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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 7 2010, 06:47 PM (73 Views) | |
| Alex Cain | Feb 7 2010, 06:47 PM Post #1 |
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Alex Cain
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The waves crashed against the shore, pushing up new stones and silt onto the shore, the rain was coming down heavier now, the stones getting darker in colour with every drop, I dug my feet into the. And lifted my head looking out into the sea. I could feel the water soaking into my jeans as I sat on the ever wetter pebbles but it wasn’t time to leave yet, I just gazed out at sea, my mind was chaotic at the moment, so much going on but so little also. I think it was safe to say the last few weeks hadn’t been Alex Cains best, I sat alone on this beach and that was exactly how I felt, alone. But it wasn’t a bad feeling, I wasn’t lonely, I just felt alone, in the last 2 weeks I had lost almost everything I held dear, Angelica and I had barely said a word to each other, Scott had moved back to his grandparents for a while, and despite my best intentions at Massacre, I had managed to alienate Elijah and the probably the rest of The Insurgency, but I still couldn’t really understand what I had done wrong. But no one would listen to me. Everything I was touching was turning to dust at the moment. I had barely taken any time to reflect on any of this, and the last thing on my mind was Jarvis King and the CWF title. But my bad luck continued this week as I’m stuck in a tag match, with Jarvis as one of the opponents, so I suppose my lack of reflection on the events of Genesis would have to come to an end. The rain lashed down on my face, but I hadn’t moved, not taking my gaze away from the waves, the moonlight now reflecting off of the stormy water, rippling and flexing with the currents. Stormy was what my life had been recently, I had gone from living a fairly uncomplicated life, surrounded by friends and family, people I cared about, who looked out for me just as much as I looked out for them. But now, things weren’t quite so simple. My life had been turned upside down in a matter of weeks, and perhaps the CWF championship and the Iron Man match at Genesis had been a more compelling factor in that than I had previously thought. I couldn’t deny that I had changed, that the match and my preparations for the match had been somewhat, unusual. But as far as I was concerned it was all just that, preparation. I needed to feel like I would walk into that ring with Jarvis, and for 60 minutes I would continue to put my all into beating him, I needed to know that I wouldn’t be afraid to finish him off as many times as I needed to. As it turned out, it wasn’t enough, despite my best efforts, Jarvis bettered me, well, Jarvis and the clock. But credit where it’s due, he put his all into it and he came off on top. I put my all into it, and I was second best, it’s not the first time and it’s certainly not going to be the last, but it was now time to learn from the mistakes I made. I didn’t think Jarvis was going to be my Moby Dick, and I had no intention of becoming a bitter, obsessed Captain Ahab. Jarvis was the CWF champion now, and that was just the way it is. Sure I was hurt to finally be toppled off the perch, but it had to happen sooner or later, now I had to decide whether I needed to be back up there, or whether I needed to get my life in order first. I had travelled to England to see Scott and talk to him, try and settle our differences, but it was still too soon, he was still angry with me, and to be honest I didn’t blame him. He had every right to feel let down by me, and at the moment there was nothing I could say to him that would change his mind, he needed his space and that was what I had to give him. When the time was right I would come back and talk to my son, but until then I had to focus on other things. So for the time being, I needed to concentrate on my work. This week an unusual tag match, and then next week, for whatever reason, perhaps it was Rish’s way of thanking me for not dismissing his request, I had essentially a double title shot. A singles match against King Nothing, for the Impact Championship, which if I won would obviously hand me that belt, but also propel me into the next round of the CWF World Title Tournament. A tournament quite honestly, I wasn’t even sure I wanted to be in, I really had no desire to seek revenge on Jarvis, but fate seemed to have a different idea. An encounter with him at Genesis, then another last week after Angel’s unsuccessful attempt to dethrone him, and now this week a tag match against him. Following that, the brackets for the tournament had made it so that if we both win our matches, we would meet at the next PPV, in a rematch of the Genesis match. A match that most of the journalists and sports writers had been clamouring for, I’m sure lots of the fans were too, but there was no rematch clause written into the contract, some could say that it could be seen as me being too confident, that I was so sure I would beat him, I didn’t need the rematch clause, but truth be told, I just didn’t want one. I came back to CWF after almost 9 years out of the business, I never dreamed that I would be the CWF champion again, let alone be the longest reigning, most successful champion we have ever had. I couldn’t really ask for more than that. I never really intended to come back on some sort of quest for the title anyway, I came back because it felt like the right thing to do, it felt like the thing that I needed to do. Becoming the CWF Champion was an unexpected bonus, but it’s not what drives me, I’m not Chaolin Sahn, I don’t crave it. And as much as Jarvis is a cocky little shit, he will be a better champion than Sahn ever was or ever will be. I couldn’t let Sahn get that belt back at Frozen Over, it would have killed this company, and now he stands there, the CWF Commissioner, slowly killing the company from within, he is CWFs cancer, and against my better judgement I had to agree with Justin Rishel, he had to be stopped. Whether it would be The Insurgency that would do it I didn’t know, this fella Bishop and his mate seem to be Rish’s choices to take him down, but I don’t think they quite realise what they are getting themselves involved in, maybe that’s why Rish came to me also, he doesn’t have faith in his new boys, so he needs me because he knows I would succeed where they failed. But maybe for now, I’ll let them deal with Sahn, pick up the pieces if I need to. And anyway, I can’t do it on my own, not with The Cyndicate following Sahn around like a bad smell, even I couldn’t take on all of them and expect to run riot. I needed the help of The Insurgency, and as things stood right now, I don’t think that was going to happen anytime soon. So much going on, so many complications. Life used to be simple, but everyday was a new trial now. My private life and my work life were becoming more and more intertwined, and it was becoming more and more difficult to just focus on one thing, Scott, Angelica, The Insurgency, Jarvis, the tournament, King Nothing, Chaolin Sahn, Jesus I didn’t know where to start. What did I fix first, what could wait, who wasn’t as important as someone else, they were all important in their own ways. Family, friends, enemies, titles, I could place them in order of importance, but just because they were important, didn’t mean that it was an achievable goal right now. Scott was top of the list of importance, but probably at the bottom of the list of achievability, I had to try and work out what my priorities were. I guess right now, it would have to be Jarvis and this new guy Adam Price. Jarvis, I probably knew more about than I really cared to, the man had been the sole focus for me for almost a month, facing him had made me feel the need to involve myself in something I thought I had left behind a long time ago, just to get the win, Jarvis had got under my skin and into my head more than anyone has before, and it worked for him. His mind games worked a treat for him, and now he stands at the top of the mountain. King by name, King by nature, but I hope he is ready for it, the fall down is always harder than the climb up, that much I do know, Jarvis is now the man with the target on his chest, and he better be ready for it, because he is going to have more people coming after him than he would care to imagine. He better grow eyes in the back of his head, cos he is going to need them. Adam Price was something of an enigma at the moment, this will be his debut match, and so scouting will be out of the question, it’s going to be a case of trial by error with him on Tuesday, the only saving grace is that chances are Jarvis will know just as little about him, as I do about my partner. That would at least put us all in the same boat, although I would imagine mine and Jarvis’ reputations will precede us, and that will undoubtedly give the new guys a slight advantage. Although knowing Jarvis, he is usually one step ahead of the game, so he will probably have a better idea of the capabilities of them than I will. But alas, that was something I would just have to deal with now, I had some bigger fish to fry the following week, this was just a warm up for a more important match. Just cos Jarvis is on the opposing side, doesn’t make it the be all and end all of what’s to come for me. Jarvis is on my radar sure, but he isn’t close enough to worry about just yet, I had a lot to do before I was ready to get back in the ring in any sort of meaningful contest with Mr King. Everywhere I look, every thread of my life at the moment, leads to or from Jarvis King, perhaps my desire to stand away from him and all the nonsense that surrounds being in that title picture was academic, our destinies seem to be intertwined at the moment, and there appears to be little I can do to stop us from colliding again, perhaps I should just accept it as inevitable, no matter where I turn Jarvis is there, standing in my way. Even with a chance at the Impact Championship, a title I have never won, the ultimate prize for winning that match is that belt around Jarvis’ waist. A belt I had become attached to I have to say, but not one I can’t live without. Everyone seems to think my desire is to get it back, but I don’t think it is, I just don’t think I can avoid being around it at the moment. My head was all over the place, I couldn’t make head nor tails of what was happening at the moment, I thought that sitting here, on this beach on my own would help me to focus, but it didn’t. I was just as mixed up as before, I couldn’t set my mind on any single thing; everything seemed to pull in everything else. I needed to get back to the States; I needed to clear my mind. As bad an idea as it was, I knew what I needed to do. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialled. “Trent? Hey man, I’m coming back to the States tomorrow, we still on for tomorrow night?” I ended the call and put the phone away, if I couldn’t fix anything right now, maybe it would help to just break something. It would make me feel a bit better if nothing else. This road I was taking in life wasn’t leading anywhere good, but quite frankly; I didn’t want to be anywhere good right now. I stood up from the beach, the rain still pouring down, I took one last look at the sea and then turned away and walked up the beach, coming to England had been a mistake, I achieved noting here, I couldn’t talk to Scott and my mid was still as messed up as before, and I had no idea how to set it right, I had no idea how to set anything right, normally my first port of call at a time like this would be Angelica, but I hadn’t spoken to her for a while. Maybe the first thing to fix was that. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, and highlighted her name in the phone book, I stood for a few moments looking at the phone, making a final decision whether it was a good idea or not, finally I pressed call. “Hey, it’s me.” I said. “Look, sorry I haven’t called or anything, but well, I didn’t think you really wanted to speak to me” “Alex, I’m not mad with you, you upset me and you upset Scott, but it’s your life, I’m not going to tell you how to live it. How have you been?” “I’ve been better if I’m honest. Look, I’m coming back to the States tomorrow; can I meet you for a coffee?” I strolled up towards my car and sat down on the bonnet. “Yeah ok. I’ve got something I need to tell you anyway. Call me when you get here.” I said goodbye and ended the call, looking down at the phone, it wasn’t much but it was a start, bridges had to be built and there was no better time to do that than now. I climbed into my car and headed off towards the airport. Back to the States, where I could begin to get my head round things. (OOC, apologies for the sub standard RP, time was not my friend this week. Ill be back to my usual self next week!) |
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