Post by Stephen Singh on Oct 16, 2022 12:11:28 GMT -5
Napa Valley looks green but in between the big showy vines is dirt. That’s where the work is, where the success is, it’s down in the unseen ditches full of grit and grime. (not Grime though, I know this is a WCF Reunion of sorts but that’s not what we’re talking about here.) A lot of people just want the spoils of work, of war, of the tilling and cultivating. Stephen Singh, Odin Balfore, and Dionysus have planted the seeds of their success for years. They’ve bled and sweat into the earth to create perfect conditions for something beautiful, something rich and delicious to blossom now all these seasons later.
A dustcloud is stirred up as a helicopter hovers some 20-odd feet from the ground. A ladder cascades down and down it descends Action Wrestling Hardcore Champion Stephen Singh. He’s in his finest summer linens and has a cheshire grin plastered across his face as multiple sunhats are whisked away by the deeply unnecessary helicopter-use.
Singh: Faithful Stephenites! Is this not the biggest helicopter leasing event in the Western Hemisphere since 1997?!
All ignored him save one; Dionysus strides towards Singh who extends a hand and a smile. Dionysus shakes it in good faith and Singh slaps him on the shoulder as they walk back toward a table Dionysus thoughtfully had waiting.
Singh: Well I guess I’m going to start with a dry white!
Dionysus: Plenty to choose from but this place has an exceptionally lovely Sauvignon Blanc from twenty fifte–
Singh: Ohhhh Nuke Rat, YOU’RE the dry white I’m talking about.
Dionysus: Of course, here I was thinking we might begin this fruitful partnership with a toast in lieu of insults but I should have known better.
Singh: Old friend, I am here. And I shook your hand, didn’t I? I certainly could’ve pulled it away and ran it through my lovely hair–which would have been objectively HILARIOUS–but I didn’t! But expecting me to not bust your balls? To avoid stomping your grapes a little bit? To give you a swirl to check the legs–
Dionysus: How many wine metaphors are we doing today?
Singh: How long you got?
They sit and with a small wave of Dion’s hand a server hustles over with a number of bottles. He shows each to Dionysus who either nods approvingly or shakes his head and the server fetches a different one.
Singh: Ya know Dion…You’re different.
Dionysus: Perhaps your perspective has changed.
Singh: True as that may be, I think you’ve changed as well. You have a certain confidence and self of sense that wasn’t always there in the dub.
Dionysus: That place was a poison.
Singh: People have said the same of alcohol.
Dionysus: Indeed, and that place intoxicated a great many. To me, it was a constant hangover, a headache whose only cure was time away. And indeed in its absence…I’ve flourished.
Stephen considers whether or not he can do the same. He’s bled into the soil of his legacy, can it flower here? He raises a glass to Dionysus.
Singh: Then to a flourishing new partnership, Dion!
Dionysus: Two of them are already Tag Team Champions. Their partnership has already flourished and produced gold. What makes you so confident?
The Hardcore Champion thinks about the crimson streaks of blood on his own title and takes another sip of the wine.
Singh: Spencer Adams and CJ Phoenix are do-nothing sad-sack-suckers who don’t deserve to hold our fucking bags. If they start to gain any momentum we’ll just turn a Dashboard Confessional song on real loud and their inevitable tears will fill the ring and they can float on back to midcard mulkie monotony where they belong.
Spencer Adams has been promoted to the point of his failure time and time again in Action Wrestling. This place has seen fit to put his name alongside men greater than him to ensure interest in their only true black star. If your beloved SJW were here, he’d certainly question why is #ActionSoWhite? I don’t begrudge Spencerton his successes; he’s a perfectly serviceable wrestler who deserved and earned a perfectly serviceable career. But that’s the best compliment I can pay you, Spence. Availability is an ability and you’ve got that in spades.
Shit…can’t say you’ve got it in spades. Definitely racist…Hold on, lemme think…
Availability is an ability and you’ve got it by the truckload. But we both know why you’re always here, always available, waiting patiently for your next Rooney Rule opportunity. BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE FUCKING WANTS YOU. We’re burying you deeper than Slab City, Spencer.
CJ, when you choose coattails to ride, they should be attached to TALETN. Every time you fall in line behind someone, it’s a “talent” topped out at the mid-tier. You’re an athlete, a grinder, a would-be-great. But these men of means (means as in AVERAGE) aren’t going to push you. They coddle you. Word is you’ve been feeling “numb” for a bit. Get used to it because if I see you in the ring against me on Monday, I’m going to snap your neck and you won’t be feeling a damn thing anymore.
And Johnny boy doesn’t have the slightest fucking inkling about what he’s walking into. These other two have some basic concept of the fact that any of the three of us could stomp their brains in without breaking a sweat. But Cedrone? He has no fucking idea. And his head is still stuck in that blood feud with Elijah.
But us, Dion? Our bond is forged in blood. I watched you hoist that WCF World Title, driving David Sanchez out of his mind and–truthfully–effectively killing Everest. You watched as I outlasted LEGENDS in Ultimate Showdown to win my first title in a match I wasn’t even supposed to be in. Odin and I beat the ever-loving SHIT out of each other for months. Not a single man on the other side has been through wars like that. We haven’t tagged together before…but we know each other better than they could possibly hope to. This Trios Cup is ours to win. And it’s going to look Golden Goddamned great in my legacy.
