Post by Jaice Wilds on Nov 11, 2023 15:28:55 GMT -5
The following is a letter addressed to Raja, intercepted and published to the Action Wrestling website.
Two weeks ago, I gave you an out. I had one piece of business to handle, and then I would be out of your hair. I didn't want your title, I didn't care about you, and I was willing to hand you the easiest win of your career thus far. And one would have thought, given your history of requiring outside interference to win a match, that you would have taken the out and gone on with your career.
But like I said last week, you're greedy. It wasn't enough for you to walk away with your title; you saw my name and decided to build your legitimacy by putting my name on your win column. And while you're a hapless fool, you're also smart enough to keep two Yes Men on payroll to do your dirty work. So- to some degree, I suppose- you managed to get that W at my expense. The thing is, you couldn't pin me, Raja. You wanted to so badly, but you just couldn't bring yourself to do it.
Why not?
Why couldn't the Crowned Prince of Tripura bring himself to pin the Emperor of Hell Dorado and claim victory? Why couldn't the champion manage to submit the Greatest to Ever Do The Damn Thing? What made you freeze and fail to pull the trigger on me, Raja?
Could it be that you felt it?
Did you feel what thousands in that stadium felt last week when I went to the top turnbuckle?
Did you feel what millions watching at home felt as they rose from their couches in anticipation?
Did you feel the electricity that was surging out of my person, out to the world over??
Did you feel the power of my inevitability as I came mere moments from dethroning you as CBS Champion??
Oh, yes, Raja; you felt it. You felt as your power, your relevance, your reign was being ripped from your grasp as I ascended to my rightful place in the sky to lay the final judgment. And your only saving grace was that, as my attention was drawn to that peasant who shall not be named again, your little manservants put their hands on me to slow my momentum. A wise move, I admit; without the Keer Twins, I would have ended both of you and your reign as CBS Champion.
But rest assured, Raja; you will not be so lucky this week. With your personal ass cleaners banned from ringside, you are all alone for the first time in your life. And when a glorified development talent is without his crutches against arguable the greatest wrestler of our time, he learns very quickly that he was never truly prepared to face a competitor so fierce; so battle worn… so goddamn good. And when you realize that you are nothing without your little conjoined parasites, it will be too late and there will be a new CBS Champion crowned.
And here's where things get fun, Raja: when I defeat you this week and capture the CBS Championship, I'm taking it back to CruiserClash with me. And the first thing I'm going to do is challenge either- or hell, both- of the Keer Twins to come over, accept a title opportunity, and try to bring the CBS Title back to their precious leader and Clash. But when they fail…
When they've failed to defeat me, Raja, I'm going to make sure you don't get another title opportunity until I've defended it against everyone that CruiserClash has to offer. And by then… well, I'm just thinking your cousin will have had the opportunity to capitalize on your wounded spirit and take back what is rightfully his.
Your descent into madness begins Monday, Raja. And it only ends when you accept your place in this world- under the feet of Hajeet, and the discerning eye of the Last General.
See you on Clash, chump.
Two weeks ago, I gave you an out. I had one piece of business to handle, and then I would be out of your hair. I didn't want your title, I didn't care about you, and I was willing to hand you the easiest win of your career thus far. And one would have thought, given your history of requiring outside interference to win a match, that you would have taken the out and gone on with your career.
But like I said last week, you're greedy. It wasn't enough for you to walk away with your title; you saw my name and decided to build your legitimacy by putting my name on your win column. And while you're a hapless fool, you're also smart enough to keep two Yes Men on payroll to do your dirty work. So- to some degree, I suppose- you managed to get that W at my expense. The thing is, you couldn't pin me, Raja. You wanted to so badly, but you just couldn't bring yourself to do it.
Why not?
Why couldn't the Crowned Prince of Tripura bring himself to pin the Emperor of Hell Dorado and claim victory? Why couldn't the champion manage to submit the Greatest to Ever Do The Damn Thing? What made you freeze and fail to pull the trigger on me, Raja?
Could it be that you felt it?
Did you feel what thousands in that stadium felt last week when I went to the top turnbuckle?
Did you feel what millions watching at home felt as they rose from their couches in anticipation?
Did you feel the electricity that was surging out of my person, out to the world over??
Did you feel the power of my inevitability as I came mere moments from dethroning you as CBS Champion??
Oh, yes, Raja; you felt it. You felt as your power, your relevance, your reign was being ripped from your grasp as I ascended to my rightful place in the sky to lay the final judgment. And your only saving grace was that, as my attention was drawn to that peasant who shall not be named again, your little manservants put their hands on me to slow my momentum. A wise move, I admit; without the Keer Twins, I would have ended both of you and your reign as CBS Champion.
But rest assured, Raja; you will not be so lucky this week. With your personal ass cleaners banned from ringside, you are all alone for the first time in your life. And when a glorified development talent is without his crutches against arguable the greatest wrestler of our time, he learns very quickly that he was never truly prepared to face a competitor so fierce; so battle worn… so goddamn good. And when you realize that you are nothing without your little conjoined parasites, it will be too late and there will be a new CBS Champion crowned.
And here's where things get fun, Raja: when I defeat you this week and capture the CBS Championship, I'm taking it back to CruiserClash with me. And the first thing I'm going to do is challenge either- or hell, both- of the Keer Twins to come over, accept a title opportunity, and try to bring the CBS Title back to their precious leader and Clash. But when they fail…
When they've failed to defeat me, Raja, I'm going to make sure you don't get another title opportunity until I've defended it against everyone that CruiserClash has to offer. And by then… well, I'm just thinking your cousin will have had the opportunity to capitalize on your wounded spirit and take back what is rightfully his.
Your descent into madness begins Monday, Raja. And it only ends when you accept your place in this world- under the feet of Hajeet, and the discerning eye of the Last General.
See you on Clash, chump.