Post by EmbodimentOfFear on Oct 15, 2010 17:27:01 GMT -5
October 13
Many of us crucify ourselves between two thieves. Regret for the past and fear of the future. On Monday night at Battleground I step into the ring with the man I won the World Heavyweight Title from and the man who took it from me. I wonder what Prescott thinks of the future that awaits him. This once proud man struggles with his own insecurities and lingering doubts, and has been forced to live now with the target on his back. He has to defend against two of the most dangerous opponents he will face in his entire career at the same time, while dragging along a partner that tugs on his cape and a manager handicapped by a simple forearm. Does Prescott regret his past? He wasted months upon months lying in a gutter, and he still walks alongside the man that seems to have put him there. Low self-esteem will drive us to do stupid things. He doesn’t even seem to be enjoying his current status, and a champion that is not proud of his title is a champion that does not deserve it. I shed not a single tear when Hastings and Somers lost the Cooperative Championship. It will be no less a shame when Prescott suffers the same fate.
I suspect that Hastings would say that the only reason the World Heavyweight Championship has been held by others is because he has allowed it. He plays his games and pulls at the strings of his puppets, and has led Somers around like a puppy dog for a month, with the fool thinking he has some small measure of power and control. He made Somers dance just as he has made so many others dance for him in the past, just as he continues to make his pet referee continue to dance for him. Or sing, as they case may be.
What Hastings knows is that he has never beaten me. He could not beat me in LWF, when his narrow short-sightedness led him to rebel against me. He could not beat me at In Your Hands with his precious championship on the line. He will not beat me now.
Love is what we were born with. Fear is what we learned here.
Firestar sits in the FSC locker room, reading her Ayn Rand novel, when she feels a familiar presence. She looks up and sees Phrixus standing in the doorway.
“I think it’s time we talked.”
She stares at him for a moment, but nods and closes her book.
“So talk.”
He enters the room and pulls up a chair, sitting backwards on it directly in front of her.
“It’s been…nice. Having you around again.”
“I’m touched.”
“Really nice.”
“Hold on there. I don’t think you and I need to go down this road again.”
“Every man is afraid of something. That’s when you know he is in love with you, when he is afraid of losing you.”
“You’re afraid of losing me?”
He hesitates a moment.
“I don’t want to.”
“And you want to get back together.”
“We were good together.”
“We were young and stupid together. You, me, and Alan have all betrayed each other more times than I can count, and blood is thicker than water. Right now the three of us are together, and things are okay. You want to risk that?”
“Fear of failure must never be a reason not to try something.“
“Don’t mistake me for the director of HR, but are you scared?”
“Of us? No. Loneliness is about the scariest thing out there. But there does need to be a reason why this is different.”
“Different how?”
“Everybody has their break-ups and reunions. Once upon a time it was Hastings and Desmona. Rumor has it Prescott has reunited with his wife. Roberts and reality. Somers and his right hand. There has got to be something different about us.”
“Why does anybody else matter?
“Everything matters. Always has. Always will. Now I’m sitting here just days before I’m supposed to face Hastings and Prescott, and all I can think about is you. I’ve spent years building a reputation as a mastermind, always being in control, a step ahead, having a greater plan, and all I can think about is you.
“So what? You’d like me to leave so that you can formulate your so-called plan?”
Phrixus smiled.
“No. You are the plan.”
October 16
Women.
Many of us crucify ourselves between two thieves. Regret for the past and fear of the future. On Monday night at Battleground I step into the ring with the man I won the World Heavyweight Title from and the man who took it from me. I wonder what Prescott thinks of the future that awaits him. This once proud man struggles with his own insecurities and lingering doubts, and has been forced to live now with the target on his back. He has to defend against two of the most dangerous opponents he will face in his entire career at the same time, while dragging along a partner that tugs on his cape and a manager handicapped by a simple forearm. Does Prescott regret his past? He wasted months upon months lying in a gutter, and he still walks alongside the man that seems to have put him there. Low self-esteem will drive us to do stupid things. He doesn’t even seem to be enjoying his current status, and a champion that is not proud of his title is a champion that does not deserve it. I shed not a single tear when Hastings and Somers lost the Cooperative Championship. It will be no less a shame when Prescott suffers the same fate.
I suspect that Hastings would say that the only reason the World Heavyweight Championship has been held by others is because he has allowed it. He plays his games and pulls at the strings of his puppets, and has led Somers around like a puppy dog for a month, with the fool thinking he has some small measure of power and control. He made Somers dance just as he has made so many others dance for him in the past, just as he continues to make his pet referee continue to dance for him. Or sing, as they case may be.
What Hastings knows is that he has never beaten me. He could not beat me in LWF, when his narrow short-sightedness led him to rebel against me. He could not beat me at In Your Hands with his precious championship on the line. He will not beat me now.
Love is what we were born with. Fear is what we learned here.
- - - - -
Firestar sits in the FSC locker room, reading her Ayn Rand novel, when she feels a familiar presence. She looks up and sees Phrixus standing in the doorway.
“I think it’s time we talked.”
She stares at him for a moment, but nods and closes her book.
“So talk.”
He enters the room and pulls up a chair, sitting backwards on it directly in front of her.
“It’s been…nice. Having you around again.”
“I’m touched.”
“Really nice.”
“Hold on there. I don’t think you and I need to go down this road again.”
“Every man is afraid of something. That’s when you know he is in love with you, when he is afraid of losing you.”
“You’re afraid of losing me?”
He hesitates a moment.
“I don’t want to.”
“And you want to get back together.”
“We were good together.”
“We were young and stupid together. You, me, and Alan have all betrayed each other more times than I can count, and blood is thicker than water. Right now the three of us are together, and things are okay. You want to risk that?”
“Fear of failure must never be a reason not to try something.“
“Don’t mistake me for the director of HR, but are you scared?”
“Of us? No. Loneliness is about the scariest thing out there. But there does need to be a reason why this is different.”
“Different how?”
“Everybody has their break-ups and reunions. Once upon a time it was Hastings and Desmona. Rumor has it Prescott has reunited with his wife. Roberts and reality. Somers and his right hand. There has got to be something different about us.”
“Why does anybody else matter?
“Everything matters. Always has. Always will. Now I’m sitting here just days before I’m supposed to face Hastings and Prescott, and all I can think about is you. I’ve spent years building a reputation as a mastermind, always being in control, a step ahead, having a greater plan, and all I can think about is you.
“So what? You’d like me to leave so that you can formulate your so-called plan?”
Phrixus smiled.
“No. You are the plan.”
- - - - -
October 16
Women.
