I was Born To Die... But I Died to be your saviour Part I

Vazer had a successful return to the ring at IWF Versus WEW when he picked up the victory over World Elite Wrestling's Kevin Kilbourne, he hadn't been in the ring in almost three years so it was a big deal for him to return to the ring with a win but that was only the start of Vazer's problem's his debut at Battle Ground would be against Justin Underwood someone who was undefeated in his IWF career but that didn't really worry Vazer because he didn't really Rate Justin as a wrestling, he was more focused on the match at the Pay Per View where he was planning on cementing his legacy as the crowned King Of Hardcore.
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Vazer was sitting alone in his Los Angeles Home watching matches of his Opponent, Vazer was ready to make an Impact against Justin Underwood no matter the cost he knew his name would once again stand for The Extreme King even if it meant Ending Justin's career earlier than Justin planned, Vazer wasn't in wrestling to make friends, hell he wasn't even in it for the money he was simply here just to prove to the world he is the greatest hardcore wrestler that ever lived and no one was taking that away from him no Justin Underwood nor would Tim Patrick, who was nothing more than a simple fraud towards the hardcore legend title.

Vazer groaned slightly as he slowly turned his head towards the door noticing Nikki standing there watching him, he would smile slightly at her. her and Camilla where the only people keeping him sane recently, wrestling always did send his mind into this sort of warped place where all he thought about was inflicting pain onto others but recently his mind had failed to go to that place and it was all due to them.

Vazer Vialpondo
"How long have you been standing there?"

Nikki smiled slightly at him as he asked her the question, she would slowly walk over and sit down beside him, she grabbed the controller turning off the television as Vazer let out a small sigh

Nikki Banks
"Long enough to know that you need to take a break from watching this stuff, we both know when you over think things it ends up costing you big time in your matches, So stop thinking and JUST DO IT"

Vazer smirked slightly as she said just do it, he leaned over kissing her slightly on the lips as she pulled him backwards on to the sofa, The Pair locked in a passionate Kiss before Nikki quickly pulled his Tshirt up over his head, she pushed him back and kissed his bare chest all the way down to the top of his jeans. Vazer moaned as Nikki quickly slides up and grabbed onto his face kissing him they continued to kiss and gnaw each other until Vazer turned her over as Nikki wrapped her legs around his body.

Nikki Banks
"We best take this to the bedroom encase someone walks in again."

Vazer nodded slightly as she kept her legs wrapped around his waist he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, before laying her down on the bed they both lock lips as they kissed passionatly, Vazer slowly kissed his way down from her lips down to the top of her jeans Vazer looked up at her with a smirk on his face before unbottoning her jeans and slowly pulled them off, he slowly pulled down his own jeans before mounting Nikki again pulling the covers over both of them as he Slowly put his Twelve Inch of Latin meat in her she let out a huge moan, She continued to moan loudly as he continued penetrated her.

-Later On-

A Few Hours Later the pair were laying in bed snuggled into each other, they were both clearly worn out from the session Nikki slowly rubbed Vazer's hand slightly but his mind was on his upcoming match against Justin Underwood, his mind was starting to drift back into that warped sick and twisted way it used to be before a big match, he had everything to gain in this match but even more to lose. If he won he would have momentum on his side heading into isolation but if he lost he would be at the bottom of the IWF Food chain and after everything he accomplished in this business that would be the ultimate disappointment for him.

Nikki slowly lifted her head up to look at his face, She let out a small sigh as she could tell he was distracted right now but she didn't know what do to take his mind off of this match, maybe she did have to just let him get the inner hardcore out of him even if it meant watching him basically destroy his own body all over again, after she spent so much time and energy trying to rebuild the broken shell of a man he was when he retired three years ago.

Nikki Banks
"You know everything you accomplished in wrestling doesn't matter to me and Carmella.... we just want you to be happy."

Vazer nodded slight he knew she was right but then again wrestling was what made him happy despite how much he hated waking up in pain every morning but it was due to how much he loved this business he simply fought through the pain and put on a brave smile for his family, he had nothing left to prove to the wrestling world but why he felt like he did, he had to find the right kind of closuer for his career or he'll never be able to walk away for good, all he wanted to do was watch Carmella grow up and for them to all be one happy family.

Vazer groaned slightly as he began to think about his glory days, he was once on top of the wrestling world he was making the multi million dollars a years now look at him he was becoming some opening contest performer, he wondered where it all went wrong for him but the truth was he already knew what went wrong, He spent the best part of his career high on any kind of drug he could get his hands on plus he used to mix it with drink just to take away the pain, he was one of the few survivors from the group of outlaws from XWE that done the exact same as him.

Over the past few years Vazer had buried Nine of his friends, that was partly why he change his lifestyle that and the fact he had a family now.

~Four Years Ago~
-XWE World Heavyweight Champion-

The scene opens inside the XWE Arena in los Angeles California, Vazer Vialpondo was facing off against the Great Milenko for the World Heavyweight Championship, the odds were stacked against the Mexican Wrestler but that was just how he liked it, he was ready to make a statement tonight by winning the title that rightfully belonged to his tag team partner Sean Mendez who was stripped of the title and fired by owner Chase Owens.

They were already half way through the match at Vazer had been domianted by The Four Hundred Pound Milenko so far, there was seemingly no way back for the the Latin outlaw but the crowd was firmly on his side so maybe that would fire him up and lead him to a unbelieveable come back but it seemed unlikely at this point.

Vazer lay in the corner trying to recover but before he could the mammoth Milenko came charging across at him, hitting the stinger splash almost crushing the Mexican star as Milenko took a step back Vazer collapsed to the Canvas as the crowd booed Milenko Heavily.

Milenko embraced the hate from the Crowd as he dragged Vazer back to his feet, Milenko went to hit his Knock Out Punch but Vazer ducked under and hit a neckbreaker knocking Milenko into the canvas, the crowd went nuts for the Mexican star as he lay on the canas trying to get his breath back, but he couldn't take to long because this was his only chance to capatalize and win the title.

The Crowd erupted as Vazer slowly got to his feet as Vazer regain Composuer he turned his head slightly to see Milenko get to his feet, the mexican icon sighed slightly before grabbing Milenko setting him up for the Gringo Killa the crowd was going Crazy, it felt like if Vazer didn't win they were going to riot tonight.

Vazer let out a huge roar as he hit the finisher, he quickly covered Milenko the crowd chanted along with the referee as his hand hit the canvas ONE... TWO... THREE, the referee jumps up to call for the bell as Vazer lay on the ground, he had tears running down his face as he finally reached the top off the moment, he was in disbelieve that he actually managed to do it, The referee came over and handed him the World title, he just looked at it with tears running down his face he began kissing the title as the ground went nuts, he slowly got up to his feet before walking over asking for a Microphone as he was handed one he walked back to the center of the ring raising the mic towards his lips.

"Yo Latin Nation.... we fucking did it, they doubted us.. they said we would never make it but look at us now... We got this world title around our waist, they said We are only good for mowing their fucking lawns.. that we should be fucking working in some bullshit fast food restraunt.... Look at us now we got a Mexican world champion... that must piss those fucking racist in this world the fuck off.. because Vazer vialpondo defied the odds, Statistics show I should either be dead or in prison... But I scratch clawed and fought my way to the top of this business, and Trust Me I ain't going anywhere... FUCK ANYONE THAT DOUBTS US... LATIN NATION WE DID IT."

Vazer flung the microphone to the ground before dropping to the canvas and rolling out of the ring, he jumped into the crowd to celebrate with his fans as he raised the world championship above his head, the crowd went nuts for him.

TO BE CONTINUED