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You know it's amazing how far some people will go to get some attention. Trust me, I know. I've done some pretty crazy things in the past to get attention drawn to myself and it worked.
But I've never seen anything like...this.
Camisado is just finishing up his normal speech he tends to be giving a lot lately. Something about me reminding him of someone. Some joke named Pain?
It's fine though I mean...I guess I really can't take it too serious. The kids 5 years younger than me and is calling me a kid. But the sad part is...there's a lot more messed up in his brain than that.
You see somehow he believes that he truly is better than I am. He obviously thinks this is all a big joke. He's even gone to the extint of mocking me. The only joke about this whole situation is him.
Camisado is not worth my time. He doesn't deserve to be in the main event and he sure as hell doesn't deserve the World Title. But yet he goes on and on about how he is a better candidate to be champion than I am?
The only thing Camisado has going for him are his little teenage girl fans in the stand. You know the kind his brother likes to talk about? The sixteen year olds you obviously have sex with. Which is another joke coming from either of these two because I doubt they've ever even touched a woman.
I'm glad they both find me as a joke. They aren't the first and they wont be last. But they are next on the list to find out just how funny my punch line is. It's plain...and simple.
'Brandon Davis defeats Camisado.'
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1 Hour Before Boiling Point...
Breathe in...
Breathe out...
Breathe in...
Breathe out...
I opened my eyes slowly to see a few towels on the floor. My gym back, street clothes and the back of the chair which rested right under my chin.
This wasn't my normal locker room, because I knew people would come looking for me. I didn't need to deal with anyone right now, I just needed to focus. This was going to be my biggest match in over a year.
I could remember my last big match like it was yesterday. A Money In The Bank ladder match. It was pHw's biggest event of the year, Wrestlemania. A month ago I had lost my World Title after having three matches in the same night. And this was my chance to get right back on top of my pedestel...
But that never happened.
Because pHw closed about three days before Wrestlemania.
That was quite possibly the worst day in my professional career. To want something so much and then for it all to just dissapear into thin air and you have no control over it. That doesn't sit too well with me.
And that feeling. That want. The need, the desire to once again go back on my throne as World Champion. It's stayed with me the whole time. With every day that passes it...it becomes stronger and stronger. Maybe I'm a little to obsessed with becoming the champion. But let's be honest, if you're not in this buisness to get the gold. Then you shouldn't be in this business.
My time is tonight. I finally am awarded my chance to once again go for the World Heavyweight Title. Only this time, it's a new company. Familar faces, and some new ones. But that makes no difference to me. I don't care if I've known you for five years or five hours. If you get in my way I will take you out no matter who you are.
I got off the blue steel chair and slipped my shirt off over my head, then grabbed my pants and pulled away as the buttons popped apart revealing my wrestling trunks. I dropped the pants by my Nike bag then pressed against the wall and looked towards the ground as I began stretching.
"I got this..."I say softly as I press as hard as I can against the wall. I shift the position of my legs and repeat the routine.
At this moment the door to my room opened and in walked one of my old friends. I didn't turn to say or anything but I knew it was him. He was the only one who knew anyone was in here.
"You ready?" he asks.
I say nothing, just nod.
"Look man, we go way back. And I just want you to know if anything goes down out there I'll be there for you. You know in case this guys brother decides he wants to stick his nose into your business some more..."
"I don't need you to come out there, I'll be fine."
"Oh...alright." He says as he sits down on the steel chair I had gotten off of minutes before.
"I think this is going to be your easiest title match to date, bro." he continues as I step away from the wall.
I grab my boots and slip my feet into them, then begin lacing them up.
"I mean seriously. The guy has faced some of the worst competition here. I mean...he had that one match with you but he didn't really do much to you."
I slam my foot down hard on the ground while pulling strings. To tighten the boot, and also to let out some of my aggression from becoming annoyed.
"I guess you're right though, even is his brother does come out they wont do much. I mean if he gets involved thats a DQ and he loses...you don't really win but still."
"Do you ever stop?" I ask turning to him then scoffing. "I mean seriously. I come in here because I want some peace and quiet and all you've done since you've been here is run your goddamn mouth. I understand you want to help, but your not."
I run my hands over my face and neither of us say anything.
"I'm sorry. I just...this match means a lot to me. I mean this could be it for me? Have you realized that?"
He says nothing.
"Seriously man I mean...what if this guys right? What if I am all talk? What if I can't do it anymore? Maybe this whole past month I've gotten lucky. If I lose this...where do I go? Opening matches? Or to not even having a job?"
I back up against the cool, brick wall. Cross my arms and look towards the floor.
"Have you..." I pause and sniff, my eyes becoming teary. "Have you every just thought to yourself, why we really do this? Why we continue to go on? I mean...there's plenty of reasons to. It's so damn easy. Do you ever just think of giving up?"
Once again he says nothing.
I look up at him, unfold my arms and lean over so I'm almost face to face with him.
"Because I never do." I smile. "Camisado think's he's gotten inside my head...he hasn't. What he has done has gotten inside my heart. Not in the whole...wierd way. He's gotten inside my heart and has made me realize why I do what I do. Because everything else...just doesn't seem right. When I'm in the ring."
I pause again laughing softly.
"When I'm in the ring it just feels right. I feel like I'm doing the right thing. I was born to do this. I was born to be a champion, to be the best. And I'll be damned if I let this little snotty nose kid stop me from doing this tonight. You've been along side me for this ride before. It hasn't always been easy, but you've stuck it out with me. Tonight it's all going to pay off. Things have been wierd these past few weeks but tonight after my victory we're gonna go have a good time. Get a few ladies, have a few drinks and maybe bring a camera along so instead of imagining, Camisado can really know what it's like to be a champion. Because video footage is as close as he's going to get to the real thing."
I finish lacing my boots up.
"You though...you need to go get to your seat. Couldn't get you right in the front row, but you're pretty close. Go...have a good time. And later tonight you'll be able to witness first hand the crowning of a champion."
He grabs his ticket and heads for the door.
"Hey." I yell after him. "Just make sure you split the money with me half way."
"What money?"
"The money you're going to make off all those dumbass' in the crowd thinking Camisado is going to beat me."
He laughs and leaves, and I am once again left to myself. To prepare, to focus on what matters.
Not nSw.
Not Camisado.
Not even...the World Title.
But that bonus check that comes with it.
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Current and first ever nSw World Heavyweight Champion
#1 on Power Five 4x
#2 on Power Five 3x
Superstar of the Week 2x
People will always talk about you, especially when they envy you and the life you live. Let them. You affected their life, they didn't affect yours.
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