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Post by Osh Vaughan on Jun 20, 2023 11:47:39 GMT
Mr Determination vs Eddie Charisma
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Post by Mr Determination on Jun 24, 2023 14:57:35 GMT
We have received a journal entry of sorts from Mr. Determination in the mail. It seems as if our simple, rural wrestler fell off the wagon and landed himself back inside.
I awake with that feeling again. Like one of those dreams where you’re falling, then wake up just before you hit, and it feels like you crash-landed on your bed.
My mind is whirling before I can start to make sense of my surroundings. As usual, my divergent brain starts asking questions before it can even understand why. It is kind of like a cartoon character trying to run away, but their little legs just keep moving in place.
Not even able to comprehend basic bodily functions yet, I call this pure panic mode. This is something I have been dealing with for most of my life, and I instinctually reach for my crux. My plastic saviour is not in any of the usual spots, and more dread sets in.
My fucking head.
I tell myself to start with the breathing techniques I was taught.
“In… and out. In… and out. In… and out.”
I count seven seconds on inhale, hold for two, then seven more on the exhale, with another two in between. I force myself to focus on nothing but counting my breaths, as I am able to function without a bottle, if I put in enough work.
By focusing on that one, straightforward task of bringing oxygen into my lungs, and then expelling it, it gradually quiets all of the noise. After a few minutes of this, my brain starts to calm down and garner some ability to focus. Feeling the rhythm of my breath, I slowly open my eyes.
Keeping me from doing so is the hangover of all hangovers, literally feeling like my muscles are ripping due to dehydration. I have to shake it off, even though the mess that I call a body survives on alcohol, I must manage. This is not the first time. Fucking addiction.
I finally manage to get my eyes open, and the first thing I am greeted with is the ceiling. This gray, beaten slab of concrete looks all too familiar, and it doesn’t take very long to register.
Fuck me. Jail again.
I’m on the top of a set of bunk beds, and as my vision becomes clear, the generic jail cell unveils itself to me. Then I hear the one sound that everyone who has ever been here had seared into their brain, the metallic locks clicking into place.
Did I seriously just wake up for bedtime lockdown?
I sit up far too quickly, narrowly avoiding a concussion from the ceiling, and decide to take a peek over my bunk to assess my roommate. Looking over the edge, I see what may be the most stereotypical-looking convict for this area. My new celly is a skinny white kid, couldn’t be older than 20, covered head to toe in tattoos, snoring away blissfully.
I remind myself not to judge him as a convict, as this is a remand center after all. So, always the eternal optimist, I decided to reserve judgment until I meet the young man.
Gingerly, and quietly, I get situated so I can try and get down from my bunk. He has, typically, taken the steps as shelving, so I hang off the side with my good leg leading.
My brain is screaming at me to get water, so I drop myself down carefully, doing my best not to disturb my new roommate. I head straight toward the lovely metal toilet and sink combo, hit the pump in the middle, and pray for questionable-quality water to come out.
Grateful for the darkness, as I can’t see the color of the water coming out, I lap it up like a dog after a day in the desert. There is nothing else that matters at this moment but sweet hydration.
Finishing my dehydrated dog cosplay, I take a look at the broken mirror that sits on the wall. Fresh cuts and scrapes, some still bleeding, let me know that not much time has passed since… the darkness.
What the fuck happened?
Now that I at least have my bearings, I take stock of the cell, for what the current lighting allows. Everything seems to be in its proper place, so at least this kid isn’t a complete pig. Some guys in here take a lot of pride in keeping a clean cell.
These particular cells were originally designed to house one inmate each, and even that was stretched to the bare minimum requirements. Over time they just started adding these lovely bunkbeds, effectively dealing with overcrowding, but squandering what little rights we had.
This should be the least of my worries at the moment, and I need to get my priorities straight. I know the darkness took over again; I let it happen.
But what damage did I do?
That question is going to have to wait. There is nothing I can do right now but find my way back to my bunk and try to sleep. There aren’t going to be any answers until the day starts, and there is nothing to do in jail at night but sleep.
I know that I relapsed. I know that the IIW isn’t happy with me, but I really hope they give me a hand with my bail tomorrow. I can't let my demons get the best of me. I have to make a better life for me a kitty.
My fuck, where the hell is Skittles? If whoever is reading this can look into that for me, I'd be forever grateful.
Sincerely
The Vance
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Post by Mr Determination on Jul 3, 2023 17:06:18 GMT
*The scene opens up outside a large, prominent-looking brick building, surrounded by pristinely manicured lawns. On the grass outside the entrance is a stone marker indicating the acronym NSPC. There are a number of people coming and going, some very well dressed, with others on the opposite end of the spectrum.
Out of the front entrance comes a man that sticks out, even at a provincial courthouse. The Vance, or Mr. Determination, is all smiles in his borrowed orange clothing marked CNSCF. The lumbering, bald man walks right up to the camera as soon as he spots it through the crowd.*
The Vance: Man, oh man, ain't it good to see you boys again. My fuck that place is never good on the old heart and soul. I can't believe I fuckin relapsed again, and I'm truly sorry boys.
*The view goes dark for a moment as The Vance gives the crew members a large group hug.*
The Vance: Alright, alright, that’s enough of that. We have to high-tail it outta here if we have any hope of making my match against Eddie Charisma. Hopefully, he stops staring in the mirror long enough to make his own way there.
*Mr. Determinations lets out a hearty laugh at his own joke, seeing as no one else decided it deserved one.*
The Vance: I’m just saying, I haven’t heard much about the guy, but he sure seems to fancy himself, if ya know what I’m sayin. I’m sure he’s got some wrestling skills and all, but there ain’t no one like me in the ring when I’m on my game.
This last fuck up really proved things can’t never go back to the way they was. That shit is poison and it makes me crazy, and all it does it hurt everything around me. I am ready to give wrestling my all, and by god boys, this flexing funky fellow, Charisma, oh boy he is gonna get eaten like a donair.
*The Vance pauses for a moment, as if he had an absolutely brilliant idea. You can practically see the lightbulb turn on above his head, he is so animated.*
The Vance: Fuck everything else. We need to get a whole fuckin bunch of donairs and donair pizzas before we head to the airport. One of you boys call KOD and get it set up, then while we wait we can go get my real clothes and my godamn kitty!
*The group of people, headed by the large man in the obvious prisoner uniform, walk towards the parking lot on the other side of the building. As they reach the end of the walkway, they cross the road and go up a hill to a parking lot.
Standing beside a newer model Jeep Cherokee is a fiery looking woman, standing about average height, with very long brunette hair intermingled with cheap red dye. This broad-shouldered, curvacious vixen is holding what appear to be two different cat carriers.*
The Vance: Baby, you made it! I can’t freaking believe it! I didn’t think you’d be able to do it!
*The big man runs towards the woman, embracing her in a lifting hug, and finishing with a passionate kiss.*
Woman: Come on now hun, you know I have been waiting for this more than anyone. Well, anyone but Ms. Princess here, I think.
*The curvy woman smiles a smile that could light up an entire night sky, obviously deeply in love with the slow-witted wrestler.*
The Vance: Well, since it’s been awhile, my fans out there may not know my beautiful bride. Everyone out in TV and internet land, this is Jax.
Yes, like the Mortal Kombat character, but no, not because of it. I actually had to explain the whole concept to her when we first met, which made me happy. Anywho, Mr. Charisma, I have plenty that I need to do before I see you this weekend.
I really wish I would have gotten a better chance to study you, but of course, I had limited resources at my previous accommodations. But don’t you worry bud, I’ll study on the plane, and figure out just how to properly dispose of you on my way to the top.
*The big man kisses his wife again, then grabs one of the two cat carriers that she was holding. His eyes light up as he looks inside the apparatus, as he truly missed his feline companion while incarcerated.
Mr. Determination, his wife, and a number of crew members pile into the Jeep, with others going to a different vehicle. The scene fades out as the vehicle starts its journey towards destiny.*
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Post by HELLBREAKER on Jul 4, 2023 9:40:48 GMT
The Spotlight was to much to handle.. You are a shadow of your former self. You let everyone down. Look at you, injured. It's all your fault... all your fault!
For almost a year I've been on the sidelines.. dealing with injuries, rehab, you name it. I saw my life flickering before my eyes. I would be a Ghost of my former self.
But then, I saw a distant light.. I got cured from an eternal sickness..
I received a call from my doctor..
''Eddie, you got a moment?''
I didn't had any realization at this point.
My eyes opened up when I heard the next sentence.
''Eddie, you have been cleared''
I stared into the darkness, suddenly I realized this is it. This is the moment I was waiting for.
The darkness became light. And I had a purpose in life once again..
Entertaining in the life is something I always wanted to do as a kid.
This broke something in me though, however now I can finally do what I love again..
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Days went by and I finally made my way back to the combat arena.
I see a lot of new faces, a lot of new competition, dreams to be broken or made? who knows, but happiness took over.
I made my way to the backstage area and time stopped for a second.
This is it, this is my moment, my time, like I said in the past...
''Eddie your opponent is Mr Determination''
another opportunity given by the fans and IIW.
I will not back down from the challenge.
And so we begin.. We dance. Let's do this!
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