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[Majestic] Syren vs. [Free Agent] Cody Williams; Icons Bracket - Regular Match
Topic Started: Feb 19 2012, 04:29 PM (244 Views)
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Be not afraid of greatness
Some are born great, some achieve greatness
And some have greatness thrust upon them

- William Shakespeare



Neurosurgical Association of San Antonio
San Antonio, TX
Dr. Lloyd Youngblood, M.D.



The Doctor's office.

A place that I am all too familiar with. Over the span of my thirteen, going on fourteen year career as a professional wrestler I have made countless visits to the emergency room. Looking back at all of the injuries that I had sustained over the course of my career I have lost count of how many joints I have dislocated, how many muscles and ligaments I have torn, the countless bones I have broken. The list goes on and on, and it is beyond me and by the hands of God that I am still able to walk on my own free will and continue pursuing this career that has taken me all over the world several times over. The last time I had visited the Doctor's office it was to check up on an injury that has been re-occuring since I first sustained it in 2002 during a tour in Japan. What was the injury you ask? A broken neck. It happened during the last stop of a Japanese tour I was doing and funny enough it was during the main event. The wrestler that I was competing against called an audible for a piledriver so I did what any normal professional would do, I braced myself and tucked my head. Little did I know that the person I was in the ring with had a personal vendetta against me and was looking to take me out by any means necessary. As I went through the motions for the piledriver, he continued to lift me up and instead of doing the move he called for he instead dropped my right on top of my head. Through my own will and determination, I was able to muster up the strength to finish the match as planned and send the Japanese crowd home with a smile on their face.

I wasn't aware that my neck was broken right away. It's not like at that moment when I was dropped on my head that I could feel my vertebrae snapping and knowing that my career was over, or that I would never be able to walk again. In the moment, yes I knew something was wrong but the extent of it I did not know of. I continued wrestling for another month or two before I finally realized the extent of the injury. I was so naive to it, I just continued to keep pushing it off and assumed that it was only a pinched nerve or something like a pulled muscle or something. It was part of my daily routine to see a massage therapist and I would get massages and stuff but nothing helped. I went to my chiropractor to get routine adjustments, but instead of relieving my pain it just aggravated it even more and I knew something just wasn't right about me. I found difficulty in sleeping and had troubles going to sleep at night and I just kept pushing it off thinking that it would get better on its own, or that I could just get through it if I forgot about it.

But one day all of a sudden I lost all the strength in my left arm and my spine started to have a burning sensation constantly, and on top of that it became harder and harder getting out of bed every morning. So, at this point, I realized something was very wrong and sucked up my pride and finally decided that it was time to see a doctor, only being able to cross my fingers and hope for the best. I decided to see Dr. Lloyd Youngblood in San Antonio, Texas, a world renown neurosurgeon who has performed countless numbers of successful neck surgeries on professional wrestling. So if I was going to put my career and my neck in the hands of someone it would be no one but him. After a consultation, taking some x-rays and running some tests he told me that if I keep going like this, I would either end up in a wheelchair or permanently paralyzed unless I got surgery. It was a tough pill to swallow hearing that, knowing that if I continue wrestling the way I do I could lose it all. That, or I could take a chance on this surgery with no guarantee that it would be successful and take a risk on ending my career when I all I wanted to do was extend it. By Doctor's orders, I stopped wrestling, leaving my legion of fans all over the world without a hero to call their own. Of course in my absence they would find a new person to rally behind but any professional wrestler will tell you that there is no better feeling than walking out through those curtains and hearing a sold out crowd pop for you.. One of the greatest feelings in the world I tell you, and a real shot of adrenalin. Surgery was a success story for the ages, and I was relieved of the constant pain that I had to deal with but it never fully went away, the numb feeling in my left arm is still there to this day but being able to continue wrestling and being able to walk on my own two feet , to me it was worth it in the end.

And here I am.

AGAIN

I have found myself sitting on the cold, chilling metal surface of the Doctor's table waiting for the results of my latest regimen of tests and x-rays. It is never a good time when I come here, but it is something that needs to be done. I routinely have check-ups with Dr. Youngblood to make sure that everything is intact and that I can continue to compete in this profession that I have given everything to: my blood, my sweat, my tears, my body. I also feel a sense of comfort every time I come here knowing that my body is in the hands of a well versed and experience neurosurgeon. Looking at the walls, at the degree from Baylor College of Medicine, the award of residency from Walter Reed Army Medical Center, the numerous awards and commendations that Dr. Llloyd Youngblood has amassed over the many years he has performed surgeries brings me a sense of peace, safety, and calm.

The sounds of leather loafers making contact with the tile flooring of the facility could be heard, a chilling sound when knowing that the your health and overall livelihood were lying in the hands solely of the person whose footsteps those belong to. The footsteps started to sound closer and closer. With each step my heart began to beat faster and faster, to an ever increasing cadence, I began to perspire and sweat started to trickle down from my hairline, grazing my eyebrow and slowly trickling down my cheekbone, caressing my jaw before detaching itself from my chin. The ticking of the second hand on the clock hanging from the wall began to increase in volume with each tick and each tock. A hand was placed on the outside handle of the door and my eyes turned their attention to the handle, watching it slowly turn, the door creaking open as a pair of loafers, black slacks, and a Doctor's coat entered the room.

"Cody.." Dr. Youngblood said as he extended his arm towards me and shook my hand with that firm handshake that he was also well-known for, firmest handshake this side west of the Mississippi. He tossed my file folder onto the counter and grabbed his rolling chair. He took a seat and flashed me a smile.

"So what is it doc?" I asked. I wanted to know, I needed to know. But also at the same time I didn't want to know. If it was good news than I okay. But if it was bad news, I think I would be better off not knowing and continue performing every night, living a lie.

He took a deep breath and grabbed my file folder, opening it up, "Well.. There's good news and then there's bad news. What do you want to hear first?'

The worst of my fears had come true.

There was bad news.

I knew that there was going to be bad news. There's never just good news when you go in to get checked up for these kind of things. The dilemma now was, what did I want to hear first the good news? Or did I want to hear the bad news? Would the good news overshadow whatever the bad news could have been? Or would the bad news make the good news seem so irrelevant and minute that it wouldn't even matter? He proposed a single answer question to me, yet I had a million other questions running around rampant inside my head that I didn't know what to do.

I took a few seconds to ponder and then I took a deep breath, "The good news, I want to hear the good news first."

"Okay," he replied, "Well the good news is that everything looks fine and nothing major has occurred since your last check up and this one. So I think it is safe to say that you can wrestle for another day."

I let out a huge sigh of relief, "Oh thank God."

"And now for the bad news."

A million different things entered my mind, different kinds of situations, different ways that this could go. But for some reason I couldn't quite narrow down what on Earth the bad news could be. He told me that nothing major or drastic has happened, that I would be able to continue wrestling. So what could the bad news possibly be? I don't know, I was stumped.

Curious, I inquired, "Well, what's the bad news?"

Dr. Youngblood rolled his chair closer to me and leaned in. He places his hand on my shoulder and looked me right in my eyes for several seconds. He nodded his head, seemingly as a way to comfort me and took a slow, deep inhalation. "Cody, you're working on borrowed time. "

"What do you mean? I don't understand," I asked, raising an eyebrow, confused by his last statement.

"When I say that you are working on borrowed time, I mean exactly that. You are working on borrowed time. I'm not sure how much longer you would be able to perform the way you do, each and every night, for more than 200 days of the year. The years in the ring, the amount of injuries you have amassed, the tough and rigorous wrestling schedule you have going for yourself.. It is all taking a toll on your body. And more importantly, it's taking a toll on your neck. There's going to be a time, and in the near future when you are going to have to call it a day."

I quickly stood up, "Well how soon Doc? Please don't tell me any time soon! There's a tournament coming up. It's called God of Wrestling and I was hoping to compete in it. It's a 32 person tournament with competitors from more than six different wrestling promotions to crown the appropriately named God of Wrestling. It has four single elimination brackets, with the final four competitors competing in a steel cage match to determine the two finalists. From there, whoever the final two are, they have to fight it out in a last standing Hell In A Cell match. It's something that I need. It's something that I want. I have to compete Dr. Youngblood, I have to, I just have to!"

My emotions got the best of me and my eyes began to swell, my nostrils began to flare up, and my heart began to crescendo, almost tearing through my chest. I could feel the vein on the side of my head protruding from beneath my temple. The mucous in my nose began to build up and my sniffle reflex took over. My vision started to become blurry as I rapidly blinked my eyes, my tear valve becoming active and secreting my eyeballs. I blinked once more and a single tear escaped my eye well and began to trickle down my face.

"Look Cody, I understand the importance of this tournament to you but as a Doctor I must tell you that it isn't a good idea.. However, as a wrestling fan I will tell you this. You can compete in the tournament but I don't know how much longer you can continue to do this," Dr. Youngblood replied.

Interested in what he was talking about, I just had to ask, "What kind of timeline are we working with here Doc? Like how much longer do you think I can do this? I feel fine, I really, honestly feel perfectly fine."

"To be honest with you Cody, I don't see you doing this any much longer. At best, I would have to say no more than three years at max. But realistically, I don't think you should wrestle anymore after this year's end. However, we will continue to have our routine checkups, we will continue to monitor your situation and we will go from there, okay?" he said.

Reluctantly and kind of torn, I nodded my head, "Alright."

We both stood up and he went for our obligatory after appointment handshake but I instead chose to give him a friendly, and thankful embrace to let him know I was appreciative of everything that he has done for me over the years.

"Who knows? That's just an estimate. There have been plenty of people that have come through these doors and I told them a year or two, and five, ten years later they're still competing. So just take good care of that neck and continue physical therapy and see me often. Good luck in your tournament Cody, I wish you the best of luck in your match against..."

"Syren."


He reached for the door but froze in his tracks. He turned around to meet me and raised an eyebrow, "Syren? That's the female right? Well, Cody you've got quite the handful if you know what I mean! Hahaha."

"Yeah, she's quite the looker Doc. There are things that I would do to her that aren't appropriate for a professional wrestling show, for pornographic films maybe haha,"
I jokingly replied.

"Don't get into too much trouble, remember you're a married man now. I have a patient in the next room, i'll see you next month, tell Sasha and little Cody I said hi okay?"

"I will, thanks Dr. Youngblood."


While I may have received some good news today, I cannot forget to mention that I also received some disheartening news as well. Not quite the news I was hoping to hear today but nonetheless I am content that I will be able to wrestle for another day. The amount of days that I have left in my career is dwindling, and which each day that passes by I will be closer and closer to my expiration date. I can only hope that I will be able to wrestle for a couple more years, maybe even more as there are still several things that I would like to accomplish before I call it quits and hang up my boots. One of those things is to be able to win the God of Wrestling tournament, but to do that I will have to first get through my opening round opponent. That means that I will have to step inside the ring and go one on one with the vuluptuous, the vivacious, the stunning, Syren..

A girl.

SMH






Syren.

Five feet four inches, one hundred and twenty eight pounds of pure, raw, and unadulterated sex appeal.

A Goddess of a woman if I do say so myself, an almost perfect human specimen that can turn heads, make women jealous, and make grown men cry. For years, I am sure you have heard that you have what it takes to make it in a male dominated profession, that you had the sheer will power, spunkiness, pain threshold, and technical abilities to make it in professional wrestling. You have been told that you are one of the greatest, one of the best professional wrestlers of this day and age and that you have something that in this business we like to call the X-Factor, meaning you have a certain something, a certain kind of electricity, something about you that captivates the audience and keeps them coming crawling back for more. But let me the first to disappoint you and tell you how it is. All of these people have lied to you, have lied to you straight to your face and have fabricated this idea that you can last in a man's world. I am not sexist, nor am I against having female professional wrestlers, in fact I am all for it. However what I do have a problem with is female wrestlers thinking that they can go toe-to-toe, head to head with members of the opposite sex nearly twice their size. Those people who told you that you have "IT" well, they were wrong. And let me be the first to tell you, you do not have "IT".

Syren darling, baby doll.. I hate to break it to you but you DO NOT have "IT"! And I think that it is imperative, and outright important that you get to know exactly what "IT" is because in the mind of the most seasoned and well-travelled wrestling professionals, having "IT" is what determines if you are worth the investment of endless amounts of time, energy, and money that these promotions are putting into you. It's either you have "IT" or you don't. And Syren, you are not worth the time nor are you worth the money. The only time and money that you are worth is working the pole at a local stripper joint. To have "IT" goes beyond just good looks and a pretty face. You don't even have good looks to begin with. Okay, okay, I'm lying there. You are one of the most stunning, gorgeous, women I have ever come across and you have been blessed with an amazing body, so I would be lying if I said you didn't have the looks because baby you have got it. But to make it big in this business you have got to be a marketable male professional wrestler, with the good looks, the technical expertise, the verbal chops, and the "IT" factor. Now if only you were a strong, chiseled and perfectly molded specimen like myself. But good looks only get attention. People who have "IT" can maintain people's attention far beyond just a quick glance, or even a double take. Other than your so-totally awesome website, your overly high maintenance and stuck up blog, and appearing on television on a weekly basis, no one has even bothered to give you a second look. Your lack of in-ring prowess and God given microphone skills have caused the paying fans and the wrestling industry in general to turn the other cheek and look the other way.

Someone who has this X-Factor, this "IT" factor has something that we like to call magnetism. This of course includes personal qualities such as being a sociable person, exuding self-confidence, having charm, obvious intellect, true intensity, mental and physical focus, authority, and a good sense of humor. In some instances, it is truly indescribable, but very recognizable to those who have seen "IT" before. Now what I want to know is, do you think you posses "The X Factor"? Do you think that you have "IT"? Do you have the charisma, the charm, the flamboyance? Heh, I think not!

People who possess "IT" have a certain way of pushing our buttons whether it be physically, emotionally, mentally, psychologically. They make us feel good inside, they make use believe in ourselves, they inspire us to go out and do great things. They can make us feel pissed off, pushing our buttons to the point where we could care less if they lived or not or they can make us feel aggravated, they can get underneath our skin and find out what makes us tick. Regardless of how they affect us, they have the ability to engage us and have us emotionally invested in them and the "X-Factor" that lives within them, the "IT" factor, speaks to something inside of us, often times, something that we are not even in touch with.

Now answer me this.

If you have this "X-Factor" if you have "IT", then how come every single time your name is announced at event, nearly one-third of the people in the arena go for a bathroom break or go to the concession stands to purchase a hot dog and a soda? Or tell me why several thousand people change the channel for a few moments to take up time while waiting for your match to be over? The only time you ever have a capacity audience's attention is when you make your entrance to the ring and flaunt that tiny little ass of yours. For those 45 seconds, you have every body's attention. Once the music stops, everyone stops paying attention and finds something more productive to do with their time then to sit through a boring, sloppy, and botch ridden Syren match. Said to say it honey but Syren, you DO NOT have "IT". For you, there is nothing to tap into. It is nearly impossible for you to get "IT" because it is not something you can obtain nor is it something that can be purchased, "IT" is something that you are born with. And there is only one person who has "IT"... And that person is ME! So before you go lying to yourself and everyone else, living in your own little make believe world where you THINK you have "IT"... Remember one thing, you DO NOT have "IT" and you NEVER WILL! I picked my moniker, yeah, and the suit fits the bill.

Majestic Wrestling and the Royale Majestic Casino in beautiful Las Vegas, Nevada will be playing host to the God of Wrestling tournament. And as you can tell, in case you haven't noticed already, you have been given the privilege and the opportunity to step into the ring with the greatest grappler of the modern era. And this Sunday Night at Salvation, in the opening rounds of the Icon bracket I am determined to make an example out of you to show the other competitors of the tournament that I am not here to play around, that I am here with a vendetta and with a purpose and that is to win this entire tournament and prove to everyone once again exactly why I am one of the greatest professional wrestlers in the history of this business. When I step into the ring on Sunday night and I look into your eyes, those beautiful heterochromic eyes of yours I won't be looking into the eyes of a female who I feel remorse to, whom I wouldn't do harm to. No. What I will see is someone who thinks that they can hang in a man's world. So as such, I will treat you like a man and I will beat you within an inch of your life until I decide that I want to end the torture and humiliation and pin you or until I beat you into submission. You are just another obstacle in my way of accomplishing things that I have set myself out to achieve. And I will stop at nothing to achieve another accomplishment I have put on my list of goals for this year.

I have many nicknames and monikers that I have accumulated over the years: The Reflection of Perfection, Second to None, The Hollywood Rockstar, Mr. Pound for Pound, God's Gift to Professional Wrestling.. And after Sunday Night when I defeat you and advance to the next round of match ups in this 32 man multiple promotion tournament, I will be one step closer to adding yet another title to my long list of names and accomplishments...

GOD OF WRESTLING!!!


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Syren

David Helms appears in this RP with permission from the handler.

As always, the scene should be considered "off-camera" while the shoot section is also available on Zoe's blog (just click the link above it to view the blog).

Enjoy.

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Blonde Ambition: Act 1, Scene 3
“Everybody knows the Kings are better anyway”
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