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« on: December 10, 2015, 05:00:41 PM »
I sat in front of my computer monitor, webcam focused in on my face, since that seems to be the only thing that any of my opponents can talk about. I mean, I know I'm the prettiest wrestler on this planet or any other, but all they're focused on is the prettiest part, not the wrestler. It was a common occurence really, but one that all of my opponents soon came to regret. I sat back a little in my chair, smoothed out the dark green shirt I had opted to wear for this little promo. I grabbed the mouse and went to begin recording, but before I could, my phone started ringing. He looked down and saw that it was his personal security calling. He hit the button for speaker, and sighed.
"What's up Markus?"
"Hey boss, so I stepped away for like two minutes to uh... take care of a personal matter."
"You had to piss, got it."
"Right. Well, I got back and there's something down here for you. I think it's from that crazy bitch who sent you the flowers and the muffins, and all that stuff. Kind of creepy actually. You want me to toss it or you want to come get it. Those muffins were pretty damn good. She don't seem like she want you dead, just wants you."
"I'll come and see what it is."
I ended the call and sighed once more before getting up from my chair. A quick trip down the stairs to the bottom level of my condo, where I found Markus standing there with what looked like a three foot tall heart shaped collage.
"Awww, I didn't know you cared Markus."
The very large black man in front of me did not find my joke nearly as funny as I did. He just stood there stonefaced, holding this thing that was kind of creepy.
"I'll get rid of this man."
He just nodded his head as he handed it over to me. I went back up the stairs, sat down the giant heart on my coffee table, and just shook my head. The damn thing took over the entire table and there were all sorts of pictures on it from throughout my entire career. She even found a picture of me from Mexico when I was under the El Gran Tigre hood. Scattered all over were little love notes and comments. I love you, I want you, I'll always be there for you, you're so pretty. I just sat down on the couch as I looked it over.
"Who the hell does something like this?"
"Something like what?"
I looked up to see my girlfriend, Kahlan Fischer coming in from a run. Even in a simple pair of black yoga pants, a small jacket and a plan pink sports top, she was absolutely stunning. Before I could say anything else though, she noticed the large collage on the table. She walked over and her eyes flared when she saw what it was.
"I thought this shit was done. What happened to finding out who it was and stopping it? Oh wait, you like the attention, so you don't care about stopping it."
I tensed up, expecting a punch to the arm, but it didn't come. Instead she just rolled her eyes, threw her hands up and walked off, clearly furious with the whole situation. I stared down at the collage and rubbed my temples for a bit before I got up, took it off the table and began ripping the thing to shreds. After a good minute of tearing at it, there were dozens of pieces lying around. I picked the largest one up, quickly found a sharpie and on the back of it, wrote a very simple, 'I'm sorry I was a dumbass'. I then gathered up a bunch of the other pieces, went to my bedroom, where the door was of course closed. Rather than going in, I simply slid the piece under the door. I waited for a little bit and then started sliding all the other torn up pieces under the door, to show her that I had gotten rid of the stupid thing.
"Kahlan, I... well I'm sorry I was a dumbass and didn't just throw that stupid thing in the trash right away."
I knew forgivness would come, but it wasn't going to be quick or soon. I walked away and decided to just let her be mad for a bit while I focused on my upcoming match. I went back to my office, sat back down in front of the computer and set about doing what I had planned before all of this craziness happened. I got the webcam centered and focused, and began recording.
"All hail the King... for a day... Chris Shields. Yep, that's what you really should expect to hear come Sunday. I am that confident in my ability to win, and there's good reasons for that. As soon as this match was announced. I started doing a bit of research on each and every single one of my opponents. I actually have files on each one of them, but we'll get those later. First step was looking over the brief bio's that SCW has. I noticed quick that there are no big guys in this match. Jin Watanabe is the largest competitior in the match, at six foot two inches, and two hundred and thirty seven punds. That gives him a seven inch heaight and fourty one pound weight advantage over the smallest competitor, Desparye. It's not really a wide gap when you think about it. The other thing I noticed, and this was one of the most interesting things. Everyone gives a description of their style. A self assesment of your best in ring skills. I have to say, it's very interesting to have not one, not two, but four guys who identify as high flyers, in an over the top rope battle royal."
I took a brief pause, held up my hand and then slowly raised one finger, a second, a third, and then a fourth.
"Four high flyers in a match where the ropes are as much an enemy as the other participants. These are guys who really need the ropes to employ some of their best moves. Whether it is giping up top to come off with a move or bouncing off of them to gain speed, they rely on those ropes, almost as much as their own talent. That right there, that's where I have an advantage. Because while I am certainly skilled with the high flying moves, I can also take to the center of the ring and wear an opponent down. I showed that in my first match. I went out there and chopped down a giant. I didn't get the win with some quick roll up or an out of nowhere move. I didn't have to put my feet on the ropes or low blow my opponent. I used my technical skills and ring smarts to weaken him, applied a submission and got him to tap out in the center of the ring. I showed that I am just as comfortable right there in the middle of the squared circle, as I am flying off the ropes. I question if my opponents can say the same thing."
I pause again and reach down into a small nearby drawer. I bring back up five smile folders. Each one with a tab corresponding to one of my opponents.
"As I said, I did my research one each of these guys. These have all the basic information, in addition to accomplishments and achievements, allies, rivals, commonly used moves, in ring tactics and styles, things of that nature. If you're the kind of guy that cheats as much as possible, it's in here. If you really like to use a particular kind of move like a suplex or a DDT, it's in here. If you're the kind of guy who has turned on every tag partner he's ever had, that's in here. For some of you, there's even comments you've already made regarding this match. So it's time to break each one of you down a little bit. We're gonna go in a simple alphabetical order here, according to last name. Well, except for Despayre, he's pulling a Madonna and going with the one name. So, he's up first."
I slid over the first file and opened it up to the large picture of Despayre.
"Despayre. Multiple time champion, and the guy most people are picking to win this match. If I was in the match, I would probably be right on that bandwagon as well. Unfortunately for him, all of those people aren't gonna be much help in this match and him thinking that I'm just some pretty face, well like so many others before him, it will be his undoing. I have been through wars in my career, and I'm still this pretty. That right there should tell you something about my toughness. Hell, this is the guy who should know better than to overlook people. He's not exactly a big guy, and has no doubt that he himself been underestimated based on what he looks like. If he wants to follow along with the crowd and focus on my looks, well so be it, I'll prove him and everyone else wrong. Moving on to the next one."
I put up Despayre's file and slid the next one across.
"Kris Halc. This guy is a former internet champion and he's got all the talent in the World. Unfortunately, he's trapped inside of a bad daytime soap opera. The big question mark for this guy is if he's going to be focused on the match, or his baby mama or his best friend who he's actually in love with, that has moved on to another guy? He could potentially be the guy to beat in this match, if he couldn't be distracted by someone saying, hey is that Heather over there? Plain and simple, his head isn't in the ball game and that is going to be his undoing. I honestly wonder if he'll even remember to show up of he's gonna be at an ultrasound or a lamaze class or maybe holding up a boombox outside of a window, trying to win back the love of his life who he left because he knocked up some other woman. Helpful piece of advice buddy, condoms are cheaper than children. I genuinely hope that you show up and have your head in this match, but I'm not holding my breath. I am however, moving on."
I put Halc's folder up and slid the next one across the table. I opened it up and shook my head as I saw Steve Ramone.
"Here we are, the guy I want to get rid of first in this match. Steve Ramone. You had the nerve to say that suddenly I get the chance of a lifetime? Suddenly? SUDDENLY? I have been in this business for thirteen damn years, alright, kid? I'm not just suddenly getting the chance of a lifetime. I have fought tooth and nail every where I have even been. I have racked up title wins, tournament wins, trophies, and all other manner of accomplishments. I'm in this match for one reason, and it's because I have proven myself over thirteen years, across seven continents, that's right I wrestled in Anartica before. It sucked, it was cold as shit, and there were only about fifteen people that actually showed up, but I still did it. So you want to talk about working your whole life to get this opportunity, well I'm in the same damn boat cupcake. Also, do yourself a favor and don't mention my girlfriend again. Who I'm sleeping with, has absolutely zero baring on this match, and the fact you had to mention it, just proves that you're stoo stupid to come up with anything else. If I do nothing else in this match but eliminate you, I can actually consider it a success. Hell, I could lose this match, but if I toss you out before I'm eliminated, it's still a vitory for me. I'm done with you now, on to the last two people."
I stuff Ramone's folder into the trash can, and slid the next two across. I opened both of them at the same time.
"CJ Sharpe and Jin Watanabe, why am I adresssing you both at the same time? Pretty simple, I felt like joking about the fact that both of you couldn't even manage to show up at the last show. Sharpe, I know you said some stuff this week, but the only thing you had was to call me pretty and use the tired ass cliche that you're gonna make me be not so pretty after this match. I guess I could give you a cookie for being the one hundreth person to say that, but I don't feel like it. Jin Watanabe, not a peep at all from him. This is a guy who had so much hype and is supposed to be the greatest thing to ever come from Japan, but I have to say that I just don't see it. I've spent time in the land of the rising sun. I've wrestled over there, I've been in tournaments over there. I've never heard your name mentioned over there. Are you talented? Yes. I can't and would never deny that. However, you're not as good as you seem to think you are, and you're not going to be King for a day."
I slid the last two files off of the table and put them up.
"I have been here many times before. Come in to a new place, get some hype, get a high profile match, have everyone bet against me in favor of one of the guys that's been here for awhile, and then, you wanna know what happens nine out of ten times? I prove all of those people wrong. I win this match, and I punch my ticket to any championship match I want. In three matches, I can potentially become the top guy in this company. Five men stand between me and being able to do that. I intend to take them all out, stand tall and tell everyone that it's time to hail to the king, baby."
I reached down into another drawer and pulled out a small crown. I placed it upon my head and gave it a little smirk.
"I think it looks pretty damn good."
I gave a wink and a bit of a laugh before ending the recording.
"What's up Markus?"
"Hey boss, so I stepped away for like two minutes to uh... take care of a personal matter."
"You had to piss, got it."
"Right. Well, I got back and there's something down here for you. I think it's from that crazy bitch who sent you the flowers and the muffins, and all that stuff. Kind of creepy actually. You want me to toss it or you want to come get it. Those muffins were pretty damn good. She don't seem like she want you dead, just wants you."
"I'll come and see what it is."
I ended the call and sighed once more before getting up from my chair. A quick trip down the stairs to the bottom level of my condo, where I found Markus standing there with what looked like a three foot tall heart shaped collage.
"Awww, I didn't know you cared Markus."
The very large black man in front of me did not find my joke nearly as funny as I did. He just stood there stonefaced, holding this thing that was kind of creepy.
"I'll get rid of this man."
He just nodded his head as he handed it over to me. I went back up the stairs, sat down the giant heart on my coffee table, and just shook my head. The damn thing took over the entire table and there were all sorts of pictures on it from throughout my entire career. She even found a picture of me from Mexico when I was under the El Gran Tigre hood. Scattered all over were little love notes and comments. I love you, I want you, I'll always be there for you, you're so pretty. I just sat down on the couch as I looked it over.
"Who the hell does something like this?"
"Something like what?"
I looked up to see my girlfriend, Kahlan Fischer coming in from a run. Even in a simple pair of black yoga pants, a small jacket and a plan pink sports top, she was absolutely stunning. Before I could say anything else though, she noticed the large collage on the table. She walked over and her eyes flared when she saw what it was.
"I thought this shit was done. What happened to finding out who it was and stopping it? Oh wait, you like the attention, so you don't care about stopping it."
I tensed up, expecting a punch to the arm, but it didn't come. Instead she just rolled her eyes, threw her hands up and walked off, clearly furious with the whole situation. I stared down at the collage and rubbed my temples for a bit before I got up, took it off the table and began ripping the thing to shreds. After a good minute of tearing at it, there were dozens of pieces lying around. I picked the largest one up, quickly found a sharpie and on the back of it, wrote a very simple, 'I'm sorry I was a dumbass'. I then gathered up a bunch of the other pieces, went to my bedroom, where the door was of course closed. Rather than going in, I simply slid the piece under the door. I waited for a little bit and then started sliding all the other torn up pieces under the door, to show her that I had gotten rid of the stupid thing.
"Kahlan, I... well I'm sorry I was a dumbass and didn't just throw that stupid thing in the trash right away."
I knew forgivness would come, but it wasn't going to be quick or soon. I walked away and decided to just let her be mad for a bit while I focused on my upcoming match. I went back to my office, sat back down in front of the computer and set about doing what I had planned before all of this craziness happened. I got the webcam centered and focused, and began recording.
"All hail the King... for a day... Chris Shields. Yep, that's what you really should expect to hear come Sunday. I am that confident in my ability to win, and there's good reasons for that. As soon as this match was announced. I started doing a bit of research on each and every single one of my opponents. I actually have files on each one of them, but we'll get those later. First step was looking over the brief bio's that SCW has. I noticed quick that there are no big guys in this match. Jin Watanabe is the largest competitior in the match, at six foot two inches, and two hundred and thirty seven punds. That gives him a seven inch heaight and fourty one pound weight advantage over the smallest competitor, Desparye. It's not really a wide gap when you think about it. The other thing I noticed, and this was one of the most interesting things. Everyone gives a description of their style. A self assesment of your best in ring skills. I have to say, it's very interesting to have not one, not two, but four guys who identify as high flyers, in an over the top rope battle royal."
I took a brief pause, held up my hand and then slowly raised one finger, a second, a third, and then a fourth.
"Four high flyers in a match where the ropes are as much an enemy as the other participants. These are guys who really need the ropes to employ some of their best moves. Whether it is giping up top to come off with a move or bouncing off of them to gain speed, they rely on those ropes, almost as much as their own talent. That right there, that's where I have an advantage. Because while I am certainly skilled with the high flying moves, I can also take to the center of the ring and wear an opponent down. I showed that in my first match. I went out there and chopped down a giant. I didn't get the win with some quick roll up or an out of nowhere move. I didn't have to put my feet on the ropes or low blow my opponent. I used my technical skills and ring smarts to weaken him, applied a submission and got him to tap out in the center of the ring. I showed that I am just as comfortable right there in the middle of the squared circle, as I am flying off the ropes. I question if my opponents can say the same thing."
I pause again and reach down into a small nearby drawer. I bring back up five smile folders. Each one with a tab corresponding to one of my opponents.
"As I said, I did my research one each of these guys. These have all the basic information, in addition to accomplishments and achievements, allies, rivals, commonly used moves, in ring tactics and styles, things of that nature. If you're the kind of guy that cheats as much as possible, it's in here. If you really like to use a particular kind of move like a suplex or a DDT, it's in here. If you're the kind of guy who has turned on every tag partner he's ever had, that's in here. For some of you, there's even comments you've already made regarding this match. So it's time to break each one of you down a little bit. We're gonna go in a simple alphabetical order here, according to last name. Well, except for Despayre, he's pulling a Madonna and going with the one name. So, he's up first."
I slid over the first file and opened it up to the large picture of Despayre.
"Despayre. Multiple time champion, and the guy most people are picking to win this match. If I was in the match, I would probably be right on that bandwagon as well. Unfortunately for him, all of those people aren't gonna be much help in this match and him thinking that I'm just some pretty face, well like so many others before him, it will be his undoing. I have been through wars in my career, and I'm still this pretty. That right there should tell you something about my toughness. Hell, this is the guy who should know better than to overlook people. He's not exactly a big guy, and has no doubt that he himself been underestimated based on what he looks like. If he wants to follow along with the crowd and focus on my looks, well so be it, I'll prove him and everyone else wrong. Moving on to the next one."
I put up Despayre's file and slid the next one across.
"Kris Halc. This guy is a former internet champion and he's got all the talent in the World. Unfortunately, he's trapped inside of a bad daytime soap opera. The big question mark for this guy is if he's going to be focused on the match, or his baby mama or his best friend who he's actually in love with, that has moved on to another guy? He could potentially be the guy to beat in this match, if he couldn't be distracted by someone saying, hey is that Heather over there? Plain and simple, his head isn't in the ball game and that is going to be his undoing. I honestly wonder if he'll even remember to show up of he's gonna be at an ultrasound or a lamaze class or maybe holding up a boombox outside of a window, trying to win back the love of his life who he left because he knocked up some other woman. Helpful piece of advice buddy, condoms are cheaper than children. I genuinely hope that you show up and have your head in this match, but I'm not holding my breath. I am however, moving on."
I put Halc's folder up and slid the next one across the table. I opened it up and shook my head as I saw Steve Ramone.
"Here we are, the guy I want to get rid of first in this match. Steve Ramone. You had the nerve to say that suddenly I get the chance of a lifetime? Suddenly? SUDDENLY? I have been in this business for thirteen damn years, alright, kid? I'm not just suddenly getting the chance of a lifetime. I have fought tooth and nail every where I have even been. I have racked up title wins, tournament wins, trophies, and all other manner of accomplishments. I'm in this match for one reason, and it's because I have proven myself over thirteen years, across seven continents, that's right I wrestled in Anartica before. It sucked, it was cold as shit, and there were only about fifteen people that actually showed up, but I still did it. So you want to talk about working your whole life to get this opportunity, well I'm in the same damn boat cupcake. Also, do yourself a favor and don't mention my girlfriend again. Who I'm sleeping with, has absolutely zero baring on this match, and the fact you had to mention it, just proves that you're stoo stupid to come up with anything else. If I do nothing else in this match but eliminate you, I can actually consider it a success. Hell, I could lose this match, but if I toss you out before I'm eliminated, it's still a vitory for me. I'm done with you now, on to the last two people."
I stuff Ramone's folder into the trash can, and slid the next two across. I opened both of them at the same time.
"CJ Sharpe and Jin Watanabe, why am I adresssing you both at the same time? Pretty simple, I felt like joking about the fact that both of you couldn't even manage to show up at the last show. Sharpe, I know you said some stuff this week, but the only thing you had was to call me pretty and use the tired ass cliche that you're gonna make me be not so pretty after this match. I guess I could give you a cookie for being the one hundreth person to say that, but I don't feel like it. Jin Watanabe, not a peep at all from him. This is a guy who had so much hype and is supposed to be the greatest thing to ever come from Japan, but I have to say that I just don't see it. I've spent time in the land of the rising sun. I've wrestled over there, I've been in tournaments over there. I've never heard your name mentioned over there. Are you talented? Yes. I can't and would never deny that. However, you're not as good as you seem to think you are, and you're not going to be King for a day."
I slid the last two files off of the table and put them up.
"I have been here many times before. Come in to a new place, get some hype, get a high profile match, have everyone bet against me in favor of one of the guys that's been here for awhile, and then, you wanna know what happens nine out of ten times? I prove all of those people wrong. I win this match, and I punch my ticket to any championship match I want. In three matches, I can potentially become the top guy in this company. Five men stand between me and being able to do that. I intend to take them all out, stand tall and tell everyone that it's time to hail to the king, baby."
I reached down into another drawer and pulled out a small crown. I placed it upon my head and gave it a little smirk.
"I think it looks pretty damn good."
I gave a wink and a bit of a laugh before ending the recording.