Post by Ziaire Green on Dec 18, 2022 4:52:06 GMT -5
Trainer: Green. Come here real quick.
Ziaire: What’s good?
Trainer: What are we doing here?
Ziaire: Working.
Trainer: Towards what exactly?
Ziaire: To move up, honestly.
Trainer: Really? Over who? Dorian? Tommy? Freddy?
Ziaire: What do they have to do with any of this?
Trainer: EVERYTHING. They’re names, Z. They MATTER around here and what makes you think you’re skipping the line on wrestling royalty and prodigal sons’uh bitches?
Ziaire: I can work harder. I can go further.
Trainer: Off WHAT fucking shot!?
First and foremost, I’m a competitor, but we all come up as spectators and die-hards of this profession. That’s how you get into it in the first place, right? Every single person who walks through that curtain was a boy or a girl with a dream once upon a time and now with opportunity laid at doorsteps like the broken-neck mockingbird that the cat dragged in, that dream feels in reach. It’s tangible and people are salivating over the idea that THEY could be the one to carry Cruiserweight wrestling in AW into the new year.
Clash remains the status quo, because the Cruiserweight division is still stuck in limbo. This brand doesn’t create new stars and is typically satisfied with playing it safe by using its old ones to get by from week to week. Pasternak and Powers are out here pulling in anybody who’s anybody while Joey Bunga has to force the hand of a buzz worthy prospect like Remy Nouveau and hold him here on a loophole, because that’s what this has all amounted to, taking someone’s contract for ransom when it became clear from the jump that they didn’t want to even be in the locker room.
Let’s talk about Teo. Let’s talk about THE cruiserweight, the man who has done everything there is to do on this show and has everything in the world to show for it. See, Teo gets to hold the world in the palm of his hand while the world in question is dying, because it’s nothing more than a dwarf planet and the man who represents it hasn’t had real competition in ages. The competition got soft and as a result, Teo himself got soft. He got soft and went from holding the top prize for seven out of the last twelve months to letting it slip in a non-rubber match to a woman more primed for conservatorship than carrying a television show.
More than a dozen names have been announced who are supposed to be the torch carriers, but that ring’s been dim while they’ve been here. As of right now, I’m considered nobody, but that’s why I’m dangerous. The old playbook is tired, dated. Bunga, CruiserClash, every single name on the flyer for this thing has been trying to run the triangle twenty-five years too late. It’s time to modernize, to adapt, and to get on board with someone willing to do things differently. I’ve never been a world champion, my dad isn’t a hall of famer in a bought out legacy company, and I haven’t been given a trillion shots at random international tag belts like somebody around here has. This business has given me nothing and doesn’t plan to.
The OCW trainee dropped and rolled out gingerly, collecting his breath and wiping beads of sweat from his brow with a towel as he did so.
Trainer: What are we doing here?
Ziaire: Working.
Trainer: Towards what exactly?
Ziaire: To move up, honestly.
Trainer: Really? Over who? Dorian? Tommy? Freddy?
Ziaire: What do they have to do with any of this?
Trainer: EVERYTHING. They’re names, Z. They MATTER around here and what makes you think you’re skipping the line on wrestling royalty and prodigal sons’uh bitches?
Ziaire: I can work harder. I can go further.
Trainer: Off WHAT fucking shot!?
CruiserClash.
You need a shakeup and you need it badly.
First and foremost, I’m a competitor, but we all come up as spectators and die-hards of this profession. That’s how you get into it in the first place, right? Every single person who walks through that curtain was a boy or a girl with a dream once upon a time and now with opportunity laid at doorsteps like the broken-neck mockingbird that the cat dragged in, that dream feels in reach. It’s tangible and people are salivating over the idea that THEY could be the one to carry Cruiserweight wrestling in AW into the new year.
It’s been a hundred weekly shows and counting.
Tons of pay per views.
Why is this still a B show?
Why is it that CruiserClash jerks the curtains and allows the show deemed as flagship to brush it off to stage left as if this show never occurred in the first place?
The tag division?
A revolving door of duos keeping seats warm until Deathstars resume reigning over nobody or Teo decides it’s time to tug on Andre Jenson’s short leash and carry the weight of two to the tune of a sixth reign.
Let’s talk about Teo. Let’s talk about THE cruiserweight, the man who has done everything there is to do on this show and has everything in the world to show for it. See, Teo gets to hold the world in the palm of his hand while the world in question is dying, because it’s nothing more than a dwarf planet and the man who represents it hasn’t had real competition in ages. The competition got soft and as a result, Teo himself got soft. He got soft and went from holding the top prize for seven out of the last twelve months to letting it slip in a non-rubber match to a woman more primed for conservatorship than carrying a television show.
CruiserClash is clown shoes, but it doesn’t have to be.
It can be rebuilt better.
I can rebuild it better, because I’m not supposed to.
More than a dozen names have been announced who are supposed to be the torch carriers, but that ring’s been dim while they’ve been here. As of right now, I’m considered nobody, but that’s why I’m dangerous. The old playbook is tired, dated. Bunga, CruiserClash, every single name on the flyer for this thing has been trying to run the triangle twenty-five years too late. It’s time to modernize, to adapt, and to get on board with someone willing to do things differently. I’ve never been a world champion, my dad isn’t a hall of famer in a bought out legacy company, and I haven’t been given a trillion shots at random international tag belts like somebody around here has. This business has given me nothing and doesn’t plan to.
The solution?
I take it.
