Post by THE Tristan Slater on Aug 4, 2018 5:28:58 GMT -5
You can’t say I didn’t try to play nice, even with my own intentions when it came to the closing moments of Monday Night Brawl. Sure, I was coming to even the score with Alyce whom had earlier had her way with me, which I did, it was also an attempt to make a little piece with John that quickly turned south.
But hey, why cry over spilt milk am I right?
It’s not like I needed John to begin with; I mean the Glorious New Breed is way more successful than the New Breed has ever been… you’re welcome. I digress. I’m not bent at John in the slightest for his actions on Brawl but it doesn’t change the fact that right now, this moment John Cable NEEDS THE Tristan Slater more than he’s ever needed him before.
Which brings us to our scene as the duo of THE Tristan Slater and the WGWF Intercontinental Champion Christian Connolly appear to be in the back of a limo in transit to a Summer Madness signing in London. Slater and Connolly are in the midst of a conversation which we pick up on.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I didn’t want to pull you into un-necessary bullshit this close to you putting the final nail in the Chris Dorling coffin, that’s why I went out to the ring by myself on Brawl and that’s why I’m not sweating getting laid out not once but twice on the same show.”
That’s right ladies and gentleman, I think we can all officially say that Monday Night on Brawl wasn’t exactly my night now was it? Rhetorical fucking question. I’ve taken my share of beatings throughout my career so it’s nothing really knew to have someone get the better of you on any given night… but to have it happen twice makes me realize next time I’ll be sure to cut a promo 😉
CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY- “Very unlike you to say the very least.”
Not only was it unlike me but I’m the one that put myself in the situation to begin with. Granted this isn’t anything that’s going to set me back by any means but it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t piss me off in the process.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I should have swallowed my pride and stayed my happy ass in the back and watched as Alyce and MDK torn John apart.”
CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY- “Won’t disagree with that. What the hell were you thinking anyway? Was revenge on Alyce worth getting dropped by John two weeks before a major Pay-Per-View?”
Well… it’s not like John couldn’t use the extra momentum when you consider how luke warm he’s been lately.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Simple answer is I wasn’t thinking at all… I pulled a fucking Cable and let my emotions take over. All I saw was Alyce and I immediately had tunnel vision without thinking about Cable.”
We had a moment, John. A moment where you realized just how much you need me to survive this upcoming Fatal Four Way. I saw it in your eyes when you reached out and shook my hand moments before dropping me where I stood. Doesn’t change the fact that you felt it. I know it.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “And I admit I let my guard down; it won’t happen again because the one thing that drives me right now is the fact that you and I have a chance to become the two single biggest threats on this goddamn roster once you dispose of Dorling, successfully retaining the Intercontinental Championship and I go on and am last man standing in the Fatal Four Way Elimination, leaving Summer Madness as a three time WGWF World Heavyweight Champion.”
With the two of us holding the top two prizes in the WGWF I won’t give a shit about how many numbers you have, I won’t care how many times I have to take a beating because with that big gold belt around my waist and Connolly’s waist will symbolize us as everything that we profess to be… the legitimate measuring sticks of this federation.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “With the two of us standing on top of the mountains nobody will be able to stop us from doing exactly what we want, when we want and how we want. We will be what the WGWF is all about and that’s the driving force right now; two goals, you leaving with your belt and me leaving with mine.”
I say leaving with mine under the pretense that while there’s been a lot of bitching and moaning from my opponents over the Championship nobody has a more legitimate gripe than I do. I was robbed of the title, I wasn’t beaten for it by a legitimate contender it was handed to him on a silver platter after my face was introduced into a slamming Cage door… but do you see me crying about it?
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Nobody truly understands just how great it is going to feel to stand on top of the WGWF once again with the World Title high in the air as I not only take it for a third time but vanquish the biggest thorn in my side of all time, MDK.”
Reality is while I’m going to love sticking my boot up the asses of Starchylde and Cable we all know who my eye is really on. Here we are, a year later from the night in which the longest winning streak in the history of the WGWF was broken by your hands. On that night you were the better man, yet many times since we’ve found ourselves in the ring together and one way or the other the result is THE Tristan Slater is victorious, because I am… Glorious.
Sorry, old habits die hard.
But never have I been in a position to avenge it like I am right now.
CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY- “Between you, me and the rest of the world we all know Cable and Starchylde are formalities and all eyes are going to be on both you and MDK to take the title.”
See, everyone knows it.
And if Connolly is saying it you know it’s the gospel.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I’m not looking past Cable or Starchylde entirely but they are distant when it comes to dealing with the ghost of my past. What I love about this is there won’t be any excuses to be made because in order to leave with the World Title I have to go through him, I want to go through him.”
The sweetest taste of victory is yet to come because once I outsmart the three of you with the exclamation point being the self-proclaimed King himself. Hell, in one night I can slay the King, beat down the Queen and humiliate the Court Jester all at the same time to stake claim to the richest prize in our industry.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Not only do I want to go through him; I want him last. I want him when we’ve both endured the best of the lower end of the four because at that point it comes down to just who wants it the most, that answer is THE TRISTAN SLATER!”
Fuck you MDK.
Fuck your cheesy half thought out rambles.
No excuses! Come Summer Madness it’s either going to be MDK or it’s going to be THE Tristan Slater who raises that title up in the air and leaves jolly ole England with all the bragging rights; smart money is on THE Tristan Slater.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Enough about all that shit because I have very high expectations out of you and Chris Dorling; your match on the card is just as if not more important than the Main Event because I’m not sure if many people are aware of this but uh, you successfully defend the title you make more history because not only will you be a WGWF Hall a Fame talent, not only will you be a part of the longest reigning World Tag Team Champions in the history of the WGWF… but then you become the longest reigning Intercontinental Champion in history.”
That’s right mother fuckers! This isn’t about THE Tristan Slater… not completely, this is also about the true rise of one Christian Connolly; the very Christian Connolly that has ran with the IC title since Caged In of last year! You know, he beat Cable and Gambino… AT THE SAME FUCKING TIME! SIMULTANIOUSLY!
Yeah… he’s that guy.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “And I’ll go on record here and now that when you leave Summer Madness with the Intercontinental Championship and I leave with the World Title… all will be right within our worlds, and then… oh yeah, then it will be an honor to defend the World Title against you… nobody on this roster deserves it more than you do… fuck… regardless of who leaves with the belt I’m going to campaign for you to get your rightful shot!”
CONNOLLY FOR NUMBER ONE CONTENDER!
CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY- “Shut the fuck up.”
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I’m for real!!”
CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY- “I repeat… shut the fuck up.”
The limo pulls to a smooth stop.
CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY- ‘Let’s get this over with.”
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Well shit.”
We fade out.
So, this is what all this boil down to.
Four individuals entering one contest in which the end goal is all the same… leaving with the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship securely around our waists.
For me this isn’t something that’s new to me.
Being the World Heavyweight Champion is something that comes more natural than any of you will ever know because it’s not a task that just anyone can be tapped with when it comes to the level of responsibility that comes along with holding that prestigious Championship. You are the focal point of the federation, you’re responsible for the ultimate success or failures that comes along with carrying a company. Some people crack under the pressure like John Cable while others are desperately trying to sniff the leather strap like Alyce Starchylde… and then you’ve got MDK and myself, arguably the two odds on favorites to walk into this massive event and walk out with the gold firmly slung over our shoulders. Over the course of the next several days you’re going to have the opportunity to listen to the four of us all talk about why we deserve that spotlight and why we are the very best, the cream of the WGWF crop; but the truth is only one of us will be able to stand in the center of that ring, hoist that title high in the air and profess beyond any shadow of a doubt that they are the legitimate measuring stick for the WGWF.
… I don’t take this lightly.
For me this is the ultimate test to establish beyond any shadow of a doubt that I am THE man!
When the match was announed as a Fatal Four Way my stomach initially turned at the mere thought that someone like Cable or Starchylde might be able to fluke their way into a Championship run… that was until the words “elimination match” rolled off the tip of Flash Rotten’s tongue. It was that very moment that I knew this contest was mine to win. When you look at this environment, what something like this brings it all but favors me because of the three of you there’s but one of you that can say they LEGITIMATELY defeated me for a World Heavyweight Champion and his name is MDK. More on that in just a bit.
In order to start with my list of opponents we’re going to start with the least deserving before working our way to what will be my main course for the evening.
When I sat down and started thinking about this pecking order I came to the realization that both John Cable and Alyce Starchylde are pretty much neck in neck for this last spot on my scale of least importance, so I imagine I’ll give this nod to you… Alyce.
What the fuck have you done to garner this spot? It sure as shit hasn’t been winning any goddamn wrestling matches. For the second time in your career in a four month span you’ve been handed an opportunity at becoming the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion. At Wrestle Wars not only did Chris Page hand you his West Coast Rumble victory but they also let you pick the stipulation… and you still FAILED to capture the title. You had EVERYTHING in your favor and you simply didn’t have the tools necessary to get the fucking job done; not only did you not get the job done you got outsmarted within the confines and structure of your own match…You have the audacity to pull a John Cable and tell me I didn’t “earn” a victory by beating you. News flash sugar tits, I didn’t have too.
But please continue to throw regurgitated dribble my way that’s so fucking easy to defend someone with a skill set of John Tolly could handle it. You know what, let’s get past Wrestle Wars and look more towards this road to Summer Madness; one with so much to prove such as yourself barely bothers to step inside the ring and you’re going to expect me to believe that you’re actually ready for a task of this magnitude? Get the fuck out of here. You showed up on Brawl and had your minions drop me so you could come out and soak up what little glory you can attain and it still DIDN’T work because I was there to close out Brawl even if I have second thoughts about it now.
Again I ask, what have you accomplished?
Big ole goose egg.
Your whole involvement is so secondary it’s not even funny anymore.
I think my single biggest problem when it comes to you rests with how in your eyes you seem to think that showing up and laying some sort of beating is somehow supposed to change the perception that when it comes to stepping through those ropes and getting it done in the ring you’re just nowhere near a World Champion caliber player… and in case you’re doubting that to be a fact let’s see how far down the rabbit hole you fall when you once again can’t back your words and you’re beaten in the middle of that ring by someone you claim “can’t” beat you.
That’s right ladies and gentleman…
I’m calling it here and now that I will have TWO eliminations in this upcoming contest… Alyce will be one and MDK will be the other. That’s not a prediction, that’s a fucking spoiler. Alyce, your road to Summer Madness doesn’t end with your arm raised in victory, it doesn’t end with this reign of supremacy that you’ve been promising for what seems like eternity… it ends with your bitter and humiliating defeat by my hands and there’s pretty much nothing you’re going to say or do to stop it. Once I snatch your last little excuse from your grasp what else will you have? Nothing.
Now let’s shift gears towards you, John.
You’re just a cunt hair better than Alyce on this pecking order but it isn’t enough to brag about because you sir, you are unbelievable at times with the things that fly out of your mouth yet eat a loss to Chris Page on this all important previous Brawl telecast. You do realize that was your match to look strong in, not come out looking like complete and utter horse shit. Let’s point out the obvious before digging a little deeper, shall we. Obvious facts; I was going to ass rape you over your claims at BEATING me for the World Title while locked inside a Steel Cage but it seems Chris Page beat me to the punch on that so there’s no need in beating that dead horse further into the ground especially when even you yourself know in the pit of your stomach had Alyce not involved herself this wouldn’t even be a conversation piece.
It would even be easier for me to pick apart that World Title run that has Paul Frost giving a standing ovation or even the secondary one that lasted just about as long as the first one.
Your weak, John.
You always have been.
You always will be.
Your single biggest weakness is fighting off emotions and allowing them to get the better of you; that has never been more evident than when I walked out on Brawl following you losing the Main Event while MDK and Alyce where having their way with you like a twenty-dollar slut on the Las Vegas Strip or any red-light district here in London. You allowed your emotions to get the better of you after I did what? Saved your pathetic ass while your boys in the New Breed coward behind the curtain. You dropped me where I stood and to be perfectly honest, I should have saw it coming a mile away. Trust and believe that mistake won’t be made come Summer Madness because I was honestly going to recommend a truce during the opening portion of this contest; especially with Alyce and MDK banking on the fact that we’re not going to get along. Me personally, I don’t care either way because it’s not like I haven’t carried you through Main Events before, hell I made a habit out of it for the longest time back in the Glorious New Breed but you would be fucking stupid not to consider how greater YOUR odds will be if I’m fighting with you as opposed to against you, and sure my odds increase drastically as well. I won’t deny it. Self-preservation is everything and from where I’m sitting you need it a hole hell of a lot more than I do so do yourself a fucking favor and place nice until the odds shift in our favor and then all bets are off. Divide and conquer, it’s a simple fucking game plan that if executed will see your stay in this contest last longer than both of your title reigns, combined.
Should you elect to play ball will certainly prolong your stay but it is not going to secure you a much-needed victory, oh no. You’re still going to get just as owned as you normally would under any set of circumstances it will just be a matter of what number you go. Are you going out first, second or third? We could dominate both Alyce and MDK and give us that inevitable showdown that you’ve desperately been looking for opposite THE Tristan Slater and you can SHOW ME first hand just how much better you THINK you are than someone such as myself when in reality I’ll be all over you like a fat kid on fucking cake! I’m rip you apart like a goddamn spider monkey and I’ll send you back to the mid-card where you fucking belong! For your sake I hope you enjoyed throwing that right hand on Brawl after I evened the odds and shifted the momentum because I’m going to pay that back ten fold come Summer Madness, the only question you have to answer is are you going to put your emotions in check long enough to handle business or do I have to snuff you out first and make this one against all; either way I like my odds and there’s not a single person on the face of the planet that will be able to hand you another victory.
How you play this will dictate just how far you’re going to go.
I wish I had a choice… but when your name is THE Tristan Slater success is just a formality.
… and then we have you, MDK.
The one man that’s avoided me at any an all costs like the fucking plague for damn near an entire year. It’s taken nearly twelve months for me to get you in this kind of situation, a situation that won’t see me pick up a win over anyone OTHER than you to cement this sweet taste of victory and procuring my third WGWF World Heavyweight Championship. I say that you’ve avoided me because history shows us that’s a true statement. Go back to after I swallowed my pride and admitted that you were the better man at Summer Madness 2017. Your first title match booked against me on Brawl you brushed off with a legal injunction, the second match was shifted to a tag match BUT when I finally got you in the ring at the West Coast Rumble the World Title found it self back around my waist.
I wonder why that is?
Probably because I own you in every sense of the fucking word.
You can forget about John Cable or Alyce Starchylde because we all know this little party is going to end with you and I standing opposite each other in front of one of the largest crowds to witness a Summer Madness event and with this party taking place in your backyard I can’t think of a better location to FINALLY exercise some revenge than Wembley Stadium. All your ducking and dodging has gotten you this far but it won’t take you any further because there’s not a victory that can taste any sweeter than putting your shoulders to the mat one year after suffering my first and few defeats in two years.
I’ve been plotting and planning for this one moment because much like Alyce has her crutch I’m going to kick yours out from under you when I do what you claim I can’t… beat you.
Sure, up until this point there’s been a lot of games played on both out behalves because nothing tickles my fancy more than one upping you and while this game has batted back and forth it comes to its conclusion in front of the world; ironic that it ends at an event that it ultimately began. There’s not going to be a magical briefcase or contract for you to exercise, there’s not going to be a way out for you in any way, shape or form MDK. I’ve got you nailed dead to rights and come Summer Madness I can not wait to pull the trigger and end this once and for all. I could spend countless hours verbally bashing you around but when you’ve been entangled as long as we have it seems like every point has already been made ten times over, so why bother? Instead I’m going to use this time to express to you just how bad I am craving the taste of my third WGWF World Heavyweight Championship because nothing tastes sweeter than taking back something that one should have never lost to begin with.
The fact that I know deep down in my heart that this elimination shit see’s you and I standing across the ring from each other and knowing that every time you’ve spouted out that I can’t or I didn’t beat you; you know, your last excuse in the book of our rivalry. While you are the man that broke my undefeated streak of sixteen months and while it’s been our only singles affair it’s time for retribution to come full circle and technically this isn’t a singles match… it will be, it’s only a matter of how long it’s going to take for us to get to that point. Some might say I’m downplaying Alyce and John… I am. Alyce has been to busy skipping around to the voices in her head while John once again chokes under pressure the moment anyone has faith in him. It’s an endless circle, so anyone with half a fucking brain knows where this is going. The placeholders are going to go bye-bye so the real talents can tear the house down with the outcome being THE Tristan Slater being crowned WGWF World Heavyweight Champion for a third time because it seems if the belt isn’t around my waist it’s being shit all over.
I don’t give two shits what any of you have to say about me, and while you’re going to do your damnedest to discredit or downplay me here’s a few facts that you can’t discredit or piss all over because they’re the ones that actually matter. Fact, EVERYTHING I’ve accomplished here I’ve accomplished on my own while exploiting whatever rules in my favor. I haven’t had help, I haven’t had other people fighting my battles, I haven’t had to resort to cheating to win regardless of how goddamn cocky I’ve been… I’ve stood in the middle of that ring win or lose, for better or for worse and I’ve relied on MYSELF.
… And I got to say, I haven’t disappointed.
Here we go one more time where it’s me against the fucking world and in this instance the odds are firmly stacked in my favor…
Hell… it’ll take all three of you to put me out anyway.
In closing I’ll leave each and everyone of you with this thought. Come the close of Summer Madness when I am sole survivor of this bogus World Title affair all will be right with the world and I will once again be standing on top of the mountain looking down at each and every one of you with a smile on my face and a gold belt strapped around my waist. That belt? It’s the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship, and when that moment occurs I’ll be done with all three of you as I will be ready for another challenge because your three stooges have occupied about enough of my time.
Who’s next?
But hey, why cry over spilt milk am I right?
It’s not like I needed John to begin with; I mean the Glorious New Breed is way more successful than the New Breed has ever been… you’re welcome. I digress. I’m not bent at John in the slightest for his actions on Brawl but it doesn’t change the fact that right now, this moment John Cable NEEDS THE Tristan Slater more than he’s ever needed him before.
Which brings us to our scene as the duo of THE Tristan Slater and the WGWF Intercontinental Champion Christian Connolly appear to be in the back of a limo in transit to a Summer Madness signing in London. Slater and Connolly are in the midst of a conversation which we pick up on.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I didn’t want to pull you into un-necessary bullshit this close to you putting the final nail in the Chris Dorling coffin, that’s why I went out to the ring by myself on Brawl and that’s why I’m not sweating getting laid out not once but twice on the same show.”
That’s right ladies and gentleman, I think we can all officially say that Monday Night on Brawl wasn’t exactly my night now was it? Rhetorical fucking question. I’ve taken my share of beatings throughout my career so it’s nothing really knew to have someone get the better of you on any given night… but to have it happen twice makes me realize next time I’ll be sure to cut a promo 😉
CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY- “Very unlike you to say the very least.”
Not only was it unlike me but I’m the one that put myself in the situation to begin with. Granted this isn’t anything that’s going to set me back by any means but it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t piss me off in the process.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I should have swallowed my pride and stayed my happy ass in the back and watched as Alyce and MDK torn John apart.”
CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY- “Won’t disagree with that. What the hell were you thinking anyway? Was revenge on Alyce worth getting dropped by John two weeks before a major Pay-Per-View?”
Well… it’s not like John couldn’t use the extra momentum when you consider how luke warm he’s been lately.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Simple answer is I wasn’t thinking at all… I pulled a fucking Cable and let my emotions take over. All I saw was Alyce and I immediately had tunnel vision without thinking about Cable.”
We had a moment, John. A moment where you realized just how much you need me to survive this upcoming Fatal Four Way. I saw it in your eyes when you reached out and shook my hand moments before dropping me where I stood. Doesn’t change the fact that you felt it. I know it.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “And I admit I let my guard down; it won’t happen again because the one thing that drives me right now is the fact that you and I have a chance to become the two single biggest threats on this goddamn roster once you dispose of Dorling, successfully retaining the Intercontinental Championship and I go on and am last man standing in the Fatal Four Way Elimination, leaving Summer Madness as a three time WGWF World Heavyweight Champion.”
With the two of us holding the top two prizes in the WGWF I won’t give a shit about how many numbers you have, I won’t care how many times I have to take a beating because with that big gold belt around my waist and Connolly’s waist will symbolize us as everything that we profess to be… the legitimate measuring sticks of this federation.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “With the two of us standing on top of the mountains nobody will be able to stop us from doing exactly what we want, when we want and how we want. We will be what the WGWF is all about and that’s the driving force right now; two goals, you leaving with your belt and me leaving with mine.”
I say leaving with mine under the pretense that while there’s been a lot of bitching and moaning from my opponents over the Championship nobody has a more legitimate gripe than I do. I was robbed of the title, I wasn’t beaten for it by a legitimate contender it was handed to him on a silver platter after my face was introduced into a slamming Cage door… but do you see me crying about it?
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Nobody truly understands just how great it is going to feel to stand on top of the WGWF once again with the World Title high in the air as I not only take it for a third time but vanquish the biggest thorn in my side of all time, MDK.”
Reality is while I’m going to love sticking my boot up the asses of Starchylde and Cable we all know who my eye is really on. Here we are, a year later from the night in which the longest winning streak in the history of the WGWF was broken by your hands. On that night you were the better man, yet many times since we’ve found ourselves in the ring together and one way or the other the result is THE Tristan Slater is victorious, because I am… Glorious.
Sorry, old habits die hard.
But never have I been in a position to avenge it like I am right now.
CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY- “Between you, me and the rest of the world we all know Cable and Starchylde are formalities and all eyes are going to be on both you and MDK to take the title.”
See, everyone knows it.
And if Connolly is saying it you know it’s the gospel.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I’m not looking past Cable or Starchylde entirely but they are distant when it comes to dealing with the ghost of my past. What I love about this is there won’t be any excuses to be made because in order to leave with the World Title I have to go through him, I want to go through him.”
The sweetest taste of victory is yet to come because once I outsmart the three of you with the exclamation point being the self-proclaimed King himself. Hell, in one night I can slay the King, beat down the Queen and humiliate the Court Jester all at the same time to stake claim to the richest prize in our industry.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Not only do I want to go through him; I want him last. I want him when we’ve both endured the best of the lower end of the four because at that point it comes down to just who wants it the most, that answer is THE TRISTAN SLATER!”
Fuck you MDK.
Fuck your cheesy half thought out rambles.
No excuses! Come Summer Madness it’s either going to be MDK or it’s going to be THE Tristan Slater who raises that title up in the air and leaves jolly ole England with all the bragging rights; smart money is on THE Tristan Slater.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Enough about all that shit because I have very high expectations out of you and Chris Dorling; your match on the card is just as if not more important than the Main Event because I’m not sure if many people are aware of this but uh, you successfully defend the title you make more history because not only will you be a WGWF Hall a Fame talent, not only will you be a part of the longest reigning World Tag Team Champions in the history of the WGWF… but then you become the longest reigning Intercontinental Champion in history.”
That’s right mother fuckers! This isn’t about THE Tristan Slater… not completely, this is also about the true rise of one Christian Connolly; the very Christian Connolly that has ran with the IC title since Caged In of last year! You know, he beat Cable and Gambino… AT THE SAME FUCKING TIME! SIMULTANIOUSLY!
Yeah… he’s that guy.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “And I’ll go on record here and now that when you leave Summer Madness with the Intercontinental Championship and I leave with the World Title… all will be right within our worlds, and then… oh yeah, then it will be an honor to defend the World Title against you… nobody on this roster deserves it more than you do… fuck… regardless of who leaves with the belt I’m going to campaign for you to get your rightful shot!”
CONNOLLY FOR NUMBER ONE CONTENDER!
CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY- “Shut the fuck up.”
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I’m for real!!”
CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY- “I repeat… shut the fuck up.”
The limo pulls to a smooth stop.
CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY- ‘Let’s get this over with.”
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Well shit.”
We fade out.
So, this is what all this boil down to.
Four individuals entering one contest in which the end goal is all the same… leaving with the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship securely around our waists.
For me this isn’t something that’s new to me.
Being the World Heavyweight Champion is something that comes more natural than any of you will ever know because it’s not a task that just anyone can be tapped with when it comes to the level of responsibility that comes along with holding that prestigious Championship. You are the focal point of the federation, you’re responsible for the ultimate success or failures that comes along with carrying a company. Some people crack under the pressure like John Cable while others are desperately trying to sniff the leather strap like Alyce Starchylde… and then you’ve got MDK and myself, arguably the two odds on favorites to walk into this massive event and walk out with the gold firmly slung over our shoulders. Over the course of the next several days you’re going to have the opportunity to listen to the four of us all talk about why we deserve that spotlight and why we are the very best, the cream of the WGWF crop; but the truth is only one of us will be able to stand in the center of that ring, hoist that title high in the air and profess beyond any shadow of a doubt that they are the legitimate measuring stick for the WGWF.
… I don’t take this lightly.
For me this is the ultimate test to establish beyond any shadow of a doubt that I am THE man!
When the match was announed as a Fatal Four Way my stomach initially turned at the mere thought that someone like Cable or Starchylde might be able to fluke their way into a Championship run… that was until the words “elimination match” rolled off the tip of Flash Rotten’s tongue. It was that very moment that I knew this contest was mine to win. When you look at this environment, what something like this brings it all but favors me because of the three of you there’s but one of you that can say they LEGITIMATELY defeated me for a World Heavyweight Champion and his name is MDK. More on that in just a bit.
In order to start with my list of opponents we’re going to start with the least deserving before working our way to what will be my main course for the evening.
When I sat down and started thinking about this pecking order I came to the realization that both John Cable and Alyce Starchylde are pretty much neck in neck for this last spot on my scale of least importance, so I imagine I’ll give this nod to you… Alyce.
What the fuck have you done to garner this spot? It sure as shit hasn’t been winning any goddamn wrestling matches. For the second time in your career in a four month span you’ve been handed an opportunity at becoming the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion. At Wrestle Wars not only did Chris Page hand you his West Coast Rumble victory but they also let you pick the stipulation… and you still FAILED to capture the title. You had EVERYTHING in your favor and you simply didn’t have the tools necessary to get the fucking job done; not only did you not get the job done you got outsmarted within the confines and structure of your own match…You have the audacity to pull a John Cable and tell me I didn’t “earn” a victory by beating you. News flash sugar tits, I didn’t have too.
But please continue to throw regurgitated dribble my way that’s so fucking easy to defend someone with a skill set of John Tolly could handle it. You know what, let’s get past Wrestle Wars and look more towards this road to Summer Madness; one with so much to prove such as yourself barely bothers to step inside the ring and you’re going to expect me to believe that you’re actually ready for a task of this magnitude? Get the fuck out of here. You showed up on Brawl and had your minions drop me so you could come out and soak up what little glory you can attain and it still DIDN’T work because I was there to close out Brawl even if I have second thoughts about it now.
Again I ask, what have you accomplished?
Big ole goose egg.
Your whole involvement is so secondary it’s not even funny anymore.
I think my single biggest problem when it comes to you rests with how in your eyes you seem to think that showing up and laying some sort of beating is somehow supposed to change the perception that when it comes to stepping through those ropes and getting it done in the ring you’re just nowhere near a World Champion caliber player… and in case you’re doubting that to be a fact let’s see how far down the rabbit hole you fall when you once again can’t back your words and you’re beaten in the middle of that ring by someone you claim “can’t” beat you.
That’s right ladies and gentleman…
I’m calling it here and now that I will have TWO eliminations in this upcoming contest… Alyce will be one and MDK will be the other. That’s not a prediction, that’s a fucking spoiler. Alyce, your road to Summer Madness doesn’t end with your arm raised in victory, it doesn’t end with this reign of supremacy that you’ve been promising for what seems like eternity… it ends with your bitter and humiliating defeat by my hands and there’s pretty much nothing you’re going to say or do to stop it. Once I snatch your last little excuse from your grasp what else will you have? Nothing.
Now let’s shift gears towards you, John.
You’re just a cunt hair better than Alyce on this pecking order but it isn’t enough to brag about because you sir, you are unbelievable at times with the things that fly out of your mouth yet eat a loss to Chris Page on this all important previous Brawl telecast. You do realize that was your match to look strong in, not come out looking like complete and utter horse shit. Let’s point out the obvious before digging a little deeper, shall we. Obvious facts; I was going to ass rape you over your claims at BEATING me for the World Title while locked inside a Steel Cage but it seems Chris Page beat me to the punch on that so there’s no need in beating that dead horse further into the ground especially when even you yourself know in the pit of your stomach had Alyce not involved herself this wouldn’t even be a conversation piece.
It would even be easier for me to pick apart that World Title run that has Paul Frost giving a standing ovation or even the secondary one that lasted just about as long as the first one.
Your weak, John.
You always have been.
You always will be.
Your single biggest weakness is fighting off emotions and allowing them to get the better of you; that has never been more evident than when I walked out on Brawl following you losing the Main Event while MDK and Alyce where having their way with you like a twenty-dollar slut on the Las Vegas Strip or any red-light district here in London. You allowed your emotions to get the better of you after I did what? Saved your pathetic ass while your boys in the New Breed coward behind the curtain. You dropped me where I stood and to be perfectly honest, I should have saw it coming a mile away. Trust and believe that mistake won’t be made come Summer Madness because I was honestly going to recommend a truce during the opening portion of this contest; especially with Alyce and MDK banking on the fact that we’re not going to get along. Me personally, I don’t care either way because it’s not like I haven’t carried you through Main Events before, hell I made a habit out of it for the longest time back in the Glorious New Breed but you would be fucking stupid not to consider how greater YOUR odds will be if I’m fighting with you as opposed to against you, and sure my odds increase drastically as well. I won’t deny it. Self-preservation is everything and from where I’m sitting you need it a hole hell of a lot more than I do so do yourself a fucking favor and place nice until the odds shift in our favor and then all bets are off. Divide and conquer, it’s a simple fucking game plan that if executed will see your stay in this contest last longer than both of your title reigns, combined.
Should you elect to play ball will certainly prolong your stay but it is not going to secure you a much-needed victory, oh no. You’re still going to get just as owned as you normally would under any set of circumstances it will just be a matter of what number you go. Are you going out first, second or third? We could dominate both Alyce and MDK and give us that inevitable showdown that you’ve desperately been looking for opposite THE Tristan Slater and you can SHOW ME first hand just how much better you THINK you are than someone such as myself when in reality I’ll be all over you like a fat kid on fucking cake! I’m rip you apart like a goddamn spider monkey and I’ll send you back to the mid-card where you fucking belong! For your sake I hope you enjoyed throwing that right hand on Brawl after I evened the odds and shifted the momentum because I’m going to pay that back ten fold come Summer Madness, the only question you have to answer is are you going to put your emotions in check long enough to handle business or do I have to snuff you out first and make this one against all; either way I like my odds and there’s not a single person on the face of the planet that will be able to hand you another victory.
How you play this will dictate just how far you’re going to go.
I wish I had a choice… but when your name is THE Tristan Slater success is just a formality.
… and then we have you, MDK.
The one man that’s avoided me at any an all costs like the fucking plague for damn near an entire year. It’s taken nearly twelve months for me to get you in this kind of situation, a situation that won’t see me pick up a win over anyone OTHER than you to cement this sweet taste of victory and procuring my third WGWF World Heavyweight Championship. I say that you’ve avoided me because history shows us that’s a true statement. Go back to after I swallowed my pride and admitted that you were the better man at Summer Madness 2017. Your first title match booked against me on Brawl you brushed off with a legal injunction, the second match was shifted to a tag match BUT when I finally got you in the ring at the West Coast Rumble the World Title found it self back around my waist.
I wonder why that is?
Probably because I own you in every sense of the fucking word.
You can forget about John Cable or Alyce Starchylde because we all know this little party is going to end with you and I standing opposite each other in front of one of the largest crowds to witness a Summer Madness event and with this party taking place in your backyard I can’t think of a better location to FINALLY exercise some revenge than Wembley Stadium. All your ducking and dodging has gotten you this far but it won’t take you any further because there’s not a victory that can taste any sweeter than putting your shoulders to the mat one year after suffering my first and few defeats in two years.
I’ve been plotting and planning for this one moment because much like Alyce has her crutch I’m going to kick yours out from under you when I do what you claim I can’t… beat you.
Sure, up until this point there’s been a lot of games played on both out behalves because nothing tickles my fancy more than one upping you and while this game has batted back and forth it comes to its conclusion in front of the world; ironic that it ends at an event that it ultimately began. There’s not going to be a magical briefcase or contract for you to exercise, there’s not going to be a way out for you in any way, shape or form MDK. I’ve got you nailed dead to rights and come Summer Madness I can not wait to pull the trigger and end this once and for all. I could spend countless hours verbally bashing you around but when you’ve been entangled as long as we have it seems like every point has already been made ten times over, so why bother? Instead I’m going to use this time to express to you just how bad I am craving the taste of my third WGWF World Heavyweight Championship because nothing tastes sweeter than taking back something that one should have never lost to begin with.
The fact that I know deep down in my heart that this elimination shit see’s you and I standing across the ring from each other and knowing that every time you’ve spouted out that I can’t or I didn’t beat you; you know, your last excuse in the book of our rivalry. While you are the man that broke my undefeated streak of sixteen months and while it’s been our only singles affair it’s time for retribution to come full circle and technically this isn’t a singles match… it will be, it’s only a matter of how long it’s going to take for us to get to that point. Some might say I’m downplaying Alyce and John… I am. Alyce has been to busy skipping around to the voices in her head while John once again chokes under pressure the moment anyone has faith in him. It’s an endless circle, so anyone with half a fucking brain knows where this is going. The placeholders are going to go bye-bye so the real talents can tear the house down with the outcome being THE Tristan Slater being crowned WGWF World Heavyweight Champion for a third time because it seems if the belt isn’t around my waist it’s being shit all over.
I don’t give two shits what any of you have to say about me, and while you’re going to do your damnedest to discredit or downplay me here’s a few facts that you can’t discredit or piss all over because they’re the ones that actually matter. Fact, EVERYTHING I’ve accomplished here I’ve accomplished on my own while exploiting whatever rules in my favor. I haven’t had help, I haven’t had other people fighting my battles, I haven’t had to resort to cheating to win regardless of how goddamn cocky I’ve been… I’ve stood in the middle of that ring win or lose, for better or for worse and I’ve relied on MYSELF.
… And I got to say, I haven’t disappointed.
Here we go one more time where it’s me against the fucking world and in this instance the odds are firmly stacked in my favor…
Hell… it’ll take all three of you to put me out anyway.
In closing I’ll leave each and everyone of you with this thought. Come the close of Summer Madness when I am sole survivor of this bogus World Title affair all will be right with the world and I will once again be standing on top of the mountain looking down at each and every one of you with a smile on my face and a gold belt strapped around my waist. That belt? It’s the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship, and when that moment occurs I’ll be done with all three of you as I will be ready for another challenge because your three stooges have occupied about enough of my time.
Who’s next?