Post by Tristan Ambrose on Aug 28, 2016 22:59:12 GMT -6
"Alright Tristan... How’s are you feeling?"
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"You need to tell us where it hurts so we can help you.."
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"Look son.. I know you've been through hell, but it's over now...."
"No.. It's not.."
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It’s crazy, how in a few short weeks the landscape of VOW can change. The last time Tristan was in a ring, he was screwed out of the Quest for the Case match. His arms were beaten and battered against the steel steps more times than he could count. What should have been a disqualification in his favor, quickly during into a loss via pinfall. He had come here tonight to make sure his voice was heard, and demand the one on one championship match that he deserved, the match he had earned. Truth be told, when he walked into Heatstroke, he was fully content with not wrestling another match till he got what he wanted, and he almost had it... Just went it looked like Omega had seen the error in his ways.. He ripped his match from him, he would sit it out and not compete.. But sadly that was now an option he couldn’t take.. Per orders of Ryan Omega, He now had no choice but to show up to Baltimore and compete in yet another triple threat for the Zero-Gravity Championship on the grounds of termination...
Because the last one turned out so damn well...
Ace Watson, the current champion, the one eye wonder... Tristan would give him all the props in the world. At Heatstroke he did defend his championship... but just like Fate of the Gods, Katie Moicelle handed him that championship title, only this time she screwed herself instead of Tristan. His eye is damaged.. His arm is fragile.. Tristan knows it, and deep down, he knows Ace does as well.. But then there is the “threat” of Jamo.. Stupid name to start off with, but him being in the match to begin with... that alone is an injustice....
Currently, the clan was sitting in the locker room, fresh off the segment. Tristan’s blood was boiling, as he quickly gathered his bag and headed for the door, not bothering to stay and watch the rest of this shit.. Quickly walking down the the steps to the parking lot area, he dug into his jeans and pulled out the keys to his CR-V, unlocking it before tossing the keys to Alexander. Arthur opened up the back and tossed his bag in, quickly followed by Tristan’s bag. Everyone got into the vehicle, Alex driving with Tristan in the passenger’s seat, Arthur in the back as the thick silence was interrupted by the echo of the car starting as Alex started making his way out of the parking lot, he turned to look at Tristan then back on the road before darting his eyes back to Tristan again.
“What?”
“Look I know you didn’t get exactly what you wanted, but think positive, you got another shot shot at the title, that’s all that matters right?”
“Yeah, and it’s not like Jaymo is that big of a threat to your chances.”
“Even if he isn’t, that’s not the fucking point Arthur.. And it’s Jamo.”
Tristan sighed as he leaned his chair back a bit, pushing against the dark leather of the seat trying to get comfortable for their damn near four hour drive. Jamo... He knew why he was in the match, It was purely Ryan and Sky's way of getting at him for the words he said.. If he was being totally honest, Jamo didn't deserve a shot at any of the championships, and he fucking knows it. Even Katie at least had a decent name to back her up for her rematch tonight, she might have done fuck all with it, but still.. she had a reason to be in the match.
But this guy... this guy wins one fucking match, and is instantly, the same night mind you, given a chance at the Zero-Gravity Championship? That isn't fair opportunity, it's stupid. Poor managing that lead to not one, but two departures from VOW tonight. Management that reminded him of other federations that crumbled due to shit booking, lucky for VOW, there was a snowball's chance in hell of Jamo walking out of Breakthrough with the title, Tristan would not let it slip from his grasp again... Hell he could still remember the amount of disappointment and anger that consumed him after Fate of the Gods.. He had Ace beat, one two three. By all accounts, he should be the champion right now, but no.. Things weren't that simple... Good things don't get to happen anymore around here.
You don't have to be blind to see that...
Tristan made a mistake that night, one that he intended to not make this go around, as his strategy was simple now.. Wait... Let Ace and Jamo beat the holy high hell out of each other, let them wear each other out, let them scratch and claw their way to what they think is absolute victory.. then boom, he will strike, he will win, and all of the injustice that has taken place since Fate of the Gods will be erased, forgotten, burned down.. Looking at the GPS, it said there was an arrival time of three hours.. that was more than enough time to calm down and solidify his plan for Breakthrough... He places his head back on the seat, hoping to catch some glimpse of sleep before they reach Maryland..
::One hour till Maryland::
"Get up you little bitch!! Your mom don't care, your dad is to much of a pussy to do anything about it! It's alllll on you little man!"
Tristan's eyes darted open.. he no longer was in a car, surround by the troubles of his career, or his mentorship of a young wrestler... No now he knew exactly where he was.. Seattle... his childhood room. To often he had these nightmares, the ones you can't just wake up from.. The other's in the car would notice the winching.. the cold sweat that would occur.. but there was nothing they could do. He was all on his own.. just like the man said. Rising off the wood floor, he felt lighter, shorter.. the memory of the pain he endured started coming back, as the once distant aches in his face started to form in his subconsciousness.. Feeling his face, he could feel the blood coming from his lip as the foggy silhouette of a face long forgotten approached, his distorted, yet somehow recognizable laugh sends a chill down his spine. Tristan just shuts his eyes as the man raises his hand..
He feels it, the sharp pain in his face from the hit.. his once soft, smooth face now bruised.. Did he not matter, was that it? Did the world simply not care about some dumb kid who was born to the wrong parents? The ones who said he'd fallen off his bed, trying to wrestle his pillow like the men on TV? Was it just dumb luck that the police believed them? "Keep a better eye on him." How many times did he have to suffer from abuse that wouldn't be seen? Testing a drug that shouldn't enter anyone, let alone a child.. of course Monday through Friday, he had school, and on those days where he couldn't walk because of the pain? They would just call in sick... "We'll be down later today to pick up his homework.. yes thank you."
Fucking Liars...
Of course this was summer break.. if he remembered this night.. This was the night everything changed. Something in Tristan's father, after hearing 'em cry in pain for well over an hour, snapped... He came into the room, pistol in his hand, god knows where he got it. Much of the memory is foggy, like a distant dream that can only be remembered by small parts. He remembers how it all starts.. he remembers the words..
"That's enough, leave him alone!"
The man, not amused by his interruption stopped hitting Tristan and turned.. looking at his father, looking at the pistol in his hand.. He quickly put two an two together and charged at him.. The room flashed and the man stumbled, before falling onto the wall. He slowly started to slide down, the moonlight showing a damp spot on the center of his shirt. Next thing he knew, Tristan was on a gurney...
"Don't move son..."
"Da.. Dad?"
"I love you son..."
That's when they came.. the officers. They grabbed him and lead him away, through my swollen eye I could see my mother being put in the back of a police car.. It was so confusing for Tristan at time.. now it was so clear. They knew..
"Dad, where you going?"
"Your mother and I love you.. You need to remember that!"
"Dad? DAD! WHERE ARE YOU TAKING THEM?!? MOM!! DAD!! BRING THEM Ba..."
Tristan shot up, his once calm breathing now heavy.. Looking to his side, as well as behind him, he saw the worried faces of Alex and Arthur.. Rubbing his forehead with his knuckle, he felt the dampness, taking his shirt, he wiped his face clean as he tried to put the nightmare.. or rather the memory of what happen that night behind him. Turns out that after the police came to the house, they found the man in Tristan's room, along with him huddled into a corner. There was an easy story to spin, but Tristan's father, along with his mother confessed to the abuse and neglect they had allowed to happen to Tristan. They took their punishments, in exchange for Tristan's safety.. He didn't like the price that was paid for his freedom, losing both of his parent's and entering foster care.. life was better sure.. but he couldn't shake that whatever happen to them.. It was his fault..
"I'm fine Alex... How close are we?"
"About twenty minutes, are yo-"
"Please.. don't. I know you mean well kid, but please.."
Arthur nodded, sinking back into his chair, Tristan felt bad, but he hoped they understood.. The remainder of the the drive was silent.. Tristan spent his time looking out the window, looking at the approaching lights of Baltimore as his focus was shot by now.. He wasn't even thinking about the match right now.. he just wanted to get into his room and think for awhile.. Everyone... Everyone in this triple threat had there weaknesses going into this match.. Ace and his arm.. Jamo and him being way the fuck outta his league, and then there is Tristan.. his past.. no matter how far gone, is still right next to him. He fights, and struggles to contain it, but he knows.. one day he is gonna snap, he is gonna lash out at somebody.. He didn't wanna be like that tho.. He was better than that.. better than them..
Pulling up to the hotel, he quickly got out of the car and inhaled the air, slowly letting it out. The air was visible, signalling that the summer was almost over, he hated that feeling. He just wanted it over, It was like a never ending joke. Grabbing his bag out of the back, he made his way to the door, bidding the others farewell for the night as he makes his way inside to pay. Pulling out his card, puts it on the desk and begins to fill out the form to get his room for the night.
After getting it all paid for, he gathers his things and heads for his room.
He can't even tell anyone how relieved he is when he opens the door to his hotel room and sees the comfy, huge bed staring at him, calling him home. He's had a tough few months and that is on top of his mind going haywire. He just needed to detox his brain from all the bad shit that has been happening to him the past two months since Fate of the Gods..
Even after tonight, he still had a lot to get off his chest...
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A lighter lights up the semi-dark room, the bright orange embers flare up as Tristan leans into the camera. Clad in a white and black flannal, and possibly some jeans, the camera can't pick it up, he chuckles as he blows the smoke through his nose.
"You know... Funny thing about opportunity, is you have to earn it.."
Licking his lips, he takes another drag, before flipping a light on.
"You know, like how I earned a one on one match for the Zero-Gravity belt.. I pinned current champion Ace Watson in the middle of the ring and earned my shot.. what happen? Ace Watson gets in the match anyway, and I am the one that ends up getting screwed out of the title.. now look.. Jamo, some jobber from nowhere wins one match against an equal jobber, and now I gotta make sure that he doesn't screw this up for me.. I... I am trying to keep a level head here, but I can not fathom how in the hell, winning a match after almost ten back to back losses, instantly shoots you to number three spot on the totem pole, how that gets you a shot; how that gets you ANYTHING, is a testament of how fucking stupid the management of this place really is.."
Looking down at the cigarette he takes another drag.. before putting it out..
Looking down at the cigarette he takes another drag.. before putting it out..
"You know Jamo, you're almost like this cigarette, You may burn bright, but you may be deadly, but you can be stomped out, just like that A bump in the road... I can understand, maybe,management putting him in a number one contender's match but no, no cause fuck Tristan Ambrose right? Screw all the hard work and dedication that I put in to get here no screw all that.. Because Ryan and Sky know what's best... It's pathetic, It's robbery, once again, management has screwed me out of the match I earned. I didn't beat Ace Watson for a spot in a triple threat match no... I didn't.. but whatever... It's whatever, he won't win.. I won't let him.."
Running a hand through his hair, he shuts his eyes for a second, before quickly rubbing his beard..
Running a hand through his hair, he shuts his eyes for a second, before quickly rubbing his beard..
"Ace listen to me, I know your head is throbbing, and your arm ain't one hundred percent.. and your eye is still swollen to the gills but your ears work just fine.. So listen close.. pay attention. I need this. I need to have that title, around my waist. I will do, everything in my power to make sure that happens.. I can not let you leave Maryland with that title.. I WILL not let Jamo of all fucking people ruin the everything I've put into this since February, He was handed this shot, on a platter.. he didn't earn it, he didn't fight for it! Not like me! You don't get title shots but losing match after match after match."
Taking a few deep breaths, he turns his head and shakes it a bit... sighing one last time before starting directly into the camera...
"After everything that I have sacrificed, I deserve this, I deserve the right to call myself champion... But you? Ace Watson.. Jamo, You deserve everything you are going to get... both of you, understand.. come September 2nd, Baltimore Maryland.. I'm gonna hurt you. Both of you... I am going to put you both through such unimaginable pain, Jamo your gonna wish you could go back to fighting nobodies like Dustin Holt.. and you Ace... oh you... what Katie did to you?"
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"Well... I don't wanna ruin the surprise..."
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"Well... I don't wanna ruin the surprise..."
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