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[Court]side
For Those Reading,
Back when I was still just training to compete in this industry, I did a lot of research. I mean, if you’re going to try to break into a company, or a community, you better know what you’re getting into, right? One company was never enough. I would bounce around to all kinds of Youtube clips from shows. I started to follow specific people on social media so I could keep track of their matches. As anyone would expect, I found some people that I liked, and some people that were horrible for one reason or another. There was a few that definitely stood out though. A chick that basically rose to the top of two companies without ever saying a word. I’m not the type to drop names, especially of people I don’t actually know, but how many eight-legged mutes do you people really know?
From the moment that I signed on with Sin City Wrestling, I have done a lot of talking. I mean, that is what we do right? We let people in our plan for the match. We tell our opponent why they are going to lose to us. I’m not trying to simplify what we do to just talking, but it’s a big part of what we do between hitting the gym and scouting our opponents. I play the part. I do my thing. I’m not the type to really feel the need to talk down to people, so it’s not really my thing I guess. It’s not out of some strong moral compass where I can’t say anything mean. It’s that I feel it is kind of a waste of my time to tell people why they suck. They have to wake up with themselves every morning. What can I tell people that they do not already know about themselves?
I thought of myself as being the dutiful employee by cutting my promos and going out and winning matches, but apparently I’m not. Apparently I should be backstage doing hard hitting interviews with drug addicts or women with boobs bigger than brains. I should be on social media all the time just picking fights for the sake of picking fights. At the very least, I should be Google translating everything my partner says so that we can be on the same page.
So for those reading, let me put your mind at ease. I don’t really care what you want me to do. I don’t care about what you feel is typical, traditional, or the right way for a rookie to act. I don’t care that people are going to tear into me for not throwing up some video of me talking at a camera this week. I don’t care that half of the SCW audience probably won’t know that I said anything this week because they don’t know how to read. There are two people in this company that I have to impress, and the rest of you can hate me or ignore me, it makes no difference to me.
The only people that I owe anything to are myself and Mikah. I wouldn’t have gotten this far on my own. I definitely needed someone to step in and show me how things are really done. She is invaluable to me. There is a person more important than her though, and it is me. What I learned in looking through the people in this line of work is that they are all selfish. Everyone has a core group of friends that they would put their neck out for... to a point. Never far enough to have their head lopped off though. Again, selfishness. Some might care about the fans, but only why they are getting cheered. You think Crimson gives a fuck about what anyone in the crowd is saying or thinking? You really think Kris Ryans is any different? Don’t be naive. There are no good guys or bad guys here. There are just people doing what they think they need to do in order to get what they want.
If what they want means cheers, they pander for them. If what they want is for you to hate them, they insult you. Racism is a card to play for attention. Stabbing your friends in the back is what you do when the only thing you need them for is a stepping stone. Whining in front of a camera backstage is the way to a title match every few weeks. Winning and losing apparently mean nothing and the only thing that any of you people care about is words. Well guess what? This week you won’t hear me utter a fucking sound. I don’t feel the need to, and if we have learned anything today it is that selfishness is key.
How is that selfishness going to play out? I think it’s pretty obvious to everyone, even the people writing up the cards, that Fenris and I are the runaway favorites in this thing. Two rookies that nobody thought had a chance come together and dominate the people put in their way. Who saw that coming? Nobody. Mikah even told me not to join Blast From The Past. She told me that I was not ready to sign a contract yet. Here I am about to advance to the finals, proving even her wrong. Crystal might have beaten the stat book and Diamond to keep her date with Mikah, but we know that she’s just going to fall short again. Mikah walks out with the Bombshell Championship. The rookie that she trained, but wasn’t ready to get in the ring walks away as the Blast From The Past winner. That’s the top of the mountain three weeks from now, when three weeks ago I wasn’t good enough to sign a contract. If I would have put anyone’s opinion ahead of my own, I wouldn’t be in this position.
Like I said, selfishness.
The only difference between me and anyone else on the roster is that I am willing to just come out and say it. I don’t have a shtick to try and sell to you. I am not a walking gimmick. There is nothing superhuman, paranormal, or painfully tragic about me. I am not a character on your favorite TV show. I am the person that made a veteran tap out in the middle of a ring in my first match. I am the person that pinned the ever-so-sweet Roulette Champion in my second match. I am carrying my team, and the thing is, I have an amazing partner. Even if I wasn’t doing the legwork, Fenris is a machine. Equinox flying around and bouncing off the ropes is not going to work against a guy that can kick out out of the air. What’s left after the spot monkey? A guy that has already been eliminated from the tournament once, or a midget. Yeah. I’m sure either of those will be a huge challenge.
Hopefully you people can detect the sarcasm there.
And I know what a lot of you are probably thinking. I have been running down the finals, and all kinds of things, but none of it happens this week. This week I have to prove that another Roulette Champion is just not going to cut it, and send the lesser half of Team Hero packing with him.
I have already proven myself to be above and beyond the Roulette division. I put Sam Marlowe down easily, and as big of a name as Equinox maybe in other companies, he has never risen above that level. He has never done anything impressive here. His claim to fame was a tied record to share with Goth. Kris Ryans broke it and erased him from relevance. He is far from the biggest problem for his team though. He got saddled with someone that practically relies on being carried by a partner.
I think it is pretty obvious that Keira is here to try to establish some form of relevance again. Everyone here is surprised she made it this far, she has always sort of rode the ‘cape’ of her ‘super’ fantastic wife. In the grand scheme of things, would anyone even know who Keira is without Roxi? People that did not like me before, seem to hate her more, so I win a popularity vote by being the lesser of two evils. She may have squeaked by to get here, but she is most likely feeling like she is invincible now.
Once I beat her, she will disappear, back into retirement. I do not want a trophy or a thousand tweets thanking me. I don't want pleasant smiles and an invite to join their weird group of sex pets. All I want is to show that my claims hold water. She is just another stepping stone in the pond. She should not take it personal.
None of you should.
Worry about yourselves.
Be selfish.
I am.
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[B”Overtime”
Friday
4 May 2018
Chicago, Illinois
[OFF-Camera][/b]
I almost did not even want to post it. Maybe in times like these it was better to just shut up and do what I am told. That was never my style though. Nobody else was going to stand up for me, so obviously I needed to do it for myself. I clicked through a few screens to verify the post before sending it out to the SCW world. I closed the laptop and got up just in time for there to be a knock on my door that caused both a jump of surprise and a literal shriek that I had to hope whoever it was could not hear from across the room. I thought about pretending not to be there. The lights around the apartment were a dead giveaway though. I slowly made my way across the living room as quietly as I could and looked through the peephole.
The face was familiar, but not someone I really knew. The anxiety I felt lowered a little, but that only lasted a second. Why would he be here? I didn't have an answer so there was no chance I would swing open the door.
Court: “I'm not exactly sure who you are, but Kris is not here…”
It didn’t make sense at the time, but the chuckle it gave him eased my fears. I had only seen the man from afar, and he was only ever waiting on one person. I figured it had to be the reason he was here, but I was wrong.
Holden: “I'm actually here to talk to you…”
Almost immediately the anxiety came back. I tried not to let it slip into my voice.
Court: “I don't know you, so I don't know what you would have to say to me…”
He nodded, probably having expected that I would bring it up. It is not like any girl was going to let some old stranger into their house.
Holden: “My name is Holden Ryans. You work with my…”
He stalls as he tries to find the right word.
Holden: “You work with Kris. That is why I wanted to talk to you.”
Everything about him following Kris around made sense now. Well, maybe not how annoyed Kris seemed to be by it. Obviously this guy had seen us talking. Plus, if he so easily told me who he was, he was probably not dangerous. I could take him.
Court: “I fail to see how there is anything I can help you with when it comes to Kris. I do not know him, aside from a few times he filled in for my trainer.”
He seems a bit nervous and I can tell he is one of those intelligent hermit types. The ones that avoid being around other people like a plague.
Holden: “I wanted to keep tabs on everyone Kris interacts with. For the first time he is doing this on his own. No brother, sorry half-brother, no new managers, no sisters. Not even his wife or umm... girlfriend.”
He looks away for a moment. The lack of direct eye contact, even for as brief as his avoidance is before looking back at me it told me a lot. He did not actually want to be here, but he was out of some sense of duty.
Holden: “I thought since there was a chance of you working with him more often, you should know the situation…”
He stops, looking around. When he looks back at me I was not any less convinced he was a anxious person.
Holden: “Perhaps I can come in? Wait... I’m sorry that was presumptuous of me. I just did not want to talk about this in a hallway.”
I rolled my eyes and stepped back to give him room to come in. I trusted my gut when it told me Holden Ryans was equivalent to a declawed housecat. Unless I provoked him into a flight or fight he was relatively harmless. He thanked me with a nod as he stepped over my threshold. I closed the door behind him, not knowing what I had to do with any of it, but curious to find out.
