Unnatural Anger

Sadness, Sorrow, Fear, Uneasiness, Pain, Melancholy and even Love... All those feelings can be hidden deep down inside us, and nobody, and I mean nobody can dig them out from our soul. How can you do that? How can you stop being hurt by the pitiful human race? How can you end with a life of being talked about, of being humiliated, of being used, or like by what you have or what you own, instead for what you are? The answer my friend is pretty simple... al you've got to do is cloak all those feelings that make you vulnerable with ANGER. People won't ask if you're angry, people won't even come near you, and if you're build as me; trust me, people won't even come close!

Does this mean you're not a nice person? No. Does this mean you're Evil? No. Does this mean you have a psychological problem? Not exactly, I would say no, but it'd be hipocrite, as one of my EBWF Contract clauses makes me attend regularly to anger management therapy... I don't believe in that stuff but I still attend at times.

Dave Scoffed while sitting on the analyst couch, his arms folded as he looked up into the sky. He felt the last place he needed to be, hours away from his debut match was some couch, while listening to someone's yadda-yadda. he had already taken a nap, thought about his work out routine before his match, and about his routine tomorrow... when he was done he found himself still listening to his psychologist. The man spoke nonstop! My goodness! Was he ever going to shut the hell up? tilting his head aside to see the clock on the wall, he only had five minutes and torture would be over! He closed his eyes... gosh he would've rather be trapped for these five remaining minutes in the walls of Jericho or the Crippler's Crossface! Dave has hit the cushion of the couch twice, and just before hitting it the third time and officially tapping out... the psychologist cleared his throat.

Dr. McQueen: Okay Mr. Batista, that would be it for tod...

The Psychologist hadn't even finished his statement and Dave had already jumped off the couch and rushed the hell out of that place! Rushing past the secretary's desk, down the stairs, out of the building and into a Cab.

Dave Batista: Take me to the local GYM Please My man!

Cab Driver:  Oh my god!!!! you're Batista!!!!!

Dave Batista: That's how they call me!

Cab Driver:  God! No one is going to believe this at the cab company nor at home!

Dave Batista: Well you can Bring proof that you met me?

Cab Driver: Sure! like an autograph or a picture?

Dave Batista: I was thinking about something more original? Like hitting you with a spinebuster! Or Destroying your car completely with my bare hands? 

Cab Driver: Err...

Dave Batista: Oh I know! Batista Bomb through the windshield of your cab!

Cab Driver: Umm...

Dave Batista: We can record it on your cellphone? Okay? Pull over!

Batista placed one of his big hands on one of the man's shoulders. He looked back at him on the mirror and Batista glared at him angrily, as if demanding him to do that. The cab driver gulped and Pulled over, Batista came out of the Cab and hopped onto the windshield, slowly doing a bit of streching before looking at the Cab Driver, still inside of the car.

Dave Batista: Are you gonna come out? Hand your cellphone to someone walking by and have this recorded!

The Cab Driver walked out slowly, gulping, handing his cellphone to a kid walking by who cheered and jumped with the little device on his hands. Dave helped the cabdriver up and immediatly locked his head down in between his legs, his arms clenched tightly around his clothes to lift him up for the Batista Bomb... He gave him a pat on the back and laughed.

Dave Batista: You should have seen the look on your face man!

Jumping off the cab and hoping onto the backseat again he waited for the cab driver to pick his phone back and getting back inside the car. Dave hadn't stopped laughing until now. The Driver got inside the car and started the engine, he didn't want to speak anymore, afraid of falling to other of Batista's Jokes, which weren't very tasteful.

Cab Driver: So Dave, Can I call you Dave right?

Dave Batista: Sure, it's better than Animal, or Leviathan!

Cab Driver: Last week on Aggression! Man the last person in the world I expected to see was you! And now you're facing Roddy Piper on Monday! Quite a Debut Match eh?

Dave Batista: You Bet! I'm so pumped! I'm about to crash the gym and work on my babies!

Cab Driver: And you better work good! After all you're quite the man on a mission... You've been stalking FedEx for a little while eh?

Dave Batista: Well... I was sitting back home, enjoying a time off the rings, watching the EBWF which is one of my favorite Wrestling Promotions, I noticed something wasn't right. They Lacked Something! And on top of that they have those four running at large, doing whatever they wanted? God It made me feel so angry! I hadn't been that angry since watching the nWo run at large on the WCW, spraying paint in everyone's backs, giving beatings to everone's heroes! Well the EBWF Lacks a Hero! Someone that fights for the people, for their entertainment! I bet the EBWF Fans want someone to teach FedEx a Lesson!

Cab Driver: Good Call! But first things First! Roddy Rowdy Pipper!

Dave Batista: He's a Legend! I'll give you that! He's tough! I bet he has won more bar brawls than Ric Flair has won World Championships! His Sleeper hold! Deadly... Deadly I tell you! But seriously do you think the man could wrap his arms around my body?

Cab Driver: I seriously doubt that!

Dave Batista: And if he could, do you think I would let him? Of Course Not! Piper has a lot of my respect, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to brutally destroy him tonight!

Cab Driver: Did you see Triple H's Announcement?

Dave Batista: I did! Could you imagine that title belt around my waist? But hey Piper, Piper! Don't make me lose focus! Piper's First and after the Show I will talk to Triple H Myself!

Cab Driver: Okay man, in the mean time... here we are, the best gym in town!

Dave Batista: Okay!

Dave took out his wallet and the Cab Driver shook his head, and took a Permanent marker out of his pocket

Cab Driver: This one is on me, I'm a huge fan of yours! All you have to do is Sign My Cab!

Dave Smiled and nodded. He walked out of the car with the Marker on his hand and wrote along the back door of the left side "DAVE BATISTA RODE THIS CAB AND ALMOST BATISTA BOMBED THE DRIVER!". Afterwards he tossed the marker through the window back at the Driver who smiled and waved goodbye. Batista walked into the Gym and immediatly went to the changing rooms. Walking out in adidas black trackpants, sneakers and a sleeveles T, he moved onto the treadmill to start his routine. It was unbelievably amazing how he could almost never get in touch with his inner self... as a matter of fact he was able to think profoundly and see things clearly when he was training his body. He was so deep in touch with him he didn't even know if he was talking out loud to himself or just thinking

Dave Batista: I have so much on my plate right now, I don't want anything to fall off the edges! I can challenge Triple H for the title, I can Destroy FedEx... two things any superstar in the EBWF would dream about doing, and two things most of the EBWF superstarts cannot do. But these things just make my mind drift off, sorta like when you like a girl, you begin fantasizing about it and then you screw up! I cannot let the open world title shot and the opportunity to match up against FedEx diverse me from the present. What if Hunter says no? What if FedEx disbands? then all this thoughts are just taking my mind and eyes off the target. Roddy Piper! That's what I need to have on my mind right now, me and him in the ring, matching up in that ring, where we earn ourselves a name, fame, fortune, glory! These very hands would help me hike the mountain EBWF is! and I will not let anyone stay in my way!

Dave looked at the timer of the treadmill which was on 45:00, time flew when you worked out and thought about life. He Began lowering the pace down, and inhalind deeply.

Dave Batista: What if I can't perform? What if Piper Beats me? What if FedEx Destroys me? What if Hunter Turns me down? Doubts, I can't let doubts take over me, I must be ready for tonight! Tonight is my night! The debut of the Animal! I will not lose! I Cannot Lose!!!!!!!!!!

He went over towards the weighlifting section, which wasn't far from the treadmills. Uneasiness and prematch stress could easily be converted into something more intimidating. Batista demonstrated that by roaring and Jumping off the weightlifting bench, picking up a treadmill which was nearby and slamming it across a wall to wall mirror. The wrecked machine was now sideways on the floor, the mirror shattered, people in the gym just couldn't believe what just had happened! Batista panted and knelt, to look at himself in one of the broken mirrors, he did not believe in bad luck. Gazing at his face in the pieces of reflected glass he spoke to his reflection, which to him, couldn't hide the fear in his eyes.

Dave Batista: I am Batista!!!! I am not Scared!!!!! and I will be the Best in the EBWF!!!!!

He then stormed out of the gym.