Post by Derrick Vayden on Sept 4, 2019 10:16:37 GMT -5
Derrick Vayden was stood in front of a whiteboard, his hands folded behind his back as he surveyed his work.
Vayden looked over his work and smiled to himself before beginning to laugh.
"That's fuckin' wild, man..."
Derrick turned around to face the camera.
"I've learned through the years that its easier to understand your tasks if you write them down onto a list. So that is what I did right here. First, I kick Bolas de Arana in his... well, spider balls. Then I take that fake belt away from Cameron, and then onto The Warehouse where Team AW and I snuff out the flame that is UCI once and for all."
Vayden grabbed a dry erase marker from the board and twirled it around in his hand for a moment.
"So, let's review. Bolas de Arana..."
Derrick uncapped the marker and drew a thick line through the name of Spider Balls. Another chuckle escaped his lips, a sense of satisfaction washing over him.
"How could I possibly be afraid of a guy who can't even beat copyright law? I'm just saying, there's a reason Marvel and Sony aren't fighting over Bolas de Arana..."
Derrick went down the list, drawing a circle around the next name down: Kyle Cameron.
"Kyle Cameron... Kyle fucking Cameron..."
Vayden turned around to face the camera.
"Listen, bud. I'm sorry I have to put an end to your game of make believe but I'm afraid I can't let you run around pretending to be me any longer. Don't get me wrong, it just tickles me pink to know that I have such devoted fans. It's flattering to know that I'm inspiring people, even people who came before me like you.
"That being said... I must commend you, Kyle. You are quite the opportunist. I abandoned my post, flirted with the main roster. Meanwhile, you swooped in and took a seat on my throne. I appreciate you keeping it warm but let's call a spade a spade. You're an old lion. An old lion who's picking at the scraps left behind by the young king of the pride, me.
"You thought you were free to feast upon the cruiserweight division without interruption. But you didn't anticipate me coming back, did you?
"See, Kyle, It isn't that easy. A guy like me doesn't simply allow a guy like you to take his spot without a fight. I don't do this for the fame or the attention, not anymore. I bust my ass every damn week just to entertain the people watching. You only care about yourself and improving your standing in the company. Me, I do what I do for the fans.
"That right there, Kyle, is why I cannot let you become the face of the cruiserweight division. You represent everything wrong with pro wrestling. Your 'all about me' mentality isn't how things work anymore.
"Your time in the sun has come and gone, Kyle. I can respect you trying to recapture some of your former glory, but I'll be damned if you do it against me. I refuse to be a stepping stone for a disrespectful child like you. I've been dealing with assholes like you since I got here, brother. I've fallen plenty of times but I always come out on top in the end. What makes you think it will end any different with you?
"You may think of yourself as the 'real' world champion, but here in Action Wrestling, you're back to square one. You cannot skirt on by based on your previous success. Ol' Spider Balls had to learn that the hard way and so will you.
"You and everyone else who's names are on this board are all clinging to the desolate memory of the past. And it warms my heart to know that it's my job to help you all let go."
Vayden slammed his hand onto the board and dragged it down, erasing all of the names in one swipe.
"Let the past die... Kill it if you have to...
"You better believe I'm coming to kill."
UCI HAS BEENS
-Bolas De Arana
-Kyle "Interim Champion" Cameron
-Alex Richards
-Kevin Bishop
-Erin Fausse
-Zombie McMorris
-Andre Holmes
Vayden looked over his work and smiled to himself before beginning to laugh.
"That's fuckin' wild, man..."
Derrick turned around to face the camera.
"I've learned through the years that its easier to understand your tasks if you write them down onto a list. So that is what I did right here. First, I kick Bolas de Arana in his... well, spider balls. Then I take that fake belt away from Cameron, and then onto The Warehouse where Team AW and I snuff out the flame that is UCI once and for all."
Vayden grabbed a dry erase marker from the board and twirled it around in his hand for a moment.
"So, let's review. Bolas de Arana..."
Derrick uncapped the marker and drew a thick line through the name of Spider Balls. Another chuckle escaped his lips, a sense of satisfaction washing over him.
"How could I possibly be afraid of a guy who can't even beat copyright law? I'm just saying, there's a reason Marvel and Sony aren't fighting over Bolas de Arana..."
Derrick went down the list, drawing a circle around the next name down: Kyle Cameron.
"Kyle Cameron... Kyle fucking Cameron..."
Vayden turned around to face the camera.
"Listen, bud. I'm sorry I have to put an end to your game of make believe but I'm afraid I can't let you run around pretending to be me any longer. Don't get me wrong, it just tickles me pink to know that I have such devoted fans. It's flattering to know that I'm inspiring people, even people who came before me like you.
"That being said... I must commend you, Kyle. You are quite the opportunist. I abandoned my post, flirted with the main roster. Meanwhile, you swooped in and took a seat on my throne. I appreciate you keeping it warm but let's call a spade a spade. You're an old lion. An old lion who's picking at the scraps left behind by the young king of the pride, me.
"You thought you were free to feast upon the cruiserweight division without interruption. But you didn't anticipate me coming back, did you?
"See, Kyle, It isn't that easy. A guy like me doesn't simply allow a guy like you to take his spot without a fight. I don't do this for the fame or the attention, not anymore. I bust my ass every damn week just to entertain the people watching. You only care about yourself and improving your standing in the company. Me, I do what I do for the fans.
"That right there, Kyle, is why I cannot let you become the face of the cruiserweight division. You represent everything wrong with pro wrestling. Your 'all about me' mentality isn't how things work anymore.
"Your time in the sun has come and gone, Kyle. I can respect you trying to recapture some of your former glory, but I'll be damned if you do it against me. I refuse to be a stepping stone for a disrespectful child like you. I've been dealing with assholes like you since I got here, brother. I've fallen plenty of times but I always come out on top in the end. What makes you think it will end any different with you?
"You may think of yourself as the 'real' world champion, but here in Action Wrestling, you're back to square one. You cannot skirt on by based on your previous success. Ol' Spider Balls had to learn that the hard way and so will you.
"You and everyone else who's names are on this board are all clinging to the desolate memory of the past. And it warms my heart to know that it's my job to help you all let go."
Vayden slammed his hand onto the board and dragged it down, erasing all of the names in one swipe.
"Let the past die... Kill it if you have to...
"You better believe I'm coming to kill."