Post by Raging Frank Lowe on Nov 23, 2020 1:26:39 GMT -5
“Looks like I’m late to the party, huh? Oh well. The champ is always the last to enter the ring, right?”
Frank smirks.
“Now that the main event man himself has arrived, I’m gonna need you little cunts to listen and listen good: this ain’t a situation where I even pretend to give a shit about your stories, your shitty motivations, your stupid backstories, or, even more broadly, your lives. You boys are just speed bumps on the highway that is my championship reign. You’re gonna shut the fuck up and I’m going to tell you all about what your immediate future looks like. Got it?”
Frank’s face turns serious.
“Matthias, you and your people fucked up, you know that? Sanchez couldn’t beat Odin, and you boys decided to force one of you Lost Breed shitheads into the Hardcore Title match anyway. And what was your plan exactly? Rely on the decency of Raging Frank Lowe?! I like to see myself as self-aware and introspective and all that bullshit, so even I know that anyone who starts making demands of me who is relying on me being a bleeding heart, compassionate guy for their plans to come through might as well be counting on a unicorn to birth from their own asshole. You lucked out though, didn’t you? You accidentally made a smart move in targeting someone whose ability to fight is essential to my needs. I guess the saying’s true, Matty… even a broken clock is right twice a day. But your luck’s run out, Matthias. At Turmoil, I’m going to not only prove that you made an enormous mistake by forcing yourself into what was supposed to be my one-on-one moment of truth against an all-time legend in Odin Balfore but I’m going to use what I do to you and Bull to prove that I should have been in the Turmoil tournament itself.”
Frank shakes his head in frustration.
“I was the biggest snub in that that tournament field, goddamn it, and instead of wrestling in the finals of Turmoil, I’m stuck wasting my time against some asshole who forced his way into a match he didn’t earn and some other asshole who apparently got in by way of pity. And you know what? It’s all good by me, because at the end of it everything, if I’m the ONLY man in a triple threat who deserves his spot in it? It should be a pretty cut and dry victory for me, right? I mean, hell, Matty, you’re convincing yourself I stole a win from NATE… You’re telling yourself you’re going to redeem the Hardcore Title… Honestly, man, are you fucking high? Have you been smoking yourself stupid on whatever makes NATE the special brand of dipshit that he is? I already redeemed this title, dummy! Corey Black pissed it away to QDT who pissed it away to… brain cancer or some shit… and then I beat Derrick Vayden’s punk ass and redeemed this strap. I’m the first REAL champion this title has seen, and I’m not about to sully it by letting you get your grubby little mitts on it. Your biggest claim to fame is a middling run with the Pure Title, right? How in the blue fuck do you think YOU would be the redeemer of MY Hardcore Title?! Here’s the newsflash you apparently need, Matty: my title doesn’t need redemption, but it’d be pretty nice if I could get some real challengers for once. Something more straight up. Something that isn’t stumbled into in some chickenshit way like a hostage crisis. Something that’s fucking earned. That ain’t you, Matty. You’re just the next guy the front office throws in front of me so they can say they booked their champion, that I had to defend my belt. Shareholders and fans are both stupid enough to eat that shit up. They don’t care who the challenger is, they just want to see the champ defend the belt. But if we’re confronting reality honestly? We both know you’re no challenge, Matthias. Plain and simple, you’re a hoop for me to jump through, a box for me to check. Just like NATE was. Just like Bull was supposed to be before you dumb Lost Breed cucks so rudely interrupted. But that’s fine, the Lost Breed has always been about making big but ultimately pointless displays of flaccid power, right?”
Frank chuckles.
“You fucking idiots debuted your whole stable in a losing effort. You showed exactly how powerful you all were when you ganged up on Walter like 12-on-1 just so Nightingale could lose anyway. Great, Matty. You guys can look tough. You can show up with numbers and pretend to be effective. But at some fuckin’ point, you guys either need to actually prove that you have some bite to your bark or the fact that the Lost Breed just doesn’t have any teeth is gonna become as clear to the rest of the world as it has been to me from the word fucking go. Matthias, man, you are just pissing into the wind every time you tell the world what you or the Lost Breed is going to do in the ring or outside of it. I know you’re full of shit. The people in the stands know you’re full of shit. At some point, watching you try so hard to insist you’re a real threat in this company will stop being hilarious to me and start just being sad. I have a feeling that’ll come after Turmoil. After all, that’s what happened to Raging Dead after he faced me, and that’s what happened to Derrick Vayden when he faced me. The world knew NATE was a goddamn fraud before he ever stepped into my ring. When I beat you like a toothless dog, these fans will see that the mentor and the mentee are the same shade of worthless. You’re no different than NATE, Matty, and I’m gonna beat you all the same.”
Frank smirks.
“Now that the main event man himself has arrived, I’m gonna need you little cunts to listen and listen good: this ain’t a situation where I even pretend to give a shit about your stories, your shitty motivations, your stupid backstories, or, even more broadly, your lives. You boys are just speed bumps on the highway that is my championship reign. You’re gonna shut the fuck up and I’m going to tell you all about what your immediate future looks like. Got it?”
Frank’s face turns serious.
“Matthias, you and your people fucked up, you know that? Sanchez couldn’t beat Odin, and you boys decided to force one of you Lost Breed shitheads into the Hardcore Title match anyway. And what was your plan exactly? Rely on the decency of Raging Frank Lowe?! I like to see myself as self-aware and introspective and all that bullshit, so even I know that anyone who starts making demands of me who is relying on me being a bleeding heart, compassionate guy for their plans to come through might as well be counting on a unicorn to birth from their own asshole. You lucked out though, didn’t you? You accidentally made a smart move in targeting someone whose ability to fight is essential to my needs. I guess the saying’s true, Matty… even a broken clock is right twice a day. But your luck’s run out, Matthias. At Turmoil, I’m going to not only prove that you made an enormous mistake by forcing yourself into what was supposed to be my one-on-one moment of truth against an all-time legend in Odin Balfore but I’m going to use what I do to you and Bull to prove that I should have been in the Turmoil tournament itself.”
Frank shakes his head in frustration.
“I was the biggest snub in that that tournament field, goddamn it, and instead of wrestling in the finals of Turmoil, I’m stuck wasting my time against some asshole who forced his way into a match he didn’t earn and some other asshole who apparently got in by way of pity. And you know what? It’s all good by me, because at the end of it everything, if I’m the ONLY man in a triple threat who deserves his spot in it? It should be a pretty cut and dry victory for me, right? I mean, hell, Matty, you’re convincing yourself I stole a win from NATE… You’re telling yourself you’re going to redeem the Hardcore Title… Honestly, man, are you fucking high? Have you been smoking yourself stupid on whatever makes NATE the special brand of dipshit that he is? I already redeemed this title, dummy! Corey Black pissed it away to QDT who pissed it away to… brain cancer or some shit… and then I beat Derrick Vayden’s punk ass and redeemed this strap. I’m the first REAL champion this title has seen, and I’m not about to sully it by letting you get your grubby little mitts on it. Your biggest claim to fame is a middling run with the Pure Title, right? How in the blue fuck do you think YOU would be the redeemer of MY Hardcore Title?! Here’s the newsflash you apparently need, Matty: my title doesn’t need redemption, but it’d be pretty nice if I could get some real challengers for once. Something more straight up. Something that isn’t stumbled into in some chickenshit way like a hostage crisis. Something that’s fucking earned. That ain’t you, Matty. You’re just the next guy the front office throws in front of me so they can say they booked their champion, that I had to defend my belt. Shareholders and fans are both stupid enough to eat that shit up. They don’t care who the challenger is, they just want to see the champ defend the belt. But if we’re confronting reality honestly? We both know you’re no challenge, Matthias. Plain and simple, you’re a hoop for me to jump through, a box for me to check. Just like NATE was. Just like Bull was supposed to be before you dumb Lost Breed cucks so rudely interrupted. But that’s fine, the Lost Breed has always been about making big but ultimately pointless displays of flaccid power, right?”
Frank chuckles.
“You fucking idiots debuted your whole stable in a losing effort. You showed exactly how powerful you all were when you ganged up on Walter like 12-on-1 just so Nightingale could lose anyway. Great, Matty. You guys can look tough. You can show up with numbers and pretend to be effective. But at some fuckin’ point, you guys either need to actually prove that you have some bite to your bark or the fact that the Lost Breed just doesn’t have any teeth is gonna become as clear to the rest of the world as it has been to me from the word fucking go. Matthias, man, you are just pissing into the wind every time you tell the world what you or the Lost Breed is going to do in the ring or outside of it. I know you’re full of shit. The people in the stands know you’re full of shit. At some point, watching you try so hard to insist you’re a real threat in this company will stop being hilarious to me and start just being sad. I have a feeling that’ll come after Turmoil. After all, that’s what happened to Raging Dead after he faced me, and that’s what happened to Derrick Vayden when he faced me. The world knew NATE was a goddamn fraud before he ever stepped into my ring. When I beat you like a toothless dog, these fans will see that the mentor and the mentee are the same shade of worthless. You’re no different than NATE, Matty, and I’m gonna beat you all the same.”