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Post by Action Reel on Jan 25, 2022 2:14:25 GMT -5
RULES:
You can only post in here!
You can only respond to an opponent - CAN NOT double post/respond to yourself.
400 words or less.
You get 6 posts total, so make em count! - Deadline is NORMAL deadline on Sunday!
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Post by Ash Blake on Jan 26, 2022 16:36:23 GMT -5
Oh, Zolton.
Are we really doing this again? Are you so content to hurl yourself into the brick wall, praying that if you just launch yourself at it faster this time, it'll topple over? Of course you are, I shouldn't have expected any different. It'd almost be tragic, y'know, if you weren't such a blithering idiot.
Because what else is there to prove here that wasn't proven back at Turmoil? You had your shot: signed, sealed, delivered. You got in your head that you were going to be the one to dethrone me, the first person to pin me for a championship.
And like the Challenger you are, everything blew up in your face the second it came time to execute. But you just can't see that from beyond your puffed out chest. Or, at least, you're trying not to. Looking away from the way things are like averting your eyes from the sun, because the truth will burn you. And internalizing it comes with a stark admission that you aren't ready to make.
That all your posturing, all your preening, all your red-faced insistence about what you are to me, about how much space you take up in my head is just that — posturing. The futile gestures of a wounded giant either unable or unwilling to face the music, to understand that the shoe's on the other foot.
You need to be my nemesis, because ultimately, I'm yours. It's you who can't keep my name from your mouth. It's you who can't keep your attention off me. And it's you who can't keep me out of your head.
Because I'm your worst nightmare, aren't I? Not someone who can — or even wants — to physically destroy you, but whose mere presence fundamentally erodes the veneer you project. Who took your barrage with a smile and overcame, regardless. Who turned you from a contender to a pretender in the blink of an eye. Isn't that right, oh King of Violence?
Right. Silly me, you didn't snatch that symbolic title either. How could you, when you couldn't even hold onto your role as undisputed contender? No, your diabetically saccharine Ghost of Christmas Past crowbarred his way into this match, all the while singing my praises in such breathy terms that I'm half-convinced the first words out of his mouth to me will be a request to drink my bathwater.
How utterly pathetic.
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Post by Jonny Cedrone on Jan 27, 2022 21:38:04 GMT -5
“Three World Champion caliber athletes stepping into the ring to see who the dominant fighter is. Is it the newcomer to AW who, by all rights, shouldn’t even be involved in this match to begin with? Is it the challenger that’s fueled by hatred, chaos and the thought that nobody can possibly be better than he is in that ring? Or is it the Champion who’s successfully defended the very Championship we’re fighting over at Revolution so many times she’s truly believing her own hype? Drink your bathwater huh? Don’t flatter yourself so much.”
“Let’s face it, Ash Blake is the Hardcore Champion. It is cold-hard fact that she has successfully defended that Championship more times than anyone can count. Is she a worthy Champion? I mean c’mon! Just look at her stats! So why shouldn’t she believe her hype? Well, the thing of it is that no matter how big you get, no matter how high you may feel, there always comes the time when you get chopped back down to size! There always comes the time when you get brought down to reality. Revolution 5 will be that time!”
“Zolton is a very capable wrestler and performer in that ring with his ability to adapt to any style. You wanna wrestle? He’ll wrestle! You wanna fight? He’ll throw punches. No matter how much bad blood is between the two of us, I always give credit where credit is due and Zolton is worthy of all the credit he’s due. A problem – just one of many – is that his ego is bigger than the sun. He thinks he’s the best there is, and to be honest he is one of the best. Not going to deny that. But in order to keep feeding his own ego, he keeps circling back to the fact that he’s a World Champion of a dead brand. He just needs to let lying dogs lie, and focus on the task at hand because at Revolution 5, another opportunity is going to pass him by.”
“At Revolution 5 I step into the ring with two of the best that AW has to offer! What better way to prove my worth around here than to bruise a couple of egos? Is it going to be easy? Hell no. But it sure as hell is going to be worth it!” |
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Post by Z on Jan 29, 2022 1:33:30 GMT -5
“Fight. Battle. Rinse. Repeat. Oh no that isn’t how this battle will end up. No. Miss Blake has it in her head that I am merely just a challenger. Just a CHALLENGER! Well Ash, I am far more than just a challenger. You see Blake, I have fought you before. I was in the trenches of warfare with you at Turmoil. It was a drag out battle. Of course you can rant and rave on about how you dominated and took the victory. As a fellow fighter with that type of ego, I would say the same. I would push the boundary to it too. So I must sit here and show you some respect, but I won’t. Nor will I ever. You are beneath. That belt belongs to me and always has, you and a few others have only been placeholders for the real, violent. Masterful. Unbelievable. A true and reliable Leader. Champion.”
“I shouldn’t bother giving any attention to this punk. A poor excuse for a human being. A poor representative of a husband. And of course worthless when it comes to the wrestling ring. Yeah he was a champion in a galaxy far far away. Cedrone, you are only in this fight because of your jealousy and envy of me and my success, not only in the supposed dead brand, but my success elsewhere. So you had to come here and try and bring me down to your pathetic level. I am your superior. I am better than you. I have shown it on many occasions. At Revolution five, I will prove it again. Cedrone you’ve been in this company for less than a month. Trying to ride my coattails into this match to try and steal my belt. The whispers are true. You don’t belong here..”
“Fighting is the purest form of violence. It is one of the most basic human instincts. The thing is, me, I have honed that instinct of mine. I have trained and trained. Practiced over and over. Fought in many different situations and platforms. But that is all hearsay. Or rather boring details. At Revolution, a new era will begin in the division that needs a true and battle hardened leader. Cedrone. Blake. I am the bringer of nightmares. The creator of chaos. I’ve said the words. So they shall come into reality. Revolution Five is the destination of this collision.” |
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Post by Ash Blake on Jan 29, 2022 11:34:43 GMT -5
So, this is it, huh?
This is the energy you're bringing into round two? It's been almost two months removed from Turmoil, and you've all that time to ponder your approach. To think about what must have gone wrong for you.
And the foolproof plan you came up with is to unironically hurl yourself into the brick wall just a little bit faster this time.
Quaint. I'd say never change, Zolton, but it's not like you need the encouragement there.
No, that was inevitable. Because no matter how many times you cling to how 'chaotic' you are, you're nothing if not predictable. A blunt instrument that just can't seem to beat the door down, no matter how hard he tries, or how many times he swings.
I watched you empty your bag of tricks against me at Turmoil. I felt you rend my skin, burn my scalp, dislocate my joints. Then, I got back up. Every single time. And I saw you shrivel and wither with every alleged coup de grâce that failed to keep me down.
Through all of it, I learned your limit: the point where your body, your drive, your fire, give way. Where all your preening is rendered moot when you just can't go anymore.
And the kicker is, you'll never gleam mine. How could you, when you don't even know what the stakes are for me?
I can tell you to your face that I would die for this, I could spill my guts right here and now, expose myself for all to see, and all you'd manage to do with it would be to strangle yourself with my entrails.
Because the first death is in the heart, and you couldn't kill me if you tried.
But I'm burying the lede, aren't I? After all, a round of applause is in order for Jonny Cedrone's PR team. Truly astonishing, a master class in talking so much without saying anything at all. And if I may offer a rebuttal:
Shove that mealy-mouthed civility where the sun doesn't shine, you gormless slug.
You wouldn't spit on Zolton if he were on fire, but you'd gladly fall over yourself to give him all the credit in the world. Why? To prove you're the bigger person? Because all you've proven to me is your utter lack of conviction.
Bloodless.
Spineless.
It's like you were built to be a doormat.
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Post by Jonny Cedrone on Jan 29, 2022 13:24:25 GMT -5
“So apparently it’s out of some people’s comprehension that you can have so much disdain for someone in this sport yet still have respect for their abilities. Then again I guess it was too much of a stretch to assume that you had enough character about you Miss Blake to understand that.”
“And to you Zolton, the putrid lies that you’ve tried to spread about me and my character have gone on long enough. You’ve lied so much about it that you’re actually believing yourself! Kinda like those lies you keep telling yourself about how you’re this Superman of Professional Wrestling and that nobody can touch you in that ring when in reality…you’re no less human than the referee that will be officiating this match.”
“I’ve heard the both of you rattle on and on about your fight at Turmoil and talk about how you need each other, it’s actually starting to sound more like a verbal love letter between you two! So it all makes one wonder; do you two truly hate one another or is this all just a façade to cover up your true feelings for one another?”
“Bah, whatever the case is it doesn’t matter. Whether the two of you hate one another, love one another or are just stuck with one another for the kids, it all doesn’t matter. What matters is that at Revolution 5, the three of us are stepping into that ring. Now I know you two don’t think I deserve to be in this spot but regardless – I’m here! So deal with it! Each of you think that you’re God’s gift to wrestling; that you’re the absolute best thing to have ever happened to this sport and that nobody can possibly hold a candle to what you have to offer to this industry. That just makes this opportunity that much more fun! When the three of us step into that ring, we’re going to go to war! Bloodlust will turn to blood shed! Chaos and anarchy and destruction and devastation will be splattered all over the ring and most likely all over the arena!”
“But after it’s all said and done. From the rubble will crawl the victor, and after you see that it’s my hand raised in victory…just remember ‘he who laughs last, laughs best’. I’ll be laughing last and the hardest with the Hardcore Title in hand!” |
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Post by Z on Jan 29, 2022 18:43:41 GMT -5
“Such a pity. Such a disappointment. Blake you have completely diluted yourself into thinking that I had completely empty my bag of tricks. My ammunition. My abilities when it comes to the war at Turmoil. You grow more and more weak as the days grow closer. Your feeble mind wandering into the abyss of ignorance and self doubt. Even if the outer appearance and the spoken word say the complete opposite. I understand you Blake. This title and status is all that matters to you. The amount of punishment you are willing to take and even dish out just to keep your cold and dead hands gripping, Cedrone would say that it’s admirable. If I gave any shit I would say the same. But your life. Your sacrifices are simply futile to me. I would love for you to keep on thinking that I am going to repeat the same offense and bag of tricks in this battle. Keep on thinking that and it will bite you in the ass. It will swallow you whole. As my wave of Chaos.”
“Blake, your pathetic musings and somewhat intelligent speech is just as futile and comical as the ones draining from the useless mouth of Cedrone. Jonny boy, you have so much left to learn. Your confidence is ridiculous. You have no idea what kind of a war that you have stuck your weak ass nose into. I have to say that your attempts to pull feelings that do not exist from me to Blake was a hilarious attempt at retaliating for what I have said over and over about your little girlfriend I put in the hospital last year. The only feelings that exist in me is pure hatred. Disdain. The urge to vomit when her name enters my consciousness. Kind of like how your name and presence brings that feeling to my stomach.”
“Cedrone, you can deny it all you want, but the only reason you have been put into this match is because you have rode my coattails since the moment you stepped into the ring to sucker punch me.”
“Blake, your inability to think outside the box you have been given is sad. I would shed a tear if I had any feelings about others. But I don’t. You all are mouth breathing scum. Parasites. Chaos will eradicate two massive parasites at Revolution Five. You're welcome mother earth.” |
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Post by Ash Blake on Jan 30, 2022 8:14:21 GMT -5
You know, you're right, Jonny. Absolutely one hundred percent correct. Call me an idealist, or maybe just someone with the slightest hint of a backbone, but it is beyond my comprehension to fall over yourself to pump the tires of a supposed mortal enemy. You don't actually have to give the Devil his due, no matter how hard he works.
But what else could I expect from the uber-wealthy philanthropist, so far removed from the hunger and the struggle that those words no longer hold meaning for him? Whose safe, corporate rhetoric I could clock from a mile away. Rhetoric that, on one hand, should bring me some kind of nostalgic comfort.
Because it's the world I come from, after all. The one that spat me into this wretched industry in service of a goal. A calling from on high. But you know that already, don't you? Of course you do, you know me so well.
And I know you from a glance, Jonny. So go ahead, play the hits. Rally the crowd, draw them in with your ceaseless pontificating about proving your worth. The Hindenburg was a pinnacle of engineering until it went up in smoke, and your shtick is so inspiring until it comes time to actually make good on your claims. Then you realize just how long it's been since you actually had blood under your nails.
So don't you ever condescend to me, you craven, gutless, imp. Especially not if you're trying to come for my head. Do you know what this hunk of leather and gold is to me? Why I'll throw myself into the meat grinder until I literally can't hold myself aloft anymore in service to it? It's not because of how it looks around my waist, or how my name looks in a record book, or for some legacy I couldn't care less about.
No, this is my last link to the cause I championed. The world I sought to help usher. It's a monument to all my sins, the failure of my life's greatest ambitions.
This is all I have left, and neither you nor that empty-headed nihilist Zolton are going to take it from me.
I'll concede, though: you two are made for one another.
The stoppable force and the moveable object colliding indefinitely.
It looks impeccable on you both.
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Post by Jonny Cedrone on Jan 30, 2022 9:58:08 GMT -5
“Well, well, well! It looks that I’ve finally garnered some true attention from the Champion herself! Finally a bit more than a glancing mentioning from the ‘almighty’ Champion for the ‘spineless’ peon – yours truly.”
“In all honesty this isn’t about being the moral police or if you give credit where credit is due – no matter where that credit may land – whether you ‘have a backbone’ or not. To me this is about worth. To me this is about making an impact. To me this is about retribution. To me this is about proving that my name belongs in the same breath as Ash Blake, as Zolton, as Downfall, as everyone in this company!”
“My wealth and philanthropy has nothing to do with what I do here Miss Blake. Whether you believe it or not, I didn’t come from a rich family. I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth. All of the money that I have, I’ve earned it. And not that it matters to our match, but unlike your typical corporate giants, my employees are paid very well and are well taken care of!”
“Now, ever since I was announced to be in this fight, Zolton and you have chosen to damn near ignore me. You’ve dismissed me as some coattail jumper, as some Ghost of Christmas Past being shoehorned into the fight. You continue to believe that I have nothing to bring to the table for this fight. Let me tell ya something though; each and every accolade that I have ever achieved in this sport I have earned. I have fought, clawed, scratched, kicked, punched, and have beat the hell out of people to achieve the success that I have. Revolution 5 will be no different!”
“At Revolution 5, I know I have a huge mountain to climb. At Revolution 5 I know that I have a fight on my hands. The three of us have our thing to prove; our own vendetta! Zolton and you may think that I’m just some gnat in this fight, but at Revolution 5, I’m coming to take that Championship from you. To Hell with just being happy with keeping Zolton from winning…I’m in this fight to win it, no matter what it takes! I’m coming after both of your heads, kicking both of your asses, and taking home the Hardcore Title!” |
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Post by Ash Blake on Jan 30, 2022 14:24:22 GMT -5
Oh, spare me the sanctimony, Dan Price. It's a terrible look when you're so committed to covering up instead of swinging back.
Did I strike a nerve? Is that it? You've been jockeying this whole time for my attention, to be taken seriously, and the one instant I turn my gaze towards you, I dig my fingers into a pressure point. And so you rush to set that record straight, to puff out your chest and shout 'nuh uh' to an implication I wasn't even making.
Because sure, hun, I believe you. You worked hard for your wealth, didn't you? You grinded, you toiled, you bled for it.
Past tense. So, what about now? What does Jonny Cedrone have in the pit of his stomach, driving him forward into the same brick wall that spilled his good friend Zolton's brains already?
Oh, right: we're playing the hits.
And you're bloviating about how you're here to make an impact. About getting your pound of flesh (that you've definitely made sure to properly appraise, of course; you know what it's worth). About proving you belong.
How quaint.
One small problem: I'm nobody's stepping stone, and you couldn't take my head if I knelt before the block and shoved the axe into your hands myself. Because you aren't built for that, Jonny.
And no matter how much you posture to the contrary, you aren't either, Zolton.
Oh, don't act so surprised, hun. This is the crescendo we've been building to this whole time, the stark, blunt admission: all your tough talk about the destruction you'll wreak, the chaos you embody, the entropy you carry on your back is just a fashion statement to you. Just like that gaudy skull on your chest.
And that's why I feel so free to bare my soul to you two: because Jonny doesn't have it in him to hammer on the sore spots, and you couldn't hit 'em if you tried.
Because you lack the killer instinct to come for me. You can beat the hell out of me all you like — you did that last time, too — but every single time I'll get right back up and I'll put you down.
There's levels to this, Zolton, and you'll never be on mine.
Don't worry, you'll still get your taste of gold.
When I make you French kiss the front plate again.
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Post by Z on Jan 30, 2022 14:38:07 GMT -5
“Here we go. A ton of ridiculous words were spoken. In which none were spoken by Chaos, only half listening. The way you present yourself, Cedrone, is ridiculous. An outstanding citizen believing that the fans and their mouth breathing cheers give you strength. Saying you’ve worked your way up. Scratched and clawed to the level of lackluster success you have reached. A placeholder champion in that defunct federation that I carry on my shoulders wherever I set foot. I am World Wrestling HeadQuarters. You are nothing more than a rich boy with a bunch of employees that only stick around because of the money you provide. They don’t feel fulfilled working for you. How could they. You have them cleaning your pools. Landscaping your mansion and other buildings you own. What else do you have them do? Clean your wife’s hair, feet and hands. Also keep the secrets you hold deep with your girlfriend. Yes Cedrone, as much as you deny it. As much as you truly believe that you aren’t doing anything for and with Jonae, the truth is as matter of fact as me capturing the Hardcore Championship at Revolution.”
“Cedrone is simply a space filler. A background character to the real event. The real battle. The truly important war. Which is between Blake and I. How pathetic it is to see your desperation to hold onto some kind of relevance in this. Now I give you all the focus. All the relevancy, but you will walk out of this match, that is if you can walk after I am through with you. No longer the champion. No longer relevant. Disappearing into the darkness of obscurity. Nothingness. As they push off into the sunset. After the dust settles. The smoke clears. Shit. Stupid clichés and ridiculous umbrella statements to spice up the upcoming fight. I think the headline of Blake defends the Hardcore title one last time against her nemesis. Her toughest foe. The man who is Chaos. Bringer of pain. Nightmares and total anarchy. Zolton.”
“Oh we can’t forget the subplot of the encourageable Jonny Cedrone. No one really cares. Nor do they even pay attention to what he does or says. Proven by the first two promotional statements made by Blake. Totally ignoring the rich boy, minus a blanket phrase or two in passing. As you can see folks that matter, he is meaningless. Useless. Unworthy.” |
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