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 |  Subject: ■One Foot in Hell, The Rest Will Follow Soon■ Part 1  Sat May 28, 2011 5:54 pm | |
| I come to you all, my friends, enemies, fans and haters, humble in victory. I have no excuses for my performance at Isolation. I feel as though I owe an apology to all of you. I’m sorry that the main event didn’t live up to the standards I had hyped it up to be. I never got into the flow of the match, I found myself defending and countering moves instead of unloading my offensive onslaught.
It was a disgraceful debut performance, and I apologize. I said all week long that I had no intentions of pinning or submitting Corey Casey, yet the first thing I attempted in the match was a power slam pin. I threw my game plan out the window and just kind of faked my way through that fight.
You can only imagine how I feel, having failed to do what I said I would do. I may have gotten the victory, but this fight was about so much more than a win or a loss. I said that if I couldn’t kill Corey Casey in this match, that I would walk away from IWF.
I’ve put a ton of thought into it, and while I would prefer to be a man of my word, I also have to honor my contract. I signed a contract to fight for the IWF, to be a member of the Cataclysm brand. Just because Corey couldn’t kick out of one move, doesn’t mean I should walk away or be discouraged.
All I hit him with was my crucifix power bomb,, it’s all I needed to hit him with. How was I supposed to know he wasn’t going to kick out? Watching the match over and over again like I have, I can’t help but feel as though he didn’t kick out on purpose.
Maybe I’m looking into things too deep, but if you watch the match, he sure does get up pretty fast to be joined by his chosen fools. This guy was the former and first ever IWF Champion. All I did was power bomb him and it was enough to defeat him in the main event of a pay per view. How many purifiers did I kick out of? Two? Sure, I could have just laid there and let the match end, but I wanted to fight, I wanted a war, I wanted my debut to be something that would be remembered for all time.
Either Corey Casey is a punk bitch, who can’t kick out of one move, or he just didn’t want to fight me, and he decided to just play dead.
Either way he’s a spineless coward who didn’t deserve to be in that match with me. Now, I’m not going to take away from what I did. I mean, considering it was my only move in the match, I put as much into that power bomb as I could. I tried to power bomb him straight through the ring! But it’s Corey Casey. I don’t believe he couldn’t kick out of that. I believe he didn’t want to kick out of that.
I may not be as respected as I once was, but I still have the one thing that keeps people respecting me.
Respect through fear.
You may not respect me as a person, but you must respect my abilities. Corey didn’t want to fight me, he proved that all of last week as he hid from me, a he put up a half ass effort. He proved it again in our match.
But you know what, I’ve chosen. Just like Corey Casey has a group called The Chosen, I too have chosen, I too have made a choice. You seen, I’ve chosen to hunt down The Chosen at the Hall of Fame show. I’ve made the choice that this isn’t over, just because I won a match. Just because I beat the puppet master of IWF.
I may not have killed Corey Casey at Isolation like I should have, but I do have one last chance this week, before the roster is split into two. I’ve made a choice, I’ve even chosen a partner to help me crush The Chosen. I’ve chosen a sledgehammer.
So now the choice is in the hands of The Chosen. Are you going to come after me, so I can smash you or am I going to have to go after you, so I can smash you? Knowing the members of the chosen like I do, I’m going to guess that I’ll be playing the role of hunter this week.
I’ve chosen, that The Chosen, will play the role of hunted.
…■Isolated■…
…■Sunday, May 22nd 2011■…
…■Los Angeles, California■…
Following his match, and the attack after the match, Nick leaves the ringside area, walking up the ramp. He slaps hands with some of the remaining fans on his way to the top of the stage. He gives one last look at the arena over his shoulder, then he steps backstage.
…■Hours Earlier■…
The last time I had seen her was my birthday. I can remember last year, when she told me over and over again that it would be the best birthday I ever had. That she was going to do whatever it took to make sure I didn’t have another miserable birthday. But with a streak lasting my entire life, every single birthday, she didn’t stand a chance.
I was preparing for my match against Corey Casey. I had spent a majority of the day in my locker room, separated from the rest of the roster for good reason. Since arriving in IWF, I had gotten the love and admiration of the fans like I once had, but the roster was split. A lot of the guys I the back hated me, especially since I leapfrogged all of them and was debuting in the main event of the pay per view.
In only a week I had more attention on me than everyone in the IWF. But was that my fault? All I did was join IWF in search of the competition I was desperately needing. In pursuit of setting right what Corey had set wrong. To clear my name of the blasphemous remarks made about me, by people who just wanted me buried. How was I supposed to know I would skyrocket to the top?
Then again, I am Nick Fucking Ridicule.
So I spent my night in my locker room, just waiting, preparing for my match. I knew exactly what I was going to do, had a good vision in my head on how the match would play out, and I felt better than I had felt in a long time going into the match.
It was just before the match though that everything changed. I left my locker room on my way to the elevator under the stage for my entrance. I didn’t want any distractions, so I had Tommy and Brenton keep themselves occupied for the night as I stayed alone. I walked down the halls of the backstage area and it was there that I saw her.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
Ashley…
She was standing with Chad Mason, his arm draped around her, over her shoulders. He was standing talking to a black guy, as Ashley looked down at the ground. I could tell by the look on her face that she was bored, but then she suddenly busted into laughter. For some reason I wasn’t walking anymore. Instead I was just standing there, hidden behind a wall, peering around to catch a glimpse of her.
I leaned back against the wall, hiding out of sight as Chad looked over. I was sure he didn’t see me, but it was close. I reached into my fight shorts, pulling out my bandana. I folded it in half, then placed it around my face. I walked past, looking to my right at the three of them. Chad and Ashley were both looking in my direction. I locked eyes with Ashley first, then looked at Chad briefly before looking at Ashley again. The tension, even with a large area separating us, could have been cut with a knife.. Just like my throat..
Ashley first gave me a surprised glance, but upon second look, she hugged Chad close to her and shot me a dirty look. We definitely didn’t end things on the best of terms. In fact, I went to incredible lengths to break her heart the way she had broken mine. I was successful, but now that I had changed back into myself, I couldn’t help but feel bad.
It felt like the longest three seconds of my entire life walking past them. Finally I disappeared behind the other wall and stopped walking. I looked back, but then kept going, making it to the elevator for my match.
…■Real Time■…
Nick makes it backstage, walking down the steps to the gorilla position. He grabs a water off the table and starts to walk down the hall. His arms hang low and as does his head.
Brenton Cyrus
For a man who just won his debut, you sure do look defeated.
Nick only glances at Brenton, before walking past him.
Brenton Cyrus
Nick, you alright?
…■Nick Ridicule■…
No, I’m not alright.
Brenton catches up to him.
Brenton Cyrus
What happened out there? Ring rust?
…■Nick Ridicule■…
Nah, not ring rust. More like heart rust. I just couldn’t get into it. It felt like I didn’t belong out there.
Brenton Cyrus
What happened to the plan? Everything we had discussed leading into this thing.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
Abandoned. None of that mattered once I was out there.
Brenton stares at Nick, looking into his eyes. Nick tries to look away, but it’s too late.
Brenton Cyrus
So you saw Ashley?
Nick tries to speed walk away but Brenton hurries and steps in front of him.
Brenton Cyrus
It’s over Nick, I thought you were over it as well.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
I don’t think I’ll ever be over it. She was my one. Just because she changed, and I changed, doesn’t change that.
Nick looks at Brenton, giving him a cold, hard stare.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
You wanna know when everything changed, Brenton?
Nick reaches out to grab Brenton, but before he can, Tommy Cornell comes running up.
Tommy Cornell
We have to get out of here! We have to get out of here! We have to get out of here!
Nick retracts his hand, but he doesn’t stop staring at Brenton. Brenton tries to ignore the look of Ridicule, he looks at Tommy.
Brenton Cyrus
What’s going on?
Tommy Cornell
Alright… I may or may not have pissed off the IWF Champion by sticking my face in his wife’s cleavage…
Nick looks away from Brenton at Tommy. Tommy looks at Nick, then at Brenton, then he shrugs.
Tommy Cornell
Ok, mostly may, but can you blame me?!? I’ve wanted to motorboat those beauties for almost a year now! WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE! She went and told Brandon! What a bitch! She couldn’t have just slapped me like the rest of them do when I do that?
Tommy runs at the sound of Brandon calling him out down the hall. He sprints and some might say, moves like chain lightning down the hall to the nearest exit.
Brenton Cyrus
We’ll finish this conversation later.
Brenton winks with a cocky smirk on his face, giving Nick one last look before he casually walks off in the same direction as Tommy. Nick stares off and watches him leave, then he turns and holds his arm out as Brandon runs into it.
Brandon Macdonald
YOU BETTER RUN!
Nick smiles as he looks at Brandon, up close and personal.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
Longtime no see.
Brandon Macdonald
Whose fault is that?
…■Nick Ridicule■…
I would say the both of ours, but if it makes you feel better I’ll say it’s my fault.
Brandon looks down the hall, watching as Brenton steps through the exit, pushing past both doors.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
Don’t even waste your time, they have a limo waiting for them.
Brandon and Nick share a brief stare down.
Brandon Macdonald
I have to go, sorry about what happened to your UFC contract.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
Yeah, so am I.
Nick had been cut from the promotion in February, when he refused to resign his contract. He was stripped of the UFC Light Heavyweight Championship and even had his UFC wins taken from him.
Brandon Macdonald
See you around.
Brandon turns around and walks away. Nick looks to his right, in the direction BC went, then he looks to the left and watches Brandon leave. Nick shakes his head and turns around, only to come face to face with her.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
Ashley… Hi.
She slaps him across the face as hard as she can, making his head turn to the side. Nick doesn’t move at first, taking in the blow. He slowly brings his hand up and touches his face.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
Oh how I’ve missed your touch…
He states with sarcasm filling his tone before he turns his back on her and walks away.
Ashley Matthews
You’re an asshole!
Nick smiles a fake smile, then he turns around and looks at her.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
Please, tell me something I don’t know. I was trained by two of the greatest assholes this industry has ever known, remember? Brenton and your dad. Let alone the fact that my father is Johnny Stylez, the man who made being an asshole famous. I never stood a chance.
He looks at her for one last second, then turns his back on her again and walks away.
Ashley Matthews
I hate you!
Nick stops again. He tries his best not to let her words get to him, but they somehow do. They cut through him, going straight to his heart, leaving him frozen in his spot.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
Fine line between love and hate. Sometimes I believe they’re one in the same. I’ve been both loved and hated. Your dad has been both loved and hated. BC both loved and hated. What’s the difference between the two? They’re just opposite ends of the same coin.
Nick turns around and looks at Ashley. She stares at him, her eyes watered up, a look of rage on her face.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
I just want you to know how sorry I am. But I’m sure you always knew that. I’m a sorry son of a bitch Ashley. A bastard in every sense of the word. You always deserved much better than me, now you’ve got it. If it’ll make you feel any better, I’ll never talk to you again. I’ll never interfere with your life. It can be like we never even met, if that’s what you really want. But I still love you, I will always love you. I wouldn’t know love if it wasn’t for you.
Nick stares into her eyes, as she stares back into his. Nick goes to take a step forward, but stops as he looks over her shoulder.
“WOO WOO WOO!”
Nick closes his eyes and brings his foot back. He opens his eyes again as Chad Mason approaches, putting his arm around Ashley.
Chad Mason
Nick Ridicule in IWF!
Nick stares at Chad, a look of disgust on his face. It was last year Nick trained Chad during the Rookie 2 Legend television program, leading him to victory and a NLWF contract. Chad looks at Ashley, then at Nick.
Chad Mason
Oh.. Were the two of you having a serious conversation?
Chad looks at his arm around Ashley, then he looks at Nick who seems like he’s only a second away from ripping his head off.
Chad Mason
Awkward…
An awkward silence fills the room, making Chad fidgety.
Chad Mason
It’s good to see you Nick… You look good bro.. Like, not that kind of good, but you look well.. I wasn’t checking you out or anything, I’m just saying you look like you’re in wrestling shape.. Fuck.. I think…
Ashley covers Chad’s mouth with her hand, preventing things from getting anymore awkward. Nick doesn’t bother saying anything, he turns his back and walks away.
Chad Mason
Good seeing you too, Nick…
Nick walks to his locker room, leaving M & M. He opens the door of his locker room and is surprised at who he sees.
“I heard you were back in town..”
Nick stares at her, but quickly turns around as he hears Ashley call out to him.
Ashley Matthews
Nick!
Nick looks into his locker room, then slams the door. He turns around as he sees Ashley hurrying up to him.
Ashley Matthews
Listen… do you want to talk about things later?
Nick gulps.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
What about Chad?
Ashley Matthews
He wont be there, it’ll be just the two of us.
Nick smirks.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
Not what I meant, but of course. I would love nothing more than to spend some time with you. Especially after the night I had.
Ashley Matthews
Yeah… You didn’t seem like you out there.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
I also haven’t fought in a few months. Plus seeing you with Mason before my match got into my head..
Ashley Matthews
I’ll call you later, as soon as Chad is asleep.
She backs away, then she waves and turns to leave. Nick watches her leave, a smile on his face. Nick turns around and quickly opens his locker room door to see a familiar face.
Katrina Costick
Well that was rude!
Nick steps into his locker room, looking at Kat who smiles at him, radiating happiness.
Katrina Costick
We don’t see each other in half a year and that’s how you greet me? By slamming your door?
…■Nick Ridicule■…
You should get far away from me after the shit you pulled!
Katrina Costick
Oh come on Nicky, I only put you in a position to tell the truth! Don’t get all mad at me because I sort of helped lead you into your demise.
She smiles showing her pearly whites.
…■Nick Ridicule■…
Get out!
Nick points at the door.
Katrina Costick
Fine, but I have something I need to tell you.
She stands up and walks over to him. She steps up on her tip toes, getting close to his ear.
Katrina Costick
No one will ever love you like I do.
She takes a small nibble of his ear, then plants a kiss on his cheek, leaving a lipstick lip print. She drops down from her tip toes, standing in front of him, looking up.
Katrina Costick
Nighty night Nicky, if you’re in the mood, while you’re in town, you should stop by the Kat Box. I would love to get a dance with the newest undefeated wrestler in IWF.
She touches his hands, then walks past him, exiting the locker room. Nick smiles, and walks over to the chair she was sitting in. He sits down and looks at the tape around his fists. He shakes his head, disappointed as he starts to think about the fight against Corey. Why couldn’t he perform like he used to? Why couldn’t he recapture Ridicule?
…■Nick Ridicule■…
Fuck!
Nick punches the ground in front of him with a hard right. He reaches over to his bag and pulls out a pair of scissors. He cuts the tape from his wrist down to his middle finger, then uses his other hand to peel it off. He shakes out his hand, then clenches it a few times, looking at his knuckles, examining his hand. He takes the scissors and makes the same cut to his other hand, peeling the tape off. He clenches his fist looking at it, examining it.
He places his bare hands together in front of him, in prayer form, then he rests his face on it. He closes his eyes and sits for awhile. Time passes and as he finishes his post fight ritual, finishing his prayer. He stands up and walks over to the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. He looks discouraged, but smiles as he turns his head, noticing the lipstick kiss.
…■To Be Concluded■…
…■Death-Angel■…
Legend.
It’s a word that is often overused. But in the case of Death-Angel, it’s the only word appropriate. The man is a legend, without a shadow of doubt. If you hadn’t seen him with your own two eyes, you wouldn’t believe this man existed. If you heard tales, stories, legends of this mans journey in the wrestling industry, you wouldn’t believe for a single second he was real.
Truly a legend. Whether it was his ability to die over and over again, only for the lights to shut off when you least expected or his ability to play mind games with anyone, you couldn’t help but watch in awe as this almost ten foot tall monster went to work.
His ability to piss in the face of the Grim Reaper is amazing, yet not surprising at all. I can imagine that skeleton in a robe trying to convince the mythical creature that is Death-Angel that it was his time to die. Only for Death-Angel to no sell the touch of death, then play fetch with his bones.
Death-Angel does whatever he wants to do. Whether it makes sense to you or it doesn’t, as long as it’s something he wants to do, it will be done.
I’ve unfortunately been one of the victims of Death-Angel’s games. I can without a doubt say he’s the scariest person to ever stand across the ring from me. I fear no man. But that’s the thing about Death-Angel, he’s no man. He is a god amongst men. Able to connect to god in such a way that he becomes god.
But the thing about Death-Angel that was the most terrifying of all, was the fact he there was two of him. You had Death-Angel, the unpredictable, semi friendly, ultra talented giant. Then you had the Syco-Angel. The calculated killing machine who wouldn’t and couldn’t be stopped by anything, until he got whatever it was he was after.
In my case, he just wanted to test me. He didn’t want to win matches against me. He didn’t want championship gold. He didn’t want anything else, but to test Nick Ridicule. To push me past my limits, past the point of no return, to show me that I was capable of being in that ring with him.
I respect no man, the way I respect Death-Angel.
He is an inspiration to me. He showed me what I was capable of, what anyone of us is capable of, if we can just unleash that side of ourselves. He pushed me to do things that I would have never believed myself to be capable of. I never once believed I could power bomb 800 pounds!
He made you believe in him, but not just that, he made you believe in yourself.
When you thought he would destroy, he would be destroyed. When you thought he would be destroyed, he destroyed. He kept you on the edge of your seat. You never knew what was going to happen when Death-Angel was involved in anything.
Thank you Death-Angel. Truly. Thank you. You made NLWF a special place. All the people who I mentioned last week, made NLWF a special place. Thank you for the memories. Thank you for the awesome wars. Thank you for always pushing me to be my very best. For pushing me like no one else could.
You’re one of the greatest to ever do this.
Death Fucking Angel
The Legend will truly live forever
In the Hall of Fame
Congratulations
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