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Fed: SCCW
Height: 6'1
Weight: 216lbs
Wrestling Style: Puroresu/European Lightweight
Alignment: Face
Experience: 5-10 Years of Experience
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The More Things Change...- A Heroes Welcome
The More things change [2] -
The More things change [3] - Training the past [2]
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The More things change [3] - Training the past [2]
Training The Past [Part 2]
Funny how the world works. The more things change the more they stay the same. Never has a saying been more true, and now, on the road with Ashley up to Miami from Fort Lauderdale, it was plainly bizarre just how familiar this felt. Two years ago we did this dance, and twenty two months before where we are now, Ashley had to leave the industry having being stricken by a disease that should have eaten him from the inside out. Meningitis.
Ashley was a fighter though, and he must have really fought through it in a hard way. Burn Season’s CD playing quietly in the background, the engine noise of the Mitsubishi Warrior roaring gently over the top of it like a tiger purring over a Metallica track.
“You got over it then?” I asked, thinking he would click onto what I was talking about.
“Uhhh…” He couldn’t give me an answer, hence he didn’t know.
“Well you left the training before…” I prompted him.
“Oh yeah! Dude, thanks.” What the hell was he thanking me for? I had to know, I really did.
“Umm…you wanna explain Ash?” I asked. “You know, what you’re thanking me for…”
“Yeah. It’s just that the wrestling, it gave me hope, it made me wanna fight. It made me wanna fight this shit and made me really wanna grab life…I want to do this dude, you wouldn’t believe how much…”
He really meant it, he really wanted to get this training done. Just like everyone in every promotion ever known to man, he wanted to start somewhere and I was his door, I was the one who could let him in.
We finally arrived, a few hours later, and we stepped out of the truck, before I hit the immobilizer. “Ready to meet him?” I asked.
“Dylan? Yeah, let’s rock this.” He chimed back at me, confidently. God this guy’s got it, I thought to myself.
We knocked on the door and allowed our words to do the rest. Dylan nodded at us several times, agreed and gave me a set of keys. We left, no longer than ten minutes later, and headed off on the road again, this time just a few streets away to a gym. Ash had been texting off his phone the entire time and now it became apparent why - he was getting someone to meet him there.
She was a pretty little thing, an odd sight but pretty none the less - bright pink, vibrant hair flowed down to her waist, ending up white at the bottom. A bull-nose ring, and two distinguishing facial marks, moles marked her otherwise clear, pale skin. Dressed with black beads around her neck and a silver knuckle duster entwined around the obsidian orbs, and a bright pink t-shirt with black markings going down it, as well as what appeared to be shorts, which then would have black, fishnet tights in a broken spider’s web design, she looked like one of the most unique individuals I had ever met. The beads around her right arm rattled as on Ashley’s cue, she shook my hand lightly.
“Sam”
He points at me.
“Kiki”
He points at her, a wide smile across his face.
“My girlfriend.”
“Cool…nice to meet you Kiki”, I tell her, a little bewildered by the name.
“Kiki.”
He points at her then follows his arm and hand through to me.
“Sam. This dude’s gunna help me do it Kiki, he’s gunna train me and shape me into a wrestler!”
The excitement on his face was incredible, I just wish I had the heart to tell him that this wouldn’t be an easy ride…
She piped up suddenly as if from nowhere. “Sam, It’s great to meet you. You are everything Ash has been talking about lately.” The smile on her face was obvious, and her comfort with him was incredible as she hooked arms with him and pushed herself closer to him.
“I’m so happy for you!” She exclaimed as she kissed his temple gently, before pulling out a ledger and a hello kitty pen. “Oh this is great news…so great I need to write this down!” she proclaimed.
Incredibly eccentric, check.
Slightly insane, check.
Exactly what Ash needed to help him through the trouble he had. Check.
“C’mon, let’s head in. I’m freezing my nuts off here…” I said, causing a slight chuckle on her face as I unlocked the door, and we all headed inside to the place myself and Dylan had once called the Scott Dungeon.
“Nuts frozen…” she said, before writing something down then saying “Got it all down.” before tucking the book and pen away as we take steps forward toward the equipment.
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Part 2 - The House Show - Part 2
Just typical of Justin Rose really to use his bully-boy tactics to get shot of a bit of history. When he had his men throw me from the building I knew though, instantly that this would be tougher than expected to just see the her again. I knew that this would be a struggle, but another part of me assumed it would be worth it.
On being chucked out though, the spirit had all but lost me. Me getting back into the Channel “A” studios would be a mission and a half, and it would take a minor miracle. Funny how you think these things and then suddenly…
BUZZ!!
My phone sounded off. It was a quick vibrate telling me it was a text message. On opening it, I saw the name it was from, and nodded to myself, wondering what Myke wanted with me.
“Hess. I heard you’re in Simcoe, that right?”
News travels incredibly fast, faster than Myke up a turnbuckle.
“Yeah, miss me?” I cheekily replied back. Stomping my way through the snow, back to my truck, I received another message.
“Course, it’s been a hell of a few months. You back workin’ for Diamond?”
I replied back promptly…
“Not yet. Your blood bro won’t open the doors to me, I’m no longer needed apparently.”
I opened the door to the truck, pulled the door open and sat in and again, another buzz. Mykey was quick off the mark.
“That’s BS. There’s a house show this week, can’t ya get tix then speak to JD there?” he had replied. Another text followed. “What bout Syd? This is about her, isn’t it?”
Smart cookie is Simcoe’s Myke. He remembered the conversation from before…
“Yeah it is. She gunna be at the house show? Might be a good idea, wanna see if you can get me some from the front desk and I’ll pay ya back with lunch and a couple of drinks when ya get them to me?” I asked back. I didn’t even try to start the engine, I just waited patiently for an answer.
“Shouldn’t be a prob my man, lemme see what I can do. I’ll get back to ya. Peace.”
That was all I needed to know, from that I knew Myke would deliver and I would get my place in the first house show within the crowd at least.
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THE SHOOT
Four steel walls for four opponents
[[Yet another week passes and I find myself doing the same over. The laptop hooked into the handicam placed on a small coffee table inside of the brought out-right apartment that was looking ever so dusty right about now. Actually this place is nearly a wreck, there’s water bottles all over the place and plates everywhere, where I’ve cooked and eaten but then not washed up after myself.
It’s a good thing the camera is focused on me, and me only as the white leather couch holds my weight well. I lean backwards, sinking into the leather, looking relaxed while I play around with a small PDA. The wonders of independent wrestling, you need somewhere to store all those appointments and matches, so…as a part of working for one of the places I toured for, I was given a PDA. I just never gave it back…how rude of me.
I tap away at the screen, looking at my twitter on the two point five inch screen. Samthescorpion thinks CWC needs to see a Scorpion in their invitational tournament - it’s the right thing to do! Stares back at me. The amount of work I put into these shows, just to get into them to start with, it’s unreal.
I look up, a smile on my face as I set the PDA down…]]
Hess: The internet…is one hell of a place. You can find just about anything, from mail order Russian brides…not that I’ve got a thing for them…to new cars, to…would you believe it, details on your own job. See, last week I logged on to the Simcoe site and I was pretty amazed. A new championship is on the line, a brand new shiney in the land of All Barries and Barbarics alike…and this one has a weight limit. No-one larger than two twenty-five can compete and then they announced the first two competitors.
Myself and another man who I can’t say I have a whole lot of love for. Another man who had made snide comments about a relationship I had that I’m now trying to make right…the problem is, last week things took a different turn. This man returned to the company and with it, he brought a sour note. Yes, he saved Sydney Laroux from a brutal attack and yes, I’m thankful to him for that, but that’s as far as Jay Jerzey needs to go.
[[I scratch the back of my head, feeling uneasy about the topic but knowing it will make good viewing if I tackle it. This is the reasoning people will tune into this match, to see me and Jerzey finally go at it in an unsanctioned, no rules styled match. Cage matches really can only have one rule, escape to win…so yes, this will be for us, the perfect chance to get at each other and at the same time, the fans win. I just hate talking about things that have passed and can’t be changed.]]
Hess: I admit. I dropped the ball, if I really wanted her back so much I would have attempted to save her myself. The thing is, I have my own issues, I have my own problems, and they right now start with a ‘D’. I didn’t need to make more enemies by pissing on their patch so to speak while I made a save for a who may have been ungrateful…so I didn’t do what was expected when they attacked. Instead, the man that stepped up was the returning Jay Jerzey, and Jay, it’s great to have you back…
What was it, just a few weeks ago you left? You quit, ‘for good’. That was the rule with the ‘I quit’ cage match that the PaddyMacAttack made you give up in, wasn’t it? Yet you returned, albeit with a new look, a few extra tattoos and what seems to be a better attitude…and you know Jay, I don’t know if I’m convinced. Call it a hunch, I dunno, but leopards and spots Jay…I’ve never been convinced they can change. In the time I’ve been in the industry, I’ve yet to find someone who’s completely changed their tune, they often play to exactly what they were like normally. Jay, we’re used to seeing you with one of the sickest minds in Simcoe, you’re arrogant, selfish, brash…the saving of Sydney…there’s a motive behind it. I dunno what it is, and it’s not for me to attempt to work it out, but what it is for me to do, is cut Jay Jerzey’s return short, and make sure that in his return match, Jay Jerzey does not claim the Welterweight Championship.
See, last week I was in a match, I was in a match against McNeil and he cheated his way out of a match. He ran, he got himself disqualified, and that then just reminded me of what you’ll do to get out of a match Jay. If things are not going your way…I’ve seen it before. The problem is Jay, there’s nowhere to run in a cage match…being one of the only men in Simcoe to have competed in a cage match thus far though, I guess you’d know that already.
I feel kinda bad though. Last week I had respect for my opponent, this week…I have trouble. I have trouble respecting you Jay because of everything you’ve done, all the hell you’ve put people through. Yes, you’re one hell of an athlete, yes, you’ve done a hell of a lot, but Jay Jerzey, respect goes a hell of a way, and Jay, I just can’t. I can’t find it in me to bury any hatchets caused by the Sydney Laroux fiasco. Yes, I know, I was the one she ultimately got together with after you and her were said and done, and yes I know the snide comments were made due to that, but Jay…man, I can’t bury it. This week, in this cage match, there’s a chance for the history to be finished up, a chance for us to bury whatever happened. I don’t think it will, I don’t think this match will change a thing but make a hatred between us grow, and if that’s the case, then so be it…as hard as it sounds for me to say, I won’t lose any sleep over it, it just means that Simcoe will have to put up with one another going at each others necks over a girl that may well have passed through both of our lives.
[[I shuffle forwards a bit so that more of my face fits in the frame. I look directly at the camera, blinking only frequently, as if I do not want to break my concentration at all from the camera in front of me.]]
Hess: Fine, I’ll live with it. We’ll have to see, and in the mean time, face off for the first opportunity to become the first ever Welterweight champion. That is…of course alongside three others, and when we talk about brash and arrogant…we also talk of yet another member in this match.
In siding with one particular person, Lauri, you’ve cut yourself off at the knees. You have the potential for greatness, I mean, a great look, great wrestling style, great presence, you could go all the way just like Scarlett, but something’s missing. That something is backbone. You can’t go out and get it done alone, you have to either be the one ruining matches for others or just plain ruining your own matches by acting up and being Aaron Blaize’s personal play thing. You’re nothing but a bit of skirt to him Lauri…you know that, right?
[[I must have a wicked sense of humour, because I smile as I say this, knowing that this will get to her. This is the one thing a girl hates more than anything - being told they’re just a pretty face and have no substance or no relevance. Hah, I guess there is an old devil in me, hiding beneath the surface, somewhere.]]
Hess: You’re just a pretty face because Blaize needs that in order to get his group motivated. I mean, motivation is high when it involves a pretty blond…
Thing is, I know that you can be more than the girl that tricks cameramen with alluring fantasies. You could be a star, someone who other women want to be like, someone who makes a difference. Instead, you’re a sheep, you’re taking orders from a man who has done nothing but make life difficult for everyone since year zero and he’s done this to better himself. He’s selfish, he doesn’t care about anyone, not you, not Dynasty, lest of all his current partner, my ex-wife, Rachel…
But don’t get me wrong Lauri, this has nothing to do with that issue me and Blaize have. This match in fact is to do with you, and it’s to do with you being able to do things…On. Your. Own.
That’s right, I said it. This match is all about you getting the job done on your own without the aid of Blaize, Champion or Rose. This match is your attempt to do things on your own and take home gold back to Dynasty…what I want to ask you though Lauri, is are you prepared for the consequences of failure?
[[I push my hand so that it reaches a fist and extend two fingers out, my index and middle, and hold them together, creating a gun before putting it up to my head, as if suggesting it’ll be the death of her.]]
Hess: I know what to expect. Your retort will be that there won’t be failure, but Lauri, the chances are against you. This is your first big match in Simcoe, you are against four others, in essence your chances of winning are twenty per cent. The same goes for all of us but then look at it this way; Jay has experience in cage matches, I have experience in big matches. Take Bunkhouse Brawl, my first match Lauri, my first match in Simcoe and it was insane, a fifteen man battle royale. My first showing and I came second…the big match experience is there. When you know what to expect, you suddenly stop being phased by these types of matches, and Lauri, honestly speaking, I don’t care about the constraints of a cage - that’s just another weapon, it stops people running and cheating, it’s good by me, and I don’t care how many people are involved…no matter the size of the men involved, no matter the amount, I don’t back down, I never have. That’s not how I do things.
So then when there’s five people either lighter than me or just as much as nine pounds higher at a maximum, I have no weight worry. This is just a chance for me to throw myself at whoever comes my way - oh and Lauri, don’t try pouting and asking if I wouldn’t hit a girl…business is business and a championship, my first in Simcoe, would be a championship none the less, whether I had to lay a finger on you to get it or not.
So I’m sorry, but it’s just business, and I’m sure that much you can appreciate what I’m saying.
[[Now I cross my arms and nod, before standing up without touching the couch. I move the handicam now, grabbing it and pointing it on myself as I pace around the room, back and forth between the settee and window of the expensive Aurora based apartment‘s living room.]]
Hess: Lauri, there’s not just me and Jay to worry about neither though, there’s Riflewilly. Rifle…as much as a daft name as it is, keenly pointed out by Atreides last week…he’s got something going. All those accolades and accomplishments, he’s done something right. When Simcoe first opened, he was our first All Barrie champ, and not to mention he’s seen more big matches in total than the majority of us put together…
He’s done a hell of a lot in Simcoe. Not only has he done a lot but he’s been to the top and the bottom of both the combination of Simcoe and COPW. It’s just a shock, through the loyalty he’s shown that he’s not a living hall of famer just yet.
The thing with Rifle is though, he goes through these moments, don’t ya Rifle? See this is the first time we’ve ever met but already I’ve seen it, see Rifle, in watching your past matches you go through moments of being the best that we’ve seen, you’re on form and you’re fantastic and then there’s other matches…where you just don’t seem…’switched on’. When you’re on the ball, you’re really on it…
[[I stop my pacing, before offering a thumbs up and a weak smile.]]
Hess: When you’re not though, the losses start. You lost your All Barrie championship and when you had that belt, it was the last time we saw the great side of Riflewilly. How great would it be Rifle if you could show us all again how great you can be? I mean, being the first welterweight champion is a huge thing…
The only thing with that statement is that it’s not just a one on one match. I said it to Lauri too, but this has five men, and you really have to be one hundred and ten percent, there’s no room to hit a bad move, there’s no room to mess up and there’s definitely no redo’s. Rifle, you won’t get a rematch at this is you lose, it’s just a one shot chance, and that’s why this matters so much…there is only one Caged Chaos match, and there is only one first champion.
[[That thumb falls and becomes a raised index finger, motioning the number one.]]
Hess: I plan on being that first champion. I plan on repeating history, I plan on living my life thus far of ‘The more things change, the more they stay the same.’ See, back in two thousand and eight, I walked into a company, stayed around for a few weeks and talked about being an inaugural champion of a television title they had. I went on to win that match and be the first champion. What made it work was the fact that I noticed; it really is only the first champion of a belt that makes the title what it is. The Barbaric champion, when introduced into Simcoe went right around the waist of Jay Jerzey, and during his stint as champ, it was shown as a truly ‘hardcore’ championship, where blood would be spilt to gain it, and a lot of blood at that. The image of that championship was made by Jerzey, who is in this match for the Welterweight title. The final combatant in this match is someone who could actually end up making his image from the championship win. It’s the only possible win here in the match that can make the man as well as the championship.
Jason, this is a pivotal match for you. Winning this sets up in terms of this company for a long time to come, once you win the Welterweight you could go on to win All Barrie, or even challenge for the World title…you’ll be classified as champ on your first night in. It’ll be fitting actually, your first night in the company, your first championship, the first night the championship comes into play, it’ll be…historic and all too fitting as a night of firsts.
The problem is for me with that is…I want that championship too. Actually Jason, I want it quite a lot, there’s something in a name of pride that gets me thinking. See, my problem beginning with a ‘D’ can be ended when ‘D’ see’s that I’m not messing about and that I am a competitor here in Simcoe, not just a forlorn lover. Last week by my books was a disaster, I mean, here’s me going against an old foe and he cheats me out of a win, a clean one I mean, and then in comes ‘D’ and ruins the ending. Overall the first televised match back was somewhat of a disappointment, which leads me onto this one. See, I don’t fancy this match being disappointing.
[[Shaking my head, the digit becomes a fist, which I hold nearer my side as I start pacing again, almost winding up all the anger in a viper like manner, ready to strike as and when ready.]]
Hess: I didn’t come back to SCCW to be disappointed by cheating and those cheaters prospering from it. I didn’t come back to Simcoe to be jumped by ‘D’ at the end of my first match, nor any other match…I came back to Simcoe for more than one reason, the first to sort things out with Sydney, the second, to wrestle and to win. To walk out with championships, that’s the end game, that’s the pay off, to know you’re the best at what you do out of the whole company. What I do, is I lightweight wrestle. I leap over things, I throw myself onto people from heights, I do what I do, I sacrifice my body at the beck and call of the fans. It’s what I do, and it’s what I’ll carry on doing.
[[I nod again, knowing that this is my one chance to impress, my one opportunity to really make a difference. This is my one chance to paint a picture of myself and sell it for the equivalent of a thousand words. While the others may tell us how great they are, I will say it in a few words then paint the picture with my actions.]]
Hess: Caged Chaos, it sounds like hell. It sounds like five men beating the hell out of each other and it sounds like five guys going all out in a lightweight division to walk away with a brand new championship. To most, yeah, hell. To me? It’s what I do. It’s what I did in bunkhouse two thousand and nine, and it’s what I’ll do in Caged Chaos, and in whatever matches are thrown at me in the future.
Jay Jerzey, Jason Marshall, Lauri Verne and Riflewilly, this week you guys are going against a guy who thrives in big matches for a championship. I hope you’re all prepared for what’s to come, whether it’s falling or flying from the top of the cage, or whether it’s just taking a few hard hits, you’ll need to be prepared for everything. For the cage to be used as a weapon, for the craziest in innovation using a cage…
You guys all need to ask yourself, “How much do I want this?”, then multiply that by at least five. That’s how much I want it, and that’s the level to which I’ll go to…I’ll go to any length to not be disappointed in my second bout here in Simcoe, and I’ll go to any length to walk away as the inaugural Simcoe County Welterweight Champion.
It’s just what I do.
[[It‘s just what I do. Fitting, it‘s exactly what I do, and what I do has never changed. The more everything else has changed around me, the more that one element has stayed the same - I am a wrestler, I am Samuel Hessingstock and I will stop at nothing to become the first SCCW Welterweight Champion. I stop my pacing and set the camera down on the desk next to the laptop, shutting it off before sitting again, resting my arms across the top of the couch in order to just kick back before one hell of a match transpires.]]
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