"Hitting The Wall"

PEOPLE U/M: Lyle // Jacobs, Golden, Challenger
HPW RECORD: 00/00/00
OOC: Hmmm...in my opinion this is the best piece of the thread so far. I intended to write my final rp tomorrow, but I got inspired and started writting this one. Hopefully I can finish the whole thing off with one more though. I'd hate to just leave it open. Even if it doesn't make the deadline, I think I'll still post it. So look forward to that. I think this turned out to be the best match on the card. Definitely the one with the most determination. This is like what...the sixth for my team and Challenger has...well, six for his team as well. While the others have up to two or three. But yeah, this is long enough, so just read the rp, lol

The rain came falling to earth, and showed no signs of stopping. It made a thumping sound, a quick pitter patter, as it hit the dark ground bellow. The beating off earth's drum in what my grandmother used to always say to me. The rain was something to be loved, because nobody could ever tell that you were crying. Of course, I've never experienced this myself, but I suppose I like vicuriously through some people, living through life experiences that I didn't exactly go through myself. I learn more about life and myself that way.

The tiny droplets of water hit my face, and it somewhat washed away my thoughts, all the items that had been clouding my judgement since entering HPW. It was somewhat of a cleansing process and for the first time since Deathcore closed, I could think clearly. It was something had had been yearning for. Although I knew what I was doing, what I was saying, was wrong, I did it anyway. I have become something of a pariah - an outcast, who nobody really talks too, but I suppose it's better that way sometimes.

When you're by yourself, you draw your own conclusions about your suroundings. People you meet, things you see, you can judge them with your own thoughts and without someone else interefereing. Without someone else by your side, you can draw your own conclusions. I suppose that's why I was always alone. I work better alone, if I do say so myself. Although I do have to admit, it gets lonely sometimes. I've gone through a lot of let downs, a lot of backstabs in my life, and since then, I've never gotten close enough to anyone for that to happen again. Not even close enough to call someone my friend.

Random thoughts. It was becoming something of a habit. Just thinking about some random aspect of my life, even though it has nothing to do with the task at hand. The rain brought out the best in me. I don't know why, but I felt some sort of connection to me, that made me tell my most inner secrets.

"For a long while now, I've kept my thougts to myself about the whole issue of statistics and where somebody finds their status today. Being in Deathcore Wrestling, I haven't said a word about anything. I haven't complained about what I thought was wrong, but it appears to be some sort of a no trend nowadays. I mean, Tyler Jacobs is running around saying Michael Challenger cheated to win the Television Championship. Michael Challenger feels the need to express himself, saying the Pit Championship would have been his if DW stayed open for a bit longer. Well, now it's my turn to talk. I believe that I deserve the World Heavyweight Championship. I mean, if Challenger really did deserve the Pit Championship, then that means I would have won the Core Championship."

For some reason, everything always came back to Deathcore Wrestling, and I've never understood why. DW closed about two weeks ago I suppose, but for some reason I just can't let go of it. It's the idea I like of it the most, I believe. The thought of rising that quick, that fast, I was so overwhelmed with joy. Deathcore was my first professional wrestling company, and when you are automatically considered one of the best, even though it's your first company, it tends to go to your head. I'm young, I'm naive, and I began thinking that it will always be this way. I began thinking that Deathcore will always be around. Imagine my surprise when I was released from the hospital, and was told it was gone.

"But it doesn't work like that, does it? No, I don't believe it does. You can't exactly say you would have been champion, if so and so would have happened. You can't just say deserve a title. You can't just say something and then everybody believes you, as if it's true or something. It doesn't work that way Challenger, and you of all people should know that. So you and Golden should know that it means absolutley nothing when you gaurentee a victory against my team at Inaugural Brawl. The only thing it does for you Michael, is makes you a total laughing stock if you happen to lose."

It was the downfall to being a professional wrestler, letting down your fans. You see it a lot when you're in the spotlight. You see it a lot because you are the one doing the humiliating. Every man I defeated back in Deathcore Wrestling was laughed at. They were laughed at because they said they could put me down. They said I was nothing but a kid, who need to go back to the playground. Imagine how stupid they look in the eyes of their peers when they totally flopped against me. It almost makes me feel sorry for them.

"You don't want that now do you Challenger? No, I didn't think so. You strike me as being an intelligent guy, but yet you go around flaunting your mouth as if you're some sort of fortune teller or something. 'Zarek's not going to win. My team works together better' Blah blah blah. I've heard it all before Michael. It gets old after awhile. This should all be old news to you, I mean, you were the Deathcore Television Champion, so you should know about the false 'truths' that people say about you, yet you show no sign of ever holding a championship belt at all. You show no signs of ever being a professional wrestler at all. Don't get me wrong, I've only been in the buisness for a couple monthes, yeah, but even I know the basic rules Challenger. Not everything people say is coming to come true."

Something I've had to learn the hard way. My first match in Deathcore Wrestling was myself versus Shaun Andrews versus Orrin Stranger. I thought for sure I could come out of that match as the victor. Telling everyone what I believed to be true, didn't stop Andrews from dominating. It was I who was played the fool.

"Now, when I first gazed upon the card, I figured this was going to be a hard fought battle, and it still is going to be. Through all of the insults, the false accussasions, and everything, I still look at you as an excellent wrestler. A little bit funny, isn't it? After eveything we've said to each other the past few days, after the obviously brutal match we will participate in a some odd hours, I still look at you as an outstanding man of the sport? Why, you ask? Because I have respect. Respect for the people who know how to play the game, because that is all this really is. A game. Wouldn't you agree? Yeah. I think so. So whoever plays the game the best, is consider one of the best. At the moment, I believe Challenger could possibly be on that list."

Without a doubt, Challenger has definitely shown some sort of ambition and determination to succeed in this matchup, but is that enough? I don't know what Challenger can do, first hand, but I know Jacobs does. Yeah, Jacobs has told me things, but who can trust a man who attempted to take you out, and steal your title all in the same week? Exactly. A man like Tyler Jacobs doesn't exactly spell out trustworthy, so I am forced to make my own conclusions, which is in my opinion, better.

"Note that I said 'could' be on that list, because the truth is, I don't exactly know if he is or not. From what I've seen, then it's definitely a possibility. But then again, the only see I've seen is Michael Challenger go up against the likes of the lower division in DW. What can be said about that? Nothing. Because it's simply not worth mentioning on a resumee. The point is, I have never seen Challenger up against the big boys, and I suppose we'll see a glimpse of that at Inaugural Brawl. I'm not saying I'm considered a 'big boy' but if he defeats me then I would say he has what it takes to atleast compete with them."

One question, who knows that I am talking about? Yeah, I don't know either. I mean, who's to say that I know how to compete with the 'big boys', who to even say that I know who the hell the 'big boys' are? It sure made me sound smart though didn't it? It sure made me sound experienced though, didn't it? Yeah, but everybody pretty much knows that I may be good at what I do, but experience is definitely something I am lacking. Although it may look like I have everything together at times, I obviously don't.

"So I suppose when I look at it, I'm really going to have my hands full at Inaugural Brawl. On one hand I have a tag partner who attempted to take me out, I have a random highflyer who believes he is the newest thing since sliced bread, and I have Michael Challenger, who I can admit, will be the biggest challenge of them all. The wall will definitely be a problem at Inaugural Brawl."

The things I said during the rain, were nothing but the truth. It was wierd, like my worst fear had been realized by my worst enemy. Except this wasn't exactly my worst fear, and Michael Challenger is definitely not my worst enemy. I can't explain the feeling, like I had been exposed. The wall I had around my true feelings had been broken down, and even if I tried to rebuild it, there was no way it would be as strong or as powerful as it had once been.

With everyone knowing the truth, I suppose it isn't that big of a deal. So I actually believe I might have a bit of trouble with this match, so what. We've already heard from Challenger that he thinks somewhat highly of me, so who's to say that I can't feel the same about me. There is still some of that superiority feeling living in me, but I can't help but ask myself, what if? What if he really deserved more than just the Television Championship? I can't go into this match underestimating anyone, or it will surely be my downfall. Another brick to the wall.

I hit the wall like everyone else, I just have to jump.

Gone.