Post by Addy A on Apr 24, 2024 21:09:32 GMT -5
“It’s rather ironic that this match at Blast is a ladder match, as most in the industry see the Television Title as a step on the climb to the upper echelon and the Action Wrestling World Title.”
“Not me.”
“Yeh, I regret my decision to trade my title for a World Title shot a little over a year ago. But that’s not going to be a mistake I make again. The only time this Television Title will leave my hands now is if it’s pried from my cold dead fingers and that mentality alone spells trouble for my opponents this week. And that’s before we even consider the considerable talent gulf.”
“I know I am not losing this match on talent alone.”
“Not a chance in Hell.”
“That being said, given the lottery-like nature of ladder matches, upsets happen. Given the lottery-like nature of multi-man matches, upsets happen. There’s always stories of underdogs walking away from the big moments covered in glory.”
“But at Blast - That ain’t gonna happen.”
“But y’all welcome to come and try.”
“I’m fucking looking forward to it.”
“Jacob Koenig, I’d give you credit for being Action’s coming of Jesus Christ, but let’s be real about a couple of things the only reason you have found yourself dancing with this devil is because Super Mario couldn’t manufacture big trouble in little china and Z-Mac, well he don’t give a fuck as long he’s got enough money for blow. Well that was fortunate for you that you’re still living and breathing, but it’s just as unfortunate for you because now you find yourself in a ring with me - with a ladder and whatever else I can lay my hands on before I place those same hands around your throat. I’m sure at some point during this battle you will wish that Z-Mac has taken care of your business instead of that other guy.”
“That’s the thing though isn’t Jacob - the other guy would have more at his memorial than you would. See until your name miraculously popped up and people thought, isn't this guy dead? Now you’re back in the land of the living and breathing, the only reason your name is on their tongues is because they are wondering whether I will put in the next Lower Ground match as a sideshow like some gimp locked in chains.”
“Sideshow gimps tend to gravitate towards Action Wrestling, we’ve had plenty roll in and roll out, some stick and become a success a la DRAUGR or the long gone Der Metzger. Others are just there as cannon fodder like this wonderful little fungus Super Mario. Somehow he finds himself here at Blast, ready to trade hands with me for my Television Title. Let me assure you, Mario, that I will not go into my shell and go spinning across the ring when you grow a set. I’m sorry. I’m not your princess.
“No.”
“I am the monster you are trying to save her from.”
“Difference being, I don’t spit fire and I don’t hide behind the solid brick walls of booby-trapped castles. That’s not my style, Mario. I come for you. I put bullets between the eyes of my enemies before they realise that their existence is coming to end. I’ve done that to better men and bigger threats than you, Mario. Your presence in this match only serves as a vehicle for Koenig to get revenge for your own ineptitude. Somehow will have your blood on their hands by the end of the night, Mario. Of that I have no doubt. No matter what though, I will climb well above your ceiling at the end game and when I jump down with the gold firmly retained in my grasp I will crush your skull flat like the pitiful fucking mushroom you really are.”
“Though some would say to be the best you have to beat the best and with Jay Best coming to the ring a weaker mind could say they are doing just that. But I’m not that delusional - I’ll save that for someone else. Jay, the truth is that you're the Best in name and name alone. In fact, your mere presence in this match feels like some poor intern spilled hot coffee on the crotch of Brady Bolt. That doesn’t mean that I would consider your presence a formality to my victory. I don’t roll like that, Jay. When I step into the ring whether I need a three count, a submission or I’ve got to break tables or climb a ladder. I treat all of my opponents the same. I enter the ring to break them.”
“And I will break you.”
“I am the best at that.”
“Like the nightmare you can’t wake from.”
“Niobe Martin - the cockroach that I just can’t kill. I give you credit where credit is due Niobe. You just won’t die. Still you’re nothing more than a pest, a pest that runs away when the spotlight shines on them. It’s a tragedy, because you’ve had chance after chance to become something yet for all the years you’ve existed in Action Wrestling all you have done is hide in dark places and scuttle out to eat on the scraps left behind by others when they can’t see you. Shit, gurl, even the most damage you’ve managed to cause me was a steel chair from Sicko, because I made you tap out before you choked out.”
“Now, like that cockroach that won’t die no matter how many cans of bug-spray I empty - you return to the ring against me just to spite. Nobes, you can do some wonderful things, but you’re cowardly. Like all scavengers you feed on scraps, and when you play in the predator's domain you have nothing to eat unless you slink into crevices and wait for darkness. I’m not Driller. You won’t feed on my kill.”
“You are my kill.”
“One of four.”
“This is my Title.”
“No luck required.”