Post by Real Untamed Demon on Feb 11, 2023 3:32:32 GMT -5
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We don’t always get the chance to decide our own fate. Probably that was why it was called FATE in the first place. Something unavoidably. The universal principle or ultimate agency by which the order of things is presumably prescribed. It could also have been, out of luck or fuck yourself. Either way, at points it would screw you over like a cheap whore from a cheap brothel. There were two types of people when it came to difficult decisions. Those that would sit and wait -- disappointed by the eventual outcome. Or those that would not give a single fuck, pushing against the odds.
Damage certainly was found in the second group. He had fallen plenty of times or got kicked in the face. Yet he was still around -- alive and angry. Despite all the blackmail he had received during his career, he never quit. Why? Stubbornness. It had nothing to do with false pride or people whispering in his ear. There would come a time when he was ready to let go -- but that time is not now. Too much was left to do. Names to erase from a list he never made. But it is there. Six man tag team match. Or was it Clusterfuck in the middle of the ring? There was no point going in there with anything but the thought of winning.
Hear my battle-cry.
Damage hadn’t been to this diner in almost a year. Too many memories of a life he probably never would have. It was hard to fight off the melancholy that was making itself noticed -- stinging. The waitress had just served her order and returned to her daily duty. Damage’s eyes wandered to the outside, observing the busy street. It was not bad in this area of Detroit .
“You are one of them, Mr. Sam!”
“So a six man tag match it is then, right? I would like to call that the debut of Mr. Samuel Chatman in WGWF. My previous opponent obviously didn’t bother to acknowledge his loss. I get it boy. You got beaten by an UNTAMED DEMON. Noted. Of course it is disrespectful to the company you work for -- but we all seen it on tape. I won. You lost. Come here little piggy. But enough of the past no matter how shameful it might be. I am excited, kid. You know what kid? I bet people will be there only to watch us dance one more time, and I am sure you can’t wait to bring all you have. I do not care what your partners bring for me as I know what is the capability of Mr. Blade. He is no match even to you, Leave them in their own blood -- And see there it gets tricky for some of those flippy floppy prima donnas like you. You like to impress the crowd by showing your fake talents. You need the kick to leave them in awe -- being the talk of town. Not sure that will be very helpful during this event. One push at the wrong time, one mislead step – Lights out for you.”
“I have tried that hightflying stuff once or twice in my life. Yes, it is a form of art. But and that is my honest opinion, it probably would be better seen in a circus. One of my biggest strengths is overpowering my opponents. I can outlift half the roster. And the other half? Tap. Tap. Damage has never been viewed as an arrogant man -- but maybe that is the problem. I got plenty reasons to be proud of myself. Tell me again I am not worth shit and I will prove you wrong. Again and Again. This is not the special needs playground, no aunties or uncles will come for your aid. I kept wondering for the past days what people’s problem is. To a point where it gave me a fucking headache. Is it the fact that I have gotten a contract that you couldn’t nail? Or is it the money I make? Or and that is more likely, the fact that I have made a name for myself. Without a clan behind me. Jealousy is a very serious disease. And obviously it's contagious.”
He sipped from her chocolate milkshake while still looking to the outside. From a brief glimpse everything seemed peaceful -- illusions. When his focus shifted he spotted two people pushing each other. Their faces like a mask -- anger controlled.
“One question remains though: What now? Am I expected to talk about each contender in the Six man tag team match? Like reading down a list and give them the attention they deserve -- their thoughts not mine. I have thought about that option and then decided it might be better to leave that to the rest of the entries. They are already great at putting an audience to sleep. Nonetheless there are some people hard to ignore. For one, because they constantly force their presence on social media. For two, because they got a decent amount of talent. Why not start with the big question mark ever since I signed my contract. Addison Andrews. Yeah I am talking to you Addy. It is an open secret that I think the world of that woman, supporting her through thick and thin. But, and that is something you shall never forget, I am in this for myself. Not to push someone else to the top. You had a great run and the end of it was tragic. It broke you apart and left a bitter taste in your mouth. No matter how talented you are, there is always someone better. Once you get that manifested in your pretty head -- life will be a lot easier. Outside this ring or even company I got your back, but inside that ring you are an enemy like everyone else. Are we clear?”
“Thought so. There is nothing innocent about the way I fight which automatically leads us to Mr. John Blade. I find myself growing a liking to this kid, no matter how luckless he seems to be at many times. Maybe it is his passion getting in the way or the fact that he seems to be everywhere at the same time. At least one thing can be said about him, he is devoted. He is devoted in getting his ass kicked wherever he steps in. He is a legend in that way. Mr. John Blade, How can you protect one another if you fail miserably at protecting yourself? I will forgive your lack of knowledge but never your stupidity.”
“Mr. John Blade is a dude probably lost more matches than Mr. Sam ever won -- but he is still kicking. I am not trying to downgrade either of those. But a reality check here and there doesn’t hurt. And since we are on it, every appearance -- he gets the money. The kid got some sense in that big head. If you dream, always dream big. That is a little something that my former mentor taught me. Never settle for less than you deserve. There was a point in my life where I was satisfied being someone’s arm candy. Not a care in the world. But during that time I forgot what I was made of. Where I came from. And more important where I wanted to go. It happens to the best of us. Sometimes life takes a toll on us and we get caught in a downward spiral. You can not appreciate the top till you have reached the bottom. And while I have been there plenty -- I notice people in WGWF on their high horses. Claiming they have made this company what it is today. Excuse you? There are hundreds out there that could take your job, probably better than you. So stop telling yourself that the business, the fans or the staff owes you shit. Don’t like their philosophy? Don’t hurt yourself on the way out.”
His food was still untouched probably ice cold by now. Damage would grab a fry and put it in her mouth, carelessly chewing. Not once did her sight leave the scene on the outside. One of the man was laying on the ground by now -- the other smiling sickly.
“I have done shady things in my life. I have betrayed and fucked over people to get where I am today. Never mistake me for one of the All American Douchebag. Just because I am trying to be good to you guys doesn’t mean that I am a good guy.-- I am Just “TRYING” to be good. Ms. Addy! If you don’t wanna break a nail? Don’t get in the ring with me. No matter if its you Mr. John Blade or Ms. Addison Andrews or Mr. Samuel Chatman I will give it my very best. I will go through whoever is left to make sure My team stands hands raised in the ring. There are no participants medals at the end of the event. No pat on the back to remind that there is always another time. Because we don’t get that certainty. Here and now. That is all you can count on. Nothing else is promised and if you think different, be prepared for agony. I am not handing out threats at this point -- come and find out yourself. It doesn’t suit me to play cheerleader. So when I say I will win this Six man Tag team it is a promise. To myself. To the world. And especially to those that still think they are above me.”
When the two guys on the outside finally had been separated, by cops, Damage shifted his focus. He would look down on his food, shuddering. Brushing his black hair aside to make his sidecut visible. He showed her million dollar smile.
“And to achieve that I can’t be scared to pay the price. With my own blood, sweat and tears. Stretching my muscles to the limits till I feel them rip off the bone. I am Damage. The Untamed Demon. But most important -- your worst nightmare. Point proven.”
With those words, Damage pays the bill for his dinner and decides to walks out of the diner the waitress comes towards and say, I’m sorry to intrude Mr. Damage but I am here to inform you that there is an important fan of yours wanted meet you.”
At first Damage didn’t know what to say because he didn’t have any time to guess, before Damage could say anything, another waitress brings a boy on a wheelchair In front of Damage to show Damage who the important person that really wanted to see Damage, that was none other than Martin, Damage’s fan. Martin is a brain cancer patient. Damage greets Martin as pictures flashes around them. Another waitress controls the crowd and leaves them both as they doesn’t want to spoil the best fan’s time. Both of them were sitting in diner having a good laugh about some of the jokes the two were telling as well as stories. However as usual Martin wanted to talk about Damage’ wrestling career seeing as he was such a big fan.
'A true Survivor’Martin: “Man… You were great last week on Brawl. You are one of the reasons that I started watching WGWF relays. I got in a little bit of trouble with one of the nurses for getting so excited and getting out of bed but it was worth it. Though it kind of sucked watching you lost against John Cable and best part is that Sam got what he is worth for.”
“Well! What you saw at last Brawl is just a tip of the iceberg.”
'A true Survivor’Martin: “I can’t wait to see that happen. Sam totally needs it. He is a loud mouth and that just makes him a bigger loser in my book. A bigger one than what he was before but you get what I’m saying.”
Damage nodded his head a bit.
'A true Survivor’Martin: “Anyway dude I can’t wait to see you kick Sam this week in the six man tag team match. Look at his partners, one is John Blade and other is Addison Andrews you are enough for all three.”
Damage sat there chuckling a little bit. Martin had been bragging to him and everyone else since the day Damage made his return. There was no denying the fact that Martin is his biggest fan and there was no denying that Martin was proud of his hero.
“Thanks man! It’s good to have someone think so highly of me and to believe in me so much. I’ve always done what I do for people like you and I’ll continue to do what I do for those people. Because I know if it wasn’t for my fans. I wouldn’t be where I am today and that’s a true fact for anyone regardless of what people like Mr. Samuel think. To be perfectly honest if it wasn’t for fans this business wouldn’t even be around still today.”
Martin looked on nodding his head with excitement. Even though it wasn’t anything exciting, listening to his hero speak was exciting to him.
“I don’t understand how people like Mr. Samuel can treat the fans the way they do or act the way they do but it’s whatever. I know where my values lie with my fans and I know what’s important. I’m going to do my best come Brawl just for you little bit.”
Meanwhile Saul Layman enter the diner as Damage watches him. Understanding the situation, he then looked at the clock noticing it was about time for him to go.
“Alright man. I’ve got go hit the room to give my best to Mr. Samuel and his partners. I’ll be seeing you next week sometime when I get back. Mr. Saul will make sure you watch the show from your bed. Without you watching I just might lose.”
'A true Survivor’Martin: “As if you would ever lose but you know I’m going to be watching. Good Luck Man!”
Damage nodded his head a little bit before pushing himself up and out of the seat after giving Martin him a pound on his fist and turned around heading out of the Diner. He always enjoyed fan visiting him for the obvious reasons but there was also another reason. Martin was a kid that had gotten sick and wasn’t curable but still the kid didn’t let it get him down. He still lived his life to the fullest every single day and he didn’t ever take anything for granted. Because of this Damage allows him to visit him at Cadillac Square Diner, Detroit. It’s time for Damage to show business.