Post by Vice Squad on Nov 6, 2012 17:09:54 GMT -5
Due to move from Michigan to Pennsylvania this week to become active with Wilkes-Barre and Scranton Wrestling, Scott Costella has flown out to Vegas to meet with his old friend and fellow wrestler, Johnny Cruise to do some ring work and catch up on old times, in preparation for his return to wrestling. That is not to say that Scott hasn’t kept up with visits to gym or taken part in the odd match here and there but Scott hasn’t wrestled full time for close to 6 years and has slowly being getting back to his peak over the last few months.
After a few hours of ring practice, the call of the casinos and clubs soon took hold and Johnny talked Scott into having one last weekend of partying – one last weekend of true “freedom” before the gruelling schedule of regular matches and gym workouts become the norm . After a night of partying and hitting the casinos, in which he had done quite well, Scott returned to his hotel sure he would wake up with one hell of a hangover.
A Las Vegas hotel room, 3.07am. These are the thoughts of Scott Costella...
~ I was awoken by a loud clash of lightning outside my hotel room window. The room was lit up for a brief moment but quickly fell into darkness again. Several seconds later, a low rumble of thunder could be heard in the distance. My head was pounding...How much did we drink? As my eyes started to adjust to the darkness, I could start to see objects... outlines and shapes at first... then what the objects actually were. I sat up in bed as another clash of lightning lit up the room. Then I noticed the rain pounding on the window... dribbling down the cold, glass surface and then dripping off the window frame. I switched on the bedside lamp, swung my legs round and stepped down on to the floor. My feet seemed to melt into the soft carpet but only briefly, as the coldness sank in and made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
~ I walked across the now cold carpet and kicked an empty champagne bottle across the floor. My big toe was hit with a sudden sharp pain which soon resided. I made my way across to the en suite bathroom and as I entered the room, it seemed to get colder. The cold tiles underneath my feet made me long to be back in the warmth of the bed. However, I was up now and I really needed the toilet. I flushed the toilet and went to wash my hands. I looked at myself in the mirror. There was a coldness, almost a harshness to the man staring back.. I stared into the man’s eyes and his eyes stared back into mine. I could see a spark, distant but not forgotten...
~ Another loud clash of lightning made me blink... I looked into the mirror again before splashing water in my face. I dried myself off with a towel and went back to bed. On the way I stopped a set of drawers and took out some extra strength Tylenol, hopefully that would see to the hangover. The rain was still pounding hard against the windowpane, creating an almost drum like rhythm. It did my head no favours. I lay in bed for... I dunno how long. I just lay there staring up at the cream coloured ceiling, listening to the rain. Now I was awake and with the coldness and the rain, I was finding it hard to get back to sleep. I lay there thinking about that stare... that cold, harsh stare that wouldn't let me go... I thought about that spark… It was almost like the spark was trying to break free. I knew what it was… I had felt it more and more these last couple weeks.. It was my old self coming back.. It was an excitement I was feeling about performing again. An excitement that had long being lost… These fans may not know or remember who I am but they will soon learn… I will be more than ‘the guy who use to be big.’ Yeah, I was pretty huge. I worked hard for years, putting on a show for them and for what? Just to be that guy? Screw them! Screw making them laugh... Screw the autographs and the photos... Not anymore. I want to be the top guy again but I won't get there like that... I need to be ruthless... cold... hard... ambitious... I need to stop caring what other people think or feel. WBSW is the first step in that direction.. So when Alex Morgan offered me a contract, I was more than happy to sign... To come to WBSW and make a point... To stand tall... To show people I still have what it takes... He's promised me a chance... a chance to get my name back out there. I'll do whatever it takes to get my name the respect it once held.
~ I could feel my eyelids becoming heavy... The ceiling started to look further and further away. I could feel my eyelids closing over my eyes. I yawned and rolled over. Need to sleep. I thought about the dream I was having before... Ah, Mila Kunis, where were we…..
~ I was woken up again, this time by a crash in the alley beside the hotel. Damn alley cats. It had stopped lightning and thundering by now but it was still raining, although not as heavy. It was lightly bouncing off the windowpane, creating more of a soothing rhythm this time. The image of those cold eyes flashed into my mind again and my thoughts soon turned my match at WBSW Live.
~ I was scheduled to wrestle “Lumber” Jack Jackson.. I didn't know who the hell this guy was but he had the unfortunate luck of being my first opponent in my debut match. My first big match back in a proper federation.. I was looking forward to my return to wrestling. It had been quite a while since I had actively taken part in a proper match but I was secretly yearning to get back in the squared circle.. Not only was this to be my first match but it will be opening the card… curtain jerking we use to call it.. Not the best place to be on the card but it is a debut. I felt like I had an obligation… No – a duty to make it the best damn match of the night, to kick the show off with a bang and make my impact. Not only was it my debut though, it would also be Lumber Jacks debut wrestling match.. I had seen photos of Jack Jackson and he seemed like a fairly average guy, similar height to myself… I’ve beaten bigger.. Ha, I’ve beaten all shapes and sizes for that matter. I knew this guy had ‘been raised in the woods’, whatever that’s suppose to mean so in all honestly I’m probably to expect a fairly strong opponent – It means I’m probably in for a bit of a brawl.. a fight.. but I won’t worry myself thinking about that. Sure, he may prove difficult to overcome but overcome I shall.. I am Scott Costella. In my youth, I was a former champion and now, 10 years later, I am wiser and that bit more experienced… I shouldn’t be making the cocky mistakes I might have once made when I first started out. There are signs of a weakened opponent I know to look out for.. take advantage of.. I’m sure Jack Jackson will give as good as he gets but unfortunately for him that just won’t be quite good enough to beat ‘The Supreme One’…
~ Yawn. My pillow is so soft.
~ I was awoken by the noise of traffic outside. I opened my eyes and squinted... It was morning and sunlight was shining through the windows. My eyes adjusted and I sat up in bed. I looked at the clock and saw it was 11:40am. I felt much better than during the night, I must have drunk quite a lot... I'll just relax in bed for a bit.. Maybe take another look at that mini bar later, I've got a while before my flight out to Wilkes in PA. Maybe I’ll stay out there afterwards and celebrate my victory, hit up a couple of the bars.. check out some local skirt. Maybe I’ll hit another jackpot this weekend.
~ I remembered when I was a World champ at one of my earlier federations and I had my travel expenses paid, that was the life. I need to get back on top again, get some benefits rolling in... but first things first, I've got my debut match with Jack Jackson.. It's my first match, I need to do good. I need to do better than good, I need to break him down. Make a point with this guy. Show everyone in that arena that Scott Costella is a man to be taken seriously. Jack Jackson could have some skill.. but do I care? Not in the slightest… After his first match with me, we’ll see if this is really the career direction he wants to go in. Oh “Lumber”, how unfortunate for you that you are to be my debut opponent, it doesn't bode well for you. Not one bit.
~ I sat up in bed and switched the TV on. Sports. Basketball, where's my team? Argh, no damn good Pistons.. I rang down to reception and ordered a bacon breakfast. I switched off the sports and sat back in bed to wait for my food.
After a few hours of ring practice, the call of the casinos and clubs soon took hold and Johnny talked Scott into having one last weekend of partying – one last weekend of true “freedom” before the gruelling schedule of regular matches and gym workouts become the norm . After a night of partying and hitting the casinos, in which he had done quite well, Scott returned to his hotel sure he would wake up with one hell of a hangover.
A Las Vegas hotel room, 3.07am. These are the thoughts of Scott Costella...
~ I was awoken by a loud clash of lightning outside my hotel room window. The room was lit up for a brief moment but quickly fell into darkness again. Several seconds later, a low rumble of thunder could be heard in the distance. My head was pounding...How much did we drink? As my eyes started to adjust to the darkness, I could start to see objects... outlines and shapes at first... then what the objects actually were. I sat up in bed as another clash of lightning lit up the room. Then I noticed the rain pounding on the window... dribbling down the cold, glass surface and then dripping off the window frame. I switched on the bedside lamp, swung my legs round and stepped down on to the floor. My feet seemed to melt into the soft carpet but only briefly, as the coldness sank in and made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
~ I walked across the now cold carpet and kicked an empty champagne bottle across the floor. My big toe was hit with a sudden sharp pain which soon resided. I made my way across to the en suite bathroom and as I entered the room, it seemed to get colder. The cold tiles underneath my feet made me long to be back in the warmth of the bed. However, I was up now and I really needed the toilet. I flushed the toilet and went to wash my hands. I looked at myself in the mirror. There was a coldness, almost a harshness to the man staring back.. I stared into the man’s eyes and his eyes stared back into mine. I could see a spark, distant but not forgotten...
~ Another loud clash of lightning made me blink... I looked into the mirror again before splashing water in my face. I dried myself off with a towel and went back to bed. On the way I stopped a set of drawers and took out some extra strength Tylenol, hopefully that would see to the hangover. The rain was still pounding hard against the windowpane, creating an almost drum like rhythm. It did my head no favours. I lay in bed for... I dunno how long. I just lay there staring up at the cream coloured ceiling, listening to the rain. Now I was awake and with the coldness and the rain, I was finding it hard to get back to sleep. I lay there thinking about that stare... that cold, harsh stare that wouldn't let me go... I thought about that spark… It was almost like the spark was trying to break free. I knew what it was… I had felt it more and more these last couple weeks.. It was my old self coming back.. It was an excitement I was feeling about performing again. An excitement that had long being lost… These fans may not know or remember who I am but they will soon learn… I will be more than ‘the guy who use to be big.’ Yeah, I was pretty huge. I worked hard for years, putting on a show for them and for what? Just to be that guy? Screw them! Screw making them laugh... Screw the autographs and the photos... Not anymore. I want to be the top guy again but I won't get there like that... I need to be ruthless... cold... hard... ambitious... I need to stop caring what other people think or feel. WBSW is the first step in that direction.. So when Alex Morgan offered me a contract, I was more than happy to sign... To come to WBSW and make a point... To stand tall... To show people I still have what it takes... He's promised me a chance... a chance to get my name back out there. I'll do whatever it takes to get my name the respect it once held.
~ I could feel my eyelids becoming heavy... The ceiling started to look further and further away. I could feel my eyelids closing over my eyes. I yawned and rolled over. Need to sleep. I thought about the dream I was having before... Ah, Mila Kunis, where were we…..
~ I was woken up again, this time by a crash in the alley beside the hotel. Damn alley cats. It had stopped lightning and thundering by now but it was still raining, although not as heavy. It was lightly bouncing off the windowpane, creating more of a soothing rhythm this time. The image of those cold eyes flashed into my mind again and my thoughts soon turned my match at WBSW Live.
~ I was scheduled to wrestle “Lumber” Jack Jackson.. I didn't know who the hell this guy was but he had the unfortunate luck of being my first opponent in my debut match. My first big match back in a proper federation.. I was looking forward to my return to wrestling. It had been quite a while since I had actively taken part in a proper match but I was secretly yearning to get back in the squared circle.. Not only was this to be my first match but it will be opening the card… curtain jerking we use to call it.. Not the best place to be on the card but it is a debut. I felt like I had an obligation… No – a duty to make it the best damn match of the night, to kick the show off with a bang and make my impact. Not only was it my debut though, it would also be Lumber Jacks debut wrestling match.. I had seen photos of Jack Jackson and he seemed like a fairly average guy, similar height to myself… I’ve beaten bigger.. Ha, I’ve beaten all shapes and sizes for that matter. I knew this guy had ‘been raised in the woods’, whatever that’s suppose to mean so in all honestly I’m probably to expect a fairly strong opponent – It means I’m probably in for a bit of a brawl.. a fight.. but I won’t worry myself thinking about that. Sure, he may prove difficult to overcome but overcome I shall.. I am Scott Costella. In my youth, I was a former champion and now, 10 years later, I am wiser and that bit more experienced… I shouldn’t be making the cocky mistakes I might have once made when I first started out. There are signs of a weakened opponent I know to look out for.. take advantage of.. I’m sure Jack Jackson will give as good as he gets but unfortunately for him that just won’t be quite good enough to beat ‘The Supreme One’…
~ Yawn. My pillow is so soft.
~ I was awoken by the noise of traffic outside. I opened my eyes and squinted... It was morning and sunlight was shining through the windows. My eyes adjusted and I sat up in bed. I looked at the clock and saw it was 11:40am. I felt much better than during the night, I must have drunk quite a lot... I'll just relax in bed for a bit.. Maybe take another look at that mini bar later, I've got a while before my flight out to Wilkes in PA. Maybe I’ll stay out there afterwards and celebrate my victory, hit up a couple of the bars.. check out some local skirt. Maybe I’ll hit another jackpot this weekend.
~ I remembered when I was a World champ at one of my earlier federations and I had my travel expenses paid, that was the life. I need to get back on top again, get some benefits rolling in... but first things first, I've got my debut match with Jack Jackson.. It's my first match, I need to do good. I need to do better than good, I need to break him down. Make a point with this guy. Show everyone in that arena that Scott Costella is a man to be taken seriously. Jack Jackson could have some skill.. but do I care? Not in the slightest… After his first match with me, we’ll see if this is really the career direction he wants to go in. Oh “Lumber”, how unfortunate for you that you are to be my debut opponent, it doesn't bode well for you. Not one bit.
~ I sat up in bed and switched the TV on. Sports. Basketball, where's my team? Argh, no damn good Pistons.. I rang down to reception and ordered a bacon breakfast. I switched off the sports and sat back in bed to wait for my food.