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The
strong smell of coffee filled Breeze’s sense of smell. He did not dislike
coffee or its smell but when he did smell it, it usually signalled to him that
morning was upon him and perhaps even more significantly that he had to awake
for the day. He did not like to wake up. Sleep was a shield and a place of
rest and content. The conscious world was none of that. It did not defend you,
rather attacked you and as for rest, there was none. Content? Out of the
question. There was always something that could go wrong, no matter who you
were
This
morning was special, the night before he had gotten completely drunk. In a
state so bad that he had to be carried home by his friends who were all
probably in nearly the same state, although Breeze tried he could not quite
remember. He
opened his eyes then snapped them shut instantaneously. The curtains were
drawn shut apart from right down the middle were a thin light shone through,
directly onto the face of The White Tiger He
opened his eyes a few times to adjust them to the light. He looked up and saw
his butler Albert standing over him with a cup of coffee Breeze
gripped the coffee from him Breeze:
Black? Albert:
It seems that way doesn’t it? Breeze:
You know I hate coffee without milk Albert:
Yes, I do but it will help you recover Breeze:
I can do that in time Albert:
You have no time Breeze:
Why is that? Albert:
You have an interview at the HWA soon Breeze
groans Breeze:
Are you sure? Albert:
Quite positive Breeze’s
expression was one of distortion Breeze:
When? Albert:
In 2 hours Breeze
groaned FADE
OUT
Breeze
shook his head and continued to walk down the stairs. He had almost fell
halfway down and despite showering and putting on fresh clothes he still felt
awful and the ringing in his head would not stop. His long blonde hair would
be braided in a few days as was customary when it came to Pay Per Views. He
would have to refrain from drinking alcohol until after the Pay Per View, to
fail to do so would result in a poor performance. And quite possibly a no show
from James Breeze, an unpopular prospect for all par Brooklyn. Breeze
continued to walk down the stairs and eventually reached the bottom, he
continued to the dining room and sat down opposite Hayley. The last time he
had seen her she had made a mockery of him and he was not impressed in the
slightest. He avoided her after that. It was hard for him to do but he did it
regardless. He was curious to the effect it would have on her. She had
resisted him up to now and that must have been hard for her. Even with her
tons of friends and family she had not the brother she had relied on for years
and she was vulnerable. She was strong willed but surely she could not stay
long at him for much longer. He made an effort to speak to her, out of
courtesy and hope. Breeze:
Hey Hayley
ignored him This
had happened almost hundreds of times before, their arguments hardly ceased
once started and it was almost like he had acted out this scene before. Breeze:
What’s up? Hayley:
Nothing, I am glad you had fun last night Breeze:
Thanks Hayley:
You almost threw up all over me Breeze:
I can’t remember Hayley:
Anyway, what is it you want, haven’t you got to go see that slag Kristin
Thomas? Breeze:
I have an interview at HWA Hayley:
Sure Breeze:
I could ask to have another interviewer if you wanted Hayley:
Why would I care who you see? Breeze
was stuck for words, to say the obvious answer would be fatal and only be
retaliated with venom Breeze
sighed Breeze:
Will you ever stop being selfish? Hayley:
Why, is that what I’m being now? Breeze:
Yes Hayley:
Then, the answer is No Breeze:
Please Hayley Hayley:
Don’t start, if you don’t leave the room I will Breeze:
What? Hayley
stood up and walked from the room Breeze:
Why are you being like this? Hayley
stopped walking but did not turn round Hayley:
You know why Breeze:
I am not going to stop wrestling Hayley:
Then in future do not bother me Breeze
put his head in his hands Hayley
walked over to him and touched his head Breeze
looked up hopefully Her
hand rested upon his cheek Hayley
in a light tone: James? Breeze:
Yes? Hayley:
Do me a favour? Breeze:
Anything Hayley
laughed at the irony, the only thing she had asked of him he refused Hayley:
At the Pay Per View Last Man Standing, get your ass kicked She
moved her hand away from his face fast and harshly, scoring his cheek with her
nails and opening up a thin line on his face. He started to bleed His
temper had almost reached its limit but not quite. He controlled himself and
sighed, she left the room. Slamming the door on her way out FADE
OUT
The
room was one of decent size. It was built for one purpose, interviews. Sound
proof walls and comfortable seating were both key things and both established
in this place. The main attraction in that room was Kristin Thomas. She looked
stunning and Breeze felt that maybe she had made the extra effort for him. It
was arrogant to think so but possibly true. Although both disliked each other
personally at the moment, Kristin had never been shy in her attraction to
James Breeze. And she knew if she were to start a relationship her career
would prosper immensely. That was her real goal; her lust was power. She was a
scary woman, a woman with determination and drive. She was a real woman. Neither
spoke two words before the camera started to roll although Breeze felt awkward
and was inclined to believe that his interviewer was feeling the same way. Kristin
Thomas: James Breeze Breeze:
Yes? Kristin
Thomas: It’s quite possible that you will win this Last Man Standing against
Brooklyn but it is not a certainty. Are you confident? Breeze:
Every week you ask me if I am, the answer is the same as always. Yes I am.
Brooklyn is no different from Dan Sawyer. In ability he is almost the same. He
is another opponent. Average like most. He is not special therefore will not
take a special amount of effort to beat. I am confident in myself and in the
known fact that Brooklyn’s ability does not match mine. His last few
appearances in the HWA have been to interfere in matches to help out Scott
Sanders. If he were in any way good as a competitor he would have fought his
own matches and more importantly won them. And won them fairly. Kristin
Thomas: You have a point; I have heard that your personal life is not going
too well. You have been seen almost paralytic at various night clubs and the
word is that the owner of HWA has himself been in touch to speak to you about
it and the image your presenting of the HWA. Will this affect your
performance? Breeze’s
face flinched Breeze:
I have not been at various nightclubs, I may have been seen out a little drunk
but that is all. As for my personal life it is fine. My performance has never
been influenced by personal issues. If I had any personal troubles it still
would not matter, I however do not. Breeze
was shocked Kristin had the gall to ask him that question and she knew it was
courageous Kristin:
It seems that you are back to your winning ways is there a key to your
success? Breeze:
No, I win because I am good. If you win you win because you are good, if you
lose. You lose because you are not good enough. It is usually that simple and
in the past few cases it has been Kristin:
Who are you tipping to win this week’s Last Man Standing? Breeze:
It is hard to choose. Syren would be the most obvious choice. I like her
technique and style a lot. Ryan Maxem is a great wrestler when he wants to be.
Dylan Wolfe is a great new talent and Draven Masters is a new breed. It would
be hard to bet against the Champion but I would think Draven Masters would
win, the only way he will be stopped is if Ryan Maxem wrestles the way he used
to. I think Syren is going to be beaten to the post and Wolfe isn’t quite in
the league of the big boys yet. Kristin:
Are you disappointed you are not involved? Yes,
I am disappointed but I’ll live. I wanted to be in it but I was not quite
ready to be involved so I had to delay my return. It’s a huge tournament
with a great prize so it is a shame for me Kristin:
Do you think if you were you would win the Last Man Standing Tournament? I
truly do not know. It would be extremely hard for me to win but if I tried
hard enough I see no reason why not. They are all hard opponents, fitting but
I may have got the edge, I may not have. It would be what happened on the
night and even I cannot predict the future Kristin:
It has been suggested that you will be having a World title shot in the next
few months, is this true? Breeze:
I do not know, it is up to the senior management. I have requested one
considering I hardly competed in the Blue Thunder and Draven Masters match due
to me being thrown of the cage. I truly hope so but I do not know Kristin:
Any wise words for Brooklyn? Breeze:
Brooklyn, I know you think you have a chance but I would like to inform you it
is one very slim. Do not trust to hope as it will most likely not happen. Like
a child waiting for a false promise is your predicament in this match.
You’ll hope until the end but realization will hit as will devastation. I am
sorry to be the deliverer of your downfall but at least your getting beat by
someone of my
caliber. Good
luck in your match Brooklyn. I do not need it to win, you require it to win. I
am coming. I am ready to pounce The
interview ended FADE OUT
Breeze
thought about the upcoming match at Last Man Standing. The title of the Pay
Per View had some significance. The last man standing was about glory. Wholly
and completely about glory. To be the last man standing was an achievement. It
happened in Westerns. The man who was shot was to fall and the winner would
hold his ground. It was all about holding your ground. To hold your ground and
to fall the opponent was to better them. And to better them gave a feeling of
such delight that people would walk on fire to try and prosper for it.
This
was a Pay Per View, people would pay their hard earned money to see a show and
each wrestler knew they were expected to deliver. They gave all that they had.
Blood, sweat, tears. It was all poured into their performance. Their desire,
hope, pain, hate and life-spring was displayed in front of the millions. To
lose face was not an option. To lose grace, honour and respect was not an
option. Yet in the second of their defeat when everything had floated by their
own tears, that was all there was staring them full in the face. It was not
justified by any means. Breeze would try and avoid that at all costs. He would
win because of desperation, he would win because to lose was unthinkable and
unbearable and being defeated was not what fate has planned for him. In
life, the strong survived. The weak faltered, stumbled, crawled and eventually
withered into non existence and lay a distant memory in the minds of few.
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