Ability is defined as natural aptitude or acquired proficiency. It is also defined as a skill one is taught over time. I am considered a person who has a great ability in my wrestling skills and knowledge that I have obtained over my ten year career. I have the ability to use the submission style of wrestling like very few here in the NeWA. Having been given this talent has allowed me to reach heights that few ever make in this sport. I have the ability to be the NeWA Worlds Heavyweight Champion.

After being granted a shot at the Worlds Title a few months ago, I thought I had the focus that I needed in order to walk out of the match as the Champion, but somewhere down the line, I lost that focus that I thought I had, the focus that I needed in order to win the title. I got a little cocky and it cost me a major match. Even though I haven’t been seen in the NeWA since that loss, I haven’t forgotten that night.

Now I am going to use my ability to make sure that I move forward in the Lou Thesz Tournament to capture my place as the number one contender to the title and then I will once again step into the main event as I will once more have a chance to show off my skill and my ability to become the number one wrestler in the NeWA.

Walking into my den and taking a seat in my large office chair that sits behind a large oak desk, I reached around and I turned on the computer along with the monitor as it cast out a soft electric blue glow that extended onto my face. As I waited for the computer to come to life, I decided to take a look at some of the past reminders that I have held on to over the last ten years. I stood from my chair and took notice at the titles that were scattered though out the den, but one in particular caught my attention. It was the first Worlds Championship that I had even won. My eyes locked on the sparkling gold plate as the memories started to rush back to me.

I removed the title from its glass case and held it in my hands for the first time in years. I gently scooped up the title, taking great care not to harm it in any way. I soon moved it from the case to my desk top. My fingers started to run over the golden plate, searching out for the finer details of the golden plate. I slipped my fingers down lower as I inspected the name plate that bore my name. My face drew a blank stare as I ran my fingertips over the engraved nameplate.

Memories of the night I won the World Title flood my mind. No one knew who I was but I had fought with every ounce of strength I had and I made it to the finals, but even then, I still wasn’t being looked at. My other two opponents were the heavy favorites going into the match, and I was nothing more then a side note.

When the smoke cleared and the battle was over, I had escaped from the cage and it was I that had my hand raised in victory and it was I that was crowned the new Champion. I had defeated two other men to earn the right to wear the Championship around my waist to claim my first title reign. I can still remember the rush from my name being announced as the victor. All the pain that I had put myself through was worth it. I had crawled on tooth and nail to climb to the top, and I wasn’t going to allow anyone to knock me off the top.

I dropped my roaming fingers from the sparkling golden plate to the smooth pearl white leather strap, running my fingers over the leather. I started at the title for what seemed like forever. Once again my fingers started to find the finer details of the custom title as I remembered the night I was first called Champion.

”It’s been a long time since I was dubbed Champion of the World. Sure, I’ve had my chance against Diamond Mine, and even though it didn’t turn out the way I wanted, I have to dig deep down to find the focus that I need in order to be deemed Champion once again. I was the man that was the go to guy when something needed to be done. My name was feared and very well known. It seemed like a lifetime ago…but now, this is the chance that I need to make a name for myself once again.” To be feared again…the very thought brought a sick and twisted smile to my lips as I savored the thought.

”Since that loss to the current Champion, I have refocused my attention on what needs to be done. Each second that passes my blood boils to get what I lost a long time ago. Even though there are times when I am not the victor, I have not stopped, and I will not stop from going out and destroying my opponents, one by one. I will not stop until I am atop the mountain, and atop that mountain... ALONE. I will not stop until I say so, and nothing will stand in my way.”

”When I come to the ring, and each of my opponents that meet me in the ring at the Thesz, they will see my cold ice-blue eyes looking across from them. Then, when the bell rings, they will know why I’m there. They will know my true purpose, and they will know what drives me. They will see that I have the ability and the drive to win the whole tournament.” my gaze sets on the waters of the Gulf of Mexico as the sun sets over the horizon.

“It all boils down to one thing, and it’s the need to be the best. Everyone in the Thesz was hand picked by their fed heads because they are considered the best from their region. To win this tournament, I will truly be considered the very best in the NeWA. I’ve been fighting so hard to become the best that I am going to take every advantage of the Lou Thesz to leave my mark on my opponents. I will not allow this to slip through my fingers like sand slipping through an hour glass.”

”I want people to remember that I’m not the nice guy I use to be, and that I will do what I have to in order to get my way. Right now what I want so badly is the Worlds title, and I will find each of my opponents Breaking Point, even if it means that I have to destroy their careers in doing so. That’s just the way the ball bounces sometimes.” came the words as they slide off my lips.

“Look at the wrestlers that are entered into the tournament, my first round opponent, David Dunn, is a prime example of someone that claim’s to have done his homework on me. Dunn comes out and runs his mouth about me, claiming that he knows me so well when in fact he knows nothing of me. I come from the stomp hall of the NeWA. The federation that I call home has garnered a certain reparation. The wrestlers outside of the BACW are scared to come into my home because they think that they are going to be set on fire or dismantled in a hardcore match, and then you have me…the “Crippler”. I am by far the most feared weapon the BACW has to offer.”

”In the BACW I am a living nightmare. There isn’t one person on the roster right now that has been able to pin my shoulders to the mat. I am feared so much that there are wrestlers that are scared to step foot into the ring with me. I have ripped a path of destruction from the bottom of the ladder all the way to the top. Now as for Mr. Dunn, if he ever feels the need to run his mouth about me, at least have the right information about me! If you truly know me, then it is very well known and documented that I am a person that has a very nasty temper which causes me to do things that I shouldn’t. I seem to have a problem playing well with others and I hate having to play by the rules…it’s all to restricting. I have been known to break arms and legs, as well as dislocate shoulders just to see if I could do it, and to hear my opponent scream out in pain. Now Mr. Dunn has come out said that I am nothing more then a goodie goodie, who always does the right thing. Let me tell you right now, I am by far anything BUT a goodie goodie. Even the devil himself doesn’t have a heart as black as mine when I step into the ring.”

”Mr. Dunn has no focus, or common sense for that matter. He didn’t even bother to do his homework on his first round opponent, but yet he expects to win the Thesz and become next Worlds Heavyweight Champion? That’s a joke, and he knows it. No one wants a Worlds Champion that cares more for a vibrator hooked to a car battery. Does the NeWA want a champion that makes them look bad? I will prove to David Dunn and the rest of the NeWA that I am better and I have more focus and ability then anyone that they want to throw at me.” I stated boldly. The mere through of Dunn beating me forced a smile, making me laugh. He might be a top guy in his federation, but compared to me, he’s clearly out of his league.

“Everyone has an opinion about me. Most people think that I'm arrogant. They think that I am a prick. They think I am psychotic for the harm I have inflicted on others. Some are right, some are wrong, but we can all easily agree that I don't play well with others. Respect for my opponent’s effort is all that they will ever get from me. The rest is wasted effort. Everyone in the Lou Thesz Tournament became my enemy the day the brackets were made. You must try and win the Thesz in order to become the number one contender, but first you must defeat a man that should be feared.”

”The one thing about Dunn is that he’s predicable. It’s amazing how he thinks that he is so much better then everyone else, but the truth be told, he has no idea who I am and what I can truly do. Calling me “Matt McNugget” isn’t original, but for someone like him, it’s the best that he can do. He gives himself way too much credit. He thinks that he has me caught in a crosshair, when in fact; he has only gotten me slightly annoyed. Yes, I am allowing my emotions to control me, but that’s where I am going to shine. I have thought out the Tournament and I have drawn up a game plan for each man that I might encounter in the Thesz. I have set my sights and I aim to take down anyone that steps into my way. I have been given all I need in taking everyone out, and savoring my victory. The NeWA is going to be a better place with the likes of me here.”

I fall silent as I think on my words. When I look at the titles I have collected over the years, I realize that I have won most of them through submission. I think back to all the wars that I have had over the years and it was because of the ability that I have in the art of submission that has allowed me to focus my attention into becoming the best. I slowly bring my weapons of destruction in front of me, and stare at them, as if I have never seen them before.

”These hands…”

”Do any of you know what I have done with these hands?” I said as I fell silent as I peered at my hands. You hear my voice as its void of all emotion, as I move my focus to my hands turning them over slowly.

”It’s because of these hands that I have earned my name…”Crippler”… It's all what I have done with these hands…” I said as my words faded off of my lips.

”Do any of you in the NeWA know what I have done with these hands? Do any of you out there fully understand that I could very easily cripple any one in a match with my hands at any given moment? I have used my hands to try and out as many people out of this business as I could, and I have no remorse for what I have done. It could all be on a whim or it could be out of anger and out of revenge, but I have no problem doing what I have to do with these hands to get what I want.”

I break my stare at my hands and bring my attention to the camera in front of me, and you can see a chillingly cold stare in my eyes, a look that those in the BACW have grown accustomed to over the last few months, and soon the NeWA will know this look well. I started my climb to the top of the mountain here in the BACW, and I now plan to bring it over into the NeWA. I bring destruction in order to get what I want, but there have been set backs along the way. There have been those that have attempted to stand in my way and block my path towards my goal. Despite those set backs, I have to keep pushing through to my targeted prize, in order to quench my thirst for what I have longed for.

”These hands have made me who I am.” I said as I set my gaze upon my hands once again. ”They have helped me tear my way to the top. Looking at my hands, I see the means for the end…I see a way of getting things done…I see deadly weapons that can cripple a person at my whim.”

”There have been so many battles that I have gone through, and each battle draws me closer to my prize, and with out my hands, I wouldn’t be any where near that goal I have set for myself. I look at my hands and I see the reminders of past wars I have had. There have been those that have tried to fight back and tried to take out my weapons, but each one has failed in doing so, and because of that, they sealed their fate.”

”There, the scar on my left hand above my ring finger knuckle… yes, I remember that one…I was at war with a man known as SyNn. I locked him into the Breaking Point and he had no way of escaping. He only had one course of action for me to break my hold on him…he bit me. He sunk his teeth into my hand to make me release the hold, but I refused. He bit down harder, forcing his teeth to go deeper into my skin. After he tapped out, and I released the hold, he released his bite and that’s when I saw the blood flow from my hand. SyNn was carted out of the ring while I had to get three stitches to close up the bite.”

I pause for a moment, closing my eyes, remembering the war against SyNn, six months of pure hell and hatred. I reopen my eyes and once again set my focus on the camera. ”I’m not looking past anyone in this tournament, but I know my ability and I have my focus set on one thing, and one thing only…winning the Thesz.”

I pause and yet again look at my hands, turning them slowly back and forth, taking in every detail, every scar, every cut, and every mark that has been placed on my hands over the years.

”I need to be in the ring week after week using these hands to twist and turn the body in ways it shouldn’t. It brings a smile to my face each time I hear my opponent scream out in pain as I use these hands to make them tap out. It has become a…oh, you can say… a hobby of mine.” I said as a small smirk crept in.

”When I step into the ring against Dunn and the others, I plan on making them remember that the BACW is a federation that they should worry about. I am going to put on a wrestling clinic on submission wrestling. Dunn and the others might have some submission training and they may use a few submission holds, but they don’t have the knowledge that I have. I have made it a point to go out and learn the moves as well as have them applied to me as well as I need to know the in’s and the out’s of the move to better understand how the move works.”

”I’m going to go into the ring and I’m going to do what I was taught to do, make people tap out. Now if my opponents have done their homework on me, then they know that I ALWAYS turn it up in a match like this. I don’t know the meaning of the word stop when I’m focused. My eyes narrow, my pulse quickens, my muscles react as the hunt begins. Stretching my opponent, wearing them down is all part of the game and I like to drag it out for as long as I can, it brings me a sense of joy, a purpose you can say. Then when the timing is right, I go for the kill.”

”There is just something about the sound of breaking bones that brings out the best in me. I have been accused many times of going to far; enjoying the pain that I inflect on a person I’m facing in the ring. Some say I have a dark and twisted side to me that comes out when I really want to end some ones career. Hell, some people say I have gone over board in the past. I remember once trying to hang an opponent with a bull rope, but I say he got what he deserved. All I wanted to do was prove a point, and that was that I’m willing to do “ANYTHING” with these hands to get what I want. If that means I have to break someone that stands in my way, that so be it. There was a reason I was saddled with the name "Crippler".”

I fall silent as I unfold my hands and flip them over, looking at the back of them and I remember that on my left hand that a man that I have considered a friend as well as a foe decided that he would break my middle and ring fingers, hoping that the broken fingers would prevent me from locking on my Breaking Point. Instead I taped them up and locked Victor Mandrake in my Breaking Point. The pain shot through me and exploded through out my body like a bomb went off inside of me, but I fought through it and ended up winning the now defunct BWA Heavyweight Title for a fifth time, the only man to do so.

I look at my hands again and I see another scar that reminds me of another battle that I went through…three broken knuckles. Jesus, Dez and I tore each other apart. We damn near killed each other, but in the end, I was the one that walked away from the match, the winner. I paid a heavy price though, a perfect “X” carved in my chest and three broken knuckles.

”I will win the Thesz.”

”I’m not here to play mister nice guy. Truth is, I’m a prick and I’ll be the first to say that. If given half the chance I’ll screw you over and not think twice about it. It’s all about if I get what I want. Add in that I have a pretty nasty mean streak and I like to have my opponents scream my name in mercy. It’s music to my ears.”

A sick and twisted smile starts to form across my lips in the low lit room, as shadows now cast over my face.

”The changes that I have gone though in my life only mean the end of those that stand in my way, and in the end, I will teach those a lesson that they need to be taught for underestimating me and my ability. With these hands, my opponents will know what the true meaning of what fear is, even if it’s for one night.”

You slowly fade from my shadow clad face back to my hands.

”Every one will know what I can do with these hands at the 2007 Lou Thesz Tournament.”

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