Post by Torture on Dec 19, 2021 16:01:34 GMT -5
A man’s voice speaks over a blacked out screen.
“Two years.”
The camera kicks on. The shot is tight on the fire burning in a man’s bespectacled eyes.
“In the two fucking years since the people of Action Wrestling have seen my client, future hall of famers have debuted AND retired, 10 different champions have held high the title that my champion saved from the gutter and made something that this locker room could be proud to hold, and countless forgettable nobodies rose up to pretend they belonged in the division that only exists because people like my champion blazed the trail.”
The shot pulls out to reveal the voice belongs to The Manager Supreme, JP Blackstone.
“We are sick of seeing what this division has become. It was one thing to lose the 201 Title to QDT, but the idea that anyone could lose anything to someone like Miss Mae or Soldado Fortuna and not just commit ritualistic suicide to reclaim their honor is beyond me.”
The shot pulls out again to reveal Miss Monster standing beside Blackstone. She stares into the camera with a snarl as her growling voice scratches and claws its way out of her throat.
“When I left, this division was 201 and Fun. While I was here, I fought to make that joke of a name worth ignoring to see the talent that existed within the roster itself. Me. QDT. ZMAC. Legitimate competitors, all of us. But not one of us could escape the strangle hold of that shitty name. Now? The tide has turned. The division bears a name worth repeating, but the roster? It’s shameful. The most decorated champions are some grandma banging short busser and a team of guys who roll dice and throw bean bag lightning bolts?”
Blackstone lets out a deep sigh and shakes his head as Monster feigns spitting on the ground.
“This division is in for a rude awakening. The time for silly bullshit and stupid gimmicks is over. No more bullshit. The era of 201 and Fun living rent free in CruiserClash’s house is done. CruiserHavoc is the start of the new era. It’s the kick off of the first time the division was helmed by a legitimate competitor and carried itself like something worth watching. The days of the likes of clowns and jokers being on top of the mountain are over.”
“And let us lay it out for the people within Action Wrestling and the fans at home: this rumble match isn’t a one-off. Miss Monster isn’t here for one night only! No, no! My champion is here to make an impression on the long term health and wellbeing of this division. Now, don’t get us wrong… in terms of numbers? CruiserClash has never been healthier! But…unfortunately for Action Wrestling, quantity just ain’t the same thing as quality. The benefit though is that the quality is right here and after CruiserHavoc? My champion, MY MONSTER is going to put on a clinic that anyone with half a brain and even an ounce of ability will be able to learn from. A whole lot of dickheads with Oakleys and profile pictures taken in the cabs of their pickups claim that they have gone to the school of hardknocks, but after CruiserHavoc, Miss Monster here is going to be handing out diplomas to every damn person who’s dumb enough to step into her ring.”
Monster menacingly rubs her hands together.
“And don’t forget that it IS my ring. For the past two years, I’ve let lesser talent borrow it so they could have their cup of coffee in the big time, but the whole while, I’ve been watching, biding my time, and hoping that the tides would rise and quality would return to the division. Now though? I’m sick of waiting, and I have come to accept that if I want the tides to change, I’ll have to do it all myself. I fought to create a space for CruiserClash to exist, and the motherfuckers in this place have tried to smother it in the crib. That shit is over.”
Blackstone smirks proudly into the camera as Monster glares.
“Two years.”
The camera kicks on. The shot is tight on the fire burning in a man’s bespectacled eyes.
“In the two fucking years since the people of Action Wrestling have seen my client, future hall of famers have debuted AND retired, 10 different champions have held high the title that my champion saved from the gutter and made something that this locker room could be proud to hold, and countless forgettable nobodies rose up to pretend they belonged in the division that only exists because people like my champion blazed the trail.”
The shot pulls out to reveal the voice belongs to The Manager Supreme, JP Blackstone.
“We are sick of seeing what this division has become. It was one thing to lose the 201 Title to QDT, but the idea that anyone could lose anything to someone like Miss Mae or Soldado Fortuna and not just commit ritualistic suicide to reclaim their honor is beyond me.”
The shot pulls out again to reveal Miss Monster standing beside Blackstone. She stares into the camera with a snarl as her growling voice scratches and claws its way out of her throat.
“When I left, this division was 201 and Fun. While I was here, I fought to make that joke of a name worth ignoring to see the talent that existed within the roster itself. Me. QDT. ZMAC. Legitimate competitors, all of us. But not one of us could escape the strangle hold of that shitty name. Now? The tide has turned. The division bears a name worth repeating, but the roster? It’s shameful. The most decorated champions are some grandma banging short busser and a team of guys who roll dice and throw bean bag lightning bolts?”
Blackstone lets out a deep sigh and shakes his head as Monster feigns spitting on the ground.
“This division is in for a rude awakening. The time for silly bullshit and stupid gimmicks is over. No more bullshit. The era of 201 and Fun living rent free in CruiserClash’s house is done. CruiserHavoc is the start of the new era. It’s the kick off of the first time the division was helmed by a legitimate competitor and carried itself like something worth watching. The days of the likes of clowns and jokers being on top of the mountain are over.”
“And let us lay it out for the people within Action Wrestling and the fans at home: this rumble match isn’t a one-off. Miss Monster isn’t here for one night only! No, no! My champion is here to make an impression on the long term health and wellbeing of this division. Now, don’t get us wrong… in terms of numbers? CruiserClash has never been healthier! But…unfortunately for Action Wrestling, quantity just ain’t the same thing as quality. The benefit though is that the quality is right here and after CruiserHavoc? My champion, MY MONSTER is going to put on a clinic that anyone with half a brain and even an ounce of ability will be able to learn from. A whole lot of dickheads with Oakleys and profile pictures taken in the cabs of their pickups claim that they have gone to the school of hardknocks, but after CruiserHavoc, Miss Monster here is going to be handing out diplomas to every damn person who’s dumb enough to step into her ring.”
Monster menacingly rubs her hands together.
“And don’t forget that it IS my ring. For the past two years, I’ve let lesser talent borrow it so they could have their cup of coffee in the big time, but the whole while, I’ve been watching, biding my time, and hoping that the tides would rise and quality would return to the division. Now though? I’m sick of waiting, and I have come to accept that if I want the tides to change, I’ll have to do it all myself. I fought to create a space for CruiserClash to exist, and the motherfuckers in this place have tried to smother it in the crib. That shit is over.”
Blackstone smirks proudly into the camera as Monster glares.