Post by Elijah Martin on Aug 27, 2022 2:06:59 GMT -5
… And he began to teach them that the Son of Man must suffer many things and be rejected by the elders and the chief priests and the scribes and be killed, and after three days rise again. And he said this plainly. And Peter took him aside and began to rebuke him. But turning and seeing his disciples, he rebuked Peter and said, “Get behind me, Satan! For you are not setting your mind on the things of God, but on the things of man.”
And calling the crowd to him with his disciples, he said to them, “If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. For whoever would save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for my sake and the gospel’s will save it. For what does it profit a man to gain the whole world and forfeit his soul? For what can a man give in return for his soul? For whoever is ashamed of me and of my words in this adulterous and sinful generation, of him will the Son of Man also be ashamed when he comes in the glory of his Father with the holy angels.”
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Stop me if you heard this before: I hate moving. It’s amazing how you don’t realize how much shit you own until you have to pack it all up and move from one place to another! Over the course of the last six months, I had been looking for a way out of the dread and filth of The Bronx, yet still somehow remain a part of the Empire State. For as bad as my hometown can be, Lord knows I wasn’t crossing the river to live in fucking New Jersey, which makes bad parts of The Bronx look like paradise… the southern part of Connecticut is filled with a bunch of wannabe New Yorkers who can’t hold my jock strap… I would never consider living in northern Connecticut or higher because of the Red Sox and Patriots… so what’s a born and raised diehard New Yorker supposed to do for a better place to live without leaving the state?!
Welcome to the new Casa Martin in Commack, a nice suburb on Long Island that I’ve always dreamt of living in since I was old enough to start dreaming of having my own place to live. It’s got 3 bedrooms and 3 full bathrooms, everything a grown man needs for the victory parties after big matches, just in case a few of the boys get a little too fucked up to drive home. But before I start planning any parties or housewarming shit with the neighborhood, I gotta finish unpacking the rest of my shit!
At this point, I’ve already moved the shit I will pretty much never need up into the attic or down into the basement, plus all the furniture for the living room, dining room and two of the bedrooms is all good to go. The last bedroom is going to remain pretty empty for now until I decide whether or not I wanna turn it into an office, but that’s all boring shit you don’t want or need to know about.
I’m currently unpacking a couple of boxes in the kitchen with stuff for the pantry and other stuff, when suddenly the doorbell rings. I slam down the couple bottles of unopened spices in my hands back inside the box and march my white ass from the kitchen island to the front door. I open the door, and…
EM: You look like a fucking mess, B.
Brian Cady: Yeah no shit, Sherlock.
The legal representation for me is looking a little worse for wear after the events that happened a few nights ago on Clash, as Brian walks right in wearing a pair of khakis, a white and burgundy striped dress shirt, a burgundy sports coat and a burgundy tie with white dots speckled throughout. And oh yeah, did I mention he has a neck brace on AND he’s carrying his traditional black Samsonite briefcase?
Brian kicks off his white sneakers just inside the doorway before making his way into the living room and slowly taking a seat in the middle of the couch. I shut the door and follow into the room, stopping in front of my leather recliner.
BC: Just skip the bullshit, I’m not hungry or thirsty yet, take a seat.
EM: Okay brother, not a problem. (take a seat) So uh… how’s the neck?
BC: Yeah yeah, I’m sure you got a real fucking good laugh at that… there’s a reason I didn’t last as long as you in the business and decided to finish Law School - the money just wasn’t worth the pain when I knew I had an easy way out.
EM: You got two things right - leaving the business for law, and you bet your ass I got a good laugh at you flopping like a dead fish out there for Jonny!
BC: Well good for you… so be honest, did you even read the entire contract you had me get signed by Jonny that night?
EM: Oh come on B, you really think I read every line of ALL the contracts I have to look at for my matches?! If it’s just a regular match with no special stipulations and no titles on the line, I flip to the signature, sign on the dotted line and hand that bitch right back.
BC: Okay, fair…. but this is a pay per view match against a dude you just beat recently for The Pure Cup AND you embarrassed the fuck out of him by laying him out and busting him open in front of his wife. You didn’t think that maybe, just MAYBE… Jonny would try to sneak a fast one by you.
EM: Oh B come on let’s be real, you really think that sorry pile of dog shit with a wife whose body is more fake than a Bratz Doll is smart enough to try and pull something sly on your boy?!
Brian opens the briefcase on my glass coffee table, pulls out a Manila envelope with what I would assume is the contract for Uprising and tosses it to me.
BC: Maybe you should be more receptive of the phrase, “don’t judge a book by its cover.”
I open the envelope, pull the contract out and open to the page where Brian put a sticky flag pointing at a paragraph he had gone over with yellow highlighter.
EM: Okay, there’s an automatic rematch clause that can be used by the loser of our match anytime within the first thirty days after Uprising… what’s the problem?
BC: Are you that thick or do you REALLY not have a grasp on what you’ve done to this man?!
EM: Oh stop the shit B, I beat his ass in the middle of the ring for The Pure Cup, but he couldn’t keep my name out of his mouth after that show…
BC: … AND?!
EM: …and I beat his ass so bad about two weeks ago that his wife had to get the medics to wheel his ass to the nearest hospital for a blood transfusion. I was right fucking there B, what do you want me to say?
BC: I want you to admit that maybe, for the first time in the twenty years we have known each other as fellow wrestlers AND as close friends… that you may have bitten off a little more than you can chew by picking a fight with a man that is ordered by more than JUST the folks in Vegas!
EM: Oh come on B, you can’t be serious… you really think this guy has connections within the same circles that we’ve been running with all these years?
BC: Listen brother, I haven’t dug up anything directly linking him to OUR circles… but there’s some smoke with similar circles both in Vegas and in the Midwest.
I place the contract back into the envelope just as I found it, close up the envelope and toss it back to Brian.
EM: So what you’re trying to say is… there might be like a two percent chance that me and Jonny are potentially starting a war between our boys and whoever the fuck he rolls deep with.
BC (closes his briefcase): Yeah E, that’s uh…. That’s the long and short of what I’m trying to tell you.
EM: Okay, so let me ask you this - when the fuck did THAT business decide to back someone that’s a professional wrestler? I’ve heard of boxers, baseball teams, basketball teams… but a fucking pro wrestler lol HIM?!
BC: I don’t know what the fuck you want me to tell you, except warn you not to do anything wild and out of control against this dude until I get the proper research done in the next couple of weeks.
EM: So if I lose, hold off as long as I can within the thirty-day clause to get my rematch. But if I win, blow off Jonny and the bosses at AW as long as possible until we get your recon back…
BC: Bingo, bango, bongo - you got it E!
EM: Fine, I will obey your request… but if that boy tries to do me dirty at any point this Monday, I ain’t gonna take that shit lying down like a bitch!!
BC: Of course E, I wouldn’t expect you to.
FADE TO BLACK
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FLASHBACK TO PURE CUP 3 FINALS - AUGUST 1, 2022
Cedrone rolls Martin into the ring and then slides on top of the canvas after him. Martin gets up and Cedrone bulldogs him down to the canvas from behind! Martin rolls over and Cedrone tries to put him in a sleeper!
Nate Nytro: He could tap him out right here!
Mike Massaro: Thats right, only submissions or knock outs! Thats the way to finish this off!
Martin lifts himself to his feet and grabs Cedrone up and hits a big time belly to belly suplex onto the canvas!
Cedrone tries to roll away but Martin locks him into an armbar!
Mike Massaro: The armbar!! Thats dangerous!
Cedrone lifts himself up out of it and breaks the hold!
Nate Nytro: WOW!! WHAT A WAY TO GET OUT OF IT!
Cedrone ducks the punch from Martin and hits him with a rib shot! Another knee! He picks him up on his shoulders and drops him with the Attitude Adjustment!
Nate Nytro: What a move from Cedrone!
Martin rolls over to his stomach as Cedrone comes in to punt kick him in the head!
Mike Massaro: LOOK OUT!
Cedrone missves as Martin gets up and grabs Cedrone from behind into a sleeper dragon hold and THEN HITS A DRAGON SLEEPER SUPLEX!!
Mike Massaro: OH SHOOOT!
Martin fires up and Cedrone is on his knees and Martin smashes him with a DEATH BY FOREARM FROM BEHIND!!
Mike Massaro: DBF TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!!
Martin gets on top of Cedrone and drops another forearm! A third forearm and the official breaks it up and calls it!!
DING DING DING
Mike Massaro: ELIJAH MARTIN WINS!!
Nate Nytro: ELIJAH IS THE PURE CUP THREE WINNER!!
The 800 in attendance all drunken cheer as Elijah Martin gets to his feet and the official raises his hand in victory. Gloria comes down the small ramp and helps Cedrone off the ring canvas and to his feet.
Nate Nytro: What a victory for Elijah Martin! Elijah Martin goes into the record books as the Pure Cup III winner!
The official brings in the trophy and gives it to Elijah as he holds it up. Elijah celebrates, drenched in sweat but happy none the less!
Mike Massaro: What a night! Pure Cup 3 was a successful way to start this week's worth of AW shows right here on CBS!
Nate Nytro: That it was! Stay tuned right here for CruiserClash! And of course 3 hours of Monday Night Clash coming to you live tonight too!
Elijah Martin celebrates as Pure Cup winner..
Mike Massaro: Goodnight everybody! Congratulations to Elijah Martin!
The crowd cheers as Martin stands in the ring alone and we fade off the air.
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Mmmm… can you smell that, folks? And no, I’m not talking about the stench of New Jersey from across the Hudson, neither am I talking about the stench of disgusting body odor from all the virgins that’ll be escaping their mommy’s basements to check out Uprising this Monday night. The smell that is stinging the nostrils isn’t Sex Panther, nor is it the stench of some poor soul shitting themselves while taking the train home from work on the 7 Line. The sweet aroma is called SUCCESS, my little babies… the success of a man who has finally found his stride in Action Wrestling and knows EXACTLY the steps he wants to take in the coming months with the company.
And now that I’m all settled into my new posh residence on Long Island, far away from the cesspool known as The Bronx that I was once proud of living in a long time ago, I can turn my focus back to what I’m best at - breaking bones, drawing blood and making grown men look like the biggest pussies on the face of the Earth. My own personal continuous world tour of destruction makes a stop at Arthur Ashe Stadium within the confines of the US National Tennis Center in Flushing Meadows, where I get to face off in a match against the man I embarrassed in the finals of Pure Cup 3 less than a month ago - the one and only Jonny Cedrone.
Let me ask a question to all of the “Cedronian Warriors” out there in Fairy Tale Land - what scenario in your small warped minds makes you believe that the self proclaimed “King of Sexy” even has a snowball’s chance in Hell of pinning my shoulders to the mat for three seconds or making me tap out to any of his submission holds? I’ve already beat the guy once before less than a month ago, I left him in a pool of his own blood less than two weeks ago, and the best response he had for ANY of that was… laying out my lawyer who had come in peace to get a contract signed?! I mean, you wanna talk about the textbook definition of Small Dick Energy and Napoleon Complex, there it is for ya!
I’m gonna lay this out in very simple terms, so even the low IQ fan base that Jonny attracts can understand - YOU… ARE NOT… ON MY LEVEL!! You can do all the training in Vegas that you want, try all the new hot fitness or dieting trends on TikTok, you could even try to recruit some of your friends from Sin City to provide backup for you - in the end, the result is always going to be the same. I owned you in Pure Cup, I took your sense of security away from you when I laid you out two weeks ago, and now it’s time for me to take the only two things left in your life - your delicious looking wife Gloria… and YOUR SOUL!!
I don’t look at Uprising as a test or a challenge or the boss level of some game I’m playing, it’s simply just another stepping stone towards my rightful place as a champion in Action Wrestling. You can try making this as personal as you want it to be, but that is a mistake only a weak man with no balls would do to try and dig up what little motivation exists in his feeble mind. I wasn’t afraid of you heading into Pure Cup, I definitely wasn’t afraid of you when I left you bleeding in front of your wife two weeks ago, and I sure as fuck ain’t afraid of your punk ass heading into this match. I’m going to use you as an example of what I am truly capable of when I’m at my peak - being the best damn professional wrestler on God’s green earth. In the end Jonny, you’re playing on beginner, and I’m just on a whole… notha… level.
