Post by TheNewBreed on Aug 5, 2018 23:15:32 GMT -5
Three Weeks Ago...
John dials a number on his phone, and waits. The summer breeze blowing off of the St. John's River was warm and misted with the salt of the sea at the Riverwalk in downtown Jacksonville. Puffy clouds floated by lazily as the phone rang in his ear before dropping to voicemail with a curt [beep].
“Hey Terry... Going to be flying to Greece to meet up with some of the Breeders there before heading into Austria and Poland before BRAWL. I know we haven't really talked lately, but the get together is for the Breeders... and your part of the New Breed, even if things have been a little strained lately. I hope you get back to me soon. We're going to be leaving sometime tomorrow morning, and I could have a plane pick you up wherever you wanted me to... if you wanted to come. Just... give me a call, OK? Talk to you later, Brother. And... if I don't hear from you, Good Luck against Tolly at Summer Madness. I know you don't need it for a guy like him, but... Good Luck anyway.” John says sadly before hanging up and sliding his phone into his pocket.
A lot of people have been asking me why I ghosted last BRAWL on the promo end of things. The front office has been calling my lawyers, and me, and my secretary. They have been trying to get a word with me through email and Twitter, and someone even stalked my Facebook page to find out where I was posting from a while back to send a representative to speak with me over dinner in France.
Needless to say, I get the pressure... and I understand the company has a requirement from all of it's talent that is supposed to be adhered to by everyone on the roster... and to be honest... the WGWF can shove it... and so can the board of directors.
Take a look at this clip, and then we'll get into the nitty gritty on what's about to happen around here, shall we?
”Now... I understand that MDK has spent the better part of the last few decades getting hit in the head, and to be honest, so has Flash Rotten, so I will... just this once... give them both a free pass on the stupidity of this chain of events... but... only if they solemnly apologize to me personally and my legal demands are met by the WGWF immediately.
At this very moment, in California, a messenger is delivering a package to the offices of the WGWF, to Flash Rotten directly. Inside of this package are the terms of compliance I am demanding to right this wrong struck against me by none other than Flash Rotten himself, on behalf of the WGWF.
Oh yes... the wrong that has been committed against me.
You see... MDK may have had an 'Anytime Anywhere' clause of utter absurdity against Tristan Slater's Title, but he cashed that case in back a few weeks ago when he robbed me of my first official World Heavyweight Championship and took the cheapest win of the WGWF World Title I have ever seen.
At no point in time did MDK have the authority to exercise a rematch against me for MY World Title two weeks ago, nor did he ever have the authority to restart the match after I BEAT him for the World Heavyweight Championship in the middle of the ring, against a stacked deck just like always when dealing with MDK.
Furthermore, unlike the absurd claims by THE Tristan Slater that my win over him in the Steel Cage Match was illegitimate... maybe not admirable as a win in hindsight, maybe not even something to brag about besides the fact it was an official victory for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship... but illegitimate? Hardly... but... unlike his absurd claim of illegitimacy... this claim by me is no-brain-er.
Seriously.
Look at the chain of events, and tell me somehow it makes sense that MDK could just challenge his rematch immediately without that kind of loophole in a contract, and then to have Flash just go with it?
Oh no...
Now, that being said... Flash Rotten HAD an opportunity to make things right with me... right then and there... and instead, he shit in his hand and smeared it in my face.
He stripped MDK of the Title... acknowledging his rightful claim to it in that farce of a contest he whipped up out of thin air, and then held the Belt up with no Champion until Summer Madness.
I was appalled, and even now just thinking about it makes my stomach churn.
Flash Rotten... you had one obvious choice, and you failed.
On a protocol standpoint alone, notwithstanding the legal ramifications as well, the rightful WGWF Champion is none other than me... I won the belt, fair and square, and a rematch for MDK to try to regain his Title could have been scheduled for a later date and in literally EVERY other case of a Title change, this is exactly how it would have played out.
Instead, you decided to hold the Title up, deny my claim to the Belt altogether, and penalize my Legacy by cutting my Title Reign short by an entire month!
I mean seriously... who the fuck do you think you are?
So... I, Johnathan Cable, do hereby demand the WGWF recognize my legitimate claim to the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship immediately, and record the beginning of my Reign as World Champion as of my winning the Title from MDK on July 9th, 2018. Under no circumstances is the record to reflect the immediate rematch issued and restarted by MDK as a legitimate claim to the Title, and an apology directly from Flash Rotten himself for his oversight and his lack of better judgment in this matter is to be delivered personally to me. No other course of action will be tolerated, and if this is not satisfactorily met immediately, my lawyers will begin the process of suing the WGWF for no less than the accumulated sum of all money my identity as a talent within the WGWF could garner in advertising, merchandising, and sponsorship revenue compounded daily and the difference between that sum as the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion and just as a Talent on the roster, beginning at the 9th, and extending until after I WIN the Title AGAIN... against all odds... at Summer Madness in jolly ol' England.
If Flash consults with his marketing directors and merchandising board... I think he might choke on his own heart when he realizes what kind of money that pile looks like... so... I would appreciate a swift response in this matter, Flash... Board of Directors... and I mean it.
Now... having explained that little bit, maybe you can all see why I haven't really been all that fussed about keeping up with my end of things for the office... I mean, if they are going to throw the protocol book and the ideas of proper business function out the window and turn this whole thing into a damned three rings circus then I figure I'll just do whatever the hell I want around here too.
You know... but that didn't stop me from celebrating my Title reign with the army of Breeders out there in Europe loving the WGWF European Tour and spending time with some of the WGWF's finest athletes and superstars.
Oh no...
The New Breed has spent the last month hanging out with the fans and making appearances all over Europe from England to Germany and from Ireland to Spain.
While the WGWF General Manager may not know who the real World Heavyweight Champion is, the rest of the World definitely does, and they have been making sure I know they know it!
From a 'Beast's Day Parade' in the Netherlands to a quite Q and A with some four or five thousand fans in Great Britain last week to a short stop in the Vatican to receive a private blessing from the Pope... the whole of Europe has found themselves firmly in the Beast's corner, and supporting the rightful WGWF World Heavyweight Champion.
I am truly grateful and deeply humbled by all of the love you guys have sent out, and for all of the support from everyone out there.
It really goes to show me too, that this Monday Night, at Summer Madness, when I walk down that aisle and go face to face with probably the most challenging contest that has ever been seen for the WGWF World Title... I'm not going in there one man against three other people who want the same prize I do...
Oh no, brothers...
I am going in there as a Legion... an army of Breeders all surging forward with one goal in mind... one task and one indomitable will to win... all of us... one heart... one mind... one goal... to stand tall in the end as the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion.
Against that, Slater, Alyce, MDK... are but three people struggling to survive a war they are ill prepared to fight, let alone walk away alive from.
This time... of all the times I have had to shine, and show my true worth... is the moment it has all been building towards for decades... and finally... finally the day has come for me to forge my Legacy and stand tall as the rightful Champion I am.
Tristan doesn't have it in him to withstand my destiny.
He's a bitter, lonely man snatching at straws to try anything he can to regain the only thing he had left in this Title before I took it away from him... and I said it before... I'll be damned if I'm going to let him claim that Title again if it's the last thing I do.
He doesn't deserve it.
He hasn't shown a sliver of any shred of honor in years, and this Title deserves a better Champion than the mockery of the position that THE Tristan Slater would bring to it once again, and I for one refuse to allow it to happen.
He can talk all the shit he wants to about how I would make a joke of a Champion, and how the Beast couldn't hold up under the pressure of being the BIG Champ... but the truth of the whole matter with Slater is that HE can't stand the idea of any one else being more important than he is... so HE couldn't stand the pressure of admitting I was the better man.
That's why he is so dead set on winning at all costs, and why I could never trust him in that ring. Oh sure... I will use his grudges to buy me time in the ring, and maybe even let him pin both Alyce and MDK... but in the end... when it DOES come down to me and Slater, one on one for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship... there won't be any other man but me standing tall at the end of the toll of that bell.
Hell... Alyce has even less claim to this Belt than Tristan does, and that isn't saying much if I'm honest.
The only reason she's even involved in this match is because Chris Page found better things to do with his time than push himself to compete at the level he knew he had to maintain to stay in the World Title Scene at all... and he wonders why I never worried about his open contract?
Page... just a side note here for you... I beat you already. I never had to cash in on any imaginary piece of paper with my name on it next to yours, because we had that match, and I won. Take your crickets and shove them somewhere, will you?
You're a has-been that has a sliver of a good name left... at least for a little while longer if Grim has anything to say about it, anyway.
Hang it up already, before you fall from your position of lofty ideals and embarrass yourself, OK?
Now... as I was saying... the only reason Alyce is even in this match is because the pot shot queen of back stage attacking got a lucky break with a washed-up old icon who handed her a shot at the biggest night of her life, basically twice...
Well... you're here now, hunny... but what the hell do you think You're going to do when Slater, MDK, and I finally get to rip each other apart for all the bullshit that we've put each other through over the last two years, and you end up caught in the middle, finally answering for your sins, huh?
I'll tell you what you're going to do, OK, sweetheart?
You're going to choke... harder than a RavenShane Tag Title Run tied up with a Paul Frost script... and you're going to find yourself well in over your head, and drowning in a sea of pain and agony. I know for a fact that Tristan hasn't forgotten a single swing from that bat of yours... and I am willing to bet that he has a plan in all of this.
See... I know Slater better than anyone else here.
He is looking at this as an opportunity to stay well away from me early on, and try to score a win over the one he sees as his best chance to regain that Title. He wants to take you and MDK out of the equation because he's betting on his ability to put me away... a bit of blind faith if you ask me, but it's his funeral.
I do plan on leaving you all to him on Monday though... and I do plan on exacting my revenge on MDK in front of his entire crowd of hometown countrymen. I intend fully on taking that WGWF World Heavyweight Championship, and doing it by making your old man tap out in front of HIS crowd of Brits.
The part of Slater's plan that he's missing though, is that you're just the distraction I need to keep him out of my way while I work the real threat out of the equation myself!
That's right MDK... you're the real challenge here, aren't you?
Of course you'll say you are... make up some ludicrous story to go along with the whole thing... and then quip some fart jokes about how inept I am, and how there's no way a potato is going to win the World Championship
The only problem with that MDK... is I already did it... while you couldn't keep me from your precious Title even with the help of Alyce Starchylde and the entirety of Anarchy!
If you brought your whole army before, and that STILL wasn't enough for you to solidify a single legitimate win over me to retain the Title... what makes you think you have what it takes this time to put me away in a match like this one?
You're terrified of what's going to happen on Monday Night MDK... and you can tell the whole world I'm full of shit, but we all know better.
If you don't walk away with the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship around your waist... you're the only one who looks like shit in this entire match, Brother.
The pressure here to pull it out must be amazing... and I am betting you're going to crack under the strain.
Seriously... after everything you have pulled over the last two years, to not only get that Belt, but to have held it as long as you did and then to just flit in and pick it back up like you did a few weeks ago... man that takes some serious balls.
It doesn't take any real talent... but it does take some courage.
Unfortunately though, this Monday Night... you've got no choice but to face me... Tristan Slater... and Alyce Starchylde for the World Title... and at the end of it all... it's going to be ME that takes your dreams and rips them all to shreds leaving you with a pile of tattered hopes and a mad dash scramble to come up with a long list of excuses to try and save face and cover your shortcomings... because there will be plenty to cover up in the aftermath of having your ass handed to you by the potato.
Of that, I am certain.
Oh... everyone is talking about the pressure... even me.
The pressure to preform.
The pressure to win the big one.
The pressure to compete at the World Title level.
The pressure to bring the Belt from the brink of death after the strangle hold that MDK and Tristan Slater have had on it for the last few years.
See, MDK and Tristan Slater want the world to believe that they are the only ones who can DO something with the reputation of the WGWF and if they don't come out the NEW Champ... well the end of the WGWF as we know it would thus be nigh!
* Seems a little Paul Frosty to me... but you know... you guys do you, OK? *
The truth here, in all honestly, is that IF the reputation of the WGWF is in fact tarnished... it is so because Slater and MDK have been hording the World Title between themselves for the last two years, doing everything in their power and greed to be the man at the top of the mountain, and they are, in fact, to BLAME fully for the failures of the ratings and the ticket sales... if there are even any dips to speak of.
I would venture even further to say that it is in direct effect of men like Andy Johnson, Chris Dorling, and myself that the WGWF sales numbers have grown, and not plummeted as Slater stated would happen if he were to lose on Monday.
The entire thing is a farce, or more probably just the delusions of men so self absorbed and self important that they have lost grips with reality.
The truth... in all it's bitter ugliness... is that the only way to save the WGWF from months of tedious and cringe worthy television... is for me to go out there on Monday Night at Summer Madness, and prove... one more time... becoming a three time WGWF World Heavyweight Champion before Tristan Slater... and beating Alyce, Tristan, and MDK at the same time... that there is no other man who can save the WGWF from men like Slater and MDK but I... Johnathan Cable.
So... the pressure...
Let me tell you how I feel about the pressure.
Let me tell you how I feel about the need to win, and to survive, and to find the glory in this night of nights...
...And in this new Dawn... a star rises to finally take his place among the Gods of Men... the ICONS... the Best of Best...
It's a New Day for me, for you, for us all... and I'm feeling GOOD!
John dials a number on his phone, and waits. The summer breeze blowing off of the St. John's River was warm and misted with the salt of the sea at the Riverwalk in downtown Jacksonville. Puffy clouds floated by lazily as the phone rang in his ear before dropping to voicemail with a curt [beep].
“Hey Terry... Going to be flying to Greece to meet up with some of the Breeders there before heading into Austria and Poland before BRAWL. I know we haven't really talked lately, but the get together is for the Breeders... and your part of the New Breed, even if things have been a little strained lately. I hope you get back to me soon. We're going to be leaving sometime tomorrow morning, and I could have a plane pick you up wherever you wanted me to... if you wanted to come. Just... give me a call, OK? Talk to you later, Brother. And... if I don't hear from you, Good Luck against Tolly at Summer Madness. I know you don't need it for a guy like him, but... Good Luck anyway.” John says sadly before hanging up and sliding his phone into his pocket.
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A lot of people have been asking me why I ghosted last BRAWL on the promo end of things. The front office has been calling my lawyers, and me, and my secretary. They have been trying to get a word with me through email and Twitter, and someone even stalked my Facebook page to find out where I was posting from a while back to send a representative to speak with me over dinner in France.
Needless to say, I get the pressure... and I understand the company has a requirement from all of it's talent that is supposed to be adhered to by everyone on the roster... and to be honest... the WGWF can shove it... and so can the board of directors.
Take a look at this clip, and then we'll get into the nitty gritty on what's about to happen around here, shall we?
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Monday Night BRAWL – 7.9.18 - AccorHotels Arena in PARIS, FRANCE
At the end of the Main Event...
It’s an all out Brawl on the floor between the eight men with the Tag Champs pairing off with Lunacy and Stevens while Johnson and Borden brawl with the Jackdaw and Brother Maylock!! They spill out into the crowd while in the ring as we see Alyce as she drags MDK over putting him on top of Cable!!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!!!!
THRE…………………
Cable kicked out of the fast count to a thunderous ovation from the crowd!! Alyce can’t believe it as she reaches her feet willing her King on! MDK starts to stir as the crowd boos intently towards the ring! MDK reaches his feet where he reaches down picking up Cable from the mat. He holds him by the head where he screams out at him.
MDK- “FUCKING LACKEY!!”
MDK snitches Cable up where he drives him down into the mat with a HELL SHOT!! MDK makes the cover!!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THRE………………………………
The crowd pops as Slater yanks Starchylde out of the ring before she can make a three count!! Slater takes Alyce and smashes her head first into the ring apron before hurling her into the steel steps right shoulder first! THE Tristan Slater slides back into the ring where he reaches a vertical base and walks right into MDK who is seething!! MDK jaws back and forth with Slater before shoving Slater!!! Slater comes back by shoving MDK back towards Cable who rolls him up with a School Boy!!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DING…. DING… DING….
WINNER AND NEW WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: JOHN “THE BEAST” CABLE
Before any celebration can begin Alyce slides into the ring with a steel chair in hand! She waffles Slater across the back dropping him where he stands!! Cable is back to his feet where he’s jabbed into the midsection with a chair shot from Starchylde doubling him over for her to waffle him across the back! Cable hits the mat as we see MDK roll out to the floor where he yanks the World Title from the time keeper before he rings the bell!!
DING… DING… DING…
MDK slides into the ring where he measures Cable who starts to pull himself back to his feet where he’s belted in the skull with the World Title from MDK!!! MDK demands a microphone.
MDK- “I’m exercising my rematch… RIGHT NOW!!”
The crowd roars with massive boos as MDK places his boot on the chest of Cable! Starchylde drops down and makes the count!!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DING…. DING…. DING….
WINNER AND NEW WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: M.D.K.
The crowd roars with massive boo’s as Alyce raises MDK’s arm in the air awarding him the WGWF World Title!! MDK, still with microphone in hand.
MDK- “And that is how you deal with a fucking potato!”
The crowd erupts as FLASH ROTTEN emerges out to the top of the ramp for the first time since being kidnapped many weeks ago by Alyce Starchylde and Anarchy!! He’s got a microphone in hand as both MDK and Alyce are not pleased to see him!!
FLASH ROTTEN- “LADIES AND GENTLEMAN…”
The crowd ROARS upon hearing Flash’s opening.
FLASH ROTTEN- “My name is FLASH ROTTEN and I am the GENERAL MANAGER OF MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL!!”
The crowd roars louder!!
FLASH ROTTEN- “… And I love when the inmates try to run the asylum; right MDK and Alyce? I mean correct me if I’m wrong but didn’t Alyce and Anarchy kidnap me a month or so ago? That’s right they did, and here I stand watching as they try to bend the rules to their favor, and while I might be powerless to the two of you just screwing John Cable out of a World Title, AGAIN, doesn’t mean that I can’t do something about it right now!”
MDK and Alyce watch Flash as he continues.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Considering what I just saw I’m taking it upon myself to officially HOLD UP the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship!”
The crowd roars!!!
FLASH ROTTEN- “As of now the WGWF doesn’t have a World Champion and we won’t have a World Champion until SUMMER MADNESS, the winner of the FATAL FOUR WAY ELIMINATION match will be the UNDISPUTED WGWF World Heavyweight Champion!”
At the end of the Main Event...
It’s an all out Brawl on the floor between the eight men with the Tag Champs pairing off with Lunacy and Stevens while Johnson and Borden brawl with the Jackdaw and Brother Maylock!! They spill out into the crowd while in the ring as we see Alyce as she drags MDK over putting him on top of Cable!!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!!!!
THRE…………………
Cable kicked out of the fast count to a thunderous ovation from the crowd!! Alyce can’t believe it as she reaches her feet willing her King on! MDK starts to stir as the crowd boos intently towards the ring! MDK reaches his feet where he reaches down picking up Cable from the mat. He holds him by the head where he screams out at him.
MDK- “FUCKING LACKEY!!”
MDK snitches Cable up where he drives him down into the mat with a HELL SHOT!! MDK makes the cover!!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THRE………………………………
The crowd pops as Slater yanks Starchylde out of the ring before she can make a three count!! Slater takes Alyce and smashes her head first into the ring apron before hurling her into the steel steps right shoulder first! THE Tristan Slater slides back into the ring where he reaches a vertical base and walks right into MDK who is seething!! MDK jaws back and forth with Slater before shoving Slater!!! Slater comes back by shoving MDK back towards Cable who rolls him up with a School Boy!!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DING…. DING… DING….
WINNER AND NEW WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: JOHN “THE BEAST” CABLE
Before any celebration can begin Alyce slides into the ring with a steel chair in hand! She waffles Slater across the back dropping him where he stands!! Cable is back to his feet where he’s jabbed into the midsection with a chair shot from Starchylde doubling him over for her to waffle him across the back! Cable hits the mat as we see MDK roll out to the floor where he yanks the World Title from the time keeper before he rings the bell!!
DING… DING… DING…
MDK slides into the ring where he measures Cable who starts to pull himself back to his feet where he’s belted in the skull with the World Title from MDK!!! MDK demands a microphone.
MDK- “I’m exercising my rematch… RIGHT NOW!!”
The crowd roars with massive boos as MDK places his boot on the chest of Cable! Starchylde drops down and makes the count!!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DING…. DING…. DING….
WINNER AND NEW WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: M.D.K.
The crowd roars with massive boo’s as Alyce raises MDK’s arm in the air awarding him the WGWF World Title!! MDK, still with microphone in hand.
MDK- “And that is how you deal with a fucking potato!”
The crowd erupts as FLASH ROTTEN emerges out to the top of the ramp for the first time since being kidnapped many weeks ago by Alyce Starchylde and Anarchy!! He’s got a microphone in hand as both MDK and Alyce are not pleased to see him!!
FLASH ROTTEN- “LADIES AND GENTLEMAN…”
The crowd ROARS upon hearing Flash’s opening.
FLASH ROTTEN- “My name is FLASH ROTTEN and I am the GENERAL MANAGER OF MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL!!”
The crowd roars louder!!
FLASH ROTTEN- “… And I love when the inmates try to run the asylum; right MDK and Alyce? I mean correct me if I’m wrong but didn’t Alyce and Anarchy kidnap me a month or so ago? That’s right they did, and here I stand watching as they try to bend the rules to their favor, and while I might be powerless to the two of you just screwing John Cable out of a World Title, AGAIN, doesn’t mean that I can’t do something about it right now!”
MDK and Alyce watch Flash as he continues.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Considering what I just saw I’m taking it upon myself to officially HOLD UP the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship!”
The crowd roars!!!
FLASH ROTTEN- “As of now the WGWF doesn’t have a World Champion and we won’t have a World Champion until SUMMER MADNESS, the winner of the FATAL FOUR WAY ELIMINATION match will be the UNDISPUTED WGWF World Heavyweight Champion!”
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”Now... I understand that MDK has spent the better part of the last few decades getting hit in the head, and to be honest, so has Flash Rotten, so I will... just this once... give them both a free pass on the stupidity of this chain of events... but... only if they solemnly apologize to me personally and my legal demands are met by the WGWF immediately.
At this very moment, in California, a messenger is delivering a package to the offices of the WGWF, to Flash Rotten directly. Inside of this package are the terms of compliance I am demanding to right this wrong struck against me by none other than Flash Rotten himself, on behalf of the WGWF.
Oh yes... the wrong that has been committed against me.
You see... MDK may have had an 'Anytime Anywhere' clause of utter absurdity against Tristan Slater's Title, but he cashed that case in back a few weeks ago when he robbed me of my first official World Heavyweight Championship and took the cheapest win of the WGWF World Title I have ever seen.
At no point in time did MDK have the authority to exercise a rematch against me for MY World Title two weeks ago, nor did he ever have the authority to restart the match after I BEAT him for the World Heavyweight Championship in the middle of the ring, against a stacked deck just like always when dealing with MDK.
Furthermore, unlike the absurd claims by THE Tristan Slater that my win over him in the Steel Cage Match was illegitimate... maybe not admirable as a win in hindsight, maybe not even something to brag about besides the fact it was an official victory for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship... but illegitimate? Hardly... but... unlike his absurd claim of illegitimacy... this claim by me is no-brain-er.
Seriously.
Look at the chain of events, and tell me somehow it makes sense that MDK could just challenge his rematch immediately without that kind of loophole in a contract, and then to have Flash just go with it?
Oh no...
Now, that being said... Flash Rotten HAD an opportunity to make things right with me... right then and there... and instead, he shit in his hand and smeared it in my face.
He stripped MDK of the Title... acknowledging his rightful claim to it in that farce of a contest he whipped up out of thin air, and then held the Belt up with no Champion until Summer Madness.
I was appalled, and even now just thinking about it makes my stomach churn.
Flash Rotten... you had one obvious choice, and you failed.
On a protocol standpoint alone, notwithstanding the legal ramifications as well, the rightful WGWF Champion is none other than me... I won the belt, fair and square, and a rematch for MDK to try to regain his Title could have been scheduled for a later date and in literally EVERY other case of a Title change, this is exactly how it would have played out.
Instead, you decided to hold the Title up, deny my claim to the Belt altogether, and penalize my Legacy by cutting my Title Reign short by an entire month!
I mean seriously... who the fuck do you think you are?
So... I, Johnathan Cable, do hereby demand the WGWF recognize my legitimate claim to the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship immediately, and record the beginning of my Reign as World Champion as of my winning the Title from MDK on July 9th, 2018. Under no circumstances is the record to reflect the immediate rematch issued and restarted by MDK as a legitimate claim to the Title, and an apology directly from Flash Rotten himself for his oversight and his lack of better judgment in this matter is to be delivered personally to me. No other course of action will be tolerated, and if this is not satisfactorily met immediately, my lawyers will begin the process of suing the WGWF for no less than the accumulated sum of all money my identity as a talent within the WGWF could garner in advertising, merchandising, and sponsorship revenue compounded daily and the difference between that sum as the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion and just as a Talent on the roster, beginning at the 9th, and extending until after I WIN the Title AGAIN... against all odds... at Summer Madness in jolly ol' England.
If Flash consults with his marketing directors and merchandising board... I think he might choke on his own heart when he realizes what kind of money that pile looks like... so... I would appreciate a swift response in this matter, Flash... Board of Directors... and I mean it.
Now... having explained that little bit, maybe you can all see why I haven't really been all that fussed about keeping up with my end of things for the office... I mean, if they are going to throw the protocol book and the ideas of proper business function out the window and turn this whole thing into a damned three rings circus then I figure I'll just do whatever the hell I want around here too.
You know... but that didn't stop me from celebrating my Title reign with the army of Breeders out there in Europe loving the WGWF European Tour and spending time with some of the WGWF's finest athletes and superstars.
Oh no...
The New Breed has spent the last month hanging out with the fans and making appearances all over Europe from England to Germany and from Ireland to Spain.
While the WGWF General Manager may not know who the real World Heavyweight Champion is, the rest of the World definitely does, and they have been making sure I know they know it!
From a 'Beast's Day Parade' in the Netherlands to a quite Q and A with some four or five thousand fans in Great Britain last week to a short stop in the Vatican to receive a private blessing from the Pope... the whole of Europe has found themselves firmly in the Beast's corner, and supporting the rightful WGWF World Heavyweight Champion.
I am truly grateful and deeply humbled by all of the love you guys have sent out, and for all of the support from everyone out there.
It really goes to show me too, that this Monday Night, at Summer Madness, when I walk down that aisle and go face to face with probably the most challenging contest that has ever been seen for the WGWF World Title... I'm not going in there one man against three other people who want the same prize I do...
Oh no, brothers...
I am going in there as a Legion... an army of Breeders all surging forward with one goal in mind... one task and one indomitable will to win... all of us... one heart... one mind... one goal... to stand tall in the end as the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion.
Against that, Slater, Alyce, MDK... are but three people struggling to survive a war they are ill prepared to fight, let alone walk away alive from.
This time... of all the times I have had to shine, and show my true worth... is the moment it has all been building towards for decades... and finally... finally the day has come for me to forge my Legacy and stand tall as the rightful Champion I am.
Tristan doesn't have it in him to withstand my destiny.
He's a bitter, lonely man snatching at straws to try anything he can to regain the only thing he had left in this Title before I took it away from him... and I said it before... I'll be damned if I'm going to let him claim that Title again if it's the last thing I do.
He doesn't deserve it.
He hasn't shown a sliver of any shred of honor in years, and this Title deserves a better Champion than the mockery of the position that THE Tristan Slater would bring to it once again, and I for one refuse to allow it to happen.
He can talk all the shit he wants to about how I would make a joke of a Champion, and how the Beast couldn't hold up under the pressure of being the BIG Champ... but the truth of the whole matter with Slater is that HE can't stand the idea of any one else being more important than he is... so HE couldn't stand the pressure of admitting I was the better man.
That's why he is so dead set on winning at all costs, and why I could never trust him in that ring. Oh sure... I will use his grudges to buy me time in the ring, and maybe even let him pin both Alyce and MDK... but in the end... when it DOES come down to me and Slater, one on one for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship... there won't be any other man but me standing tall at the end of the toll of that bell.
Hell... Alyce has even less claim to this Belt than Tristan does, and that isn't saying much if I'm honest.
The only reason she's even involved in this match is because Chris Page found better things to do with his time than push himself to compete at the level he knew he had to maintain to stay in the World Title Scene at all... and he wonders why I never worried about his open contract?
Page... just a side note here for you... I beat you already. I never had to cash in on any imaginary piece of paper with my name on it next to yours, because we had that match, and I won. Take your crickets and shove them somewhere, will you?
You're a has-been that has a sliver of a good name left... at least for a little while longer if Grim has anything to say about it, anyway.
Hang it up already, before you fall from your position of lofty ideals and embarrass yourself, OK?
Now... as I was saying... the only reason Alyce is even in this match is because the pot shot queen of back stage attacking got a lucky break with a washed-up old icon who handed her a shot at the biggest night of her life, basically twice...
Well... you're here now, hunny... but what the hell do you think You're going to do when Slater, MDK, and I finally get to rip each other apart for all the bullshit that we've put each other through over the last two years, and you end up caught in the middle, finally answering for your sins, huh?
I'll tell you what you're going to do, OK, sweetheart?
You're going to choke... harder than a RavenShane Tag Title Run tied up with a Paul Frost script... and you're going to find yourself well in over your head, and drowning in a sea of pain and agony. I know for a fact that Tristan hasn't forgotten a single swing from that bat of yours... and I am willing to bet that he has a plan in all of this.
See... I know Slater better than anyone else here.
He is looking at this as an opportunity to stay well away from me early on, and try to score a win over the one he sees as his best chance to regain that Title. He wants to take you and MDK out of the equation because he's betting on his ability to put me away... a bit of blind faith if you ask me, but it's his funeral.
I do plan on leaving you all to him on Monday though... and I do plan on exacting my revenge on MDK in front of his entire crowd of hometown countrymen. I intend fully on taking that WGWF World Heavyweight Championship, and doing it by making your old man tap out in front of HIS crowd of Brits.
The part of Slater's plan that he's missing though, is that you're just the distraction I need to keep him out of my way while I work the real threat out of the equation myself!
That's right MDK... you're the real challenge here, aren't you?
Of course you'll say you are... make up some ludicrous story to go along with the whole thing... and then quip some fart jokes about how inept I am, and how there's no way a potato is going to win the World Championship
The only problem with that MDK... is I already did it... while you couldn't keep me from your precious Title even with the help of Alyce Starchylde and the entirety of Anarchy!
If you brought your whole army before, and that STILL wasn't enough for you to solidify a single legitimate win over me to retain the Title... what makes you think you have what it takes this time to put me away in a match like this one?
You're terrified of what's going to happen on Monday Night MDK... and you can tell the whole world I'm full of shit, but we all know better.
If you don't walk away with the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship around your waist... you're the only one who looks like shit in this entire match, Brother.
The pressure here to pull it out must be amazing... and I am betting you're going to crack under the strain.
Seriously... after everything you have pulled over the last two years, to not only get that Belt, but to have held it as long as you did and then to just flit in and pick it back up like you did a few weeks ago... man that takes some serious balls.
It doesn't take any real talent... but it does take some courage.
Unfortunately though, this Monday Night... you've got no choice but to face me... Tristan Slater... and Alyce Starchylde for the World Title... and at the end of it all... it's going to be ME that takes your dreams and rips them all to shreds leaving you with a pile of tattered hopes and a mad dash scramble to come up with a long list of excuses to try and save face and cover your shortcomings... because there will be plenty to cover up in the aftermath of having your ass handed to you by the potato.
Of that, I am certain.
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Oh... everyone is talking about the pressure... even me.
The pressure to preform.
The pressure to win the big one.
The pressure to compete at the World Title level.
The pressure to bring the Belt from the brink of death after the strangle hold that MDK and Tristan Slater have had on it for the last few years.
See, MDK and Tristan Slater want the world to believe that they are the only ones who can DO something with the reputation of the WGWF and if they don't come out the NEW Champ... well the end of the WGWF as we know it would thus be nigh!
* Seems a little Paul Frosty to me... but you know... you guys do you, OK? *
The truth here, in all honestly, is that IF the reputation of the WGWF is in fact tarnished... it is so because Slater and MDK have been hording the World Title between themselves for the last two years, doing everything in their power and greed to be the man at the top of the mountain, and they are, in fact, to BLAME fully for the failures of the ratings and the ticket sales... if there are even any dips to speak of.
I would venture even further to say that it is in direct effect of men like Andy Johnson, Chris Dorling, and myself that the WGWF sales numbers have grown, and not plummeted as Slater stated would happen if he were to lose on Monday.
The entire thing is a farce, or more probably just the delusions of men so self absorbed and self important that they have lost grips with reality.
The truth... in all it's bitter ugliness... is that the only way to save the WGWF from months of tedious and cringe worthy television... is for me to go out there on Monday Night at Summer Madness, and prove... one more time... becoming a three time WGWF World Heavyweight Champion before Tristan Slater... and beating Alyce, Tristan, and MDK at the same time... that there is no other man who can save the WGWF from men like Slater and MDK but I... Johnathan Cable.
So... the pressure...
Let me tell you how I feel about the pressure.
Let me tell you how I feel about the need to win, and to survive, and to find the glory in this night of nights...
...And in this new Dawn... a star rises to finally take his place among the Gods of Men... the ICONS... the Best of Best...
It's a New Day for me, for you, for us all... and I'm feeling GOOD!