Post by Graham Baker on Jan 23, 2020 11:50:05 GMT -5
YOU'LL NEVER GET FREE.
LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER.
WHATCHU GON DO...
Backstage after the 1/20 edition of CruiserClash, Graham Baker holds his bloodied face, busted open by a belt shot from the champion, QDT. He looks dead into the camera, fury in his eyes as he stares ahead.
"If anything more's needed to prove how unworthy our current Cruiserweight Champion is, it'd be that display tonight in that ring. QDT and I, we went head to head once more, and once more, QDT proved that he couldn't beat me without nailing me in the balls and cheating to get an advantage over me. QDT can't win a match clean if his fucking life depended upon it, let alone his goddamn title reign. QDT can't defeat Graham Baker without a poke to the eyes, a kick to the balls, a belt shot to the head-there will always be an asterisk next to every dominant performance, always a black mark on every match we've had, always a smudge on the immaculate record of the Action Cruiserweight Champion-but the biggest of those will be a clean loss to Graham Baker at Revolution 3 for the Cruiserweight Championship.
Other men in this company, they come for my throat. They tell me that I'm stretched too thin, that I'm too judgmental, that I'm too far up my own ass, and while i've found myself tired and beaten from all the travelling i've done, all the belts i've defended, I'm not fucking retiring yet. I'm still in my prime, and if someone wants to come at me for making the most of the time that my body is in good shape, fault me for the desire to compete, they're more than welcome to say those words to my fucking face. The truth of the matter is, I'm the best man for the job, the best man to dethrone QDT, to end the four-time Cruiserweight Champion's record-breaking reign, to repair the damage done to my reputation from the times that QDT's thwarted me, and to bring this division forward. When I hold that championship, it'll be an accolade, not a weapon-a lesson that QDT still clearly has to learn in his handling of the belt.
Don't worry, though, Quixote-I'm sure you'll weasel your way back into another shot once I'm done with you on Sunday, as you have many, many times before. I'm sure you'll implore your friends and fans to back you up on your pursuit to reclaim the gold that you kept in a holding position for Graham Baker, and if you work your way there, you'll get it. Unfortunately, at this moment, CruiserClash needs someone else. They need someone who's going to treasure that belt, not trash it. Someone who will take care of it instead of taking it as a weapon and using it in a fucking match. They need to have a standard-bearer for others to aspire to, not one that's been looked down upon, spit on, that the people are sick of. They need someone like me, the Aviator, The Savior, to carry this brand to new heights."
Baker cracks a cocky-half smile despite the blood on his face, looking at the camera.
"They need me, QDT. This brand needs me. And unfortunately for you, your time as a much-treasured relic of this division has come to an end. Consider this an...involuntary passing of the torch-but i'm sure in time, when this championship is main-eventing around my waist, you'll come to realize it was the right decision."
Baker walks off camera, leaving his last few words hanging in the air as he does so, and a question on the minds of the Action faithful-who will stand tall at Revolution 3?