Post by Ezra Gideon on Sept 23, 2023 16:16:37 GMT -5
Pure Chaos
"Chaos in the world brings uneasiness, but it also allows the opportunity for creativity and growth." — Tom Barrett.
Kraken and Jay Omega are just the two newest competitors that have joined the club of having their asses beat thanks to me. I could sugarcoat my journey and what I do to get where I want to be. I’m not going to do that though, why bother? I get paid to beat people up and I love doing that almost more than anything else in my life. The ability to get paid, and paid very well for doing something that you are the best at, is really quite satisfying. The damage I did to Jay Omega on the debut of Melee is just scratching the surface of what I’m capable of. It’s really gratifying that the ring is covered in canvas. Every artist should have their medium of choice readily available. They are very thoughtful in WGWF in that aspect. Spilling the blood of my enemies or co-workers if you will and having it captured on canvas speaks to me.
Jay Omega fought well, not well enough to win but well enough to survive. Before him, there was The Kraken, who thought he’d be taking something from me. He thought, no, no even better he said he would take my spot in the Cannabis Cup. That takes some balls to come out and say things like that. Unlike Austin Ramsey, who lives on borrowed time and keeps a safe distance via the internet. Like Knox’s little friend, you think that you can hide behind a keyboard. Bert McElroy thought the same thing. Up until I kicked his front door in and beat the fuck out of him. Keep that in mind, the next time you come at me on social media.
The semi-retirement of Bam Miller hurt my heart, to be honest. After bleeding together, he and I had become good friends. We still are, I don’t typically throw people away because of things like that. He was severely hurt by Larry Tact, and steps will be taken. Now then, coming up next is a man who thinks of himself as some kind of agent of Chaos. Unless your name is Gabriel Baal, you know nothing of Chaos.
Fade.
Ever made a deal with the devil? Ever invoked his name? Throughout my career, I have done it many times. People think that’s what I did with Chris Page, but they couldn’t be more wrong if they tried. Page is a good man who occasionally shows shady tendencies. I was hunting a much larger game, the real devil in this business can only be attributed to one man. For years, I’ve hated the man, the things he’d done to people I consider family were atrocious. Granted he had atoned for some of them, but you cannot change the past. We’ve all moved forward from that point in time, to the point that Lucy is considered a close family friend to him and his wife. As time has gone by, he has come back into the “mainstream” of the wrestling business. I had seen his tendrils reaching out, looking for a foothold of sorts. I had not told my wife about this meeting, but I doubted she would be upset about it. She has an alliance of sorts with him and to be honest, he has grown on me over time.
The sick truth of the matter is, that I was beginning to understand and admire his methods. He was a highly intelligent man with accolades every bit as long as my own. Was he an adversary? Possibly. An ally? Potentially. A font of information and experience? Absolutely. When you are trying to learn something, to change something specific about yourself, you learn from the best. That’s what this meeting was about. I greeted the well-dressed man as he approached.
Mac: Hello Gabriel, thank you for agreeing to meet with me.
Gabriel Baal was a Rolling Stones song lyric, a man of wealth and taste. He was every bit the picture of the devil that every songwriter and storyteller tried to paint for their audience. He studied me before replying.
Gabriel: Color me intrigued, to say the least, Mr. Bane. The last time we spoke, it was not exactly a friendly conversation.
That was true, he had tried to trigger me the last time we spoke. He was on one side of a metal fence and I was on the other. He was quite the tactician, this one was.
Mac: That’s a fair assessment.
I smiled as I said it, he was not a man who feared anyone but his body language spoke to a man who was being wary, if not cautious. Who could blame him, he had much more at stake these days. Plus I wasn’t exactly known for being a laid back country boy. I was known to punch first and ask questions later.
Mac: Please, Mr. Baal, please sit. My intentions are not one of harm or trying to trigger you into doing anything at all. Just a friendly conversation in hopes that something greater might be achieved.
I knew what I had said would surprise him, so his eyebrows arching was no surprise to me. Shocking someone like Gabriel was certainly not my intention here today either. Without much ado, he sat in the leather, straight-backed chair provided. He sat down, crossed his legs, and took the tea that had been provided by the waitress. Cream and sugar were already on the table and he sniffed at the tea. I was certain that he was expecting something substandard by English standards. He smiled when the aroma took hold of his senses. I smiled in return, hoping that the tea would help to soften a potentially tense situation.
Mac: Gabriel, I won’t waste your time. I know you are very busy and meeting with me takes time away from your family. I’ll preface this by saying that despite my need to hate you, and it’s mostly for things in the past, I can’t. You’ve not given me a single reason to even dislike you, since I’ve known you. Over time, I’ve grown to respect what you do and the way that you do them. You could even say that I admire it.
There was a long pause as he sipped his tea, never taking his eyes off of me. I could see the gears turning behind his eyes. The potential of an alliance between the two of us was amazing, getting past the egos is where the hurdles may lay.
Gabriel: Straight to the heart of the matter, you always have been a bit of blunt force trauma. That’s not a knock on you, just an observation, it certainly has its place in business, especially the wrestling business. Flattery doesn’t really seem to be your style unless I’ve missed my guess, this was honesty.
I chuckled a little under my breath as he continued to drink his tea. I nodded sagely at his observations of me and the way I do things. As good a poker player as I am, I was still a terrible liar.
Mac: The first thing you’ll realize about me is that I’m a terrible liar, you can verify with Amber if you’d like. Yes, I felt like for us to start with a clean slate, so to speak, that honesty would be best.
He seemed to absorb my answer and take it at face value. There was an unasked question there on his face. So, I prompted him to ask it.
Mac: Go ahead.
Gabriel: It would appear I’ve found the reason for my failings at the Poker table. Alright then, my most pressing question is as to what you hope to gain from an alliance. And conversely, what is it that I would gain that gives you pause to believe such an alliance would be favorable? There are many questions unanswered.
I was a bit taken aback by the questions, he always struck me as a man who was an observer instead of a question-asker. Maybe he was interested and thought the questions would put me at ease, time would tell.
Mac: What I hope to gain is simply knowledge. You have a certain way of doing things that I admire, as I told you earlier. I’m not looking to mimic anything you do, but to learn from one of the best this game has ever known. That my man is not flattery, simply a fact. Your track record is very nearly unparalleled in this business. I know you’ve been trying to figure out where to go next and I have an idea that will benefit you and me both.
Keeping Gabriel’s attention can be a challenge at times, he gets bored with lame conversation and stupid ideas as much as I do.
Gabriel: Depending on who you talk to, I think the world you're looking for is infamous. I am intrigued to hear your ideas and yes I’ve been looking for a new wrestling home.
That word struck a chord with me, I remembered Amber saying the exact same thing to me. In that way, we are much alike. You say our names to people and infamous is the common phrase you’ll hear.
Gabriel: We are so different in terms of personality, I don’t see a connection that would cause us to work well together.
I laughed at the statement and looked into his eyes. I thought of what Amber had said to me and the best way to relay that to him.
Mac: I had the same concern but then I remembered one important commonality that we have, despite our very different backgrounds.
His interest was piqued by what exactly I was talking about. I made sure to put my best smile out there as I said it.
Mac: Family, more importantly, the love of dangerous women.
He had to set his cup down at that comment and began laughing. Not a fake Gabriel laugh but a genuine one. After he was able to regain his composure, our conversation continued throughout the day. I think we both wanted to make sure that we had a solid measure of each other and the things to come.
Fade.
The Rabbit Las Vegas Parking Garage
I sat on my Harley, not far from the new Lambo that Jmont had bought, and chuckled. To quote my favorite video game villain of all time, Raphael.
Mac: The mouse smiled brightly: it had outfoxed the cat. Then the claws came down, and that, love was that.
Joe had brazenly parked his new Lambo out in the open, for everyone to see and be envious of. I wouldn’t do anything to it just now, well, other than leave him a little note. I pulled into the motorcycle parking near his car. I retrieved a box of cigars from the saddlebags on the left-hand side and a note I had prepared.
I sat the box of cigars on the hood and taped the note to the driver's side window, and smiled. The cigars alone wouldn’t be enough to trigger the memory but the note combined with that would give him his answer as to who had done that. Very soon, it would all be front and center as to who his tormentor was.
Mac: Poor Jo Jo, his belief that he is the smartest man in the room is sad. Him not knowing he’s not even the smartest man in his own family, now that’s pathetic. Very soon, Joseph, I’m going to keep my promise to you. I’m going to take everything you hold dear and make you feel as though you never had anything at all.
I sighed as I turned and got back on my motorcycle, I would love to see the look on his face when he realized that someone had been messing with his car. I had already gotten the match I wanted, provided he was still the champion at that time. I took one last look at his car.
Mac: Good luck Joe, you’re gonna fucking need it. Peter, and then Goth in consecutive matches is not for the weak of heart or spirit.
Fade.
As the camera shot comes to life, I find myself standing in front of a WGWF Banner at the Velvet Rabbit. Dressed in all black, from the cowboy hat I wore to the wrestling trunks to the boots. I look intently at the camera, my intensity is etched into my face. My anger almost leaps off the screen and takes on a life of its own.
The Alliance of Ultra-Violence is dead. My tag team partner, Bam Miller, is taking time off to recover from injuries suffered in a match against Larry Tact. Shit happens, he got hurt in a match he should never have signed up for. It happens in this business, all too frequently. People get it in their heads that they are indestructible, but the human body will only withstand so much. With that out of the way, we move forward. I spoke with the reps for Justin York and I’ll have a special presentation for you all the night of the show. We’ll bring the cameras in there so everyone can see him live and in color. Since no one else seems to give a shit about him, I thought I’d spend some time with him and get his thoughts and comments on what his “friends” did to him. We’ll call it a foray into journalism by yours truly.
I smirk at the thought of me, of all people working in the media, shaking my head in disgust, and with a sigh I continue.
My opponent for that show is what I’m here to talk about though. Chris Chaos is a man who’s well known in this industry, he has accolades all over the industry. A lot of respect should be sounding off with that name, don’t you think?
I pause for dramatic effect, just to allow that to sink in with the fans.
It doesn’t though, the reasons why should be obvious, but instead the fans are oblivious. Not as oblivious as he is but pretty close. I mean, he didn’t bother trying to address the questions posed to him by John Cable, who pretty thoroughly whipped his ass, and still hasn’t to this point. Pretending like it wasn’t said or that you didn’t lose is pretty lame in most people's opinions.
Again I pause but this time I point at the camera.
No selling piece of shit.
I lowered my arm once again, the point had been made. I knew this guy was garbage, hell he knew it as well but never acknowledged it.
I mean, you replied to his statements but the explanation you gave fell a little short and more than a little flat. Yet, you still don’t understand why you failed, or what caused your failure. The answer is easier than you might think.
I tip the brim of my cowboy hat back so my eyes are more visible. My next words come out almost as a growl.
Look in the mirror.
As I continue, my tone doesn’t change, the friendly smile that usually comes with my promos is gone.
That’s your answer, just another tired old rip-off of Heath Ledger's Joker. A gimmick that lost traction some years ago my man. A personality that no one believes, do you even believe yourself when you talk? Of course, you do. You should probably get tested. It’s one of the traits of a sociopath. When people continue to tell themselves the same lie over and over again, it becomes their truth. It’s always been easy to see when you were lying. All anyone has to do is look up, they see your lips moving, and they know it’s a lie. You’ll continue to believe your own lies up until a point. There will be a point when it all fades into reality.
I pause there and say the next words in a very even tone, with no emotion, the words of a man who’s dead inside.
When someone comes along and shatters that false truth.
I pause again as the fire behind my eyes becomes hotter. My tone grows more icey as I continue.
Someone like me who doesn’t believe in “your” truth. Just like I don’t believe in you. I’m sure the management team does, considering they trust you enough to put you in a match with me. A match that happens right before the co-main events take place. Other than the mains in this case, there is no more prized positioning on the card. Matches like this are meant to be a showcase for all involved. It could mean many different things, or nothing at all depending on the promoter.
I pause in order to leave that last sentence hanging for a moment, I then shrug as if it doesn’t matter.
It could mean that the winner of this match gets a main event push. Then again, it could just be there as a pat on the ass because you tried.
I spread my arms out wide as I begin my next statement.
Welcome to the promenade.
I bring my arms back down and cross them on my chest.
For me anyway.
I smile at the camera, but it’s a feral smile like that of a wolf.
Let’s assume that this is your chance to prove you belong in the spotlight. All you have to do is beat me. Seems so simple, doesn’t it? It’s not, but I want you to believe in yourself because when the match is over, I don’t want to hear any whining about how you got screwed over. I don’t screw people over, I beat their ass. Period, end of story.
I lower my arms back down by my side.
Someone like you though? Losses are never a thought in your mind, even though they should be. Do you even have a contingency should you lose consecutive Super Show matches? I’d say no, just based on your ego. In a nutshell that’s your biggest flaw. You allow your track record to dictate how you respond to everyday life. You firmly believe that because of the world titles you’ve won it makes you better than everyone else. So, how’d that work out against Cable? He made a point to knock you for several things, ego or things related to ego were chief among them. Yet you don’t seem to have learned anything at all from that.
I shake my head as I put my hands on my hips. People like him really disgust me, and I make sure that my tone matches what I’m thinking.
Yet, you still think you deserve to be in the spotlight when you’ve accomplished nothing at all. Let me say it louder for the people in the back. You haven’t done shit and don’t deserve to be in this position. Something else you may not be aware of is that all roads to the world title will now go through me. I’ve sat by for way too long while others made their climbs up that mountain.
The glare returns as I think of people like JMont and that pisses me off even more.
This will start with you, but it won’t end with you. Oh no, this is just the beginning. Guys like Spencer Adams, Kraken, and Jey Omega were just warm-ups. Now, we start getting to the marrow of the bone. I will determine the future of the main event in this company. You are simply a roadblock, just like the previously mentioned opponents. You’re just in the way of my evolution as a competitor. A temporary problem that will be removed through physical violence and the almighty educator known as pain.
I tilt my head forward and remove my hat, followed by the jacket. To reveal all the scars of my torso I slick my hair straight back revealing the bandage that still rests there after my fight with Omega.
Pain is the greatest teacher and motivator you will ever know. It can move mountains provided the practitioner knows the leverage points. By the time we are done, you will be motivated to change your ways. You’ll be encouraged to be anything but what you’ve been all these years. You’ll become more real than you ever thought possible. Then, and only then will people start to believe you. I tend to leave these cute little comments at the end of promos, but that time has passed. I no longer try to placate the ham and eggers or appease the fan base. Instead, I’ll leave you with the truth. I’m going to decimate you, there will be no mercy or any asked for. Should you win this match it will be because of divine intervention. As good as you are, you’re not me and never will be. I’ve been here since day one, and I’ll be damned if I let some slack-jawed piece of crap from XWF come in here and make a name for himself at my expense. Your education begins now.
Welcome to your own personal hell.
Fade.
"Chaos in the world brings uneasiness, but it also allows the opportunity for creativity and growth." — Tom Barrett.
The Foreword
Kraken and Jay Omega are just the two newest competitors that have joined the club of having their asses beat thanks to me. I could sugarcoat my journey and what I do to get where I want to be. I’m not going to do that though, why bother? I get paid to beat people up and I love doing that almost more than anything else in my life. The ability to get paid, and paid very well for doing something that you are the best at, is really quite satisfying. The damage I did to Jay Omega on the debut of Melee is just scratching the surface of what I’m capable of. It’s really gratifying that the ring is covered in canvas. Every artist should have their medium of choice readily available. They are very thoughtful in WGWF in that aspect. Spilling the blood of my enemies or co-workers if you will and having it captured on canvas speaks to me.
Jay Omega fought well, not well enough to win but well enough to survive. Before him, there was The Kraken, who thought he’d be taking something from me. He thought, no, no even better he said he would take my spot in the Cannabis Cup. That takes some balls to come out and say things like that. Unlike Austin Ramsey, who lives on borrowed time and keeps a safe distance via the internet. Like Knox’s little friend, you think that you can hide behind a keyboard. Bert McElroy thought the same thing. Up until I kicked his front door in and beat the fuck out of him. Keep that in mind, the next time you come at me on social media.
The semi-retirement of Bam Miller hurt my heart, to be honest. After bleeding together, he and I had become good friends. We still are, I don’t typically throw people away because of things like that. He was severely hurt by Larry Tact, and steps will be taken. Now then, coming up next is a man who thinks of himself as some kind of agent of Chaos. Unless your name is Gabriel Baal, you know nothing of Chaos.
Fade.
The Conversation
Ever made a deal with the devil? Ever invoked his name? Throughout my career, I have done it many times. People think that’s what I did with Chris Page, but they couldn’t be more wrong if they tried. Page is a good man who occasionally shows shady tendencies. I was hunting a much larger game, the real devil in this business can only be attributed to one man. For years, I’ve hated the man, the things he’d done to people I consider family were atrocious. Granted he had atoned for some of them, but you cannot change the past. We’ve all moved forward from that point in time, to the point that Lucy is considered a close family friend to him and his wife. As time has gone by, he has come back into the “mainstream” of the wrestling business. I had seen his tendrils reaching out, looking for a foothold of sorts. I had not told my wife about this meeting, but I doubted she would be upset about it. She has an alliance of sorts with him and to be honest, he has grown on me over time.
The sick truth of the matter is, that I was beginning to understand and admire his methods. He was a highly intelligent man with accolades every bit as long as my own. Was he an adversary? Possibly. An ally? Potentially. A font of information and experience? Absolutely. When you are trying to learn something, to change something specific about yourself, you learn from the best. That’s what this meeting was about. I greeted the well-dressed man as he approached.
Mac: Hello Gabriel, thank you for agreeing to meet with me.
Gabriel Baal was a Rolling Stones song lyric, a man of wealth and taste. He was every bit the picture of the devil that every songwriter and storyteller tried to paint for their audience. He studied me before replying.
Gabriel: Color me intrigued, to say the least, Mr. Bane. The last time we spoke, it was not exactly a friendly conversation.
That was true, he had tried to trigger me the last time we spoke. He was on one side of a metal fence and I was on the other. He was quite the tactician, this one was.
Mac: That’s a fair assessment.
I smiled as I said it, he was not a man who feared anyone but his body language spoke to a man who was being wary, if not cautious. Who could blame him, he had much more at stake these days. Plus I wasn’t exactly known for being a laid back country boy. I was known to punch first and ask questions later.
Mac: Please, Mr. Baal, please sit. My intentions are not one of harm or trying to trigger you into doing anything at all. Just a friendly conversation in hopes that something greater might be achieved.
I knew what I had said would surprise him, so his eyebrows arching was no surprise to me. Shocking someone like Gabriel was certainly not my intention here today either. Without much ado, he sat in the leather, straight-backed chair provided. He sat down, crossed his legs, and took the tea that had been provided by the waitress. Cream and sugar were already on the table and he sniffed at the tea. I was certain that he was expecting something substandard by English standards. He smiled when the aroma took hold of his senses. I smiled in return, hoping that the tea would help to soften a potentially tense situation.
Mac: Gabriel, I won’t waste your time. I know you are very busy and meeting with me takes time away from your family. I’ll preface this by saying that despite my need to hate you, and it’s mostly for things in the past, I can’t. You’ve not given me a single reason to even dislike you, since I’ve known you. Over time, I’ve grown to respect what you do and the way that you do them. You could even say that I admire it.
There was a long pause as he sipped his tea, never taking his eyes off of me. I could see the gears turning behind his eyes. The potential of an alliance between the two of us was amazing, getting past the egos is where the hurdles may lay.
Gabriel: Straight to the heart of the matter, you always have been a bit of blunt force trauma. That’s not a knock on you, just an observation, it certainly has its place in business, especially the wrestling business. Flattery doesn’t really seem to be your style unless I’ve missed my guess, this was honesty.
I chuckled a little under my breath as he continued to drink his tea. I nodded sagely at his observations of me and the way I do things. As good a poker player as I am, I was still a terrible liar.
Mac: The first thing you’ll realize about me is that I’m a terrible liar, you can verify with Amber if you’d like. Yes, I felt like for us to start with a clean slate, so to speak, that honesty would be best.
He seemed to absorb my answer and take it at face value. There was an unasked question there on his face. So, I prompted him to ask it.
Mac: Go ahead.
Gabriel: It would appear I’ve found the reason for my failings at the Poker table. Alright then, my most pressing question is as to what you hope to gain from an alliance. And conversely, what is it that I would gain that gives you pause to believe such an alliance would be favorable? There are many questions unanswered.
I was a bit taken aback by the questions, he always struck me as a man who was an observer instead of a question-asker. Maybe he was interested and thought the questions would put me at ease, time would tell.
Mac: What I hope to gain is simply knowledge. You have a certain way of doing things that I admire, as I told you earlier. I’m not looking to mimic anything you do, but to learn from one of the best this game has ever known. That my man is not flattery, simply a fact. Your track record is very nearly unparalleled in this business. I know you’ve been trying to figure out where to go next and I have an idea that will benefit you and me both.
Keeping Gabriel’s attention can be a challenge at times, he gets bored with lame conversation and stupid ideas as much as I do.
Gabriel: Depending on who you talk to, I think the world you're looking for is infamous. I am intrigued to hear your ideas and yes I’ve been looking for a new wrestling home.
That word struck a chord with me, I remembered Amber saying the exact same thing to me. In that way, we are much alike. You say our names to people and infamous is the common phrase you’ll hear.
Gabriel: We are so different in terms of personality, I don’t see a connection that would cause us to work well together.
I laughed at the statement and looked into his eyes. I thought of what Amber had said to me and the best way to relay that to him.
Mac: I had the same concern but then I remembered one important commonality that we have, despite our very different backgrounds.
His interest was piqued by what exactly I was talking about. I made sure to put my best smile out there as I said it.
Mac: Family, more importantly, the love of dangerous women.
He had to set his cup down at that comment and began laughing. Not a fake Gabriel laugh but a genuine one. After he was able to regain his composure, our conversation continued throughout the day. I think we both wanted to make sure that we had a solid measure of each other and the things to come.
Fade.
The Devil You Know.
The Rabbit Las Vegas Parking Garage
I sat on my Harley, not far from the new Lambo that Jmont had bought, and chuckled. To quote my favorite video game villain of all time, Raphael.
Mac: The mouse smiled brightly: it had outfoxed the cat. Then the claws came down, and that, love was that.
Joe had brazenly parked his new Lambo out in the open, for everyone to see and be envious of. I wouldn’t do anything to it just now, well, other than leave him a little note. I pulled into the motorcycle parking near his car. I retrieved a box of cigars from the saddlebags on the left-hand side and a note I had prepared.
I sat the box of cigars on the hood and taped the note to the driver's side window, and smiled. The cigars alone wouldn’t be enough to trigger the memory but the note combined with that would give him his answer as to who had done that. Very soon, it would all be front and center as to who his tormentor was.
Mac: Poor Jo Jo, his belief that he is the smartest man in the room is sad. Him not knowing he’s not even the smartest man in his own family, now that’s pathetic. Very soon, Joseph, I’m going to keep my promise to you. I’m going to take everything you hold dear and make you feel as though you never had anything at all.
I sighed as I turned and got back on my motorcycle, I would love to see the look on his face when he realized that someone had been messing with his car. I had already gotten the match I wanted, provided he was still the champion at that time. I took one last look at his car.
Mac: Good luck Joe, you’re gonna fucking need it. Peter, and then Goth in consecutive matches is not for the weak of heart or spirit.
Fade.
All Roads Lead Through Me.
As the camera shot comes to life, I find myself standing in front of a WGWF Banner at the Velvet Rabbit. Dressed in all black, from the cowboy hat I wore to the wrestling trunks to the boots. I look intently at the camera, my intensity is etched into my face. My anger almost leaps off the screen and takes on a life of its own.
The Alliance of Ultra-Violence is dead. My tag team partner, Bam Miller, is taking time off to recover from injuries suffered in a match against Larry Tact. Shit happens, he got hurt in a match he should never have signed up for. It happens in this business, all too frequently. People get it in their heads that they are indestructible, but the human body will only withstand so much. With that out of the way, we move forward. I spoke with the reps for Justin York and I’ll have a special presentation for you all the night of the show. We’ll bring the cameras in there so everyone can see him live and in color. Since no one else seems to give a shit about him, I thought I’d spend some time with him and get his thoughts and comments on what his “friends” did to him. We’ll call it a foray into journalism by yours truly.
I smirk at the thought of me, of all people working in the media, shaking my head in disgust, and with a sigh I continue.
My opponent for that show is what I’m here to talk about though. Chris Chaos is a man who’s well known in this industry, he has accolades all over the industry. A lot of respect should be sounding off with that name, don’t you think?
I pause for dramatic effect, just to allow that to sink in with the fans.
It doesn’t though, the reasons why should be obvious, but instead the fans are oblivious. Not as oblivious as he is but pretty close. I mean, he didn’t bother trying to address the questions posed to him by John Cable, who pretty thoroughly whipped his ass, and still hasn’t to this point. Pretending like it wasn’t said or that you didn’t lose is pretty lame in most people's opinions.
Again I pause but this time I point at the camera.
No selling piece of shit.
I lowered my arm once again, the point had been made. I knew this guy was garbage, hell he knew it as well but never acknowledged it.
I mean, you replied to his statements but the explanation you gave fell a little short and more than a little flat. Yet, you still don’t understand why you failed, or what caused your failure. The answer is easier than you might think.
I tip the brim of my cowboy hat back so my eyes are more visible. My next words come out almost as a growl.
Look in the mirror.
As I continue, my tone doesn’t change, the friendly smile that usually comes with my promos is gone.
That’s your answer, just another tired old rip-off of Heath Ledger's Joker. A gimmick that lost traction some years ago my man. A personality that no one believes, do you even believe yourself when you talk? Of course, you do. You should probably get tested. It’s one of the traits of a sociopath. When people continue to tell themselves the same lie over and over again, it becomes their truth. It’s always been easy to see when you were lying. All anyone has to do is look up, they see your lips moving, and they know it’s a lie. You’ll continue to believe your own lies up until a point. There will be a point when it all fades into reality.
I pause there and say the next words in a very even tone, with no emotion, the words of a man who’s dead inside.
When someone comes along and shatters that false truth.
I pause again as the fire behind my eyes becomes hotter. My tone grows more icey as I continue.
Someone like me who doesn’t believe in “your” truth. Just like I don’t believe in you. I’m sure the management team does, considering they trust you enough to put you in a match with me. A match that happens right before the co-main events take place. Other than the mains in this case, there is no more prized positioning on the card. Matches like this are meant to be a showcase for all involved. It could mean many different things, or nothing at all depending on the promoter.
I pause in order to leave that last sentence hanging for a moment, I then shrug as if it doesn’t matter.
It could mean that the winner of this match gets a main event push. Then again, it could just be there as a pat on the ass because you tried.
I spread my arms out wide as I begin my next statement.
Welcome to the promenade.
I bring my arms back down and cross them on my chest.
For me anyway.
I smile at the camera, but it’s a feral smile like that of a wolf.
Let’s assume that this is your chance to prove you belong in the spotlight. All you have to do is beat me. Seems so simple, doesn’t it? It’s not, but I want you to believe in yourself because when the match is over, I don’t want to hear any whining about how you got screwed over. I don’t screw people over, I beat their ass. Period, end of story.
I lower my arms back down by my side.
Someone like you though? Losses are never a thought in your mind, even though they should be. Do you even have a contingency should you lose consecutive Super Show matches? I’d say no, just based on your ego. In a nutshell that’s your biggest flaw. You allow your track record to dictate how you respond to everyday life. You firmly believe that because of the world titles you’ve won it makes you better than everyone else. So, how’d that work out against Cable? He made a point to knock you for several things, ego or things related to ego were chief among them. Yet you don’t seem to have learned anything at all from that.
I shake my head as I put my hands on my hips. People like him really disgust me, and I make sure that my tone matches what I’m thinking.
Yet, you still think you deserve to be in the spotlight when you’ve accomplished nothing at all. Let me say it louder for the people in the back. You haven’t done shit and don’t deserve to be in this position. Something else you may not be aware of is that all roads to the world title will now go through me. I’ve sat by for way too long while others made their climbs up that mountain.
The glare returns as I think of people like JMont and that pisses me off even more.
This will start with you, but it won’t end with you. Oh no, this is just the beginning. Guys like Spencer Adams, Kraken, and Jey Omega were just warm-ups. Now, we start getting to the marrow of the bone. I will determine the future of the main event in this company. You are simply a roadblock, just like the previously mentioned opponents. You’re just in the way of my evolution as a competitor. A temporary problem that will be removed through physical violence and the almighty educator known as pain.
I tilt my head forward and remove my hat, followed by the jacket. To reveal all the scars of my torso I slick my hair straight back revealing the bandage that still rests there after my fight with Omega.
Pain is the greatest teacher and motivator you will ever know. It can move mountains provided the practitioner knows the leverage points. By the time we are done, you will be motivated to change your ways. You’ll be encouraged to be anything but what you’ve been all these years. You’ll become more real than you ever thought possible. Then, and only then will people start to believe you. I tend to leave these cute little comments at the end of promos, but that time has passed. I no longer try to placate the ham and eggers or appease the fan base. Instead, I’ll leave you with the truth. I’m going to decimate you, there will be no mercy or any asked for. Should you win this match it will be because of divine intervention. As good as you are, you’re not me and never will be. I’ve been here since day one, and I’ll be damned if I let some slack-jawed piece of crap from XWF come in here and make a name for himself at my expense. Your education begins now.
Welcome to your own personal hell.
Fade.