Let me talk my shit
Feb 14, 2021 22:11:24 GMT -5
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Post by Spencer Adams on Feb 14, 2021 22:11:24 GMT -5
Part 1: Worth it
Faith: That was quick.
Spencer: Yeah.
Faith: Are you okay?
Spencer: Yeah, why?
Faith: Matthias hurt you and you haven’t really gotten time to rest.
Spencer: I don’t want it.
Faith: You don’t?
I used to try to talk more gently around Faith, to be as considerate as I could be of his experiences and place in this world. It became clear really quick that I wasn’t dealing with someone as fragile as I once thought him to be.
Spencer: If I do, they’ll catch me slipping. Matthias proved that I’m not really allowed to rest. He’s just one guy and sure. I took care of him, but he’s not the only one that’s going to come for me. Tonight going the way it did helps.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Part 2: No vaseline
Spencer: It’s funny how Battlebowl works sometimes. When the time comes, people get excited about possibilities. Anything can happen and you tune in hoping that you get a taste of great tag teams doing great shit. Sometimes, you get that. Other times, you get someone making real money tasked with dragging enhancement talent into the battle royal. I should know, I did it myself when I drug Chase Jackson to the finals of the inaugural Battlebowl, an event that I won pretty damn convincingly. I managed to pull it off despite the odds, because I gave a shit. If you don’t have that drive, you end up chaining the cinder block to your ankle and throwing it into the river yourself.
This time around, I won that roll. This time around, I don’t have to drag a meathead Bang energy spokesman behind me like a deer carcass on my way to the battle royal. Lady luck gave me an alley oop in the form of this union with Howard Black. See, I know Howard well enough to know that despite any tension or differences between us, we work the same way. If either one of us wants something to happen, we go out and get it done. We haul around the chip on our respective shoulders and make every single contrarian pundit and salty peer swallow their words and change the station to radio silence.
The world watched as we ended round one with the wave of a hand, a display of pure talent over a complete lack thereof. We got booked against AW’s attempt at crossing over further into the European markets and we turned it into a bye week. This one is no different. Whether it’s two good boy Brits or a Darren Marsh cheerleader with a closet full of old Sturgis shirts, talent and hardwork pay off and there will be no damage taken or steps lost when Battlefield comes. We will stroll into the finals twirling our fucking canes simply because we can.
Bam Beefer would serve as a liability for most, but to be a liability for someone else, that person has to be an overachiever in the first place. It’s one thing if you have one broken wheel and the rest are doing their part in rolling along. It’s another when you’ve got multiple and the vehicle itself is sitting on the front lawn of Action Wrestling collecting rust as if it’s waiting for Frank Lowe or Jim Mud to get up off the outside couch and bring it to life. Whether a viewer or an opponent, there is no reason to hold optimism for Beef Blazer. You can crawl around the floor like Velma Dinkley in search of a pair of rose tinted glasses, but sooner or later the sun will go down and you’ll still be empty handed.
It’s actually pretty sad to watch as an old friend you at one point felt a lot of respect towards getting soft when things get hard for once, but I suppose that’s the arena we’ve created in AW. I remember those days fighting both against and alongside Teo back when the fire in his eyes still existed, back before that Philly promotion received the eminent domain treatment. There was once a window where Teo Blaze was supposed to be one of the next up, when you could argue that his stock and overall career trajectory was even higher than my own. Holy shit, times have fucking changed.
CruiserClash has taken steps forward for itself in recent months and if you comb through it’s ranks, you will find some promising talents still on their grind to forging a spot in the company. The brand has those who still give it an honest effort even when tasked with trying to succeed on a show that Spayde Martinez has firmly planted the flag in and then there are those who treat CruiserClash as if it were a Polly Pocket sized Florida they’ve gone to for an early retirement.
Teo’s inclusion in this tournament seems little more than a cheap pop meant to pull in “new” viewers who haven’t watched the sport in five years and can look and point at their screens like a Rick Dalton meme, because really, who else raises an eyebrow at the guy who gave up being a Spencer Adams type whole card journeyman to go to the White House and film slapstick transition segments for the amusement of seal clapping TV executives? Teo proves that when you feel your spot being challenged, you don’t actually even have to try to keep it. You can simply become a court jester.
It’s clear that he’s having fun though, that Teo Blaze is just happy to be here. That’s cool. I’m happy that he has a job and a way to put food on his table as he deserves that much, but mine means more than that. Teo is content getting into Looney Tunes bullshit with his tag partner, I’m not that guy, never have been and never will be. My output and efforts don’t dwindle along with the meaning of a ring name. His drive left his body when the losses on the main roster started to stack up.
This business that we work for and really this company in particular..it will swallow you up and shit you out in sludge form if you lack the ability to withstand it which Teo is proving he does. He’s resorted to the comfort zone and it’s my job to make him sweat and bring the discomfort to the grown man in the pillow fort cracking jokes for other grown men in pillow forts who religulously watch SNL in 2021. I will challenge Teo Blaze knowing that he isn’t equipped for it, that he’s slowing down while I’m picking up.
Every time I’ve found myself against a challenge in recent memory, I’ve fucking smashed it. Not like putting an arm through a painting of a slave owner, but like really made a statement. I get faced with a challenge and I do something about it. If Teo gets hit with a challenge of similar difficulty, it does something about HIM. This match won’t help. This will not be part of some Kenny Powers redemption arch for Teo, because he is who he is and Bam Beefer is Bam Beefer. His place IS facing Karlie Nash fifty times over, because he has become the niche and the spectacle his former self would absolutely fucking resent.
Let me tell you, it gets cold at the top. You lose a lot to get here. You lose sleep, years of life expectancy, career longevity. If I could go back in time, I’d trade it in a heartbeat. This is what I have now. This is what I’ve become. Spitting venom and shooting fists into the face of an old friend with winning being a sole priority..it’s just where I’m at and where I have to be. I’ll go toe to toe with Teddy Blaze and they’ll cheer. I’ll beat him and they’ll cheer. Part of me will always battle the feeling that I didn’t always protect what I had like I should’ve. I won’t make that mistake again. It’s not personal this week, just business, just Spencer Adams doing what Spencer Adams does.
Sometimes, I miss the days where I could talk a little bit sweeter, where I could maybe get in front of this camera and smile and tell Teo Blaze let the best man win. I can’t be that guy anymore. I’m not the guy who can spend this time feeling nostalgic over what I did with my friend as part of The People’s Choice. That’s rookie shit. I’ve done that time and passed that point of self discovery. I get to stand here with this belt over my shoulder and my hall of fame case swelling up, because all I know how to do is continue earning it. No backseats, no hokey shit, just continuing to the best in the fucking world. Once upon a time, we used to watch people like Corey or Gravedigger pass us in the hallway and dream about being them. Things are different, because I don’t dream it..I just do it.
Part 3: Tension
Howard: Hey, just wanted to make sure you were good to go tonight. You’re feeling good.
Spencer: Yep.
Howard: Right. Well then-
Spencer: I get where you’re at. I get what you’re doing. Don’t worry about me. I’ve been worse and I’ve been better. That doesn’t really matter. I can do my part and I know you can do yours, so let’s just do it, yeah?
He nods and stops halfway in and halfway out as his back turns towards me.
Spencer: I do.
Howard: See you in a bit, Spencer.
I don’t really know if I’m a fixer these days. I want to see people fixed, but I feel I’m in a place where I can admit to myself that I’m not always the one to do it. I know he’s trying, for himself and her. People like us, all we know is putting more on our plates. Part of me feels protective, particular really, but who am I to say? I don’t really know sometimes.
Spencer: See ya.
Just keep going, just keep going, just keeping going.