Post by Spencer Adams on Dec 3, 2021 20:20:05 GMT -5
The scene backstage in North Carolina was chatty at first. As I popped back through the curtain and into sight, the air had been let out of the area. Eyes either dropped to the ground or diverted away completely with rare occupants offering nods of optimism and encouragement sprinkled throughout the scattered groupings. Neither conversation or the current silence were needed though. I knew what the feeling among them would be on the way over here and it’s not one that I hold against them. They have their reasons.
I got beat at Execution and I got beat clean. Fair enough, right? First loss that quick and that decisive in four years. Not since year one has somebody stepped to Spencer Adams and put him down. The big misconception though is that I’m out. The latter statement shows in those who are able to look at me while the former comes from everyone who clearly has bought into Dune’s statement win and made silent by his silence. Honestly, I feel for them. That feeling of secondhand dread, fear of the consequences and fallout from the blood feud that Dune created..it’s heartbreaking.
Breathy concern rings out behind me as I head towards the back entrance.
You can tell a lot with just tone and context, like being able to tell when the doctor is slamming the big red button because they know that the match is on.
I reach for the door and part it a few inches before his hand forces it shut.
Doc: Morally, I can’t..I just can’t. You’re fucked up.
Spencer: Don’t worry about me.
Doc: I’m sorry, bu-
Spencer: I got the message the last time we talked and the five times before that. You can’t clear me. I get it. If I’m on the shelf after this, I’m on the shelf...but the match is made. It’s happening. Professionally speaking, you can have your opinion..but this is personal for me and personally speaking, you have no fucking clue.
Doc: Look, I get it, but he won’t stop. You have to walk away from this. You care about AW and being in AW and I do too.
Spencer: I’ve had people try to treat me as prey my entire fucking career and that’s what Dune is doing right now and you’re right..he won’t stop. He won’t stop unless I go out there and do something about it. So..I will.
Doc: Spencer..
With a wince and a hard tug against his weight, the door opens fully and swings shut in the same breath and with it comes all of those expressions and tense feelings from the crew. I wouldn’t hear another word from the doc, but instead, work would decide to follow me home.
Congratulations, Dune. You’ve gotten exactly half of what you wanted out of all of this. With the match at Execution, you earned an admission of no excuses defeat straight from the mouth of Spencer Adams himself. Fair play to you there. For the first time in a long time, you have our attention. They’re watching, I’m watching and you’ve got a lot of folks out there waiting on your next move like you’re SOMEBODY. You missed the feeling didn’t you? After all, 2015 may as well have been a lifetime ago. Now, the timeline is important. For two months, my phone has blown the fuck up with one question. Everybody wants to know what your motivation is. Why would Dune go after Spencer Adams like this? Why is he so hellbent on taking me out?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
4/29/18: Dune recaptures the WCF Championship
4/30/18: Spencer Adams wins the AW World Championship
DUNE.
YOU HAD ONE FUCKING DAY.
The belt was yours, the company was yours. You were their game changer. With some better luck, your presence could’ve kept Jayson Price from ever entering an elderly woman and pissing all over WCF’s final “flagship” PPV, but you didn’t because I was here. I was here doing whatever it took to build a company into something more exciting than whatever the fuck it was they were doing over there. As cold as you may be and as much as you use your silence to try to pretend otherwise, you cared and having just one fucking day where DUNE felt like DUNE again hurt you. Follow the trail. It’s not that hard to figure out. Your first target on this comeback tour was the man who allowed AY to call himself a champion and the second is the guy who outshined you as you sat atop the Philly throne.
Really though, I’m grateful for your anger. I am thankful for every attack and shot you take at that target on my back, because it’s what brings me back to this. It inspires me to come back with a middle finger to oddsmakers and to show you exactly what Billy meant when he said Spencer Adams limping is ten times better than the bulk of competition. You can forget about conventional wisdom here, because there’s nothing conventional about this. You got one over on a healthy Spencer Adams, but when I’m hurting? When I’m supposed to be down and out? The city of Chicago knows the legend of what Michael Jordan did on 6/11/1997 better than anybody, but Dune, I promise...you aren’t ready for Flu Game Spencer.
Adilene: You’re insane. You know that?
Spencer: You told me to take the fight though. What’s up? Change of heart?
Adilene: Not at all. I’m not about to stop you from beating his ass. Lord knows he deserves it.
The decision to move back to Chicago was an easy one, even if the city itself had presented the obvious mental challenges. On one hand, I lost everything here. On the other, everything I did have was in this same city and floating around on temporary stays without a physical address had gotten a little stale and something felt right about coming here to rebuild my life. I wouldn’t have to obsess over the ugly, because I could show Faith, Adilene, and the baby the better parts from the beautiful half of it all.
Spencer: You know, it’s crazy to think about what happens after this.
Adilene: The baby still has plenty of growing left to do.
Spencer: Not just that, but I mean...to not be wrestling after this. I’ve been injured before, but never on the shelf indefinitely.
Adilene: Don’t tell me you’re nervous about being a homebody for once.
Spencer: Not nervous just..it’s just different. I mean, this is it. They won’t even try to give me a timetable right now.
Adilene: Well, they probably expect it to change after this week anyways, but I know what this one means to you. So, let’s worry about the rest later. For now, you do you. That’s all I’m asking. You know you can beat him, I know you can beat him. All you gotta do is go out there and do the damn thing...again...in your hometown, but no pressure though.
Spencer: Thanks for the support.
Adilene: Always.
You know, there is one thing different in all of this. I’m so used to coming out to beat one guy’s ass with a level of confidence and certainty that I could step out any week after that and do it all over again. It’s a funny feeling when you know that’s not the case. Me coming out to a match with no rules or regulations and making you my next ass beating, it hits a little bit different when you’re the last for God knows how long. There’s a lot running through my head and my heart, but the one certainty I’ve maintained through all of this is that I know I need to make this one count.
Others know that already too and as I said before, they’re worried. You put fear in their hearts and right now, I’m the only person who can take it away for them. The history I’ve written over the last seven years says that you’re fucked. You may not want to talk and you may not want to listen, but I’m going to teach you all about it while making you the next chapter. Before you was Adam Young, Wade Moor and #BeachKrew, Kyle Kemp, IllumiGnarly, Philidor, Matthias Mintzel and so many more in the list that never ends. Every single one of them have come for Spencer Adams with the mission being to end Spencer Adams and every single one of them fail. Hell, a good portion of them retire or disappear and never put so much as a toe to my canvas ever again.
I’ve taken the people’s concerns into account to a degree, but I’m going to show EVERYONE just how fucking stupid your confidence and boldness is and always has been. You may have become a lot of people’s worst nightmare, but for the millionth fucking time..and because I don’t know the next time I’ll be able to really say it. I’m Spencer FUCKING Adams. I am your worst nightmare’s worst nightmare. Come for me, come for what I’ve built and what I’ve earned and I will fucking erase you. You want to kill the man that is Spencer Adams? I’ll bury the very idea of you. All your aura, all your menace..all of it. When this is over, your four letters won’t so much as touch the legacy wing. You can put me down, but never out and if this is goodbye for the foreseeable future, I’m taking you with me.
