Meet You at the Gates of Hell? Say Direct Hit-ish?

Scene I: Inner Thoughts

Direct Hit came and went with another blur. This time I felt as if I was able to go and get my point across. First, I destroyed my so called "friends" in the ring and left with my North American title strapped snuggly around my waist. Then as the main event match between Kaos and Chuck came to a close, I came out and showed everyone what my main focus is. I want that Universal title. I want it bad. I want it now.

When I came out and pointed at the Universal title, people seemed shocked. Do you actually think that I am satisfied holding just one title? My hunger is too great for even the Universal title to fufill, but I know it will at least ease the pain. When I said I wanted to be the very best there is, I meant it. I don't make empty statements like eighty five percent of the NLWF roster does at the moment. I plan to actually be the best and that starts this week.

I have begged and pleaded with management to give me a challenge in that ring and I have finally recieved the match that I have been asking for. I hope you do not go and dissappoint me as Joe Santiago did, Kaos. I would assume that you hold that Universal title for a reason, just as I hold the North American title. These title allow us to say that we are at the top of the ladder here in NLWF. We are the upper echleon. We are the ones who set the standard and I believe it is time for us to step it up a bit.

Since we have both stepped into the ring, people have looked on in awe and have wondered when we would get to meet. Our match this week may seem to be more outright spectacular to people due to the fact that we are both champions, but we can not let our minds stray from the big picture. We are two of the top stars on Direct Hit and this is our chance to see if the other one is the real deal or just a piece of over hyped up trash. This a battle for respect. This is a battle to prove who is the top champion on Direct Hit. We need this and the ratings sure as hell need this.

Do you take it to heart that Direct Hit has now become the "B" show? Direct Hit used to be the flagship brand of the NLWF but look at it now. I hate to say it, but we have kind of just dropped off a map. There is no one to blame but ourselves Kaos. We are the champions. We are the ones who are supposed to go out there and put on a show for everyone when we are asked to. I know I have not been given the opportunity to anytime reccently, but I hope that will change soon. Maybe our match will show eple that Direct Hit in fact has an immense level of talent, we just need to figure out how we can bounce off of each other.

You are a dark man, Kaos and putting you in the ring with someone like me is sure to go and draw a large increase in the ratings. You are unpredictable. People have no idea what you expect from you. Me? They have grown accustomed to me stepping into the ring with people who are not close to my level of talent. They are use to me being put in that ring with a piece of shit as if I need the wins to boost my confidence. They do not seem to realize that I want competition. I want someone who can come down to that ring and bash my head in. I feel that is currently what I need to push me to the next level. I do not like pain, but I feel someone that can kick my ass will help me deal with losing. I have won for several weeks in a row and I am not sure how I will react if I were to lose this week.

But for the record, I do not plan on losing. I hope you give me a challenge, but either way I will be sure to leave with a victory. I heard your rant and rave about the history of addiction in my family. I hope you are not caught up on that thought because unfortunaetly for you, I am one apple that did stray away from the family tree. While my parents were out doing drugs and whatnot, I was out trying to better myself as an athelete. Drugs have never been me and your statement about my friend was down right false. My history may not be as dark as yours Kaos, but I have seen some shit in my time. I have been to heel and back as they say and I have only been left with a few scars and a few bad memories.

You seem to always want to speak about this how dark and demented you are. I do not see this one bit, Kaos. All of these bad things...you talk about. You do not live them in the ring. It seems to make me think that this whole gimmick is a cry for attention. You are angered that people do not watch you as they once did. When Kristopher Kaos is talked about, most people have nothing but good things to say. They speak of times where you beat wrestlers who were supposed to be great and of other times where to held titles that no longer exist. I do not see what they speak of at all. I sit back and watch and I see is a man who happened to come into NLWF at the right time. You got an opportunity at gold in your second match. Wow. I thought I won a title quick.

People speak of you as being great but you have not made the same impact here that you made in your past feds. It makes me want to ask why, but I already know the answer. In your past feds, they saw you build from the ground up. People saw you start at the bottom and become something great over a large period of time. Here in NLWF, you were thrusted to the top right when you arrived. I know that you asked to be at the bottom and I kind of feel sorry for you. People didnt get to see you evolve, so the level you compete at has always stayed the same for them. In a way, it has become...boring. People want something new and exciting. I am that something.

You are right about one thing though Kaos. Had I not gotten into that car that day with my friend, I would have been a superstar. I don't know where I got it from but my athletic abilities seemed to be the best in the state of Michigan. I was recruit for both football and basketball. Before I could go and make a choice for what sport I wanted to play in college or even the school, a higher power decided on my fate. For all I know, the path I was forced to take was the better one...but there is always that question in the back of my mind. What would have happend if I went to college? Would I be in the NBA or the NFL as we speak? I dont' know, but I wish I could have found out.

I made the best of a bad situation Kaos and look where it has gotten me. I stand here as the North American champion and one of the top draws in the NLWF. Apparently everything has worked out fine for me. Everything will work out fine for me this week too Kaos as I plan to come down to that ring and beat you senseless. I hope you can give me the challenge I am looking for, but in the end it does not matter. I want to go into Simple Survival with the momentum on my side as I do not know who I am facing.

Your match for next week is set and you know that challenge that you must face, but I have no fucking clue. I must go into a major event with no idea what is going to happen to me. I am a little dissappointed though. I thought the match I would participate in would have been built up and hyped to be something major. Apparently not.

Are you ready for your biggest challenge yet, Kaos? You live in the shadows and I thrive in the spotlights. The two ultimate opposites must collide in that ring and only one can walk away. I will prevail. Our matche is just a few days away and my anticipation has grown higher than ever. I'll meet you at the gates of hell, Kaos.

Scene II: Why?

The scene opens up in the hotel room of Demetrius Randall. Demetrius is standing next to the alrge window that gives him a beautiful view of the city. Demetrius watches as the lights of the town all come on simeltaniously as it is dusk. Demetrius places his hand on the mirror and smirks.

"In two days....in two days I get what I have ultimaetly been asking for." Demetrius whispers to himself.

He slides his hand down the window as he turns his body away from the view of the almost always lively city. Demetrius takes a few steps from the window and stares down at his feet.

"I can do this. This is the opportunity I have been looking for." Demetrius whispers as he starts to walk again.

He stops just short of the bed. Sitting there looking up at him is his North American title. The lamp next to the bed seems to illuminate the title making it look almost too heavenly to even lay on the bed beneath it. Demetrius stares, his eyes focused on his engraved name on the title.

"When did you get out here?" Demetrius asks, an eyebrow raised.

The title lies on the bed, nothing happening.

"ANSWER ME!" Demetrius demands with a growl.

A glimmer of light flashes across the title.

"I got out here about the time you started doubting yourself."

Demetrius takes an uneasy step forward.

"I don't doubt myself." Demetrius replies.

"Oh yes, you do. I can feel it. You think that just because Kaos is the Universal champion that that somehow makes him better than you."

Demetrius frowns and looks away.

"In the eyes of managment it does." Demetrius answers.

Demetrius can't stand to look at his title as he feels the wave of doubt rush over him like it has so many times before.

"Why do you let this emotion effect you?"

Demetrius turns his head back towards the title, a look of disgust now covering his face.

"You don't know what it feels like to doubt yourself." Demetrius says, hating the very words that seem to fall out of his mouth.

"I sit here and I watch it tearing you apart on the inside. Thats all I need to know to understand."

"This is my big chance and I can't let it slip through my fingers. I have worked too damn hard to get where I am. I have earned this match against Kaos. I can't lose to him one week before Simple Survival." Demetrius says as his face goes back to being emotionless.

"You won't lose. Not as long as you have me by your side. I am your secret weapon. I am your X factor. You come to me in your time of need and I will be sure to make sure you pull through."

"I don't want to have to rely on anyone or anything." Demetrius says as he turns his attention back towards the window.

He isn't use to this stuff. Demetrius isn't use to the doubt or the worry. The world around him seems to be changing one brick at a time. He knows that eventually the house will come crashing down and the true test of will shall begin.

"I was sent here to make sure you make it through this Demetrius. I'm not just here to be some fucking piece of hardware for you. I have bigger plans than that."

Demetrius closes his eyes and absorbs the words. Bigger plans? I thought I was in control of this? Since when did he get the authority to make decisions on his own?

"I don't know." Demetrius says as his eyes slowly open.

"Thats exactly why I am here. You never know. You don't show enough ambition. You need to go after what you want rather than stepping back and trying to let it come to you."

"I'll give it a try...." Demetrius mutters as his eyes focus on the moving cars on one of the street below.

Their gleaming headlights seem to entrance Demetrius as they pass at increasing speeds. Eventually they become one long yellow blur and the world around Demetrius begins to shake. His mind feels as if it is melting and he steps back from the mirror. He places his hand in front of him only to watch as it turns to dust before him. He tries to scream, but his tongue is no longer where it needs to be. Demetrius' trance is broken by the ringing of his cell phone. His vision returns and everything around him goes from a motion blur to what it once was. Demetrius looks down and notices that his North American title is no longer on the bed, but now strapped snuggly around his waist. Demetrius wipes his face and removes his phone from his pocket. He puts it on speakerphone as a head splitting headache hits.

"Hello?" Demetrius asks, starting to rub his temples.

"Is this Demetrius Xavier Randall?" A woman's voice on the other line asks.

"Yeah, who the hell is this?" Demetrius asks removing his hand from his head.

"Its Natalie Randall, your mom........."

Demetrius' face goes blank and the color seems to fade from his entire body as he drops the phone. The world around him begins to shake as spin as he looks down at the phone.

"Mom?"

The scene fades.