Someone like me???(2)

"Why?"

Another one word question written in blood. This time, it glows in the darkness thanks to luminol being sprayed over it. A few moments pass and the luminol fades away, leaving the room in darkness.

Why? Why does this match feel so different from the others? Could it be....that I WANT to win the Hardcore Title for myself instead of wanting to keep it away from others? Yeah. That's it, but there's more. It happened at Timebomb. The announcement of the death match. It's been on my mind every night since. I want it...I WANT IT! However, in order for me to get there, I need to be in possession of either the Pure Championship or the Hardcore Championship. Personally, I prefer the Hardcore Title. It's unique because it's built off of the brutality and bloodlust that regular titles and matches can't achieve. You're more likely to crawl or limp out of the most violent of those matches than you are to walk out of them, and that's IF you're not wheeled off in an ambulance. Yes....so much pain....so much despair....so little regard for human life....it's perfect for me. That's why I want it, and that's why I'll TAKE it!

CJ lights a match and lights up a candle. He stares at the flame intensely.

But why now? Why do I have this match, and why is it specifically against Spencer Adams? It's not The Following's doing despite the fact that poor Spence is about to lose yet another belt to us. That's just an added bonus. The reason this match is happening, and the reason your reign is about to end, Spencer, is because it's what you wanted. I'm the answer to your prayers. You crave a challenge, but what you truly desire is defeat so that you can feel the adrenaline rush of climbing up that mountain again. You don't have to worry about me breaking down or having second thoughts before, during, or after I dismantle you. This won't be anything like Battlebowl. I didn't mind losing then. Nor did I mind you winning. You can have the final entry spot at Havoc. Entering last doesn't mean shit if you're not the last man standing when the dust settles. The prize was advantageous, but ultimately not to my liking. You won that match because you wanted it more than I did. This time, you have something that belongs to the Luminary of Despair, and I want it far more than you've ever wanted anything in your lifetime!

He takes a deep breath.

Have you realized it yet, Spencer? The fact that you NEED me? I'm the perfect storm of everything you've been longing for. By beating you and knocking you off that mountain, I'll be giving you purpose in life again. You're a truly sad individual when success brings you unhappiness. Just like the meme of the guy crying behind a smiling mask. It's easy for you to act like Son Goku and play the role of a man who simply loves to fight worthy opponents. Audiences both in attendance and watching at home may fall for your tricks, but you don't fool me. You need an intervention. You've become so obsessed with your addiction to competition that you've lost the ability to emotionally connect to anything or anyone else. It's almost like you have alexithymia. That's the inability to identify or express one's emotions by the way. All those people that cheer for you and support you mean nothing to you. From the fans to fellow roster members like Lissie Hope, you'd throw it all away in a flash just to try and satiate your obsession. Week after week, you desperately beg for someone to show you that your accolades are meaningless by pulverizing you beyond recognition. I can picture how your pleas have gone. "Someone, anyone. Please take this title away from me. I don't want to be successful. I'm not happy at the top of the hill because there's nothing to climb up to if I'm already up there. I need to be a chaser because the hunt is the only thing that I have left in my life. That primal instinct is the only thing that makes me feel human anymore. It's all I am now. I need someone I can hate enough to beat me to a pulp so that I can justify wanting to keep fighting by making it my new goal to defeat them. I'm tired of grandstanding and acting like I've been carrying AW on my back. I haven't. I don't even care about them. I need validation, and the only way I can get that is through combat. So please, give me the despair of defeat and decimation. It's the only thing that starts my engine."

Whatever deities you've been praying to have finally heard your pleas. They've decided to give you what you've been begging for. Someone who can cause agonizing despair in a moment's notice. Someone who has already caused you to lose one championship, and will have no second thoughts about taking another one from you. Someone whose drive for violence and desire for despair outweigh your pride and arrogance. Someone....like me. Once I beat you, you'll be the one asking why. "Why was CJ even able to have this match? Why didn't he just go away? Why am I sitting here empty handed again? Why does he keep taking my titles from me!?" I have the answer. It's not because of the people making the matches. It's not because of any influence from The Following. The real culprit behind what's about to happen....is you. You asked for this. Your hubris is about to cost you again, and it's your own fault for refusing to learn from it. Congratulations, Spencer. You played yourself.




He blows out the candle and the scene ends.