Post by "Punk" Drake Hunter on Jul 8, 2012 5:07:55 GMT -5
ONE WEEK AGO
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The pain is still throbbing through my right hand, the hand that looked normal about an hour ago, but was brought to absolute carnage after it, like the rest of my body, was dumped on a horizontal steel cage wrapped with barbed wire. The pain is nothing though compared to the triumph. The triumph of finally cracking that stupid mask open and revealing it to be my former, and i emphasize the former, best friend of mine, and the man who is at fault for the issue currently happening in NYCCW, mister William Turner.
Pain will fade, but the feeling i have now, the complete and total resolution that floods through my veins will never fade. The very substance of my being is completely and totally alight right now, fueled by the fire of being triumphant over my greatest enemy, the ultimate foe. I won. And nothing will change that.
The lights seem to be flickering on and off around me. Whether it's a major power outage throughout the hospital or whether it's just me i don't know. But as i come to and my eyes shoot open i begin realizing exactly how much pain was dealt to my body. Everything that happened during that match, all of the pain that was inflicted on my body, all the time being ignored due to the aggression and adrenaline that was coursing through my body at the time.
As i twist my head i feel the bones in my neck cringe, bend and buckle under the pressure and pain. Next it's my head, throbbing as a shot of pain bursts into my head and my hand immediately moves to the side of my head to relieve the agony. But that was also a mistake; as i pull my hand up from it's position on the bed an immediate burst of intense pain shoots through my arm, right throughout the forearm and into the elbow, and before the palm of my hand can reach my skull i am forced to place the hand back down onto the bed due to the immense pain.
I simply lie there for a minute contemplating my injuries and how NYCCW has pretty much deteriorated thanks to that idiot Turner. Apparently, there was an argument between Turner and the Board of directors, and because of that argument NYCCW had imploded, destroying itself from the inside. Now, it was closed, and as i stared into the eyes of the man in front of me, trying to sum up exactly what type of man he was, and exactly what i was getting into when i agreed to Lexi's proposal, an hour ago.
It's cold inside the small hospital room - the nurse had cleared me to leave tomorrow, by then the wounds should be healed. As i twist my head left and right to see what's going on around me, i see the man simply standing beside the door. He still hasn't said anything, measuring me left and right to see the extent of the damage - probably attempting to see if any of the damage is permanent. I mean come on, you wouldn't want you're prized new acquisition to be too badly damaged so that he wouldn't be able to win his world championship. And for those who are a bit slow, that's ME.
"So, are you going to say anything ponytail man?" I say, looking across and meeting his stare, reading him in the small space of one second where he doesn't speak up.
"So, have you put any more thought into the proposition you're girlfriend presented you?" His smile glistens like something with eternal confidence, somebody who already knows what i'm going to say, waiting for the words to emanate from my mouth.
I smirk back however, a smirk that presented more confidence than his did, and it was something that caught him off guard. I contemplate for a second before i slowly push through the pain and rise to a seated position on my bed, my back against the frame of the bed.
"For one thing, her name is Electra." I say, and he nods in apology. This was somebody who's sincere about his actions, and yet confident enough in the way he presents them. "And for a second thing, there are some conditions i want cleared up if i'm going to sign this 'contract'."
"Fair enough."
"For starters, there's one thing that i never liked in all of the companies that have had the pleasure of having me as their prime star."
"Ah yes, i've heard about you're history with premiere wrestling companies."
"Mister, i don't know who you are, but i guarantee that you do NOT know everything there is to know about your history. And i'm telling you right now, you don't want to know everything there is t know. But as to my point, there's one thing that does not work well with the Punk. And that's power. So i will accept you're contract on one condition, and that is that i have the freedom to do and say whatever the hell i want, without the backlash of having some guy in power setting me up, downing paintball suits and torturing me, or putting me in a 4 on 1 handicap match. Because i've had that happen before, and if you're just another power hungry dictator, then you can forget about it."
He looks at me with an expression of both fear and contemplation, pondering exactly what happened to me in my decorated history. Now it is me who can tell what his answer will be, before the words even leave his money-filled lips.
"I can tell you, no i can do better. I PROMISE you that what happened in your past with power hungry leaders will not happen again in Millennium Pro Wrestling. I don't want to get on the bad side of somebody like you, Mr. Hunter."
"Now that's what i wanted to hear." I say, nodding in agreement to the terms of Mr. Bill Adams, the man who signed Lexi and who was in the process of signing me. That process had finished. "Alright, i'll join Millennium Pro Wrestling."
Adams nods in excitement, obviously aware that he has just signed the future of MPW.
"But one more thing Mr. Adams."
He turns back to me after attempting to leave the hospital room. I can tell he's already planning the things that will come in MPW, and everything that will progress as he continues his signings, but there is one more thing i have to tell him.
"Keep that World title nice and warm for me, cause i'll have it soon enough."
With that i go back to a lying position as the nurse enters, and as i turn my head to notice the more than excellent body on the young female nurse as she enters the hospital room, Mr. Adams is gone, leaving me to the care of my own thoughts, and the nurse.
Millennium Pro Wrestling. Millennium Pro Wrestling. Somehow it just sounds right.
It's time for something new.
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I run my hand through my newly cut short hair. With the change in company, i figured it'd be time for a new Drake Hunter. Somebody who wasn't just defined by past actions, no, a Punk that will be defined by what is happening NOW. In the present, in the future, in the past. All intertwine when defining the true meaning of the Punk. The short hair only enhances that.
Just a couple of days ago we'd landed in Vegas, and that night Lexi and I had spent time in the new condo that was part of her contract. In fact, we'd liked that condo so much that we'd skipped breakfast the next morning. Although, i was pretty full after everything that had happened, and i had no doubt Lexi was as well. Still, we'd ordered room service and we feasted in the morning, happily on a basis of eggs, bacon, and fruit and muffins. That day was spent looking around the city of Vegas, as was the night, and it wasn't until this morning that i finally planned to go into MPW HQ, which fortunately was only across the road from our condo, and meet some of the people i'd be working with.
However, that took longer than i thought, because when i returned home - i guess it's become home in only a short period of time - after spending an hour at the hair salon, now downing blonde tips on the hair dripping down on my forehead. When i stepped through the door and Lexi, sitting on the couch, saw my new tips, the trip to the HQ was delayed for a couple of hours. I don't think the reason needs to be explained.
However, it eventually did end, and to my dismay it didn't end with the catsuit being put on. Half an hour later we were both dressed and walking across the road to MPW HQ. And it was there that i saw the first taste of the potential that the company had. Already, without a show on it's name, it was drawing the attention of the media, and the attention of some of the greatest wrestlers i'd ever seen, including one person who i had talked to only recently, before i was brought to Las Vegas to the lure of MPW.
"Hey Apostle! How you doing?" I wave at Apostle Kried who waves back, beginning to walk over. He's got a training bag draped over his massive shoulder, and as i extend my hand and he shakes it, i see a towel and some wrestling gear inside.
"You training?"
"Yeah, just getting prepared and everything, gotta be ready in a place like this. New opponents, familiar faces."
"Yeah, good to see a familiar face round here. I still haven't talked to our new boss since i accepted the proposal he gave to Lexi." As i say that i realize it sounded like i'd said that our new boss had just proposed to my girlfriend. Kried notices it in my face and i twist my head, trying to think of a better way of putting it. "Oh, you get what i mean."
Apostle laughs and i shake my head, blowing my tips out of my face as i squeeze Lexi's hand, and she wraps her right arm around my waist.
"Nice hair." Apostle says, chuckling a little as i continue to try and get the hair from my face.
"Thanks, just got the tips this morning, and i'm starting to regret it." I finally blow the hair out of my face, but the wind changes that fact, blowing it straight back down once more.
"Sure. Well i guess i'll see you sometime soon, good luck on Monday." I nod in recognition and shake his hand once more.
"You too mate. And hey, remember what we said back in New York, i'll be waiting for that match against you."
Apostle smiles and also nods in recognition, turning and entering the double doors that lead into MPW HQ. I turn back to Lexi and wrap my arm around her as i follow, but Apostle turns left and we turn right as we head towards the media department of the HQ, where i plan to check out exactly what's what around here.
Lexi smiles as we turn a corner and see Chris Cable, one of my former best friends back in Australia, and a man i still get along with to this day. But in wrestling, that can change in the blink of an eye. I walk by him and nod in recognition, then continue down the hallway, all the time passing the locker rooms of people who i both do and don't know of.
"Let's see here. Ah, looks like King of the Herpes is here, alongside his Queen......... Mr. TicTac's joining him.... Rye's here..... Taufik......." I roll off the list of names of people in know as we pass their locker rooms, until we get to two locker rooms side by side. "Hey, looky here, Siren." I look at the picture on the front of the door and mutter something under my breath, hoping Lexi doesn't hear me.
"Maybe i can get her to put the catsuit on." Unfortunately for my ribs, my girlfriend hears me and proceeds to punch me exceptionally hard in the right rib, causing me to buckle in pain, putting my hand against the wall for support. I turn to her with a guilty look on my face and i see the cold daggers staring into me, although behind them there are glimpses of amusement.
"What?"
"Really? All you have to do is ask."
"Oh yeah right! I asked you three times and you keep saying no!"
"Fair enough then."
"So...does that mean you'll-"
"No! Now come on, let's get to the media section and cut this interview before you have to fix your hair again."
"Hey! This thing just won't stay out of my face!"
"Yeah, i know the feeling, now come on!"
I smirk as i follow her head, and as we pass the last locker room of notice the door opens and a familiar face pops out. It's a familiar face, but not a welcome one.
"Well, well, if it isn't the jackass himself! Mr. Fish-sticks has joined us!" I naturally take one step forward so that i'm in front of Lexi. Even though i realize Electra can defend herself, it doesn't mean i want to give Justin Fischer the chance. Nor does the fact that Lexi went out for lunch with him mean that i'm not cautious of the fact he still is able to strike.
He smiles that arrogant, asshole smile that i really want to smack off his face and i smile back, mine a look of intensity and amusement. Certainly conflicting emotions, if there ever were any. He takes another step forward and we meet face to face, and as i look into his eyes i can tell that he's summing me up for the up-teenth time, still angry about the fact that Lexi loves me and not him.
"Nice haircut, asshole." He says, trying to intimidate me. Pfft, nice try.
"I'd say the same to you, but it looks like you smacked a tuna against the back of your head and you're hair stayed flat. Smells like tuna too. Hey, there's another nickname!" I laugh only slightly as stare deep into his eyes, the whole time the look of bemusement and ridicule swept across my face. I can tell he hates me, then again, nearly everybody hates me, so it's a pretty easy facial expression to read.
"Drake, be nice." Lexi says from behind me, pushing her way past my protection and brushing past Justin Tuna-Boy. "Bye Justin." I smile as i push my way past and i brush against the wall - the paper hanging there falling to my feet. As i reach down to pick it up i witness the match second from the top, listed on the paper hyping the first ever MPW Monday Night Main Event. Drake Hunter vs Justin Fischer.
"Well whatdya know Fishy! Looks like it's gonna be You vs Me this Monday!! Can't wait to show everybody how much better i am than you."
"Oh wow, real original. Because what, you're the "Best in the World"? You gonna say that too?"
"Actually i planned on saying that, but now i think i'll go into my locker room and make love to the woman who used to love you. And all the while you can think about it." I give him the middle finger and turn my back as i wrap my arm around Lexi and give him one final glance, giving Fish-boy a last wink as i see his face light up in immense anger. And that pleases me - him being angry, just like witnessing him being pinned to the mat will be pleasing to me on Monday.
Because guess what. I'm the motherfucking Punk.
And there ain't nothing you can do about it.
P.S. I am the best in the world.
Toodles.
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The pain is still throbbing through my right hand, the hand that looked normal about an hour ago, but was brought to absolute carnage after it, like the rest of my body, was dumped on a horizontal steel cage wrapped with barbed wire. The pain is nothing though compared to the triumph. The triumph of finally cracking that stupid mask open and revealing it to be my former, and i emphasize the former, best friend of mine, and the man who is at fault for the issue currently happening in NYCCW, mister William Turner.
Pain will fade, but the feeling i have now, the complete and total resolution that floods through my veins will never fade. The very substance of my being is completely and totally alight right now, fueled by the fire of being triumphant over my greatest enemy, the ultimate foe. I won. And nothing will change that.
The lights seem to be flickering on and off around me. Whether it's a major power outage throughout the hospital or whether it's just me i don't know. But as i come to and my eyes shoot open i begin realizing exactly how much pain was dealt to my body. Everything that happened during that match, all of the pain that was inflicted on my body, all the time being ignored due to the aggression and adrenaline that was coursing through my body at the time.
As i twist my head i feel the bones in my neck cringe, bend and buckle under the pressure and pain. Next it's my head, throbbing as a shot of pain bursts into my head and my hand immediately moves to the side of my head to relieve the agony. But that was also a mistake; as i pull my hand up from it's position on the bed an immediate burst of intense pain shoots through my arm, right throughout the forearm and into the elbow, and before the palm of my hand can reach my skull i am forced to place the hand back down onto the bed due to the immense pain.
I simply lie there for a minute contemplating my injuries and how NYCCW has pretty much deteriorated thanks to that idiot Turner. Apparently, there was an argument between Turner and the Board of directors, and because of that argument NYCCW had imploded, destroying itself from the inside. Now, it was closed, and as i stared into the eyes of the man in front of me, trying to sum up exactly what type of man he was, and exactly what i was getting into when i agreed to Lexi's proposal, an hour ago.
It's cold inside the small hospital room - the nurse had cleared me to leave tomorrow, by then the wounds should be healed. As i twist my head left and right to see what's going on around me, i see the man simply standing beside the door. He still hasn't said anything, measuring me left and right to see the extent of the damage - probably attempting to see if any of the damage is permanent. I mean come on, you wouldn't want you're prized new acquisition to be too badly damaged so that he wouldn't be able to win his world championship. And for those who are a bit slow, that's ME.
"So, are you going to say anything ponytail man?" I say, looking across and meeting his stare, reading him in the small space of one second where he doesn't speak up.
"So, have you put any more thought into the proposition you're girlfriend presented you?" His smile glistens like something with eternal confidence, somebody who already knows what i'm going to say, waiting for the words to emanate from my mouth.
I smirk back however, a smirk that presented more confidence than his did, and it was something that caught him off guard. I contemplate for a second before i slowly push through the pain and rise to a seated position on my bed, my back against the frame of the bed.
"For one thing, her name is Electra." I say, and he nods in apology. This was somebody who's sincere about his actions, and yet confident enough in the way he presents them. "And for a second thing, there are some conditions i want cleared up if i'm going to sign this 'contract'."
"Fair enough."
"For starters, there's one thing that i never liked in all of the companies that have had the pleasure of having me as their prime star."
"Ah yes, i've heard about you're history with premiere wrestling companies."
"Mister, i don't know who you are, but i guarantee that you do NOT know everything there is to know about your history. And i'm telling you right now, you don't want to know everything there is t know. But as to my point, there's one thing that does not work well with the Punk. And that's power. So i will accept you're contract on one condition, and that is that i have the freedom to do and say whatever the hell i want, without the backlash of having some guy in power setting me up, downing paintball suits and torturing me, or putting me in a 4 on 1 handicap match. Because i've had that happen before, and if you're just another power hungry dictator, then you can forget about it."
He looks at me with an expression of both fear and contemplation, pondering exactly what happened to me in my decorated history. Now it is me who can tell what his answer will be, before the words even leave his money-filled lips.
"I can tell you, no i can do better. I PROMISE you that what happened in your past with power hungry leaders will not happen again in Millennium Pro Wrestling. I don't want to get on the bad side of somebody like you, Mr. Hunter."
"Now that's what i wanted to hear." I say, nodding in agreement to the terms of Mr. Bill Adams, the man who signed Lexi and who was in the process of signing me. That process had finished. "Alright, i'll join Millennium Pro Wrestling."
Adams nods in excitement, obviously aware that he has just signed the future of MPW.
"But one more thing Mr. Adams."
He turns back to me after attempting to leave the hospital room. I can tell he's already planning the things that will come in MPW, and everything that will progress as he continues his signings, but there is one more thing i have to tell him.
"Keep that World title nice and warm for me, cause i'll have it soon enough."
With that i go back to a lying position as the nurse enters, and as i turn my head to notice the more than excellent body on the young female nurse as she enters the hospital room, Mr. Adams is gone, leaving me to the care of my own thoughts, and the nurse.
Millennium Pro Wrestling. Millennium Pro Wrestling. Somehow it just sounds right.
It's time for something new.
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I run my hand through my newly cut short hair. With the change in company, i figured it'd be time for a new Drake Hunter. Somebody who wasn't just defined by past actions, no, a Punk that will be defined by what is happening NOW. In the present, in the future, in the past. All intertwine when defining the true meaning of the Punk. The short hair only enhances that.
Just a couple of days ago we'd landed in Vegas, and that night Lexi and I had spent time in the new condo that was part of her contract. In fact, we'd liked that condo so much that we'd skipped breakfast the next morning. Although, i was pretty full after everything that had happened, and i had no doubt Lexi was as well. Still, we'd ordered room service and we feasted in the morning, happily on a basis of eggs, bacon, and fruit and muffins. That day was spent looking around the city of Vegas, as was the night, and it wasn't until this morning that i finally planned to go into MPW HQ, which fortunately was only across the road from our condo, and meet some of the people i'd be working with.
However, that took longer than i thought, because when i returned home - i guess it's become home in only a short period of time - after spending an hour at the hair salon, now downing blonde tips on the hair dripping down on my forehead. When i stepped through the door and Lexi, sitting on the couch, saw my new tips, the trip to the HQ was delayed for a couple of hours. I don't think the reason needs to be explained.
However, it eventually did end, and to my dismay it didn't end with the catsuit being put on. Half an hour later we were both dressed and walking across the road to MPW HQ. And it was there that i saw the first taste of the potential that the company had. Already, without a show on it's name, it was drawing the attention of the media, and the attention of some of the greatest wrestlers i'd ever seen, including one person who i had talked to only recently, before i was brought to Las Vegas to the lure of MPW.
"Hey Apostle! How you doing?" I wave at Apostle Kried who waves back, beginning to walk over. He's got a training bag draped over his massive shoulder, and as i extend my hand and he shakes it, i see a towel and some wrestling gear inside.
"You training?"
"Yeah, just getting prepared and everything, gotta be ready in a place like this. New opponents, familiar faces."
"Yeah, good to see a familiar face round here. I still haven't talked to our new boss since i accepted the proposal he gave to Lexi." As i say that i realize it sounded like i'd said that our new boss had just proposed to my girlfriend. Kried notices it in my face and i twist my head, trying to think of a better way of putting it. "Oh, you get what i mean."
Apostle laughs and i shake my head, blowing my tips out of my face as i squeeze Lexi's hand, and she wraps her right arm around my waist.
"Nice hair." Apostle says, chuckling a little as i continue to try and get the hair from my face.
"Thanks, just got the tips this morning, and i'm starting to regret it." I finally blow the hair out of my face, but the wind changes that fact, blowing it straight back down once more.
"Sure. Well i guess i'll see you sometime soon, good luck on Monday." I nod in recognition and shake his hand once more.
"You too mate. And hey, remember what we said back in New York, i'll be waiting for that match against you."
Apostle smiles and also nods in recognition, turning and entering the double doors that lead into MPW HQ. I turn back to Lexi and wrap my arm around her as i follow, but Apostle turns left and we turn right as we head towards the media department of the HQ, where i plan to check out exactly what's what around here.
Lexi smiles as we turn a corner and see Chris Cable, one of my former best friends back in Australia, and a man i still get along with to this day. But in wrestling, that can change in the blink of an eye. I walk by him and nod in recognition, then continue down the hallway, all the time passing the locker rooms of people who i both do and don't know of.
"Let's see here. Ah, looks like King of the Herpes is here, alongside his Queen......... Mr. TicTac's joining him.... Rye's here..... Taufik......." I roll off the list of names of people in know as we pass their locker rooms, until we get to two locker rooms side by side. "Hey, looky here, Siren." I look at the picture on the front of the door and mutter something under my breath, hoping Lexi doesn't hear me.
"Maybe i can get her to put the catsuit on." Unfortunately for my ribs, my girlfriend hears me and proceeds to punch me exceptionally hard in the right rib, causing me to buckle in pain, putting my hand against the wall for support. I turn to her with a guilty look on my face and i see the cold daggers staring into me, although behind them there are glimpses of amusement.
"What?"
"Really? All you have to do is ask."
"Oh yeah right! I asked you three times and you keep saying no!"
"Fair enough then."
"So...does that mean you'll-"
"No! Now come on, let's get to the media section and cut this interview before you have to fix your hair again."
"Hey! This thing just won't stay out of my face!"
"Yeah, i know the feeling, now come on!"
I smirk as i follow her head, and as we pass the last locker room of notice the door opens and a familiar face pops out. It's a familiar face, but not a welcome one.
"Well, well, if it isn't the jackass himself! Mr. Fish-sticks has joined us!" I naturally take one step forward so that i'm in front of Lexi. Even though i realize Electra can defend herself, it doesn't mean i want to give Justin Fischer the chance. Nor does the fact that Lexi went out for lunch with him mean that i'm not cautious of the fact he still is able to strike.
He smiles that arrogant, asshole smile that i really want to smack off his face and i smile back, mine a look of intensity and amusement. Certainly conflicting emotions, if there ever were any. He takes another step forward and we meet face to face, and as i look into his eyes i can tell that he's summing me up for the up-teenth time, still angry about the fact that Lexi loves me and not him.
"Nice haircut, asshole." He says, trying to intimidate me. Pfft, nice try.
"I'd say the same to you, but it looks like you smacked a tuna against the back of your head and you're hair stayed flat. Smells like tuna too. Hey, there's another nickname!" I laugh only slightly as stare deep into his eyes, the whole time the look of bemusement and ridicule swept across my face. I can tell he hates me, then again, nearly everybody hates me, so it's a pretty easy facial expression to read.
"Drake, be nice." Lexi says from behind me, pushing her way past my protection and brushing past Justin Tuna-Boy. "Bye Justin." I smile as i push my way past and i brush against the wall - the paper hanging there falling to my feet. As i reach down to pick it up i witness the match second from the top, listed on the paper hyping the first ever MPW Monday Night Main Event. Drake Hunter vs Justin Fischer.
"Well whatdya know Fishy! Looks like it's gonna be You vs Me this Monday!! Can't wait to show everybody how much better i am than you."
"Oh wow, real original. Because what, you're the "Best in the World"? You gonna say that too?"
"Actually i planned on saying that, but now i think i'll go into my locker room and make love to the woman who used to love you. And all the while you can think about it." I give him the middle finger and turn my back as i wrap my arm around Lexi and give him one final glance, giving Fish-boy a last wink as i see his face light up in immense anger. And that pleases me - him being angry, just like witnessing him being pinned to the mat will be pleasing to me on Monday.
Because guess what. I'm the motherfucking Punk.
And there ain't nothing you can do about it.
P.S. I am the best in the world.
Toodles.
