Written: 22/7/2002
Robert Young has had a life that some may say was hard. Not that thousands of others haven’t. Young would not thousands of children in the third world have it tougher. But Young still hasn’t had the greatest time. As a child he grew up without a mother or sister, or any figure apart from a drunk father. Gol served as his friend and replacement brother in a way. But in many ways Young fought for himself. The tough teenage years, and his survival in the AWF and Japan weren’t that easy too. He had some good times in the MMWF, but afterwards, alcoholism, depression and failure haunted him. But he finally resurrected himself finally he was a top class athlete and a person seemingly in control. Then he even found a purpose, apart from personal motivation, he had the greater good, Oblivion.
Funnily this resurrection of his life had a set back at Resurrection. Unfortunately things didn’t go as planned. As Young replayed the events he just didn’t understand how he made such a mistake, he didn’t understand how all of Oblivion’s members failed on the day. The thoroughly defeated the EEI, leaving them to interfere in Evo, in some stupid pointless quest, yet they couldn’t overcome Pariah, Akujin, Slate and finally Beaumont. The fact Beaumont had scored a victory over Oblivion hurt Young the most. He hated Beaumont more than anything.
He couldn’t stand for it.
Yet it happened, the facts in history would show a day of tragic loss for Oblivion and for Young. Yet Young still had some honor after losing to Akujin, a man he at least respected, unlike the majority of Mercury’s roster. The Mercury roster and their leader, owner, whatever called Beaumont. The roster that was imperfect and unfit to be working under the LCW brand name. Beaumont the man who was part of a group of political heavies who screwed his career, who used and abused him for their own money driven ends, ignoring his psychological and emotional well being. These men were scum of the earth. Beaumont was a man he wanted revenge on, a man he wanted to replace with the vision Sickness and Gol had shown him.
All these thoughts, or better put worries, keep him awake in his bed.
Young turned and looked at his current partner Conchita. One hell of a girl, she was loyal, fun and well fine assed so to speak. Yet he didn’t find any emotional attachment to her. Not that he ever had with a woman. He guessed it was his upbringing, one without a mother, one where his sister was never seen and not even once heard. He had no woman in his life. No female influence. Hell his father figure wasn’t even a good one. He guessed that caused him to be emotionally detached from women and the majority of his male friends too. Still it disturbed him. 6 months with a beautiful girl, who he could not fault in any way, yet still no sense of real love and emotion was felt in his heart.
Hell if he really thought about his friends only Gol remained constant. He broke ties with everyone in his life. Recently he distanced himself from Magman, a friend he had since his late teens. He guessed he was still friendly with Carlos and shared some time of bond with the bloke, but still that friendship was a year old and mainly based on wrestling. This did worry him, just maybe something was wrong with him.
Maybe he was truly fucked up.
He guessed having no emotional attachment to people helped his wrestling ability. He didn’t have friends backstage he kept to Gol, and recently Oblivion. When he punched Akujin, Annihilated Brimstone or choked Dirge he felt no regret. He didn’t give a damn about them. Still thinking of wrestling just hurt him more. Not only did he have problems with his woman, but also with his purpose in the ring right now, his purpose in life. To end Mercury and replace it with Oblivion’s vision.
But was their weakness, the losses at Resurrection a slip up or a permanent sign of weakness? That question remained to be seen. His fellow devotees had to prove themselves, yet he didn’t have to worry about them. If they screwed up they could be gotten rid of. Maybe Gol and he didn’t need the others. Maybe things needed rethinking. Nah, not yet, Young smiled to himself. It was only a slip up.
The one truth through the cloudy future was he had to look after his own business. He screwed up with Akujin and he wouldn’t do it again. Without taking anything from Jin, Young knew turning was a mistake, maybe if he didn’t turn away he would still be the champion. He knew more importantly that against Subdued he could not afford that mistake. What had he always thought about, what caused him to turn away from Jin? It wasn’t actual ego and he had that under control. Then it dawned on him. He wasn’t obeying his first rule, the rule that had driven him since his return.
He wasn’t brutal.
Young knew the truth. The truth it was his brutal style that kept him on top of Brimstone and Dirge. It was his brutal style that easily decimated Glamour. It was this brutal style that got the job done. He didn’t give up, he hit huge move after huge move. He hurt people. High impact power moves and lethal stretching submissions worked. Most of all he was extremely focused and stayed on top of the opponent so the person never had a chance. Against Jin he didn’t do this. He turned around, he was not brutal enough, and he ignored the threat instead of using a ruthless attack to keep him grounded. Jin was awakened but Young should of smothered him with a pillow and put him permanently to sleep. But he failed to do this.
That wasn’t acceptable.
Against Subdued he did not need to worry about Oblivion, he did not need to worry about Conchita, he did not need to worry about his mental state. He needed to worry about one thing, Defeating Subdued. There was only one way to do this, by brutally assassinating Subdued in that ring. He would have to give him no leeway, he would have to hurt the poor fellow. He would have to ruthless rip the guy apart. That would lead to success and that would lead to his victory at Fusion. In the meantime he would focus on some videos, scout Subdued some more, practice some reversals, blocks and counters. And maybe he would ring Gol, no he definitely would, they had much to discuss, he needed someone to talk to, about business but also about his thoughts over his girlfriend and his long lost family. But once Fusion arrived at the end of the week he could forgot those troubles for a few hours, as he warmed up backstage, joked with the crew, walked down that aisle, received the boos of the fans, fought with Subdued, and walked away the victor. Young felt better now. He could go to sleep now. He gave his sheet covered girlfriend another look and that was the end of this look into his mind.
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