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Post by Action Reel on Oct 4, 2022 11:56:12 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2022 6:18:24 GMT -5
"We find in the course of average humanly events that no one in Action Wrestling is created equal. Let this preamble be a warning to those in my way that I am no longer on the perceived path of virtue, honor nor defense of the Hardcore Division. My time as champion, brief as it was, taught me that the only way to make this company better is through its subjugation. Stephen Singh took something more than a leather strap bound in gold; no, he took credence from this company. Destabilized an entire subset of our AW. Now the onus falls on me, once again, to take that strap from an attention seeker unfit for carrying its message. Since becoming champion, Singh has only sought to use it as a floatation device through the mirky waters of our unforgiving business. He only survives in this division because its lawlessness compliments his unfathomable means deception. Fans, however, aren't buying his sudden swing in prestige. Everyone knows he hovers fearfully over that barbwire throne every night. Wrought, wrenching with twilight terrors for this rematch. Because Stephen understands what held me back before has no control of me now. No memes will convey that. Same vein, I pity Jessie Lee. Her transcendence since our first meeting at Evolution has been fulfilling her birthright as a Mad Max extra. I expect you've taken a moment to dig up my uncle for "black comdedy"... oh wait, I forgot, your edge is duller than a pair of thrusting digits. Her osmotic existence benefits the amoebic polarization of our unsustainable product for a most discerning public concerned solely by representation. Add her with our masked She-hulk and sapphic hockey goon: box checked.  |
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Post by Stephen Singh on Oct 8, 2022 11:03:23 GMT -5
A black screen. A loud clang cracks the silence.
I deserve this. I deserve to face this more vicious Masuda. I deserve to have Jessie sowing chaos amidst my calculated reign.
Another bang and the sound of air sucked between clenched teeth.
But do I deserve this?
We see only the Hardcore title, streaked with blood and Singh’s hands holding it from below.
After I backslid and tattooed Masuda’s head with it, do I deserve to sling the crimson-stained prize over my shoulder? I’ve been gifted war within a division wherein I get to prove that I need only cut flesh–not corners–to win. There could be no better opportunity for me to build upon the foundation of legacy laid as Finet. There could be no better opportunity to distance the Hardcore Heathen from Theivin’ Stephen, to be THIEF NO MORE. And still, the better angels of my nature falter the moment Teijin colors outside the agreed-upon lines of our battle, I meet him where he now dwells: a cesspool of desperation without honor.
So while I deserve this…
Another loud clang like a gunshot. Its echo is familiar now, the cold steel of a folding chair cracked across a man’s muscle and spine.
It is unclear if I deserve this title. I deserve to bleed, to bruise, to have ligaments torn and perhaps bones broken. To feel the barbed wire, the cement floor, the steel chair. I can’t speak to what either of you truly deserve, that’s yours to know. But I’ve seen the best you each have to offer in that ring so I know one thing for certain:
YOU don’t deserve this fucking title.
Another clang of the chair across his back, and the fingers tighten a grip the challengers are unworthy to pry open. |
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Post by Jessie Lee on Oct 9, 2022 13:40:26 GMT -5
"Would ya take a look at this?"
"I mean, c'mon Teji; if ya don't have shit to say then just admit it. Tryin' to weave some lyrical masterclass horseshit only works when ya have some valid base to stand on; reliance on a commendable lexicon and pop culture references infinitely more successful than you could ever hope to be isn't a solid foundation."
"It's a fuckin' crutch."
"A crutch that you've been leanin' on since day one an' a crutch that Singh kicked out from underneath ya the moment that ya actually started to believe your own contrived shit. I would say that a pathetic shit stain that was never able to step out of the shadow that is the Masuda name, but that's more effort than necessary for a spineless cuck that would rather live safety in what had been built by those you'll never compare to."
"Hardcore isn't just 'bout survival, it's about stayin' true to yourself an' not what other's want ya to be."
"In that regards you've straight fuckin' failed; not as a champion, but as Masuda Tejin."
"Now as far as that ol' codger Stephen Singh goes......well, I'd be straight fuckin' lyin' if I said that I didn't hate that insufferable douche and his overbearingly shitty attitude. 'Cept that doesn't change the reality that he's basically had my number since day fuckin' one. Doesn't mean I like it, but I accept it; I accept that I gotta smash this wall of superiority standin' in my way!"
"Do I deserve to hold the hardcore strap?"
"Maybe not."
"However, that doesn't mean that I can't EARN it. You might think that my scratchin' an' clawin' is ultimately futile, but I ain't gonna stop smashin' that mountain an' toppling you from that peak."
"Fightin' till death ."
"Let's GOOOOOOOOOOOO!" |
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Post by Stephen Singh on Oct 9, 2022 13:57:33 GMT -5
I didn't want to turn Teijin into a lawless dog. I didn't want to make Lee into a glorified bystander. I didn't want to know--before I even step foot in the arena--that I'm going to bounce your skulls off the concrete so hard that one of you is going to retire. That's not what I wanted, but that's what I've got.
I came here to win the right way, I reached out to Teo and he ignored me. So I let his blood inside of a steel cage and then took a title he coveted. I found Masuda Teijin, a man who yammered on about honor and duty and what it meant to represent a division and Action Wrestling. And the moment the going got tough, the moment Stephen Singh let Masuda's blood and took a title HE coveted, Masuda flip-flops like a fish out of water, like a catch of the day on my cutting board that I'm going to clean filet, and swallow whole.
Jessie Lee, can't give me what I need. You can hold fast to your ideals and morals but you're not one to win a Golden Goddamned match here. I saw your ceiling back on Cruiser Clash and the foundation of my legacy was built atop that already. You're in over you head, and it's going to get cracked open.
So it's just me then. In a business dominated by the Angelos, the Divitos, the Blakes--villains all--I am not simply re-writing MY legacy in your blood Masuda and Jessie, but I'm re-writing this whole fucking business. The new manual and how to be a champion, a hero, a GOLDEN GOD is written in the blood of the lesser. Congratulations on being the first chapter. |
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