Randy "The Dragon" Young
I sit on a chair in my locker room, the FWA Championship belt in my hands. I stare at my reflection in the polished gold center plate and think back to how I got here. I was a struggling wrestler who couldn't make ends meet on the Indy circut. I tried every gimmick I could come up with just to get noticed and maybe earn a bigger paycheck. I sent tapes of myself competing to every promotion known to man, every one turning me down. I was about to give up when I got a letter from the FWA saying they were interested in giving me a tryout. Who knew just months later, I'd be sitting in the locker room of a major arena getting ready to make my FWA debut. I guess I had to have done something right in the eyes of the boss to even be considered a contender to the belt I'm now holding. Then came the match, if you can even call it that, it was so sudden, against Con Bena for the title. I am surprised I even lasted five minutes against the guy, let alone actually beat him for the belt. Now comes the challenge of defending this belt. I hope I'm up to it.
Nightmare
I stare at the blood on the gloves I wear. I wear them so if I murder my opponent in the ring, there will be no fingerprints. That drunk idiot thought a six pack of booze would give him the extra boost to beat me and now he's on his way to the hospital, hopefully never to come back. All my life, I've sought some level of revenge for my lousy childhood, and tonight was just another step in righting my past. The next step is when I get my hands on Tajiri and end his career as well as his run as U.S. Champion. Then, I'll set my sights on that little pissant Randy Young and his FWA Title. Once I have that, I won't stop just destroying whoever gets in my way.
 Phenom_85 · Mon Sep 22, 2008 @ 04:09am · 2 Comments |
