Something's missing
Mar 24, 2019 6:11:27 GMT -5
Post by nealdurden on Mar 24, 2019 6:11:27 GMT -5
As Durden slowly gets back to his feet, Reed runs past him, springboards onto the middle rope, jumps back, lands on Durden’s shoulders, flips back and spikes him with the Son of Funkensteiner! Durden rolls over onto his knees before slowly collapsing face-first to the canvas. Reed pushes him over and makes the cover. ONE! TWO! THREE!
Cassius Reed O | Son of Funkenstein (33:08) | Neal Durden X
Cassius Reed O | Son of Funkenstein (33:08) | Neal Durden X
“It hasn’t been a year yet, but I’ve waited for an opportunity like this ever since that night.”
The image opens up to Neal Durden wearing a black hoodie over his blond hair, a pair of jeans and white sneakers complete his outfit. He looks, different. We know it’s the same plucky guy we’ve always known; yet, there’s a different fire in his eyes. It’s something that cannot be perfectly described, yet, you feel it. Neal leans against a wood fence and looks straight into the street before him, as he smirks and continues talking.
Neal Durden: “For almost a year that one match lingered in my head; how I was so close yet, so far of achieving something on my own. It didn’t matter that the fans chanted my name after the bell rang, all I knew was that there was a three count, and my hand wasn’t raised.”
Neal moves back and forth hitting his back against the fence precisely three times before looking to one side and rubbing his nose with the index finger of his left hand, closing his eyes. A slight sigh escaped Neal as he opened his eyes and looked upwards before looking back to the camera.
Neal Durden: “Yet, I couldn’t get a rematch simply because my opponent that night and I were on separate brands. There wasn’t a way that we could face each other once more, that we could light up the place like we did that night. There wasn’t a way for me to prove myself capable of beating Cassius Reed.
“For almost a full year, I’ve amassed tag-team glory with Lowri; we’ve been tearing up the tag-team division everywhere we go. We became the first ever FGA US Tag-Team Champions; alongside Blaise we became the Legion del HELL champions; and even here in Flashpoint, we’ve driven The Chaotics to a point no other team did for a full year. Yet, I feel something is missing.”
Neal took the hoodie off of his head, looking straight to the floor beneath him he ran his left hand through his hair making a mess out of it, he then brought his head back up as he spoke.
Neal Durden: “Something has been missing ever since that day. Everyone around me has become something on their own. They are cult heroes, champions of all sorts of things, role models, breakout stars, you name it… yet, here I am. Not even recognized by my peers, not even been mentioned with a chance of doing something on my own; constantly pestered by others, saying how much of a failure I am and how good those around me are. Something is missing, and it hurts.
“It FUCKING hurts, to know you’re merely an afterthought for many in this industry. It hurts to know that in the time span that takes others to amass championship and accolade, after championship and accolade… you just sit on the sidelines, trying to prove yourself worthy of having the partner you have inside that ring. A partner that I have no doubt in my mind has earned every single accolade, championship and acknowledgement she has had in her career; but who also knows how much I want this. A partner who knows how much it hurts every time someone forgets about me; everytime I look somewhere and I’m not even in anyone’s mind as someone who could become something this year. Something is missing.”
Neal looks up, and a smile escapes him. Yet, it’s not a happy smile, it’s more of a “smiling not to cry” kind of smile. He looks down and then straight into the camera as he continues.
Neal Durden: “That something is beating you, Cassius. I need to expel my demons one by one; I need to shoot them down, I need whatever is dormant within me to finally wake up. It all begins at Flashpoint; I’m tired of being a footnote, I’m tired of getting pushed down, I’m tired of people saying I’m not good enough, I’m tired of being harassed by people, I’m tired of just being here.”
Neal taps on his wrist and a smirk draws on his face as he continues speaking.
Neal Durden: “Beat the clock challenge, for the right to face Jimmy Page. It would be a nice secondary effect; but the prize, the REAL prize for me; will be defeating you in the middle of that ring, Cassius. Something is missing, my path to find it begins at Flashpoint.”