Post by Cid Phoenix 2013 on Jan 3, 2013 9:38:56 GMT -4
As they entered his place, Cid took off his duster and tossed it on the couch. Liza, his publicist walked over towards the bar, immediately grasping a glass and pouring herself a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon.
"In all the years that I have known you, Cid..", she began.
"Hey. That wasn't my fault.", said Phoenix.
"It was your fault!", scoffed Liza. "You gave that man a cutter through a table. At a press conference! A PRESS CONFERENCE, CID!!!"
Phoenix sighed and shook his head.
"He asked for it."
"And you just had to give it to him - is that it, Cid?"
Phoenix's brow furrowed and his eyes shifted in her direction. A sneer crossed his lips and he marched forth, jabbing an index finger in front of her face. He opened his mouth - started to speak, but then smirked and winked.
"It was fun.. Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it at the time."
She stared at him in disbelief and realized that a chuckle escaped her. He raised an eyebrow, maintaining the same crooked smirk.
"Oh, so we did find that funny, eh?"
Liza shook her head, as she look at him. He almost looked juvenile standing there with that silly look etched on his face.
"What's happened to you, Cid? You used to pull stunts like this when you were a rookie barely out of your teens, and now in your mid-twenties, you think you can start with the same tactics now?"
Cid chuckled. He just stood there, arms crossed over chest and chuckled.
"Listen. I'm all about having fun, nowadays. I could give two shits about titles and being the greatest when I've got no one behind the scenes mapping out my career path. If I can't have fun, what's the point in even doing all of this?"
Liza stood slack-jawed and quite surprised. Pleasantly surprised. She rose her glass, and gave a wink of her own.
"Bravo, man.. Bravo."
Cid yawned and stretched, turning towards the bathroom.
"Hey, Liza - I'm gonna take a shower. Feel free to drink up all of my booze, will'ya?"
And with that, he was gone.
Liza often wondered what were the true motives of one Cid Phoenix. She'd heard of him during his time in WNA, when he wrestled under the name of "Pax Punk". Back then Cid was an ornery type - fighting at the slightest hint of any show of disrespect. Over the years, several people had influenced him to become a somewhat changed man, but now it seemed like the Cid from those old days was threatening to return and get into all sorts of trouble, especially now that the media played an even bigger role nowadays. One could be seen superkicking a celebrity and become an overnight sensation (albeit an overnight sensation with an arrest record and legal issues, but an overnight sensation nonetheless.). She smiled at the thought of this as her eyes caught a small red book which lay on the dining room table.
"Such an odd thing to be in Cid's apartment.", she thought to herself.
Walking over, she picked up the book, opening it. It was a journal, or diary of some sort, and it seemed to have been written in Cid's handwriting. Looking to see if Cid was still in the shower, she flipped through to the latest entry - entitled, "Rocks In My Head."
(Below is what Liza reads from Cid's latest Journal Entry..)
Wednesday January 2nd 2013
"The Rocks In My Head"
Joined Action Packed Wrestling after being cleared by Doctors to wrestle again. And as with APW being tough and strict on their talent, my first match is one that will push and test the limits of my very attributes...
Four Way Dance
These matches are never easy to win. Because there are four competitors and it's every man (or woman) for themselves. One can think they've the match won, when suddenly, from behind comes another competitor and takes their chances of winning away. Am I nervous? Yeah, I'm very nervous. A singles match would have been easy, but really, how DOES one ever really prepare for four opponents? The answer to that? One NEVER is fully prepared to deal with four opponents. You just go out there and fight the good fight, and do your best to stay alive and hope that it's you who gets their hand raised in victory. Matches like these don't require cocky thoughts or clever banter. They require technical know-how, ring awareness, quick-thinking, fast reaction and even lots of cunning! I've been in my fair share of these to know that for a first match, this one is going to be both physically and mentally draining. I'm sure my opponents also know this, even now, they train themselves with determination and desire. A desire to win at any cost, just like me. Three just as hungry as I am, and I have to face them, I have to outwrestle, outwit, outlive them and survive in a match where the end can come at any given time.. My opponents are:
Matt Ward
The last time we faced off, it wasn't a walk in the park, but it was no picnic either. The man was hungry to make his mark back then, and he hasn't lost that appetite nowadays, either. And judging by the cosmetic changes that he's done to his physique, making him somewhat leaner, means that he's sacrificed some of that strength for stamina and gained himself a bit more speed. The end result is a completely different Matt Ward, that I've ever had to face before. I'm sure that there is some memory of our last encounter, and if anyone is my biggest threat, it's him - because he pretty much knows my offense. And while I'm not going to underestimate or take any of my opponents lightly, I imagine that Matt will come at me with just about every thing he's got and more...
Alexis
The gorgeously tall Alexis, would be better suited for being a model on a runway, if she weren't so rough around the edges. A mean streak that would direct her attention to in-ring competition made her somewhat of an odd duck in this kind of a match. By looks alone, one would expect her to be announcing the match, or even escorting one of it's competitors to the ring, but to see her actually start getting physical was both a shock and a turn on that was most welcome at best. I allow myself a smile as I write about her, as the thought of the opportunity to see just how good she is in the ring is just too sweet to pass up. But in the end, I wonder just how long she can stay alive with the others and myself..
Hannah Lee Dreams
The woman with the name so angelic that one would expect to encounter a sweet Southern Belle with the most charming mannerisms and the cutest drawl, would be just as shocking, if not twice as shocking as Alexis. This woman is a wrestling fanatic. And it is that same fanaticism that makes her dangerous in the ring. Her enthusiasm adds to this by the fact that with enthusiasm, comes motivation. With motivation, comes focus, and with focus - you have a competitor who is willing to do anything it takes to pick up the win. It will certainly be interesting to see just how "well-trained" this rookie is, as well as get a gauge on just how much punishment she can take..
And then there's myself.
A year of inactivity due to nagging injuries sustained in several matches thoughout a colorful 6 year long career. Grueling rehabilitation to get back to competition level. Long sleepless nights, wondering why I do what it is that I do.. I mean, after all - Who is this all for? To what end, will I find myself satisfied with my career? I've been acting like the world owes me something, like I'm one of the privileged, when in reallity I'm not. It took years for me to finally realize this, but now that I am seeing that bright light, I know now what I must do. I always fought because I felt I had to prove something. Prove that I was the greatest, the best - worthy of championship gold. But I don't need to - These are goals that will be reached in time, should the graces of God allow it. So in final, I don't go into this match feeling like I have to prove anything to anyone. I go into this match fighting to keep alive that which I believe in. And what I believe in, is--
"Having a good read, Liza?"
She was just about startled out of her skin. She dropped both the book and the glass of wine she'd held in her other hand. The glass shattered, sending small pieces of glass all over the floor, along with whatever was left of the wine. She looked down at the mess she'd made..
"Oh, Dear..", she said. "Cid, I'm totally sorry for the intrusion into your privacy. I didn't mean to pry."
"And yet, pry is what you did, Liza."
His voice was one of exhaustion. He spoke more with a sigh than with any real conviction behind his words. Liza noticed and knew what was happening. He was becoming disenchanted. Disenchanted with putting on a show for people who just didn't respect him. He was disenchanted with the business of kissing ass to get where one wanted to be. He was disenchanted with not being who he truly was... a competitor. He turned on his heels and tightened the cotton belt on his bathrobe.
"Goin' to bed, much to do tomorrow.. You can let yourself out when you want to."
He left, entering the bedroom and closing the door.
Liza sighed.
"Sweet Dreams, Phoenix.", she whispered to herself.
She wondered just how Phoenix was going to translate here in the APW this current time around.
'Only time would tell.', she thought to herself, as she bent down to pick up the broken pieces of glass on the floor.
The End
"In all the years that I have known you, Cid..", she began.
"Hey. That wasn't my fault.", said Phoenix.
"It was your fault!", scoffed Liza. "You gave that man a cutter through a table. At a press conference! A PRESS CONFERENCE, CID!!!"
Phoenix sighed and shook his head.
"He asked for it."
"And you just had to give it to him - is that it, Cid?"
Phoenix's brow furrowed and his eyes shifted in her direction. A sneer crossed his lips and he marched forth, jabbing an index finger in front of her face. He opened his mouth - started to speak, but then smirked and winked.
"It was fun.. Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it at the time."
She stared at him in disbelief and realized that a chuckle escaped her. He raised an eyebrow, maintaining the same crooked smirk.
"Oh, so we did find that funny, eh?"
Liza shook her head, as she look at him. He almost looked juvenile standing there with that silly look etched on his face.
"What's happened to you, Cid? You used to pull stunts like this when you were a rookie barely out of your teens, and now in your mid-twenties, you think you can start with the same tactics now?"
Cid chuckled. He just stood there, arms crossed over chest and chuckled.
"Listen. I'm all about having fun, nowadays. I could give two shits about titles and being the greatest when I've got no one behind the scenes mapping out my career path. If I can't have fun, what's the point in even doing all of this?"
Liza stood slack-jawed and quite surprised. Pleasantly surprised. She rose her glass, and gave a wink of her own.
"Bravo, man.. Bravo."
Cid yawned and stretched, turning towards the bathroom.
"Hey, Liza - I'm gonna take a shower. Feel free to drink up all of my booze, will'ya?"
And with that, he was gone.
Liza often wondered what were the true motives of one Cid Phoenix. She'd heard of him during his time in WNA, when he wrestled under the name of "Pax Punk". Back then Cid was an ornery type - fighting at the slightest hint of any show of disrespect. Over the years, several people had influenced him to become a somewhat changed man, but now it seemed like the Cid from those old days was threatening to return and get into all sorts of trouble, especially now that the media played an even bigger role nowadays. One could be seen superkicking a celebrity and become an overnight sensation (albeit an overnight sensation with an arrest record and legal issues, but an overnight sensation nonetheless.). She smiled at the thought of this as her eyes caught a small red book which lay on the dining room table.
"Such an odd thing to be in Cid's apartment.", she thought to herself.
Walking over, she picked up the book, opening it. It was a journal, or diary of some sort, and it seemed to have been written in Cid's handwriting. Looking to see if Cid was still in the shower, she flipped through to the latest entry - entitled, "Rocks In My Head."
(Below is what Liza reads from Cid's latest Journal Entry..)
Wednesday January 2nd 2013
"The Rocks In My Head"
Joined Action Packed Wrestling after being cleared by Doctors to wrestle again. And as with APW being tough and strict on their talent, my first match is one that will push and test the limits of my very attributes...
Four Way Dance
These matches are never easy to win. Because there are four competitors and it's every man (or woman) for themselves. One can think they've the match won, when suddenly, from behind comes another competitor and takes their chances of winning away. Am I nervous? Yeah, I'm very nervous. A singles match would have been easy, but really, how DOES one ever really prepare for four opponents? The answer to that? One NEVER is fully prepared to deal with four opponents. You just go out there and fight the good fight, and do your best to stay alive and hope that it's you who gets their hand raised in victory. Matches like these don't require cocky thoughts or clever banter. They require technical know-how, ring awareness, quick-thinking, fast reaction and even lots of cunning! I've been in my fair share of these to know that for a first match, this one is going to be both physically and mentally draining. I'm sure my opponents also know this, even now, they train themselves with determination and desire. A desire to win at any cost, just like me. Three just as hungry as I am, and I have to face them, I have to outwrestle, outwit, outlive them and survive in a match where the end can come at any given time.. My opponents are:
Matt Ward
The last time we faced off, it wasn't a walk in the park, but it was no picnic either. The man was hungry to make his mark back then, and he hasn't lost that appetite nowadays, either. And judging by the cosmetic changes that he's done to his physique, making him somewhat leaner, means that he's sacrificed some of that strength for stamina and gained himself a bit more speed. The end result is a completely different Matt Ward, that I've ever had to face before. I'm sure that there is some memory of our last encounter, and if anyone is my biggest threat, it's him - because he pretty much knows my offense. And while I'm not going to underestimate or take any of my opponents lightly, I imagine that Matt will come at me with just about every thing he's got and more...
Alexis
The gorgeously tall Alexis, would be better suited for being a model on a runway, if she weren't so rough around the edges. A mean streak that would direct her attention to in-ring competition made her somewhat of an odd duck in this kind of a match. By looks alone, one would expect her to be announcing the match, or even escorting one of it's competitors to the ring, but to see her actually start getting physical was both a shock and a turn on that was most welcome at best. I allow myself a smile as I write about her, as the thought of the opportunity to see just how good she is in the ring is just too sweet to pass up. But in the end, I wonder just how long she can stay alive with the others and myself..
Hannah Lee Dreams
The woman with the name so angelic that one would expect to encounter a sweet Southern Belle with the most charming mannerisms and the cutest drawl, would be just as shocking, if not twice as shocking as Alexis. This woman is a wrestling fanatic. And it is that same fanaticism that makes her dangerous in the ring. Her enthusiasm adds to this by the fact that with enthusiasm, comes motivation. With motivation, comes focus, and with focus - you have a competitor who is willing to do anything it takes to pick up the win. It will certainly be interesting to see just how "well-trained" this rookie is, as well as get a gauge on just how much punishment she can take..
And then there's myself.
A year of inactivity due to nagging injuries sustained in several matches thoughout a colorful 6 year long career. Grueling rehabilitation to get back to competition level. Long sleepless nights, wondering why I do what it is that I do.. I mean, after all - Who is this all for? To what end, will I find myself satisfied with my career? I've been acting like the world owes me something, like I'm one of the privileged, when in reallity I'm not. It took years for me to finally realize this, but now that I am seeing that bright light, I know now what I must do. I always fought because I felt I had to prove something. Prove that I was the greatest, the best - worthy of championship gold. But I don't need to - These are goals that will be reached in time, should the graces of God allow it. So in final, I don't go into this match feeling like I have to prove anything to anyone. I go into this match fighting to keep alive that which I believe in. And what I believe in, is--
"Having a good read, Liza?"
She was just about startled out of her skin. She dropped both the book and the glass of wine she'd held in her other hand. The glass shattered, sending small pieces of glass all over the floor, along with whatever was left of the wine. She looked down at the mess she'd made..
"Oh, Dear..", she said. "Cid, I'm totally sorry for the intrusion into your privacy. I didn't mean to pry."
"And yet, pry is what you did, Liza."
His voice was one of exhaustion. He spoke more with a sigh than with any real conviction behind his words. Liza noticed and knew what was happening. He was becoming disenchanted. Disenchanted with putting on a show for people who just didn't respect him. He was disenchanted with the business of kissing ass to get where one wanted to be. He was disenchanted with not being who he truly was... a competitor. He turned on his heels and tightened the cotton belt on his bathrobe.
"Goin' to bed, much to do tomorrow.. You can let yourself out when you want to."
He left, entering the bedroom and closing the door.
Liza sighed.
"Sweet Dreams, Phoenix.", she whispered to herself.
She wondered just how Phoenix was going to translate here in the APW this current time around.
'Only time would tell.', she thought to herself, as she bent down to pick up the broken pieces of glass on the floor.
The End
