Awakening IV - When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go?
Apr 23, 2019 2:23:34 GMT -5
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Post by Lissie Hope on Apr 23, 2019 2:23:34 GMT -5
What do you want from me?
Why don't you run from me?
What are you wondering?
What do you know?
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I | The Champions
Purpose.
Skill.
Courage.
Heart.
The blueprint of a champion.
At the peak of the mountain, Ryan Lockhart lies in wait.
Like a predator -- waiting for his prey.
Over 40 of his peers will be vying for the chance to challenge for the World Championship.
One by one, we will all fight to the death, until one of us ends the night with our ticket punched to the big show.
Our hopes and our dreams, lying on the cusp of realization.
Our hearts full and our minds heavy, the doubt creeping in will be hard to push aside.
There can only be one king of this jungle.
And I’m prepared to wear the crown.
But Action Wrestling doesn’t only recognize one championship.
Dandy DiVito drew the unlucky distinction of first entry, and while I think he’s an arrogant blowhard, I kind of feel sorry for that mush-mouth son-of-a-bitch.
Here he is, earning all these accolades, receiving all this hype -- yet he knows, deep down in his soul there’s not a single way he can see himself winning the Havoc Rumble.
Here he is, earning all these accolades, receiving all this hype -- yet he knows, deep down in his soul there’s not a single way he can see himself winning the Havoc Rumble.
I was glad to see that he held onto his title against that raging bitch last week, for the sole purpose that he’s keeping it warm for me.
I haven’t forgotten that he felt it necessary to call me out -- I guess he saw the writing on the wall.
It won’t be long before I arrive on his doorstep, ready to collect.
I haven’t forgotten that he felt it necessary to call me out -- I guess he saw the writing on the wall.
It won’t be long before I arrive on his doorstep, ready to collect.
Wade Moor, you’ve won the Havoc Rumble before.
Lord knows you will never let us forget it.
But there’s some value in seeing how you were able to win this thing.
There’s lessons to be learned in your words and your actions.
it’s nice to know we have some hopes and dreams to reach for when you see what accomplishments this win will spring you towards.
There’s lessons to be learned in your words and your actions.
it’s nice to know we have some hopes and dreams to reach for when you see what accomplishments this win will spring you towards.
Thank you, Wade, for letting us all know what we have to look forward to.
And thank you, Wade, for showing us that we can do it better.
You may have owned one half of the Tag Team Championships, and you may have worn them honorably when there weren’t any other tag teams worth a damn to challenge you, but we all saw a glimpse into the real Wade Moor last week.
We saw how weak you truly are.
Please, Moor.
Keep hanging your hat on your win a year ago.
It only proves one thing.
The brightest flames burn out the fastest, don’t they?
While most championships are earned, one was given.
I don’t find that honorable, Hazel.
Now I don’t know whose dick you sucked to even be considered the heir-apparent to the great L Verez, but I’ll tell you a secret, sugartits.
None of this matters.
Your reign doesn’t matter.
You… Don’t matter.
I’m sorry to break that cold, hard truth to you since it really looks cute to see you trying so hard, but we all know it, Hazel.
You’re a non-entity. A useless void. A waste of air.
A sham of a champion.
But on the other end of the spectrum...
Casey Holliday is one of the best damn champions A-Dub has ever seen.
She’s a champion that I admire, one that I respect. I hope to represent this business as boldly and as courageously as she did.
It’s a shame that the UCI championship is no more. That her reign will only go down in the history books.
She never had the chance to put it all on the line against me.
I think you know it too, Casey.
You knew that your light is beginning to fade, while mine is shining bright.
And it scared you shit-less, didn’t it?
But it’s alright, Casey.
You’ll get a chance to begin again.
You’ll have an opportunity to move on to bigger and better things.
You’re one of the early favorites, one who’s time is coming, as you’re climbing each rung, one by one -- reaching for the pinnacle.
You’ll get a chance to begin again.
You’ll have an opportunity to move on to bigger and better things.
You’re one of the early favorites, one who’s time is coming, as you’re climbing each rung, one by one -- reaching for the pinnacle.
Sorry, honey, but I’m kicking it out from under you.
Why aren't you scared of me?
Why do you care for me?
When we all fall asleep,
where do we go?
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II | The Doubters
The list of my doubters grows by each passing day.
We’ve got misogynistic pieces of shit like Lincoln Kuechly and Zombie McMorris throwing every pussy-hating barb they can think of, hoping something sticks.
Z-Mac, the Coked Up Ass Clown, fresh off a tag title win.
Needed a little help to topple the moldy fossils, but I think he wants us all to forget that little nugget.
Needed a little help to topple the moldy fossils, but I think he wants us all to forget that little nugget.
Ladies and gentlemen, let’s all relish in the fact that the Zombie Has Risen!
‘God almighty, that killed him! As God is my witness, Wade Moor is broken in half!’
For fuck’s sake, Z-Mac, you would think a big win like that would chill you out a bit, no?
Instead, we get yet another incoherent, unfocused rant with you throwing shit at the wall.
No one can follow a fucking word you’re saying, you insufferable hophead.
No one can follow a fucking word you’re saying, you insufferable hophead.
In fact, I’m pretty sure you called me Hazel a couple of times, but to tell you the truth, I stopped listening to your moronic diatribe pretty damn quickly.
I know you’re killing yourself already, homie, but don’t you worry.
I’ll be happy to dig your grave.
As for you, Lincoln, I get it, bro.
I really do.
You fuckin’ rube, you don’t think women should dare enter your domain.
We aren’t worthy, we aren’t challenges.
You’re forgetting the big picture here, Linc.
I’m no ordinary woman.
The ring may be your domain.
But it’s my sanctuary.
I have stood across the ring from two assholes who shared your same narrow view.
And I beat their asses soundly, just as I plan to do to you.
You’re no exception.
You may think this is your grand opportunity to reclaim your name, to fight for the glory, to be the champion you seem to think you deserve to be.
But your futile attempts in the past are simply a direct reflection of your future.
You may think this is your grand opportunity to reclaim your name, to fight for the glory, to be the champion you seem to think you deserve to be.
But your futile attempts in the past are simply a direct reflection of your future.
You’re an afterthought.
To anyone that matters, you’ll always be one.
And it pisses you off that Casey was twice the champion you’ll ever be.
And since you, and others, feel it necessary to lump us together…
Deep in the recesses of your delusional mind--
You know I will be, too.
Don’t get me wrong.
I know I’ve just gotten started and a lot of the big names in this business haven’t gotten to know me yet.
I know I’ve just gotten started and a lot of the big names in this business haven’t gotten to know me yet.
But the fact remains that I’m getting a lot of press.
A lot of hype.
And I take it very seriously and very complimentary when guys like Spencer Adams -- the greats, the former champions -- see a little something in me.
A lot of hype.
And I take it very seriously and very complimentary when guys like Spencer Adams -- the greats, the former champions -- see a little something in me.
Spencer, you think I’m a poor man’s Casey Holliday, is that right?
A naive little girl with a whole lot of talent but needs more time, more seasoning, more production?
A naive little girl with a whole lot of talent but needs more time, more seasoning, more production?
Spencer…
I agree with you.
I know, man. You’re all thinking ‘what the fuck?’
Lissie the Lezzie is actually… humble?
It’s true, man. I know I haven’t proven a damn thing yet.
But that’s exactly why this match is so goddamn special, isn’t it?
This match, this Havoc Rumble, is oftentimes dictated by the luck of the draw.
The moment of opportunity. Being in the right place, at the right time.
Anybody with a fighting chance can find themselves entering at just the right moment, timing a dropkick to your jaw, sending you spiraling over the ropes and out of contention.
The moment of opportunity. Being in the right place, at the right time.
Anybody with a fighting chance can find themselves entering at just the right moment, timing a dropkick to your jaw, sending you spiraling over the ropes and out of contention.
That’s what scares you the most, doesn’t it Spencer?
The fact that I, a nobody, could actually eliminate you, a legend?
You like and respect me enough to know that I have a bright future ahead of me.
But you don’t want my success to come at your expense.
I feel for ‘ya, Spence.
You once had it all.
But now it’s mine for the taking.
Say it, spit it out,
What is it exactly?
Today, I'm thinkin' about
The things that are deadly
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III | The Contenders
I’d be a moron to think I’m one of the favorites.
There are a handful of established vets who are given the benefit of the doubt, who can walk in from extended breaks and fresh off title losses and still be considered the frontrunners.
It’s hard to make a dent against these kinds of athletes.
That’s what makes this place pretty damn special.
Shadowlove and Jaice Wilds are two of the heavy-hitters in this thing.
They both just had an opportunity to dethrone Ryan Lockhart, but fell short.
I’m sure they’ve been humbled enough by that result to keep their mou--
They both just had an opportunity to dethrone Ryan Lockhart, but fell short.
I’m sure they’ve been humbled enough by that result to keep their mou--
Wait… the day Shadowlove keeps his mouth shut and admits failure is the day I allow Z-mac to snort snow off my asshole.
Shadowlove is a man of many adjectives and few results.
He’s got that fine ass wifey chirping behind him, flirting with the camera before flipping all of us off.
It’s a cute little closer that I’m getting used to seeing.
And I like Shadowlove, I think he’s a funny motherfucker --
He’s got that fine ass wifey chirping behind him, flirting with the camera before flipping all of us off.
It’s a cute little closer that I’m getting used to seeing.
And I like Shadowlove, I think he’s a funny motherfucker --
But the jokes write themselves, man.
You had your shot, and you lost it.
Do you know when you’re gonna get another?
I don’t think it’ll take much for you to lose focus, now will it?
You gotta be looking over your shoulder now with NvL hot on your trail.
And if you dare bring Miss Miyamoto out to ringside…
I’ll be hot on her tail.
Jaice Wilds -- 0 for 3 now, are ‘ya?
Just can’t get that shit done, huh?
I applaud your patience, man. It must suck knowing you’ll never accomplish what you’ve set out to do.
THREE times, man.
Fuckin’ Christ. Just give it up, will ‘ya?
It takes a lot of patience dealing with that raggedy bitch of yours, too.
So maybe that’s the true story of Jaice Wilds?
The perpetual suffering.
You’ve gotta listen to that giggling whore every time you’re balls deep, and you’ve gotta listen to the constant ‘what-ifs’ every time you lose a championship match.
So maybe that’s the true story of Jaice Wilds?
The perpetual suffering.
You’ve gotta listen to that giggling whore every time you’re balls deep, and you’ve gotta listen to the constant ‘what-ifs’ every time you lose a championship match.
You’ve gotta hear all the jokes about your height and your foot size and that micro-peen of yours.
It’s gotta be a painful life, man.
I’m sorry for you. And for once, I’m sorry for Kennedy.
Now I know why she’s always fuckin’ grumpy.
NvL… TFK… Who Gives AF?
I don’t know shit about either of you, just that you go by acronyms and have some credible championship histories… in other, lesser promotions.
You’re making long-awaited-returns… apparently… and getting involved in championship matches.
Taking all of the shortcuts instead of working from the ground up.
Taking all of the shortcuts instead of working from the ground up.
I’ll take their word for it.
Perhaps you were somebodies.
...Then.
But this is now.
Let’s see what you got, boys.
Kyle Kemp and Alex Richards.
Two others I’ve heard a lot about.
I mean, I haven’t seen anything but losses from these two, but sure, guys.
I’ve HEARD you’re a couple of favorites.
Casey Holliday took it to Richards last week and ended her UCI reign on a high note with her win over that overgrown, diaper-wearing troglodyte.
Shadowlove has bested Kyle Kemp every time for weeks, since the day I set foot in this company.
And these are the guys who are supposed to win this fuckin’ thing? Are you shittin’ me?
Shadowlove has bested Kyle Kemp every time for weeks, since the day I set foot in this company.
And these are the guys who are supposed to win this fuckin’ thing? Are you shittin’ me?
I don’t like underestimating people.
I really don’t.
Particularly not when they’ve got some momentum and a string of victories and something tangible to hang their hat on.
I really don’t.
Particularly not when they’ve got some momentum and a string of victories and something tangible to hang their hat on.
These guys don’t.
They’ve got hype.
They’ve got name recognition.
They’ve got high-profile rivalries with stars who are dragging them along for the ride.
Some even have their superstar tag team partners propelling them forward.
Alex Pasternak, this is the best it’s ever gonna get for you.
Riding shotgun to a man who has already won it all.
The Robin to the Batman.
How does it feel to be his anchor?
I hope you can salvage your friendship and your teamwork.
Unfortunately for you, it’s your destiny to be forgotten.
All of these jerkoffs -- call them the favorites.
Give ‘em the spread.
But sometimes you should place your bets on the underdog.
The stakes get a little higher.
And we all reap the rewards.
The way I'm drinkin' you down
Like I wanna drown
Like I wanna end me
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IV | The Victor
We’re all human.
We think we have it all figured out, but sometimes, our confidence gets the best of us.
And then we are humbled.
Sam Kidsgrove was the toughest challenge I’ve had here in my short career, and he certainly gave me a swift reality check.
I thought I had it in the bag; the International Championship was mine for the taking.
My legacy as a champion in A-Dub was fixin’ to begin.
I thought I had it in the bag; the International Championship was mine for the taking.
My legacy as a champion in A-Dub was fixin’ to begin.
I was wrong.
But the quicker you taste the defeat, the better off you’ll be.
You don’t want to get a big head too quickly, and I learned that the hard way.
It’s a lesson I’m still learning, but I think I’m headed on the right track.
You don’t want to get a big head too quickly, and I learned that the hard way.
It’s a lesson I’m still learning, but I think I’m headed on the right track.
Kidsgrove, I hope we cross paths at Havoc.
I hope I last longer than you; I hope I perform better than you.
At some point in the future, I hope we meet again properly, in the middle of the ring.
I want that second chance, Sam.
I’m better than you, and I’m going to prove it.
Before it kills me;
I need that redemption.
Step on the glass,
Staple your tongue (ahh)
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V | The Challengers
Bobby Rage and Titan Jax and Baz all have the dishonorable distinction of padding Hazel Overton’s bloated resume.
I’ll give the roided out freak-show a bit of a pass since he was counted out after someone spray-painted his truck, but still --
Because this moron couldn’t keep his head in the game, he was responsible for us having to endure this painful Television Championship reign.
For that, among other reasons -- mainly, your stupidity and your personality and your existence -- Bobby Rage, I will do everything in power to ensure your dumb ass never sees even a hope of winning the Havoc Rumble.
Chase Jackson, I can’t figure you out.
You seem to have all of the tools -- the pedigree, and the look, and the charisma -- but you can’t seem to put it all together.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a bigger waste of talent.
You’re getting all the high-profile matches and all of the opportunities, but I have not seen any results.
It’s a shame seeing a guy who’s given every chance to make his mark, only to crumble under the bright lights.
Me? I have an excuse.
I’m three matches in, homie.
But you? The elder statesman?
What’s yours?
I’ll dream a little dream for you, Wesley.
Lord knows you will never fulfill all those dreams Daddy had for ‘ya.
You were born into greatness, and had a legacy all laid out for you.
And you took a shit on it, haven’t you?
You’ll never be half the champion your father was, and you’re just now realizing it.
In an effort to… well, speed this shit up…
How about we just cut the bullshit, and you admit it, once and for all.
Claire Hawkins, please do us all a favor and do what none of these wastes of space couldn’t.
Take advantage of your opportunity.
Win yourself a championship.
Give that Television title a semblance of prestige and relevance.
Baz and Titan Jax lost to Hazel Fucking Overton.
These cretins couldn’t overtake the poorest excuse of a champion AW has ever seen.
I refuse to believe I fight in a world that can’t see you accomplish just this one… tiny… thing.
I believe in you, hun.
Don’t disappoint us.
We’re counting on you!
If you don’t, I will personally make it my mission to kick your fucking teeth in and ensure that you never... ever... live it down.
Bury a friend
Try to wake up (ah ahh)
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VI | The Teams
Congratulations are in order, Bullfrog.
You’ve successfully become one half of the Tag Team Champions.
I’ve got a question for you, though.
If you and Z-Mac end up across the ring from one another at the end…
What you gonna do then, man?
This is your partner, your teammate, your friend.
You both have a common goal in sight.
Only one of you can move on to Evolution.
What are you gonna do then?
Timothy James; Jordan Lee.
Same applies to you.
What happens when you’ve gotta throw your own teammate over the top rope?
How will that affect your chemistry in the future?
It’s a legitimate question; I mean, we are all here for one thing, right?
We all want to earn a shot at the World Championship.
But only one person can actually finish the job.
We all want to earn a shot at the World Championship.
But only one person can actually finish the job.
Are you prepared to sacrifice your teammate for own success?
Will you be able to bury your friends for your own achievement?
I think this is uncharted territory for you guys.
You’re going to have to make the tough decisions.
Have you got it in you?
Fortunately for you, Bishop, and for you, Karlie Nash --
You won’t have to make those tough choices.
Instead, you’ve got partners that weren’t even good enough to get a plate at the table.
Torture and Gravedigger felt that two spots were better reserved for Joel Embiid and Conor fucking McGregor.
I think that says a lot about you two.
It says a lot about what this company thinks of you.
You two have left zero impression on the tag team division, and we are all just hoping and praying that you’ll show some worth as singles competitors.
I mean, it’s a long shot, but damn.
Karlie, girl.
Come. The. Fuck. On!
Show us something!
Cannibal class,
Killing the son (ahh)
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VII | The 201’s
Is there anything more embarrassing than a group of afterthoughts confining themselves to a single class, hoping to become a face of a nothing division only to see them cannibalize themselves week-in and week-out?
All of these perpetual nothings--
Magic Maddox.
Rose.
Wrestler X.
The hot tamales--
Carlos Lopez.
Super Spicy Jr.
The Champion himself, QDT.
They wanna fly all over the ring and dazzle the crowds, only to realize that it was all for naught.
Only to realize that they are giving up their bodies for scattered applause.
Only to realize that they are giving up their bodies for scattered applause.
It sucks, man.
It sucks realizing that your identity is a joke.
The faster you all come to terms with the fact that your only worth is a big spot here and there;
where you sacrifice life and limb for purely an “OH SHIT” moment, the quicker you realize that you’re only being thrown to the wolves.
where you sacrifice life and limb for purely an “OH SHIT” moment, the quicker you realize that you’re only being thrown to the wolves.
The real wolves.
The ones who eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast.
I may belong to your weight class.
But everyone can see it already;
I’m in a much different league.
Keep you in the dark, what had you expected?
Me to make you my art and make you a star
And get you connected?
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VIII | The Dreamers
Derrick Vayden and Ryan Kincaid, you have both seen it first-hand.
You underestimated me.
You thought I was a pushover, someone you were going to dominate, an easy win to begin your legacies.
I stomped your dicks in the dirt.
Derrick, before the Havoc Rumble, you have an opportunity to do what the rest of the 201’s couldn’t.
You have a chance to take that belt from QDT.
But it’s not going to mean much in the grand scheme of things, now will it?
You should know from experience that dominating a lesser division --or promotion, in your case--
is no indication of accomplishing anything of merit when you make it to the big leagues.
is no indication of accomplishing anything of merit when you make it to the big leagues.
Both you and Kincaid are finding that out first-hand.
And a bunch of you will find it out the hard way.
We’ve got a who’s-who-of-who-the-fuck-are-these-people, making their debuts in A-Dub.
Eamon MacAteer.
Mike Draven.
Harry The Hippo.
And my personal favorite…
Sandy Cococuntz.
You all want to make a name for yourselves, don’t ‘ya?
You four think you have what it takes to make a splash?
You’re gonna dive headfirst into waters far beyond your capabilities.
Fighting the current, you’re all gonna drown.
And I will not throw you a life raft.
I’m going to watch you struggling to breathe.
Scrambling for life.
Watching as all of your hopes and dreams fade to black.
Your talk'll be somethin'
that shouldn't be said out loud
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IX | The Novelties
James Wolf.
Jared Holmes.
Lance Walker.
Chris Santiago.
Odin Balfour.
These are the names I’m hearing so much about.
These are the guys we all need to fear because…
Why?
Because you all say so?
I get it, ‘yo.
There’s a long history here -- between AW, and UCI, and WCF.
The paths have all crossed, the names are all recognizable, the legacies are all written.
But that was then.
This is now.
This isn’t a time for retreads.
There isn’t time for reincarnation.
Over time, the old legends die.
And over the course of the Havoc Rumble…
New legends are born.
This isn’t your time anymore, gentlemen.
No longer will the fans be clamoring for the names of the old.
Instead, they’ll be chanting the name--
Lissie Hope.
Bury the hatchet or
Bury your friend right now!
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X | The Enemies
Estrella Luiz.
My first real friend in this business.
You know I love you, and you know I’ll be by your side, cheering you on.
It’s no secret that I’m hoping that it’s you and me standing toe to toe at the end of the line, where one of us will embark on the biggest journey of our lives.
Becoming the number one contender to the World Championship.
But I hope you don’t take it personally when I toss you over that rope, baby girl.
As much as I love you…
I love winning more.
The best thing about it though?
I know you won’t have a second thought about doing the same to me.
I want the best for you, Estrella.
I think you have what it takes to be the best.
But I know that I do, too.
I’m winning this thing, Princesa.
Even if I have to take you out to do it.
Nothing personal.
Hug emoji.
On the other hand…
Kennedy Matthews.
You fucking miserable cunt.
You are my first real enemy in this business.
I never thought I’d find myself in the middle of this pissing match you’ve got with Estrella, but alas, here I am.
And I think I’ve made it clear where I stand.
And I think I’ve made it clear where I stand.
It’s really sad that you’ve let your friendship devolve into nothing on the basis of your own ego.
Silly girl.
I hope I have the chance to grip my hands around your throat.
I want to see you struggle.
I want to see you beg for life.
Because I’m not showing you any mercy, Kennedy.
I’m not giving you an easy way out.
You fucking coward.
You crossed the line when you cost me a shot at the International Championship.
I will not let you do it again.
The Havoc Rumble is mine for the taking.
And by God, I hope I get the chance to end your dreams.
I was blind once.
And by God, I hope I get the chance to end your dreams.
I was blind once.
I kept my eyes closed.
But there’s no hiding in the shadows here, bitch.
The moment I see you in that ring will be the moment I finally awaken.
Why aren't you scared of me?
Why do you care for me?
When we all fall asleep,
Where do we go?
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