Post by Damian K' on Apr 29, 2017 20:15:00 GMT -5
For Damian, the loss he suffered by the hands of Mark Storm wasn’t nothing but a breath of fresh air. When he got backstage, people gave him looks. Many believed that the normally apathetic features of the newcomer morphed into a disgruntled one, due to the circumstances. Damian just lost on route to a championship match. “Is he going to be okay?” would be the usual question lingering in the air. However, the OCW personnel didn’t know the inner workings of Damian’s mind. When he got into the limited privacy of his locker room, Damian sighed out in relief.
To give it a simple explanation: Damian didn’t like the attention and the pressure.
The whole time that he was undefeated prior to coming to OCW, he hated the notion that people would wait to see him lose. Over time, people would conjure the myth that Damian was unstoppable. Damian knew that he was talented, a hard worker, and overall, had the capacity to defeat just about anyone, but he didn’t like the idea of being unbeatable. That was a concept that his father came up with. He wanted to craft Damian and his siblings to be the next monsters of the world, unable to die, unable to feel things.
Father was a piece of shit for what he did.
“You know, I don’t have to participate in this match.”
The opening line led to a familiar room. The small roar of a fire catching the microphone.
“I have a title match set at the next PPV. I could walk out of that PPV as the Ascension Champion, the only belt not plagued by the insipid war between two factions. All I have to do is to step out of the ring and walk away. I could save energy, not risk an injury,” Damian rotated his previous injured shoulder, getting a fine crack out of it, “but I’ll tell you ahead of time that I’m not going to just walk out on an opportunity.”
“Let me just call myself selfish. Despite my apathetic visage, you better not think for a second that I don’t have the drive or the want to become the best damn wrestler walking in that locker room.”
“And it’s not like there isn’t selfish people in this match already. We have two champions in this match, one who has two belts on his shoulder. The Aptitude is well on their way to securing every championship in OCW, if no one’s there to stop them. We had many people try to rise up to stop them, but it has been a systematic approach that has gradually decimated anyone who stepped up. Part of that is because any resistance is cobbled together without much of a plan. Stragglers are to be eliminated, and that has led us to this position.”
“The dregs of the resistance exists in Mack O’Connor. He’s tough, but he’ll continue to fail just like everyone else. That is aside the point. Because the political game of the Aptitude trying to take over OCW doesn’t pertain to me. In fact, it annoys me, just because I have to stand idly by and watch it. I don’t involve myself in things like this, but I pay attention.”
“So far, in my time of producing this, I have been called a child by someone who is younger than me,” he shook his head at Jade’s lackluster comment, “I have had several people that I have previously defeated say something against me. In the case of Iggy Hardy, I guess he failed to remember that I dropped him quicker than any of the drugs he takes.”
“Chaotic rambles, as per the usual,” Damian rolled his eyes, “but like all ramblers, there’s not much to his words. He had his chance to shine, but he failed oh-so-nicely to the very man that I challenged. Nevertheless, it provided me information. It provided others with loose entertainment.”
“That rounds around to the obvious fact of the matter.”
“Many of the people in this match participated in the very first match I was in. Winning that battle royale gave me the chance to progress myself. It gave me an instant foothold, but I only thought that I would have to start low and work my way upward. Then I remembered one key thing that I spoke of when I first arrived.”
“How many of you are still invading my new home?”
“How many of you making the same mistake of looking past me?”
“And how many of you were disappointed when you lost to me?”
Damian...chuckled.
“It’s useless to try to ignore my presence in this match. It’s useless to resist.”
“I need you to remember this, especially any member of the Aptitude. Call back to my second night here. Who was it that came to my door to try to throw barbs at me? Who came, tried that, and left frustrated that he couldn’t dig under my skin?”
“Better yet,” he tilted his head, “who came to access one of the most dangerous newcomers to OCW? I believe that man is currently vying for a shot to get the OCW Championship. TIO came to me and probably saw me as a threat in some manner. Sure, his ego blinds him to anything else, but there was that remnant in there.”
“For the Aptitude, if the man who guides you both around like the dogs you are saw that in me, then what should you see me as? Perhaps I am some newcomer who doesn’t deserve to be in your same sentence as you, at least in your mind, but look harder. Think harder...if that’s possible.”
“I won a momentous match quite like this to establish myself. I was content with working my way through the ranks, but to tell you the honest truth, I would want nothing more than to make my way to the very top in record time. It would frustrate all you imbeciles who dared to talk down to me, because I’m some...kid.”
“I was being polite earlier on,” he hissed, “enough of that.”
“It’s because I saw that almost everyone in OCW reeks of a latent disregard for their own life. You all skew your perceptions of people who have outclassed you and defeated you. I have eclipsed many of the people in this match and I’m prepared to continue to do just that. To become the best, you must beat the rest.”
“If that means I have to send all you out of that goddamn ring myself, then so be it. I will enjoy crushing all the dreams of all the people who have ever doubted me. And when I make my way to that main event that you all covet, then I will raise the belt high as a proclamation.”
“I am Damian, the man who none of you could stop.”
“I am the man who doesn’t need a faction or a stupid schtick in order to make myself great.”
“I don’t believe in legends coming back to their former glory. I don’t lay down my goals for the sake of seniority. I don’t care about the mess going on within the confines of this company. As long as I can advance on without people getting in my business, then they can wage war all they want. And most of all, I don’t care about all the newcomers and rising stars trying to make a name for themselves. I feed off those dreams. I can crush them up in a fine powder and let Iggy over there finally OD on them.”
“Now I’ll ask you politely, just so you can’t say I didn’t give any of you an out.”
Damian leaned closer to the camera, his bright eyes piercing through.
“Would you kindly get the hell out of my goddamn match?”
The incident happened on March 7th, 2001 at 1:45 PM. The location is O’Donel Senior High, a school in Mount Pearl, Newfoundland, Canada. A freshman boy has taken down a junior in a bloody fight. According to many students, the taller junior decided to “haze” the freshman. It’s a common thing. Older high schoolers find it funny to mess with their younger classmates. The freshman in question is a young boy named Cameron von Licht. Erh, I believe he’s the son of that old coot, Leon. You know, the wrestler? Yeah, it’s weird, huh? They even have that same scowl.
Anyways, Roderick Harper, the older boy apparently dumped his water bottle onto Cameron. While him and his buddies were laughing it up, Cameron got up and walked towards him. Without giving him a warning, Cameron jumped on him. He didn’t even give Roddy the chance to breathe, let alone fight back. His friends tried to break it up, but Cameron managed to get one of them before teachers got to the group.
Roddy had a broken nose after it. Cameron aimed to break the bridge of his nose. That’s…some murderous intent right there. Luckily, Roddy saw it coming and barely managed to evade the full brunt. If it wasn’t for that, I think Cameron would’ve did something worse to him. Nevertheless, the principal suspended Cameron. I guess he felt bad for the kid. He was proving a point. “Don’t fuck with me.” That’s what this was all about. That’s what the other guys said.
We can’t investigate too much further. They got us good with the self-defense claim. Many people in the school testified to Roddy hitting Cameron first. Roddy and his friends made enemies in the school. When they needed support the most, they didn’t get it. It serves them right. Maybe now they’ll stop messing with new kids. He’s trying to sue Cameron and the von Licht family for assault.
Truth be told, when we brought the kid in for the assault charges, I couldn’t feel bad for him. I felt…intimidated. You ever watch one of those horror flicks with the psycho kids? Yeah, he’s straight from there. Are we sure he’s not from Nebraska? Children of the Corn? That’s what he looked like. He didn’t smile. He barely talked to us. Hell, I swear I never saw him blink. That’s a scary teen right there.
I hate to say it, but I don’t think Cameron was really trying to kill that kid. He didn’t show any remorse for the damage he caused. He hit that boy too precisely. He struck him in the bridge. You know what happens when that breaks? Not only can you not breathe, all the blood gets caught in your nose. Worst of all, if it’s really bad, the bone there gets caught in your brain. To make a long explanation short, breaking that bone can murder a man.
