Post by adm on Dec 6, 2009 22:11:47 GMT -6
Preview
Tonight’s show was great, Ortega returned. And then I got the news I did NOT want so early…I have a match. This is not only A match but a “Riot Preview” against some of my toughest competition in the past in Everyman and Diamond. Backstage, the majority of the rest of the staff has left, but I still sit in my locker room, staring into space, thinking about what is to come next.
“Months, it’s been almost three whole months since I had a match in that very ring. I return, in a preview for the match I came back intending to regain what little respect people had for me before. This is not very easy to say but…is it even possible for me to win? Rob Diamond has come close to beating me before. Joe Everyman beat me and went on to almost beat Hammond in the Elite 8 X-Division tournament. I have had a sordid history with half these men and the rest…well…”
I think to myself of what I should do next. I think of what I should do to fit both my theme song and this legacy I left before. I still could be the Rookie of the Year. I still have an opportunity to leave this year…the winner of the very FIRST Riot match.
“Rob Diamond, we’ve had quite the history. We faced for the Xtreme title…twice. This was long before Atreyu desecrated that which we strived to improve by re-labeling it and giving it a new system of rules. But…the thing is, the PAST DOES NOT MATTER to me anymore. My past…the nine months I was here before, erase every last bit of that from your vocabulary, Rob. Everything is new, different, but yet the same. Think of it as me coming in for the first time, except now there is a standard. A standard or level of competitiveness and power I am now supposed to adhere to. Can I? Can I come back from my leisurely vacation and throw you over the top rope and continue through the men in this match? Actions will speak louder…”
Than words.
“And Joe Everyman, congratulations on regaining the National Title and beating Lance Ryan, the egotistical legend I have yet to destroy. Congratulations on doing it more than once. And congratulations for having your head smashed in by both the most obscurely horrific competitor and the second-rustiest returning man to this place…The Ace. Seriously, who gets blindsided by BOTH Hexx and the Ace? I mean Ace I can understand but HEXX?”
Lay off the Ho Hos and come back to me in a few weeks after getting to the gym, Joe.
“And now we move to Karras, wow…the Priest thing actually worked for you for a bit, didn’t it. That was, until you lost to Atreyu and let him change that which I helped strive to keep holy, to keep elevated above just a bloodbath but a refined art of bloodlust, into this mockery of puro wrestling that it is. It’s not even really legitimate in my eyes anymore, because of you. Welcome to the list of men I do not respect, Karras. Though you have great skill in the ring, your lack of honor, lack of respect…it’s almost as bad as my failure to protect this place from the weak will and weak hands of Falcon.”
Has anyone besides Adam given him an actual run for his money? Sexy Jason and Hammond? A broken Steve Awesome? What? Really? No…this is a shell of a title reign…
“Then we move to the last man on the list of competitors and the first among the list of people I have utterly no respect for. This man, this FREAK…Freakke, well…nice name, fits you, but…seriously, do you have any PURPOSE? I can’t make out a single thing from any of your promos I’ve seen over the past week or two. You ramble…you rave…but mostly you rave. The foam around the corners of your mouth is a great cover for the actual sanity you pretend not to have. The face paint is a gimmick, I see past your lies, Freakke. You are not a FREAK, you are PRETENDING to be. Just like all these little insolent fools that go to Hot Topic and buy their “Team Edward” or “Team Jacob” shirts for Twilight: New Moon. I wish I could steal a reel of that film, light it on fire within a hot topic, and build the one thing these people need most in its place…”
A Weight Watchers Gym.
“Over the top rope, that’s what the rules are? This isn’t competition, really, it’s simple. You trick someone to run, and then escort them right over the top. This is not wrestling, this is CHAOS. And do you know what the Existentialist does with chaos? He turns it into ORDER. Do you know what Kristoff Liam Bates does with chaos?”
He takes advantage. He uses it to his very advantage to get the upper hand. My ring rust has time to be taken out of the equation in matches like this. I don’t really have to WRESTLE my way out of the paper bag Freakke should wear on his head. Or wrestle my way out of Joe Everyman’s sudden run of horrendous luck much like Hamlet during Act Five, Scene Two. I don’t need to worry about the overly preachy antics of one Gabriel Karras. I don’t need to do anything but throw them from inside to the outside. To make ORDER out of CHAOS. To be the LAST MAN STANDING. And right now…there are only the words. The words shall turn into ACTIONS. And Actions speak louder than words.
SHUT UP!!!