Post by Jim Mud on Dec 30, 2020 17:51:37 GMT -5
The buzz of a tattoo gun hovers in the back, the needle gliding across Mud’s right arm. His expression is flat and his eyes aimed slightly downward as he hangs his head and peers up towards the camera.
Jim: Ya know, a lot of folks like to talk a big game, especially when you allow them to chase after something important. People saw CruiserHavoc as this sort of golden opportunity and were quick to make bold claims that ain’t easy to back up. You got a couple dozen of’em cuttin’ promos talking about just how confident they were in their ability to walk out with the win. A lot of’em damn near guaranteed it and almost all of them failed to deliver on those soft guarantees.
What did Jim Mud say he was going to do though? If my memory is correct, it was somethin’ about...hurting people. I had interviewer after interviewer run up to me backstage, shovin’ shit in my face and asking me what I was going to do and my answer for each of them was the same. Jim Mud was going to enter CruiserHavoc and cause bodily harm. Some of you may be asking yourselves why? I pose to all of you, the same question. Why work harder and not smarter? Why hop in front of the cameras and posture like Jaice Wilds in ‘98? I realized that the path to dominance for me never meant just grindin’ out the uno, dos, tres. The mission statement is simple. I’m going to make my own career off ruining the careers of others.
It ain’t really personal, just business, right? After all, I got friends in high places who count on me to fulfill that mission statement week in and week out. CruiserHavoc was the first taste for all of us and I gotta say, I still crave it. The sound of steel colliding with my competition and instruments twisting and warping from their impact against the body of others brought me to full mast like nothing I’d ever felt in my life. There’s somethin’ powerful about it. More powerful than all the shiny gold trinkets in the world.
Funny enough though, I forced my way into that conversation as well it would seem. Donald Deruty teased somethin’ special for those who lasted long enough in the match and that’s what brings us to Alice and Soldado. Y’all did a decent enough job, just like the dirt sheets were calling for..just like D-Day was hopin’ to see. This though...Jim Mud starin’ you down off the heels of Corey Black’s favorite little worker bee gettin’ snuffed out for no good reason other than me knowing I could do it. This really fuckin’ sucks for you. It sucks for Deruty. It sucks for every single member of the board. It sucks, because you’re all as helpless as he was.
I used Graham Baker along with anyone else who got close enough to send my message. CruiserClash isn’t safe anymore. There is a monster among men who has no empathy for you, who smiles at the brand you’ve built being burned to the ground in favor of a world with no room for any of you. No longer will you have the chance to squabble about this bein’ the A or B show, because it’s simply mine. There is no off switch to stop any of this or delay the inevitable. Reo Raijin will stay out of my way and do his job, because I demand it. He will submit to my marching orders, because I will ruin him and anyone else who stands in my way. This week, that’s Alice and Soldado and when it’s all said and done, they’ll wish that they were left behind in 2020.
Mud looks down at the tattoo, finally cracking a smile as it nears completion.