Post by Damage on May 10, 2024 4:14:55 GMT -5
Hello. My name is Brooke. We do not use last names with our clients. We find that to be impersonal. I have been a sponsor for people like Damage for two years. He is my new assignment. Damage was the victim of a fire burn due to taking a bad move in a EPW match. To be honest, Damage has given me very little about any part of his past. I am not a trained psychologist so there are no miraculous tricks to be performed. He tends to push me away anytime we talk about things. He has shut off parts of his brain and seems incapable of trusting me. It hurts that he is distrusting of me but I shall not give up.
Damage has no family and he has never loved or taken care in his childhood, all he loved is that joy of inflicting pain on others as he loved the cry that comes out of his victims. All knows was the world is mean and this mean world is indeed knows one language that is fear. Damage has been in the world of wrestling since his illegal street fight days, Damage worked as a bodyguard for a Japanese Don who hired watching his street fight matches. After his master’s death in a shoutout, Damage left the underworld and never wrestled for two year. After two years, he started ti wander inside wrestling world and found his love of inflicting pain on others in WGWF and EPW and one among the fight in EPW, Damage challenged his opponent to an inferno match and during the match, Damage was powerbombed on the burning table by his opponent. But ever since the fatal injury Damage is now what he used to be, He is Different. Either way he is now going to fight for the rebel Championship in his hometown at this PPV called Shockwave. This personality of Damage scares me. He has been medically cleared physically to compete. This is why we are attending this opening press conference announcing
Damage has mental scars due to the fire and he didn’t run for his life when the fire is on his skin, rather he was laying out cold and it was the EMT’s who ran and saved his life, but soon after this nearly fatal injury, Damage walked up to his opponent and laid him out with his finisher called “Highway to Hell” on the patient bed. The Opponent was also having medical aid in other room with his manager. It seems the move was very appropriately named. This incident is totally different from other wrestlers, Actually this is n’t human tendency to walk up as nothing happened after a freaking fire on his skin to the man who delivered him to the fire and beat the shit out of him is… is … not the human. His speech and physicallity were not effected, neither was his skin part which caught the fire. His symptoms are severe in other areas. He suffers from hallucinations quite frequently. He gets terrible headaches with his condition that cannot be corrected. It can be quite embarrassing when he has his episodes. That is all part of being his friend. My position as his sponsor is on a volunteer basis. I can leave anytime I choose. I stay because there are parts of him that I like very much.
When Damage feels threatened, he squeezes my hand firmly. It makes me happy when he holds my hand. It has happening now more and more over the past few weeks. It does worry me that he insists on wrestling even when it almost killed him. He does look quite handsome in his blue dress shirt and black suit jacket. He refuses to wear a tie. He said it feels like a noise around his neck. He is the most calm person I have ever met. But when he gets those headaches it changes. He is always very gentle with me even when he is in such pain. It makes me cry when he hurts like that.
Announcer: “Ladies and Gentlemen it gives me great pleasure to welcome all of you to the Genesis of A new day in the world of professional wrestling. This will tell each of you what the coming of EPW’s Shockwave means. It is my honor to introduce the owner of Elite Prime Wrestling, “Boss Lady” Mis Britlyn Baylor.”
The crowd begins to clap vigorously as the conservatively dressed lady walks to the podium as he shakes hands with the announcer. It puts a smile on Brooke's face to see all of this. The smile leaves when her hand begins to feel pain. There is no mistaking what that squeeze means. Damage is going to do something out of character for him.
Damage drops to the ground holding his head with one of those horrible headaches. He has one hand on his temple while the other is holding the back of his neck. Brooke drops to his side to hold his neck. It is the fear in his eyes that always scares her. With a tear in his eye, both eyes shut to block out to pain.
When Damage's eyes open he is in a field of flowers underneath a blue sky. The weather is mild as he pulls off his suit coat. The man is definitely in shape as the muscles in his back ripple against the fabric of the thin shirt he is wearing. He notices a younger man striding confidently towards him. The man has no fear of Damage. The first thing Damage notices is that he is strikingly handsome.
Man: “Welcome!”
Damage: “Where am I?”
Man: “This is the world of your euphoria. This world has everything your world lacks. You have never been to this exact spot, but you are quite comfortable here in Eden.”
Damage: “Why am I here?”
Man: “First things first. My name is Kash. We shall follow the rules of your female companion and not use last names. It is time you learned everything. That way you can make the decision about whether to continue this pursuit of your dream to be a pro wrestler.”
Damage: “People call me Damage.”
The man in the blue shirt is a bit taken aback that the handsome man before him is laughing quite hysterically. He slaps Damage on the back as the handsome blonde man continues.
Kash: “I know very well who you are Damage. I know you have signed a to face the Rebel Champion John Blaze. I know you face Jarek in your first match. I know your female companion fears for your safety. I know every single detail your brain has blocked out. It is time you had the information you need to decide your fate.”
Damage: “My fate?”
Kash: “Yes. Now you took a bad move of trusting others in your inferno match against your opponent had threw you on the fire. Do you even know that you do not have the burnt scars on your skin ? Looks like somebody is impressing the man that lives in down there. Hell! But
You landed on your head at a bad angle. It left portions of your brain damaged. The human brain is really a wonderful machine. It has mechanisms in place to protect itself. Your loss of memory about anything that happened that day was to protect you.”
Damage: “Wait! Who the hell are you?”
Kash: “I am one of those mechanisms the brain uses to protect you from your trauma. You created me. Or to be more accurate, your brain created me. When you get those headaches, I take over. I make up for those losses.”
Damage: “So you expect me to believe we are in my mind right now and you are a mechanism my brain created to protect me?”
Kash: “It is the truth. I am everything you wish you were. I look how you want to look. I fuck how you want to fuck. I am confident and capable. More importantly I am free in all the ways you are not. I'm the dream of what you would love to be.”
Damage: “You look a little old to be seven years old.”
Kash: “You were dealt a fucked up hand in the poker game of Life my friend. I was created long before your dream was taken away. You see your parents were monsters. You were physically and mentally abused before you could walk. You have a fucking price of shit father who was an alcoholic and drug abuser. He was a violent drunk and beat the shit out of you before you were out of the crib. Your mother was addicted to cocaine and pain medication. She also beat the shit out of you. Your father was hell on Earth but nothing compared to your fucking mother. On top of beating the fuck out of you, she sexually abused you from the age of five on. That was when you created this world as an escape from all of that bullshit. I was created at the same time.”
Damage: “Mr… That's a lie!”
Kash: “Sorry, Damage. This world was created to be the antithesis of your world and environment. I could not lie even if I wanted to. This world is everything you wish your environment was. Your God is fucked up!”
Damage: “God is not what you say!”
Kash: “What kind of God allows that fucking shit to happen? You need to get familiar with the concept that God hates us. God never loved you or he would have answered one of your prayers. Did he kill your fucking piece of shit parents? Did he protect you in your inferno match against that walking piece of crap eating machine called Colossus? What has that cocksucker ever done for you but ignore you? If the history of God in your life tells us anything, you can be fucking sure he ain't protecting you against John Blaze or he is not going to get you the Rebel Championship belt.”
Damage: “Without God we are lawless.”
Kash: “Damned fucking right! He has told us all we are going to be millionaires and movie stars and rock God's but we won't. We are starting to realize that. And we are very pissed off about it.”
Damage: “Have you ever been to that other world?”
Kash: “Other than when I handle the shit your brain won't allow you to?”
Damage: “Excuse me?”
Kash: ”Whenever you shut down, I take the fuck over. Those headaches shut you down completely. That which you cannot handle, I handle. But those headaches protect you from yourself. But enough of that for now. I need your help with a developing situation.”
Damage: “What situation?”
Kash: ”Fucking politicians. Corruption is the only thing that invades us and you have to fix it. Sorry bro. Gotta go.”
Damage: “Wait!”
Lying on the ground, Kash opens his eyes with a smile in the middle of the EPW Opening Press Conference. Brooke looks down at him with tears in her eyes and a smile. She strokes his long blonde hair as those piercing blue eyes gaze through her soul.
Kash: “What did I miss?”
Brooke: “Damned near giving me a heart attack!”
Kash: “Your heart looks just fine from where I sit.”
Brooke: “Can you stand?”
Kash: “Fuck yeah I can stand!”
“Boss Lady” Britlyn Balor: “We are very excited about this next match! Damage vs. The Rebel Champion John Blaze. Both men appear to be capable of winning this match! This one could very well steal the show.”
Kash jumps up as if he was shot. He has left Brooke sitting on the floor in amazement. He rushes towards the podium and stands a couple of feet from the owner of the company. Kash has a sheet on his face as Britlyn seems a bit taken aback by the interruption.
Kash: “You bet your ass I am stealing the mother fucking show! I will drag that fat fuck where ever the hell I feel like. You have a better chance of owning a fucking afro than fatty afro has of ever beating me. I will use whatever the fuck I need to. I will define what EPW truly fucking means!”
Of course, the security is not real thrilled with the interruption of this history making event. Kash is dragged away by the arms as Britlyn is seriously pissed off at the proceeding. Kash flashes a grin at Brooke as she follows behind calling his name. She does not appear real happy with how Damage handled the situation. Okay fine. She is seriously pissed off.
Kash is dropped off behind the stage in the infirmary. They didn't have anywhere to keep a prisoner. They were not equipped to handle this situation. Kash is dropped off right after a Savage fist smacked him in the back of the head…
Damage is still quite confused about the information that Kash had given him. Some of it made some sense, but some of it didn't. Maybe Kash was designed to be the polar opposite of Damage. Yeah that has to be it.
The big man finds himself behind a kitchen area where dignitaries appear to be dining. He finds six people dressed in white suit coats and black pants with black his ties. He finds the attire strange only to see he is wearing the same clothing. Damage does a double take as an older gentleman has been tackled and is on the ground.
Damage: “Lose the fucking pants!”
The six men pull the pants of the older gentleman down. Damage was shocked as Kash's words came out of his mouth. He lights a cigarette and inhales quickly. It was more to calm his nerves than to enjoy it.
Blonde man: “His balls are cold!”
Kash: “You are going to shut the fuck up. You sit on thrones of power but you forget one thing. We cook your fucking food. We drive your cars. We clean your clothes. We clean your fancy motel rooms. We control you not the other way around. We are essential to your fucking survival. DO NOT FUCK WITH US! Next time we have this talk, your balls are coming with us.”
The man pulls his pants up hastily and runs away as fast as his old legs will allow. A smile steals across Damage's face as the blonde man sets his hand on his shoulder.
Blonde Man: “Why did you let him go?”
Damage: “That old geezer will have a better tasting meal than you and I will ever have. The air he breathes will feel cleaner. The sex will be more intense. Every sense he has will be heightened. He now knows he needs us not the other way around. Besides we know exactly where to find him. We can take his balls another day.”
Kash wakes up with a bit of a lump on his head, but otherwise none the worse for wear. Brooke is looking at the man she thinks she knows. She strokes his hair as those eyes Pierce her soul.
Brooke: “What was the point of that?”
Kash: “It's my Best day in the wrestling company. I needed to put John Blaze and the rest of the EPW on notice. I am not someone to be played with.”
Kash grins at her as she leans over and kisses him deeply. Brooke has feelings for Damage but this new side of him she finds irresistible. They start peeling clothes off as her tanned body and dark hair rub against the body of Kash. They begin kissing deeply as she rolls her naked body on top. She is very much into this action as Damage looks up at her in amazement.
Kash: “You owe me one, Damage.”
Damage has no family and he has never loved or taken care in his childhood, all he loved is that joy of inflicting pain on others as he loved the cry that comes out of his victims. All knows was the world is mean and this mean world is indeed knows one language that is fear. Damage has been in the world of wrestling since his illegal street fight days, Damage worked as a bodyguard for a Japanese Don who hired watching his street fight matches. After his master’s death in a shoutout, Damage left the underworld and never wrestled for two year. After two years, he started ti wander inside wrestling world and found his love of inflicting pain on others in WGWF and EPW and one among the fight in EPW, Damage challenged his opponent to an inferno match and during the match, Damage was powerbombed on the burning table by his opponent. But ever since the fatal injury Damage is now what he used to be, He is Different. Either way he is now going to fight for the rebel Championship in his hometown at this PPV called Shockwave. This personality of Damage scares me. He has been medically cleared physically to compete. This is why we are attending this opening press conference announcing
Damage has mental scars due to the fire and he didn’t run for his life when the fire is on his skin, rather he was laying out cold and it was the EMT’s who ran and saved his life, but soon after this nearly fatal injury, Damage walked up to his opponent and laid him out with his finisher called “Highway to Hell” on the patient bed. The Opponent was also having medical aid in other room with his manager. It seems the move was very appropriately named. This incident is totally different from other wrestlers, Actually this is n’t human tendency to walk up as nothing happened after a freaking fire on his skin to the man who delivered him to the fire and beat the shit out of him is… is … not the human. His speech and physicallity were not effected, neither was his skin part which caught the fire. His symptoms are severe in other areas. He suffers from hallucinations quite frequently. He gets terrible headaches with his condition that cannot be corrected. It can be quite embarrassing when he has his episodes. That is all part of being his friend. My position as his sponsor is on a volunteer basis. I can leave anytime I choose. I stay because there are parts of him that I like very much.
When Damage feels threatened, he squeezes my hand firmly. It makes me happy when he holds my hand. It has happening now more and more over the past few weeks. It does worry me that he insists on wrestling even when it almost killed him. He does look quite handsome in his blue dress shirt and black suit jacket. He refuses to wear a tie. He said it feels like a noise around his neck. He is the most calm person I have ever met. But when he gets those headaches it changes. He is always very gentle with me even when he is in such pain. It makes me cry when he hurts like that.
Announcer: “Ladies and Gentlemen it gives me great pleasure to welcome all of you to the Genesis of A new day in the world of professional wrestling. This will tell each of you what the coming of EPW’s Shockwave means. It is my honor to introduce the owner of Elite Prime Wrestling, “Boss Lady” Mis Britlyn Baylor.”
The crowd begins to clap vigorously as the conservatively dressed lady walks to the podium as he shakes hands with the announcer. It puts a smile on Brooke's face to see all of this. The smile leaves when her hand begins to feel pain. There is no mistaking what that squeeze means. Damage is going to do something out of character for him.
Damage drops to the ground holding his head with one of those horrible headaches. He has one hand on his temple while the other is holding the back of his neck. Brooke drops to his side to hold his neck. It is the fear in his eyes that always scares her. With a tear in his eye, both eyes shut to block out to pain.
When Damage's eyes open he is in a field of flowers underneath a blue sky. The weather is mild as he pulls off his suit coat. The man is definitely in shape as the muscles in his back ripple against the fabric of the thin shirt he is wearing. He notices a younger man striding confidently towards him. The man has no fear of Damage. The first thing Damage notices is that he is strikingly handsome.
Man: “Welcome!”
Damage: “Where am I?”
Man: “This is the world of your euphoria. This world has everything your world lacks. You have never been to this exact spot, but you are quite comfortable here in Eden.”
Damage: “Why am I here?”
Man: “First things first. My name is Kash. We shall follow the rules of your female companion and not use last names. It is time you learned everything. That way you can make the decision about whether to continue this pursuit of your dream to be a pro wrestler.”
Damage: “People call me Damage.”
The man in the blue shirt is a bit taken aback that the handsome man before him is laughing quite hysterically. He slaps Damage on the back as the handsome blonde man continues.
Kash: “I know very well who you are Damage. I know you have signed a to face the Rebel Champion John Blaze. I know you face Jarek in your first match. I know your female companion fears for your safety. I know every single detail your brain has blocked out. It is time you had the information you need to decide your fate.”
Damage: “My fate?”
Kash: “Yes. Now you took a bad move of trusting others in your inferno match against your opponent had threw you on the fire. Do you even know that you do not have the burnt scars on your skin ? Looks like somebody is impressing the man that lives in down there. Hell! But
You landed on your head at a bad angle. It left portions of your brain damaged. The human brain is really a wonderful machine. It has mechanisms in place to protect itself. Your loss of memory about anything that happened that day was to protect you.”
Damage: “Wait! Who the hell are you?”
Kash: “I am one of those mechanisms the brain uses to protect you from your trauma. You created me. Or to be more accurate, your brain created me. When you get those headaches, I take over. I make up for those losses.”
Damage: “So you expect me to believe we are in my mind right now and you are a mechanism my brain created to protect me?”
Kash: “It is the truth. I am everything you wish you were. I look how you want to look. I fuck how you want to fuck. I am confident and capable. More importantly I am free in all the ways you are not. I'm the dream of what you would love to be.”
Damage: “You look a little old to be seven years old.”
Kash: “You were dealt a fucked up hand in the poker game of Life my friend. I was created long before your dream was taken away. You see your parents were monsters. You were physically and mentally abused before you could walk. You have a fucking price of shit father who was an alcoholic and drug abuser. He was a violent drunk and beat the shit out of you before you were out of the crib. Your mother was addicted to cocaine and pain medication. She also beat the shit out of you. Your father was hell on Earth but nothing compared to your fucking mother. On top of beating the fuck out of you, she sexually abused you from the age of five on. That was when you created this world as an escape from all of that bullshit. I was created at the same time.”
Damage: “Mr… That's a lie!”
Kash: “Sorry, Damage. This world was created to be the antithesis of your world and environment. I could not lie even if I wanted to. This world is everything you wish your environment was. Your God is fucked up!”
Damage: “God is not what you say!”
Kash: “What kind of God allows that fucking shit to happen? You need to get familiar with the concept that God hates us. God never loved you or he would have answered one of your prayers. Did he kill your fucking piece of shit parents? Did he protect you in your inferno match against that walking piece of crap eating machine called Colossus? What has that cocksucker ever done for you but ignore you? If the history of God in your life tells us anything, you can be fucking sure he ain't protecting you against John Blaze or he is not going to get you the Rebel Championship belt.”
Damage: “Without God we are lawless.”
Kash: “Damned fucking right! He has told us all we are going to be millionaires and movie stars and rock God's but we won't. We are starting to realize that. And we are very pissed off about it.”
Damage: “Have you ever been to that other world?”
Kash: “Other than when I handle the shit your brain won't allow you to?”
Damage: “Excuse me?”
Kash: ”Whenever you shut down, I take the fuck over. Those headaches shut you down completely. That which you cannot handle, I handle. But those headaches protect you from yourself. But enough of that for now. I need your help with a developing situation.”
Damage: “What situation?”
Kash: ”Fucking politicians. Corruption is the only thing that invades us and you have to fix it. Sorry bro. Gotta go.”
Damage: “Wait!”
Lying on the ground, Kash opens his eyes with a smile in the middle of the EPW Opening Press Conference. Brooke looks down at him with tears in her eyes and a smile. She strokes his long blonde hair as those piercing blue eyes gaze through her soul.
Kash: “What did I miss?”
Brooke: “Damned near giving me a heart attack!”
Kash: “Your heart looks just fine from where I sit.”
Brooke: “Can you stand?”
Kash: “Fuck yeah I can stand!”
“Boss Lady” Britlyn Balor: “We are very excited about this next match! Damage vs. The Rebel Champion John Blaze. Both men appear to be capable of winning this match! This one could very well steal the show.”
Kash jumps up as if he was shot. He has left Brooke sitting on the floor in amazement. He rushes towards the podium and stands a couple of feet from the owner of the company. Kash has a sheet on his face as Britlyn seems a bit taken aback by the interruption.
Kash: “You bet your ass I am stealing the mother fucking show! I will drag that fat fuck where ever the hell I feel like. You have a better chance of owning a fucking afro than fatty afro has of ever beating me. I will use whatever the fuck I need to. I will define what EPW truly fucking means!”
Of course, the security is not real thrilled with the interruption of this history making event. Kash is dragged away by the arms as Britlyn is seriously pissed off at the proceeding. Kash flashes a grin at Brooke as she follows behind calling his name. She does not appear real happy with how Damage handled the situation. Okay fine. She is seriously pissed off.
Kash is dropped off behind the stage in the infirmary. They didn't have anywhere to keep a prisoner. They were not equipped to handle this situation. Kash is dropped off right after a Savage fist smacked him in the back of the head…
Damage is still quite confused about the information that Kash had given him. Some of it made some sense, but some of it didn't. Maybe Kash was designed to be the polar opposite of Damage. Yeah that has to be it.
The big man finds himself behind a kitchen area where dignitaries appear to be dining. He finds six people dressed in white suit coats and black pants with black his ties. He finds the attire strange only to see he is wearing the same clothing. Damage does a double take as an older gentleman has been tackled and is on the ground.
Damage: “Lose the fucking pants!”
The six men pull the pants of the older gentleman down. Damage was shocked as Kash's words came out of his mouth. He lights a cigarette and inhales quickly. It was more to calm his nerves than to enjoy it.
Blonde man: “His balls are cold!”
Kash: “You are going to shut the fuck up. You sit on thrones of power but you forget one thing. We cook your fucking food. We drive your cars. We clean your clothes. We clean your fancy motel rooms. We control you not the other way around. We are essential to your fucking survival. DO NOT FUCK WITH US! Next time we have this talk, your balls are coming with us.”
The man pulls his pants up hastily and runs away as fast as his old legs will allow. A smile steals across Damage's face as the blonde man sets his hand on his shoulder.
Blonde Man: “Why did you let him go?”
Damage: “That old geezer will have a better tasting meal than you and I will ever have. The air he breathes will feel cleaner. The sex will be more intense. Every sense he has will be heightened. He now knows he needs us not the other way around. Besides we know exactly where to find him. We can take his balls another day.”
Kash wakes up with a bit of a lump on his head, but otherwise none the worse for wear. Brooke is looking at the man she thinks she knows. She strokes his hair as those eyes Pierce her soul.
Brooke: “What was the point of that?”
Kash: “It's my Best day in the wrestling company. I needed to put John Blaze and the rest of the EPW on notice. I am not someone to be played with.”
Kash grins at her as she leans over and kisses him deeply. Brooke has feelings for Damage but this new side of him she finds irresistible. They start peeling clothes off as her tanned body and dark hair rub against the body of Kash. They begin kissing deeply as she rolls her naked body on top. She is very much into this action as Damage looks up at her in amazement.
Kash: “You owe me one, Damage.”
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