Overcoming Fear

The fear of becoming a 'has-been' keeps some people from becoming anything. - Eric Hoffer

Thoughts Of Fear

Unlike Diabolique I have never let fear control me, not that I don’t have fears I just don’t let them stop me. I grew up in Mexico and in what could be considered its own third world country, the concrete jungle that is Detroit, Mi. Not only that, even though I can’t remember it I envision that when the paramedics prematurely cut me from my mothers stomach. Saving my life and ending hers, that it must have been like the scene from the Lion King where the baboon holds baby Simba high in the air so all the animals can see their new king. Wait; actually that’s not how I envisioned at all. No what I actually envisioned was a baby born prematurely with barely enough strength to do anything. That baby could have laid down and died like his father had intended when he put a hit out on the baby’s mother. However unlike that worthless clump of flesh Hunter Ryan called a baby, this baby was a fighter. Seriously who the fuck else do you know that survives being born prematurely, whats that you say? A lot of people? Oh really, WERE THEY ALMOST ABORTED WITH BULLETS!?!? I didn’t think so, I was a fighter then, I’ve been a fighter my whole life, and I don’t plan on turning into a bitch anytime soon. This is supposed to be about fears, so where exactly is all of this going? It’s simple really, I’ve lost a step or two and although some other people might not think so, I see it. Not only that, it truly scares the shit out of me to know that no matter how hard I hit the gym some of my skills can’t get any better. As one skill deteriorates though, another grows for you see I used to be able to simply roll out of bed and win matches on talent alone. Sadly I’m not that guy anymore, unluckily for the PWE and XWF rosters, I’m more dangerous now than I ever was before. You see these days its all about looking at tape, studying my opponents, finding the weaknesses they didn’t even know they had and being able to exploit them when the opportunity presents itself. I would say that now I know how an NFL head coach feels but it really isn’t that kind of studying. No, when I’m watching tape its more like a rapist stalking his next victim because even though the victim doesn’t see it coming, in the mind of the rapist, THE VICTIM IS ALREADY FUCKED! When I beat Diabolique it wasn’t pure skill that won me that match, it was knowing what to do in the situation I was in and being able to execute my plans to perfection. So you mutha fuckas can say what you will about me but never compare me to Centurion because even when I’m getting worse, I’m getting better. I put in the work and I soldier on because I refuse to let everybody forget about me. You want to know what my true fear is? The one thing that could actually keep me awake at night? Well myself and Freddy Kruger have something in common, my true fear is to be forgotten. So here I am pushing the envelope and my body in ways I haven’t pushed it in a long, long time. I’m a member of PWE and a member of XWF who is undefeated in both federations since his return. Not bad for a guy who has lost a step or two, but how long can I really hope to keep this up? This week I have another set of matches within five days of each other; can I really keep asking my body to this? I don’t know the answer to that question but I intend on finding out. This time all the bullshit is out the window, no excuses. I won’t be taking time off to leverage my way into a bigger contract, I won’t be quitting because Sewaside decided to go all Scott Hall on everybody backstage, Nor will I be quitting because The Bloodhounds need to appear in a different federation. There is only going to be one reason that I bow out of the PWE and XWF this time around and that will be because I can’t do it anymore. You won’t get to see any Brett Farve moments out of me because when its all said and done I’ll have left it all in the ring and hopefully I’ll be able to walk out of it when I’m finished. Question my personality, question my need for money, you can even question my intelligence at this point. I mean I am dumb enough to wrestle in PWE and XWF. However you can’t question my heart and more importantly than all that, YOU WILL NEVER FUCKIN FORGET ME! I’m going to make sure of that!

*Our scene opens in an undisclosed location in Detroit, Mi. If you were just tuning in you would realize that this is a K-Money promo, it has to be. K-Money is the only person that would be caught dead in a neighborhood as shitty as this one. Its quite sad really, you can easily see why they say Detroit is one of the hardest hit cities when it comes to our economy tanking. The camera pans past closed business after closed business, most of them boarded up and almost all of them covered in graffiti. We finally see K-Money standing in front of one of the closed businesses but this one isn’t quite like the others, no, this building is pretty big. However that is the only difference between it and the other buildings. There is graffiti up and down the sides of the buildings and has a lot of broken windows, probably unemployed losers like Diabolique taking out their frustrations. The camera gets a close up of K-Money who keeps looking down at a piece of paper with a picture of the building and looking at the building he is standing in front of*

K-Money: Well, it sure as hell doesn’t look like this now.

*Just then an older black man walks up behind money*

Man: Well you know how it is, we always put the best picture we’ve got on those things.

K-Money:Yeah, you ain’t kiddin. You must be Mitch, the guy I talked to on the phone about the place.

Man:Yep, Mitch Bade at your service.

K-Money:She sure as hell ain’t pretty on the outside Mitch

Mitch: Nope, she isn’t that pretty on the inside either but I think this place is going to be exactly what you’re looking for. It’s a two-story building with a full basement, plus it had a church in it and its own small gym.

K-Money: We’ll see Mitch, how about you show me the inside so I can see exactly what I’ll be dealing with here.

*Mitch Bade unlocks the door allowing K-Money to enter. As K-Money enters the building followed by Mitch, the first thing he sees is two chalk outlines on the floor.*

K-Money: Well that just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside

Mitch: I did say it was a fixer upper

*K-Money doesn’t rally pay attention to Mitch, he is more interested in the condition of the building and how much work he is going to have to put into the place. K-Money quickly sees that the place has a rodent problem as mice scurry past him. As with and old building it could use a fresh coat of paint, a good cleaning, and some fresh wax for the floor. There is also some unwanted furniture sitting around, K-Money walks by an old coffee table barely brushing up against it and it falls to the floor in pieces.*

K-Money: Hopefully they don’t make em like this anymore. Anyway Mitch, I’ll be honest with you here. There are a lot things I know about but assessing the value of an old building isn’t really one of them. The place looks like exactly what I need to make a successful wrestling school, gym, and overall training facility. However I’m going to have to get my people to come out and look the place over and assess everything, as long as they find everything in order, you’ll be hearing from me.

*K-Money and Mitch shake hands as the cameras fade to black*

*Our scene opens as we are on the streets of Detroit yet again but this time night has fallen and as we all know the freaks come out at night. They are out in full forces tonight, the cameras pan past the only people in Detroit who will never be unemployed. That’s a right, member of the world’s oldest profession, prostitutes. As the cameras pan past the scallywags you can practically smell the STDs in the air, smells kind of like Dan Fierce. The camera now pans up the side of a large skyscraper where we see K-Money looking out over the city of Detroit with bottle of Tequila in his hand and a smile on his face*

K-Money: I’ve worked hard to make a name for myself in this brutal environment but now I’m going to be working even harder when I’ve finally found a base of operations, which is suitable for my plans. The plan, its quite simple really, leave a large legacy. I have three beautiful children to carry on my name in other aspects if they don’t get into wrestling, when it comes to wrestling, I think its about time I start creating my disciples. That’s right XWF, PWE, K-Money is starting his own wrestling school. Just imagine it, hundreds of kids getting into the business with skills like mine,ya’ll aren’t ready for it. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, I told ya’ll I wasn’t gonna let you forget me.

*K-Money chucks the empty Tequila bottle over the side of the building, you can hear it shatter on the street below. K-Money now turns his attention to the camera and begins speaking.*

K-Money:I’ve wrestled in gyms with a barely 100 people in attendance, slept in my car, and if you can break it I’ve probably broken it. On the other side of that I’ve been on world tours, won countless championships, and have even been an Anarchy general manager. Basically I’ve seen it all, but the odd display that Diabolique put on at Destiny is something that I have never seen before and hope to never see again. Seriously what Diabolique did rivaled HHH pretending to have sex with a corpse, that’s how idiotic it was. Diabolique sets a car on fire and along with it the Vicious title then proceeds to lecture me for not going in after it? First of all, I love how I can’t get a mic around these place when I really need one. Secondly, bitch are you really that dense? You want me to dive into a burning car for a hunk of leather and metal, REALLY? Like jumping into the flames would have automatically awarded me the title and even if it would have, that would have just further fed into my beliefs that titles don’t really mean shit. Diabolique, before I got here you were more than happy to run through every opponent that C2 threw your way. However as soon as we had our match it all changed because you were no longer one of the most dominant people on the roster. I mean it really is funny that I beat you and then get booked against you for a title shot , only to have you burn the belt and quit. Tell me Diabolique what emotion would you call it if it wasn’t fear that made you leave the PWE? An even better question Diabolique, if you weren’t afraid of losing to me yet again, why not quit after the match? I mean if your heart wasn’t filled with the fear of being exposed as a fraud heading into your next federation, why not kick my ass?

*Crickets chirp*

K-Money: See bitch, EVEN THE CRIKETS DON’T HAVE A GOOD EXCUSE FOR YOU! There are no good excuses for what you did Diabolique but there is a very simple answer and you know the fuckin answer, which is why you simply quit. Of course you couldn’t just bow your head in shame and leave though, you had to make a spectacle of yourself as you often do. Some people might buy into that shit Diabolique but really all you did was reinforce what I’ve said about you all along. Diabolique, your all about putting on a good show while I’m about results. You couldn’t beat me before, you wouldn’t have beat me at Destiny, and if you ever come back to the PWE then you can look forward to not being able to beat me then either. Oh and one more thing Diqbolique, your little comment about me not wanting the pressure of the big leagues was garbage. You got off on dominating PWE until I dominated you but I’m not just in PWE am I Diabolique? Nah, I’m also in XWF and undefeated in both federations since my return, LETS SEE YOU MANAGE THAT ONE BITCH! Not only that Diabolique I’ve been battle tested in the big leagues for over 12 years.I built a name for myself with my blood, my sweat, and crunched up bones where my knee used to be, what you thought I was gonna say tears? AIN'T NO FUCKIN TEARS OVER HERE BITCH! With all that being said Diabolique, just know that this shit between us is FAR from over bitch. Whenever you’ve decided to come back and once again pull yourself up off your back, once you’ve decided to roll yourself out of a reverse cowgirl, or decided simply to jerk yourself away from the paying customers cock your jerking. I’ll be right here waiting on you Diabolique but I have a feeling I’ll be waiting a long, long time. We both know damn well that inside the ring, you don’t want no parts of me.

*K-Money puts his arm out from his body and in a stance as if to say, “I’m right here bitch” before continuing to speak*

K-Money: Okay, enough about people who aren’t even on the roster anymore thanks to a severe case of pussitus. Lets move on to my match this week, which drags me down to the opening match of the night. This is the lowest that I’ve been on the card since coming to PWE. That alone makes me come to the conclusion that Kaz Sato and Chris Hollister are both garbage. I mean the fact that my star power alone isn’t enough to drag their carcasses to the main event says a lot. Other than that, what else can I really say except, ANOTHER FUCKIN ASIAN? Seriously what the fuck is this PWE Chinatown Chronicles? I can’t take a step backstage without stepping on an Asian, seriously now I know how Godzilla felt. Not only that but I sometimes like to bring my Pittbulls to the arena to psyche out my opponents. I can’t even do that here, I’ll turn my head for one second and the next thing you know these assholes will be chowing down on some General Tao’s Pitbull. What is even more depressing is that Kaz seems to be the male equivalent of Diabolique only less talented, A LOT LESS! Seriously Kaz, I saw your last promo and do us both a favor, don’t speak this week. It will just be wasted attempts to try and strike fear into the heart of a man who is simply greater than you in every way. I’ve done more jail time than you, been through more than you, have more skill than you, I’m bigger than you, stronger than you. NIGGA JUST BOW DOWN, I’M BETTER THAN YOU! On top of all that Kaz, as I was telling your buddy Tanabashi, when it comes to wrestling my country is simply superior to yours. If you wanna talk about violence, ok Kaz we can do that too. I'm a Mexican mutha fucka, WE MADE BLADES FAMOUS NOT WESLEY SNIPES. I got more blades on me than the Miami Hurricane offensive line, ain't you hear about my homie Psicosis stealing cars and running over pregnant bitches, WE DON'T PLAY! I could even play backstage politics with you if I wanted Kaz because in PWE I’m the star of the show. People like you, RW Randolph, Diabolique, Tanabashi, ya’ll are like those freaks with no fuckin lives who sit at computers all day pretending to be something they aren’t. That’s right Kaz, I’m a star while you’re simply a role player. If I was a real bastard and felt like clearing the board it'd be game over for you, I could pull a power move and have you out on the street with a snap of my fingers. Not only because I’m a star but also because I RUN CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY! I let him think he’s in control every now and then but real man in charge around here is me. Don’t you wanna free Christian from tyranny? I mean the man did offer you a contract so the least you could do is injure me right?

*K-Money does his best to keep from laughing his ass off*

K-Money:Yeah folks this is what it has fuckin come to, I’m tryin to give my opponents as much motivation as possible heading into matches. Why? Ain’t no fuckin competition around here. Since I’ve joined PWE and returned to the XWF nobody has truly pushed me to really step my game up. I even tried motivating Tanabashi to bring his A game at the PPV with the vicious title on the line and that mutha fucka was still no match for me. Its a fuckin travesty because the way the XWF and PWE are both set up these days, it benefits my opponents. While this one promo per week shit does allow me more time to spend on more important things, it also takes some of the sting out of one of my mightiest weapons, mind games. Back when I was slaughtering C2 on a weekly basis I was dropping three or more promos per week e. Anybody who was around back then knew that they couldn't beat me when it came to trash talk. While they were throwing jab after jab in they're promos I was throwing knockout punch after knockout punch. I was making them question themselves, I was making them overthink what was going to happen in the ring, and I WAS EMBARASSING THEM! These days I don't get to hear what my opponents say about me so half of the retarded shit they say goes unchalleneged. Sure I still throw knockout punch after knockout punch in my promos these days but they just don't pack as much power and career killing ability as they used to. Yet oddluy enough I've still been able to pile up victory after fuckin victory without weilding the power over my opponent's minds like I used to. I guess it just goes to show you how the level of competition has dropped off over the years. I mean jesus this week I'm facing another ICE reject in the Kazmanian Devil and Chris Hollister, WHO? It sounds like this mutha fucka was looking for a wrestling name, looked down at his shirt and ysed what he saw. Well Hollister, how dare you still Christian Connolly's move! Or should I refer to him as Christian Cage, sometimes I forget which one was his real slave.... er stage name. Some of you have no idea what I'm talking about but who cares, if you don't get the references maybe you should do some fuckin research, lazy uneducated ass mutha fuckas. Anyway Hollister, I realize that I'm a money grubbing son of a bitch and some may even call me a sell out for putting ads on my title belts but to them I say, I'M RICH BITCH! You, your just prostituting yourself for a little name recgonition. Nigga please, your the least of my worries and Kaz can't fuckin touch me. Honestly that’s all I really need to say about this match be

*The camera fades to black*