Cognizance X: Jobber to the Stars
Jan 10, 2021 19:17:25 GMT -5
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Post by Dionysus on Jan 10, 2021 19:17:25 GMT -5
How confounding... | ||
Perhaps we were wrong about him. | ||
Why must our fate be tied to this failure? |
Ah yes, the Guillotine. A very efficient form of execution, and with the right materials at your local hardware store, you too can own one of these elegant killing machines. At the flip of the lever, gravity takes the blade cascading down to its inevitable conclusion, severing the thin line of fate and ending the life of the hapless victim below. I am sure, Mr. Baker, this was the imagery that you were wanting to give off with your choice of nickname, was it not? Your path to your first solo run in a long time has you starting with me at the chopping block. You, a decorated champion, coming off a successful run with some of the most noteworthy in Action Wrestling's history. And me. Just a guy.
Now I know what you're thinking. "Oh, this is the part where Dionysus points out flaws with the guillotine, like how if it isn't aligned properly the blade will catch" or "well, it DOES hang by a thread, which can easily be cut" in a flimsy attempt to try and capitalize on this shoot. After all, that IS what it takes to achieve victory, right? Self-assured grandstanding that should be backed up by what one can do in the ring, yes? Well, the truth is...I really don't have it in me to shoot on you. I mean, look at you; the weakest link in the Man Made Gods has finally broken off, ready to prove how one link does not make a chain.
But even still, the weakest link of a successful faction is still a better contender than a nobody who is hardly given a chance.
Lets not mince words about myself; I know what I represent here in Action Wrestling. I am nothing more than a waste of a paycheck, a glorified jobber, a man not worth anyone's time. Tell me Graham; what benefit do YOU get from beating me? Do you get to prove that you're a better competitor than me? That you can hang on your own without Papa Corey and Uncle Frank watching over your shoulder wondering how long it will take for you to move back into their metaphorical basement? Please; this match was never about you. Its all about me.
And why shouldn't it be? Look at what I stand to lose if I lose to you.
Look at it, Graham. Look at all that nothing. This is all I have to lose.
And it makes sense, does it not? If I can't hang it in a division led by an AJ Lee clone in a business suit and a guy who uses brutality like a lawyer uses "whereas," what fucking hope do I have? I'm sure you'll say things like "OH, I'M GONNA RIP YOU TO SHREADS!" to appease whatever ego you want to, but really mate, what will that get you? You beat a guy whose most noted victory in the last several months has been Nidrah and a fucking bear. Is that REALLY the best you can do? You don't think I've seen, heard, and read what people think of this matchup? "Its like the New York Yankees taking on your uncle's beer league only less chances of your aunt being groped by the umpire," was one "colorful" way it was explained.
Face it Graham; beating me is walking up the down escalator; working against the grain and ultimately not getting you anywhere.
Now I, on the other hand...oh, I have much more to gain if I defeat you. I keep hearing that too. "Oh man, you're such a good competitor, why don't they give you a chance?" You think I want to keep floating in the minor leagues, just getting by with cheap wins that also mean nothing in the long term? Do you know what it feels like to be told, day in and day out, that you're one of the greats, yet have nothing to show for it? I give one hundred and ten percent to this business; I leave my blood, sweat and tears in the same fucking ring you do, and for what? A slap on the bum, a good job, the occasional pity title match, and then back to the minors? Who do they think I am, Derrick fucking Vayden?!
Sometimes I think these people forget that I'm a former world champion. I have beaten the likes of Howard Black and David Sanchez in a match that I was very much expected to lose. There used to be a time where when I would stand in the ring staring down Odin, it was seen as a marquee. I have seen my brothers come and go, factions that tried to keep me down and failed, all to end up here, in Action Wrestling.
All to be told, "Well Dionysus, you did your best, but your best just isn't good enough anymore."
I have had people tell me to simply hang it up, to walk away, to make way for a new generation of competitor to come in and take my spot. But you know what? Fuck those people. Fuck Action Wrestling. And fuck you, Graham. You want to punish me? You want to beat me within an inch of my life? I will take your lumps and beg you for more, daddy. I will keep fighting until I die in this fucking ring. Because that is the only thing that a man with nothing to lose can do; fight in the hopes that he can gain some semblance of respect. I'm done being the joke. Its your turn to wear the clown shoes, Graham. Time for you to start at the bottom of the rung, while I keep climbing.
All I ask out of this match is for you to remember one thing. That my name is Dionysus Albert Necurat. I am the Jobber to the Stars. And you, Graham, will fall.
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To The Necurat Corporation Board of Directors, Enclosed please find a subpoena regarding the termination of Dionysus (Dion) Necurat. Instructions regarding a court date are soon to follow. Sincerely, William E. Ross |