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Tale of Two Men
Topic Started: Dec 29 2012, 11:57 PM (53 Views)
Judas Dathan
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Trail of Tears: The Story of The Self Destruction of Judas Dathan and Matt Slater
“The past can't hurt you anymore, not unless you let it.”
-Alan Moore
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Enter the white room. I had to seek some help, some therapy, an asylum of sorts. So I found it by way of my new sports psychologist. She was perhaps one of the most witty psychologists money could buy, and I bought her for private usage. Anything to bring victory today, anything.

"Tell me a bit about yourself...Judas."

"My name is Judas Dathan...and I-...I..."

I broke down crying. Tears streamed down my face and hit the ground in the most violent manner. Who was Judas Dathan? It seemed that every week, Judas was changing. Well, for the most part he was changing. I don't even know if I'm Judas Dathan. The man seemed more like a fictional character than the real person. He seemed almost as fake as every fraudulent government. As fake as Nazi Germany, the USSR, the United States of America. The very foundation of this 'character' is based off of a lie. Judas Dathan is no more real than Kristian Krisis. The only difference is, this charade will never, ever, subside. It will never die, it will never rest, it will never stop until it consumes all of the men, women and children that has played a role in it.

Believe me, I don't want to be like this. I don't want to hate Matt Slater. I love Matt Slater in fact, he is a brother to me, a hero, a man who I would love to be like. I would be honored to be half the man of Matt Slater. In fact, if I were half the man of Matt Slater, I would no longer be Judas Dathan. I would no longer be this animal that lurks deep inside of me. This monster, this creature, this inextinguishable fire; I would no longer be consumed by this. It's too late for me; but perhaps it's not too late for Matt Slater. Perhaps he could understand the danger he has put himself and his family in by accepting this match. He has literally jeopardized not only his own health, but the health of his wife Amy and his son Gabriel. And there's nothing that he can do, and most importantly, nothing I can do.

To fully understand the danger he is in, you need to understand where this all started. Enter Total Extreme Wrestling. Judas Dathan, the young upstart has just finished administering a beating on Daniel Devine at TEW's biggest show, Eye Of The Storm. In the same night, in the main event, Matt Slater would go on to face his long time best friend Brian Seles. Both men had started their careers off together, but this would be the end of Brian's. After Judas had made his way back to the locker room, or rather, after I had made my way back to the locker room, Matt proceeded to shake my hand and congratulate me. This is where the obsession began.

Matt Slater had always been talked about as one of the best wrestlers ever. This is why I wanted to be him. More than anything, I wanted to be Matt Slater. Rather, I needed to be Matt Slater. I patterned everything after him. My career, my life, I was Matt Slater. Hell, for a brief time, I started using the Shockwave as a finisher. My obsession with him grew to the point that I begged Jesse Styles on my hands and knees to offer me a contract to New Edge Wrestling after I had found out Slater had joined. Of course, when Slater and I first faced off, the match lasted no more than five minutes, as Slater made quick work of me. He was a better Matt Slater than me.

I was devastated. Absolutely devastated. I went into retirement and vowed never to come out. But then, as what happens to everybody, I started getting that craving again. Except, my craving wasn't for competition. My craving was for revenge. There was one thing I wanted, and that was the blood of Matt Slater. The money, the fame, the women, the titles, those were all bonuses; those were all methods I would use in order to get that blood. I needed his blood spilled on my hands, without it, my soul would never rest. It was all I could think about. When I was training, eating, hell, when I was fucking Jen; Slater's blood was all I could think about. I fantasized about how I'd get it. Not even winning the match, just destroying him, just ending his career, ripping him to shreds as he did to me. Embarrassing him in front of his son, making it so that he couldn't put food on the table.

Because at the end of the day, that's what he did to me by making me look horrible; not even giving me credit for my heart after the win. After I quit, I wasn't able to pay my bills, I was forced to live on the streets; my girlfriend left me, and every night I starved. Every...fucking night. I would be forced to starve and wallow in my mediocrity.

"What if I told you...Matt Slater raped Jen..."

The ACW World Title rest upon the steel table as I stared at my sports psychologist. Her name is Jessica Witt, she's world renowned for her work in combat sports. She's made prodigies out of jobbers and made legends out of prodigies. Imagine what she could make out of a legend. I already have all the talent, ability, and heart that she could need, all she needs to do is mold me like clay. "But, he wouldn't...would he?" Doubt entered my mind. I knew Matt Slater, he was a good guy, I was the instigator, I was the one who started shit with him. It was me, all me. I was the one who beat him in my ACW debut after five failed attempts to defeat him. I'm the one who's in his head. But am I? Could he have harmed Jen in such a way? Could he have sodomized my lover? And what about Cera? Did he do it to her too?

I understood, Slater went through a stage in his life where he could have been considered a sociopath. I fail to care. If he did do that unspeakable act to Jen Ryette, he would be punished for his trespasses. I already plan on punishing him for what he had done to me. I planned to retaliate with an equal and opposite reaction; I would take everything from him. His son, his wife, his livelihood, his ability to move, his life; everything. He doesn't understand what it's like to be forced to lay on your back in an alleyway as people walk by and pity you. He doesn't understand what it's like to go nights without eating, to feel like you aren't good enough for your spouse, or even to watch them suffer selflessly beside you.

"So, will you teach him what it feels like to be dominated? What it feels like to suffer?"

Slater knows nothing about my suffering, he knows nothing about suffering in general. I would help him understand this suffering, I would help him understand my pain, my struggles, my misery. I'll teach him to respect everything I've done. Because for the first time in Slater's career, he will be considered the underdog.
WAR Slater - Prediction: Slater via whatever he wants EVERY time.
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