Thomas Nixon
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01-12-2017, 09:17 PM
“I need love, love
Oh, ease my mind
And I need to find time
Someone to call mine”
The scene opens up to the beige ceiling of a Tampa, Florida hotel room. Phil Collins’ voice loudly fills the room, with the cheery instrumentals supporting his upbeat vocals. As the camera pans down slowly, it reveals a painting of a hummingbird resting on a flower.
“My mama said, ‘You can’t hurry love
No, you’ll just have to wait’”
The camera continues to pan down revealing the wooden headboard. In the corner of the shot, the XWF Television Championship rests on the night stand. Ever so slowly, the camera lowers to reveal a shocking image. A woman is sprawled across the bed, she is scantily clad and her mouth hangs agape. A large gash can be seen on the side of her neck, the surrounding skin is dyed a cherry red color. Luckily, her body seems to be on a sort of plastic covering, allowing her blood to pool in one spot.
“How many heartaches must I stand
Before I find the love to let me live again?”
Thomas Nixon walks into the shot with a sponge in one hand and a bottle of Tide stain remover in the other. He’s wearing a beat up pair of blue jeans and a black tee shirt. Nixon doesn’t look to happy, and it isn’t just because the woman sprayed more blood on the bedding than his typical victim. Nixon began the meticulous process of scrubbing the bedding and eliminating all the tiny spots of blood.
{No matter how many times I’ve done this, I don’t like calling this activity a routine. Sure, I do this every few weeks. Sure, this has to be done and it’s part of a bigger process. There’s just something wrong in describing the events that just transpired as a routine.
A routine is like eating breakfast in the morning or taking a shower when you wake up. If you ask me what I had for breakfast three mornings ago, I probably wouldn’t remember, and that’s not just because I’ve been dropped on my head quite a bit in the last two months. That routine is such an automatic action. It has no importance.
But if you asked me what the color of the eyes were of the whore I killed six months ago, I remember that they were brown. It’s not automatic to kill people. I won’t forget the look on that poor girl’s face when I slit her throat, and I probably never will get rid of that memory unless I’m lucky enough to get Alzheimer’s and forget the shit I’ve been through.
If I considered this monthly activity a routine, that is too impersonal. It dehumanizes this poor girl that lived a dark, cold life as a prostitute. She wasn’t going to change the world, but she was still a person. This wasn’t a mass shooting; when I killed this girl, it was a personal action. I took her life from her. She will never have another living thought because of what I did. Something that crucial and significant is not routine.}
“No, I can’t bear to live my life alone
I grow impatient for a love to call my own
But when I feel that I, I can’t go on
Well, these precious words keep me hanging on”
Thomas Nixon finishes removing the blood from the bedding. He turns his attention to the body that lies on the plastic covering. First, he drains the pool of blood into several glass mason jars that he had stored into his suitcase. He sets these containers aside, they wouldn’t be used again until much later, when he creates his concoction.
{I can’t let this become a routine. I can’t let myself forget that I’m maiming other human beings. That isn’t something I should forget anytime soon. Just because something is done on a regular basis doesn’t make it menial and unimportant. Routines make things seem simple, when they truly are not.
For the fifth week in a row, I’ll be spending my Saturday Night defending the XWF Television Championship. Another week of Savage, another main event match for Thomas Nixon.
But that doesn’t make it a routine effort. I can’t just show up and maintain my position and role as champion. That’s how champions lose their gold. They become complacent. They get caught up in the idea that they are the best in the world, and they don’t prepare for their matches. They just show up because it’s another routine match. That’s a fault that takes down many champions, but I’m not going to be one of them.
When title defenses are treated as a routine action, a person takes a win for granted. It gives you this false sense of success because you’ve convinced yourself that you’ve already won, but you haven’t put in any effort. That’s not how the real world works.
I can’t show up to Savage and steamroll Jim Caedus that way. I have to understand that it takes time and preparation to defend this belt, even if I’ve been able to do it week after week.
Jim Caedus isn’t a routine match up. He’s a brand new animal in my XWF career. He’s a brawler, but he’s no mindless brawler. He’s a veteran and he knows exactly what he’s doing in the ring. To beat that, I have to understand that he isn’t the same ignorant jack ass I’m used to beating. He hasn’t gotten in front of the camera and called me a paper champion. He hasn’t attacked my match resume. Caedus hasn’t thrown out the typical insults that I’ve come to expect because he isn’t a typical wrestler here in the XWF.
That’s why being the Television Champion is far from routine. This belt is special and it brings forth unique match ups. I can’t group my opponents into a specific type of wrestler. Each person I face has their own strengths, their own weaknesses, and their own little, significant quirks. There’s one common string that relates all of my challengers. They are hungry for the piece of gold that I hold so dear.
That’s the most important reason why I shouldn’t turn my title reign into a routine affair. When I do that, I lose the spirit that a challenger has. It devalues the gold because I’m not treating my matches with the importance they deserve. This gold is why I’m here; it’s what I’m fighting for. I’m not arrogant enough to believe that I can beat anybody without trying.
So I look at Jim Caedus as a challenge. I’m challenging him. I’m fighting a new opponent that has an entirely different style and attitude than I’ve ever encountered. I’m fighting a new fight. This is something entirely new to me, and that’s why I still have the edge. He may be hungry, but I haven’t lost my fighting edge. I haven’t turned into an entitled champion.
If I fail, I won’t be bringing this belt with me to Warfare, and that’s a very real possibility. I’m not sitting here in comfort, and that’s not just because I’m cleaning up a dead body. I’m not comfortable because I haven’t become vain like past champions. I haven’t developed the arrogance that Chris Chaos has. Hopefully, that’s not something I ever lose.
But what matters is this week. I’m taking it one week at a time. Against Jim, I’m going to throw everything I got at him. It doesn’t matter that I have a big fight four days later. In the grand scheme of things, I want to be champion, and that means taking down each person that’s thrown against me. Whether you’re a 20 year veteran or a 18 year old straight out of high school, I’m going to throw everything and the kitchen sink at you. I have my eyes set on the prize, and I won’t let the feeling of winning change my mindset.
I may be undefeated, but I’m not going to assume that every match I’m in is a victory. People find ways to win, and Caedus might be one of those crafty motherfuckers. The real question is who can catch their opponent off guard and score a quick pinfall. It’s not about luck. It’s about harnessing talent and preparation to take initiative.That's exactly what I will do.
That’s why I’m walking out of Savage Saturday Night as the reigning and defending Television Champion for the fifth week in a row. It wont's be easy. It won't be routine, but it will happen.}
“She said, ‘Love don’t come easy
It’s a game of give and take’”
The music is cut off when Thomas Nixon hits the pause button on his CD player. The corpse still takes up most of the bed, but Thomas had cleaned up all of the blood. He considered taking care of the body now, but he thought better of it. Instead, he reached into his carry-on bag and pulled out a lap top. Nixon sat down in a comfy blue recliner in the corner of the room, as if there wasn’t a decaying body four feet away from him.
The scene fades to black, as the introductions to Jim Caedus versus Benito Angelo from New Year’s Eve can be heard emanating from the laptop’s speakers. Nixon wasn’t just going to give the match his all in the ring. It is time to find and expose the flaws in Caedus’ game, and Thomas Nixon has to start somewhere.
Ambassador of the Lizard People
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