Post by BDC on Jul 4, 2011 10:49:00 GMT -4
The atmosphere was electric, and the crowd were going wild. There had been a proverbial changing of the guard in APW, and things would definitely never be the same again. The PPV was off the chain, one of the best he’d ever seen in fact. There had been upset, upon upset, upon upset, which in turn had given the world a new World Champion in Rico Casteel, a new Undisputed Champion in Biggs, and a new Test for the Best Champion in C.J. Gates. Doors were certainly opening and new and fresh opportunities were most definitely on the horizon. New alliances would be forged, while older ones would crumble and fall. He’d seen it time, and time again. Ego was every man’s downfall. Losing hurt more than anything, well, almost anything. It played a close second to losing a loved one, and it drove a person to unspeakable acts. He’s seen angels fall from grace, and demons rise to ascendancy, all through a simple win or loss. It messed with a persons psyche, fucked them right down to their very foundation, and he for one couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.
To him, the APW had grown stale. You only had two guys on Overdrive who had any real potential and between them both they battled month in and month out for the Undisputed title. Sally Talfourd and Lester “Level One” Only, two of the best in the world. He couldn’t take anything from them, they were both fantastic competitors and tough as nails to boot, but there were only so many times you could watch two people fight before you got, well, bored shitless. How many times had he fought Jesse Nunez, or Sean Ferguson, or Jay Cee? As good as he was, he even admitted to the management at EWC that things needed to change, because it was getting boring, but as always, they never listened. Ok, there was a major difference between BDC’s situation and Level One and Sally’s’; he was a legend and was never defeated by Nunez, Ferguson or Jay Cee, whereas it was always a coin toss between Level One and Sally, but that wasn’t the point. The point was, and, to everyone’s surprise, Sally was eliminated in the opening round in the Test for the Best tournament, and Level One lost the Undisputed title to Biggs. The implications of these shock results meant that at long last, the staleness that he had witnessed for the last year or so would finally dissipate, and the world would now get to see new and exciting feuds and matches. This was a good thing.
And what about the World title? Rico Casteel was the new champion, and Chris Cyrus had been soundly defeated. It left a sour taste in his mouth, because he hadn’t long whooped Cyrus’ ass. Ok, it was a controversial win, but like he always said, a win, is a win, is a win, and the record books never lied. To BDC, it should have been him facing Casteel for the title that James Chambers had vacated, but fate had never been kind to the Welshman. He’d always had to earn things the hard way, and he was used to having to wait. It didn’t matter though. He knew for a fact that he would eventually be granted a title shot against whoever the champion was at the time, and that he would destroy that person, and be crowned the World Heavyweight Champion. It was as simple as that.
As for C.J. Gates and the Test for the Best Tournament, well, while it didn’t directly affect him for the time being, he knew fully well that it was only a matter of time before Gates would be thrust into the title race for Biggs’ Undisputed title. Gates didn’t like BDC, and to BDC, the feeling was mutual. They’d crossed paths before, and the bad blood that boiled between them still stirred every time they caught a glimpse of each other in the locker room area. Gates was on his hit list, and he would get what was coming to him. That was for another time though.
For now he had to concentrate on his next match against Nova at the Asylum Super Show. He’d heard about the pool that was going around the locker room in regard to how long he’d hang around this time, before disappearing again. He knew that the guys loathed him, and that he could no longer command the respect that he could simply by walking into a room. They all thought he was a joke, a guy that should just roll over and die. That was fair. He had walked out on the APW time and time again, and it was well documented that he only seemed to do it when he had a really tough match coming up.
That was then though, this was now.
BDC was determined to prove to everyone that this time, there would be no stopping him. He would get back to his best, and he would be the force that could not be stopped. He would become the World Champion, and then the APW would have to deal with fallout.
It would have taken him a good hour to get from his private box in the Metro Center to his car in the parking lot. The APW staff had started disassembling the backstage props during the main event, and there wasn’t room to swing a cat, as people rushed towards their cars, in the vein hope that they might be able to sneak away as quickly as possible. He’d decided to make a quick detour to pass the time, and passed through the locker room area. The smell of baby oil, stale sweat, blood and adrenaline filled his nostrils almost immediately, and as strange as it sounded, it made him feel at home. Some of the guys were high fiving and hugging each other, congratulating each other to a job well done, while others lay on stretchers hooked up to an IV, having completely exhausted their bodies by giving everything they had. Some of the guys had had to fight 3 times tonight, and naturally, it had taken it out of them. BDC noticed C.J. Gates sitting up on a stretcher, hooked up to one of those machines. As tired as he was, he still had the pride and fortitude to sit upright and fight it. He didn’t like him but man, he had to respect him. He walked over to Gates, which caused Gates to try to get up, ready to defend himself even in his weakened state. BDC smiled, and put his hand out in front of him.
“I’m not here to fight,” said BDC.
“Yeah, well what the hell do you want then?” replied Gates, still trying to stand. He looked like death warmed up, and BDC knew that he could take him out of commission for a long time if he really wanted to. This made him happy.
“Well kid,” said BDC. “I have to give credit where credit is due, you put in a hell of show tonight, and I wanted to tell you that, face to face, and man to man.”
C.J. looked at him, not quite believing what he had just heard. He squinted his eyes slightly, and stared at BDC. “Well, as hard as it is for me to believe you, I appreciate it nonetheless. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m kind of tired, and I’d like to be left alone, but,” he paused for a few moments, as if struggling to get the next words out. “Thank you.”
BDC nodded in acknowledgment. “Sure, no worries.” He turned to walk away, but stopped and turned back towards Gates. “One last thing though”
Gates sighed. He had hoped that the Welshman was genuine, but wasn’t completely surprised that he couldn’t just leave it at that.
“Yes?”
“Well kid, you’ve just put yourself in line for a shot at the Undisputed title, which means that you’ve made yourself public enemy number one. Sure, the guys will flock around you, kissing your ass, and telling you that they love what you’re all about, but not me, I don’t work that way.” He folded his arms and leant up against the nearest wall.
“Fact is sonny boy, you’re gonna have to watch your back every second of every day, because the key to success is power, and power is absolute. You have a target on your back, and I just want you to be aware of that. You see that machine you’re hooked up to now? Well, I’d get used to it if I were you, because it’s only gonna get harder from here on out. Sucks to be you right? I’d kind of planned on kicking your ass right here and right now, for old times sake and all that, but you know what, I think I’m going to enjoy watching you fall to pieces as the pressure of it all fucks your head up. It’s gonna be exciting!”
He stood up straight, and gave Gates the thumbs up, “Congratulations though, seriously!” He laughed out loud, shook his head, and headed toward a few of the other wrestlers. Gates sat there, fuming.
He headed towards Chris Cyrus’ locker room, clicking his knuckles and fingers, and stretching his wrists. Cyrus was going to get hospitalised tonight, and he looked forward to the carnage. He arrived at the room, kicked the door off its hinges, and shouted: “HERE’S BDC!”
“Really B, is that the best you could come up with?”
He paused for a few moments, closed his eyes, and shook his head. Sitting on a couch, arms folded, and completely relaxed was APW President Hurricane Jeff. BDC smirked, grabbed a chair, turned it the other way round, sat down, and leaned his arms on the back of it. “Jeffy boy, you’re such a fucking buzz kill, you know that right?”
"And you’re still as predictable as ever,” replied Jeff. “That’s another door you owe me for by the way.”
“Put it on my bill,” said BDC. “So, to what do I owe the honour this time?”
Jeff unfolded his arms, and leaned back in an effort to get more comfortable. “Oh, same old same old. I had a feeling that you’d try something like this tonight, so I made sure Cyrus was moved. Normally I’d just have posted security at the door, but I don’t need the hassle of law suits, so I thought I’d just deal with it myself.”
“Good thinking champ,” said BDC. “Beating up on security guards doesn’t quite have the same thrill that is used to. That being said, I really wanted to fuck Cyrus up tonight for suggesting that he had me beat the other day, but hey, talking to you is good to. So, what’s on your mind Jeff?”
“Oh you know, the usual. Running a company, making sure the PPV goes off without a hitch, dealing with the roster and making sure they are looked after,” replied Jeff nonchalantly. “Oh yeah, and making sure that our resident Welsh psychopath doesn’t do anything stupid!”
“You’re about 20 years to late for that mate,” laughed BDC.
“True B, true,” replied Jeff. He wasn’t laughing though. “Tell me B, why do you keep pulling this shit? You have everything, money, fame, power, yet you still feel the need to try to end peoples careers. I mean, what the hell is wrong with you?”
“Well you know me Jeff, I’ve always been all kinds of fucked up, I’m amazing, just the way I am.” He continued to laugh, quite pleased with himself.
“That’s right, laugh it up, because from where I’m standing, all you have these days is the ability to laugh at yourself, because that’s EXACTLY what you’ve turned into, a fucking joke!”
BDC stood up, picked up the chair, and smashed it up against the wall. Jeff stood up immediately, and they both squared up.
“Go on, hit me B! Give me the reason I need to fire you once and for all! Give me the reason I need to prove the world right, to prove that you are just a flash in the pan! Please, I beg you, HIT ME!”
BDC lifted up his fist, but Jeff didn’t flinch. Jeff stared at him, smiling, goading him into losing it. BDC gritted his teeth, and screamed in Jeff’s face. He turned around and punched a hole in the wall. “Fuck you Jeff!”
He was about to storm off, when Jeff said, “That’s right, run away, like you always do. Well, if you leave this time, don’t even think of asking me for another chance!”
“Who the fucking hell do you think you’re talking to Jeff?” asked BDC. “Why the hell are you riding me like this? You know what my fucking temper is like, yet here you are, winding me up like this!”
“I’m doing this, because it’s about time someone put you in your place!” said Jeff. He straightened his shirt, and sat back down. “B, you swan around here, demanding respect, and doing what the hell you want, but the fact of the matter is, you don’t have the right to do any of these things, not anymore, and certainly nor here in APW!”
“I think you’re forgetting a few choice facts here Jeff,” said BDC.
“I haven’t forgotten a damn thing Chris, I know EXACTLY the hold you have over me, and you know what, I don’t care anymore. Retribution Incorporated was a long time ago, and times change. I’ve changed, the industry has changed, and the fans have changed. The only that hasn’t changed is YOU!”
BDC laughed out loud. “You don’t think I’ve changed Jeff? Are you fucking blind, as well as stupid? Of course I’ve changed! I changed the day that Karl died, I had to! I went over the edge, and it’s taken me years to claw myself back from it, but you know what Jeff, for the first time in god knows how long, I feel that I am finally back to what could be regarded as normality! This is what I do best Jeff; I eliminate the competition before they become a serious threat. You know that when you re-signed me. You knew the dangers that came with having me on the roster, so don’t you dare fucking sit there and patronise me with your bullshit, because you are nothing but a fucking hypocrite!”
“Me, a hypocrite, really? Oh, do enlighten me?” replied Jeff.
“You keep spouting on about how Ret. Inc. was years ago, and yes, you’re right about that, but I remember what you did Jeff. I remember the conversations we had. I remember the sick shit that entered your head. You waltz around here, pretending that you are the holier than holy, but if only the sheep knew the real Hurricane Jeff. If I had two wishes, I’d bring Karl back first, and then I’d make the world see you for who you really are for my second wish! Yes, I’m all fucked up, and yes, I need professional help, but at least I’m man enough to embrace who and what I am. You Jeff, you’re just a pathetic little man who pretends that he’s happy. You disgust me Jeff!”
Jeff stood up and walked straight up to BDC. His face was flushed with anger, and he looked like he was about to explode, but he somehow managed to compose himself. “Go home Chris. You’ve got a big match coming up, and you need to concentrate on that. We’re done here.”
BDC shook his head in contempt. “Yeah, I’ve got a match coming up, and don’t you worry your little self kid, I’ll be more than ready. Such a shame Jeff, you had so much potential”.
Jeff didn’t answer. He stared straight ahead, and left the room. BDC shook his head in disappointment. “Sooner rather than later, that man will realise who he is, and then the fun will really begin.”
I’m a simple man at heart really. I think I’ve made it more than obvious what I’m all about. Pain, suffering, torture, sacrifice – all these words and more come to mind when I think of what I’ve been though to get where I am today. Ok, I talk a lot, that’s fair, but hey, we’ve all got to have a flaw here and there right? Facts are facts though, and the facts state that I have the ability and the skill to be the best in the world again. But, what about the drive, the desire to push past the hard obstacles, and face the depressing thought that I may lose a match? Is that something I can overcome?
The honest answer is, I don’t know.
I’ve been beaten, and broken, and battered and bruised over and over again, but back in the day I had the drive and desire to push past the pain, and to overcome every challenge that was thrown at me. It’s no secret that I’ve been left wanting over the last few years. I’d like to blame a lot of things, but the honest truth is, I couldn’t be fucking bothered anymore. Why take the hard road and get your face smashed in, when sitting at home watching films is so much fucking easier, and far less painful.
So where does that leave me now? What does this latest adventure hold for BDC?
Once again, I have to answer with the truth.
I don’t know.
Maybe I’ll stick around for the duration, and prove the locker room wrong, or maybe I’ll say “fuck it” and bugger off again. We’ll just have to wait and see.
So, with the soppy indulgence into my psyche and current frame of mind, let’s crack on with the business at hand shall we?
Are we all comfy children?
Good.
So, there are a lot of things going on at the moment in the world of sports entertainment. We have the Experts tournament; we’ve just seen APW’s Test for the Best PPV, and we have the upcoming Asylum Super show to look forward to.
Exciting ey?
With those events being addressed, let’s talk a bit about each one shall we? First off, we have the so called Experts Tournament. Well, I’ve entered this tournament before, and I know first hand that it’s run by a bunch of corrupt, elitist idiots that take great pleasure in telling the wrestling world what they should do, and how things should be done. They like to think that they are the be all and end of all of all things wrestling related, whereas I think they are a bunch of egotistical cunt monkeys that need to keep their opinions to themselves, and to stay out of everyone else’s business. You see folks, if you don’t do it the Experts way, from shooting a promo to in ring ability, you are regarded as a useless waste of space, and you basically have your entire career mocked and discarded as unworthy garbage. At the Experts, you have to be willing to change everything it is that makes you who you are, and you have to be willing to bend over backwards, and take it roughly in the ass. Just ask Level One, a guy that’s won it a couple of times now. I’ve seen him, talking them up, like they are the messiahs of the wrestling world. Lester’s tongue is so far up their ass, I don’t know where they begin and he ends! Well Lester, I will say what I want, how I want, and I don’t give a flying fuck what you, they, or anyone else thinks about it. I have earned the right to be who I am through years and years of experience, and on my best day, there isn’t anyone involved with the Experts that can hang with me, you included boy. The Experts has made you weak, and you are nothing but their little puppet bitch. They have twisted and manipulate you into what they are looking for, and as a result, you are no longer the APW Undisputed Champion. They are to blame for your loss, and if you had any sense, you’d forever turn your back on their bullshit elitism, and become the monster you once were, as opposed to the fucking pathetic joke you now are. You make me fucking sick, and for the record, I CAN, and WILL kick your ass, and what I’ve accomplished IS BETTER than anything you’ve ever done, and I’ll mock your career in any way, shape or form that I fucking want, so deal with it bitch!
This leads me nicely to Sally Talfourd. She’s another misguided fool that decided to have a go in the Experts tournament. Well, how did that work out for you bitch tits? Ok, so last I checked, you managed some lack lustre wins against fucking nobodies, and you’ve progressed reasonably far, so well done for that I suppose – well, if you don’t mind the fact that you’ve had to change who you are and what you’re all about to do so. That being said though, what has being in the tournament done for you in regard to APW? Oh yes, that’s right, nothing at all. Now let me get this straight, and stop me if I’m wrong, I seem to recall you losing to C.J. Gates in the opening round of the Test for the Best Tournament. Wow, the tournament favourite falling at the first hurdle, sucks to be you ey? How’d that make you feel honey? Did it make you wanna cry? Oh wait, no, I forgot, you’re all big and bad now aren’t you, and we all know that big girls don’t cry!
I’m sorry; I can’t even take the piss out of you anymore, because the thought of you pretending to be a bad ass fucking offends me to the core. Sally, stop with this bullshit babe. You’re not convincing anyone with this charade. I met you last year, and there wasn’t a mean bone in your body, so why you think that you can all of a sudden pretend to be like this fucking irks me. You’re a good girl at heart, so why try to be something you’re not? You haven’t got what it takes to be like me. Oh, I know you’re not trying to be like me, mainly because you’re not that lucky, or talented, but at least I’m believable when I bring it. You, you’re like a Chihuahua with a slight case of wind. So, do yourself a favour and go back to being the loveable little girl that the fans loved, and leave the brutal stuff to the men, there’s good little munchkin.
As for Test for the Best, well, C.J. Gates showed some real skill, and proved that he’s ready to play with the big boys. Gates, I said all I have to say to you after the PPV. You impressed me, and I told you that to your face. That doesn’t mean I like you though. I was sorely tempted to fuck you up, just for kicks, but I decided that I’d give you a pass just this once, but only because you earned it. From here on in, I get even the smallest opportunity, I’m hospitalising you, end of fucking story.
Cyrus, you dodged a bullet when Jeff hauled your ass out of the arena. I was going to make you pay dearly for even fucking hinting at the fact that you had me beat, because everyone who knows what they are talking about could see that I was just about to power out of that Sharpshooter, and beat the living snot out of you. But its ok kid, you hang on to the dreams you have. Dreams are good. They’ll serve you well when we meet again, and I put you in a fucking coma. Oops, better not talk about putting people in a coma, because they don’t like that over at the Experts, and I may make them cry. Oh yeah, jolly bad luck with losing your opportunity for the World title old chap, guess that leaves the door open for a real wrestler like me. Casteel, you have something I want, so that makes you public enemy number one. Make no mistake Rico, I WILL earn myself a shot at the title you currently possess, and unlike Cyrus, I will give you a REAL challenge. See you soon kid.
This finally leads me to my opponent at the Super Show, Nova, a guy I know next to nothing about, but you know what, that doesn’t matter!
You see, I’ve been in this situation time, and time again, and I’ve always managed to pull off a win when it mattered the most, and make no doubt about it, this match matters.
Ok, on paper, it’s a nothing match, a filler to make the card more interesting. No one really gives a fuck about the Overdrive vs. Asylum thing, so I’m not even going to go there. The simple fact of the matter is, Nova is just anther stepping stone that’s been put in my path, and to get at Rico Casteel, I have to eliminate Nova. It really is that simple.
Nova, you and I have had one match so far here in APW, and we’ve both won. Some would say that makes this match a coin toss, but the people that might say that are fucking idiots, because there will only be one outcome, and if you think that it’ll be you with your hand raised in victory, then you are a fucking retard, because it’s going to be me that wins, simple as.
Now I now you have a pretty little mouth and you spout some long winded bullshit, but don’t think for one second that you can hang with me boy. You see Nova, when you really delve into your comments, and when you really read between the lines, you find out that you constantly contradict everything you say, and that you make no sense at all. So, is it right or wrong to have pride, because judging by your magic mushroom fuelled rant, I really don’t have a fucking clue. On the one hand, you say it’s a bad thing, and then you say that it’s good to have pride, and then you spout on about how god made us all equal, and then you bang on about how pride caused all kinds of misery and shit . . . for the love of Hurricane Jeff’s third nipple, say something constructive, or please, shut the fuck up!
Ok, some of the stuff you said made a little sense, that being about Johnny Rebel not being ready for a major title shot in any way, shape or form, but as for the rest, well I’m still trying to work it out. You really can’t make your mind up about where you’re going at all can you? Maybe it’s the mask you wear, maybe it gives you a kind of duel identity wherein you haven’t got a clue what’s going on, and that all you see is pink unicorns, fluffy little green rabbits, and fat men in thongs. You talk about the backstage politics involved in this industry as if you have first hand experience. Well kid, let me tell you what really happens during the match creating process shall I? First off, Jeff comes in with a shitload of hash brownies, and he and the rest of the creative team get high as a mother fucker, and just make it up as they go along. Take our match up for example, they haven’t got a fucking clue what to do with either of us, so they just chucked us together so that we have something to do. That’s what marijuana does. It must have seemed like a good idea at the time, to make this match up I mean, but when I phoned Jeff to ask him what hell he was playing at, he simply answered “sorry, hash brownies, munchies”, and that was it.
But you know what sonny, I have to give you props for wanting to fight with honour, and skill, and shit like that. You wanna be the guy that takes a bullet for another man, well that’s good, real good. You see Nova; you kind of will take a bullet this week, because unfortunately for you, you’ve been put in an impossible and unfortunate situation where you have to take a beating for something that isn’t really your fault. Like I’ve already said, this match has no reason to even take place, but que serra serra and all that. I’m sure it’ll be quick and relatively painless for you either way. Oh who am I kidding, it’s gonna hurt, a lot, and I’m gonna enjoy every second of it.
You know what Nova; I’m bored of you now to be honest. No one has seen or heard from you for ages, so I’m going to sit back, and wait until you send your promo DVD in to Jeff last minute, with all your clever little comments and dissection in regard to everything I’ve already said. If you were so honourable, you would have been man enough to address me days ago, but it just goes to show how much of a hypocrite you really are. So, I look forward to your long winded, boring speech about how noble, and skilful and fucking awesome you are, and to what you’ll say about me being past it, having a silly name, and being deluded – just like everyone else says.
See you soon kid.
We will soon have to face the fallout of the Experts Tournament, Test for the Best and the Asylum Super Show. The face of APW has changed already and nothing can be taken for granted anymore. A changing of the guard has taken place, but, don’t get to cocky folks, because there’s one member of the old guard with plenty left to prove.
To him, the APW had grown stale. You only had two guys on Overdrive who had any real potential and between them both they battled month in and month out for the Undisputed title. Sally Talfourd and Lester “Level One” Only, two of the best in the world. He couldn’t take anything from them, they were both fantastic competitors and tough as nails to boot, but there were only so many times you could watch two people fight before you got, well, bored shitless. How many times had he fought Jesse Nunez, or Sean Ferguson, or Jay Cee? As good as he was, he even admitted to the management at EWC that things needed to change, because it was getting boring, but as always, they never listened. Ok, there was a major difference between BDC’s situation and Level One and Sally’s’; he was a legend and was never defeated by Nunez, Ferguson or Jay Cee, whereas it was always a coin toss between Level One and Sally, but that wasn’t the point. The point was, and, to everyone’s surprise, Sally was eliminated in the opening round in the Test for the Best tournament, and Level One lost the Undisputed title to Biggs. The implications of these shock results meant that at long last, the staleness that he had witnessed for the last year or so would finally dissipate, and the world would now get to see new and exciting feuds and matches. This was a good thing.
And what about the World title? Rico Casteel was the new champion, and Chris Cyrus had been soundly defeated. It left a sour taste in his mouth, because he hadn’t long whooped Cyrus’ ass. Ok, it was a controversial win, but like he always said, a win, is a win, is a win, and the record books never lied. To BDC, it should have been him facing Casteel for the title that James Chambers had vacated, but fate had never been kind to the Welshman. He’d always had to earn things the hard way, and he was used to having to wait. It didn’t matter though. He knew for a fact that he would eventually be granted a title shot against whoever the champion was at the time, and that he would destroy that person, and be crowned the World Heavyweight Champion. It was as simple as that.
As for C.J. Gates and the Test for the Best Tournament, well, while it didn’t directly affect him for the time being, he knew fully well that it was only a matter of time before Gates would be thrust into the title race for Biggs’ Undisputed title. Gates didn’t like BDC, and to BDC, the feeling was mutual. They’d crossed paths before, and the bad blood that boiled between them still stirred every time they caught a glimpse of each other in the locker room area. Gates was on his hit list, and he would get what was coming to him. That was for another time though.
For now he had to concentrate on his next match against Nova at the Asylum Super Show. He’d heard about the pool that was going around the locker room in regard to how long he’d hang around this time, before disappearing again. He knew that the guys loathed him, and that he could no longer command the respect that he could simply by walking into a room. They all thought he was a joke, a guy that should just roll over and die. That was fair. He had walked out on the APW time and time again, and it was well documented that he only seemed to do it when he had a really tough match coming up.
That was then though, this was now.
BDC was determined to prove to everyone that this time, there would be no stopping him. He would get back to his best, and he would be the force that could not be stopped. He would become the World Champion, and then the APW would have to deal with fallout.
……………………
It would have taken him a good hour to get from his private box in the Metro Center to his car in the parking lot. The APW staff had started disassembling the backstage props during the main event, and there wasn’t room to swing a cat, as people rushed towards their cars, in the vein hope that they might be able to sneak away as quickly as possible. He’d decided to make a quick detour to pass the time, and passed through the locker room area. The smell of baby oil, stale sweat, blood and adrenaline filled his nostrils almost immediately, and as strange as it sounded, it made him feel at home. Some of the guys were high fiving and hugging each other, congratulating each other to a job well done, while others lay on stretchers hooked up to an IV, having completely exhausted their bodies by giving everything they had. Some of the guys had had to fight 3 times tonight, and naturally, it had taken it out of them. BDC noticed C.J. Gates sitting up on a stretcher, hooked up to one of those machines. As tired as he was, he still had the pride and fortitude to sit upright and fight it. He didn’t like him but man, he had to respect him. He walked over to Gates, which caused Gates to try to get up, ready to defend himself even in his weakened state. BDC smiled, and put his hand out in front of him.
“I’m not here to fight,” said BDC.
“Yeah, well what the hell do you want then?” replied Gates, still trying to stand. He looked like death warmed up, and BDC knew that he could take him out of commission for a long time if he really wanted to. This made him happy.
“Well kid,” said BDC. “I have to give credit where credit is due, you put in a hell of show tonight, and I wanted to tell you that, face to face, and man to man.”
C.J. looked at him, not quite believing what he had just heard. He squinted his eyes slightly, and stared at BDC. “Well, as hard as it is for me to believe you, I appreciate it nonetheless. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m kind of tired, and I’d like to be left alone, but,” he paused for a few moments, as if struggling to get the next words out. “Thank you.”
BDC nodded in acknowledgment. “Sure, no worries.” He turned to walk away, but stopped and turned back towards Gates. “One last thing though”
Gates sighed. He had hoped that the Welshman was genuine, but wasn’t completely surprised that he couldn’t just leave it at that.
“Yes?”
“Well kid, you’ve just put yourself in line for a shot at the Undisputed title, which means that you’ve made yourself public enemy number one. Sure, the guys will flock around you, kissing your ass, and telling you that they love what you’re all about, but not me, I don’t work that way.” He folded his arms and leant up against the nearest wall.
“Fact is sonny boy, you’re gonna have to watch your back every second of every day, because the key to success is power, and power is absolute. You have a target on your back, and I just want you to be aware of that. You see that machine you’re hooked up to now? Well, I’d get used to it if I were you, because it’s only gonna get harder from here on out. Sucks to be you right? I’d kind of planned on kicking your ass right here and right now, for old times sake and all that, but you know what, I think I’m going to enjoy watching you fall to pieces as the pressure of it all fucks your head up. It’s gonna be exciting!”
He stood up straight, and gave Gates the thumbs up, “Congratulations though, seriously!” He laughed out loud, shook his head, and headed toward a few of the other wrestlers. Gates sat there, fuming.
……………………
He headed towards Chris Cyrus’ locker room, clicking his knuckles and fingers, and stretching his wrists. Cyrus was going to get hospitalised tonight, and he looked forward to the carnage. He arrived at the room, kicked the door off its hinges, and shouted: “HERE’S BDC!”
“Really B, is that the best you could come up with?”
He paused for a few moments, closed his eyes, and shook his head. Sitting on a couch, arms folded, and completely relaxed was APW President Hurricane Jeff. BDC smirked, grabbed a chair, turned it the other way round, sat down, and leaned his arms on the back of it. “Jeffy boy, you’re such a fucking buzz kill, you know that right?”
"And you’re still as predictable as ever,” replied Jeff. “That’s another door you owe me for by the way.”
“Put it on my bill,” said BDC. “So, to what do I owe the honour this time?”
Jeff unfolded his arms, and leaned back in an effort to get more comfortable. “Oh, same old same old. I had a feeling that you’d try something like this tonight, so I made sure Cyrus was moved. Normally I’d just have posted security at the door, but I don’t need the hassle of law suits, so I thought I’d just deal with it myself.”
“Good thinking champ,” said BDC. “Beating up on security guards doesn’t quite have the same thrill that is used to. That being said, I really wanted to fuck Cyrus up tonight for suggesting that he had me beat the other day, but hey, talking to you is good to. So, what’s on your mind Jeff?”
“Oh you know, the usual. Running a company, making sure the PPV goes off without a hitch, dealing with the roster and making sure they are looked after,” replied Jeff nonchalantly. “Oh yeah, and making sure that our resident Welsh psychopath doesn’t do anything stupid!”
“You’re about 20 years to late for that mate,” laughed BDC.
“True B, true,” replied Jeff. He wasn’t laughing though. “Tell me B, why do you keep pulling this shit? You have everything, money, fame, power, yet you still feel the need to try to end peoples careers. I mean, what the hell is wrong with you?”
“Well you know me Jeff, I’ve always been all kinds of fucked up, I’m amazing, just the way I am.” He continued to laugh, quite pleased with himself.
“That’s right, laugh it up, because from where I’m standing, all you have these days is the ability to laugh at yourself, because that’s EXACTLY what you’ve turned into, a fucking joke!”
BDC stood up, picked up the chair, and smashed it up against the wall. Jeff stood up immediately, and they both squared up.
“Go on, hit me B! Give me the reason I need to fire you once and for all! Give me the reason I need to prove the world right, to prove that you are just a flash in the pan! Please, I beg you, HIT ME!”
BDC lifted up his fist, but Jeff didn’t flinch. Jeff stared at him, smiling, goading him into losing it. BDC gritted his teeth, and screamed in Jeff’s face. He turned around and punched a hole in the wall. “Fuck you Jeff!”
He was about to storm off, when Jeff said, “That’s right, run away, like you always do. Well, if you leave this time, don’t even think of asking me for another chance!”
“Who the fucking hell do you think you’re talking to Jeff?” asked BDC. “Why the hell are you riding me like this? You know what my fucking temper is like, yet here you are, winding me up like this!”
“I’m doing this, because it’s about time someone put you in your place!” said Jeff. He straightened his shirt, and sat back down. “B, you swan around here, demanding respect, and doing what the hell you want, but the fact of the matter is, you don’t have the right to do any of these things, not anymore, and certainly nor here in APW!”
“I think you’re forgetting a few choice facts here Jeff,” said BDC.
“I haven’t forgotten a damn thing Chris, I know EXACTLY the hold you have over me, and you know what, I don’t care anymore. Retribution Incorporated was a long time ago, and times change. I’ve changed, the industry has changed, and the fans have changed. The only that hasn’t changed is YOU!”
BDC laughed out loud. “You don’t think I’ve changed Jeff? Are you fucking blind, as well as stupid? Of course I’ve changed! I changed the day that Karl died, I had to! I went over the edge, and it’s taken me years to claw myself back from it, but you know what Jeff, for the first time in god knows how long, I feel that I am finally back to what could be regarded as normality! This is what I do best Jeff; I eliminate the competition before they become a serious threat. You know that when you re-signed me. You knew the dangers that came with having me on the roster, so don’t you dare fucking sit there and patronise me with your bullshit, because you are nothing but a fucking hypocrite!”
“Me, a hypocrite, really? Oh, do enlighten me?” replied Jeff.
“You keep spouting on about how Ret. Inc. was years ago, and yes, you’re right about that, but I remember what you did Jeff. I remember the conversations we had. I remember the sick shit that entered your head. You waltz around here, pretending that you are the holier than holy, but if only the sheep knew the real Hurricane Jeff. If I had two wishes, I’d bring Karl back first, and then I’d make the world see you for who you really are for my second wish! Yes, I’m all fucked up, and yes, I need professional help, but at least I’m man enough to embrace who and what I am. You Jeff, you’re just a pathetic little man who pretends that he’s happy. You disgust me Jeff!”
Jeff stood up and walked straight up to BDC. His face was flushed with anger, and he looked like he was about to explode, but he somehow managed to compose himself. “Go home Chris. You’ve got a big match coming up, and you need to concentrate on that. We’re done here.”
BDC shook his head in contempt. “Yeah, I’ve got a match coming up, and don’t you worry your little self kid, I’ll be more than ready. Such a shame Jeff, you had so much potential”.
Jeff didn’t answer. He stared straight ahead, and left the room. BDC shook his head in disappointment. “Sooner rather than later, that man will realise who he is, and then the fun will really begin.”
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I’m a simple man at heart really. I think I’ve made it more than obvious what I’m all about. Pain, suffering, torture, sacrifice – all these words and more come to mind when I think of what I’ve been though to get where I am today. Ok, I talk a lot, that’s fair, but hey, we’ve all got to have a flaw here and there right? Facts are facts though, and the facts state that I have the ability and the skill to be the best in the world again. But, what about the drive, the desire to push past the hard obstacles, and face the depressing thought that I may lose a match? Is that something I can overcome?
The honest answer is, I don’t know.
I’ve been beaten, and broken, and battered and bruised over and over again, but back in the day I had the drive and desire to push past the pain, and to overcome every challenge that was thrown at me. It’s no secret that I’ve been left wanting over the last few years. I’d like to blame a lot of things, but the honest truth is, I couldn’t be fucking bothered anymore. Why take the hard road and get your face smashed in, when sitting at home watching films is so much fucking easier, and far less painful.
So where does that leave me now? What does this latest adventure hold for BDC?
Once again, I have to answer with the truth.
I don’t know.
Maybe I’ll stick around for the duration, and prove the locker room wrong, or maybe I’ll say “fuck it” and bugger off again. We’ll just have to wait and see.
So, with the soppy indulgence into my psyche and current frame of mind, let’s crack on with the business at hand shall we?
Are we all comfy children?
Good.
So, there are a lot of things going on at the moment in the world of sports entertainment. We have the Experts tournament; we’ve just seen APW’s Test for the Best PPV, and we have the upcoming Asylum Super show to look forward to.
Exciting ey?
With those events being addressed, let’s talk a bit about each one shall we? First off, we have the so called Experts Tournament. Well, I’ve entered this tournament before, and I know first hand that it’s run by a bunch of corrupt, elitist idiots that take great pleasure in telling the wrestling world what they should do, and how things should be done. They like to think that they are the be all and end of all of all things wrestling related, whereas I think they are a bunch of egotistical cunt monkeys that need to keep their opinions to themselves, and to stay out of everyone else’s business. You see folks, if you don’t do it the Experts way, from shooting a promo to in ring ability, you are regarded as a useless waste of space, and you basically have your entire career mocked and discarded as unworthy garbage. At the Experts, you have to be willing to change everything it is that makes you who you are, and you have to be willing to bend over backwards, and take it roughly in the ass. Just ask Level One, a guy that’s won it a couple of times now. I’ve seen him, talking them up, like they are the messiahs of the wrestling world. Lester’s tongue is so far up their ass, I don’t know where they begin and he ends! Well Lester, I will say what I want, how I want, and I don’t give a flying fuck what you, they, or anyone else thinks about it. I have earned the right to be who I am through years and years of experience, and on my best day, there isn’t anyone involved with the Experts that can hang with me, you included boy. The Experts has made you weak, and you are nothing but their little puppet bitch. They have twisted and manipulate you into what they are looking for, and as a result, you are no longer the APW Undisputed Champion. They are to blame for your loss, and if you had any sense, you’d forever turn your back on their bullshit elitism, and become the monster you once were, as opposed to the fucking pathetic joke you now are. You make me fucking sick, and for the record, I CAN, and WILL kick your ass, and what I’ve accomplished IS BETTER than anything you’ve ever done, and I’ll mock your career in any way, shape or form that I fucking want, so deal with it bitch!
This leads me nicely to Sally Talfourd. She’s another misguided fool that decided to have a go in the Experts tournament. Well, how did that work out for you bitch tits? Ok, so last I checked, you managed some lack lustre wins against fucking nobodies, and you’ve progressed reasonably far, so well done for that I suppose – well, if you don’t mind the fact that you’ve had to change who you are and what you’re all about to do so. That being said though, what has being in the tournament done for you in regard to APW? Oh yes, that’s right, nothing at all. Now let me get this straight, and stop me if I’m wrong, I seem to recall you losing to C.J. Gates in the opening round of the Test for the Best Tournament. Wow, the tournament favourite falling at the first hurdle, sucks to be you ey? How’d that make you feel honey? Did it make you wanna cry? Oh wait, no, I forgot, you’re all big and bad now aren’t you, and we all know that big girls don’t cry!
I’m sorry; I can’t even take the piss out of you anymore, because the thought of you pretending to be a bad ass fucking offends me to the core. Sally, stop with this bullshit babe. You’re not convincing anyone with this charade. I met you last year, and there wasn’t a mean bone in your body, so why you think that you can all of a sudden pretend to be like this fucking irks me. You’re a good girl at heart, so why try to be something you’re not? You haven’t got what it takes to be like me. Oh, I know you’re not trying to be like me, mainly because you’re not that lucky, or talented, but at least I’m believable when I bring it. You, you’re like a Chihuahua with a slight case of wind. So, do yourself a favour and go back to being the loveable little girl that the fans loved, and leave the brutal stuff to the men, there’s good little munchkin.
As for Test for the Best, well, C.J. Gates showed some real skill, and proved that he’s ready to play with the big boys. Gates, I said all I have to say to you after the PPV. You impressed me, and I told you that to your face. That doesn’t mean I like you though. I was sorely tempted to fuck you up, just for kicks, but I decided that I’d give you a pass just this once, but only because you earned it. From here on in, I get even the smallest opportunity, I’m hospitalising you, end of fucking story.
Cyrus, you dodged a bullet when Jeff hauled your ass out of the arena. I was going to make you pay dearly for even fucking hinting at the fact that you had me beat, because everyone who knows what they are talking about could see that I was just about to power out of that Sharpshooter, and beat the living snot out of you. But its ok kid, you hang on to the dreams you have. Dreams are good. They’ll serve you well when we meet again, and I put you in a fucking coma. Oops, better not talk about putting people in a coma, because they don’t like that over at the Experts, and I may make them cry. Oh yeah, jolly bad luck with losing your opportunity for the World title old chap, guess that leaves the door open for a real wrestler like me. Casteel, you have something I want, so that makes you public enemy number one. Make no mistake Rico, I WILL earn myself a shot at the title you currently possess, and unlike Cyrus, I will give you a REAL challenge. See you soon kid.
This finally leads me to my opponent at the Super Show, Nova, a guy I know next to nothing about, but you know what, that doesn’t matter!
You see, I’ve been in this situation time, and time again, and I’ve always managed to pull off a win when it mattered the most, and make no doubt about it, this match matters.
Ok, on paper, it’s a nothing match, a filler to make the card more interesting. No one really gives a fuck about the Overdrive vs. Asylum thing, so I’m not even going to go there. The simple fact of the matter is, Nova is just anther stepping stone that’s been put in my path, and to get at Rico Casteel, I have to eliminate Nova. It really is that simple.
Nova, you and I have had one match so far here in APW, and we’ve both won. Some would say that makes this match a coin toss, but the people that might say that are fucking idiots, because there will only be one outcome, and if you think that it’ll be you with your hand raised in victory, then you are a fucking retard, because it’s going to be me that wins, simple as.
Now I now you have a pretty little mouth and you spout some long winded bullshit, but don’t think for one second that you can hang with me boy. You see Nova, when you really delve into your comments, and when you really read between the lines, you find out that you constantly contradict everything you say, and that you make no sense at all. So, is it right or wrong to have pride, because judging by your magic mushroom fuelled rant, I really don’t have a fucking clue. On the one hand, you say it’s a bad thing, and then you say that it’s good to have pride, and then you spout on about how god made us all equal, and then you bang on about how pride caused all kinds of misery and shit . . . for the love of Hurricane Jeff’s third nipple, say something constructive, or please, shut the fuck up!
Ok, some of the stuff you said made a little sense, that being about Johnny Rebel not being ready for a major title shot in any way, shape or form, but as for the rest, well I’m still trying to work it out. You really can’t make your mind up about where you’re going at all can you? Maybe it’s the mask you wear, maybe it gives you a kind of duel identity wherein you haven’t got a clue what’s going on, and that all you see is pink unicorns, fluffy little green rabbits, and fat men in thongs. You talk about the backstage politics involved in this industry as if you have first hand experience. Well kid, let me tell you what really happens during the match creating process shall I? First off, Jeff comes in with a shitload of hash brownies, and he and the rest of the creative team get high as a mother fucker, and just make it up as they go along. Take our match up for example, they haven’t got a fucking clue what to do with either of us, so they just chucked us together so that we have something to do. That’s what marijuana does. It must have seemed like a good idea at the time, to make this match up I mean, but when I phoned Jeff to ask him what hell he was playing at, he simply answered “sorry, hash brownies, munchies”, and that was it.
But you know what sonny, I have to give you props for wanting to fight with honour, and skill, and shit like that. You wanna be the guy that takes a bullet for another man, well that’s good, real good. You see Nova; you kind of will take a bullet this week, because unfortunately for you, you’ve been put in an impossible and unfortunate situation where you have to take a beating for something that isn’t really your fault. Like I’ve already said, this match has no reason to even take place, but que serra serra and all that. I’m sure it’ll be quick and relatively painless for you either way. Oh who am I kidding, it’s gonna hurt, a lot, and I’m gonna enjoy every second of it.
You know what Nova; I’m bored of you now to be honest. No one has seen or heard from you for ages, so I’m going to sit back, and wait until you send your promo DVD in to Jeff last minute, with all your clever little comments and dissection in regard to everything I’ve already said. If you were so honourable, you would have been man enough to address me days ago, but it just goes to show how much of a hypocrite you really are. So, I look forward to your long winded, boring speech about how noble, and skilful and fucking awesome you are, and to what you’ll say about me being past it, having a silly name, and being deluded – just like everyone else says.
See you soon kid.
We will soon have to face the fallout of the Experts Tournament, Test for the Best and the Asylum Super Show. The face of APW has changed already and nothing can be taken for granted anymore. A changing of the guard has taken place, but, don’t get to cocky folks, because there’s one member of the old guard with plenty left to prove.
