Post by Van Der Kamp on Oct 1, 2010 14:42:24 GMT -6
~How Are The Mighty Fallen?~
[/I][/center]Larsen Van Der Kamp gets out of a car outside his apartment. It is late at night. He steps out of the car and Tau leans out.
TAU:
“Excellent work today my friend. Nassor has assured me that the boss is very pleased with your work.”
LARSEN:
“Glad to hear it. I’ll see you on Tuesday.”
TAU:
“Have a good weekend, and good luck with your match on Sunday.”
Tau closes the car door and it drives away. Larsen goes into his apartment building and walks through the door of his suite. He takes his jacket off and enters the bathroom. He stands over the bathroom sink and washes his hands. His hands are covered with blood. He looks up and peers into the mirror.
How has my life come to this? I went from standing firmly on the moral high ground to compromising my every value. I have become obsessed with learning about my past, and in the process of trying to find out who I was, I have lost track of who I am.
Larsen finishes washing the blood off his hands and walks over to his mattress on the ground. He lies down.
Even my wrestling career has suffered as a result. I entered this business and took it by storm. I climbed the ladder and made it to the top. I went from Main Eventing a Pay Per View, to losing the opening match. My focus inside, and outside of the ring is gone. The worst part is, I don’t know if I will ever get it all back. I feel as though I’m neck deep in quicksand, and sinking fast. If I try to escape the mob, Nassor will surely have me killed. The few memories I have of him show me that he is not a man to be messed with. There is no other way but to see this through. The problem is, with every man I kill the more aware I am of how far I have drifted from who I really am.
Larsen’s phone rings. He answers it.
LARSEN:
“Hello.”
PATEL:
”Are you alone?”
LARSEN:
“Yes.”
PATEL:
”I just received a call from one of my field agents. He said that a Judge was found murdered in his home. This judge had some known ties to your organization. Was that your handy work?”[/I]
LARSEN:
“The Judge was a double minded man. By day he put our guys away, but by night he liked to indulge in some of the vices we provide.”
PATEL:
”Drugs?”
LARSEN:
“Drugs, prostitution, you name it, he tried it. Unfortunately for him, he forgot to hold up his end of the bargain and didn’t secure some of our men the early release he promised. This was njot the first time he let the organization down. He needed to be dealt with.”
PATEL:
”I assume you have proof of his indiscretions.”
LARSEN:
“Come on Patel, you know how this works. I’m not the guy who sees the proof, I’m the guy who does the dirty work.”
PATEL:
“This is your third high profile murder this month. I don’t know how much longer I can turn a blind eye to this.”
LARSEN:
“You asked me to deliver Nassor. I can’t get close enough to him to accomplish that task without getting my hands very dirty. This whole operation was your idea. Besides, everyone I’ve killed have been as crooked as the people I work for. It‘s not like I‘m killing innocents here.”
PATEL:
”Alright, just get me something on Nassor fast. And watch yourself, you’re starting to sound like one of them. Innocent or not, taking a life is never justified.”
Larsen prepares to respond, but the line goes dead. Larsen closes his phone and throws it across the room.
Perhaps Patel is right. I have often worried that I’m working too hard at justifying my actions. The only justification that can come is us bringing Nassor down, and me learning the truth about my past. Only then will I be able to truly justify what I have done.
Larsen lies back down and closes his eyes.
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”I once stood at the top of the mountain in the SWA. I was the number one contender for the SWA championship. I held a non title victory over the SWA Champion. I had only 2 losses on my record. Now here I am coming off of a loss to SWA’s resident undercard jobber Duke Wallace. From top to bottom within one match. I could blame my current personal circumstances, I could blame the less than supportive bosses of the SWA, The Sedition, I could even blame Gabreal Martin for again taking the cowards road and costing me the match with a sneak attack. The truth of it is though, these things would not have stopped me several; months back. My personal life was always complicated, The Sedition has always tried to hold me back, and Gabreal Martin has always tried to cost me matches. The blame can only land in one place and that is squarely on myself. It is my lack of focus, and my lack of desire that has brought me to this place.
A short time ago, the idea of Teen Throb’s stock in the SWA being higher than mine was laughable. Now it has become a reality. He stands as the Extreme Combat Champion. A man who also holds a non title victory over the SWA Champion. He stands as a man on a roll, and I as a man in a slump. I once stood at the top and watched as Teen Throb tried to climb his way up, now I’m at the bottom of the ladder looking up at him. Though it is true that I hold a victory over him, that does not give me any false sense of security in this match. First of all, the Teen Throb I faced many months ago is not the same Teen Throb we see now. Teen Throb’s arrogance has transformed into proven confidence before our eyes. He has gone from a man who seemed to speak of abilities that were not present, to being a man speaking of abilities that everyone has seen, and know to exist.
At the same time, I am not the same Larsen Van Der Kamp I was then. Back then I was a man confident in my abilities, and secure with myself. That security has been replaced with insecurity. Though I am aware that I have everything it takes to defeat, I am unsure that I will be able to deliver when the time comes. It is an uncomfortable place to be. I would like to be able to guarantee victory on Sunday, but I just don’t know if it will happen. How sad is it, that this man who was once everyone’s favorite, this man who once had not only the self confidence, but also the confidence of the fans, now has been reduced to self doubt and insecurity heading into a match against a man who spends his week days singing and dancing for pre-teen girls. I try to muster up the confidence, but it’s just not there.
So the question now is, do I have what it takes, or am I all washed up? Can I rebound and make my way back to the top, or will I continue to lie in the weeds? I don’t have the answers to these questions, but I do know this. I have the ability to defeat Teen Throb. I have done it before, and I can do it again. All I have to do is reach down deep and find the Larsen Van Der Kamp who entered the SWA and took it by storm. Is he still there? I honestly don’t know, but this Sunday I will find out. I know Teen Throb will bring his A game. He always does. Now all there is left to see is if my A game is enough. This Sunday I may not come out on top, but I will know what I am made of. I will know if I still have what it takes to reach the top.”[/b]
