Post by Derrick Vayden on Nov 12, 2019 11:53:58 GMT -5
Vayden tossed and turned all night. Dreadful memories haunting him the whole time. Suddenly he began gasping as if placed in a chokehold.
Suddenly he sat up, drenched in sweat. He swept hair out of his face as he stood up from his bed and made his way to the bathroom. Derrick leaned over the bathroom sink, splashing water into his face to calm his nerves.
He stood upright and looked into the mirror in front of him, he noticed something was off. The man staring back at him wasn’t mimicking his movements. He wasn’t disheveled nor did he show any signs of exhaustion. He looked proper and professional.
“Damn, dude. You look like shit.”
Vayden stood dumbfounded as his reflection spoke.
“I appreciate you putting on a brave face for the cameras but we both know that’s bullshit, right? You can fake all the confidence in the world but your actions will reflect your true feelings. And when you lose to that fucking gremlin Kabukii? Everyone’s gonna know you’re nothing.”
Derrick shook his head. Partially from confusion, partially in protest.
“It was one loss. To a monster no less. It was a mountain I wasn’t ready to climb yet.”
The man in the mirror burst out laughing.
“Yet? You never will be! You’re destined to toil in the cruiserweight division for eternity! The big fish in the small pond, too scared to jump into the ocean because you’re afraid to discover you’re just a minnow surrounded by sharks. Look inside yourself, dude. You know deep down you’re not cut out for this
Vayden shook his head again. This time, a smile crossed his face as well.
“Okay, I see what this is. You’re some kind of tricksy duder whose creeping in my bathroom trying to get me to doubt myself, right? A mischievous phantom just fucking with me?
“Well, it was a good effort. But I’m just a bit smarter than that. What a fucking coincidence. A trickster spirit trying to mess with me the week some dipshit in a mask calling himself a Yokai just so happens to be my opponent. Maybe it’s the thought of the match burrowing its way into my subconscious and manifesting itself. I don’t know. What I do know, is that you and this Kabukii motherfucker are both full of shit, aight?
“Yokai, tricky little shits. Especially this Kabukii fella. He thinks I’m too focused on QDT and ZMac to take him seriously. He thinks he’s going to make a name for himself at the champ’s expense. It ain’t that easy, bruv. I’ve seen people like him come and go. A vet trying to establish themselves over a young up and comer. The problem is… pure talent trumps age and experience every single time.
“I mean, the green mist gimmick is cool and all, but I’m not gonna fall for it. In fact, the only one moronic enough to not see such an obvious trick coming is that braindead manager of yours, Pokemon Silver and Gold or whatever the fuck his stupid name is.
“I’m Derrick fucking Vayden, Cruiserweight’s Finest. That ain’t a gimmick anymore. It’s a proven fact. And no bukake spewing dude in a mask thinking he’s hard is going to get the best of me. It makes no difference to me whether my Cruiserweight title is on the line or not. I’m going to kick the shit out of that soft style prick and prove to everyone that I still run this division. And no Yokai, rich boi, or… whatever Flop is… is going to change that anytime soon.
“So, Mr. man in the mirror, it was a noble attempt. But, as you asked, I took a good look at myself. And upon doing this, I stumbled upon something very important. I realized that not only do I have what it takes but that I am THE best Cruiserweight this company has ever seen.”
Vayden matched his double’s smirk with one of his own before driving a fist through the glass, causing his self-destructive self to fall to pieces.
The sound of the glass breaking caused Vayden to stir awake, a real, confident smile on his face.
Fin