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| Darkness It
covers Breeze, all except a small intense light in front of him, it shows his
face, and that is it. Everything else is complete darkness Breeze
shakes his head, he is in the HWA arena, he has just spotted Fudge, they lock
eyes, he has not seen him for a very long time Fudge
looked at Breeze for a second Fudge:
I heard you were back Breeze:
Well done Fudge
struggled with the right words to say Breeze
was about to walk into his room Fudge:
Wait Breeze
turned round Fudge:
Good luck Fudge:
At Redemption, I mean, against Jareth Breeze:
You can keep your good luck, you’re gonna
need it, you ain’t walking out of Redemption with that title around your
waist Fudge
went red then restrained himself Fudge:
So, you got any goals in the HWA yet? Breeze:
The tag belts are probably my goal at the moment Fudge:
Yeah, I’ve got the record for keeping those belts Breeze:
I will break that record Breeze’s
eyes open, he is in the same blackness, again a convulsion hits him and he
shakes his head He
is back in the HWA Arena, it is ten minutes later Fudge
is speaking, he seems kind of mad… Fudge:
If I don’t take the World Title then I am
gonna need a partner cuz those Tag Titles are next on my list... Then good
luck to you Breeze:
It may be an honour to be tag champions but
it will be an even greater honour when I beat you Fudge:
I will kick you ass gladly. When I take the Title at Redemption you’re my
FIRST defence and it’s at Epiphany and Breeze Imma make damn sure that match
happens. It may be an honour, if you beat me... and don’t worry recognition
will fly at you but believe me... beating me is anything but easy. Breeze:
No, I believe not. Sett holds the keys to power, not you Fudge:
Is that a match you want, you wanna see
Breeze V Fudge Breeze:
I’m sure we will see that match, if fate has planned it Fudge:
I’m sure I can have that match made for
Epiphany Breeze:
I will have the match on my terms, and I will win the match on my terms Fudge:
Okay Breeze, over the past six months have
you had a problem with me? Breeze
doesn’t answer Fudge:
You will win the match on your terms.... No my friend I will win the match on
your terms... You ain't taking me down Breeze, if I win the World Title then
believe me its not gonna be easy for you to beat me. Believe it or don’t
it’s your choice completely... Breeze:
I don’t want the World Championship Breeze
gets in Fudge’s face Breeze:
I want you Breeze’s
eyes flash open He
feels faint but recovers before stumbling onto one knee, he breathes deeply Again
he convulses, the same shaking, he falls to the ground, he lies on his back
looking up at the darkness, his eyes straying from the light, memories flood
back again… It
is the same day, a little later… Fudge:
How do you know that though? Can you know me
well enough to know that I don’t crave beating you? Breeze:
Because you know you can't Fudge:
I know I can’t beat you.... Breeze I know I cant lose to you. You wanna play
these little psyche out games then let’s play... You can’t beat me and
it’s eating you up... Until you try and fail you wont realize it but you
cant beat me. If you succeed you will be given your props off me that’s for
sure, you’re a great wrestler but simply put... You CANT BEAT Me! It eats
you up knowing that you’ve never been main evented as a singles star and I
have I haven’t been out of that spot light in almost three damn years and
that kills you knowing that even when we were tag champions you rode off my
success imagine for a moment you came to HWA without knowing me and you chose
a DIFFERENT partner do you think you would have been recognized as talent so
fast? Breeze
shrinks back from the memory only for it to set the stage for another Breeze:
Hate is a strong word, and I hope you mean it. When I thought up my motto:
Feel My Hate. I was looking straight into your eyes when I thought of it, my
hatred for you goes way beyond what you can imagine. Fudge:
My imagination goes far beyond what you can comprehend.... Breeze:
You think that your imagination goes that far. Impossible! Fudge:
When you’re Fudge... NOTHING is Impossible!
Breeze:
We shall see, Stephen, we shall see Fudges
face grew red in anger Fudge:
Don’t… Call... Me... That! Breeze
laughs: What's wrong Stephen, do tell? Fudge:
DONT CALL ME THAT! Breeze:
Why not, you can't hide behind Fudge all your life, you are Stephen, to me you
are Stephen and it is not only Fudge that will fall it will be Stephen as
well! It’s not only Stephen who is emotionally fucked up its Fudge
as well Fudge:
Breeze... Names mean nothing... Me kicking
your ass... IS... EVERYTHING This
scene finished, his mind searches further forward Breeze
and Fudge quickly move back to standing positions. Fudge’s lip is cut and
Breeze’s nose is flowing with a steady stream of crimson blood Fudge:
You’re bleeding Breeze:
So are you Fudge
tries to spit his blood over Breeze but Breeze swiftly dodges it Breeze
and Fudge then run into each other with a clothesline hell bent on destroying
each other This
memory ends but Breeze’s mind shrieks out for more, more… This
time his mind travels to the hospital, Breeze is lying in a hospital bed
whilst Fudge hovers over it an evil smirk on his face, he is talking, again
his mood isn’t too pleasant Fudge
steps forward and leans into Breezes face who can’t move enough to hit him Fudge:
You have no Idea how close you are... Breeze
snarls back: Tell me Fudge:
Look into my eyes.... That’s.... How...
Close... Breeze
laughs: That ain’t nearly close enough to worry me Fudge
steps backwards and laughs, looking at the morphine that’s being pumped into
Breeze to ease pain Fudge:
Then they must have you on some heavy shit, man Breeze:
I need this so I can fight at Redemption, you jackass! Sett:
Yeah, he's right, I have it too Fudge:
Why? I
have never had anything to ease my pain and I have been told not to compete
more times than I can count... Tell me Breeze... Who was it that REALLY made
you end up here? Sett:
It was me Fudge!! Fudge:
Sett.. I wasn’t talking to you... Breeze:
You tell me Stephen, who put me here? Fudge:
Call me that again... I dare you... I fucking dare you... Breeze:
Maybe you helped put me here His
mind moves again, swiftly throwing away time and all thought and reason, it
arrives at Breeze’s locker room Breeze:
No, you didn't. You think you did. How can you live with yourself knowing you
did that to the two most important people in your life, you make me sick. I
don't even want to look at you Fudge
jumps onto Breeze who's sat on the couch, he pushes him down and grabs his
throat Fudge:
I saved her Fudge
still has hold of Breeze's throat with his hands Fudge:
Say it! Say I saved her Breeze
looks straight into Fudge's eyes Breeze:
No I can't Fudge:
Why? Hate to think that I am right?! Breeze:
You're wrong, you know you are. I can see it
in your eyes Fudge:
I AINT WRONG!! YOU ARE! I SAVED HER FROM YOU!
I SAVED HER, DAMMIT! Breeze:
No you didn't, you destroyed her Fudge:
(At the top of his Voice) I DIDNT DESTROY
ANYBODY!! You did! I hate you!
I lost her too! Fudge
pushes down harder on Breezes throat Fudge:
ADMIT I SAVED HER! Breeze:
I can't, you're wrong Fudge:
I AINT WRONG! Fudge
continues to strangle Breeze, Breeze doesn't resist but simply closes his eyes
Fudge
presses down harder than ever Fudge:
Die... FUCKING Die!! Sett
walks past and looks in, with one glance he sees what is happening, he runs
into the room and drags Fudge off of him Sett
looks down at Breeze who isn't moving and has red marks on his neck His
mind floats back to the darkness, Breeze’s eyes open, he can’t breathe, he
grabs his neck and realizes it was only a memory, reality quickly subsides,
and he is back again, memories flooding over him, this time in Breeze’s old
room in Fudge’s mansion, Fudge had just walked in on Breeze and his sister Stephen
recovers from the low blow and walks towards Breeze Breeze:
Please No Stephen
walks closer Stephen:
You lied to me Breeze:
Stop Stephen:
You cheated me Breeze:
I won’t fight you Stephen:
You hurt me Breeze:
This is madness Stephen
punches James, he punches Breeze in the face again and again and again and
again. He kicks him and continues to do so, he picks him and throws him
smashing his head through the window. The window lies open Fudge grabs Breeze
and goes to throw him out of the window, but Lauren is there and Fudge stops
knowing if he throws James out of the window then Lauren will go with him.
Lauren:
Stop Stephen, I won’t let you kill your best friend, your brother Stephen
eyes are also filled with tears: Get out the way Lauren Lauren:
No Stephen
lets go of Breeze: Get out Breeze:
Stephe… Stephen:
Get out James:
But Stephen
screams: Get out Lauren:
Please James, leave him Reality strikes, his mind opens back to realism and he finds himself with tears down his face, he wipes them off, a split second before his mind searches for more… Breeze
sighs in happiness. They continue walking down the dark silent streets until
they walk into 4 men. 3 with black masks and one with a gold one. 2 come at
Breeze but get quickly felled. The third one with the gold mask comes at
Breeze and they fight for a while, Breeze noticing his style. The other man
grabs Hayley and James runs at him but the other 2 men are up and the 3 men,
one in a gold mask, the two in black beat Breeze up. Breeze grabs the gold
ones mask but gets a metal pole smashed onto his right elbow, his right elbow
cracking at the impact. He then gets felled again. He tries to crawl up but
gets the metal pole in the back Man
in Gold Mask: Stop, we’ve got what we
wanted lets leave Breeze:
Stephen The
man in the gold masks eyes widen Breeze:
Why? Breeze
starts throwing up, sick to the stomach, but stops as he gets clocked on the
back of the head with the metal pole.
Breeze
wakes up from the memory yet again though he drifts back unable to stop his ID
from bringing up these painful memories. Many
more memories follow, some good, some bad, some unbearable, at the end of it
the final memory takes Breeze back to the only match he has had with Fudge, an
un-official one on one match but one all the same, at the end It
takes him a while but Breeze gets to his feet and as he does Fudge leaps off
the ropes and drives the barbed wire chair full on into Breezes forehead,
taking him down. Fudge again covers, hooking a leg. 1......2.......3! Breeze’s
eyes open again, he is able to stand now with little effort he looks at the
white light next to him, he walks nearer to it, he slowly reaches for it, it
has no weight but he can move it, he holds it in his hand and glares into it,
a picture is being made, it finally shows itself completely, to be the face of
Fudge, Breeze flies back from an immense force… He
falls off the edge of his bed, realizing it was a dream. He rubbed at his
elbow where he had fallen and then climbed back in, it was light and according
to his watch 11.12am. He sighed. Fudge still plagued him, still, now, years
and years on. Breeze almost threw up in Devastation, which was ironic, most
wouldn’t understand why that was ironic, Fudge would The
next few hours were torture, he could only wait for ReBirth and at this time
he had nothing to do, it was the biggest battle of his life, in every sense.
So much lay on this match, it was unbearable to think. It was hard, so very
hard. Nothing was right, nothing good in the world any more. Depression had
finally won over Breeze, he had been given pills, they were anti-depressants,
they didn’t work, they didn’t help. With depression came regret but most
of all resentment. This was what the pills were given to him for, his hate and
anger was irrepressible, it was uncontrollable, it was unmatched and
unmatchable. He felt like the King Of Hate, his whole existence centred around
it. The
question on everyone’s mind was why? Why,why,why,why,why?
Why did he pay off the referee, why did he screw Fudge, he was supposed to be
his friend Pity,
Pity There
was a reason, there had to be, at this moment in time Breeze couldn’t think
why, maybe it was the pills, maybe it was the fact he verged on the edge of
insanity, which although dangerous was beneficial as it inexorably led to the
simple truth that he had no emotion, not on the outside anyway, and not whilst
he wrestled. His mind wasn’t completely stable, his body was though and
during that half hour of release in which he wrestled he was temporarily
freed. Fudge,
what about him. A wrestler, a fighter, a man. His injuries had piled up over
the years, Breeze resented that. Fudge was not at his prime, he wished he was
so that when Breeze did win, his defeat was much sweeter knowing that
Fudge’s best wasn’t good enough, that the self-righteous arrogant bastard
wasn’t as good as everyone believed him to be, that the overrated invalid
could not beat Breeze. That he was not the best, that he was not untouchable.
That when he tried to defeat Breeze the reality of it would sink slowly into
his face and the colour would drain out as he discovered finally, truly that
beating Breeze was what? I hear you ask. Impossible! Fudge
would try, no doubt, but he would fail. Failure and defeat were hard things to
cope with, but they were not uncommon in everyday life. They were however
uncommon for both Breeze and Fudge. At ReBirth II Fudge would feel that
feeling. The feeling you get when you truly know everything you have is not
good enough, when everything is lost, when your stomach turns with anguish,
when there is nothing left, when there is no trace, no substance, no atom, no
whisper, no evidence that there ever was or ever will be, Hope And
without Hope, all is lost. And that is the way it is! |