Post by Spencer Adams on Jul 20, 2022 18:34:59 GMT -5
The harsh reality if you’re not billed as King Shit is that you’re about to be pitted against perfect chemistry to the tune of an undefeated record and a booker asking themselves “Who’s next? Who do I POSSIBLY have that can give these guys a run for their money? Who do I have that can make the title chase look more balanced?” It’s our match to lose and for the rest of you it’s…well it’s literally your match to lose. We are the lump in your throats when you realize that you’re playing with monopoly money while the match is basically named after us. This isn’t just people getting tossed out, it’s me and my brother standing tall while sixteen others are launched out and we’re fucking smiling about it.
This match is Painkillers being retaught the same lesson I know damn well they were never going to retain the first time around. They’d rather shout belligerently at the harbingers than heed the warnings of their track record. Maybe it’s fair to blame it on the blinders created by the narrow vision solely focused on one word commands ingrained into their brains. Painkillers know simple actions..”smash”, “crush”, “fight”. We recognize that and it presented us with the same dilemma then that it does now. How do we help them? We teach them more, we teach them better. We teach them a fourth word to describe their post-bell feelings.
“Ouch.”
Then we move on, because there’s always room for improvement and personal growth. You can always do better than Mo and Al, I mean, unless your names are Mo and Al, but I digress. Again, positivity. Smiles on our faces. We’re the positive ones, the beacons in an often bleak field full of even bleaker personalities. We’re here, because tag team wrestling has to mean something other than cosplaying Thing 1 and Thing 2 with a bondage kink and iffy cardio courtesy of South Dakota in early August. People need people like us for this whole tag team thing to matter, for their to be a field. The Painkillers need us for that next lesson, to take the curriculum up a notch by moving onto two word phrasing. Scary, I know. It probably feels like a lot when all the things you scream at yourself in the bathroom mirror prove to be flaccid word fluff that absolutely nobody is flinching at, when you need guidance to save you from yourself. Well, I've got just the thing.
“Stay Down.”
I’m not concerned about said rats, because they’re the ones we all recognize, who have been incredibly effective at being the sneaks that they are. Once you see them for who they are, the rest is a cakewalk. What isn’t a cakewalk though is Payne and Harper stepping up to this moment right here. Over the top rules be damned, there’s no weaseling your way to victory in the same way you might in an underwhelming CruiserClash tag division where they “achieved” their sole accolade in a hot potato and watched as said division was reclaimed by a revolving door of who.
Odin and Cashe find themselves in this position, because of one man’s idea of what another man is supposed to be, the picture of that other man that he had established years ago. You know, when the man was paid for being able to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders rather than show up to get rolled over by whoever Torture signed to a contract a couple weeks prior. It’s a sad case of one man lacking the awareness and knowledge that might otherwise prevent him from saddling up next to an absolute fucking bum and acting as if the reunion is worth his time.
Cashe is someone that still has plenty of tread on the tires and he proved it when he came in and claimed championship gold in just his second appearance for the company. Taking that moment and riding it to the tune of a record breaking reign is impressive. Coming into this company and stepping up to the challenge and accepting what’s thrown at you is a Hell of a lot more than I can say about hundreds of people who have walked in and out that door in the blink of an eye. I respect what Jason Cashe is in that ring. That’s why I have to watch him get flipped over that top rope.
Crazy to think that staying the course in a giant company garners criticism from anyone in the industry, but alas, it does. That’s why I’ve been eager for this moment, to have Jason Cashe face to face with Spencer Adams. I want to show one of the most highly touted free agent acquisitions in AW history what this company looks like. I want Jason Cashe to see who defines this company and that’s Spencer Adams. That’s King Shit. It’s certainly not the seven footer with a supine position fetish. It’s not two guys reuniting to pop themselves. It’s two brothers who are out here dying for this shit.
Speaking of shaky unions, is this the moment that does in The Vanguard? We’ve all been thinking it, been waiting for the moment that Downfall and Dionysus let the bitter waterworks rip and resign from the division that gave them credibility for good. Every other week it seems the critique is the same and it’s because despite standing over the tag title scene for damn near a year, the foundation is only as strong as their own respective happiness and that’s the damn truth. They can’t ever be satisfied with being a pillar for tag team wrestling, because the interest of the individual competitor will always exist as a nagging voice in the back of their heads. There’s no year of wine and roses or climbing back to the top through The Vanguard, just a black hooded Kermit the Frog staring back at them.
Who is Batman and who is Robin? I’d say it’s clear as would literally everyone ever, but that struggle is impossible to ignore. Dion wants his day in the Sun and he wants it BAD, but fails to understand that a hand in everything basically leaves you with nothing. Downfall can see that desire too and it’s a conflict of interest. There’s no taking turns and passing it around through limp dicked attempts at reaching those goals without paranoia and second guessing if this whole thing is throwing off their game in attempted Action Wrestling solo runs.
For King Shit, this is the goal. This match and those titles are in front of us and it’s what we want. It’s what Action Wrestling needs to see, two men coming together as family and taking control of tag team wrestling, because it represents more than just a belt or winning a match. We’re in this match, because we LOVE this..because we’ve bled together just to get to this point, to earn a shot at a shot and just like we have with every match and opponent that’s been thrown at us before, we’re going to grind through Meltdown one elbow, knee strike, and clenched fist at a time. For those not in this battle royal, we know this match won’t be going on last, but after we’ve torn the house down and heard the response from Detroit, you’ll wish it did.
