Good Music and Good Practice

Again I try and change my ways
Something for some reason
Takes me from you again
Time nor season (SEASON)
I’m just burnin' for a reason
Killin' myself with guilt
Gave nothin'
Takin’ all
How my life has changed (How my life has changed)
Was it ever sacred?

Feel it...
Let it go...
I know...
I know...what you...feel

-=- Sevendust is shaking the Hampton Beach Casino Ballroom in Hampton, New Hampshire. The current song, “Rumble Fish”, is certainly living up to its title as the glass of Nomad’s personal skybox shakes with every impact of the bass drum. The evening started with a performance by Boston boys Reveille, then continued on with ear-splitting sets by Breaking Point and Soil. The evening is being capped off by the current band. Nomad is sitting back, enjoying the music, and thinking to himself. Although he came to the concert in order to relax, he can’t get his mind off his upcoming match. His thoughts become vocalized as he thinks more intensely and starts speaking to himself -=-

NoMaD: I haven’t been in a Glass Match in a while. I don’t know why I’m nervous, though. I’ve won every Glass Match I’ve been in. And hell, my match against Roach is little more than an afterthought. He presents no threat to me, as I demonstrated when Chandler and I took on him and his partner Crow. They had to gang up on me just to have a fighting chance. I must have the psychological edge going in; I’ve been in more Glass Matches than anyone. He hasn’t even been around long enough to SEE one, let alone fight in one. I can only assume he’s sweating bullets. Not only because of the match, but because of the opponent. He knows I’m the better man. He knows I have enough experience to write a book, and he can barely cover down Chapter 1. And he’d better know that I’m the most dangerous man ever to step in an EWA ring. Him? He lives up to his namesake. He’s just vermin.

Can I get a witness
Can I get a witness
From this rage (RAGE)
Everyday (RAGE)
Suffocate
From the pain
What the fuck, can't believe what you said
Motherfuckers out there don't even know me
Gave nothin'
Takin' all
How my life has changed

Feel it...
Let it go...
I know (What you said)

-=- Sevendust continues to blow away the crowd with their sonic assault on the New Hampshire seacoast. Nomad is so lost in thought he barely notices the band -=-

NoMaD: Me and Chandler are certainly making waves. Our mission is moving on like a freight train. Chandler has his hands full on Heat against Myst, and I have to deal with Roach. So we’re both on our own. But we do provide each other with motivation. If he’s victorious against Myst, and I’m victorious against Roach, then we’ll have solidified our hold on the jugular vein of the “New Blood”. If one or both of us fail, then our mission will be compromised. For the good of the movement, and for the good of the Exterminators, I cannot lose. Not only can I not lose, but I cannot be weak. I’m going out there with two intentions. One, to beat Roach. Two, to annihilate him.

Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up

Feel it... Let it go... I know

NoMaD:This isn’t just a match. It isn’t just a Glass Match. This is an opportunity. This is my chance to make a statement to the EWA, and to the world. If I tear Roach apart like me and Chandler have been doing to the rest of the new breed, then no one will question my devotion to my goal. I will go out there on Tuesday and prove that no one will stand in my way, and no one will oppose me without facing dire consequence.

-=- At that instant, the door to the private skybox slams open, and a man walks in. Around six feet in height, pushing 220 pounds, the man shows signs of combat. Cauliflower ear, scars criss-crossing his forehead, and a lumpy nose that is no longer centered on his face; It’s obviously been broken several times. His head is circled by a ring of silver-grey hair, and his firey eyes are set into deep sockets beneath equally silvery eyebrows. A casual observer would place his age somewhere in the late 50’s or early 60’s. Nomad stands up and faces him, and smiles -=-

NoMaD: Adrian Hawk, the not-so-legendary wrestler. And father of Triston Hawk, the not-so-LIVING wrestler. You made quite the name for yourself on the upper-Wisconsin independent circuit, right?

Adrian Hawk: You bastard. You killed my son, and I’m here to eye-for-an-eye your sorry ass.

NoMaD: Adrian, Adrian, Adrian. You’re more than double my age, and I know you left your cane outside so you wouldn’t look quite so feeble when you hobbled in here. Why don’t you save me some effort and just leave? I wouldn’t want to break a sweat doing to you what I did to your son. Minus the crucifixion, torture, and slow bloody death, of course. I really don’t have the time for such theatrics.

Adrian Hawk: My son made me proud. He finally made it to the big time, he did what I never could. And then YOU took it all away from him! You took EVERYTHING away from him!!!

NoMaD: He took it away from himself by sucking so bad, gramps.

Adrian Hawk: BASTARD!!!

-=- Adrian Hawk charges Nomad, who jumps up and wraps his arm around Adrian’s head. Nomad spins and falls, dropping Adrian in a tornado DDT through a catering cart. Nomad kips up and looks down at the fallen Hawk, who can barely muster the energy to move. He somehow makes it to his feet, and half-charges and half-stumbles at Nomad again. Nomad easily sidesteps the attack, and catches Adrian’s right arm with his left arm. He spins, and pins Adrian’s arm behind his back with a modified hammer lock. Nomad synches in the rarely-used GothLock by wrapping his right arm around the front of Adrian Hawk’s neck in a tight choke -=-

NoMaD: Thanks for the light workout, old man. I hope you enjoy sharing your son’s fate.

-=- Just as Sevendust slams down on the opening note of the last song of the night, their hit “Denial”, Nomad violently shoves Adrian Hawk through the glass window of the skybox. The crowd doesn’t even notice due to the entrancing and deafening performance onstage. Adrian falls and lands upon the crowd, who instinctively crowd-surf him towards the stage. About halfway there, he falls into an intense mosh pit head-first. The kids, lost in the music, barely even notice. The trauma is too much for the feeble old man, who dies underfoot in the crowd -=-

NoMaD: Sucking eggs must run in the family.

-=- Nomad packs up and leaves before too much attention is drawn to him. Sevendust plays on -=-

Denial seems it had to come
Relied on me to say it all
Denial has LEFT YOU ALL ALONE