Post by Mark Storm on Jan 25, 2018 15:36:19 GMT -8
Euphoric.
He couldn't help but feel it. It didn't matter who stepped up to the target, it was always going to be the same result. Your Hero and Mine would retain and solidify his claim of being the best wrestler in the promotion. He felt like a God and there was nothing anyone could do about it. They could try with all their might and power but it wouldn't suffice to anything, all their efforts would be discredited and he found comfort in that fact. Comfortable as he may be, he was also on high alarm as the target grew bigger as the roster did, and now there were a number of new challenges coming from all directions. But this next challenge wasn't someone he was particularly worried about. He had no reason to be.
"It's getting lonely up here." he said, clearing his throat afterwards.
You couldn't tell where he was but you could tell he was alone. His voice echoed as he spoke, a soft somber tone that resonated with the dark scene where you could only see his silhouette. He emerged from the darkness with his American Justice championship belt draped on his shoulder, a sickening smile taking over his face. He ran his fingers through his hair and began to pace the small section of space he had, nodding his head before pausing and looking at the camera with the eyes of a killer. The eyes of God himself.
"But you wouldn't know about that would you, Brittney? You wouldn't know about that because ever since Out For Justice you've been at the bottom. You've been involved with the same old opponents with this grudge over them, refusing to move on because you felt the need for validation. You felt the need to revisit the past and try to correct it which you eventually did, but little too late. You see Brittney, you've already created a reputation that for some reason you haven't acknowledged yet. Maybe it's your ego, maybe it's that fickle mind of yours, but lemme tell you now what everybody has been thinking ever since that first event, Out For Justice one."
"That's one thing you're good at. You're also good at talking on social media and faking your importance, like anyone cares what you have to say. No one cares what you have to say because you continuously fail to back it up in the ring. It's failure after failure after failure and after a while it just get's a little boring. From my perspective, at the top - I'm looking down at you say how you're going to take my title, and say how you're better than me - yet you've done nothing to convince me. Hell, you've done nothing to get yourself an opportunity to face me but somehow, through your bitching and complaining you've managed to get that. You've managed to get yourself a match that you're going to lose."
"You are going to lose and there is no avoiding that fact. There is no escaping it. You're telling me you deserve this match. Why? Because you beat Chris Compact after the third time of asking? Oh, that makes you so great doesn't it - your first win and all of a sudden, that warrants you a championship opportunity against me."
"No! You didn't earn this, you demanded this and whilst I admire that grit and determination of yours, you're in no position to make any demands. You're in a position where you should consider yourself lucky to still have a job. You're in a position that I know a lot of people would scratch, claw, and work their asses off to be in. You haven't worked at all. The only thing you've been doing is losing, and bitching, and tweeting."
Chuckling, he came to a pause, throwing his hands up in the air in disbelief. He took a few seconds to readjusts his thoughts and allow the viewer enough time to digest everything that had been said thus far. Licking his dry lips, he looked back up at the camera and continued.
"Remember Deacon Crane?" he asked rhetorically. "Of course you don't. You don't remember Crane because after I whooped his ass on the very first night, he decided he didn't want to be important. He decided he didn't want to live up to his potential. He decided to be a bitch and ever since then, he's become a memory that no one remembers - a ghost in our story. Anders, you associate yourself with losers so there's no real surprise that you haven't been able to live up to the hype that you created for yourself. Deacon Crane could've had it all, he could've been a worthy challenger in the future that I would've beat, but he threw it all away because that's the type of person he is."
"And Brittney, your one loss away from following that same fate, I'll tell you now. Because I've seen your type and they don't last long. Let me tell you what happens. You make a big fuss, claiming to be the best of the best and that no one can stop you. You get the opportunity to prove that statement - fail, you then get another opportunity to rectify that, fail and it goes on and on and on until one day, enough is enough. You can't handle it because you're not tough enough and you decide, maybe this isn't what's best for me. Maybe, I should go back to modelling for shitty catalogs that perverts by to jack themselves off to."
"You're in the same cesspool of mediocrity as everyone else and don't think otherwise. You know, I had hope for you. I actually had hope for you but then you have the audacity to question why I do what I do. You have the audacity to question MY commitment to this promotion. You all of a sudden have the balls to say that I'm not here for the long run and bring up my past about how I've cut from places and so on. Where are you getting all this courage, all of this confidence because it baffles me."
Pointing at the camera, fury in his eyes and a smile cemented on his face.
"You always have, and always will. And that isn't going to change because you say so. Everything you say, doesn't even come to fruition because you don't have the capability of backing up the words that come out of your mouth. Me? I'm able to back them up every single fuckin' time without fail and that's why I'm undefeated, Britney. That's why nobody can touch me. That's why I am the best wrestler in this promotion and that's why I am the American Justice champion."
"You believe in this idea that you mean something, that you're important, and that everybody cares about what you have to say. You don't mean anything, when people think of you the first thing they think of is failure. You're not important, you may be one of the original cast members who still stuck around, but that's all about to change. And nobody cares about what you have to say, and we never have. You brought this on yourself with your constant bickering and complaining and whining like a little child. Now, I won't only beat you but I will put you down and out, for good. I will end any hopes and dreams you have on getting anywhere here in the GWD and there is nothing, you can do about it."
Lifting his title high above his head, he smiled before saying his last words:
"From Your Hero, and Mine."
And with those last words, the scene faded to black.
He couldn't help but feel it. It didn't matter who stepped up to the target, it was always going to be the same result. Your Hero and Mine would retain and solidify his claim of being the best wrestler in the promotion. He felt like a God and there was nothing anyone could do about it. They could try with all their might and power but it wouldn't suffice to anything, all their efforts would be discredited and he found comfort in that fact. Comfortable as he may be, he was also on high alarm as the target grew bigger as the roster did, and now there were a number of new challenges coming from all directions. But this next challenge wasn't someone he was particularly worried about. He had no reason to be.
"It's getting lonely up here." he said, clearing his throat afterwards.
You couldn't tell where he was but you could tell he was alone. His voice echoed as he spoke, a soft somber tone that resonated with the dark scene where you could only see his silhouette. He emerged from the darkness with his American Justice championship belt draped on his shoulder, a sickening smile taking over his face. He ran his fingers through his hair and began to pace the small section of space he had, nodding his head before pausing and looking at the camera with the eyes of a killer. The eyes of God himself.
"But you wouldn't know about that would you, Brittney? You wouldn't know about that because ever since Out For Justice you've been at the bottom. You've been involved with the same old opponents with this grudge over them, refusing to move on because you felt the need for validation. You felt the need to revisit the past and try to correct it which you eventually did, but little too late. You see Brittney, you've already created a reputation that for some reason you haven't acknowledged yet. Maybe it's your ego, maybe it's that fickle mind of yours, but lemme tell you now what everybody has been thinking ever since that first event, Out For Justice one."
"You're a loser."
"That's one thing you're good at. You're also good at talking on social media and faking your importance, like anyone cares what you have to say. No one cares what you have to say because you continuously fail to back it up in the ring. It's failure after failure after failure and after a while it just get's a little boring. From my perspective, at the top - I'm looking down at you say how you're going to take my title, and say how you're better than me - yet you've done nothing to convince me. Hell, you've done nothing to get yourself an opportunity to face me but somehow, through your bitching and complaining you've managed to get that. You've managed to get yourself a match that you're going to lose."
"You are going to lose and there is no avoiding that fact. There is no escaping it. You're telling me you deserve this match. Why? Because you beat Chris Compact after the third time of asking? Oh, that makes you so great doesn't it - your first win and all of a sudden, that warrants you a championship opportunity against me."
"No! You didn't earn this, you demanded this and whilst I admire that grit and determination of yours, you're in no position to make any demands. You're in a position where you should consider yourself lucky to still have a job. You're in a position that I know a lot of people would scratch, claw, and work their asses off to be in. You haven't worked at all. The only thing you've been doing is losing, and bitching, and tweeting."
Chuckling, he came to a pause, throwing his hands up in the air in disbelief. He took a few seconds to readjusts his thoughts and allow the viewer enough time to digest everything that had been said thus far. Licking his dry lips, he looked back up at the camera and continued.
"Remember Deacon Crane?" he asked rhetorically. "Of course you don't. You don't remember Crane because after I whooped his ass on the very first night, he decided he didn't want to be important. He decided he didn't want to live up to his potential. He decided to be a bitch and ever since then, he's become a memory that no one remembers - a ghost in our story. Anders, you associate yourself with losers so there's no real surprise that you haven't been able to live up to the hype that you created for yourself. Deacon Crane could've had it all, he could've been a worthy challenger in the future that I would've beat, but he threw it all away because that's the type of person he is."
"And Brittney, your one loss away from following that same fate, I'll tell you now. Because I've seen your type and they don't last long. Let me tell you what happens. You make a big fuss, claiming to be the best of the best and that no one can stop you. You get the opportunity to prove that statement - fail, you then get another opportunity to rectify that, fail and it goes on and on and on until one day, enough is enough. You can't handle it because you're not tough enough and you decide, maybe this isn't what's best for me. Maybe, I should go back to modelling for shitty catalogs that perverts by to jack themselves off to."
"YOU ARE NOT SPECIAL"
"Britney, I do what I do because I can. You don't, because you suck."
Pointing at the camera, fury in his eyes and a smile cemented on his face.
"You always have, and always will. And that isn't going to change because you say so. Everything you say, doesn't even come to fruition because you don't have the capability of backing up the words that come out of your mouth. Me? I'm able to back them up every single fuckin' time without fail and that's why I'm undefeated, Britney. That's why nobody can touch me. That's why I am the best wrestler in this promotion and that's why I am the American Justice champion."
"You believe in this idea that you mean something, that you're important, and that everybody cares about what you have to say. You don't mean anything, when people think of you the first thing they think of is failure. You're not important, you may be one of the original cast members who still stuck around, but that's all about to change. And nobody cares about what you have to say, and we never have. You brought this on yourself with your constant bickering and complaining and whining like a little child. Now, I won't only beat you but I will put you down and out, for good. I will end any hopes and dreams you have on getting anywhere here in the GWD and there is nothing, you can do about it."
Lifting his title high above his head, he smiled before saying his last words:
"From Your Hero, and Mine."
And with those last words, the scene faded to black.
