Putting Cheap Heat on Ice

Delusion can spike any imagination.

Sometimes, it’s the only sane thing that makes sense.

Our mind spins a fantasy out like it was an original creation.

This hurts me more than you’ll ever know.

A simple swirl from his Sam Adams bottle had Code hooked. He sat there with enough contempt for the world to not wanna be seen. The bar was dimly lit to conceal many of the identities that frequently visited to relieve them of their daily stress. Many of the regulars casually stretched their necks out to check for any people that may have seemed out of place. Code checked his cell phone to look at the time and waited impatiently for Nick and Mr. Enigma to arrive. His nervous impulses forced his hands to shake a little as he kept them by his side to not make a scene. This is where Code had spent a good portion of his evening as he couldn’t stop but focus on taking out Luke Force, then eventually steering himself towards taking that Shockwave Title back. Boiling Point would be one of the tougher tests that the Saints would have to endure. Much at stake and to defend in the honor of the Saints.

Hypnotized you are to believe in such a world that caters to your demand.

You’re the disease.

We are the cure.

Nick and Mr. Enigma tried to not make too much of a scene as they entered. Crickets could have been louder with their chirps for the silence that presented their entrance. Nick walked with Enigma across the bar over to the corner booth where Code sat. Code just looked down at his half drunk bottle before picking his head up to acknowledge Nick and Mr. Enigma. Mr. Enigma made eye contact with the bar tender to take their order as Code slowly smirked while taking another sip of his Sam Adams Lager. Nick slid into the booth as he was about to speak, Code held his hand up to stop him before he could get started.

Code: Stop. I already know what you’re gonna say but you’re too afraid to mention it.

Mr. Enigma: The decor of this place fits my mood. Dark and brash.

Mr. Enigma scanned the place and tried to look up at the ceiling to find that his pupils were staring into a black abyss. Mr. Enigma then looked at the candle he saw infront of him and quickly put the fire out by pinching the flame quickly. The fire had burned the candle down to the end of the glass jar that it was held in as another fire was burning deep inside Nick to want this war between The Firm and the Saints of Destiny to end.

Code: Glad you could notice.

Mr. Enigma: Watch your tongue before I take it and cut it right out of your mouth.

Code: Testy aren’t we?

Mr. Enigma snarled and gripped his fork and knife on the table, leaning in to test the nature of Code. Nick then extended his arm out to hold Mr. Enigma back from releasing his short temper. The dark setting had helped to hide the expressions of anger from the face of Mr. Enigma and the expression of satisfaction from Code as Nick tried to play the mediator to this time of civil unrest.

Nick Malone: Silence. The last thing we need before the final hour is to be jumping at everybody's throat. The worst thing we can do is expose our greatest weaknesses and at this point, we will be at our greatest disadvantage if we continue to go down this route.

Code: Agreed, which is why we need to strike now while the iron is hot.

Nick and Mr. Enigma got their drinks as Code slowly calmed down as he tried to think things through. For Code, the course of his actions depended on who held onto that Shockwave Title belt. The Tag Team Titles were the Saints richest prize and for Nick, it was almost like his life support. Nick knew that Ryan and Sam cared more about the individual than the belts that their targets held. It would mean the world to them to see Nick stripped of next to nothing but his pride. Nick was so close to his glory that he deserved since he started in this business but even Nick questioned himself whether the timing was right to make that hurdle to the next step. He had conquered so many different challenges in 2010 that even he had little time to think if he was ready to claim his destiny. As Enigma and Code sat there, wondering what Nick was gonna say, it suddenly popped into his head that the hot air Ryan and Sam had spewed and it all started to make him cringe.

Nick Malone: All of the lineage and history they have, has been at the expense of talent like us. They can sit there and talk about how they are going to cave our skulls in and the violence they will stir but when it is silenced and they are neutralized, the answers they have will all be for naught. I’ve been wondering what this sick feeling was for the last week, stewing around in the bowels of my body and it’s been sitting through there story about Reverse Cowgirls and Cops.

Mr. Enigma: They’re more concerned with getting their rocks off by over-hyping themselves than they are about winning two of the more prestigious prizes in FTW. Our belts.

Nick Malone: Those belts are essential to our message of truth and valor. They are nothing but corporate pigeons just waiting to take a crap on what we’ve worked hard to obtain. We are the Illuminati that have opened the eyes of the 10% of people that are ready to rage against that machine. The Scott Hall, and Kevin Nash, of this generation will be stopped by any means necessary to assure our goal at the end of the night is complete.

Nick grabbed a hold of his Guinness and took a long drink. He slammed his mug down in anger and great frustration as He thought more and more about how he took for granted the time that it took to gain his first championship here in Full Throttle Wrestling. Nothing could take that accomplishment away from Nick. Doubt had never entered Nick’s mind and as the stress wore on, he was losing sleep and all of the training he had executed at the moment would all come to a pass. He knew how dangerous Sam Horrey and Mr. Enigma were as fighters but this sickness he had would not be over but this swagger he had developed recently had given him a new perspective on how to approach this situation.

Confidence is overblown.

My mind is ready to explode.

You can laugh it off like we don’t matter.

Last time I checked,

You’re the challengers.

Code had finished his Sam Adams bottle and when he finished he wanted to direct them to the outside where they can get a glimpse of the Miami skyline from the port of Miami.

Code: Add it to my tab.

Nick and Mr. Enigma followed Code to the outside of the Blue Lagoon Bar and could get a good view of the sparkling Miami water as they could feel a big burst of warm humidity embrace them after entering the Miami streets.

Code: These streets are filled with thugs and the open embrace of decay. Since seeing the light, and this may be the booze talking, but for the first time in my entire career, I feel like I can take on the world because of the guidance you’ve shown me Nick. Over the last 12 months, I know that I’ve made alot of negative decisions that could have easily led me down a path to be amongst the rank of those with no hope. No light at the end of the tunnel until you dug me out of that large and cavernous hole from being held back and the fascination street you’ve led me down has given me a new sense of confidence. Ready to take on the world. Thank you.

After saying that Code, looked over at the Nick and gave him a hug. Nick patted onto Code’s back as he knew Code could defeat Luke Force all on his own and big time victory would go on to improve his standing not only within the group, but give him a greater chance at challenging for the Shockwave Title in the near future.

Pride cometh before the fall,

Leads to two ego’s being murdered.

We will act quick.

Act swift.

Never fail in our attempt.

Mr. Enigma: I can’t hold in for much longer which is why I may say so little now, but my actions in that ring will prove that loyalty is a matter best befitting for brothers all searching for the same cause in an indecent world. For Ryan and Sam, their actions in vane will be futile and while they hope to slay this cause, we are stronger than they can imagine. I am ready to start some violence.

Our blood will be smeared all over that canvas,

For the points we make will carry us to victory.

Our strength is our hope,

To carry us home.

To sweet success,

Even more moral destiny.

Even when the stack is decked against us, we find ways to overcome the greatest adversity. All Cheap Heat wanted to do was cause more misery when the further they stood, they really had no clue the type of pain Nick would be ready to endure in order to keep what was most precious to him. Nick grew even more bitter as he looked at his Title belt and read the name plate across the bottom of that belt to still read Nick Malone. He had defeated bigger and better fighters than Ryan Matthews before. He had overcome tougher obstacles than Sam Horrey and the only thing that was preventing himself from winning another huge match again was only...himself.

Nick Malone: Through all the messages and the words that you’ve read between the lines, the anarchy that’s been designed all has an original blueprint. The courage that I’ve seen in Mr. Enigma has given me a new outlook on why this message that I’ve spent many days and nights on cultivating will succeed. You’re at your last chance so desperation is at an all time high for you to remain in that spotlight for just a little bit longer while holding Code and Mr. Enigma and I of what we deserve most. I think we call that in this business...

Greed

Nick Malone: Depressing thoughts probably pass through your brain when those cracks begin to show. For Sam, it’s real simple, the girlfriend equation to all this has it’s faults. Who do you place more loyalty in, being the dog on the leash of your girlfriend? or being a loyal friend. You’re objectivity in this is in two different places. It must be hard to focus Sam when your mind is racing and we already know the end to this tragic tale.

Cheap Heat ends up with the egg on the face.

Nick Malone: The Saints walk out with the Tag Team Titles while Ryan Matthews and Sam Horrey end up mystified, trying to find some excuse as to why they can’t beat Mr. Enigma and I. You’re a step slower and that cape of invincibility will be cracked once destiny prevails. Even with the decay of the Miami streets, there will be a new hero, ready to embrace the sick and the people that others have frowned upon.

All Nick wanted was two more moments of their time to understand and listen to this tale of heroic actions speak louder than indecent words of half hearted truths and lies.

Nick Malone: You push people to that last stretch and you never know what to expect until they finally push back with full force. We are ready to rise from the ashes of hope. Halt the momentum of the Firm. Make our movement count so that all will listen. Beating you two will only count as the beginning to the end that FTW doesn’t want to see but is inevitable to stop. Family blood is thicker than water and we have the gold to prove it.

I’ve never needed a drink worse in my life more than at this moment.

Mr. Enigma: Now that’s music to my ears.

The screen then settled on Nick Malone slinging the gold over his shoulder as Mr. Enigma could hear the moaning of a dying hobo on the side of the street corner. The gold meant the world to his family and he’s do anything to make it stayed in his family’s corner come Boiling Point. Even if the drink that had Ryan Matthews and Sam Horrey inside of it was full of poison. The apex of this feud has climaxed to a new level and when the heat is turned on, Nick knew he would be ready for that moment. All Sam and Ryan were entitled to was an ass kicking that they would deliver. The screen then faded to black with the thoughts of hate running through Nick’s mind as he gave away one last smile. Knowing that everything would be alright.

You reach for the stars.

But it’s never good enough.

You climb mountains.

But nobody notices.

You cut down trees.

Life fades away.

Cheap Heat gets cooled.

Everybody is saved.

It'd be a delusion to think otherwise.

The sounds of Disintegration by The Cure is playing louder as the screams of torture fade away. It would be a new day. A new chance to wake up as the prophets of promise. Hope would still prosper but only if the Saints of Destiny could rid the world of it’s demons. One skeleton at a time, meticulously scrubbed and washed. That’s how FTW could be saved and the extermination of Cheap Heat was the anti-biotic needed to cleanse the light at the end of the tunnel. Boiling Point has arrived.

Fin!