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Confidence
and Hope
The wind swept over the long lush grass, there
was nothing better than a cool breeze onto the face and a clear fresh breath
in the morning. Breeze's absence from the XWF was without notice and a little
surprising, no-one had noticed and he had liked it like that. He was never a
big fan of attention unless for success and he usually got that attention. His
mind of late had not been completely focused on the game at hand but now it
was.
A refreshing break from a minor injury had seen him become completely focused
on the thing that had been and was his life. There was never a better feeling
than the feeling of victory and this Tuesday he felt confident that elusive
feeling, that feeling that he was addicted to. The blood would rush, the pain
would come, the fear would come and go, then at the end of it there was an
ecstasy of enjoyment and a belief for a single second that everything in the
world was good because at that very moment, it was
The Machine was a worthy opponent but he was exactly the same as many others.
His ambition was average, his skill was mediocre yet his ego was almost
unbearable. He had displayed what many others had, that he could beat a
rookie, the fact his name was ‘Greg’ didn’t make it any more impressive,
probably least if you thought about it.
Breeze pondered The Machine’s promotion. He had never tapped out of any
submission hold, not once. He had passed out a few times. He failed to see how
this new wrestler would break the cycle.
He wondered even more at how someone on their debut could come back and
believe that they would teach the ‘rookies’ a lesson. Maybe he had
hadn’t heard but James Breeze was not a rookie, far from it, he had been
wrestling for the longest time. It irritated Breeze, this superego had at one
point been amusing but now it had gone to extremely annoying, Breeze had been
as relaxed as a bubble bath at one point and then one minute later had been
trying to eat his hand before he drove it through a wall. This was before and
after he had heard the random bullshit coming out of the mouth of the Machine.
The calm relaxation that had once held him fell over his mind again, he had
thought of revenge and its deep, sweet taste. He would have it, badmouthing
was alright if you were Macca or Zero but for some new wrestler to come into
the XWF and to badmouth one its followers was disrespectful especially when
all he had to back it up was a sloppy wrestling match with someone called
‘Greg’.
The Machine had been rumoured to have been lifting weights, Breeze openly
gasped, it was soo surprising. Breeze decided to stop thinking about this and
so he opened his eyes to the full light of day and got up, he was in one of
the huge greens at the back of the mansion. He had brought out some breakfast
and sat admiring the sky and the clouds in all their glory.
A thousand things were happening all at once but he did not notice them, he
noticed only the sky, blue and bright with the sun, the source, the power
letting her rays shine down on his face. He felt privileged, sometimes people
took things for granted, he knew he did. He got off the grass and slowly
walked back to the mansion, he had a promotion to do. He had no choice, he
didn’t like to do promo’s everyone did promo’s they sounded the same it
was like a broken record with a different artist but always the same track.
He would do it though, for the money and because he had no other choice. He
had looked forward to a relaxing day until he had a phone call from Hawk to
tell him about it. He wasn’t happy but things don’t always go your way.
And Breeze had known that, he was realistic at least. The Machine had not been
he had presumed too much and he would pay for his errors, there was no space
for mistakes and he had already made one, he had assumed something which was
not true and for this a defeat on his debut would ensue.
Breeze quickly got changed into some appropriate clothing and travelled to the
XWF Arena where this Tuesday Night Terror would take place. He got out of his
Ferrari 360 Modena and paced through the halls quickly making sure he was not
late for the interview with Amanda Hands.
He got there in the nick of time which he felt grateful for considering the
traffic he had encountered on his journey there. He sat down and skipped the
normal courtesies, today was a day he did not want to waste on an interview.
Amanda Hands and her cameraman prepared as
Breeze drank some water. He was sitting on a black leather chair with a
picture of himself on a board behind him, it looked pretty impressive.
Amanda: Hello James Breeze,
you have been absent for a little while and this TNT you will be going up
against the Machine, a new comer but one that is very confident
Breeze: True, Amanda. Confidence is a strong
thing but its mainly a niave thing to have. To know your opponent and to
believe with every fibre in your body that you can beat him will give you a
start off of confidence. But you will never really be 100% confident against
an opponent and be true to yourself at the same time, if you are then you are
stupid, ignorant and severely disadvantaged when the fight comes. I already
have the upper hand in this match, I will go in there with a clear strong mind
and a belief in myself and my ability, I know anything can happen, I just hope
it goes my.
Amanda: You are the clear
favourite going into this match, will that affect you in any way?
Breeze: No, upsets happen all the time, this
may very well be one. The odds are against Machine, his confidence is high,
his skill is average, his knowledge is little, his chances are slim. As
someone looking outside, for something who is neutral I believe this match
will be decided by ability and if you add up the pros and cons for each
wrestler I will statistically be much more likely to win. This match will take
place and there will be a winner, I don’t know who will win but I care who
will win and through my desire I shall give what is needed to make this match
good. I will hopefully win, hope is my greatest strength, confidence is his
greatest weakness and through those facts I should come out the victorious and
the glory should be flowing through me. I cannot tell you the future but I can
the past, I have won and won and won through my ability and my desire, I have
overcome odds and opponents much harder than The Machine, I have wrestled,
wrestler’s like him over fifty times and there is nothing he can teach me,
nothing I have not already learnt. The path to success lies before me as does
the future, lets just hope that this TNT The Machine will malfunction, that I
will again taste the flavour of victory and that when its all said and done he
will Feel My Hate!
Amanda: Thankyou Mr Breeze
Breeze: No problem
Breeze walked out of the room as soon as the camera had shut down and
continued back to his Ferrari, ignoring the opportunity to see any of the
other wrestlers that could have been there doing their own thing. Breeze drove
back to his mansion and quickly went back to the grass he had been previously
lying on. He fell back and looked up at the sky, his emotions were running all
over the place, he was drowsy and soon he would fall into a slumber. The
Machine was not a machine, he did feel, pain, fear, hope. It would soon
disappear though as the harsh reality crept into his soul, he would not win
this match, he would not beat Breeze. Breeze’s mind was also mixed, the
break he took had softened his soul and his heart but now he was thinking more
clearly.
He thought of his words, none of them were true, a few, very little if you
will. Breeze’s hate was coming back, through his blood it streamed like
black smoke. The Machine was not as good a wrestler as Breeze was. No where
near, he would fall and he would be defeated. Breeze’s arrogance was growing
back, he had tried to be modest but it had not lasted long, he had been out of
the cycle for only a small amount of time but now he was back in it. Moving
along like everyone else’s and it had sparked his hate and malice and greed
and self-interest and now it was slowly taking over him, he had not wanted to
think but it was inevitable. He would have to at one point and so human nature
again took over as it always did, no-one was strong enough to beat themselves,
not even Breeze, he was almost strong enough, but not great, as was usually
the case. Time would pass as it always did and TNT would come, Breeze would
win, The Machine would lose, it would be heartbreaking, I know, but it would
happen. It had to, it was inevitable. Things were like that sometimes, he
became bored. He was bored of thinking, the match this Tuesday had kept him
with something to do, injury was boring, he had discovered much about himself
during the peace whilst waiting for his elbow to heal but now it was time for
action. There was nothing that could stop Breeze now, his hate was back, his
arrogance was back and now his winning streak would be back to. The White
Tiger was ready to pounce and no-one including “The Machine” could avoid
it…
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