Post by Airborne on Nov 26, 2023 4:11:30 GMT -5
Well asshole you asked for me to show up, to make my mark as the champion, to not ignore you…now that I did all you asked…I must wonder…are you happy with what you wished for?
(Airborne is picking thumbtacks from his torso.)
Probably not, considering the concussion protocol you’re currently going through.
(He smiles.)
Let’s be honest, I was a stupid motherfucker the moment I leapt off that ladder. It was a glimpse of my history, a slice of a life I promised myself was in the past. But fucking shit I enjoyed it. The thrill of the unknown the second my feet left the top step of the ladder. The rush of adrenaline that coursed through my veins as my body crashed through the nails, the wood, the…you. The taste of the blood, the enjoyment of feeling alive while flirting with death. Hell, even the comfort from the E.M.T.s felt great. All and all, 10/10, I highly recommended.
(He gives a thumbs-up.)
But even I was surprised by my favorite part…looking back at you, unconscious, in a pile of splintered wood and freshly stained concrete…it made me happy.
(He spits blood, then smiles.)
When I was young, happiness was hope, possibilities. When I got older, happiness was escaping reality via any method available. Then happiness was a cruel joke, life’s little way to trick me into giving tomorrow a chance. But then, my definition of happiness got redefined. I got a wrestling contract…that made me happy, kinda. Then I won the title that was everything, and that made me happy, sort of. And then I leapt off the ladder…and since then I got a whole new perspective on what happiness means to me.
(He silently chuckles.)
Happiness to me...means hurting others...like those who worship false Gods, like Karlie, and Hotaka. Or those who focus on delusion over substance, like ZMAC. But then what about hurting you made me so happy?…
(Airborne’s grin becomes sadistic.)
It was your dumb fucking speech that opened the show last week. I mean the original plan was to for me to show up and take my victory lap via the mic; but the second I heard your speech, I knew it needed to be more, bigger...painful.
(He slowly drops the thumbtacks he pulled from his flesh into a metal container.)
Your words were lazy, thoughtless, ugly. It sounded like you asked artificial intelligence to create a chip on your shoulder. It was so thoroughly soaked with assumptions that it really pissed me off.
(Airborne rises towards the camera.)
When you insulted my point of view, I knew you needed a wakeup call. When you doubted yourself, I knew you needed an ass kicking. But when you dared to question my passion, I knew you’ve earned total annihilation.
(The champ snickers like the devil is whispering in his ear.)
It’s time for you to start tossing and turning, hearing those dreaded air raid sirens echoing in your nightmares, for I don’t give a shit about your partner. I’ll allow you to waste time drooling over his accomplishments like they’re your own. You dared question my time off in the same breath you excused yourself; do you spell hypocritical…A-N-D-R-E?
(He grabs the camera closer, causing the medical staff to reposition.)
But let me trump your big talk with some real talk; I do see you as nothing, just like the whole Cruiserweight division sees you as nothing…just like they see me. Fuck man. We’re two nothings fighting to be something.
(He shrugs his shoulders with an odd expression of confidence.)
But that’s where I win. I’m smart enough to know words only get you so far on CruiserClash, it’s actions that make you a legend. Hence the ambulance…the ladder…and my Infamy 450.
(Airborne walks away from a group of medical professionals, begging him to stay.)
While you’re debating about your excuses, I’m ensuring my legacy with “Holy Shit-Holy Shit” as my new fan lead themed song.
(Airborne stumbles a bit, a clear sign he’s not okay, but he responds with a smile, for this is just the kind of high he loves getting paid for reaching.)