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night was cold… There was no hint of a breeze but there was a chill in the
air. The peace and tranquillity surrounding the hill James Breeze sat on was
immense. He could hear his own heartbeat and if anyone else was there he could
probably have heard there’s as well. The long lush grass came to about knee
length and as he sat down in it, it had almost become too high to see but he
was tall enough to be able to look over the grass. The hill cut off steeply
and at the bottom of it lay an old oil factory. It had been closed down some
time ago. Breeze
fell back laying his head on the grass and looked up at the stars glistening
in the dark night. Malice was his next opponent, there was always someone.
Breeze sometimes grew sick of it but then he would remember the rewards and
that would bring back his desire. Maliciousness was not a likeable
characteristic which this man had named himself but James Breeze had always
been strongly associated with his hate. And so neither men were friendly or
lovable outside the ring. He laughed inwardly at the carnage he foresaw in the
ring. Time passed
on as it did, and the stars started to fade as did the moon and the grass
became uncomfortable and he stood up, almost giving way to his legs but
managing to straighten them as they regained their strength. He had not
intended to stop for long, he had driven back from the arena after his match
where he had easily defeated Aaron Smith and then took a great amount of
pleasure in watching him destroyed by Devastator. He had decided to stop
driving, his eyes were becoming blurry and he was becoming bored, his arms
were tired and he needed a break. He had
decided as soon as he saw the peaceful looking hill he would stop there and
rest, he didn’t know how long he sat there for but it was for a long time
and he enjoyed watching the moon. His eyes had drifted off and opened up a
number of times and he didn’t know if they were shut for five minutes or two
hours, whatever happened as he drove from the XWF arena in his rented car to
Mexico City Airport it has been late, now he suspected he had slept on the
grass as morning had almost dawned and he perceived it to be around 4.30am. He
had looked at his watch and wasn’t far off. He had missed his 2am flight. He
didn’t care, he had more than enough money not to be bothered by a plane
ticket fair. He got up and yawned before strolling back to his non-descript
car. It wasn’t exceptionally fast, nor stylish, nor big, nor small but he
had only rented it, as much as he wanted to take his Ferraro to Mexico he
wasn’t willing to drive it there and back to New York every week while XWF
toured in Mexico. He
drove to the airport where masses of interviewers waited stalking the various
XWF superstars that took flight back to the parts of America and other places
they lived. Unfortunately most superstars bedded in hotels until morning where
they would take a morning flight, Breeze had hoped that he would be able to
evade the reporters but they had just set up camp and were very eager to start
harassing people. Breeze
stepped out of the car and handed the keys over to an employee of the car
company who was asleep on a chair waiting his arrival. Breeze had paid him a
$100’s for his services although the man probably fell asleep and did not
stay out of any sense of loyalty to his job. Security were everywhere which
made Breeze feel better, the reporters that were sent to get information of
wrestlers were the most vigorous and they usually mobbed the wrestlers. There
had been many occasions where the reporters would be massacred by the
wrestlers, huge amounts of compensation were made, maybe that’s why they did
it. Whatever
the reason Breeze got to the plane in one peace and with minimum harassment
from the reporters. He had kept his head down and they had only realized him
as he was very close to the entrance. He dozed on the plane through the hours
in mid flight and was wide awake as he landed in New York. He had an interview
at the XWF NY headquarters later on that day and being awake made the prospect
that much better. He travelled back to his mansion and got changed, he had a
shower, brushed his teeth and felt completely refreshed as he finished
breakfast and drove away from his mansion to XWFNY in his Ferrari 360 Modena. His arrival
there very precise as he walked in to the building passed the various security
and to a room specifically designed for promos there was a woman there and she
had entered the room the very second Breeze had, there was almost a clash at
the door but the lady went first. She wasn’t particularly attractive but she
wasn’t ugly either. Breeze sat down on a comfortable chair as a huge poster
lay behind him on a wall, it had a picture of a white tiger with Breeze’s
face merged into a snarl. Behind him was green, white electricity running
through a black mountain, opposite him was a huge BDX sign with many colours
and with the faces of all the members of BDX on it, small faces, even Strider
and Sterling were on there. At the centre executing a mighty Malicious Intent
was Malice. It looked like a very impressive poster, to top it off at the
bottom in the middle, the legendary sign of the XWF lay there looking strong
and unmovable, a true symbol A camera
man stepped into the room not long after Woman:
Hello, Mr Breeze Breeze:
Hello ….? Woman:
Sorry, Miranda Breeze:
Hello Miranda Miranda:
We’ll start when you’re ready, sir Breeze:
Now will be fine Miranda
awaits the red light in the camera to flash It flashes Miranda:
Good day Mr. Breeze, this week we will see you the self proclaimed
‘White Tiger’ ready to pounce on anybody, the unstoppable James Breeze
with the 100% record in the XWF and decimator of Aaron Smith to go one on one
with the soul of maliciousness and founder member of BDX Malice. This will be
a hard match and an important one, this could be your doing or your…
undoing. Can you honestly beat Malice? Breeze:
Okay, thank you for your elaborate speech. Miranda
inclines her head Breeze:
Can I beat him? I’m not psychic but I would be inclined to say yes. My
opponents in XWF recently have not been the best but Malice is good. He is the
next level, to pull off this win I would indeed grow as a wrestler inside XWF.
At the moment my skills have not yet been fully tested. I doubt this match
they will do but I shall certainly come into this more prepared. Malice is a
serious opponent with a serious attitude towards wrestling no matter what
stable he is in. It wouldn’t matter to me if he wasn’t in a stable at all.
I am not fighting BDX, I am fighting Malice. My honest opinion is I can beat
Malice Miranda:
And if BDX feel they need to step in? Breeze:
BDX may or may not interfere. If they interfere I could win by
disqualification, if they don’t then I could win by being better on the
night. Both have options, both have possibilities. I believe BDX will stay out
of this match, they don’t have any morals but they may have respect. If they
do however surprise me and go beyond the doubt then they will have made a
capital enemy and I shall bear the grudge until I have had my payback. Miranda:
Anything to say to Malice? Breeze:
I know you’re probably watching this Malice. Bring all you have to Tuesday
Night Terror. All you have and more if you can get it because you’ll need it
all. Everything you have will be needed for you to have any chance of holding
me off. The tiger has stalked and defeated all its prey up to now. It will not
stop. Each win gives me more confidence, more hate. This is not going to be
easy for either of us but it shall be easier for me. You bring your
maliciousness and I’ll bring my hate and in that face-off we shall who wins,
the dark lord Hate or the demon of cruelty. I am going to TNT and it’s all
coming with me, I hope you bring just as much. If so that arena will crumble
between the two forces of darkness, the two forces of Hell. Tick tock, tick
tock. Can you hear that? It’s time. It’s ticking away, slowly but surely
this TNT will creep up on us both, who will be ready? You, I don’t know. Me,
yes. When we meet each other in that ring Malice we will truly see who is
better and you will truly feel with victory or defeat my Hate! Miranda
nods to the camera man and the camera stops flashing. Miranda:
Thank you James Breeze Breeze:
No problem Breeze
stands up and walks through the XWF NY building to his Ferrari. He enters the
Ferrari and drives to his mansion. A lot of things are on his mind. He thinks
about Malice, about another victory and it fills him with joy and happiness.
Maliciousness is cruel but Breeze could deal with it, Hate was stronger, there
was no doubt about that. But which was stronger, Breeze’s Hate or the BDX
member’s cruelty. We will soon see Breeze thought to himself as he stepped
on the pedal and moved faster through the streets of New York City. He swerved
into the mansion gates and drove up to the door. It was a comfort to be home
and he would take the strength from his home when he travelled south back to
Mexico to again battle for his pride and for his honour. And for his
reputation and for his Hate. Breeze
stepped out of the Ferrari and then walked into the house, the door of the
mansion shut, sounding very loud in the silence… |