Post by Lucas McCann on Aug 20, 2014 21:58:16 GMT -6
FADE IN.
Flash back to August 5, 2014.
Shane smiled briefly… until Nev spoke up. Then the smile was no longer.
”Shane. We’ve got someone who would like to meet you!”
”But… but… no notice?! You guys didn’t tell me you were coming with her! I figured the plan was for you guys to call her up and see if she’d like to meet, then report back. I don’t know about this, guys.. I can’t do this. I……”
The car door swung open abruptly. Shane glanced over… in utter disbelief.
”YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!”
Shane charged forward with a hard right. He briefly connected, a graze more so than direct impact, before he passed out, blood pressure rising sky high at what he had just seen.
It was me this entire time. Lucas McCann playing the role as who? LaWanda? Lawonda. Did the spelling matter? Nothing really mattered when it came right down to it. He had fallen for this voluptuous woman, blackened beauty, all the while I was laughing on the opposite side of the screen.
Revenge? It was too easy, truth be told. When you know someone as well as I know Shane Sparx, it was never hard to figure out where to find him, how to get back at him. Tearing his heart from his chest was something that was well worth the time it took to get to this point. Building up to the climax just to disappoint him, the way he had disappointed many woman in his past.
When Shane woke up, I stood with my arms folded across my chest. Nev and Max were at his side, trying to help him to his feet. I couldn't help but allow that grin to slide in place over my lips, knowing that everything I worked for had come to fruition here and now.
" Disappointed, Shane? " I asked, chuckling. " I told you that I would make you pay for what you did to me, to my family. Taking your championship, beating you. That wasn't enough. I had to stick it to you where it hurt the most. Your precious Lawanda. She was never in existence. No woman would be stupid enough to actually fall in love with you. " I was letting him have it, all the while Max and Nev let their jaw fall open. The hatred that had built up inside of me had eaten it's way out.
It was the same hatred that I let drive me in the ring. The same fire that burned within me to win at all costs. It came true, not once. Not twice. But three times. It would come true again. And again. And even again. I was becoming something that was anything but unstoppable.
" You sunuva bitch. How could you do this? " Shane asked, looking at me as he finally found his feet.
"How could I do this to you? Don't act like you don't know why I did this to you. I'm sure you remember it all too well. The day you stabbed me in the back." It was clear now. For those thinking I was the one that stepped on my best friend to boost my career, it was actually not that way at all. Game over.
August 20, 2014
" Where are we going? " I asked, looking over toward Max and Shane, then to Nev sitting next to me. A limousine ride to some sort of 'counseling session'. What, were they supposed to repair mine and Shane's friendship over dinner? There was a slight chance in hell of that happening. Just like the slight chance Brett Carson had of beating me at Heatstroke, or that Zhu Zhu pet.. oh, excuse me Ziu Zhong..have of beating me tomorrow night at Breakthrough.
" Oh, damn! She'd look good with my eggroll stuffed inside of her! " Shane said, looking out the tinted window. We had pulled into the parking lot of a local Hibachi grill. Nev let out a slight laugh.
"I bet you'd like to pour some soy sauce over her and eat that putang too?" Max said, joining Shane in his antics.
"I am in the car with a bunch of immature morons." I shook my head, not believing I allowed these guys to talk me into this. I had a match to prepare for, I didn't need to spend my time figuring out if what I as eating was actually chicken or cat. Call me racist, but it's the truth. " The next thing you know, you'll want to take a selfie with the mystery 'pork' you're stuffing your fat ass mouths."
That actually got another laugh from Nev, while he patted me on the back, "Lucas, man. Take it easy. If nothing else, you'll get a free dinner out of this."
Free. Nothing was free. Not in this world. Especially, not in the wrestling industry. I worked my ass off for everything that I have earned to this point - including the legacy that preceded me before stepping through the company doors of Visionaries of Wrestling. This was no different. This wouldn't be easy. At Breakthrough, I was expecting a hell of a fight - zhu zhu pet or not. I was ready. I couldn't be sure that Ziu Zhong was, but I sure as hell will not take him lightly. I've made that mistake once before, I will not do it again.
"Yeah, maybe so." I said, not sounding reassured by anything they had to say at this point.
Soon enough, the door opened and the fading sun offered it's last glow over the parking lot. I allowed the other three to step out before I'd follow suit. I straightened the dress shirt I wore, shaking my head at a couple of bystanders making comments here and there. I stepped over, head leaned back, phone in the air and snapped a selfie or two with each of them. "Thanks for letting me take a selfie!" I said, stepping up behind Nev, as Max and Shane already stepped inside. I grabbed his shoulder, slowing him for a moment.
"Nev, if this gets ugly. I cannot promise not to shove that asshole's face into the fire and let the pieces of Sparx fly all throughout the restaurant."
Nev offered another chuckle, "I understand, Lucas. I get it. He wronged you and your family."
I nodded, "I don't think you quite understand, but okay. Look, go on in. I have to head to the bathroom, take care of something."
Nev stepped away, and I turned back toward the limousine. "Hold on!" I told the driver, before he closed the door we had just exited. Shane dropped his wallet on the seat. Finders keepers? No, of course not. I'd never keep his wallet. It's probably covered in some sort of nasty whore's cunt juice anyway. Good thing I can wash my hands. Taking the wallet, I opened it up and grabbed the cash out of it, pocketing the wallet itself.
I stepped over to a family, who were looking as though they were heading in. "Here you go, dinner's on me tonight." I grinned, handing them a hundred dollar bill. "OH, and one more thing!" I leaned over, my phone back out and up in the air. Snap! SELFIE! "Thank YOU..for letting me take another selfie!" So, I was feeling generous. Charity was never a bad thing to give to. Except that Ice Bucket Challenge. Too much shrinkage, and God knows Shane couldn't afford anything like that. Though, if rumor holds true about Asian men and their smaller packages, I don't think Ziu Zhong could, either. Lucky for them, they've not been called out. Yet.
But, there is one thing that Ziu Zhong has figured out. He has figured out how to win. He's figured out that you cannot lie around and wait for anything to be handed to you in this business. That, alone, is enough to make me realize that he's going to be here for a very long time. Does that mean I am afraid of what he brings to the table? I am not afraid. I embrace the challenge, because when Ziu Zhong falls down just short of his goal in demolishing me, it'll be because I was the better man on the evening.
" The self-proclaimed Selfie King of China. Or, perhaps it is the world at this point. Someone's got a lot of pride wrapped up in taking meaningless photos of themselves. If that isn't arrogance at it's best, then I don't know what else to call it. Though, that same arrogance will be the downfall of Mr. Zhong when Breakthrough takes over tomorrow evening. It'll be the reason that he forgets what he's actually there to do and it'll allow me to slip in, just as I always do, and take advantage of his arrogance, of his ignorance and walk away victorious - again. "
It wasn't easy, mind you. Three wins. Zero losses. That was never an easy feat in any organization. Mind you, it may not seem like much, but it was. Three wins were hard to come by. Just ask Jared Whitaker. Or, you can ask Shane Sparx. But, as you do, ask him just how hard it is to 'demolish' Lucas McCann. Impossible.
I looked over at a small girl, staring at me. " Daddy, why's that man talking to himself? " I chuckled, unfolding a twenty dollar bill and stepping toward her. "Here you go, doll. Go buy you a nice toy with that. Perhaps a Lucas McCann action figure. Oh, and one more thing!" Once more, camera phone was out and open and flash. " Thank you for letting me take a selfie!"
Adorable. Almost as adorable as Ziu Zhong's wife trying to encourage him. Is that what he calls motivation these days? It's cute, and I am glad the man's got his wife involved in his work, but it still won't be enough to over come what he's about to endure in just twenty four hours or so at Breakthrough.
" Real men take ownership for losing a match. I can already see the excuses forming in Ziu Zhong's mind as the referee's hand slaps the mat for a three count, only to follow it up in raising my arm in victory. Search away, Mr. Zhong, but you'll never find a good enough excuse aside from being flat out beaten by a man better than you. I'm not former VOW champion, and I may never get that far in my career, but beating me will be your biggest accolade you could possibly brag about - should it ever happen. Tomorrow night, it will not. "
Nor, will it ever occur that Ziu Zhong knows what it's like to hold a victory of Lucas McCann. The fire, the darkness .. it will be far too much for him to overcome, even with the support of Lucy Lu or Kung Fu Pow Wow Chicken.
" Ziu Zhong knows what I am capable of. He knows what I can do inside and outside of that ring? That is questionable at best. This organization has only seen the tip of an iceberg as far as my talent, my in-ring ability is concerned. Once I've fully embraced this darkness that surrounds my life, I'll be one of the most dominating men this organization has ever come to terms with. That isn't arrogant, that's flat out truth. "
I stood still for a moment. Looking up, I saw the sun begin to fade behind the horizon. That orange glow reminding me of a fire. The heat was beginning to fade, a cooler breeze sweeping over the area. I was amazed at such beauty, at such wonders. I was able to appreciate them, rather than piss on them as if they owed me more than I owed it.
Humble. I will never forget to remain humble. Even in the confidence that I gain, I'll never forget to thank the Heavens above for what has been gifted to me. I am a winner. But I will always remain humble.
" The problem for Ziu lies in his own mind. He's far too worried with who he has beaten in the past, with the match that he was supposedly screwed over in. He's worried about beating Judas Dathan. He's worried with thinking he an destroy me. His problem is that he doubts me. I have seen a good many men like Ziu in my day as a professional wrestler. I have watched man after man fall victim to their own horn-tooting ways that they fail to realize what truly matters. Desire. Heart. The know-how to overcome any mistake you make inside and out of that ring. I have that ability, now. I know when to pick and choose and in the end of it all, I will show Ziu Zhong that beating me will never be a walk in the park. "
I looked toward my phone, realizing that the three back inside the Hibachi restaurant were likely to think I skipped out on them. Truth be told, I probably should have. At this point, there was no reason for me to believe any friendship Shane and I ever had could be salvaged. He was too worried about meeting Ziu's long-lost sister and banging her, creating more over-arrogant Chinese-American disaster cases.
I started walking back toward the restaurant when I noticed an older couple walking toward the doors. "Ma'am. Sir!" I called out, tugging another folded up bill from my hand, courtesy of Mr. Shane Sparx. This one was a fifty. It was a little damp, which had me questioning it a bit, but I slid the fifty into the outstretched hand of the older gentleman. I gave a genuine smile, "Dinner is on Mr. Shane Sparx this evening. And, can I get.." before finishing the question, the older woman shouted, "SELFIE! YES!" She was ecstatic, and I couldn't help but chuckle as I snapped the picture of the three of us. Ziu Zhong had little on me with these selfies. That was fact.
I patted the couple on the shoulder, another smile before sending them on their way into the restaurant to enjoy a free dinner.
" Tomorrow night, Breakthrough, I will show what it takes to win at all costs. I don't have to be flashy with high-flying, risk taking moves. I don't have to talk myself into believing that what I am doing is good enough. I just have to walk to that ring and do what I've done every match thus far. Never. Give. Up. Success would be mine just as soon as I learned to control this darkness. At the end of the night, it will be Ziu Zhong that is overcome and falling victim to Lucas McCann. "
I stepped from the parking lot's view and through the opened doors of the establishment. A friendly wave and a smile given by some of the staff, as I moved to find a bathroom to wash my hands before I dared join the three waiting for me at a table near the back of the restaurant. Counseling session, here I come. Victory Number four, I'll see you tomorrow night. Ciao.
FADE OUT.
OOC NOTE: I Tried posting in my usual format, but for some reason it did not take. So, I did have to delete it and re-format it into plain text before posting it up again. Sorry about that! :]
OOC NOTE: I Tried posting in my usual format, but for some reason it did not take. So, I did have to delete it and re-format it into plain text before posting it up again. Sorry about that! :]
