Post by Cassidy Adler on Dec 12, 2021 8:14:45 GMT -5
YouTube: Post-Turmoil Press Conference - Cassidy Adler Flames CruiserClash And Predicts World Title Victory!
Cassidy stood before a cramped room filled with reporters. He glanced down at his watch, before looking up with a smirk across his face.
“You,” he said, gesturing to a middle-aged man in the front row, “Last question, I got important shit to get done.”
The man gave an excited nod, not wanting to waste the opportunity.
“Do you regret what you said to Aphriya and the rest of your peers on CruiserClash after the performance she put on tonight? And do you think you’ll be returning to try and reclaim your belt, or possibly even move up to the highest prize in the division?”
Cassidy regarded the man coolly, the smirk on his face spreading into a full blown grin.
“You’re kiddin’, right?
“Nah, I played my part. Uncle Tort needed someone to kick some life into this place, and that’s what I fuckin’ did. It was on life support before I showed up, but I gave the people somethin’ worth watching.
“As for what I said? It’s the truth. Everyone down here is the same. Zero personality. But now I’ve given you a hero worth rooting for, so you guys have fun with that shit, okay?
“Because in a year’s time, when I’m World Champ and my poor baby girl Aphriya is still down here, grinding to maybe get a glimpse of the main roster? You guys will realize that this was just a side-hustle for me before I got down to the real deal.
“Because now?”
He winked.
“I’m coming for these guys’ necks.”
Frank Jr. chuckled as the video ended, sliding his phone into his pocket. Cassidy shot him a glance up from the menu he was looking at, eyebrows raised.
“What?”
“Look at you, taking this stuff all serious. It’s almost as if you have… goals?”
Cassidy scowled.
“Shut up, Frankie.”
His older brother grinned in a way remarkably similar to his own, raising his hands in a protest of innocence.
“What? I’m saying it’s a good thing. Now that the documentary is done, you’ll need content for a sequel. A big run on the main show would be easy money to get that started.”
“A sequel, huh? Figures, Dad knows this shit will make bank, as much as he’d hate to admit it. When’s the premiere for this one, anyway?”
“In a couple weeks, it’s going through post-production.”
Cassidy nodded with a smile now mirroring his brothers.
“Guess it’s time to start lighting shit up on the mainstage, then.”
“Ya know, BenderSnatch, I feel sorry for you, man. You’re the type of guy that has his heart in the right place. You’re a little dumb, and nobody would trust you to carry a conversation or do anything beneficial for society, but you seem genuine. Someone that, on occasion, could actually manage to be slightly likeable.
“Congratulations, man. I don’t say that about many.
“But the issue with you? It’s that you’re a relic of the past.
“You’re a laborer with no load to carry. A man of size and little else except that endearing quality to him. But ‘endearing’ doesn’t always equate to good, does it? Like the special needs kid who got the job at the local store. Because it’s always the same stories with those guys, right?
“Whenever they’re spoken about, it’s never about any qualities that actually mean anything.
“It’s always, ‘aw, aren’t they so nice and polite?’ or ‘wow, look how hard he’s trying. It’s great he was given an opportunity here.’
“That’s you, Snatch.
“You’re a mountain of a man who could carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. If we were in the 70s or 80s, you’d be shot to the fuckin’ moon with the attributes you possess. Even though you talk like Dandy if he doubled his heroin dosage, the people would see you for your physicality, and nothing else.
“Nowadays, it’s a little different.
“You’re looking at the prototype of the present.
“The loudmouth, smack-talking, name-dropping, career-killing, division-roasting playboi of modern society. I talk, headlines follow. I get booked, ratings skyrocket. I’m what you see reflected in everyone that you’ve ever watched, and many that you’ll face in the future. You should be kissing my feet and sobbing tears of gratitude knowing that you get to go up against the real thing first, before you meet the pretenders who’ve tried to rip me for all I’m worth.
“Because worth is everything in this business, Snatchy, and by my count? All you’re offering is a body.
“Me?
“I offer a name. Brand value. Sponsorships. Games, shows and movies. A personality in and out of the ring. A unique style that can’t be replicated. There’s been thousands of masked freaks who have walked the halls of professional wrestling. Some are monsters, some are gentle giants. They all turn out the exact fuckin’ same.
“Just. A. Body.
“As for me? There’s been spinoffs, sure. People who try to pull the same shit. But never with the same swagger. The same ease or elegance. Few know how to manipulate the emotions of an entire fanbase with a few words, a few actions, a mean tweet.
“Being a wrestler is being a manipulator, being a showman is being a character. Are you any of those things, Snatchy?
“No.
“You’re just… another… body.
“And a fuckin’ huge one, for sure. It’s gonna be a pain in the ass to try and put you away, but I’ve dealt with bigger, badder, more accomplished, more deadly. You’re lookin’ at the same dude who looked Crow McMorris in the eye and told him to eat a dick. So trust me when I say: I’ll find a way.
“I always do.
“Well played though, man. You got yourself the big one. The match everyone wants, and only a select few will get.
“Too bad you’re not gonna get the chance to make the most of it.”