Post by THE Tristan Slater on Nov 12, 2017 15:57:24 GMT -5
I staggered backstage following Monday Night Brawl as a shot to the temple with Danny’s scepter knocked me a little sideways yet ultimately they choked per usual when the playing fields are leveled. Truly a wonderful site in deed.
With my ears ringing and my focus more than a little off I am able to negotiate my feet without the assistance of the concrete walls that surround me as I head towards the Glorious New Breed locker room. As I approach I reach out for the door handle only to have the door snatched open right in front of my eyes by an unseen force.
I don’t quite believe what I just saw… Then again maybe I didn’t see it at all and maybe I actually opened the door… I walk through the door frame where my eyes immediately fixate on the black top hat with old patch work staring right back at me. I let out a deep breath, almost out of a state of shock. Suddenly Terry Borden emerges out from the bathroom fanning the front of his nose with his left hand while letting it be known…
TERRY BORDEN- “Everyone might want to let that one settle before going in there, BROTHER!”
Terry’s eyes shift towards me as I have now walked across the locker room floor and have the top hat in my hands.
TERRY BORDEN- “What are you doing with that, DUDE?”
My eyes shift up and making eye contact with Terry before calmly and silently stating.
TRISTAN SLATER- “Wonderland.”
Tristan places the top hat on the ground with the lid faced up before spinning it counter clockwise. The entire room goes dark as the top hat starts spinning faster and faster. There’s a loud clasp of thunder as the portal opens and swallows me up. Just as quickly as it opens it shuts leaving Terry looking on in a state of complete shock.
John Cable enters the locker room and immediately see’s Terry with a confused look on his face.
JOHN CABLE- “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Terry shifts his attention towards John.
TERRY BORDEN- “He just… He just disappeared.”
Immediately John marches up towards Terry taking him by both shoulders.
JOHN CABLE- “Who disappeared?!?!”
John exclaims as he starts to shake Terry’s shoulders yet doesn’t get an answer from Terry who seems more distraught.
JOHN CABLE- “Talk to me Terry!”
Terry seemingly snaps out of his trance.
TERRY BORDEN- “Tristan! Tristan just disappeared!”
John releases his grasp on Terry’s shoulders as he states.
JOHN CABLE- “When did he disappear?!?! What did he say?!?!”
TERRY BORDEN- “He literally just disappeared and he said something about wonderland.”
John mutters under his breath.
JOHN CABLE- “Oh shit.”
The scene fades into the darkness before once again opening where we find Tristan Slater sitting on a large white mushroom with red circles. Sitting next to him on the mushroom is the white rabbit.
TRISTAN SLATER- “I don’t understand why I keep being brought here. I’m not from this world or of it. None of this makes any sense to me.”
Tristan states out loud as he is literally talking to this rabbit.
TRISTAN SLATER- “It’s got to mean something.”
Tristan begins to talk this entire situation out.
TRISTAN SLATER- “Why would someone want me here? There’s something that has to be here…”
As Tristan’s thinks there’s muttering from the White Rabbit.
WHITE RABBIT- “Because something is here for you.”
I shake my head slightly before looking down at the White Rabbit.
TRISTAN SLATER- “You can talk?”
The white rabbit looks up at me.
WHITE RABBIT- “Uh… yeah.”
TRISTAN SLATER- “Why the hell haven’t you spoken to me before now?”
WHITE RABBIT- “Because you never asked.”
Tristan spouts back at the White Rabbit.
TRISTAN SLATER- “I didn’t ask you now either but you broke your silence. What do you know? Why am I here?”
WHITE RABBIT- “All in due time you’ll find the answers in which you seek… But as of now… We’re late!”
The White Rabbit jumps off the giant mushroom landing on the dirt path way and as he starts running down the path I jump off the mushroom myself.
TRISTAN SLATER- “HEY! GET BACK HERE!”
I take off running after the white rabbit down the dirt path. The weeds are swaying in the winds as I give chase. I follow the white rabbit around a bend in the dirt path where I suddenly come to a stop where I’m looking up at massive green caterpillar that is smoking a giant hookah. The white rabbit doesn’t move as he is trembling in fear.
The caterpillar takes a deep pull off the hookah as he shifts his attention down towards myself and the white rabbit. He blows a massive smoke ring down at us while spouting out.
CATERPILLAR- “Whoooooo… Are…. You.”
The smoke ring breaks up before it comes close to smashing into my face.
TRISTAN SLATER- “I’m TRISTAN SLATER.”
The caterpillar take another long pull from the hookah where he blows yet another massive smoke ring towards myself and the white rabbit.
CATERPILLAR- “WHO! ARE! YOU!”
I glance down towards the white rabbit as I sarcastically state.
TRISTAN SLATER- “The fuck is this guy’s problem.”
I shift my attention back towards the Caterpillar before stepping forward and projecting with a loud tone and base within my voice.
TRISTAN SLATER- “I’m TRISTAN SLATER!”
Which I follow up with.
TRISTAN SLATER- “Who the fuck are you!”
The green in the caterpillars face shifts to a bright, bright red and yet before he can explode in a fury of anger the white rabbit comes forward and proclaims.
WHITE RABBIT- “He’s the CHOSEN ONE.”
Upon hearing those words the Caterpillars face shifts back to its greenish tint while I turn towards the White Rabbit while stating.
TRISTAN SLATER- “Chosen one? Chosen for what, exactly?!”
The caterpillar commands my attention as he starts to address me.
CATERPILLAR- “Chosen to save the life of someone close to you… Someone that you once lost, or thought you did.”
I interject.
TRISTAN SLATER- “What the fuck it going on here? Someone please tell me why I am in this world and who’s life am I saving? I don’t understand.”
CATERPILLAR- “All answers will be revealed. You’re here to save a life of someone you once lost. This world isn’t that of the likes of where you came from. You have been sought out by the top hat that’s brought you to and from out world; the sender of the top hat has brought you here to save them from the Queen of….”
The White Rabbit cuts back in.
WHITE RABBIT- “Don’t say her name!”
TRISTAN SLATER- “The Queen of what?!”
WHITE RABBIT- “If he says her name she’ll know you’re here! If she knows you’re here you’re advantage is gone!”
Tristan starts to slowly pace back and forth on the dirt path in front of the Caterpillar and beside the white rabbit.
TRISTAN SLATER- “I’m about sick of all these games. Somebody is going to tell me what is going on or else I’m going to lose my cool… Nobody is going to like that.”
The caterpillars words ring out.
CATERPILLAR- “Queen of Black Hearts!”
Suddenly I hear the pacing of what sounds like hundreds of feet marching closer and closer from off in the distance.
WHITE RABBIT- “Now you’ve done it!”
TRISTAN SLATER- “What has he done?”
Without hesitation the White Rabbit responds.
WHITE RABBIT- “He summoned the Queen!”
Coming over the horizon is a huge round of troops followed by a horse drawn carriage with six white majestic horses.
TRISTAN SLATER- “Maybe this bitch will get me answers.”
At a second glance the troops are already upon us and have circle around us. They’re all in black cloaks with handmade spears pointing at us from all angles. My attention isn’t focused on the hundreds of guards that surround me but more focused on the emergence of this Queen of Black Hearts. The carriage door swings open.
The Queen of Black Hearts emerges out from the carriage. She’s on the shorter side, blonde hair with pink highlights and draws a striking resemblance to one Alyce Starchylde only not a whore… Or is she? Who knows? The resemblance is enough to draw the following remarks.
TRISTAN SLATER- “Alyce you cunt! I knew you had something to do with this!”
I march forward only to be quickly cut off by some of her troops as they stand in the way with their spears stretched out towards various parts of my neck. One false move on my behalf and I’m done. My eyes don’t move from the Queen of Black Hearts as she now stands closer to me but remains protected.
QUEEN OF BLACK HEARTS- “Who’s this Alyce you speak off? Clearly you’ve have me mistaken because this is MY world. Everyone answers to me; including you.”
She states with a hint of cockiness.
QUEEN OF BLACK HEARTS- “What is your name? What is your purpose in my wonderland?”
There’s a pause before I state with nothing short of sheer confidence.
TRISTAN SLATER- “I’m the Chosen One.”
There’s a collective gasp from all the soldiers as the Queen smirks in my direction.
QUEEN OF BLACK HEARTS- “Is that a fact?”
TRISTAN SLATER- “So I’m told.”
QUEEN OF BLACK HEARTS- “Hmmm…. I think I know exactly where you belong.”
She turns and motions towards the guards who immediately start to corral around me and with using there spears they control move me towards the back of the carriage to a small wooden cell.
QUEEN OF BLACK HEARTS- “TO THE PRISON!”
I’m forced into the back of the wooden cell where the door and shut and locked. The Queen of Black Hearts makes her way back into the carriage. The scene fades only to re-open as I’m thrown into a large prison in the Queen’s Castle.
It’s dimly lit.
Dark.
You can seemingly smell the mold growth within the walls of this massive dungeon. I can hear the sounds of water dripping when I’m suddenly caught off guard by a female voice.
“Is that you?”
I shout back out.
TRISTAN SLATER- “Who’s there!?!?!”
There’s some ruffling off in the darkness as I am completely on edge with my fists drawn now knowing what is about to show itself to me.
“You’re the chosen one… And I’m the one that sent for you.”
Stepping out from the shadows and into the dimly lit light is….
TRISTAN SLATER- “Mom?”
“Yes my son.”
The scene fades to black.
… CONTINUATION FROM JOHN CABLE.
A GLORIOUS PROMO:
How fucking great is to it be Glorious! No really. I mean it in every sense of the word because right now as of this moment everything is falling into place if your name is Tristan Slater with Caged In on the horizon. I mean I get Alyce served up on a silver platter AND I’ve got my shot at taking back what rightfully belongs to me a mere two weeks later on Monday Night Brawl. Basically we’re just a few short weeks from everything being right with the world one more time and I will be standing firmly on the mountaintop as the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion; and that’s all that really matters.
So in the meantime allow me to give Alyce my undivided attention that she’s practically been begging for over the last four months.
Hi Alyce, miss me?
I mean… I’m not even sure that’s a relevant question to ask since I’ve all but ignored you and bullshit excuses for being a professional wrestler. It seems that you’re so desperate to be taken seriously yet when it really matters you always seem to come up short or you’ll have someone else doing all the heavy lifting for you to easily pick up the scraps. Instead of focusing on you and Danny; which is all but an easy fucking target, I will direct my attention towards you and your actions over the last several months that has brought us to this point where you’re finally going to be forced to stand in the same ring as me one on one without the assistance of anyone BUT you and your abilities; which are lacking. Throughout your entire WGWF career you’ve had what… Two big victories… If you can even call them that. First you brag about defeating Danny in what can only be described as a train wreck of a contest and ultimately looked like a glorified porno instead of an actual wrestling match; kudos. The second was over Jocelyn Camden and while you did fight Jocelyn it was Danny that was responsible for burying her alive now wasn’t it? Basically your two BIG wins have asterisks beside them while you’ve fallen so hard opposite John Cable for the Intercontinental Title; granted I played a little game with you on that note but you still crumbled under the Glorious New Breed. The only thing you seem to actually be good at is jumping people from behind or laying out beatings with numbers; I should know, I mean I have been on the receiving end of them more times than I care to count only to bounce right back and bitch slap you back into reality without so much as breaking a sweat.
We are on the cusp of Caged In and it shall be on this night in which you finally get what you’ve got coming to you and the ass whipping you’re going to receive is LONG overdue. And while you’re a consolation prize at best to me I’m going to enjoy hearing you scream in agony much like I do every time I have to sit through one of those bullshit promotional pieces you put out that’s about as entertaining as watching paint dry; and yet you wonder why you’re always losing the marquee attractions against marquee opponents that actually bother to show up. Reality is you’re nowhere near as good as you think you are and in this instance I’m going to prove it by embarrassing you inside that squared circle while showing you exactly why I am the single longest running WGWF World Heavyweight Champion this company has had since it relaunched nearly two years ago. Talents like you come and go like a fart in the wind while talents like me are long lasting diamonds in the rough.
Which is why it’s so entertaining to me to listen to the proverbial bullshit that flows from that little cock sucker of yours. To hear you talk about what you’ve done and what your capable of you make yourself sound like the second coming of Christ or some shit but in reality; you know, that place where everyone else seems to live other than yourself, you’re nothing but a little hype and a lot of hot air. It makes me wonder if you got your hair tied up so tight that your somehow breaking into some sort of second dimension where you can literally say anything you want and everyone else is supposed to believe it just because you’re saying it. So now is the time that you officially pull that chair up to the grown folks table and see if you can actually back your play because from where I am sitting I have nothing but doubts that you can while if you look at my track record I’ve suffered but TWO, count them TWO defeats in nearly two years. Can you make that same proclamation? Can you remotely make that very bold statement? Nah, I didn’t fucking think so. Can you say that you’re a Grand Slam Champion? Can you say that you’ve defeated any and every superstar that has crossed your path? I can.
Do you know what else I can say? I’m a WGWF Hall of Fame Inductee.
So if it comes down to credentials you can’t fucking touch me now nor will you ever be able to.
I didn’t get to where I am because I was handed shit. I’m the guy that made this federation sit up and take notice, I’m the man that took the bull by the horns and slammed it to the goddamn ground… much like I’m going to do to you in just a few short hours come Caged In. Face it toots, you’re in WAY over your head and you’ve got absolutely nothing to fall back on other than yourself. Good news for me, bad news for you. I mean I could sit here all night and speak volumes about how someone like you will never compare the Gloriousness that I provide but I feel as if the more I talk about it the more it becomes beating a dead horse, so instead let’s now let’s shift gears and discuss just how fucked you truly are because the only reason I am remotely wasting my time with you now has nothing to really do with you other than your association with Danny Tenegra. You’re his queen, you’re the apple to his eye, you’re his precious piece of ass, his right hand, you’re his everything…
Punching you in the face is going to hurt him more than it’s going to hurt you; now don’t get me wrong… It’s GOING to hurt regardless just like watching just about any match you’ve been involved in up until this point has hurt my eyes; sorry, I couldn’t resist. My point is I know Danny is going to have a close eye on this upcoming affair as he rightfully should because even he is going to be worried about just how far I am going to go by using you and your body to send him a very loud, very clear and very painful message to him; hell, with how far I plan on taking you and your pain level thresh hold I wouldn’t be surprised to see him make his way to the ring to throw in a towel because sweet cheeks you don’t stand a fucking chance! You’re in way over your head and your boo knows it. Not only does Danny know it, the locker room knows it, the rest of the world knows it… The only person that doesn’t seem to know it is you; but don’t you worry sunshine, I’m far better with showing you that cold, hard fact than I am at telling you and you shall be shown first hand, live and in living color come Caged In.
Alyce, I’ll go back to a statement I made towards you just following Summer Madness as I stood in the center of that ring with as microphone in hand…
I’m coming through your looking glass!
Your back is against the wall as you walk into a MUST WIN situation against a man that has more talent in his left nut than you’ve got running through your entire body. So how will you cope? How are you going to deal with a guy like me that has you outmatched from every angle you choose to view it from? You don’t have to give me my respect or my props for being the superstar that I am nor do I expect it. I firmly expect you to “try” to down play me, I firmly expect you to try your damnedest to discredit my accomplishments; which again over shadow anything you’ve done, I fully expect you to try and punch holes in my legacy… The only thing I will say to you in that regard is to pack a lunch sweetheart because this is going to be an all-day thing that you’re nowhere near ready for. In closing when it comes to Alyce Starchydle; while she’s been a waste of my time and effort on one side of the coin she’s totally worth something on the other side. There’s always a silver lining and in this instance it rests with the current WGWF World Heavyweight Champion who will be forced to sit back and watch as he side piece is humbled and embarrassed in front of the fucking world. It’s going to be a beating that will stand the test of time and will expose you for the second rate mid card talent that you truly and actually are. Remember Alyce that I didn’t ask for this, you did. You are the guilty party that’s started this with all you cowardly attacks; which is fitting that’s the only way you’ll ever get an upper hand… But I’ll be more than happy to fucking end it.
That’s not a good thing… That’s a GLORIOUS thing!
With my ears ringing and my focus more than a little off I am able to negotiate my feet without the assistance of the concrete walls that surround me as I head towards the Glorious New Breed locker room. As I approach I reach out for the door handle only to have the door snatched open right in front of my eyes by an unseen force.
I don’t quite believe what I just saw… Then again maybe I didn’t see it at all and maybe I actually opened the door… I walk through the door frame where my eyes immediately fixate on the black top hat with old patch work staring right back at me. I let out a deep breath, almost out of a state of shock. Suddenly Terry Borden emerges out from the bathroom fanning the front of his nose with his left hand while letting it be known…
TERRY BORDEN- “Everyone might want to let that one settle before going in there, BROTHER!”
Terry’s eyes shift towards me as I have now walked across the locker room floor and have the top hat in my hands.
TERRY BORDEN- “What are you doing with that, DUDE?”
My eyes shift up and making eye contact with Terry before calmly and silently stating.
TRISTAN SLATER- “Wonderland.”
Tristan places the top hat on the ground with the lid faced up before spinning it counter clockwise. The entire room goes dark as the top hat starts spinning faster and faster. There’s a loud clasp of thunder as the portal opens and swallows me up. Just as quickly as it opens it shuts leaving Terry looking on in a state of complete shock.
John Cable enters the locker room and immediately see’s Terry with a confused look on his face.
JOHN CABLE- “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Terry shifts his attention towards John.
TERRY BORDEN- “He just… He just disappeared.”
Immediately John marches up towards Terry taking him by both shoulders.
JOHN CABLE- “Who disappeared?!?!”
John exclaims as he starts to shake Terry’s shoulders yet doesn’t get an answer from Terry who seems more distraught.
JOHN CABLE- “Talk to me Terry!”
Terry seemingly snaps out of his trance.
TERRY BORDEN- “Tristan! Tristan just disappeared!”
John releases his grasp on Terry’s shoulders as he states.
JOHN CABLE- “When did he disappear?!?! What did he say?!?!”
TERRY BORDEN- “He literally just disappeared and he said something about wonderland.”
John mutters under his breath.
JOHN CABLE- “Oh shit.”
The scene fades into the darkness before once again opening where we find Tristan Slater sitting on a large white mushroom with red circles. Sitting next to him on the mushroom is the white rabbit.
TRISTAN SLATER- “I don’t understand why I keep being brought here. I’m not from this world or of it. None of this makes any sense to me.”
Tristan states out loud as he is literally talking to this rabbit.
TRISTAN SLATER- “It’s got to mean something.”
Tristan begins to talk this entire situation out.
TRISTAN SLATER- “Why would someone want me here? There’s something that has to be here…”
As Tristan’s thinks there’s muttering from the White Rabbit.
WHITE RABBIT- “Because something is here for you.”
I shake my head slightly before looking down at the White Rabbit.
TRISTAN SLATER- “You can talk?”
The white rabbit looks up at me.
WHITE RABBIT- “Uh… yeah.”
TRISTAN SLATER- “Why the hell haven’t you spoken to me before now?”
WHITE RABBIT- “Because you never asked.”
Tristan spouts back at the White Rabbit.
TRISTAN SLATER- “I didn’t ask you now either but you broke your silence. What do you know? Why am I here?”
WHITE RABBIT- “All in due time you’ll find the answers in which you seek… But as of now… We’re late!”
The White Rabbit jumps off the giant mushroom landing on the dirt path way and as he starts running down the path I jump off the mushroom myself.
TRISTAN SLATER- “HEY! GET BACK HERE!”
I take off running after the white rabbit down the dirt path. The weeds are swaying in the winds as I give chase. I follow the white rabbit around a bend in the dirt path where I suddenly come to a stop where I’m looking up at massive green caterpillar that is smoking a giant hookah. The white rabbit doesn’t move as he is trembling in fear.
The caterpillar takes a deep pull off the hookah as he shifts his attention down towards myself and the white rabbit. He blows a massive smoke ring down at us while spouting out.
CATERPILLAR- “Whoooooo… Are…. You.”
The smoke ring breaks up before it comes close to smashing into my face.
TRISTAN SLATER- “I’m TRISTAN SLATER.”
The caterpillar take another long pull from the hookah where he blows yet another massive smoke ring towards myself and the white rabbit.
CATERPILLAR- “WHO! ARE! YOU!”
I glance down towards the white rabbit as I sarcastically state.
TRISTAN SLATER- “The fuck is this guy’s problem.”
I shift my attention back towards the Caterpillar before stepping forward and projecting with a loud tone and base within my voice.
TRISTAN SLATER- “I’m TRISTAN SLATER!”
Which I follow up with.
TRISTAN SLATER- “Who the fuck are you!”
The green in the caterpillars face shifts to a bright, bright red and yet before he can explode in a fury of anger the white rabbit comes forward and proclaims.
WHITE RABBIT- “He’s the CHOSEN ONE.”
Upon hearing those words the Caterpillars face shifts back to its greenish tint while I turn towards the White Rabbit while stating.
TRISTAN SLATER- “Chosen one? Chosen for what, exactly?!”
The caterpillar commands my attention as he starts to address me.
CATERPILLAR- “Chosen to save the life of someone close to you… Someone that you once lost, or thought you did.”
I interject.
TRISTAN SLATER- “What the fuck it going on here? Someone please tell me why I am in this world and who’s life am I saving? I don’t understand.”
CATERPILLAR- “All answers will be revealed. You’re here to save a life of someone you once lost. This world isn’t that of the likes of where you came from. You have been sought out by the top hat that’s brought you to and from out world; the sender of the top hat has brought you here to save them from the Queen of….”
The White Rabbit cuts back in.
WHITE RABBIT- “Don’t say her name!”
TRISTAN SLATER- “The Queen of what?!”
WHITE RABBIT- “If he says her name she’ll know you’re here! If she knows you’re here you’re advantage is gone!”
Tristan starts to slowly pace back and forth on the dirt path in front of the Caterpillar and beside the white rabbit.
TRISTAN SLATER- “I’m about sick of all these games. Somebody is going to tell me what is going on or else I’m going to lose my cool… Nobody is going to like that.”
The caterpillars words ring out.
CATERPILLAR- “Queen of Black Hearts!”
Suddenly I hear the pacing of what sounds like hundreds of feet marching closer and closer from off in the distance.
WHITE RABBIT- “Now you’ve done it!”
TRISTAN SLATER- “What has he done?”
Without hesitation the White Rabbit responds.
WHITE RABBIT- “He summoned the Queen!”
Coming over the horizon is a huge round of troops followed by a horse drawn carriage with six white majestic horses.
TRISTAN SLATER- “Maybe this bitch will get me answers.”
At a second glance the troops are already upon us and have circle around us. They’re all in black cloaks with handmade spears pointing at us from all angles. My attention isn’t focused on the hundreds of guards that surround me but more focused on the emergence of this Queen of Black Hearts. The carriage door swings open.
The Queen of Black Hearts emerges out from the carriage. She’s on the shorter side, blonde hair with pink highlights and draws a striking resemblance to one Alyce Starchylde only not a whore… Or is she? Who knows? The resemblance is enough to draw the following remarks.
TRISTAN SLATER- “Alyce you cunt! I knew you had something to do with this!”
I march forward only to be quickly cut off by some of her troops as they stand in the way with their spears stretched out towards various parts of my neck. One false move on my behalf and I’m done. My eyes don’t move from the Queen of Black Hearts as she now stands closer to me but remains protected.
QUEEN OF BLACK HEARTS- “Who’s this Alyce you speak off? Clearly you’ve have me mistaken because this is MY world. Everyone answers to me; including you.”
She states with a hint of cockiness.
QUEEN OF BLACK HEARTS- “What is your name? What is your purpose in my wonderland?”
There’s a pause before I state with nothing short of sheer confidence.
TRISTAN SLATER- “I’m the Chosen One.”
There’s a collective gasp from all the soldiers as the Queen smirks in my direction.
QUEEN OF BLACK HEARTS- “Is that a fact?”
TRISTAN SLATER- “So I’m told.”
QUEEN OF BLACK HEARTS- “Hmmm…. I think I know exactly where you belong.”
She turns and motions towards the guards who immediately start to corral around me and with using there spears they control move me towards the back of the carriage to a small wooden cell.
QUEEN OF BLACK HEARTS- “TO THE PRISON!”
I’m forced into the back of the wooden cell where the door and shut and locked. The Queen of Black Hearts makes her way back into the carriage. The scene fades only to re-open as I’m thrown into a large prison in the Queen’s Castle.
It’s dimly lit.
Dark.
You can seemingly smell the mold growth within the walls of this massive dungeon. I can hear the sounds of water dripping when I’m suddenly caught off guard by a female voice.
“Is that you?”
I shout back out.
TRISTAN SLATER- “Who’s there!?!?!”
There’s some ruffling off in the darkness as I am completely on edge with my fists drawn now knowing what is about to show itself to me.
“You’re the chosen one… And I’m the one that sent for you.”
Stepping out from the shadows and into the dimly lit light is….
TRISTAN SLATER- “Mom?”
“Yes my son.”
The scene fades to black.
… CONTINUATION FROM JOHN CABLE.
A GLORIOUS PROMO:
How fucking great is to it be Glorious! No really. I mean it in every sense of the word because right now as of this moment everything is falling into place if your name is Tristan Slater with Caged In on the horizon. I mean I get Alyce served up on a silver platter AND I’ve got my shot at taking back what rightfully belongs to me a mere two weeks later on Monday Night Brawl. Basically we’re just a few short weeks from everything being right with the world one more time and I will be standing firmly on the mountaintop as the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion; and that’s all that really matters.
So in the meantime allow me to give Alyce my undivided attention that she’s practically been begging for over the last four months.
Hi Alyce, miss me?
I mean… I’m not even sure that’s a relevant question to ask since I’ve all but ignored you and bullshit excuses for being a professional wrestler. It seems that you’re so desperate to be taken seriously yet when it really matters you always seem to come up short or you’ll have someone else doing all the heavy lifting for you to easily pick up the scraps. Instead of focusing on you and Danny; which is all but an easy fucking target, I will direct my attention towards you and your actions over the last several months that has brought us to this point where you’re finally going to be forced to stand in the same ring as me one on one without the assistance of anyone BUT you and your abilities; which are lacking. Throughout your entire WGWF career you’ve had what… Two big victories… If you can even call them that. First you brag about defeating Danny in what can only be described as a train wreck of a contest and ultimately looked like a glorified porno instead of an actual wrestling match; kudos. The second was over Jocelyn Camden and while you did fight Jocelyn it was Danny that was responsible for burying her alive now wasn’t it? Basically your two BIG wins have asterisks beside them while you’ve fallen so hard opposite John Cable for the Intercontinental Title; granted I played a little game with you on that note but you still crumbled under the Glorious New Breed. The only thing you seem to actually be good at is jumping people from behind or laying out beatings with numbers; I should know, I mean I have been on the receiving end of them more times than I care to count only to bounce right back and bitch slap you back into reality without so much as breaking a sweat.
We are on the cusp of Caged In and it shall be on this night in which you finally get what you’ve got coming to you and the ass whipping you’re going to receive is LONG overdue. And while you’re a consolation prize at best to me I’m going to enjoy hearing you scream in agony much like I do every time I have to sit through one of those bullshit promotional pieces you put out that’s about as entertaining as watching paint dry; and yet you wonder why you’re always losing the marquee attractions against marquee opponents that actually bother to show up. Reality is you’re nowhere near as good as you think you are and in this instance I’m going to prove it by embarrassing you inside that squared circle while showing you exactly why I am the single longest running WGWF World Heavyweight Champion this company has had since it relaunched nearly two years ago. Talents like you come and go like a fart in the wind while talents like me are long lasting diamonds in the rough.
Which is why it’s so entertaining to me to listen to the proverbial bullshit that flows from that little cock sucker of yours. To hear you talk about what you’ve done and what your capable of you make yourself sound like the second coming of Christ or some shit but in reality; you know, that place where everyone else seems to live other than yourself, you’re nothing but a little hype and a lot of hot air. It makes me wonder if you got your hair tied up so tight that your somehow breaking into some sort of second dimension where you can literally say anything you want and everyone else is supposed to believe it just because you’re saying it. So now is the time that you officially pull that chair up to the grown folks table and see if you can actually back your play because from where I am sitting I have nothing but doubts that you can while if you look at my track record I’ve suffered but TWO, count them TWO defeats in nearly two years. Can you make that same proclamation? Can you remotely make that very bold statement? Nah, I didn’t fucking think so. Can you say that you’re a Grand Slam Champion? Can you say that you’ve defeated any and every superstar that has crossed your path? I can.
Do you know what else I can say? I’m a WGWF Hall of Fame Inductee.
So if it comes down to credentials you can’t fucking touch me now nor will you ever be able to.
I didn’t get to where I am because I was handed shit. I’m the guy that made this federation sit up and take notice, I’m the man that took the bull by the horns and slammed it to the goddamn ground… much like I’m going to do to you in just a few short hours come Caged In. Face it toots, you’re in WAY over your head and you’ve got absolutely nothing to fall back on other than yourself. Good news for me, bad news for you. I mean I could sit here all night and speak volumes about how someone like you will never compare the Gloriousness that I provide but I feel as if the more I talk about it the more it becomes beating a dead horse, so instead let’s now let’s shift gears and discuss just how fucked you truly are because the only reason I am remotely wasting my time with you now has nothing to really do with you other than your association with Danny Tenegra. You’re his queen, you’re the apple to his eye, you’re his precious piece of ass, his right hand, you’re his everything…
Punching you in the face is going to hurt him more than it’s going to hurt you; now don’t get me wrong… It’s GOING to hurt regardless just like watching just about any match you’ve been involved in up until this point has hurt my eyes; sorry, I couldn’t resist. My point is I know Danny is going to have a close eye on this upcoming affair as he rightfully should because even he is going to be worried about just how far I am going to go by using you and your body to send him a very loud, very clear and very painful message to him; hell, with how far I plan on taking you and your pain level thresh hold I wouldn’t be surprised to see him make his way to the ring to throw in a towel because sweet cheeks you don’t stand a fucking chance! You’re in way over your head and your boo knows it. Not only does Danny know it, the locker room knows it, the rest of the world knows it… The only person that doesn’t seem to know it is you; but don’t you worry sunshine, I’m far better with showing you that cold, hard fact than I am at telling you and you shall be shown first hand, live and in living color come Caged In.
Alyce, I’ll go back to a statement I made towards you just following Summer Madness as I stood in the center of that ring with as microphone in hand…
I’m coming through your looking glass!
Your back is against the wall as you walk into a MUST WIN situation against a man that has more talent in his left nut than you’ve got running through your entire body. So how will you cope? How are you going to deal with a guy like me that has you outmatched from every angle you choose to view it from? You don’t have to give me my respect or my props for being the superstar that I am nor do I expect it. I firmly expect you to “try” to down play me, I firmly expect you to try your damnedest to discredit my accomplishments; which again over shadow anything you’ve done, I fully expect you to try and punch holes in my legacy… The only thing I will say to you in that regard is to pack a lunch sweetheart because this is going to be an all-day thing that you’re nowhere near ready for. In closing when it comes to Alyce Starchydle; while she’s been a waste of my time and effort on one side of the coin she’s totally worth something on the other side. There’s always a silver lining and in this instance it rests with the current WGWF World Heavyweight Champion who will be forced to sit back and watch as he side piece is humbled and embarrassed in front of the fucking world. It’s going to be a beating that will stand the test of time and will expose you for the second rate mid card talent that you truly and actually are. Remember Alyce that I didn’t ask for this, you did. You are the guilty party that’s started this with all you cowardly attacks; which is fitting that’s the only way you’ll ever get an upper hand… But I’ll be more than happy to fucking end it.
That’s not a good thing… That’s a GLORIOUS thing!