The bell rings and Rush stands tall over Milenko. He shoves Milenko nonchalantly and Milenko retaliates violently, kicking and chopping Rush down to the ground. Rush is on his knees and Milenko surprisingly goes for the Buzz Saw Kick, but Rush ducks out of the way and quickly charges Milenko, hitting a shoulder block to stagger him. He whips him into the corner and nails a big splash. He backs away quickly and Milenko staggers out. Rush charges and decimates him with a big boot. He covers Milenko but only gets two. He pulls Milenko off the ground and lifts him easily up, showing his power.
He drops Milenko down with a Samoan drop and covers him for a two count. He stands up and is calling for the Powerbomb! He crouches in the corner, but suddenly, a racous fan tries to jump the rail. Security quickly forces him back but the ref is distracted. Milenko staggers up and rush knees him in the gut, going for the Rushing Powerbomb, but Milenko low blows him behind the ref’s back! Rush staggers around and Milenko catches him with a bulldog! He covers Rush and the ref comes back to count only two! Rush quickly gets up but he’s dazed. Milenko kicks and chops him into the corner, and somehow forces Rush up to the top rope! He gets up top as well, and Rush stands...Milenko knees him in the gut, butterflys the arms…but Rush is just too big! Rush violently shoves Milenko off the top, turns around, and nails a moonsault! He covers Milenko for 1, 2, 3!
Hours upon hours I have sat, surrounded by the warm glow of the TV watching the first match between Milenko and myself. The first of, assumingly, many victories inside the WZCW ring.
It was a battle that I had to win. Especially, after being unsuccessful in the hard fought challenge that I found in Celeste Crimson. Meltdown 23 was truly the biggest test I have faced to date.
But now I fear that the once cleared path of my destiny will now be blocked by debris and downfall. When Milenko and I clashed in the past, his mind, body and soul was clouded. He was confused and unfocused. More concerned with facing Drake Callahan for the Mayhem Championship. I was overlooked and hungry. Hungry to feed my destiny with a win. Hungry to put me back on the road destiny has kindly paved at my feet. It was easy to single out Milenko’s weakness then.
Milenko’s journey has run parallel against mine. We both had a brother. And with the pairing each respective brother, some of the greatest tag-teams to world has ever seen were formed. And just as both brothers quickly climbed separate ranks, all of our destinies were already played out without anyone being even aware of its existence. Blindly we ran. Faster and faster, reaching the fame that has gone missing in the tag-team division.
And as quickly as it took to travel up, both roads came to an end on top of the wrestling mountain. And rather than pausing to absorb the surroundings together, as a team, one partner was doomed to fall. My destiny was stolen from me from my brother. And in a very similar act, Milenko, it was you who robbed your brother Alex of his.
I crawled away from the wrestling business but I did not myself fade away from it like your brother. I realized that I still was able to hold onto a shred of my destiny, a sliver of my own fate. I followed whatever providence that I had left and I busted my ass to get back to the shape and mental ability that you will see again this week at Meltdown.
Make no mistake about it Milenko, this week, it may be your name that escapes the ring announcers lips as you make your way down the ramp and into the ring. But I will see nothing by the man I used to call brother when I look into your eyes.
Last time his weakness was not being prepared to deal with what I was capable of doing to him. He wasn’t focused on facing me in our match and the outcome of the match proved it.
This week, a transformation has taken place and the unguided Milenko of the past remains only a shadow. The weakness of his that I took advantage of last time has disappeared. He is as focused as he has ever been.
So now I sit.
Leaned in close to the TV.
Confined to this chair.
Looking, no hunting, for a weakness of Milenko’s that I will be able to exploit and use to continue onto my journey to the top.
But now I fear it will not appear.