Post by TheNewBreed on Aug 26, 2023 22:50:34 GMT -5
Well... well... well... what a clusterfuck we find ourselves in, huh guys?
On the one hand... CCPE is representing their ass off, right? I mean, out of the six men involved in this match on Monday we've got one former member who has forged a name for himself in this industry on his ring skills and scathing tongue, two current members who have spent the last year laden with gold from sunrise to sunset, and one monster of a man who knows even better than I do how to make fear and mystery your ally inside the heads of your opponents and is ALSO signed with the proverbial devil... and all of them will be joining Adams and I in what could be one of the biggest matches of the year just on sheer name value alone.
On the other hand... it seems like Spencer and I might be in one hell of a pickle here? I mean... there's no love lost here across the aisle of management and contracts. York and I are slated for round one of the Cannabis Cup in just a few weeks on our One Year Anniversary Celebration. Bane and I are set to face off next month in the Us vs Them Supershow to settle up the last loose ends of the shit storm he stirred up when he got his panties in a wad and ran his gobbler just a tad too hard. Vaughn and I had a barn burner last month that blew the roof off, but saw me fall just short of claiming my Title back. Goth is a wildcard in our corner, and while I have more than enough faith in his ability inside those ropes... I don't dare even fathom a guess at his motives or his intentions when the bell dings.
Yeah... I admit it... that night, they were the better men and they had the plan that worked, but every week that Spencer and I have working together, things will get better. We'll find our rhythm and our groove, and when we do, even the infamous Cataclysm will find their humbling at our hands... but looking at the here and now... there are four other men in front of us to contend with before we even think about taking our notch back for pride sake.
Realistically... We aren't the only ones who have to keep their eyes peeled and watch their back. Ain't that right, York? I bet you don't trust Mac or Peter as far as you can throw either one of them, and why the hell should you? You and Mac have never really seen eye to eye, and the rumors that he was a large part of the reason you left the CCPE Organization might have more than just a little bit of TMZ weight to it. Gotta wonder what kind of pay days that sort of a split cost you over the last year or so... right? I know if I were Bane... I'd definitely be watching out for a cheap shot from you... it sort of fits your MO. I mean... I guess his too, so maybe you aren't wrong to wonder when he might snake you. And Vaughn... hell if anyone trusts Peter Vaughn then they either don't know him at all or have little to no grasp on reality themselves. He is the self admitted picture of the word “Opportunist” in the dictionary. He doesn't have a dog in this fight that matters to him, and if there isn't a damned good reason for Vaughn to risk himself, he won't.
Your whole team is just one bruised ego away from devolving this whole thing into a brick swinging contest in honor of Bam Miller right in the middle of the ring.
Hell... at this rate... maybe Spencer, Goth, and I are the more cohesive unit in this match after all. I have no doubt that Spencer and I are in step and in sync, even if we aren't the unit we could be just yet... and I know Goth just wants to show the world why he is the truth in the shadows... at all costs against all those who stand before him.
We dance for the Emperor and his entourage... cymbal crashing monkeys to entertain the masses and gladiators to bleed and die for the screaming fans across the world. Each of us has dreams and aspirations of our own perfect Legacies... and each of us will scratch and claw at walls of wet clay trying to attain them in the face of the power of promotions and money. In vain our efforts are wasted... save for the one grace of our industry... the fans.
The fans... the casuals... the diehards... the lore nerds... and the n00bz.
That's what this sport is about men. It isn't to stroke your egos... or gather Titles like the rings of power. It isn't to strut around and peacock yourself in front of the cameras like morons either.
All the petty bullshit and office politicking doesn't amount to shit if you don't entertain the fans. They could have done anything with the money they spent on tickets to our show.
Literally anything.
While we've been here in New York, every single person that came to our show could have gone to the theater instead. They could have gone to a world class museum or sampled the fair at a Michelin Class restaurant for the first time. They could have taken in any of hundreds of historical landmarks or gone to countless live shows, concerts, or sporting events... but they didn't. They chose us... the WGWF.
They chose to spend that cash on a ticket to see us.
They paid to see you Peter Vaughn... to see you Mac Bane... to see you Justin York...
They paid their hard earned money to see Goth and Spencer and I face off against you men inside that squared circle... and I for one... am going to make damn sure that they get a show to remember!
WGWF Weekend is in full swing surrounding the Amalie Arena in Tampa, Florida. The sun is absolutely beaming, and while a few fluffy gray clouds float across the wide blue sky, there is little reprieve from the sweltering heat outside. Hundreds of fans shuffle around beneath tents and awnings set up along the walkways as far as the eye could see trying to find any shade among the festivities as WGWF Superstars sign autographs and talk to interviewers at small station booths all around the facilities. Meet and Greet booths have been set up and rotate on schedule from one star to another, and the machine that is the marketing department of the WGWF seems to be moving like the well oiled gadget that it's supposed to be.
Families in their favorite Superstar tee shirts and men and women with arm loads of action figures and posters to have signed by their favorites in attendance at the fan experience here wander around moving between the booths and tables, all while vendors carrying massive racks of drinks or popcorn and pretzels float among the fans. Lines form like winding snakes from a row of concessions trucks at the edge of the media area as the happy sounds of people all around rise into the sky.
In an empty field of grass nearby, WGWF staffers clear a few fans from the area, and cordon off the area in haste as they set up stretched cloth barriers between some poles and ensure no one is in the grassy patch before clearing out of the space themselves. Some fans nearby filter over, curious to see what is going on over in this area, and staffers stay nearby to ensure the fans obey the safety ropes.
Moments later, purple motes of static electricity crackle into being a few feet off the grassy patch and zap and crack before a loud POP brings the Axtgriff FTV into existence with a web of purple hard-light and a wave of electric energy. Now, more fans in the area begin to clamor across he grounds and start to form a rather large crowd around the ropes and the New Breed's future truck.
After a few more moments, the egg shaped droid R2-IDEA floats up from his mount in the back wall fo the truck and flies up over the truck scanning the area with his bright green 'eyeball' light as Trenches by Pop Evil plays from the truck below and the driver door opens as John Cable steps out to an uproarious ovation from the fans.
“R2... kick it buddy.” John says as he looks up at the little floating egg overhead.
On cue, R2-IDEA begins to rotate to the left, and then to the right before stabilizing itself in place just right. A small antennae slides out of a hidden hole in the left side of it's head, and it begins to bob with he music as if it were dancing in mid air. Suddenly, timed to the beat of the song, fireworks start popping off high overhead. Massive bursts of color fly out across the sky in greens and blue and reds as the fans all ooh and aww at the show above.
After a few minutes of the impromptu daylight fireworks display, the explosions finally cease and the fans all cheer loudly as John waves at them and motions to the R2 droid floating nearby.
“Welcome to the WGWF Fan Experience Weekend everyone! It's all due to fans like you that we get to do what we do, and we appreciate all the support you guys have given us since the relaunch last year, and there is still a lot more to do to get the WGWF where we are headed in the years to come! We are happy to share this year with you guys, and all of the years to come!” John shouts enthusiastically over the cheers of the fans surrounding him at the rope barrier.
“Don't forget to make your way over the New Breed Foundation Booth for your own fan appreciation gift box and photo op, and make sure to check out the new WGWF VR Experience up by the front doors! Have a great time this weekend, and again... we are all very glad you're here celebrating this road to one full year of glory here in the WGWF with us!” John says as the fans go nuts and the scene fades to black.
On the one hand... CCPE is representing their ass off, right? I mean, out of the six men involved in this match on Monday we've got one former member who has forged a name for himself in this industry on his ring skills and scathing tongue, two current members who have spent the last year laden with gold from sunrise to sunset, and one monster of a man who knows even better than I do how to make fear and mystery your ally inside the heads of your opponents and is ALSO signed with the proverbial devil... and all of them will be joining Adams and I in what could be one of the biggest matches of the year just on sheer name value alone.
On the other hand... it seems like Spencer and I might be in one hell of a pickle here? I mean... there's no love lost here across the aisle of management and contracts. York and I are slated for round one of the Cannabis Cup in just a few weeks on our One Year Anniversary Celebration. Bane and I are set to face off next month in the Us vs Them Supershow to settle up the last loose ends of the shit storm he stirred up when he got his panties in a wad and ran his gobbler just a tad too hard. Vaughn and I had a barn burner last month that blew the roof off, but saw me fall just short of claiming my Title back. Goth is a wildcard in our corner, and while I have more than enough faith in his ability inside those ropes... I don't dare even fathom a guess at his motives or his intentions when the bell dings.
No matter how you look at this... it doesn't look good.
It looks like a four on two from the get go if I'm honest.
You see it too...
I know you do...
but that's just a bit of jumping to conclusions... right?
I mean... yeah... sure,
CCPE could team up and try to take care of
Spencer and I right there...
but for what?
Page and Main just beat us at Summer Madness.
It looks like a four on two from the get go if I'm honest.
You see it too...
I know you do...
but that's just a bit of jumping to conclusions... right?
I mean... yeah... sure,
CCPE could team up and try to take care of
Spencer and I right there...
but for what?
Page and Main just beat us at Summer Madness.
Yeah... I admit it... that night, they were the better men and they had the plan that worked, but every week that Spencer and I have working together, things will get better. We'll find our rhythm and our groove, and when we do, even the infamous Cataclysm will find their humbling at our hands... but looking at the here and now... there are four other men in front of us to contend with before we even think about taking our notch back for pride sake.
Realistically... We aren't the only ones who have to keep their eyes peeled and watch their back. Ain't that right, York? I bet you don't trust Mac or Peter as far as you can throw either one of them, and why the hell should you? You and Mac have never really seen eye to eye, and the rumors that he was a large part of the reason you left the CCPE Organization might have more than just a little bit of TMZ weight to it. Gotta wonder what kind of pay days that sort of a split cost you over the last year or so... right? I know if I were Bane... I'd definitely be watching out for a cheap shot from you... it sort of fits your MO. I mean... I guess his too, so maybe you aren't wrong to wonder when he might snake you. And Vaughn... hell if anyone trusts Peter Vaughn then they either don't know him at all or have little to no grasp on reality themselves. He is the self admitted picture of the word “Opportunist” in the dictionary. He doesn't have a dog in this fight that matters to him, and if there isn't a damned good reason for Vaughn to risk himself, he won't.
Your whole team is just one bruised ego away from devolving this whole thing into a brick swinging contest in honor of Bam Miller right in the middle of the ring.
Hell... at this rate... maybe Spencer, Goth, and I are the more cohesive unit in this match after all. I have no doubt that Spencer and I are in step and in sync, even if we aren't the unit we could be just yet... and I know Goth just wants to show the world why he is the truth in the shadows... at all costs against all those who stand before him.
You know... now that I think about it...
Maybe I'm in the best spot possible this Monday night.
Who would have thought, right?
Yet... here we are...
On the verge of a warzone where Spencer and I are the only factors I know I can count on,
And every single one of us is playing the game where the categories are made up...
And the points don't matter.
Maybe I'm in the best spot possible this Monday night.
Who would have thought, right?
Yet... here we are...
On the verge of a warzone where Spencer and I are the only factors I know I can count on,
And every single one of us is playing the game where the categories are made up...
And the points don't matter.
We dance for the Emperor and his entourage... cymbal crashing monkeys to entertain the masses and gladiators to bleed and die for the screaming fans across the world. Each of us has dreams and aspirations of our own perfect Legacies... and each of us will scratch and claw at walls of wet clay trying to attain them in the face of the power of promotions and money. In vain our efforts are wasted... save for the one grace of our industry... the fans.
The fans... the casuals... the diehards... the lore nerds... and the n00bz.
That's what this sport is about men. It isn't to stroke your egos... or gather Titles like the rings of power. It isn't to strut around and peacock yourself in front of the cameras like morons either.
We have one job... week in and week out.
Fight our asses off to make the cost a fan paid to see the show worth it.
That's it. That's all.
Fight our asses off to make the cost a fan paid to see the show worth it.
That's it. That's all.
All the petty bullshit and office politicking doesn't amount to shit if you don't entertain the fans. They could have done anything with the money they spent on tickets to our show.
Literally anything.
While we've been here in New York, every single person that came to our show could have gone to the theater instead. They could have gone to a world class museum or sampled the fair at a Michelin Class restaurant for the first time. They could have taken in any of hundreds of historical landmarks or gone to countless live shows, concerts, or sporting events... but they didn't. They chose us... the WGWF.
They chose to spend that cash on a ticket to see us.
They paid to see you Peter Vaughn... to see you Mac Bane... to see you Justin York...
They paid their hard earned money to see Goth and Spencer and I face off against you men inside that squared circle... and I for one... am going to make damn sure that they get a show to remember!
* * * * *
WGWF Weekend is in full swing surrounding the Amalie Arena in Tampa, Florida. The sun is absolutely beaming, and while a few fluffy gray clouds float across the wide blue sky, there is little reprieve from the sweltering heat outside. Hundreds of fans shuffle around beneath tents and awnings set up along the walkways as far as the eye could see trying to find any shade among the festivities as WGWF Superstars sign autographs and talk to interviewers at small station booths all around the facilities. Meet and Greet booths have been set up and rotate on schedule from one star to another, and the machine that is the marketing department of the WGWF seems to be moving like the well oiled gadget that it's supposed to be.
Families in their favorite Superstar tee shirts and men and women with arm loads of action figures and posters to have signed by their favorites in attendance at the fan experience here wander around moving between the booths and tables, all while vendors carrying massive racks of drinks or popcorn and pretzels float among the fans. Lines form like winding snakes from a row of concessions trucks at the edge of the media area as the happy sounds of people all around rise into the sky.
In an empty field of grass nearby, WGWF staffers clear a few fans from the area, and cordon off the area in haste as they set up stretched cloth barriers between some poles and ensure no one is in the grassy patch before clearing out of the space themselves. Some fans nearby filter over, curious to see what is going on over in this area, and staffers stay nearby to ensure the fans obey the safety ropes.
Moments later, purple motes of static electricity crackle into being a few feet off the grassy patch and zap and crack before a loud POP brings the Axtgriff FTV into existence with a web of purple hard-light and a wave of electric energy. Now, more fans in the area begin to clamor across he grounds and start to form a rather large crowd around the ropes and the New Breed's future truck.
After a few more moments, the egg shaped droid R2-IDEA floats up from his mount in the back wall fo the truck and flies up over the truck scanning the area with his bright green 'eyeball' light as Trenches by Pop Evil plays from the truck below and the driver door opens as John Cable steps out to an uproarious ovation from the fans.
“R2... kick it buddy.” John says as he looks up at the little floating egg overhead.
On cue, R2-IDEA begins to rotate to the left, and then to the right before stabilizing itself in place just right. A small antennae slides out of a hidden hole in the left side of it's head, and it begins to bob with he music as if it were dancing in mid air. Suddenly, timed to the beat of the song, fireworks start popping off high overhead. Massive bursts of color fly out across the sky in greens and blue and reds as the fans all ooh and aww at the show above.
After a few minutes of the impromptu daylight fireworks display, the explosions finally cease and the fans all cheer loudly as John waves at them and motions to the R2 droid floating nearby.
“Welcome to the WGWF Fan Experience Weekend everyone! It's all due to fans like you that we get to do what we do, and we appreciate all the support you guys have given us since the relaunch last year, and there is still a lot more to do to get the WGWF where we are headed in the years to come! We are happy to share this year with you guys, and all of the years to come!” John shouts enthusiastically over the cheers of the fans surrounding him at the rope barrier.
“Don't forget to make your way over the New Breed Foundation Booth for your own fan appreciation gift box and photo op, and make sure to check out the new WGWF VR Experience up by the front doors! Have a great time this weekend, and again... we are all very glad you're here celebrating this road to one full year of glory here in the WGWF with us!” John says as the fans go nuts and the scene fades to black.