Post by CJ Phoenix on Mar 6, 2021 13:50:11 GMT -5
Four months. For four months, I chose hope. I put others before myself by helping them realize their potential. I gave them a chance at salvation, but not anymore. The time has come for despair to rule the land.
A camera is pointing out of a window, playing back the passage of time from day to night in fast forward. Once the sun sets completely, the screen switches to a live view of the night. A blackout curtain gets placed over the windows in the room, leaving the area coated in darkness. CJ's voice can be heard from the shadows.
Do you want to die, Soldado? ¿Querer morir? I'm guessing you lack the knowledge that those who have suffered a concussion are more likely to have another. Is that why you'll choose to fight despite the fact that both Tsukiko and myself can end your career with a finishing skull strike? Additionally, considering I have TWO finishers that are headshots, I could knock your jaw into your brain with a Talon Kick, or I could put you down permanently with a perfectly placed Pyro Piston. That way, you won't just lose the match. You'll lose consciousness and cognitive function. All you'll be able to do is watch your career fade away from your hospital bed while Victoria cries by your side, wishing she had stopped you from stepping in the ring with me. You're a desperate man who's deathly afraid of being forgotten. You crave recognition from others because it's all you have to live for. Unfortunately for you, you're just another average entree on the menu. An eternal midcarder whose biggest accomplishments will only be by flukes and failing upwards before being dragged back to the middle of the pack where you belong, Soldado de la Desgracia. A soldier of misfortune forever lost in the darkness.
Footsteps can be heard as CJ makes his way in front of the curtain.
I called you a warrior a little over a month ago, Tsukiko. I still believe that you are. However, it's because I do that your existence disappoints me. For a self-proclaimed "Shimmering" Kitsune, there's quite a bit of darkness you're hiding. As humble and honorable as you try to be, you sure let that motor mouthed maniac Ryan Logan write a bunch of checks that your ass can't cash. I get why you keep her around though. By having someone as vile and as filthy as her around, it makes you look more innocent and noble by comparison. She spends her time trying to get under your opponent's skin so that they're not as focused when you're in the ring against them. That's the purpose for the Fox Report, right? You're banking on all of these outside influences to carry you to the Cruiserweight Title. You're no different than the Soldado. Pursuing a title because you feel it'll give you a sense of validity. Even when the fox was reported missing, no one batted an eye while you were gone. That only proves how worthless and forgettable you are. Truth be told, under all of the smoke and mirrors that you put up, you're at best a good competitor....but certainly not one worth being at the top of my division, miss .500 the wrestler. So as punishment for your crimes against honor itself, I shall painfully pick you apart until Ryan's traumatized into silence and PETA's convinced that I've killed an animal.
CJ snaps his fingers and the light in his room comes on, showing him standing with his eyes closed. He's in a black and white suit with matching face paint that has a red mark painted over his left eye. He opens his eyes and stares directly into the lens.
I'm gonna let you two in on a secret. After I win Monday, I'm going after the Cruiserweight Title. It means nothing to me, but I know how much it means to everyone else, especially irrelevant people like you. Then, once I win it, I'll be sure to hold it up to your faces as a reminder that you'll always be chasers, but never champions.
He snaps his fingers again and everything goes black.