Post by THE Tristan Slater on Jan 21, 2018 22:07:08 GMT -5
The wrestling world is still spinning over the closing moments of the last edition of Monday Night Brawl where “Glorious” Tristan Slater shocked the world by refusing a tag to his longtime best friend, stablemate and tag team partner known simply as John “The Beast” Cable just two short weeks away from the biggest Triple Threat Match in the WGWF’s history. There’s a lot of speculation in the air regarding the relationship between Tristan and John following these actions but more importantly with this riff is it enough for MDK to overcome and successfully retain the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship in a match that was originally designed for him to lose?
Can John and Tristan coexist after Monday Night Brawl?
Have they even conversed since the shocking moment when Tristan left the ring following John’s most recent defeat?
Our scene opens on neutral ground as all members of the Glorious New Breed are present in what appears to be some sort of board room, yet it’s not at the New Breed Foundation where most of the Glorious New Breed’s meetings have taken place over the last year and a half. Everyone is present, everyone but Tristan Slater. Seated around the table; in no particular order, John is at the head of the table on one side; Terry Borden is shown seated in a chair to his left while Citizen is in a chair to his right.
John begins tapping his fingertips on the top of the polished oak conference table with his left hand before shifting his attention to the black sports watch on his right wrist. The tapping stops as the silence is broken.
JOHN CABLE- “He isn’t going to show.”
John states as his eyes shift towards Terry and then towards Citizen.
TERRY BORDEN- “Let’s give him a few more minutes.”
Terry suggests to his New Breed counterparts.
TERRY BORDEN- “He’s going to show.”
Anyone who knows anything about me knows that when I make a commitment I uphold it regardless if it’s a waste of time or not. In this circumstance it would be fitting to no show them on a meeting that I called so I could clear the air following Monday Night Brawl as we head into the West Coast Rumble.
I know better than anyone electing not to tag in and leaving John to eat the pinfall is either going to go one of two ways; the first, they’re going to see where I’m coming from as a talent and as a friend in that this is nothing but a wakeup call for my gentle little giant as a way for him to pull his head out of his ass and clock the fuck back in as we have a prime opportunity to leave with the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship.
Danny doesn’t stand much of a solid chance; or does he? You know they said the same thing about me when I walked into Wrestle Wars Eleven as the World Champion defending against both Paul Frost and Danny Tenegra; they said that it was all formality and that I wouldn’t be able to overcome the odds and leave with the title still intact… But I did, and do you know how I did that? I played Danny and Paul off each other going into the actual event itself.
I put dissention between them and forced them to really think about the others motives.
The second thing that could happen is that John allows this to be the crack of dissention that fucks everything up and allows Danny to capitalize on it just like I did almost a year or so ago. Now, we all know that I’m a very intelligent guy and look at things from every possible variable before I remotely start to formulate my personal game plan.
CITIZEN- “Maybe John’s right…”
Citizen states before pausing for just a mere second.
CITIZEN- “Maybe Tristan isn’t coming, and what he did on Brawl was a way for him to walk away from the Glorious New Breed altogether.”
The doors to the conference room swing open and in walks Tristan Slater as he spouts out.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “Or maybe I just got a little hung up in some traffic.”
I eye the room looking over at Terry Borden and then towards the Citizen before finally shifting my gaze towards John. It’s then that I let out a deep sigh as I can’t help but to feel sorry for him and how far he’s dropped over the last several months. I mean here’s a guy that defeated Kyle Shane for his Intercontinental Championship. Beating Kyle Shane is certainly something worth bragging about in its own right and to fall suffering two back to back losses to someone like Starchylde which instantly gave her the one thing she didn’t have… credibility.
There’s not a word spoken between John and I as I start to walk towards the far end of the conference table to the vacant seat. It’s once I get to the end of the table I unzip my grey hoodie and remove it proudly displaying my Glorious New Breed black t-shirt with gold lettering. I place the hoodie on the table before taking my seat. You can feel the awkwardness in the air as this is the first time John and I have been around each other since that edition of Brawl, more importantly it’s the first time we’ve spoken as well.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “Sorry I’m late.”
I state directing it towards everyone at the table. The last thing I want is for these guys to think I ran intentionally late just to be a dick after calling for this meeting to be held; even though they would be one hundred percent correct.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “I do appreciate everyone meeting me here this afternoon so that we might be able to talk about a few things and perhaps address the elephant in the room.”
Before I can go any further Citizen interjects himself into the conversation before it can even start.
CITIZEN- “Hang on a second; before we go any further there’s something John needs to tell you.”
I shake my head to the left and the right several quick times as he interlocks the fingers of both hands while gently placing his palms down on the smooth top of the conference table while stating.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “With all due respect he hasn’t bothered to really talk too much over the last several months; so I don’t think all of you listening to where I am coming from first aren’t going to hurt anyone.”
A dejected Citizen leans back in his chair while saying.
CITIZEN- “By all means.”
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “Thank you.”
I state before shifting my attention directly across the table looking my best friend in the eyes for the first time since leaving him hanging in the middle of the ring to suffer yet another loss on the road to the West Coast Rumble.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “Now…”
Shifting my attention back towards John I feel anger coursing through my veins as every time I look at him I can’t help but be drawn back to those closing moments as he ordered Owen to push me back through the portal as my mother was about to do battle with the Evil Queen of Black Hearts.
Having this on my back and not being able to do anything about it; feeling completely and totally helpless isn’t an emotion I’m accustomed to feeling. Everything is out of my control on this and this is yet another reason why I’ve been so adamant about trying to get back to Wonderland at any and all costs.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “John.”
Shifting my attention back towards John who sits staring back at me.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “In my eyes you’ve got a lot of explaining to do. It’s been months since I was all but forced to leave Wonderland, I have no clue where to even begin on getting back outside of the handful of people I’ve been able to talk too. I’ve relied on you, been forced to trust you and take you at your word that you would somehow be able to get me back and yet I’ve been met with nothing but excuses.”
I can tell that John has something on his mind yet sits and listens as I continue.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “I’ve trusted that you could get me back to Wonderland, I’ve relied on you to get me to where I need to be just like you’ve relied on me to have your back inside the squared circle.”
Being brothers isn’t something that I take lightly. The relationship between John and I dates back many, many years now. Back when I broke into wrestling on United States soil the Xtreme Wrestling Federation was the place I called home. It was the first company that gave me my big break and to say I dominated the organization is a huge understatement. I was the man that made the company by amassing an incredible twenty three straight wins, a World Title, a United States Title and an Extreme Title later I was THE Tristan Slater.
I saw a lot of guys come and go and I saw a lot of guys push themselves to be the very best they could be.
John Cable was one of those guys.
John was extremely outspoken and kind of alienated his self from the roster; but there was something about him that drew me towards him. The guy is fucking creative, he’s got a head for this business on his shoulders and even though it wasn’t popular with some of the boys, some of my boys that I ran with… I didn’t care. I saw something in him that most people don’t see; I see the man behind the beast, and over the years our bond has only gotten stronger and when the chance for us to finally do something collectively on screen here in the WGWF the Glorious New Breed was born. We saw an opportunity to take this place by storm and that’s exactly what we’ve done for the last thirteen months. Fun doesn’t even begin to describe how it feels to be successful with your best friend. We both won the Intercontinental Title, I won the World Title, we dominated the Extinction and sent them packing; yeah, does anyone else remember those guys? Talk about a flash in the pan. I digress. My point is we reached massive heights, made a lot of money, kick a lot of ass and have taken a lot of names at the expense of some good talent and some not so good talent. We RELIED on each other to have each other’s back and we both did just that. There wasn’t any second guessing, there wasn’t any wondering if he’s going to show up to potential or simply show up and go through the motions. I take the Glorious New Breed seriously as it’s something that I’ve busted my ass to make a household name; and here lately that name has been drug around in the dirt at the hands of the Royal Family and it’s not by my choice. It’s been one of those situations where I’ve had to eat shit and like the taste of it... it doesn’t taste good.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “One of us has held up his end without question. Now, I don’t know what you’ve been doing, where you been… What I do know is how you’ve dropped the ball between the ropes where it matters.”
Oh we’re going to get to Wonderland and the lack of movement towards getting me back there but right this second this is about making sure John and the rest of the Glorious New Breed are well aware of my feelings on this recent losing streak.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “I come out on Brawl and do YOU a favor, I come out on Brawl and lose a hell of a match against you…”
Granted I’d prepared for Danny and MY legit shot at the title and you was thrown in as a secondary replacement while Danny backed as far away from me as he could.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN- “You’ve got your shot at the title and poof… it’s like a switch flipped and the Man Beast turned into a little puppy dog named “hulk”. You’ve all but loaded their guns, man. This brings me to what everyone has been talking about for the last two weeks; me dropping to the floor on Brawl.”
God damn did that generate some fucking heat or what...
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “I know it turned a lot of heads and probably pissed you all off; well that was done for several reasons starting with you, Terry.”
I shift my attention towards Terry Borden who appears to be confused as to what exactly he has to do with any of this.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “Earlier in the night you were in an altercation with that cunt Starchylde and all her minions. Who came to your aid?”
Terry reluctantly answers.
TERRY BORDEN- “You did.”
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “John was in the building. Where the fuck was he?”
Tilting my head back towards John I continue.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “Nowhere to be found.”
Is that how stablemates treat each other? Leaving one hanging high and dry when getting jumped by four people? Who the fuck does that? John Cable. I don’t care what your reasoning is for not showing your face to help Terry like I did. When word got to me that one of our own was getting beat on I, and I alone came to that ring and sent the Royal Family running almost as fast as Danny from me.
… Oh I’ll be getting to you too, Danny. Be patient.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “Add that to losses to the Royal Family because he wasn’t holding up his end I felt what better way to wake you the fuck up then by not having your back when you needed it.”
Maybe that’s not all entirely true.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “And part of it I’ll admit was sheer frustration because the one guy that I’ve been able to rely on in a profession that doesn’t see many reliable teams have longevity like we have I am not able to rely on anymore because he’s hit or miss inside the ring.”
Shouldn’t that be my role? I mean I am the guy that is battling personal issues with finding out my mother is actually alive.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “You couple that with not being able to get to Wonderland you’ve got a mix of the perfect storm brewing inside me that’s just begging to be unleashed upon any and every one that crosses my path. I’ve gotten no answers, no information and I’m nowhere closer to getting back to my mother.”
John looks across the table at Tristan simply listening to the words that are being spoken. It’s a real moment between the two men that one will rarely see.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “One of the reason I asked all of you to be here revolves around the point that I am about to make perfectly clear as we are a mere day away from the West Coast Rumble where you and I will enter as challengers for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship.”
A title that should STILL be around my waist, mind you.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “For five long months I’ve been waiting for this one chance, this one opportunity to recapture my title and once again restore honor and dignity back to it.”
As I stare across the table and into John’s eyes I know there’s a storm of its own brewing and it’s merely a matter of time before the flood gates open and when they do I’m going to be more than prepared to handle the onslaught.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “I’m GOING to leave Los Angeles with the World Title regardless if I beat Danny or if I beat you. I’m telling you man to man, face to face that if the moment presents its self and I can put you down I’m going to without hesitation and with malice and intent because NOTHING means more to me than being recognized for exactly what I am; the best piece of talent on the WGWF roster.”
Staking such a claim could be looked at as being very bold as it certainly appears that things might be picking back up within the WGWF as several new faces have joined our midst as they’re eyeing up the West Coast Rumble. There’s a level of uncertainly with just who the mystery entrants truly are as well as just how some of the fresher faces are going to fare; but the true story will be with just how many of them are going to stick around post Rumble to make a go of things or are they simply a one and done.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “I’m GOING to Main Event my second consecutive Wrestle Wars as the World Heavyweight Champion…”
There’s nothing on the face of the planet that means more to me than accomplishing the goal that I’ve set out for myself. The only true challenge in this equation is going to be isolating either Danny or John to fully insure that I am in the ring at all times, if I’m in the ring then there’s not a chance that I’ll be beaten or that one of them will luck up and beat the other effectively robbing me of FINALLY at least getting a shot at winning back my title.
As I continue to look into John’s eyes I continue.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “Unlike you, I’m not going to squander my opportunity, I never do. I’m going to seize it by the throat and bring it to its knee’s regardless who I have to step on along the way because while you might think the West Coast Rumble is about you… It’s actually about me.”
Call it ego if you want but I call it an unadulterated fact. The moment I was announced into this World Title match tickets Sold Out, Pre-Orders to the Pay-Per-View are already up and now there’s a genuine sense of excitement in the air and not the foregone conclusion that it once was. The general consensus was Danny to retain and even your current World Champion shit a brick when I was thrown into this equation as a late edition to the party. I was all for entering the West Coast Rumble and dominating over the field; which would have clearly happened considering there’s but a handful of names involved that could sell Wrestle Wars tickets.
Not to mention I’ve got more god given talent and ability in my pinky toe than most of the participants combined.
That’s a fact too.
I can see why Danny wouldn’t be happy because I’m the only guy on this roster that can, will and has tested him and pushed him to limits that not even he was aware he still had running through that old and beaten down body. I’m young, I’m hungry and I’m intent on going as far as I have to go if it means leaving with the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship. Nobody craves being on top more than I do, nobody can make the World Title mean as much as I do when it’s wrapped around my slim yet incredibly sexy waist and nobody can bring the World Title back to the WGWF and out of the camp of the Royal Family like I can and like I will. This match is arguably what I would deem the single biggest match of my professional career and to me the stakes couldn’t be higher. I’m rolling into this looking to make some major fucking statements; the first and obviously more important is to beat Danny Tenegra within an inch of his worthless little life an ending this little façade that he and his little whore have concocted that I can’t beat him… And the second is rewriting the wrong that shows John Cable with a victory over me.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “Nobody in this room or in the WGWF has a bigger bone to pick with Tenegra than I do and if it’s my only chance to get my hands on him I’ll run through anyone standing in my way, yourself included.”
I fully expect John to bring his shit because he’s the one with everything to prove, he’s the one out of the three of us involved that has next to no momentum and he’s the one with his back against the fucking wall; now that could be a bad thing IF he’s on his game because when someone’s back is against the wall they become more dangerous.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “When I’m through with both of you at the West Coast Rumble you’re going to have two options; John, you’ll take me to Wonderland or I’ll leave the Glorious New Breed.”
You can almost hear the jaws of Terry Borden and Citizen drop and hit the conference table as there’s little to no reaction from John who by now has had just about enough as he gets up out of his chair.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “Where are you going? We’re not done here.”
John stands at his head of the table where he takes off his shirt revealing many different fresh scaring across his ribcage, some purplish bruising and swelling all over his body.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “What the fuck happened to you?”
I ask out of sheer concern at this point as I haven’t ever seen John’s body so badly banged up. Citizen chimes back in.
CITIZEN- “You should have let John start and you would know.”
John simply holds up his right wrist which has some weird wrist band and seems to wrap up to his forearm.
JOHN CABLE- “You want to go to Wonderland? Let’s go.”
John adjusts the wrist band and as he does a portal begins to open to the right of him. My eyes widen as my reality starts to set in.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “John… I’m sorry.”
TO BE CONTINUED….
A GLORIOUS PROMO:
The time is upon us for the 2018 West Coast Rumble Pay-Per-View Event and for the second straight year I’m involved in a WGWF Championship match. Last year I put Andy Johnson on the map when I successfully defended the Intercontinental Championship and now this year I will continue my Championship matches by challenging for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship.
Let’s talk for a moment about why I’m even fucking here.
This is Flash Rotten’s way of trying to pull a Mike Holms by “making it right” but in actuality NOTHING has been made right because here I stand still without a ONE ON ONE return match for a title I lost nearly four months ago at Summer Madness. Over the last sixteen weeks a rematch has been signed on TWO; count them TWO occasions only to see MDK weasel out of the first one and Flash Rotten rebooking the second one into a Six Person Tag that was laid out for all of you on Brawl. The wrestling world seems to be in a state of shock and dismay with the closing moments of the Main Event of the first edition of Monday Night Brawl of 2018. First let me say that my actions on Brawl doesn’t mean the Glorious New Breed is dead and gone, oh no. My action doesn’t mean that I’ve completely turned my back on John or Andy for that matter. So why did I refuse a tag and drop down to the floor?
Too teach you a lesson, John.
You need to learn that you aren’t going to get a free ride on my back anymore! You’re not going to coast into the Main Event of the West Coast Rumble and challenge for a title that rightfully belongs to me without so much as speaking a goddamn word! You need to understand that if the Glorious New Breed is going to ride on that you’re going to have to pull your weight; which is something you haven’t been able to do since becoming the “number one contender” for the World Heavyweight Championship. It’s strange and senseless for you to be in the midst of one of your biggest “pushes” and for you to simply grow fucking silent. Why the fuck was I jobbed out for you to even get this opportunity if you didn’t have any intentions of following through? Its bullshit like this that thoroughly gets under my skin and its bullshit like this that lead me to refusing your tag on Monday Night Brawl. For the second straight time the Glorious New Breed was in action against the Royal Family YOU fucked me, John.
You didn’t show up to potential.
You didn’t bother to cut a promo or remotely even plug the encounters.
… And you are the guy that ate a loss on back to back occasions to a fucking skirt! That doesn’t sound like a Man Beast to me… that sounds like a mother fucking punk that needs to have his eyes opened to just how goddamn good you’ve had it the last fourteen months. I’ve never been more disappointed in you like I have been since Caged In and while I despise the fact I’ve been thrown into this World Title affair at the West Coast Rumble perhaps the reason I’ve been interjected is because the entire free world knows that regardless if I like the booking or not I’m GOING to show up and I’m GOING to make heads turn. What about you, John? What are you going to do? Please, please talk about how you defeated me on Brawl a few months ago to “earn” this shot. Yeah, you won an unadvertised affair, yeah, I did the job because according to “everyone” this was “your time” until you proved to everyone that you’re simply not ready to be the focal point of the WGWF because I’ll kindly remind you that when a match IS advertised I am RARELY defeated as you already know from experience. The way I see it is like this Mr. Cable… YOU control your own destiny and YOU control the direction of the Glorious New Breed and all you have to do is stand in front of a fucking camera, open your mouth and form a complete fucking sentence. Show me that you give a shit because if I wasn’t interjected into this affair it would be looked at as another successful defense by Danny Tenegra. Allow me to say you’re welcome to both you and Danny because now that I’m here we’ve got ourselves a legitimate Main Event and Danny’s title is in some serious jeopardy and now the West Coast Rumble will sell some fucking tickets.
We have two options here John.
First, work collectively to eliminate Danny from the fold before settling this between the two of us pending you bother to open your fucking mouth and put the WORK in that is required to be in the position you find yourself in; and personally, this is the outcome I want… Or you can continue the trend over the last month or so while coming out on losing end of things. That choice is yours to make because I’ve already made mine, John. I’m going to the Staples Center with but one goal in mind and one thing that I am going to accomplish regardless of whom stands in my way…. I’m leaving Los Angeles as a two-time WGWF World Heavyweight Champion even if it means putting down a so-called Man Beast. John, I want nothing but the best out of you and I certainly hope my words as well as my actions express enough of my frustrations when it comes to having losses hung over my head because someone that’s supposed to be my boy, someone that’s supposed to be my ride or die simply doesn’t give a fuck.
There’s another piece of this puzzle that we need to have some words on, John.
Wonderland.
I’m sure that you’ll no doubt use “finding a way” to Wonderland as a crutch to explain your lackluster showing as of late, or perhaps as a way to appease me knowing how ever frustrated I am becoming with this entire situation because I am hip to knowing that you don’t have the first clue HOW to get me back there. So I started doing some research myself and I made a few phone calls to a few guys that know a thing or two about portal hopping and if you don’t know what the hell you’re doing they sure as hell do. All that aside, you’ve had a choice in communicating with me over all of this and you elected not to. After everything we’ve been through from the XWF days through the friendship we’ve made and the bond that we share I’m a extremely disappointed in you. You robbed me of the chance for some real answers from my mother; a mother that I was under the impression was dead. You tell me that you have every intention of taking me back and here we are six weeks fucking later and I haven’t gone anywhere because YOU haven’t taken me! I don’t know what your deal is right now or why you’re not living up to the potential that I know you have within yourself so I suppose this is where I kick you in the ass and bring you back into reality John. You might not take getting back to Wonderland as seriously as I do but I can only be nice about it for so long. My suggestion for you is to man up and tell me you CAN’T get me back to Wonderland. Sure, I’m going to knock you out on the spot for lying about it but I could eventually get over it… since you won’t man up in that regard I suppose the one real way to show you is by doing what I do best.
Out shine you.
Everyone knows that while we both have our share of supporters it’s GLORIOUS that makes the new breed.
My name John… Not yours.
My blood, my sweat and my tears… Not yours.
I rely on you, John. I rely on you to bring your best each and every fucking time you step through that curtain but when you look bad it makes me look bad by association… I’m TIRED of looking like shit at your expense. So, here’s what I’m going to do… I’m going to rely on you to do what you’ve done over the last several weeks; I’m going to rely on you to lose to me come the West Coast Rumble! What better way to establish once again just who the BEST of the BEST truly is than by using MY intellect, using MY skill set to do something that you haven’t EVER done; win a World Title. You more recent showings have been sad and pathetic at best… but if I’m being honest I did have a little bit of fun standing on the apron watching the Royal Family pick you apart as if you were nothing. You got owned and owned hard, bro. Now picture and multiply that feeling times ten and you’re getting close to how you’re going to feel when I beat YOU to win my second WGWF World Heavyweight Championship…
Oh how now that would be a mind game directed towards the reigning and defending WGWF World Heavyweight Champion the one, the only… M.D.K.
Hey bud.
Miss me?
I see you’ve shed a few pounds since Caged In… I’d imagine burning those extra calories dodging me at every and all costs will do that to you. Originally, I was a little bent over simply being thrust into this affair by Flash because really and truly all I want is what I’m owed and that’s a one on one championship rematch; nothing more and nothing less and while I’ve spent a large part of the last several months pointing that fact out. Yet it wasn’t until I was standing on that ring apron watching the systematic dissection of John Cable that things finally sunk in and I actually owe Flash a debt of gratitude because realistically he just made this a hell of a lot easier for me to take back what rightfully belongs to me. But before I go into detail on that subject allow me to first point out a few things that I haven’t touched on I recent months. The first rests with yes, yes, I know this is all a game to you when it comes to ducking me because you find pleasure when it comes to the screws being put to me. Hell, even on Brawl you had the chance to tangle with me yet YOUR choice was to tag out and snicker about it like a little school girl.
I certainly hope that you’ve enjoyed the attempts because now it all comes to an end at the West Coast Rumble as you’re not going to have a choice and you’re going to have to deal with me regardless if you want too or not. Flash Rotten has given me a gift of revenge and how fitting would it be to take the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship away from you by not beating you… by beating John. It would be reminiscent of Wrestle Wars; you remember, right? You and Paul Frost gunning for my strap and you fell short as Paul ate the loss and I retained the title leaving him bitter and jaded never to be seen or heard from again. This is my time and is my place to end your run as World Champion and reverse the roles as I will then have all the power and will exploit it against you much like you’ve done against me. I’ve been very outspoken when it comes to you and now more than ever I will bitch slap you back to England without so much as batting a goddamn eyelash.
You must be licking your chops in a way because even you seemed surprised by my actions on Brawl. I don’t ever think I’ve seen you so confused.
Have you accomplished your goal in dividing the Glorious New Breed? Or is this a game John and I are playing with you? Ah, now isn’t that the million-dollar question? What if this is all a work in order to lure you into a false sense of security? What if it’s all a mind game? Did it work? Hell, I don’t fucking care one way or the other when it comes to your views or opinions just know that while I was once behind the eight ball now I’m five steps ahead of you in every sense of the words. You know deep down inside that there’s but ONE guy on this roster that can take you to your limits and beyond which is exactly what I’m going to do to you in Los Angeles. I’m going to do just enough to eliminate you from the equation before dropping John like a bad habit in order to get that title off your shoulder.
It’s going to be funny to hear you scream from the rooftops about not being beaten for the strap; but what is going to be funnier will be the fucks I give about it.
You’re the one with your back against the wall.
You’re the one with something to prove.
You’re the one that MUST win this contest because the road to Wrestle Wars is just starting to come into swing.
How fitting will it be with all these people from you past coming after you and yet you’re going to be to busy trying to take back something that you never should have had; but hey, at least on the bright side you’re not going to have upper management telling you that “we should take a break”. In all honesty I truly do hope that you’ve enjoyed you’re ONE successful title defense because in reality that’s one more than Paul Frost ever had. I’m practically salivating over how I’m going to execute my legitimate game plan because everything up until now has been nothing more than a mind fuck and a mere game. Now is the time I get serious, now is the time that false sense of security I’ve lured you into comes back and bites you in the ass because now I’m going to play the game just as you would and just like you’ve tried to do. It’s fitting that this comes full circle nearly a year to the day our destinies where sealed when you won last year’s West Coast Rumble and now here we are one year later and the very event that got you a World Title shot is going to be the very event that ENDS your World Title reign. While your Royal Family will desperately try to make this a clean sweep by winning the Rumble and by insuring the title stays around your waist your game plan is going to be foiled by the one man on this roster you’ve made a career over the last five months avoiding like the plague, me. I’m the spoiler in this equation and while I might be looked at as a third wheel I’m going to make sure that this third wheel is the only fucking wheel that matters when this race reaches its finish line. Things are never as they appear, Danny. While you might think you’re in firm control and the ball is in your court, it’s not. To say I’ve played you like a fiddle would be putting it mildly. If you’re tuning into the West Coast Rumble to see if Danny can defeat the Glorious New Breed allow me to present your first of many spoilers; he doesn’t. He gets out played and out smarted by someone that is simply… GLORIOUS!
In closing I want to say this to all the participants of the West Coast Rumble from Alyce Starchylde to Chris Page, John Gambino, Silence, Josten and all others that are going to put up the ultimate fight in an attempt to move on to Wrestle Wars Twelve to face the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion; the man you’re facing is going to be me and I’m going to make good and goddamn sure that I repeat my performance at last year’s event; entering as the World Champion and leaving the same way. Make no mistake about it boys and girls I am the man to beat and now that I’m back on track and not wasting my time I’ve become refocused and re-energized to climb back to the top of the mountain where I shall rule over you all with an iron fist; but unlike your self-proclaimed “King” I won’t dodge any of you. All you got to do is take a number and I’ll serve you up the biggest ass whipping you’ve ever had laid upon you. The factor of the matter is this; you all had better hope that hell freezes over and by some off chance that I don’t leave with the title around my waist; at least then you would stand a slight chance of parlaying a West Coast Rumble win into a World Title reign.
In closing I want to wish both John and Danny all the luck in the word because of the three of us you’re both going to need it way more than I am. This is about the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship; a Championship that I take more pride in holding than any other person before or after me. It’s been five long months since losing the title and while I haven’t been afforded my chance at a singles rematch I’m going to exploit this Triple Threat so that I get my way but more importantly so that I get my belt back from the single biggest coward I’ve ever laid my eyes on. While the issue with Danny is more personal the issue I have with John is equally as personal but on completely different levels. This is my opportunity to re-write two major wrongs within the last six months and avenge the only two losses that I have in nearly two years. It’s not a secret that John is the weak link to this food chain given is more recent endeavors thus makes the perfect patsy in this scheme; then again Danny is just as beatable and while I would have a lot of fun defeating John for the belt I think it will say a lot more by beating Danny clean and clear. Oh decisions, decisions.
To tie a bow on all this I’ll leave both of you with this.
Try if you must.
You will fail.
Neither of you are capable to beating me when I’m in the mind frame I’m in now… That’s not a good thing, that’s a GLORIOUS thing!
Can John and Tristan coexist after Monday Night Brawl?
Have they even conversed since the shocking moment when Tristan left the ring following John’s most recent defeat?
Our scene opens on neutral ground as all members of the Glorious New Breed are present in what appears to be some sort of board room, yet it’s not at the New Breed Foundation where most of the Glorious New Breed’s meetings have taken place over the last year and a half. Everyone is present, everyone but Tristan Slater. Seated around the table; in no particular order, John is at the head of the table on one side; Terry Borden is shown seated in a chair to his left while Citizen is in a chair to his right.
John begins tapping his fingertips on the top of the polished oak conference table with his left hand before shifting his attention to the black sports watch on his right wrist. The tapping stops as the silence is broken.
JOHN CABLE- “He isn’t going to show.”
John states as his eyes shift towards Terry and then towards Citizen.
TERRY BORDEN- “Let’s give him a few more minutes.”
Terry suggests to his New Breed counterparts.
TERRY BORDEN- “He’s going to show.”
Anyone who knows anything about me knows that when I make a commitment I uphold it regardless if it’s a waste of time or not. In this circumstance it would be fitting to no show them on a meeting that I called so I could clear the air following Monday Night Brawl as we head into the West Coast Rumble.
I know better than anyone electing not to tag in and leaving John to eat the pinfall is either going to go one of two ways; the first, they’re going to see where I’m coming from as a talent and as a friend in that this is nothing but a wakeup call for my gentle little giant as a way for him to pull his head out of his ass and clock the fuck back in as we have a prime opportunity to leave with the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship.
Danny doesn’t stand much of a solid chance; or does he? You know they said the same thing about me when I walked into Wrestle Wars Eleven as the World Champion defending against both Paul Frost and Danny Tenegra; they said that it was all formality and that I wouldn’t be able to overcome the odds and leave with the title still intact… But I did, and do you know how I did that? I played Danny and Paul off each other going into the actual event itself.
I put dissention between them and forced them to really think about the others motives.
The second thing that could happen is that John allows this to be the crack of dissention that fucks everything up and allows Danny to capitalize on it just like I did almost a year or so ago. Now, we all know that I’m a very intelligent guy and look at things from every possible variable before I remotely start to formulate my personal game plan.
CITIZEN- “Maybe John’s right…”
Citizen states before pausing for just a mere second.
CITIZEN- “Maybe Tristan isn’t coming, and what he did on Brawl was a way for him to walk away from the Glorious New Breed altogether.”
The doors to the conference room swing open and in walks Tristan Slater as he spouts out.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “Or maybe I just got a little hung up in some traffic.”
I eye the room looking over at Terry Borden and then towards the Citizen before finally shifting my gaze towards John. It’s then that I let out a deep sigh as I can’t help but to feel sorry for him and how far he’s dropped over the last several months. I mean here’s a guy that defeated Kyle Shane for his Intercontinental Championship. Beating Kyle Shane is certainly something worth bragging about in its own right and to fall suffering two back to back losses to someone like Starchylde which instantly gave her the one thing she didn’t have… credibility.
There’s not a word spoken between John and I as I start to walk towards the far end of the conference table to the vacant seat. It’s once I get to the end of the table I unzip my grey hoodie and remove it proudly displaying my Glorious New Breed black t-shirt with gold lettering. I place the hoodie on the table before taking my seat. You can feel the awkwardness in the air as this is the first time John and I have been around each other since that edition of Brawl, more importantly it’s the first time we’ve spoken as well.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “Sorry I’m late.”
I state directing it towards everyone at the table. The last thing I want is for these guys to think I ran intentionally late just to be a dick after calling for this meeting to be held; even though they would be one hundred percent correct.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “I do appreciate everyone meeting me here this afternoon so that we might be able to talk about a few things and perhaps address the elephant in the room.”
Before I can go any further Citizen interjects himself into the conversation before it can even start.
CITIZEN- “Hang on a second; before we go any further there’s something John needs to tell you.”
I shake my head to the left and the right several quick times as he interlocks the fingers of both hands while gently placing his palms down on the smooth top of the conference table while stating.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “With all due respect he hasn’t bothered to really talk too much over the last several months; so I don’t think all of you listening to where I am coming from first aren’t going to hurt anyone.”
A dejected Citizen leans back in his chair while saying.
CITIZEN- “By all means.”
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “Thank you.”
I state before shifting my attention directly across the table looking my best friend in the eyes for the first time since leaving him hanging in the middle of the ring to suffer yet another loss on the road to the West Coast Rumble.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “Now…”
Shifting my attention back towards John I feel anger coursing through my veins as every time I look at him I can’t help but be drawn back to those closing moments as he ordered Owen to push me back through the portal as my mother was about to do battle with the Evil Queen of Black Hearts.
Having this on my back and not being able to do anything about it; feeling completely and totally helpless isn’t an emotion I’m accustomed to feeling. Everything is out of my control on this and this is yet another reason why I’ve been so adamant about trying to get back to Wonderland at any and all costs.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “John.”
Shifting my attention back towards John who sits staring back at me.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “In my eyes you’ve got a lot of explaining to do. It’s been months since I was all but forced to leave Wonderland, I have no clue where to even begin on getting back outside of the handful of people I’ve been able to talk too. I’ve relied on you, been forced to trust you and take you at your word that you would somehow be able to get me back and yet I’ve been met with nothing but excuses.”
I can tell that John has something on his mind yet sits and listens as I continue.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “I’ve trusted that you could get me back to Wonderland, I’ve relied on you to get me to where I need to be just like you’ve relied on me to have your back inside the squared circle.”
Being brothers isn’t something that I take lightly. The relationship between John and I dates back many, many years now. Back when I broke into wrestling on United States soil the Xtreme Wrestling Federation was the place I called home. It was the first company that gave me my big break and to say I dominated the organization is a huge understatement. I was the man that made the company by amassing an incredible twenty three straight wins, a World Title, a United States Title and an Extreme Title later I was THE Tristan Slater.
I saw a lot of guys come and go and I saw a lot of guys push themselves to be the very best they could be.
John Cable was one of those guys.
John was extremely outspoken and kind of alienated his self from the roster; but there was something about him that drew me towards him. The guy is fucking creative, he’s got a head for this business on his shoulders and even though it wasn’t popular with some of the boys, some of my boys that I ran with… I didn’t care. I saw something in him that most people don’t see; I see the man behind the beast, and over the years our bond has only gotten stronger and when the chance for us to finally do something collectively on screen here in the WGWF the Glorious New Breed was born. We saw an opportunity to take this place by storm and that’s exactly what we’ve done for the last thirteen months. Fun doesn’t even begin to describe how it feels to be successful with your best friend. We both won the Intercontinental Title, I won the World Title, we dominated the Extinction and sent them packing; yeah, does anyone else remember those guys? Talk about a flash in the pan. I digress. My point is we reached massive heights, made a lot of money, kick a lot of ass and have taken a lot of names at the expense of some good talent and some not so good talent. We RELIED on each other to have each other’s back and we both did just that. There wasn’t any second guessing, there wasn’t any wondering if he’s going to show up to potential or simply show up and go through the motions. I take the Glorious New Breed seriously as it’s something that I’ve busted my ass to make a household name; and here lately that name has been drug around in the dirt at the hands of the Royal Family and it’s not by my choice. It’s been one of those situations where I’ve had to eat shit and like the taste of it... it doesn’t taste good.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “One of us has held up his end without question. Now, I don’t know what you’ve been doing, where you been… What I do know is how you’ve dropped the ball between the ropes where it matters.”
Oh we’re going to get to Wonderland and the lack of movement towards getting me back there but right this second this is about making sure John and the rest of the Glorious New Breed are well aware of my feelings on this recent losing streak.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “I come out on Brawl and do YOU a favor, I come out on Brawl and lose a hell of a match against you…”
Granted I’d prepared for Danny and MY legit shot at the title and you was thrown in as a secondary replacement while Danny backed as far away from me as he could.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN- “You’ve got your shot at the title and poof… it’s like a switch flipped and the Man Beast turned into a little puppy dog named “hulk”. You’ve all but loaded their guns, man. This brings me to what everyone has been talking about for the last two weeks; me dropping to the floor on Brawl.”
God damn did that generate some fucking heat or what...
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “I know it turned a lot of heads and probably pissed you all off; well that was done for several reasons starting with you, Terry.”
I shift my attention towards Terry Borden who appears to be confused as to what exactly he has to do with any of this.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “Earlier in the night you were in an altercation with that cunt Starchylde and all her minions. Who came to your aid?”
Terry reluctantly answers.
TERRY BORDEN- “You did.”
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “John was in the building. Where the fuck was he?”
Tilting my head back towards John I continue.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “Nowhere to be found.”
Is that how stablemates treat each other? Leaving one hanging high and dry when getting jumped by four people? Who the fuck does that? John Cable. I don’t care what your reasoning is for not showing your face to help Terry like I did. When word got to me that one of our own was getting beat on I, and I alone came to that ring and sent the Royal Family running almost as fast as Danny from me.
… Oh I’ll be getting to you too, Danny. Be patient.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “Add that to losses to the Royal Family because he wasn’t holding up his end I felt what better way to wake you the fuck up then by not having your back when you needed it.”
Maybe that’s not all entirely true.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “And part of it I’ll admit was sheer frustration because the one guy that I’ve been able to rely on in a profession that doesn’t see many reliable teams have longevity like we have I am not able to rely on anymore because he’s hit or miss inside the ring.”
Shouldn’t that be my role? I mean I am the guy that is battling personal issues with finding out my mother is actually alive.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “You couple that with not being able to get to Wonderland you’ve got a mix of the perfect storm brewing inside me that’s just begging to be unleashed upon any and every one that crosses my path. I’ve gotten no answers, no information and I’m nowhere closer to getting back to my mother.”
John looks across the table at Tristan simply listening to the words that are being spoken. It’s a real moment between the two men that one will rarely see.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “One of the reason I asked all of you to be here revolves around the point that I am about to make perfectly clear as we are a mere day away from the West Coast Rumble where you and I will enter as challengers for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship.”
A title that should STILL be around my waist, mind you.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “For five long months I’ve been waiting for this one chance, this one opportunity to recapture my title and once again restore honor and dignity back to it.”
As I stare across the table and into John’s eyes I know there’s a storm of its own brewing and it’s merely a matter of time before the flood gates open and when they do I’m going to be more than prepared to handle the onslaught.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “I’m GOING to leave Los Angeles with the World Title regardless if I beat Danny or if I beat you. I’m telling you man to man, face to face that if the moment presents its self and I can put you down I’m going to without hesitation and with malice and intent because NOTHING means more to me than being recognized for exactly what I am; the best piece of talent on the WGWF roster.”
Staking such a claim could be looked at as being very bold as it certainly appears that things might be picking back up within the WGWF as several new faces have joined our midst as they’re eyeing up the West Coast Rumble. There’s a level of uncertainly with just who the mystery entrants truly are as well as just how some of the fresher faces are going to fare; but the true story will be with just how many of them are going to stick around post Rumble to make a go of things or are they simply a one and done.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “I’m GOING to Main Event my second consecutive Wrestle Wars as the World Heavyweight Champion…”
There’s nothing on the face of the planet that means more to me than accomplishing the goal that I’ve set out for myself. The only true challenge in this equation is going to be isolating either Danny or John to fully insure that I am in the ring at all times, if I’m in the ring then there’s not a chance that I’ll be beaten or that one of them will luck up and beat the other effectively robbing me of FINALLY at least getting a shot at winning back my title.
As I continue to look into John’s eyes I continue.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “Unlike you, I’m not going to squander my opportunity, I never do. I’m going to seize it by the throat and bring it to its knee’s regardless who I have to step on along the way because while you might think the West Coast Rumble is about you… It’s actually about me.”
Call it ego if you want but I call it an unadulterated fact. The moment I was announced into this World Title match tickets Sold Out, Pre-Orders to the Pay-Per-View are already up and now there’s a genuine sense of excitement in the air and not the foregone conclusion that it once was. The general consensus was Danny to retain and even your current World Champion shit a brick when I was thrown into this equation as a late edition to the party. I was all for entering the West Coast Rumble and dominating over the field; which would have clearly happened considering there’s but a handful of names involved that could sell Wrestle Wars tickets.
Not to mention I’ve got more god given talent and ability in my pinky toe than most of the participants combined.
That’s a fact too.
I can see why Danny wouldn’t be happy because I’m the only guy on this roster that can, will and has tested him and pushed him to limits that not even he was aware he still had running through that old and beaten down body. I’m young, I’m hungry and I’m intent on going as far as I have to go if it means leaving with the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship. Nobody craves being on top more than I do, nobody can make the World Title mean as much as I do when it’s wrapped around my slim yet incredibly sexy waist and nobody can bring the World Title back to the WGWF and out of the camp of the Royal Family like I can and like I will. This match is arguably what I would deem the single biggest match of my professional career and to me the stakes couldn’t be higher. I’m rolling into this looking to make some major fucking statements; the first and obviously more important is to beat Danny Tenegra within an inch of his worthless little life an ending this little façade that he and his little whore have concocted that I can’t beat him… And the second is rewriting the wrong that shows John Cable with a victory over me.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “Nobody in this room or in the WGWF has a bigger bone to pick with Tenegra than I do and if it’s my only chance to get my hands on him I’ll run through anyone standing in my way, yourself included.”
I fully expect John to bring his shit because he’s the one with everything to prove, he’s the one out of the three of us involved that has next to no momentum and he’s the one with his back against the fucking wall; now that could be a bad thing IF he’s on his game because when someone’s back is against the wall they become more dangerous.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “When I’m through with both of you at the West Coast Rumble you’re going to have two options; John, you’ll take me to Wonderland or I’ll leave the Glorious New Breed.”
You can almost hear the jaws of Terry Borden and Citizen drop and hit the conference table as there’s little to no reaction from John who by now has had just about enough as he gets up out of his chair.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “Where are you going? We’re not done here.”
John stands at his head of the table where he takes off his shirt revealing many different fresh scaring across his ribcage, some purplish bruising and swelling all over his body.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “What the fuck happened to you?”
I ask out of sheer concern at this point as I haven’t ever seen John’s body so badly banged up. Citizen chimes back in.
CITIZEN- “You should have let John start and you would know.”
John simply holds up his right wrist which has some weird wrist band and seems to wrap up to his forearm.
JOHN CABLE- “You want to go to Wonderland? Let’s go.”
John adjusts the wrist band and as he does a portal begins to open to the right of him. My eyes widen as my reality starts to set in.
“GLORIOUS” TRISTAN SLATER- “John… I’m sorry.”
TO BE CONTINUED….
A GLORIOUS PROMO:
The time is upon us for the 2018 West Coast Rumble Pay-Per-View Event and for the second straight year I’m involved in a WGWF Championship match. Last year I put Andy Johnson on the map when I successfully defended the Intercontinental Championship and now this year I will continue my Championship matches by challenging for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship.
Let’s talk for a moment about why I’m even fucking here.
This is Flash Rotten’s way of trying to pull a Mike Holms by “making it right” but in actuality NOTHING has been made right because here I stand still without a ONE ON ONE return match for a title I lost nearly four months ago at Summer Madness. Over the last sixteen weeks a rematch has been signed on TWO; count them TWO occasions only to see MDK weasel out of the first one and Flash Rotten rebooking the second one into a Six Person Tag that was laid out for all of you on Brawl. The wrestling world seems to be in a state of shock and dismay with the closing moments of the Main Event of the first edition of Monday Night Brawl of 2018. First let me say that my actions on Brawl doesn’t mean the Glorious New Breed is dead and gone, oh no. My action doesn’t mean that I’ve completely turned my back on John or Andy for that matter. So why did I refuse a tag and drop down to the floor?
Too teach you a lesson, John.
You need to learn that you aren’t going to get a free ride on my back anymore! You’re not going to coast into the Main Event of the West Coast Rumble and challenge for a title that rightfully belongs to me without so much as speaking a goddamn word! You need to understand that if the Glorious New Breed is going to ride on that you’re going to have to pull your weight; which is something you haven’t been able to do since becoming the “number one contender” for the World Heavyweight Championship. It’s strange and senseless for you to be in the midst of one of your biggest “pushes” and for you to simply grow fucking silent. Why the fuck was I jobbed out for you to even get this opportunity if you didn’t have any intentions of following through? Its bullshit like this that thoroughly gets under my skin and its bullshit like this that lead me to refusing your tag on Monday Night Brawl. For the second straight time the Glorious New Breed was in action against the Royal Family YOU fucked me, John.
You didn’t show up to potential.
You didn’t bother to cut a promo or remotely even plug the encounters.
… And you are the guy that ate a loss on back to back occasions to a fucking skirt! That doesn’t sound like a Man Beast to me… that sounds like a mother fucking punk that needs to have his eyes opened to just how goddamn good you’ve had it the last fourteen months. I’ve never been more disappointed in you like I have been since Caged In and while I despise the fact I’ve been thrown into this World Title affair at the West Coast Rumble perhaps the reason I’ve been interjected is because the entire free world knows that regardless if I like the booking or not I’m GOING to show up and I’m GOING to make heads turn. What about you, John? What are you going to do? Please, please talk about how you defeated me on Brawl a few months ago to “earn” this shot. Yeah, you won an unadvertised affair, yeah, I did the job because according to “everyone” this was “your time” until you proved to everyone that you’re simply not ready to be the focal point of the WGWF because I’ll kindly remind you that when a match IS advertised I am RARELY defeated as you already know from experience. The way I see it is like this Mr. Cable… YOU control your own destiny and YOU control the direction of the Glorious New Breed and all you have to do is stand in front of a fucking camera, open your mouth and form a complete fucking sentence. Show me that you give a shit because if I wasn’t interjected into this affair it would be looked at as another successful defense by Danny Tenegra. Allow me to say you’re welcome to both you and Danny because now that I’m here we’ve got ourselves a legitimate Main Event and Danny’s title is in some serious jeopardy and now the West Coast Rumble will sell some fucking tickets.
We have two options here John.
First, work collectively to eliminate Danny from the fold before settling this between the two of us pending you bother to open your fucking mouth and put the WORK in that is required to be in the position you find yourself in; and personally, this is the outcome I want… Or you can continue the trend over the last month or so while coming out on losing end of things. That choice is yours to make because I’ve already made mine, John. I’m going to the Staples Center with but one goal in mind and one thing that I am going to accomplish regardless of whom stands in my way…. I’m leaving Los Angeles as a two-time WGWF World Heavyweight Champion even if it means putting down a so-called Man Beast. John, I want nothing but the best out of you and I certainly hope my words as well as my actions express enough of my frustrations when it comes to having losses hung over my head because someone that’s supposed to be my boy, someone that’s supposed to be my ride or die simply doesn’t give a fuck.
There’s another piece of this puzzle that we need to have some words on, John.
Wonderland.
I’m sure that you’ll no doubt use “finding a way” to Wonderland as a crutch to explain your lackluster showing as of late, or perhaps as a way to appease me knowing how ever frustrated I am becoming with this entire situation because I am hip to knowing that you don’t have the first clue HOW to get me back there. So I started doing some research myself and I made a few phone calls to a few guys that know a thing or two about portal hopping and if you don’t know what the hell you’re doing they sure as hell do. All that aside, you’ve had a choice in communicating with me over all of this and you elected not to. After everything we’ve been through from the XWF days through the friendship we’ve made and the bond that we share I’m a extremely disappointed in you. You robbed me of the chance for some real answers from my mother; a mother that I was under the impression was dead. You tell me that you have every intention of taking me back and here we are six weeks fucking later and I haven’t gone anywhere because YOU haven’t taken me! I don’t know what your deal is right now or why you’re not living up to the potential that I know you have within yourself so I suppose this is where I kick you in the ass and bring you back into reality John. You might not take getting back to Wonderland as seriously as I do but I can only be nice about it for so long. My suggestion for you is to man up and tell me you CAN’T get me back to Wonderland. Sure, I’m going to knock you out on the spot for lying about it but I could eventually get over it… since you won’t man up in that regard I suppose the one real way to show you is by doing what I do best.
Out shine you.
Everyone knows that while we both have our share of supporters it’s GLORIOUS that makes the new breed.
My name John… Not yours.
My blood, my sweat and my tears… Not yours.
I rely on you, John. I rely on you to bring your best each and every fucking time you step through that curtain but when you look bad it makes me look bad by association… I’m TIRED of looking like shit at your expense. So, here’s what I’m going to do… I’m going to rely on you to do what you’ve done over the last several weeks; I’m going to rely on you to lose to me come the West Coast Rumble! What better way to establish once again just who the BEST of the BEST truly is than by using MY intellect, using MY skill set to do something that you haven’t EVER done; win a World Title. You more recent showings have been sad and pathetic at best… but if I’m being honest I did have a little bit of fun standing on the apron watching the Royal Family pick you apart as if you were nothing. You got owned and owned hard, bro. Now picture and multiply that feeling times ten and you’re getting close to how you’re going to feel when I beat YOU to win my second WGWF World Heavyweight Championship…
Oh how now that would be a mind game directed towards the reigning and defending WGWF World Heavyweight Champion the one, the only… M.D.K.
Hey bud.
Miss me?
I see you’ve shed a few pounds since Caged In… I’d imagine burning those extra calories dodging me at every and all costs will do that to you. Originally, I was a little bent over simply being thrust into this affair by Flash because really and truly all I want is what I’m owed and that’s a one on one championship rematch; nothing more and nothing less and while I’ve spent a large part of the last several months pointing that fact out. Yet it wasn’t until I was standing on that ring apron watching the systematic dissection of John Cable that things finally sunk in and I actually owe Flash a debt of gratitude because realistically he just made this a hell of a lot easier for me to take back what rightfully belongs to me. But before I go into detail on that subject allow me to first point out a few things that I haven’t touched on I recent months. The first rests with yes, yes, I know this is all a game to you when it comes to ducking me because you find pleasure when it comes to the screws being put to me. Hell, even on Brawl you had the chance to tangle with me yet YOUR choice was to tag out and snicker about it like a little school girl.
I certainly hope that you’ve enjoyed the attempts because now it all comes to an end at the West Coast Rumble as you’re not going to have a choice and you’re going to have to deal with me regardless if you want too or not. Flash Rotten has given me a gift of revenge and how fitting would it be to take the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship away from you by not beating you… by beating John. It would be reminiscent of Wrestle Wars; you remember, right? You and Paul Frost gunning for my strap and you fell short as Paul ate the loss and I retained the title leaving him bitter and jaded never to be seen or heard from again. This is my time and is my place to end your run as World Champion and reverse the roles as I will then have all the power and will exploit it against you much like you’ve done against me. I’ve been very outspoken when it comes to you and now more than ever I will bitch slap you back to England without so much as batting a goddamn eyelash.
You must be licking your chops in a way because even you seemed surprised by my actions on Brawl. I don’t ever think I’ve seen you so confused.
Have you accomplished your goal in dividing the Glorious New Breed? Or is this a game John and I are playing with you? Ah, now isn’t that the million-dollar question? What if this is all a work in order to lure you into a false sense of security? What if it’s all a mind game? Did it work? Hell, I don’t fucking care one way or the other when it comes to your views or opinions just know that while I was once behind the eight ball now I’m five steps ahead of you in every sense of the words. You know deep down inside that there’s but ONE guy on this roster that can take you to your limits and beyond which is exactly what I’m going to do to you in Los Angeles. I’m going to do just enough to eliminate you from the equation before dropping John like a bad habit in order to get that title off your shoulder.
It’s going to be funny to hear you scream from the rooftops about not being beaten for the strap; but what is going to be funnier will be the fucks I give about it.
You’re the one with your back against the wall.
You’re the one with something to prove.
You’re the one that MUST win this contest because the road to Wrestle Wars is just starting to come into swing.
How fitting will it be with all these people from you past coming after you and yet you’re going to be to busy trying to take back something that you never should have had; but hey, at least on the bright side you’re not going to have upper management telling you that “we should take a break”. In all honesty I truly do hope that you’ve enjoyed you’re ONE successful title defense because in reality that’s one more than Paul Frost ever had. I’m practically salivating over how I’m going to execute my legitimate game plan because everything up until now has been nothing more than a mind fuck and a mere game. Now is the time I get serious, now is the time that false sense of security I’ve lured you into comes back and bites you in the ass because now I’m going to play the game just as you would and just like you’ve tried to do. It’s fitting that this comes full circle nearly a year to the day our destinies where sealed when you won last year’s West Coast Rumble and now here we are one year later and the very event that got you a World Title shot is going to be the very event that ENDS your World Title reign. While your Royal Family will desperately try to make this a clean sweep by winning the Rumble and by insuring the title stays around your waist your game plan is going to be foiled by the one man on this roster you’ve made a career over the last five months avoiding like the plague, me. I’m the spoiler in this equation and while I might be looked at as a third wheel I’m going to make sure that this third wheel is the only fucking wheel that matters when this race reaches its finish line. Things are never as they appear, Danny. While you might think you’re in firm control and the ball is in your court, it’s not. To say I’ve played you like a fiddle would be putting it mildly. If you’re tuning into the West Coast Rumble to see if Danny can defeat the Glorious New Breed allow me to present your first of many spoilers; he doesn’t. He gets out played and out smarted by someone that is simply… GLORIOUS!
In closing I want to say this to all the participants of the West Coast Rumble from Alyce Starchylde to Chris Page, John Gambino, Silence, Josten and all others that are going to put up the ultimate fight in an attempt to move on to Wrestle Wars Twelve to face the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion; the man you’re facing is going to be me and I’m going to make good and goddamn sure that I repeat my performance at last year’s event; entering as the World Champion and leaving the same way. Make no mistake about it boys and girls I am the man to beat and now that I’m back on track and not wasting my time I’ve become refocused and re-energized to climb back to the top of the mountain where I shall rule over you all with an iron fist; but unlike your self-proclaimed “King” I won’t dodge any of you. All you got to do is take a number and I’ll serve you up the biggest ass whipping you’ve ever had laid upon you. The factor of the matter is this; you all had better hope that hell freezes over and by some off chance that I don’t leave with the title around my waist; at least then you would stand a slight chance of parlaying a West Coast Rumble win into a World Title reign.
In closing I want to wish both John and Danny all the luck in the word because of the three of us you’re both going to need it way more than I am. This is about the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship; a Championship that I take more pride in holding than any other person before or after me. It’s been five long months since losing the title and while I haven’t been afforded my chance at a singles rematch I’m going to exploit this Triple Threat so that I get my way but more importantly so that I get my belt back from the single biggest coward I’ve ever laid my eyes on. While the issue with Danny is more personal the issue I have with John is equally as personal but on completely different levels. This is my opportunity to re-write two major wrongs within the last six months and avenge the only two losses that I have in nearly two years. It’s not a secret that John is the weak link to this food chain given is more recent endeavors thus makes the perfect patsy in this scheme; then again Danny is just as beatable and while I would have a lot of fun defeating John for the belt I think it will say a lot more by beating Danny clean and clear. Oh decisions, decisions.
To tie a bow on all this I’ll leave both of you with this.
Try if you must.
You will fail.
Neither of you are capable to beating me when I’m in the mind frame I’m in now… That’s not a good thing, that’s a GLORIOUS thing!