"Get a chair, Scott," I told Hammond as we delivered blow after punishing blow to Sam Smith in the middle of the ring. I stood over Smith's limp body as it lay there, then looked over to see Blade holding Austin Reynolds up on the entrance ramp. I flashed Blade a wicked smile and turned back as Hammond got into the ring, chair in hand.
"Wrap it around his leg."
Hammond did as I instructed, and I climbed to the top turnbuckle. I perched myself atop it and stared down at the still-lifeless body of Sam Smith, one of the great Elite X champions and a man revered by the WZCW fanbase.
If I wasn't so hopped up on adrenaline and chasing one of the top spots on the WZCW roster, I'm sure I would have thought twice about inflicting that much pain on another human being. But when you're hellbent on making a name for yourself, nothing -- fans' hatred, family looking down on you for your line of work, even someone's well-being -- will stop you. And I was willing to sacrifice everything for the spotlight.
I took that leap of faith, and what followed was a scream that I didn't think could come from a human being, let alone a man of Sam Smith's stature. I rolled off of him, never bothering to look at the damage I knew I had done; while my eyes would've loved to take in the sight, I knew my stomach wouldn't. My ears told me all I needed to know. As Smith was lifted up and thrown out of the ring with seemingly little effort, I knew his life would change forever. Mine certainly did.
And you know what? If given the opportunity, you can bet your ass I'd do it all over again, and even more, I'd love every second of it.
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I had not planned on doing this so early upon my return, but the circumstances called for it. I stood in the Gorilla position and closed my eyes, waiting for a cue.
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When the music started, I opened my eyes and just stared ahead. Pushing through the curtain, I walked out on stage and down the ramp. There may have been cheers, there may have been boos; I wasn't paying attention. The music took over in my head and the adrenaline flowed through my veins, just like the old days. I got into the ring and looked around. I was back in my comfort zone, a 20-foot-by-20-foot soapbox that propelled me into stardom my first time around. Now, I was going to use it as a stepping stone to get back to where I wanted to be.
I grabbed a microphone from a stagehand and walked back toward the center of the ring.
"Cut my music."
The music died down, and the boos commenced. What surprised me were the small pockets of smarks dispersed throughout the crowd cheering for me. They appreciated me for my work; they remembered me. And now I would repay them by giving them what I knew they paid to see.
Me at my best.
"This week, I'll be getting a chance to do what I came back to do, and that's to be in a position to take my Elite X Title back."
Some cheers followed, probably because of a disdain for Smith, but there were boos, probably because there are those that just don't like me.
"So that's why I can't blame Sam Smith for sticking his nose in my match with Alhazred and causing me to lose; he's the champion and he knows I pose a great risk to him. Of course he'd try to hold me down. He did a fair job at that, and so he should be credited. But in the back of his mind, he knows he can't hold me down forever. In fact, the name 'Mick Overlast' should bring back some very special memories for your Elite X champion...that is, unless he blacked out from being in so much pain and doesn't remember them."
I spun slowly, pointing at the fans as I continued to speak.
"I challenge any of you to go back through the annals of WZCW and find a more horrific beatdown than the one the Sons of Destiny administered to Sam Smith the night of Ascension 44. You losers will probably get right on it since you don't have lives."
I stopped at the sight of a trio of kids with long, dark hair that were wearing Triple X shirts and brought them to the crowd's attention by pointing them out. They looked like absolute slobs, and I bet I made their lives by noticing them since no one else probably does.
"The fact is, you won't. That night, I started on my path to becoming one of the most reviled men in WZCW history. I shattered Sam Smith's leg and forced him out of action for a long time. But while you may all think that an event like that would change someone's life for the worse, it's just the opposite. I saved Sam Smith's career and his life that night."
That last statement was met by a number of confused faces, as if to ask what twisted logic I was using to jump to that conclusion.
"Before that injury, the name 'Sam Smith' was synonymous with the word 'average.' He was nothing special in the ring; he had a run as Elite X champ, but he was never a person you found yourself in awe over. Like his name, he was bland and unimaginative.
"But that night at Ascension 44, I gave him life! I gave him a personality! The upstanding man with the gorgeous fiancee and the nice house with the white picket fence was boring! I changed that! Now he's addicted to pills, he lost his fiancee, and he hates everyone. All I left him with is the unrelenting drive to be the best in this business.
"But because I'm such a good person..."
My train of thought got run off its tracks by the loud booing that followed. I smiled and started again.
"But because I'm such a good person, I didn't stop there. With the help of a friendly UPS man by the name of Justin Cooper, I was able to give Sam the Elite X Title in just one week when I left WZCW because he knows damn well he can't beat me himself."
The smarks laughed, and some applauded, at the obvious jab at Cooper's ridiculously short title reign.
"Sam, while you may cling to Rush and look up to him as the one who helped you become one of the best wrestlers in this company, it should be me whose ass you're kissing because I made you the man you are today. Without me, you would be a nobody.
"And you know something, Sam? We're after the same thing -- we want to run roughshod over this company, and in any other circumstance, I'd probably form some kind of alliance with you and Rush. But you have something that I want, and if I have to go through you to take it, then I have no problem with that.
"There's only room for one sadistic son-of-a-bitch in this company, and that's me. I know that, and what's more, I know you know that. I know deep down inside, Sam, you fear me because I've put you in a crippling amount of pain and would do it again in a heartbeat. I created the monster that you've become, Sam Smith. At Ascension, I take the first step in killing it."