Post by THE Tristan Slater on Apr 13, 2018 15:39:45 GMT -5
The scene opens as a voice over is heard over the black screen.
VOICE OVER- “It’s the one time of the year in which Wrestle Wars fever takes over its host city.”
Suddenly rapid fire still shots of Atlanta, Georgia start to flash across the screen as we see the CNN Center followed by the World of Coke, Centennial Olympic Park, Six Flags over Georgia, Sun Trust park just to name a few as the voice over continues.
VOICE OVER- “Atlanta, Georgia is set.”
Our final still shot is an aerial shot of the Mercedes Benz Stadium, host of Wrestle Wars Twelve.
VOICE OVER- “Over eighty thousand fans will invade Mercedes Benz Stadium for a night like no other… but part of the festivities rests with the week of Wrestle Wars. This is WGWF’s “The Week Of” and this week our cameras stayed with a man who will be defending the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship… this is “The Week Of with THE Tristan Slater.”
There’s a massively bright white light that hits the screen. It’s so bright it’s like someone pops off an old school camera with a bright flash. With the flash disappearing we get a shot of THE Tristan Slater as he’s surrounded by seven members of the Atlanta Police Department while at the Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport.
THE Tristan Slater is dressed down for this travel day as he’s in some grey baggy sweat pants, white t-shirt, grey hoodie with a backpack over his right shoulder and a pair of large black headphones resting around his neck. Wrestling fans from all over the world have already started to flood into the city of Atlanta and a large amount cruise through the baggage claim to snap a picture or meet their favorite star on the mid Monday morning.
The camera following Tristan gives off an old school hand held effect and is being shot from over the World Champion’s right shoulder. It picks up what appears to be thousands of people with camera’s in hand snapping pictures, cell phones in hand shooting video and screaming out from all over in an attempt to get the attention of the World Heavyweight Champion.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Not even here fifteen minutes and already the world knows I’ve arrived.”
Tristan’s states as the camera is that of a front view within the circle of police officers that have formed a barrier around THE Tristan Slater as they approach the baggage claim.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Tis the season to successfully retain the World Title yet again on the big stage.”
A question is heard from off camera clearly belonging to the individual shooting the footage.
“How does it feel to be in Atlanta for Wrestle Wars week? What’s on the schedule?”
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “It’s just another day at the office..”
Tristan states as he completely ignores the fans that have gathered around him clamoring for autographs or picture as the conveyer belt starts to churn out the luggage from the flight he was on.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I never really understood why some of the talent on the roster always get into a weird frenzy over Wrestle Wars. Don’t get me wrong I completely understand that it’s a big show but to hear that everyone HAS to bring their best for this one show is completely insane to me because in my eyes every night you step into that ring you should bring your best.”
The police for a tighter circle around Tristan as more and more fans gather around. You can hear his name being called from all over the place by adults and kids alike, it causes Tristan to visually start to get irritated as he squints his brown while looking away from the camera. He shakes his head before turning his attention back towards the hand held which has not changed its view.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “If you’re not bringing your best every time you step into that ring than why the fuck are you in the business? Call me crazy but that’s just how I see it. So, yeah this is just another day at the office for me but just a much bigger platform to perform under. You’re going to get the same drive, desire, ability and show from THE Tristan Slater if it’s in front of eighty thousand people or two hundred people.”
The chanting gets louder and louder from the massive crowd. It’s so packed around THE Tristan Slater that you can hardly move.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Then again that’s just who I am and how I do business.”
“Are you nervous at all about being the main event?”
A dumbfounded look appears across THE Tristan Slater’s face before he spouts out.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Did you seriously just ask me that? Um… I was in the same position last year you dumb fuck and I wasn’t nervous then and I’m not nervous now. I can’t help the fact that I was born to succeed and I can’t help the fact that over the last two years I’ve carried this company on my back through the highest of highs and lowest of lows. Two plus years it hasn’t been Kyle Shane, it hasn’t been James Raven, Paul Frost or anyone else who thinks they’ve put in the work like I have.”
Finally we see Tristan reach out and grab his suitcases to which one bag is slung over his right shoulder while the other extends the handle to his suitcase up.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Of everyone on the roster I deserve to be in this position more than anyone else and if I’m lying I dare someone to prove me wrong.”
The shouting of the fans FINALLY gets to THE Tristan Slater as he turns around yelling out.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
The chanting slowly starts to fade as THE Tristan Slater continues.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “DON’T YOU SEE THE GODDAMN CAMERA?!?!?! CAN’T YOU SEE WE’RE FILMING?!?!?!
THE Tristan Slater slowly turns back around facing the hand held.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Some people are be rude as fuck.”
A bright white flash fades us out and immediately as the flash dims out we see THE Tristan Slater sitting across from colorfully quirky host of the Sam Roberts Wrestling Podcast is Sam Roberts. THE Tristan Slater is dressed in a light navy blue dress slacks with matching blazer over a white dress shirt with a navy blue tie and the WGWF World Title on display on the table that separates the two men.
A crowd has gathered all around which tells us this is a live podcast which will be made more evident within the next several seconds. Sam Roberts brings us in with a introduction.
SAM ROBERTS- “Welcome to a special edition of the Sam Roberts Wrestling Podcast coming to you live on a rare Tuesday on location in Atlanta, Georgia, host city for Wrestle Wars Twelve and we are recording this live in the lobby of the Four Seasons Hotel in beautiful Midtown, hello everyone Sam Roberts and as promised I’m here with the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion and a man that will defend the title in just six short nights; that man is THE Tristan Slater.”
I lean in towards my microphone that’s set up on the glass oval table that separates the two men with the World Title.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Thanks for the invite even if we’re in the asshole of the south like Atlanta.”
You can hear some audile booing from the crowd as there’s a smirk from the World’s Champion while Sam simply shakes his head.
SAM ROBERTS- “I’m not even going to touch that one!”
Look I can’t help the fact that the city of Atlanta is overrated. That’s not my cross to bear.
SAM ROBERTS- “You’re officially a two time WGWF World Heavyweight Champion winning the title back at the WGWF’s West Coast Rumble in January defeating John Cable and MDK in a Triple Threat. When you won the title for that second time what was going through your mind knowing that there’s now a good chance you’ll walk into Wrestle Wars as the World Heavyweight Champion?”
Without hesitation the response is given.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Validation.”
THE Tristan Slater starts to elaborate.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I never should have lost the title to begin with but shit happens; however, the first opportunity I had to correct it I did so and here I sit, a guest on your podcast with the World Title right where it belongs.”
SAM ROBERTS- “Would it be fair to say that maybe you didn’t win the title the fairest way possible?”
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “You know how a Triple Threat works, right?”
SAM ROBERTS- “Absolutely.”
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “So how can I win a match fair or not when there’s no rules? What’s funny about this is how it’s always thrown at me that I used a fire extinguisher on John. First off I didn’t smack him with it, I sprayed him in the face. The other piece that people love to try to rub in is how I didn’t defeat MDK to win the title like MDK defeated me at Summer Madness; Okay, awesome at pointing out the obvious but again, I didn’t have to beat MDK under the structure of the rules that we competed under. It’s not my fault that MDK’s bones are so frail that Cable nearly snapped his arm.”
Pay attention kiddies because all of your attempts at rehashing the same things over and over again are being answered in simplest form so that you may all understand.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “And what’s even funnier is ANYONE in my situation would have done the exact same thing, so if anyone including yourself takes issue with how I got to this spot I’ll simply say that unlike my Wrestle Wars counterpart at least I actually beat SOMEONE to get here.”
SAM ROBERTS- “It’s been hard to get a line on you as of late because this time last year you was one, if not the most popular superstar on the roster and here we are a year later and it seems at times you’re fan friendly while others you’re furthest from it.”
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I got to a point late last year where my fucks given hit zero and the moment it happened was when the company fucked me over twice with my rematches. Since the company only cared about the company I think it’s only fair that THE Tristan Slater only think about THE Tristan Slater so that’s exactly what I did.”
Going into business for yourself is the single most gratifying experience you’ll ever feel especially when the subject matter is something you are extremely passionate about… and in this instance it once again brought me another World Heavyweight Championship.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I don’t care if they cheer me or boo me because in reality they’ve all paid to see me. Anyone that knows me, that really knows me knows that I’m the type behind that curtain that pretty much stays to his self. I’m not interested in the drama, I’m not interested in the politics; unless it benefits me. The only thing I care about is getting in that ring and putting on what will arguably be the match of the night. Am I wrong for that? Absolutely not. And since nobody in the WGWF challenges me to begin with I’ll just challenge myself to consistently outdo myself. It’s a win/win situation.”
SAM ROBERTS- “You mention politics and how they benefit you; would that be what we saw on the last edition of Brawl when you saved Flash Rotten?”
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “In its purest form.”
More on that to come.
SAM ROBERTS- “I assume that this week is more of a busy week than normal with all the on goings of Wrestle Wars week. Walk us through a day in your life this week.”
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Got to town yesterday and kind of chilled as it was really my only down day when you consider the media tours today and tomorrow, the signings throughout the week and I think this year they raffled off a dinner with me, hell I don’t know. I just show up when and where they tell me too until we get to Wrestle Wars.”
There’s a minor pause from THE Tristan Slater before he spouts back out.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I mean I wish I could be a carefree as my challenger while going on a Live Action Roleplay event but I’m not a fucking nerd and unlike my opponent the front office likes for my face to be seen publicly and in front of the media.”
We can see Sam Roberts bust out laughing before composing himself before he continues.
SAM ROBERTS- “Apparently that’s a thing.”
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Yeah, apparently.”
SAM ROBERTS- “So let’s shift from running around in an live version of Dungeons and Dragons and actually take a minute to talk about Wrestle Wars Twelve and talk about the World Title match that see’s you defending the World Title against the self-proclaimed Queen of the WGWF, one Alyce Starchylde.”
THE Tristan Slater quickly chimes in.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Or as I like to call her Ms. I’ll Say Anything As Long As I Look Good Saying It.”
SAM ROBERTS- “Oh yeah, care to elaborate?”
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “This dumb cunt is STILL talking about my tenure in the XWF and would have you all believe I was ran out of a federation; funny thing, hard to be ran out of anywhere when you leave on your own accord; and now that I mention it since she wants to talk about my run in the XWF let’s talk about it. XWF United States Champion, XWF Xtreme Champion, Three Time XWF World Champion with a twenty eights and three record.”
Alyce, Alyce, Alyce… I’m certainly disappointed in you when it comes to hearing you speak about my time in the XWF. Question, where you ever in the XWF? I certainly don’t remember you and I am pretty sure I would have remembered you because I beat any and everyone on the roster before walking away from Shane Carver. Do yourself a favor and shut that dick licker of yours when it comes to things that are way above your pay grade, or don’t and continue to look like a dumb twat. Your call.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Or how about how I’ve lost to names such as Lunacy and others in the past like I give two shits about a loss that took place over four fucking years ago. What’s sad and pathetic Sam rests with that being her best fucking shots she can throw at me as I merely laugh them off as a desperate attempt to try, albeit half-assed, to try and get under my skin.”
This just in.
THE Tristan Slater has lost a shit load of matches in the past; not sure if any of you are all aware of that but apparently to my challenger this seems to be a hot button for her so I guess I’ll simply agree and say yes, Lunacy and a host of others have in fact beaten me in the middle of that ring. It’s just a shame it hasn’t been more recent so that it would matter.
How many losses have I had in over two years? Two.
Legitimate losses. Pinned in the middle of the ring. Two.
Nice try dear.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Desperation is a horrible look on some people and that’s exactly where the Queen of Cunts is at. She wants to give off this false innuendo that she somehow has my number or some how hell will freeze over and she will leave Wrestle Wars as the World Heavyweight Champion. Whatever. In order to do that she’s going to have to do the ONE THING she’s NEVER done… Beat me.”
That’s not me picking on you, sugar tits. That’s me keeping it real.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I don’t know how many times I’ve got to say it but this chick, while she’s a hot piece of ass, she’s not in my league. She’s been thrown into the deep end of the pool and has no goddamn idea what is in store for her. I took this match under her rules just to kick her in the cunt and that’s exactly what I’m going to do and I can careless if she likes it, her faction like it or anyone walking around on the face of the planet likes it. When I am the World Heavyweight Champion all is right with the world and you’re going to have to be on par with MDK if you THINK you’re going to lift it from me… and that’s something she certainly isn’t. “
People say that I believe in my own hype and to a degree that is a fairly safe assessment but I have the credentials to do that. When people see me, they know that nine times out of ten I’m going to deliver and give you more than you could even imagine.
Alyce Starchylde is a nobody.
Strip away Anarchy.
Strip away MDK.
What is she? She’s not even on the radar and I know that’s got to suck when you desperately want to be taken seriously yet you seem to be the only person doing it. You want to get real, Alyce? Let’s get real for just a slim second shall we? What eats your ovaries up is the fact that everything that I’m saying is actually true while you spout off about any and everything that has no point nor meaning in the present day. It’s always been your downfall for being that major player that you crave to be while I on the other hand can be over confident, I can speak the truth without cracking some imaginary wall but more importantly it’s relevant.
I don’t have to rely on other people to hand me my opportunities because I create them myself.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I wish I could say I knew how it felt to not be able to go it alone but that’s how I prefer my path to be at least that way I can say that I’ve won or lost on my own talent and my own abilities. Man it’s got to suck to be her.”
There’s another bright flash that covers the screen and when it breaks away we find ourselves at an Autograph signing at a Wrestle Wars affiliated Access Event that is taking place on this Friday evening at the Phillips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia where thousands of fans have gathered to meet their favorite WGWF stars. Our attention is drawn to the Main Stage where a lengthy line has formed. Seated behind a table on the stage is THE Tristan Slater who is signing some headshots with Denise Essex sitting beside him and a camera crew in tow.
DENISE ESSEX- “Denise Essex sitting alongside the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion THE Tristan Slater at Wrestle Wars Fan Access, and Tristan this line is LONG!”
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Everyone wants a piece of the Champ.”
The next to the stage is a father and son. The father appears to be in his mid-forties while the son is younger maybe ten or so. The kid stands in front of the table with his back to Slater for his father to take a picture using his cell phone. Denise notices the scowl that comes across Tristan’s face as the picture is taken before the son turns around and reaches out to touch the World Title that’s sitting so that the gold plate faces the line. As the kid reaches out to touch the title THE Tristan Slater reaches over popping him on the hand as he states.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Didn’t your parents ever teach you that it’s not polite to touch things that don’t belong to you?”
THE Tristan Slater glances up towards the young kids father as he states.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Did you knock up Starchylde or something? Matter of fact let me see that picture.”
The father of the child turns his phone around showing Tristan the picture that was just taken.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Let me see that.”
The Champion states as he reaches across the table and the Father hands Tristan his phone where he looks closer at the picture before shifting his attention back towards the son.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “That’s a great picture! You look like you’re having a lot of fun!”
Turns his attention back towards the kids father.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “That’s going to be one hundred bucks.”
Appearing confused the young child’s father responds.
“I don’t have one hundred extra bucks! This thing is costly enough.”
There’s a smirk from THE Tristan Slater as he casually deletes the photo before tossing the phone back at the father as he states.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Than you also don’t have a picture!”
The father catches his phone where he sees the picture has been deleted.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Get your snot nosed kid away from my table!”
“You’re a dick.”
The father states as he takes his son by the hand and leads him off stage while Slater spouts out.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Sue me.”
Tristan shakes his head as he shifts his attention towards Denise who quickly has something to say.
DENISE ESSEX- “That was rude.”
Tristan under the impression Denise is referring to the fan states.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Tell me about it! The nerve of some people.”
DENISE ESSEX- “I’m talking about you.”
Another fan, a teenage fan walks up to the table and presents his head shot which garners an index finger from Slater as he shifts his attention to Denise.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Denise this is an autograph session not a picture taking session. People like that do nothing but remind me so much about Alyce Starchylde who want something for nothing! It’s appalling and downright offensive.”
THE Tristan Slater snatches the headshot from the fan and simply signs something before handing it back to him.
“You didn’t even ask for my name.”
The fan then reads out loud what was just written.
“Go fuck yourself- THE Tristan Slater”
The fan looks back at THE Tristan Slater with a look that could kill which garners the following remark from Slater.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “If you’re feeling froggy jump, kid. I’ve got no problems laying out a minor.”
The fan storms off as Tristan diverts his attention back towards Denise.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Where was I? Oh yeah, something for nothing. Hell, that sums up Alyce’s career.”
There’s another bright flash but instead of opening up elsewhere the scene simply fades to black.
I dedicate this track to Alyce Starchylde and I’m even displaying the lyrics for you so that you can truly understand exactly how I feel about you.
There’s no need in stating the obvious because we’re all very much aware of what lays ahead of us on Monday Night April 16th when the WGWF invades the Mercedes Benz Stadium in the heart of downtown Atlanta, Georgia. It’s has gone down as the single greatest show of the year for eleven years and is on the verge of its twelfth.
That show is Wrestle Wars.
That time is now.
It’s the one night of the year that the eyes of the wrestling world are firmly etched on the WGWF because this one event brings a list of who’s who when it comes to the talent that chooses to involve themselves. Guy’s like James Raven, Legion, Hawaiian Hardhead swoop in and make things incredibly interesting while it brings guys like Paul Frost out from whatever rock he’s crawled out from under and even gets Kyle Shane to drop the joystick and leave the couch to make like a ninth comeback. My point is this; people will say whatever the fuck they want to say about who you are and why you picked your spots now to show up on the scene; in the case of Raven, Legion and Hardhead it’s his Legends versus Legends Tour that the WGWF has been treated too for several shows and in the case both Paul Frost and Kyle Shane it now revolves around the World Tag Team Championship.
If people bitch about you being here for this show they’re fucking stupid.
If they complain about what you’re doing they’re simply jaded.
Everyone on this card adds value and that is exactly what the fuck Wrestle Wars is all about. We all bust our ass, some more than others, but any name that sells more tickets generates for dollars for THE Tristan Slater so if you gents want to fatten my payday by all means come one and come all and while you’ll all get that shining moment of spotlight and while you’ll all get that Wrestle Wars moment you’ll all be sitting in front of a monitor like everyone else watching YOUR World Heavyweight Champion SUCCESSFULLY defend the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship at back to back Wrestle Wars BAY-BAY!
But before we get to Wrestle Wars I feel the need to address the elephant in the room.
Flash Rotten.
Let’s end the speculation now because I’m about tired of the rumor and innuendo floating around perpetrated by both Flash Rotten and Adam Barker. First; this tit for tat you all are doing is played out. I honestly can’t wait for Wrestle Wars just so both of you will stop whining like a couple of bitches and fight; but when concerning my involvement on the last Brawl telecast you all saw I walked down that aisle and put Adam Barker on his ass faster than a virgin on prom night and we also saw the deal made between myself and Flash Rotten. So, allow me to elaborate on this for just one moment of your time because I feel it’s important to disclose just how meticulous I can be when I choose to be. In the event Flash Rotten does somehow beat Adam Barker it’s going to be nice to have a little ace in the hole with management for what I have up my sleeve and in the event Adam Barker does what I think he’ll do and defeat Flash than well I’ve got a bull’s eye on my back so what’s new? He can’t sick Chris Page on me because I’ve owned him more times than I care to count, he won’t be able to sick Starchylde on me after I sham her to the point she won’t show her face in the WGWF anymore and if you throw MDK at me you’re ultimately giving me what I want and have ALWAYS wanted since Summer Madness of last year; so, what the fuck do I have to lose here?
This isn’t rocket science and we’re not splitting atoms here.
While most of you might discount me or simply look past my existence as if I’m merely a figment of the imagination I can assure you that I roll into any given situation with a formulated game plan and a course of action that will see me get the result I am looking for… I just play the game a little differently than most as I don’t have to align myself with authority figures nor do I have to kiss anyone’s ass in order to ascend to the top of the federation. I simply show up when I’m booked and outperform whoever is standing across the ring from me. Wrestle Wars isn’t going to be an exception. As I look back over the last two years at Wrestle Wars I can honestly say that I am the fucking man. Wrestle Wars Ten saw me defeat Chris Page in the middle of the ring while Wrestle Wars Eleven saw me overcome insurmountable odds by successfully retaining the World Title over both MDK and Paul Frost and now we come to Wrestle Wars Twelve and we come full circle to you, Alyce. Unlike Alyce who will take you by the hand and divert back to events that took place six or seven months ago I’m going to keep this relevant to more recent events that shall carry us to the present day. Unlike Alyce who will somehow loop MDK into this mix as ammunition against me I’ll go ahead and applaud your efforts and simply counter them here and now with this; I don’t fucking care. This isn’t about MDK or anyone else for that matter, this is about me killing the rest of what little credibility that you may have for no other reason than because I can and you can’t do anything about it to stop me.
For the first time in the WGWF’s history the challenger for the World Title at Wrestle Wars did not EARN this shot under the bright lights and big stage, she was gifted it. Think about that for a second and let it soak in because I am a little perplexed how Chris Page, the winner of the 2018 West Coast Rumble is able to hand you of all people his World Title opportunity as opposed to it diverting towards the runner up which was Grim, not you Alyce. Hell I’d rather have stood in the ring opposite that sick son of a bitch because at least then I’d have a credible opponent as opposed to the single most undeserving talent wasting roster space. Hell, John Cable has more claim to this match than you do and that’s saying a lot. My point behind throwing this in your face doesn’t rest with the shot being given to you as opposed to earning it but has everything to do with you accepted it without batting an eyelash.
In reality what you did by accepting this opportunity is pretty much tell the entire world what I already know… and that’s that you have zero faith in your own abilities to get you to the dance while someone as superior to you as I am had absolutely no problems in exploiting the rules in my favor at the West Coast Rumble to procure my second WGWF World Title which is two more than you’re going to get. At least by accepting this role and confirming that you couldn’t get here by yourself based off your own abilities and talent you’ll have the opportunity to prove everyone; myself included, wrong. Nobody in their right mind has you picked to lift this title off my shoulder and to be perfectly honest with you I laugh my ass off at the mere thought of that remotely happening but welcome you giving it the ole college try; and while you don’t belong in this position I’ve had no choice but to accept you in this position as over the last several weeks we’ve been going tit for tat seemingly like Flash Rotten and Adam Barker and to be honest I’ve become rather bored with it as I stated on the last episode on Brawl; more to come on that. I digress.
I’ve accepted you as my challenger on the grandest stage of them all and this should have been your big breakout moment… yet you John Cabled it. Hey, you know, you and the Beast has more in common than I thought.
Usually I like to sit back and watch my opponents try to bait me into their games; but you… hell kid, you did little to no promoting this at all. Say what you will about me or think what you want about me as the World Champion but at least I showed up and plugged this shit as opposed to simply coasting into the Main Event on the single biggest show expecting to draw anything without opening your fucking cock sucker; oh wait… I got it! You didn’t want to burn what little material you must try to throw at me! It’s okay sugar tits, it happens, especially when you’re as mediocre or vanilla as you are. What do you even have that you haven’t already tried? Absolutely nothing. You can’t hit my record, you can’t hit my talent, you can’t hit my ability because I’m the World Heavyweight Champion and I wouldn’t have this belt if I couldn’t or can’t get it done in the ring. What’s your biggest accomplishment since being in the WGWF? Beat a has been in Jocelyn Camden? Beat MDK in a glorified bullshit contest? Manage a stable of fucking halfwits? Where’s your gold? Where’s your match of the night performances? Where’s any attention thrown on you at all other than being MDK’s piece of ass?
It's Okay. I’ll wait.
Still waiting.
Still waiting.
Still waiting.
Oh fuck! That’s right!
It’s nonexistent because here in the real world you’ve not attained that level of success and I’m here to tell you here and now that it’s NOT going to come at my expense. I already had to settle with dealing with you before while in my “eat shit and like the taste of it” phase of 2017 but now you’re stepping into my world with the one thing that actually matters hanging in the balance and you seriously think that you of all people will be able to use me as your stepping stone? First you would need a step ladder to get to the stepping stone but that’s neither here nor there; Secondly even if you managed get a step ladder I’d just kick your little ass off the top of it simply by farting in your general direction. Do you see where this is going? Much like you will bring me everything you’ve got it simply will not be enough to capturing the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship at my expense.
The only thing going your way rests with me agreeing to take this contest under your Adventures in Wonderland stipulation.
I like the idea of beating you in your own match.
Hell, it’s the only thing that appeals to me at all about even dealing with you on what will be this massive stage. The fact that any given moment a new stipulation will be introduced adds intriguing scenarios such as; are you pre-picking the stipulations? Perhaps the times they shift? One might think that would be the case because that’s your only advantage. You’re five foot nothing, a buck twenty soaking wet and nowhere near as talented as I am and that’s what makes this boring to me. I’d much rather apply my craft on this stage against anyone other than ten pounds of shit in a five-pound bag like you. You’re in for a very rude awakening because while you so desperately want to instill fear into the WGWF with Anarchy at your disposal; but when you realize that Anarchy itself isn’t anything, but numbers designed to give you an advantage, yet dealing with them as individuals they’re fucking nothing.
Throughout this build you’ve used them to get at me.
Once again establishing that you’re not capable of handling a real man such as myself all on your own, yet I’m smart enough to exploit the Steel Cage that housed you and Terry Borden and make you my bitch all by my lonesome. You remember, right? Handcuffed to the Cage getting smacked around like a little rag doll. Ah the memories. So, let me tell you how this is going to play out just so we’re all on the same page. You show up and try your damnedest to take my strap away from me under the delusion that you know what I’m capable of. Make no mistake about it sunshine you’ve NEVER stood in the ring with me with the World Title at stake! The game is taken to a completely different level and it’s a completely different Slater; it’s THE Tristan Slater. So please Alyce I beg of you to try me, try me and I’ll kick your cunt so far up your throat you’ll get pregnant giving blowjobs.
“No man is never truly good.
No man is never truly evil.
I do the things you never could.
And we will never be equal”
Yeah bitch, that’s me calling you out. See you at Wrestle Wars Twelve when I leave you in an all too familiar position… on your back looking up at the lights.