One Step Closer

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One Step Closer
July 31st 2011
Rock Bottom
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[His eyes slowly opened for the first time in days.]

[His back ached... his head throbbed.]

[Wiping the corners of his eyes, he began to cringe as the sunlight graced his pupils in a staggering fashion.]

[He laid, curled on the floor where his couch once sat. The dirty carpet outlining his body like a crime scene. Fumbling for his bottle of whiskey... he gently sat himself prone, hissing at his cracking back with each "pop."]

[With one eye slightly opened, he grabs his bottle... finishing off more of what had haunted him only two nights prior.]

[The buzzing of his phone is non stop.]

[86 emails...]

[61 missed calls...]

[18 voicemails...]

[On the television set behind him... a moment frozen in time of him standing tall inside a NLWF ring. His Ring The memories flooded his broken mind, he invested everything he had to get that company off the ground and in return he was ass fucked by Nick and Brenton. It started this downward spiral]

- Carmine Vestieri -
"I had it all."

[He mumbles, taking another swig of whiskey.]

[Slowly making it to his feet... he stumbles, laughing aloud as he does so. He lays his phone on the kitchen countertop, listening to his messages aloud.]

- Message One -
"Carmine, it's your mother... call me, son."

[Next]

- Message Two -
"Carmine, it's me again... we are all so worried about you. Please... call me soon... we miss you."

[Next]

- Message Three -
"You you faggot ass! You and Corey Casey, huh? Nice!"

[Next]

- Message Four -
"So you come back to the States... and clean up Corey Casey's mess?!? Some things never change!"

[Next]

- Message Five -
"I had so much fun last night, baby. Muah!"

[Next]

- Message Five -
"Mr. Vestieri. This is Sam Collingsworth of Community Trust Bank. We are sorry to call at such an hour, but as of today, you no longer own your home."

[Next]

- Message Six -
"You and Corey... reallllly?"

[Next]

- Message Seven -
"Carmine Vestieri vs. Tim Patrick! Whooooo..."

[He snatches the phone from the counter and begins to slam it repeatedly... and two more times for good measure.]

- Carmine Vestieri -
"Corey, Corey, Corey!"

[He screams, With one final heave, he shatters the rest of the phone against his living room wall. The same living room that he made love to his wife in for the last time. The ashes from their wood burning fire still lay neatly.]

[Never touched.]

[Looking around the bare home... he could remember how the lights seemed to dance from the Christmas tree, as the toy train would circle it. Or how there was always a mouthwatering aroma coming from the kitchen.]

[His dogs barking...]

[His wife singing...]

[He could still hear the laughter... the members of his family tearing through their presents.]

[Now... this place was nothing but a place he uses to rest his head. To stay warm. To eat. And now... it's no longer even his.]

[There wouldn't be much to pack. All he needed was what he was wearing... maybe a tube of toothpaste to rid himself of the whiskey stench lingering on his breath.]

[His trembling hands reached for the door handle to the bathroom.]

[With the flip of the switch ... his world would slowly change.]

[It's sad... better yet... it's pitiful... when a man can't even recognize his own reflection looking back at him.]

[His fists clinched...]

[His teeth grinded...]

[He searched through the medicine cabinet, until he finally grasped what he was desperately looking for. With one hand tugging at his face... the other snipped and slashed away at his overgrown beard. A small fit of rage in his drunken state.]

[He could no longer stand to look at himself.]

- Carmine Vesiteri -
"Finished ... Alcoholic ... Useless ..."

[He muttered to himself with each swipe.]

[It was finally time for change ... HIS change.]

- Carmine Vestieri -
"And I'll be damned if I let you take this away from me..."

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Dan, how the hell you ever became a world champion is a total mind fuck to me. You got no talent, when I look at you all I see is a whinny little bitch. There sits a fine line between people like myself and a bitch ass shit stain like yourself. There is a boundary that you will never make it over; a great wall keeping the wannabe's from the main draw's. What in the hell would ever make you think you could top my swagger? Have you not watched me these past weeks? I've only been here for three weeks and I've already the talk of town!

Let me guess Dano, you gonna sit on that victory last week, Injured yet still pick up a decent win. Congrats but I bet my left nut homeboy was piss drunk when he lost to you last week. And if you think for a fucking second because of a handicap victory that your gonna destroy me? Brodie that's like saying a kitten could take a lion.

Go fuck yourself, you ain't the big cat.

Nah bro, there's a difference now. You have been hacking up that mid card, dropping matches to everyone I've walked over. You sit there and tell yourself you can beat me, when I can smell the urine already spreading over your pants.

Ah shit, bitch is scared.

You outta be, this in untouchable. Check out this flow, and teach yourself the basics again. Your game's been slacking, and it's only an opening for me. By the time Battle Grounds is over, I will have pinned you for the win, and all that shit slipping from between those cocksuckers on your face, will be as meaningless as your career.

Fuck outta here, deadbeat.

God damn, I never knew making a come-back was this easy. I'm surprised I hadn't jump back in the ring sooner. I can taste it already. I can feel every muscle tightening up, knowing I'm about to smack the shit outta a handicap bitch. There has never been a more deserving time than this.

There is a reason why I came back, and there is a reason why I'll be surviving against you Dano. Check it out, read the bible, and put it all together. My destiny was written a long time ago. I'm getting back on the throne, and ruling all that is mine.

Heh, good luck cunt, this is your retirement.

Someone call up Corey Casey, this bitch just got murked duh fack out

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Deep In Thought
June 12th 2011
Do I still have it?
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[From what he could remember… he had always been force fed lies.]

[Spoonful after spoonful…]

[Bite … after endless bite.]

[He left searching for change. Perhaps the unknown what was intrigued him so. Life, then, it seemed was a merry-go-round. The endless travel, only to end where he began.]

[Japan was an endless pit that he had searched through … hoping to find his new meaning.]

[ANY meaning.]

[His talents would carry him, and more often then he would care to admit, they were beginning to let him fall. Admittingly so, they were failing him.]

[Documented drug use.]

[Stints in rehab centers.]

[His knack for recreating himself.]

[Ends … to countless means.]

[All he wanted … all he needed … was to a HOME]

[He had given up on trying to search for a cure long ago. He finally embraced himself in such a way that would curl the eyebrow of the world.]

[Shrugging his shoulders, he would walk any path that was set before him.]

[Without hesitation, he would leave his loved ones behind.]

[Forced to pick up the pieces of his traveling mind. Night, after endless night, he would find himself searching in his altered rage.]

[Now … a shadow of his formal self … he is barely recognizable to the children who put him on their wall. The teenagers who sided with him. The adults who’s interest he had brought back.]

[Now, just a man with no apparent direction, a man without a path, he finds himself more confused then he had ever been. More addicted then he ever though he was. More willing to change … then he ever thought he could.]

[He is buried alive.]

[The walking zombie living off of a name that he tries desperately to hold on to.]

[His past lingers… as he dies a little more by the second hand.[

[One more hit … One more drink … One more night without a wink.]

[He needs this.]

[He wants this.]

[He tastes this.]

[He can remember that taste of victory, as far away as it may seem to be.]

[Though a champion in the ring, he is anything but that outside of it. His excuses act as the cold dirt that is smeared over his name.]

[He cradles a folded picture within his fist. Huddled around the incubation crib of his lost son. A tearful, yet smiling Liz, along with the emotionless face of his own.]

[For the first time since he can remember, he sobs.]

[He can still smell her golden locks.]

[The way his day old skin felt against his bare chest.]

[That single moment that was their greatest.]

[Her grave now lies next to his, and he cannot forgive himself for never letting her know his love for them both. For always walking HIS path. For always having it HIS way. For always being… HIM]

[For a moment … perhaps he is sorry. Perhaps … he doesn’t know the true meaning. But perhaps … in his willingness to change … he is willing to at least understand it.]

[Broken.]

[Now that is a word that he comprehends all to well.]

[He throws himself to the ground, pleading for it to ease. He promises that he is capable of change. Sadly, the only ones that used to believe in him are either dead … or have given up on him completely.]

[And who could really blame them.]

[He’s put knives in the back of all who held trust in him. Who held his interest in regard. Who … loved him for what either “God”… or lack there of … made him.]

[Because now, more then ever, his flaws are exposed.]

[All he wants … is to come HOME]

[And my God …]

- Carmine Vestieri -
“I feel sorry for you all.”