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| The Southside Kid | Mar 12 2008, 09:24 PM Post #1 |
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You know who I am
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Backstage, post Meltdown is the scene. Production crew members are racing rapidly trying to get post production tear down of the set done efficiently and quickly as possible. Members have headsets on that they are communicating back and forth. Amidst the hustle and bustle is Josh Dean, drenched from head to toe in sweat as he peels off his black T-Shirt and elbow pad from the match. As the crew run past Dean, he hangs his head down low, as tonight was supposed to be his night to become a player for the title. It was full proof, all he had to do was win tonight. He had beaten Big Evil before and beaten A+ before. All he had to do was win and things would be set for him. But that didn’t happen on this night because he couldn’t finish the job. The one thing that has haunted him for years on end in BQWA, dating back to his debut in 2004. He couldn’t finish the big match! It was a feeling that ate at him. Shame. He had failed again! Would he ever be able to shake the stigma. He continued to hold his head low as he walked, staring at the gray concrete that lay seemingly endless in front of him. All you had to do you was win! What was so hard about that? You’ve beaten Plus before, this should’ve been cake. You claim to be an opportunist. The opportunity was there and you didn’t take it! A big match situation and you did what you always do, you choke! Out of the corner of his eye, everything seems to slow down as he sees production crew passing by him carrying pieces of the set scaffolding. He raised his head slightly. Their eyes weren’t on him. But why should they be? Who would want to look at him? Dean runs his fingers through his matted down hair and tosses his shirt over his shoulder as he begins to juggle his elbow pad back and forth in his hands. He couldn’t keep his eyes forward, he was afraid to make any eye contact with anyone. All he could do was walk slowly and stare at the concrete waves. As Dean wonders almost aimlessly throughout the backstage area, there is no doubt he pondering many things. The thought of where he goes from here is probably the thought running the most prevalently through his head. Dean sits his elbow pad on a black wooden crate and takes a seat on it. No one is view as he puts his head in his hands and slumps over on the edge of the sturdy wooden box, trying to breathe deeply in meditation. His feet dangle out in front of him as he becomes fixated on them. Why would Dolly want to give you a title shot now?! What have you done for me lately?! That’s what’s she would ask you! She would say that you had a chance to earn a shot, BUT, you had to go and lose it! Now she has no reason to give you a shot! Plus gets his umpteenth chance at the title now while you get nothing! DAMNIT! As his face starts to get red, Dean balls up his fist. He closes his eyes as his heart rate as well of his breathing begins to increase. Dean takes his elbow pad that was sitting beside him on the crate and chucks it as hard as he can across the backstage area. Dean gets off the crate and balls his fist up and lets out a sharp yell in frustration as smashes through it. Dean pulls his hand out of the pile age and drives his fist into the white painted brick wall that was behind him. Dean pulls his hand back as the blood becomes present on both his hand and on the wall. The crimson droplets begin to run down the brick, coloring the white paint pink as it smears. Why are you spilling your own blood, when it should’ve been the blood of A+ or Colossus?! They are the problem! The Almighty Hero and the Golden Boy! Everyone loves them! Those son of a bitches can’t do any wrong in the eyes of the fans or management! People are laughing at you now, because you actually thought you could hang with them! Dean takes his shirt and wraps it around his bleeding hand as he turns down the hall that leads to the locker rooms. As he enters the locker room a few of the superstars are leaving. He doesn’t catch a glimpse to see who it is, but he really could care less at this point. Dean sits down in his chair and slides his red hood over his sweating body. There is no need to take a shower, as the sweat reminds him of the match. The hard work he put in to try and get his title shot. Taking a shower would be that hard work going down the drain, much like how he felt now in terms of his performances in big matches. The mere thought turned his stomach in multiple knots. Dean picks up his bag and begins to walk towards the door. He turns the corner and walks ever so slowly down the hallway to the door. He puts his hood over his head as he walks past a couple of the superstars. His shoulders and arms tensed up. He knew they were watching him while chuckling subtly under their breath at him. He knew he had become the laughing stock of the federation. Why, because of his distorted perception of reality that was now hitting him in the face and leaving a sour aftertaste in his throat. You’re at a crossroads in your career. You’ve made it to the big stage, and you failed. You can quit now and let them win. Isn’t that how it usually goes? The hero always triumphs over evil. A+ always perseveres like Rocky Balboa, no matter how much of a beating he takes. And Colossus will always be the Golden Boy! How do you compete with that? You can’t win! They will always triumph, and you will always fail! Dean pushes open the door to the back of the building. The crisp air of the March night hit his face and sent a shiver down his spine. He continued to walk with his head down as he reached his car, opening the door and climbing into the car. As he shut the door and the ignition fired up, one can only imagine the thought process going through his mind. He is a young man at a crossroad in his career. One road can lead to the greatness he knows he’s destined for, while the other can lead to his self destruction. What path will Josh Dean choose? |
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| BrahmaBull10 | Mar 12 2008, 11:30 PM Post #2 |
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Great stuff! I love the more unhinged personality of Dean here...get a glimpse into how much he's dedicated to winning, and how he's getting a little cuhhhrazyyy about not finishing the big one. Keep up the general kickassery.
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