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If
Anything in Life is Certain, If History has taught us anything it is that
anyone can be killed
I
ask you this; can you apply the theory to wrestling? Can anyone be beaten? In
all the history of wrestling there has never been a wrestler that could not be
defeated. Tristan Wolfe had on a number of occasions. Yet he was still a force
beyond most others and wrestling was his element. An element James ‘The
White Tiger; The Dreadnaught’ Breeze also shared success in. A
Clash: A collision of two monumental forces. These forces unwilling and
unbending. Unfortunate, Unforgiving. Undoubtedly a spectacle for the ages Why
concentrate on Tristan Wolfe, Chase Dominek is also in this match Chase
Dominek? Well,
He isn’t even a factor in this I
shall tell you a story…
The
chances are you won’t be able to stay awake until the end. Boredom or
indifference will take over you. Yet I’ll tell you a story holding in me
some hope that I’ll see you at the end of it
I
shall tell you a story…
If
the information prior to this has been made available to those reading now
then you will know that James ‘Dreadnaught’ Breeze trained from an early
age in a Canadian wrestling school. You would also know of the hatred he bore
for an opponent who was undefeatable in his eyes. An opposition Breeze fell
second to at every hurdle. This boy was French, perfect in every way to his
peers and trainers. He was flawless, arrogant. Someone who loved to be loved
and also loved to be hated. Just to receive the amount of thought it took to
hate or love someone appealing to him.
This
story will challenge the very myth called Love and the question we have all
heard. “Is
it better to have loved and lost than every to have Loved at all?” Whether
you’re a cynic or a believer the question is truly an intriguing one. To
some degree this story will help in the quest to find the answer to this
mystic riddle The
wrestling school set deep in the Canadian mountains was far from civilization.
Although two years younger than everyone else James Breeze and Corey Farmer
were both at the age of sexual maturity. Breeze 16, Corey 15. The best thing
that could possibly have happened to them happened. They moved. From the grand
center in Taloybak,
Boothin Peninsula, Canada to a new one. An even better complex, on the
outskirts of Toronto. Toronto was a huge city. They could now be educated in
public schools instead of privately. They could meet new friends outside the
dozen so within the center. It was a happy time for everybody. An exciting
time for any young man. The Canadian schools were good. In Toronto the system
was successful and intelligent people came out of their schools. Hatred
was a word used lightly in everyday tongue. Yet there were those who meant it.
When James Breeze said he hated Corey Farmer he meant it. He really meant it.
He didn’t dislike him to the point of hatred for no reason. Or not
through jealousy or spite of his success and favouritism. He hated him because
of a girl. It happens all the time, friends, family torn apart through love or
infatuation. One or the other, it leads to fights and arguments and blood.
This was no different and although a commonplace tale it still remains a big
factor in James Breeze’s life and the biggest factor in the relationship he
holds with Corey Farmer. The
girls name was Leanne. She was bright, funny and beautiful as you would expect
in these kind of stories. This was true though. There was no fiction involved.
Things had been going well in Toronto. Everyone had settled in and lived in
different flats in the same building. It was cost free so no-one had to work,
school till 4 and then training till 8. What they did from there was up to
them. Even Saturdays where there was no school they trained. He was grateful
it had made him into the epitome of physical perfection he represented today.
They went to the same school together. Corey was in Breeze’s year even
though he was not his age. Primarily because he was intelligent enough to do
so. That instantly made him as popular as they come. People loved his accent,
his charm and his humor. It was revolting. Breeze had to sit back and watch
him win at everything. His eyes were naturally green, if they were not though
he knew they would be by now anyway The
first step in this saga was at a party. They were common amongst the teenagers
at the time as they continue to be to this day. Breeze had the eye for just
one girl. Leanne Roberts, she appeared real for a change. Unlike the ditzy
blondes around him at the time. She was herself and loved she was. Almost
everyone had had a go at cracking her but she never let anyone close. She knew
he liked her, she knew everyone did. Everyone but Corey, Breeze had asked him
what was wrong with her. He had said she was plain, he had laughed. Plus,
Corey had a girlfriend and about ten lined up after that one. Breeze had been
advanced upon but by nobody special, nobody with a face worth remembering or
that he was able to. Yet
there was one with a vague chance to be with Breeze. He approached her with
confidence and the conversation progressed into something. Just as he thought
he had pulled for the night Corey had rushed into the conversation. Breeze had
no chance now. Corey was partially drunk and had no business being there yet
he would taunt Breeze even more now by taking what he had thought he had. A
few words from him had strayed her into his arms and he left soon after.
Breeze was in no position to do anything so he sat down, with a scowl. Voice:
Why such a scowl? Breeze
turned round angrily His
face expression fading into one of mild surprise Breeze:
Leanne Leanne:
James Breeze:
So… hey Leanne
laughed Breeze:
What’s up Leanne:
Nothing, can I sit down? Breeze:
Sure The
Dreadnaught moved over the couch Leanne:
I saw what happened with Corey Breeze:
Look if you’re here to ask me to get you in with Corey don’t waste your
breath Leanne:
I’m not Breeze:
Then what do you want? Leanne:
Just to talk, why are you being such an ass with me? Breeze:
I’m sorry; I’ve just had a bad night Breeze
finished pouring the alcohol from the plastic cup down his throat Leanne:
You know Amanda really likes you Breeze
shrugs Leanne:
She’s pretty Breeze:
So are most here, she’s just not the girl for me Leanne:
Who is? Breeze
shrugged Leanne:
So… An
awkward silence ensued Breeze
hesitated, kissing her could lead to what he’d been dreaming of for the last
4 months. It could also lead to humiliation and even a slap. Yet why was she
sat there? She must have had the same intentions Breeze had. He got up to
leave Leanne:
Where are you going? Breeze:
I’m going to dance with Amanda Leanne:
Oh A
vague hint of disappointment stood out in her voice Breeze:
I’m only kidding, I’m just going to get another beer That
had confirmed his suspicions to a certain degree He
necked the bottled beer straight away before walking back, his heart in his
throat He
sat down beside her and after an almost unbearable silence he moved in Her
initial reaction was one of surprise but she didn’t resist Their
lips pressed together, her eyes closed This
was the start of something special His feelings for her was
what he held onto each week as his jealous rage slowly faded away to a normal
view on Farmer. He no longer was the unlucky one. Corey could have any girl he
wanted yet he could not have what Breeze had. Corey was incapable of loving
anyone else but himself. It was beyond him. His whole love stemmed towards
himself and no one else. Breeze for the first time in years held the advantage
and all the worries faded. Nothing would be the same while she was with him.
She was the energy in his blood. She was the be all and end all of his
existence. Love
is real? Love is false? Whatever it is, people feel something. It’s not all
about sex. Maybe its infatuation, maybe it’s getting used to that person.
Maybe they interest or intrigue you. Maybe they are unique. Maybe you just
don’t want change. Maybe your need to love is why you love, maybe its not
but at the end of it all you get attached. Whatever it was she understood him.
That was maybe why he held her in such high regard. She knew him, they had
shared everything. She had principles and morals. She was talented and kind
and caring. She was everything a woman should be. Was
it too good to be true? The answer we all know, of course it is. And maybe
we’re happy when we read this because no one deserves happiness if we cant
have it. Would this last? Love forever. The answer was No. It would not.
Someone would break, they had to. Happiness was not what lay in James
Breeze’s initial future The
sunlight shone onto the face of James Breeze. He closed his eyes quickly. And
turned over, groaning. They had been dating for months and it had gotten so
serious that Breeze and Leanne had moved in together. Alexander had not agreed
to let Breeze move out of the complex and into the city but Breeze was adamant
he would leave the center and not come back. It was hard now though, he had to
work all the time to support them. And both being students as well as Breeze
having to train four hours a night really exhausted him. Today was Saturday
and he would have to get up to train and then go to work at the Mexican
restaurant around the corner from the apartment. Leanne:
Come on James, you need to get up for work Breeze:
I don’t have the energy Leanne:
Well you just need to James Breeze
rolled over and got up Leanne:
Thanks Leanne
was already dressed Breeze:
It won’t always be like this you know Leanne:
I know Breeze:
I’ll be a professional wrestling soon and then we’ll be rich Breeze
picked Leanne up and spun her around before kissing her passionately Breeze:
I love you, you know Leanne:
I know, I love you to Breeze
laughed Breeze:
Good Leanne:
Now get dressed and go make us enough money to eat Breeze
did as she asked. He was happy now; money was nothing if someone really
thought about it. Just being with her made him rich enough. He rushed down the
stairs in his work uniform; Leanne would work most of the night so he would
probably be asleep by the time she got in. He didn’t mind too much. He was
almost running as he got to the bottom. He opened the doors and in front of
him on the sidewalk was Corey Farmer’s black jaguar. He had been left lots
of money by his mother and Alexander did not hesitate to let him use it when
he wanted. So, Corey dressed completely in a black Armani suit with shades on
walked through the streets of Toronto like he owned the place. As arrogant as
they come and equally as irritating. Breeze was surprised to see him Breeze:
Hello Corey:
Hello Breeze:
What are you doing here? Corey:
I’m here to help Leanne Breeze:
With what? Corey:
Her social studies Breeze:
What? You don’t even do social studies Corey:
She obviously thinks me good enough to help her Breeze:
Stop lying, what are you really doing here? Corey:
I told you, I’ve brought some food for you Breeze:
We don’t need charity Corey
looked Breeze up and down and laughed Corey:
I think you do, where are you going in that ridiculous outfit, to scrub
toilets? Breeze:
I don’t have time for this Breeze
rushed past him to work This
had made him worry. Leanne knew how much Breeze disliked Corey. How she was
the only thing that kept Breeze breathing from falling under defeat to Corey
Farmer. Now she had asked him to help her with s subject Corey didn’t even
take. Leanne was the only girl that did not fall under Corey’ spell. If that
changed then devastation would only cover half of his feeling. Desperation
clung to him as nausea swept through his body. A
long hard day of work and training left Breeze shattered as he walked slowly
up the stairs to his apartment. He opened the door to find it empty as
expected, yet the empty pizza boxes and Chinese cartons were not. He stalked
into his bedroom; he lay back but moved over after something stabbed into his
back. He turned round to see what was hurting his back. It was Corey’s
shades. Breeze through them against the wall in a moment of anger. He got
undressed, took a shower and had some sleep. Later
than night he felt cold feet touch him. He turned round and put his arms
around Leanne. She moved away from him. He sighed The
morning came as it always did, he woke up. Today was the only day he had rest.
Sunday was the Sabbath day and he was grateful for it. Leanne
was already it, James slept late on Sundays. The smell was delicious Breeze:
Breakfast? Leanne:
Yeah Breeze:
Great Leanne:
I hope so A
few minutes later a plate with everything on came in. Waffles, bacon, sausage,
egg, pancakes and more Breeze:
I saw Corey yesterday Leanne:
At training? Breeze:
Outside here Leanne:
It must have been just before he came here Breeze:
That’s what I want to speak to you about Leanne:
Go on Breeze:
Why was he here? Leanne:
He was helping me out with my social studies Breeze:
I get that but there’s one problem Leanne:
What’s that? Breeze:
He doesn’t even do social studies at school Leanne:
Okay Breeze:
So? Leanne:
Don’t you trust me? Breeze:
Of course Leanne:
Then why ask at all? Breeze:
Because I was curious Leanne:
I’m doing a project on cultural differences; he was born in France and lived
there till he was a teenager Breeze:
So did I, I didn’t move here until that age Leanne:
James, your working or training and when your not your resting. You don’t
have time to do it Breeze:
I do it for you Leanne:
I’m not questioning your motives; it’s not your fault. Corey was free and
available, that’s all Breeze:
Okay. I found his sunglasses on the bed by the way Leanne:
So? Breeze:
Just telling you, I sat on them and they broke Leanne:
James! Breeze:
Sorry Leanne:
It’s not me you should be apologizing to, unless he wants you to pay for
them. And knowing Corey if he does then your next five wage packages will be
going to him Breeze:
It was an accident Leanne:
You cannot afford to make accidents now, not when it concerns our money Breeze:
So what did you and Corey talk about whilst you were here? Leanne:
Social Studies obviously. What is this, the third degree? Breeze:
No Leanne:
Well, it sounds like it Breeze:
I just don’t want you seeing him Leanne:
What? Breeze:
He’s bad news Leanne Leanne:
Since when did you become judge and jury? Breeze:
I… Leanne:
You know what I can’t even stay here with you when you’re like this.
What’s next, telling me when and where I can go? I don’t think so James;
I’m my own person Breeze:
Wait Leanne:
Enjoy your breakfast Breeze:
Wai… The
door slammed shut Breeze
punched the wall in frustration Once
seeds of doubt are planted they are hard to get rid of, an obsessive jealousy
ate away at the mind until it took control over you. The White Tiger knew
this, yet his love for Leanne was so strong that he could not see sense when
it came to her. She understood him where others failed. He would not fall to
defeat; he would not let her go He
waited anxiously, tapping his foot on the floor. It was 2am, Leanne was still
not home Time
passed Eventually
he heard a knock on the door. His breath stopped, his pupils dilated. It could
have been the police, she could be dead He
opened the door The
Young Angel stood in front of him, Leanne lay in his arms. She was laughing Breeze:
What the f… Corey:
I found her being sick, Gemma was with her Gemma
was Corey’s current girlfriend, if you could call her that Breeze
took Leanne from Corey’s arms Breeze:
Why was she being sick? Breeze
lay her on the bed Corey:
Can you not smell it? Breeze:
She hardly drinks Corey:
Well she did tonight Breeze:
Thank you for bringing her home Corey:
It’s what any gentleman would do Corey
turned to leave Corey:
I think I may have left my glasses here Breeze:
I’m so sorry Corey:
For what? Breeze:
I accidentally sat on them Corey:
You what! Breeze:
I’ve said it once Corey:
Okay Breeze:
Is that it? Corey:
Well, yes. What do you want me to say? Breeze:
Nothing Corey:
Look, I can buy another pair. It’s nothing to me. Those glasses would cost
you what you pay for food for a month Breeze:
Well, thanks Corey:
I’m not doing it for you, bye Breeze:
What? Corey
was already gone, leaving Breeze confused and tired. He had school tomorrow
and it looked like he would be getting five hours sleep maximum. Corey had
left him a message that would fester on his mind as the jealous rage already
there. Probably his intention, James ‘The White Tiger’ Breeze could do
nothing about it. Jealousy was more powerful than any mind; it was a part of
human nature. The situation looked worse. The living situation of both
partners had made them snappy and short tempered with each other. There was no
time for intimacy, only for work and it had not been easy on either of the
young adults. Who now found themselves having to grow up quicker than they
would like. This was the time to have fun, commitment at that age was rare and
everything piled together was affecting their relation unsurprisingly. Breeze
lay next to his girlfriend and pulled the cover over them both. Grasping the
rest he needed with both hands The
next morning he left her to sleep, she would have a hangover and would not be
in any state fit to go to school He
returned later that night after school, training and a few hours work. Leanne
sat in her pajamas at a table her eyes focused on a script on the table she
sat at. Breeze
walked over to her and kissed her cheek Leanne:
Your back Breeze:
You noticed Leanne:
Why didn’t you wake me up this morning? Breeze:
What? Leanne:
You heard me Breeze:
Because you were sick Leanne:
You should have woken me; I had an assignment to hand in. When I woke up it
was past the deadline Breeze:
I’m sorry I o… Leanne:
So you should be Breeze:
Why? Why should I be sorry? You were the one who went out and spent our money
on drink. That got drunk and started throwing up in the middle of some street.
Are you stupid? I did what I thought was right, if you want to blame anyone
for this then blame yourself Leanne:
Will you listen to yourself, you sound like my Dad Breeze
laughed and walked into the bedroom Leanne
followed him Leanne:
What’s so funny? Breeze:
It’s just a coincidence Corey Farmer was the one to bring you back Leanne:
Oh God not this again, it’s the same argument over and over again. You want
their to be something between us, you cant stand to think that he’s not
actually better than you at something, that he can take me if he wants. Well
he can’t. It’s you I want, not him. This is the last time I tell you Breeze:
And if I bring it up again Leanne:
What? Breeze:
And if I ask you about it again? Leanne:
Don’t do this Breeze:
Do what? I’m curious Leanne:
Look I’m going to study, because I have to. I’m sorry about last night, it
won’t happen again. Everything just got on top of me. I suggest you get some
sleep Leanne
walked over and kissed his cheek Leanne:
Goodnight The
Dreadnaught suddenly felt horrible. He wanted to say sorry but stubbornness
prevented him from doing so. Months
passed, time passed. As it always did, he and Leanne had drifted slowly apart
after that. Nothing really continued because James did not apologize or accept
responsibility and neither did his opposite. This prompted a division. Further
more Leanne had needed to use Corey even more in her coursework and
investigations. This did not bode well with the White Tiger, as they had
become closer and closer over the months of doing it. Leanne’s passion for
France and Corey’s passion for his home life giving them something common to
love together. Something strong and hard to break. Graduation
passed, Breeze neared the end of his training to become the perfect wrestler.
Now just needing in ring experience and backstage politics knowledge.
Everything was on the up. Yet it wasn’t. The argument of all arguments of
the relationship Breeze had lived for years in ensued around this period of
time and it would change their lives forever Leanne:
You believe rumors over my word! Breeze:
I didn’t say that Leanne:
You didn’t have to James Breeze:
Well the evidence is there, isn’t it! Leanne:
Where? We’re good friends, so what? Breeze:
A girl can’t be a good friend to Corey Farmer Leanne:
You mean a girl can’t be a good friend to you Breeze:
No, it’s him Leanne:
This time it’s not his fault. It’s yours, it’s your fault. Your own
insecurity and jealousy Breeze
grabbed his bag Leanne:
You’re really going? Breeze:
I told you I need a few days to clear my head Leanne:
No, don’t. This may seem like the right thing to do but its not. It’s the
worst possible thing you can do Breeze:
I’ll be back in a few days Leanne:
What makes you think I’ll be here Breeze:
I know you will Breeze
shut the door on his way out He
drove his excuse for a car, more like a shed on wheels to a friends a few
hours away. The next day he cleared his head. Realizing it was all jealousy.
Nothing else and so he traveled back that very night, back to his apartment
and to Leanne. He walked up the creaking stairs and opened the door. It was
unlocked. He opened the door and walked into the bedroom after seeing Leanne
was nowhere else. The sight before him only lived in his nightmares, the
reality of it was much worse. Lying in his bed was Corey Farmer, asleep. The
sheets were pulled to his upper chest, where on it lay the head of Leanne. He
gazed on her face. In shock and devastation. Her eyes opened, maybe it was
coincidence or maybe because she could feel his eyes burning into her. Staying
another second longer would have been unbearable. He left, he could hear
Leanne shouting his name as he walked down the stairs of the building. He
shoved past a homeless man and into the rain. It was pouring heavily. He
walked, tears running down his face. He could only half see from it in front
of him. He walked and walked, ignoring all around him. He focused ahead and on
nothing else. He felt something on his shoulder after a while. He turned round
it was Corey Farmer Running
about three hundred meters down the road from him was Leanne Corey
Farmer: I am sorry Breeze:
Save it, you could never let what I said go could you Corey:
No, its not that. I never meant it to happen. I really didn’t. I just did… Breeze:
Do you want me to forgive you? Corey:
Yes, I do Breeze:
Then leave me alone Corey:
Bu… Breeze:
Please Corey
turned around and started to walk the other way He
continued to walk across the bridge. A sound came from behind him. He turned
round; a car had spun out of control and was heading for Corey Farmer. It went
all so fast. Farmer had sprinted out of its way but it had clipped his side
knocking him over the railing. He hung on with one arm Leanne
had caught up with him and started to scream hysterically Leanne:
Help him James! For God’s sake help him! Breeze
considered it but was compelled to do the right thing. He ran over to the
railing, which had been bent out of place and threw his arm down to Corey. Who
looked in pain trying to hang on after the knock he took. Breeze grabbed him
and looked dead into his eyes. He was torn on which to do, he could let him go
or help him up, and he could get away with the foremost. The screaming behind
him made no odds. He made his decision and pulled Farmer to safety. All the
time Farmer’s expression had never changed, fear not even touching him on
what could be his hour of death. An
ambulance had arrived minutes later. Leanne had stayed a distance back in
shock and in darkness. She did not leave with the ambulance instead stayed Breeze
looked at her over the rubble of the crash site and walked away Behind
him he could hear her following, he turned to her Breeze:
It’s over Leanne:
It can’t be Breeze:
It is, my training is over there’s nothing to keep me here. I am leaving now Leanne:
There’s me Breeze:
Not any more Leanne:
Don’t leave, not over this. We can fix things, I was alone, I wanted
somebody. That’s it. I’m sorry I was just alone Tears
were running down her face now and words were coming out with difficulty Breeze:
I won’t stay, you’ve broken my heart. Damn you and damn your betrayal.
Blame yourself Breeze
turned Leanne:
If you leave I’ll throw myself of this bridge; I cannot live without you Breeze:
You’re going to have to Leanne:
I will James, I’m not bluffing Breeze
carried on, using everything he could to resist the temptation of turning
around Leanne:
James, No… He
continued walking Leanne:
I love you Breeze
did not stop, he turned around a few minutes later. She was gone He
did not know what happened to her, he fell to the ground wailing like a
wounded animal awaiting death Did
she die, did she throw herself from the bridge? Who knows, James Breeze is the
one who has to live with the decision he made. And it chokes him every day.
When asked ‘Is it better to have loved and lost than every to have loved at
all?’ He simply laughs. Unable to face such a question and the values it
implies Breeze
awoke, it was the year 2004 This
weekend he would face Tristan Wolfe, and Chase Dominek to decide the number
one contender for the HWA World Title Tristan
Wolfe was a hard opponent, no doubt. Irish, tough, resilient, a natural born
fighter. Chase Dominek was a good wrestler on his day but he never took
opportunities. Never. He would instead throw them away. Ungratefully. He would
not win, he was indifferent. At the moment so was Breeze he thought of Leanne
as the situation of Hayley and Corey opened channels in his mind he had closed
off. The last he saw of both they had kissed in his garden, close enough to
his bed he almost choked. It could have been a repeat of history. It might
have been Breeze
walked downstairs, dressed and clean-shaven with a splitting headache. Hayley
sat at the breakfast table. A tear running down her eye Breeze
walked into the room Hayley:
I know you know Breeze
nodded: Why are you crying? Hayley
ran to Breeze and hugged him Hayley:
I’m sorry Breeze:
It’s ok. Where is Corey? Hayley:
He left Breeze:
He what? Hayley:
He said he’ll be back soon enough Breeze:
Why has he left? Hayley:
He has to he said. He said, history may have repeated itself and he wasn’t
prepared to let that happen. He said he’ll be back when you’re ready Breeze
nodded Hayley:
What does he mean? Breeze:
Nothing Hayley
sighed: Okay Hayley
hugged him Hayley:
James? Breeze:
What? Hayley:
I’ve missed you Breeze
laughed: I have you… I have you… Breeze
sighed, content as he had been in a long time He
had belief. This week would be no easy task, no easy road to be traveled on.
Chase Dominek was ruthless and underneath the exterior of the charming
Irishman lay an iron will and a gross talent to be the best. Breeze could only
hope to match Tristan Wolfe. They were similar, they were different. He would
trust in God, if he was to win he would win, if he was to lose then lose he
shall. In the end it all made sense. Bloodlines against Bloodlines, hope
against hope. 2 people, one goal. Unmatchable, Unmatched. Undeniably here, to
wait. The path lay before him… In God we trust… [IN
GOD WE TRUST] |