Post by Lockhart on Jan 6, 2019 20:23:44 GMT -5
When I look around and see everything that I have around me, I believe that I”m living the dream. I’ve got my #Krew behind me, we’re rolling in the VolkSWAGGIN’ damn near everyday bumping loud music, snorting lines, drinking henny (J.R Smitty come hang with us sometime, yeah?) and chilling with some of the most beautiful women we can find. To top it all off, when I’m feeling the urge to fly into a fit of rage as my restlessness and inability to function without some sort of drug in my system comes surging out, I can just look into my gym bag or sometimes, on my shoulder and see that World Heavyweight Title staring back at me.
It’s a beautiful thing, really. It sedates me, keeps me satisfied. The knowledge that I have earned something and that no-one can take it away unless I’m the one that allows it to be taken. Before this belt, I had the All-In Briefcase to keep me sane. And before that? It was the alcohol, the cocaine, the women.
It’s not necessarily the belt that’s keeping me happy right now, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a huge part of it. At the end of the day, my circle has grown smaller and smaller, even as my fame and popularity have grown. And as those things have developed in my life, I’ve felt myself become a better and more honest version of myself - something that I had once kept hidden away under the facade of being a “good” person.
To tell you the truth, I don’t really believe in the idea that their are “good” people. Not in the depressed, edgelord kind of manner, but more in the way that we’re all just… people. We do shit we aren’t proud of, other people forgive and forget, we move on. I’m not here to live out my dreams for OTHER people, I’m here to do it for myself at the end of the day, and I wouldn’t blame anyone else for doing the same.
Maybe that’s why when I look at my boy Wade Moor, I feel a bit of guilt. Sometimes when I’m carrying this World Championship around, hoisting it above my head or doing lines on it, it feels as though these gigantic shoes I’m wearing are just a little too big.
That’s not to say I don’t think I deserve this shit. I damn well do. I’ve gone on a tear that only the best of the best in the wrestling industry have ever gone on. There are few who have been able to boast a record of 18 wins and only 2 losses to kick off the first year of their career. It’s almost unheard of, really.
But then I think back to where those 2 losses came from, and I see Wade Moor. I see the shoes that I’m unable to fully fill at this point in time. Maybe it’ll come sometime soon. After all, I only continue to improve and evolve my game as each match goes by. This month, I plan on learning what it takes to be a true World Champion. This experience will only further assert the reign of dominance I began in 2018, and will pencil me in as not only as Action Wrestling’s Greatest Original, but as Action Wrestling’s Greatest Wrestler… period.
But even I must admit that the time for that won’t come until I have defeated Wade one-on-one. We have enough respect for one another and the #BeachKrew to know that we aren’t going to ruin the great thing we have going by feuding for the belt… but we both know it in the end. To really call myself the greatest, and to really be the World Champion I want to be? I’ll have to beat him.
He knows it too, and he welcomes the challenge. We’re both competitors, we both see it in each others eyes. He’s one of the greatest to ever do it, and I’m the up and coming superstar that is trying to fit into that category of being an all-time great. That’s why we have each other in such high regard, we have the hunger and fire that not many people nowadays do.
Until that times comes though, I’m going to destroy all challengers.
My life outside of wrestling may be terrible, as I lose the friends I once had and that “romance” with Amber may now be gone…
But what I have right now? The glitz and glamour? The gold? The #Krew?
It’s better than anything.
Anything.
‘Hello, Rose. I’m sure by now the nerves for you are starting to kick-in, and the situation you’re being faced with is becoming more real by the second. If I was in your position? I would be fuckin’ terrified, no lie. You’re a below average competitor with no real record of success coming up against arguably one of the greatest of the modern era of professional wrestling, and not only that… but a World Champion who is coming of the best rookie year in said era, challenged only by Wade Moor’s incredible first-year run in WCF.
‘No one is going to blame you for getting destroyed during this match. You’re not going to win, but you know that already, don’t you? I didn’t spend the better part of a year eviscerating a majority of the roster - including practically all of the other “World Title Contenders” just to win the belt and then come into 2019 and get upset by the likes of you.
‘Even if we disregard your sub-par record and your inability to even capture something simple like the Television Title - you simply don’t have the mentality to combat someone of my caliber. You’re childish, unrefined, and you give into your emotions too much. You don’t think logically. When you look at the name across from you on the card and start cutting your promo, your initial reaction is to tell them that you’re going to beat them up.
‘It’s almost too basic to believe. You’re a cardboard cutout. No personality, no real emotions, no reasoning behind your thoughts. You’re just here for the ride. Occasionally you’ll get the win, but most of the time you get knocked back. Me? I’ve been a killer since the first day I arrived here at Action Wrestling. I made it clear that I was going to be the most entertaining guy on the roster, and I’ve proven that each and every time I've stepped in between those ropes. From my battles with Wade Moor, to my victory at All-In, to the bloodbath between Shadowlove and I at Execution. I’ve put on the best shows and more often than not? I’ve come out with the win. This is what I do, this is why I’m the World Champion, and this is why you don’t even have the slightest chance at coming away with my belt after our match.
‘I’m a performer, through and through. I’ve been battle-tested, and I have earned each and every one of my victories, and suffered through my defeats and learned from them. The champions I have defeated, the greats that I have felled? They’ve all built me into the monster you’re about to see standing across from you, and once we’ve gone through the initial skirmishes in our match-ups… that’s when it’ll hit you.
‘You’ll see the pure athleticism, the control and willpower, and the technical ability, and you’ll realize something: You don’t belong here. This is a complete and utter mismatch. And as I begin to pick you apart bit by bit, weakening you further and further until your vision is blurred and you can hardly move your arms or legs… you’ll know that the pure difference in levels between the two of us is insurmountable. The gap cannot be closed.
‘When this happens, I want you to understand something… you’re not alone. Don’t feel bad about your inability to compete against the elite - the best of the best. So far, there has only been one man in the entirety of the wrestling world who has been able to take me on one on one. You don’t fit into that group, and you never will.
‘Like the rest of this federation, you’ll see that I not only live up to the hype, but I fuckin’ erase it and bring something different entirely - fear. It’s like the ZMAC effect in a way, you don’t know what the fuck you’re getting into until you see it staring you directly in the face. Guys like Lincoln and Kemp thought they could deal with it - they couldn’t. People “destined” to be World Champions like L Verez and Camila Gonzalez thought they could deal with it - they couldn’t. Past champions and legends like Jeff Purse, Alexander Richards and Stephen Singh THOUGHT they could deal with.
‘And. They. Couldn’t.
‘This match was over before it begun, Rose… but I commend you for stepping up to the task and giving it your best shot. While it may not be enough, just know that the respect and adoration you’ll get from the fans will be more than worth the beating I’m about to deal out.
‘Good luck out there.’