Battles,won and lost..9(O2 DS and all)

[Caden Zicari]

As the ref raises the arms of Darkside in victory. Caden slinks to the corner, HIS corner, in defeat. Sitting there leaning on the turnbuckle padding. His face awash with blood. It was running freely, like a hot spring, down his face staining the canvas a dark red. He makes a small motion... a stage hand runs to him bringing a mike. facing the turn buckle pads he raises the mike. A dry crackling sound wheezes from his lips. His body destroyed this night ravaged by pain he attempts to speak again.

This time a weak voice emerges, “Darkside victory is sweetest when you've known defeat.”,his voice grows in strength now with every breath.

Standing slowly hand on the turnbuckle to gain balance. He turns to face the victor.

“Defeat is not the worst of failures. Not to have tried is the true failure.”

Moving to the two men now slowly, ever so slowly ,his body sagging a bit as he walked. Blood, now flowing stronger with the help of gravity,leaving a trail of it in his wake. Stopping in front of Darkside, his shoulders shake violently stemming a fit of coughing, blood spewed from his lips. He touches the back of his hand to his lips. He looks at the blood on his hand, smiling he begins again.

Darkside, it has been said that you learn much more from defeat, then you would ever learn in Triumph. At NEW BLOOD I have past the first test of many. I was successful and completed my goal.

Darkside You know.....“Winning is great, sure, but if you are really going to do something in life, the secret is learning how to lose. Nobody goes undefeated all the time. If you can pick up after a crushing defeat, and go on to win again, you are going to be a champion someday.”

That is what I am going to do Darkside...one day...one day.

Yes this was a crushing defeat, BUT i learn from my losses. I do not lay stagnate, in victory or defeat. I grow. I evolve. I become better and better. Soon I will stand on the peak of a mountain be it here. or be it in another Promotion. One DAY i will be a champion. I will look back on this night as a first of many tests.....A test i have past.

He now wobbles a bit,losing the ability to stand,crashing to the mat at Darkside's feet. Now like the Gladiators of old rome,he raises two finger in salute to them. Then slumps to the mat in a bleeding pile of broken bones and scarred flesh.

[DARKSIDE]

Both Nightmare and Death nod at each other in agreement of the words spoken by their most recent victim. His words were impressive and spoke volumes, for both men knew all too well about victories....and also defeat. Over the years, they had experienced both, and the things this man was saying seemed more wise than anything they had heard in ages, especially from one who had just been run over by the speeding 18-wheeler known as Darkside....

Nightmare: You make a good point, human. Winning is a VERY good thing, and it's true...a lot can be learned from losing. If that is how you prefer to gain your experience....by being treated like a homeless man who fell asleep on the train tracks...then I see you will become an expert at this in no time!

In fact, it's a lesson that can benefit everyone. Every last one of the walking dead back in that locker room needs to wipe the shit out of their eyes and realize that what we did to this mangled heap of humanity before us....is what ALL of them can expect in the near future.

Look upon this feeble, decrepit, broken down little piece of roadkill....and know that this is happens to anyone who thinks they have the sack to oppose Darkside![/b]

Death: You're damn right! But, the puzzling part of this is....even though what's left of this human still draws breath and manages to somehow move on its own power...it seems to desire even MORE abuse.

Ha....

Haha......

Hahahahahahaaaa..........

How strong the will of these mortals can be....and how foolish it makes them act in the face of doom. They dive blindly into the waiting jaws of oblivion and expect somehow to survive. NO ONE escapes the hungry darkness. It consumes souls without mercy. Only Darkside has the power to move freely within its murky depths. All others who dare to venture into the shadows....will be lost forever!

The Book of the Dead has ordained this, and the abyss has deployed its generals to ensure this prophecy is fulfilled. One soul has already been claimed. All the others will follow suit in time. Time....that is quickly ....running OUT![/b]

Death lowers his mic as he and Nightmare continue to stare down at Caden Zicari's broken, bleeding carcass......

[Caden Zicari]

Looking up at those above him. The insanity rising in him once more. That voice...that voice calls to him once more. Shaking his head he whispers. Figaro not now, I need time. Time to speak with a clear mind. Without you bleating in my ear. Do not taunt me now, please I beg of you....Please. The voice subsides. Now rising his head to look at the men above. Slowly he staggers to his feet.

Looking at the two with renewed strength. He raises the mike and speaks this time with purpose.

Why do you insist on calling a me mortal? I am not normal man. This is my second life. My second go around. Once long ago I was man of a different name,one of great power. One of great strength. I had worked my way to the top of the largest Promotion. With blood,sweat,and tears, I reached the pinnacle. The world championship was mine.

Losing his balance slightly, he stumbled backwards, flailing for something to grab. His hand hit the ropes and found purchase, Steadying himself. He continued.

But, sadly, all was lost one night. A truck hit me head on, putting me in a coma for 5 years. What you see before you isn't the man that was before. What you see is an emancipated,reconstruction of my former glory.In our match, you had brought me to my knees and made me acknowledge my own nothingness, and out of that knowledge I had been reborn.

Those who are free of resentful thoughts surely find peace. Buddha says. Darkside, I do not hold a resentful thought towards you. You have unleashed a great thing. And All the great things are simple, and many can be expressed in a single word: freedom, justice, honor, duty, mercy, hope.

Rolling out of the ring,spitting blood, Caden moves away from the ring,toward the ramp. Stopping remaining there with his back to the ring.

Darkside,The darkness in you confounds all notions of time; effaces all memory of begining, all fear of an end. This was not an ending, but a beginning of sorts.

Moving slowly up the ramp now. Away from the two failed executioners. That voice begins to speck to him once more.

You will fail, little man. You will not climb to the heights you were before Eric hahahha.

Putting his hands on either side of his head trying to squeeze the voice out of his mind.

That's not my name anymore leave him in the past Figaro please....please.

Moving up the ramp he is gone.