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| Mikey | Jan 9 2017, 12:57 AM Post #1 |
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"If you don't know your own limits, I will gladly hand them to you on a silver platter." -Dean f'n Davies I'm an asshole and there's no denying that. I've never claimed any different and I do wear it with a badge of honor. However, even the most vile of human beings have a softer side that makes them human and grounded. That's what separates someone like me from a psychopath. When I first joined the military, though I wound up a SEAL, I didn't initially sign up for the Navy. I was an army guy to start with, but once my army contract was up I enlisted to go through SEAL training. It was in the army I met what would become one of the best friends I had ever had in my life. First week of basic and I was sharing a rack with Billy Lee of Topeka, Kansas. We called him Topeka for obvious reasons. Billy was the complete opposite of me. Big heart, generally loved people, dumb as a box of rocks, and from a poor low class family in the Midwest. He was a fuck up, too. I likened him to Private Pyle in that movie, Full Metal Jacket. He just couldn't get much of anything right. He wasn't a runner, wasn't a thinker, he was lucky to even get dressed in his formals without someone having to do it for him. The only thing he could do was shoot; none of us could outshoot Billy. The others rode Billy hard, trying to get him to soldier up, and when he just couldn't get it, rather than to lift him up, which is the brotherhood way of the military, they shunned him and turned him into an outcast, trying to force him to give it all up. It became pretty apparent, especially now looking back, that Billy was in over his head. He had no place in the army, and he definitely had no place being deployed to a warzone. But Billy needed the money for his fiancé and three kids back in Topeka. Normally I'd be the ringleader of the hazing and degradation. It's what I do and what I enjoy. I wasn't this time because there was something about Billy. He reminded me of my younger brother, Dennis. I took Billy under my arm. I gave him all the help he needed. I tried my best to teach him how to defend himself. I don't mean the shit they teach you in basic, I meant to stand up for himself with the other boys when they rode him too hard. I helped him shine his boots, I helped him make his bed, I helped him clean the latrines. I helped him get through basic. Love isn't a word I use very often. It's not in me to use it often, or to give it out freely, for that matter. In most cases, I feel like love makes you weak. Saying that, I loved Billy like a brother. I loved Billy in the same way I loved my little brother Dennis. I was wrong in what I did. For once, my disdain for people and my pleasure in the pain of others was the right thing - not just for me, but for Billy. I should have never shown my humanity. I should have never helped Billy. I should have never loved him like a brother. I should have never, I should have never, I should have never. I could use that a line a lot here. Not long after training, we were shipped out to Afghanistan. Seven days in country and Billy and I were on a basic patrol in the Kunduz when we got in a firefight with a small group of Taliban. Billy panicked and was shell shocked. He didn't even take cover, he just froze and it cost him his life. My friend died that day in Kunduz. He wasn't prepared. He was no soldier. He was in way over his head. In a lot of ways, I killed my friend. Had he not had the effect he had on me, I never would have reached out to him. Had I not reached out to him, he would have never survived basic and would be back in Topeka, married with a horde of kids he couldn't support. Jumping into something you are ill prepared for is a good fucking way to have everything crumble in front of you. Sometimes, a man has a need to know his limits and stay within those parameters. If you don't - well just ask Billy's three orphaned kids back in Topeka. Lucky for me, the Redemption roster is loaded with people with delusions that they are better than they are. It makes this place like a field ripe for the picking for someone like me, who takes pleasure in knocking people down and killing their hopes and dreams. This is where CG3 comes in. This guy walked into Redemption a year ago preaching his greatness, flapping his cock sucker like he's God's gift to fucking wrestling. In that time, all he's done is beat Jack Gaither, something every person on the roster has done, and nothing more. Since then, he's become a perennial loser. He's the basement dweller of Redemption, the guy put on the roster because even the John Doe's, JC Keeton's, and for that matter, to keep themselves relevant. Now CG3 climbs in the ring with something different. Not only will CG3 continue to sink, but just like Billy, CG3 is in way over his fucking head when it comes to me. You know what I am? I can spout off a list of accolades, but let's face it, I'll save that for the blowhards like Ram and Rawlings. I'll jump right to the only thing that matters. I'm wrestler of the year for 2016. Let that sink in for a minute and think about just how good I am. I didn't hold a championship belt all year. I never headlined a Pay Per View. Last year saw Scarlett Payne, Noah Field, Dante Saffron, Slade, JC Keeton, Devin Danger, my wife Eva, John Gillmen, Tim Bowman, Chris King, Max Ramsey, Jack Gaither - and yes, CG3 - all hold championships of one sort or another. You know who didn't hold a championship? Dean Davies. You know who didn't even have a championship match all year? Dean Davies. You know who wasn't even the tournament for the Redemption Championship? Dean Davies You know who didn't give a shit about a title all year? Dean Davies. You know who was still wrestler of the year despite it all? Dean Davies. Think about that. You hear names like Saffron and you shake in your boots, fearful the big ugly fucker will even look your way. You look at Slade and you see a man all about wrestling who has done so much while given so little. Noah and Keeton? Legacys who are trying to live up to their father's lofty expectations. Then there's me; the man who outdid every last one of them. Here's the thing, too. I never set out to be wrestler of the year. I overlooked all the championships because frankly,I could care less. All I did for 365 plus days was show up and entertain myself. I set my aim on who I wanted to break, and I relished in their pain and suffering. I let my dick get hard as I degraded them down to a shell of who they are. So think about this and let it settle in. I want to win Point Roulette. I want to take this title match and put it in my back pocket in case I get a wild hair up my ass and choose to become the Redemption Champion. If I'm already the best Redemption has offer over the course of this past year, how much does my sudden desire to obtain something make me more of a threat? All this makes the case for me. CG3 is way in over his head here. This is what they call an unwinnable match. It's a lose-lose situation because just like Billy, he has no hope of fucking survival. When that bell rings I'm not looking to put on a show. I'm not looking to impress the fans, or impress the front office. I'm not looking to make friends. Fuck, I'm not even looking to make CG3 look good. I want to expose him for the cheap dime story Noah Field-Lite little bitch he is. I want to end him quickly and painfully, grab my forty points, and end my work day quickly. The only hope CG3 has isn't winning. We've already established that he can't. He's been carried to where he is, I'm no longer in the business of carrying weaker talent. I learned my lesson on that years ago. No, the only hope that CG3 has is that I become so focused on winning Point Roulette that when I end this match quickly, I let him walk out on his own accord. Don't hold your breathe. I may be a chameleon and a man of many masks, but I'm still Dean Davies at the very core. Dean Davies at his very core will always take great pleasure in your degradation. So CG3, welcome to the warzone. |
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