Post by Jaice Wilds on Jan 27, 2019 23:57:48 GMT -5
The following is a letter addressed to QDT and Ms Monster; intercepted and published to the Action Wrestling website.
Greetings and salutations, esteemed colleagues.
So it has come to this. Round two of the championship triangle. This time, it is a Monster defending the title whilst Quixote and I fight for our lives.
Fitting, somehow, that this is the tale of the tape. The rookie ahead of his years, the living legend seeking redemption, and a desperate champion who will do anything to prove she isn't a one-hit wonder.
While I would like to think that my biggest issue would be Quixote, it isn't for the reasons I would expect. QDT has previously stated that he isn't prepared to land an assault on Ms Monster because of her gender. My boy, let me shed some light on your predicament. The longer you see the person across from you for what's in their tights, the more you open yourself up for failure. You can attack me all you want, you can hope that my lack of care for her genital assignment causes me to do her in for you; but as long as you have these self-inflicted precautions, you will always fall short.
Having been in the ring both tagging with and facing off against females, I've learned quickly that there is only one label that applies to everyone who steps between those ropes.
Competition.
Everyone is looking to take your place at the top. Everyone is looking to prove that they are better than the next guy and nobody, nobody is going to pause to consider your position. They won't give a damn about your age, your race, your gender, your experience. You are nothing more than a roadblock to their success, Q, and you have to view everyone else in the same light. I respect the hell out of you, kid; and outside the ring, your logic is one of nobility and grace. But once that bell rings, nobility goes out the door and grace is just a word to describe certain maneuvers.
There is no room for caution.
There is no room for hesitation.
There is no room for chivalry.
With all love and respect, you doom yourself to failure. And I will not allow Ms Monster to escape with the title again because you refuse to do what you have to. I will put the boots through both of you if that's what it takes.
Monster, I know you're counting on these masked distractions to play into your favor. Allow me to clear the air, sweetheart: no masked intruder is going to draw my attention without coming boot-to-face with an Xtreme Dream. JP Blackstone will find himself with a broken nose should he choose to involve himself. And not even Della Torre can keep me from putting a boot through your face, knocking your senses to the moon and once again claiming my 201 Championship.
WarGames is the perfect title for this pay-per-view. Not because of the main event stipulation, but because it will truly be a war when we three step into the ring together again. It will truly be a test of our mettles when we clash once again in an epic game of mental prowess. It will be an Xtreme Revolution when the final bell tolls, the dust settles, two victims lie broken on the mat while the Agent of Chaos is proclaimed a 2 time 201 and Fun Champion.
See you Sunday, folks. It's gonna be Xtreme.
Greetings and salutations, esteemed colleagues.
So it has come to this. Round two of the championship triangle. This time, it is a Monster defending the title whilst Quixote and I fight for our lives.
Fitting, somehow, that this is the tale of the tape. The rookie ahead of his years, the living legend seeking redemption, and a desperate champion who will do anything to prove she isn't a one-hit wonder.
While I would like to think that my biggest issue would be Quixote, it isn't for the reasons I would expect. QDT has previously stated that he isn't prepared to land an assault on Ms Monster because of her gender. My boy, let me shed some light on your predicament. The longer you see the person across from you for what's in their tights, the more you open yourself up for failure. You can attack me all you want, you can hope that my lack of care for her genital assignment causes me to do her in for you; but as long as you have these self-inflicted precautions, you will always fall short.
Having been in the ring both tagging with and facing off against females, I've learned quickly that there is only one label that applies to everyone who steps between those ropes.
Competition.
Everyone is looking to take your place at the top. Everyone is looking to prove that they are better than the next guy and nobody, nobody is going to pause to consider your position. They won't give a damn about your age, your race, your gender, your experience. You are nothing more than a roadblock to their success, Q, and you have to view everyone else in the same light. I respect the hell out of you, kid; and outside the ring, your logic is one of nobility and grace. But once that bell rings, nobility goes out the door and grace is just a word to describe certain maneuvers.
There is no room for caution.
There is no room for hesitation.
There is no room for chivalry.
With all love and respect, you doom yourself to failure. And I will not allow Ms Monster to escape with the title again because you refuse to do what you have to. I will put the boots through both of you if that's what it takes.
Monster, I know you're counting on these masked distractions to play into your favor. Allow me to clear the air, sweetheart: no masked intruder is going to draw my attention without coming boot-to-face with an Xtreme Dream. JP Blackstone will find himself with a broken nose should he choose to involve himself. And not even Della Torre can keep me from putting a boot through your face, knocking your senses to the moon and once again claiming my 201 Championship.
WarGames is the perfect title for this pay-per-view. Not because of the main event stipulation, but because it will truly be a war when we three step into the ring together again. It will truly be a test of our mettles when we clash once again in an epic game of mental prowess. It will be an Xtreme Revolution when the final bell tolls, the dust settles, two victims lie broken on the mat while the Agent of Chaos is proclaimed a 2 time 201 and Fun Champion.
See you Sunday, folks. It's gonna be Xtreme.