“A narcissist paints a picture of themselves as being the victim or innocent in all aspects. They will be offended by the truth. But what is done in the dark will come to light. Time has a way of showing people’s true colors.” — Karla Grimes
Foreword:
Success.
The success of CCPE rolls along, doesn’t it? Whether it’s Tara’s cruise, CCPE vs. The World, The Denzel Porter Invitational or any other special event that comes along. We don’t claim anything but excellence ahead of time. Now several of us for the enterprise are in the Blast From The Past tournament. I should be worried about this because of the very real threat that it poses for my world title. I am confident though, that like last year, I will win this thing again. Guys like J2H are going to be favored to some extent and that’s because he’s a local legend. He never at any time in his career faced global competition. Until you step outside of your comfort zone you’ll never really know how good you are. People here that have only ever been here talk about loyalty to the brand. My real loyalty is to myself and my family. That is one of the reasons that when Page offered to represent me, I jumped at the chance to have someone of a like mind to represent me. Things that are expected as a member are really quite simple.
We expect to win, because of who we are individually and collectively. Being one of the cornerstones that this enterprise was built on often makes me smile. It has more often than not given me a sense of pride. Sure some members, well, former members now have made me cringe in the past. They are no longer represented by the enterprise known as CCPE. With Chronic Chris Page as the owner, you can surmise really quickly he doesn’t put up with much in the way of negative public relations. Kat Jones, my baby sister, was just named President and CEO of CCPE, and she is of the same mind. Once the fat had been cut we were able to add some great talent to our roster. I won’t dig back into that because I’ve covered it recently, it just makes me proud to be a part of what we’re doing and how we’re doing it. When we first formed, we had people out there claiming that Chris took a significant chunk of the money we had coming in.
I was astonished at the accusations at the time. Page get’s none of my money, outside of endorsement deals that he helps to facilitate. It’s like 5% at that point. Some of the deals that have been struck, that’s a small amount. Chris Page and the rest of CCPE, they are good people by and large. Some of us, well, we aren’t for everybody I guess is the best way to put it. We’re a little rough around the edges, and sometimes we don’t play well with others. That’s part of our charm. Men like myself, Ken Davison, Goth, Peter Vaughn, Rogan Mac and Chris Page are that way. The Ladies are much the same. Melissa, Kim Pain, Lucy Johnson, Kyra Davison. We were even accused of being some kind of cult, along with the stable accusations. If CCPE was a cult or stable, we’d have taken over every company that we have members at. It would have likely started in SCW if that were true. Originally there were no CCPE members in The Saviors and now there are many.
The Saviors are a group destined for more greatness, half the field is not only represented by CCPE but The Saviors as well. Considering our roster is nothing but CCPE members at this point in time, you get the inference. Much like CCPE represents the best of the best in this industry, we represent the cream of the crop within Sin City Wrestling. What you don’t understand about us will be made crystal clear going forward. The team we are assembling within the confines of SCW is a group of people that have historically told people to fuck around and find out. When they were called on it, they were shown to not be bluffing. We don’t have to cheat to win matches, that’s an advantage of being from a wrestling pedigree. That’s an advantage of having learned the business the hard way. That comes from being superior to everyone else on this roster, by leaps and bounds. Michael Harris fucked around and now he’s gonna find out.
The hard way.
{Oblivion Ranch - Las Vegas NV - “The Rabbit”}
The cold drizzle and the winds have seemingly sucked the energy out of me. Cold, wet days always had this effect on me. The only thing they’re really good for is napping or fucking in my opinion, or napping after fucking. Here I sat though on the front porch of the house. It was still early when I saw Thaddeus Duke’s twitter message about bartending and his tips going to the NY Humane Society. The Humane society has been a favorite charity for a long time. So, I let him know I’d be there. The other thing I knew was that Gabriel Bahl and Amber had set up a meeting to discuss her future. I always tried to keep my word, so I would remain away from home today so that they could feel free to discuss whatever they needed to. I wouldn’t be around so I wouldn’t serve as a distraction. I wasn’t too concerned about him doing something stupid, because Kuyon would be on it. He had received military training and would rip the throat out of anyone who posed a threat to her. So, while I waited on Whisper to get here, I had left her a note near the coffee maker.
“Hey Love, I'm going to do some charity stuff with The Velvet Rabbit and Thaddeus Duke, I’ll be back tomorrow.
Love,
Mac
Ps
Blessed Redhead
Let the fire fall from the skies
Let Heaven choose a few
To harness the light
A beauty unknown to man
A fiery mane of burning hair
Lit by the god’s graces
With ivory skin
Covered with countless freckles
Each a fingerprint from Aphrodite
Only a few are blessed with such beauty
They have tempers to match their hair
Fiery yet controlled by passion
A rarity in this world
To be admired, treasured by man
Loved as no other should"
I had hoped she would like it, just an attempt by me to make sure she knows that I’ll always have her back and that my love was not conditional. It never had been and never would be. When you love someone, they should never have doubts about that, not that I think she did but she’s still defensive about shit at times. Especially when she thinks it's something I wouldn’t approve of. I’ll probably never understand that, I’ve never done anything but support her and her decisions. Bahl already knows that if he fucks with her, my face will be the last thing he’ll ever see on this earth. She’s one of the toughest women I’ve ever known, but even she has her breaking point. If I could just prevent that from happening, that would be my real legacy in this life.
I looked up from my reverie as a car pulled into the spot near the porch, I saw Whisper in the driver's seat. I smiled and waved, flight time was still 5 or 6 hours away, so we had time for some day drinking. The last time I saw Whisper, she was in a little better humor over her recent breakup. She stepped out of the car, and I raised up the bottle of scotch and she smiled. “You’re a good man, Mac, I don’t care what Twitter thinks of you.” There was that coy tone and sarcastic wit that I admired so much about this woman. “Good, ‘cause neither am I.” I poured some scotch into a glass that already had ice in it. Handing the drink over to her, she cupped it in both hands and drank deeply. “Good lord, Mac, that’s fucking great.” I laughed, “I would never serve you cheap scotch, I do keep some around but that’s for when less entertaining people show up to drink.” She nodded and smiled a little sadly, “How are we on time,” she asked. “Oh, we still have a good 4 hours before we need to be there.” She leaned back in the chair as I lit a cigarette, “Good,” she said as I leaned back in my chair.
“What’s on your mind,” I asked her in all seriousness. “I mean, I know you’re going through a tough time but I didn’t think you’d want to fly to NY with me for a trip to the Rabbit.” She gave me that smug smirk she likes to use on me, “You are perceptive, I’ll give you that. The reason I wanted to talk to you is Kat.” I was a little surprised but not by much. “Alright, what about her?” I always tried to use a neutral tone with Whisper, I don’t like it when she’s upset or shocked by something.
“You’re wrong about who’s to blame for her early retirement. You can’t shoulder that Mac, she knows it’s not your fault, and I know it’s not your fault. So, now, I need you to believe that it’s not your fault. So you can move on from that, and not dwell on what might have been, if you had noticed the severity of her injuries. She’s very good at hiding that. None of us saw it coming is what I’m trying to tell you.” This had been an internal struggle for me, something I grappled with every day for months. She was right, I had to let it go before it ate me up inside more than it already had. That was the hard part though, letting go of things that you think you could have prevented. “I understand Whisper, and I realize that even if I beat Larry Tact bloody every day for the rest of my life that it wouldn’t sate my anger.” She nodded, “Good now that’s settled.” She extended her arm and I took her empty glass from her. As I was pouring her second glass, I felt the warmth spread over me as she smiled. The bond that connects us was very strong. Most people would call it hokum or voodoo, it was a psychic connection. Not that we could speak to each other through it. I’d be the first one to admit it was weird but it helps us all. You can send someone positive emotions through it if you could sense they were in distress.
{Somewhere in the middle east - “Admiral Gomez”}
[Over 25 years ago]
//This will tie into Amber’s story//
The day that Admiral Gomez was arrested was a memory that would long be etched in my memory. You never forget the shock of a senior officer from your branch of the military being apprehended for war crimes.
The desert was a very brutal, unforgiving, and arid place. The heat, and the wind could be brutal and certainly no place for mistakes. As hot as it was on this day, it was nowhere nearly as hot as in this small room we all stood in. The anger in this room radiated like the sun itself, and the tension…saying it was high is like saying Everest is a small hill. Even the sharpest knife could never have cut through the fog that hung in this room. Our commanding officer was in the process of reading Rear Admiral Gomez his rights, he had already informed him of what he was being charged with. The officer had tried to go on about his duties without paying attention to what Castello had to say, but the marines on either side made certain that he stopped and paid attention. Moment’s like these were life changing, but the Rear Admiral seemed to think this was all a joke or something. Now that he had been restrained by the marines he was paying more attention. The more Jeff spoke the more angry the senior officer became. His tone was somewhere between outrage and incredulity.
Captain Jeff Castello began reading him his rights, but Gomez interrupted him. “Save it, Captain, we both know I’ll never see jail time.” He sneered at all of us who were there, “None of you fucking matter in the bigger picture, bunch of fucking half assed sailors who just don’t get it.” I heard a sharp intake of breath, the source of that was Vivian. The look of shock on her face was one that I would remember the rest of my life. A stream of tears began to roll down her face as her image she had always held with this man was shattered. She would later tell me of how Gomez had become her mentor and closest confidant after she had saved his daughter down in Biloxi, Mississippi. If she hadn’t done what she had done, his daughter would have died a horrible death at the hands of a bull shark. Jeff touched her on the arm and motioned for her to leave the room. She did so quickly, with only a sigh of relief escaping her. Castello looked at Gomez, “Were you aware that you’ve been under surveillance for over two years? There will be no escape for you.” I shook his head with disgust directed towards the Admiral.
“There is a list of names of men and women that you are personally responsible for their deaths.You sold them out to terrorists. Here, Syria, Kuwait, and Gitmo.Do you have nothing to say? Do you feel nothing at all?” Admiral Gomez didn’t lose his sneer, “Your opinion, and that’s all it is, means nothing to a man like me. I did what I had to do for MY family, I regret nothing.” Evidently Jeff had anticipated his reaction to the charges, his fist had already been balled up before the Admiral had even begun to speak. Jeff was a wise man though, and let it go as if he hadn’t spoken. “You see, Admiral, I could execute you right here and now and no one would question it. I’m not going to do that though, why would I add war crimes to my record. You disgust me, and if there really is a god, you will be dealt with the harshest punishment available under the UCMJ(Uniformed Code of Military Justice for those that don’t know)
“Admiral, you are hereby relieved of all duties at this command, you will be escorted to the airfield where you will be delivered by a seal team to Washington. A holding cell there awaits your arrival there and you will be fully processed and held until this investigation has been completed.” Admiral Gomez began laughing, as if this was some kind of joke. I looked over at my buddy from bootcamp, Bill Broome, Billy was seething as was I. Jeff looked over at us, “Gentlemen, escort the Admiral to the airfield, the seal team will meet you on the way. They also know the details of this, stay with them to make sure the admiral is still alive until the plane takes off.” We both snapped to attention and confirmed the order. “Aye Sir,” we said in unison. We waited until the MP’s had cuffed him, even back then I didn’t trust many people, so I checked the cuffs to make sure they were secured. After he was cuffed and I verified he was secure, Castello approached the man and removed his rank insignia. “You don’t have the authority to remove those or even to relieve me of my command,” he bellowed at Castello. Now it was Jeff’s turn to laugh, he withdrew a paper packet from his hip pocket. “This says otherwise,” he stated with confidence and an unshakeable tone. “This was done with a direct order from the Pentagon based on initial findings. You’ll get your opportunity to prove the evidence wrong.”
He nodded to Billy and I, “Get this piece of shit out of here,” he ordered and we complied immediately, no questions asked. We each grabbed him under an arm and escorted him out of the room. Vivian tried to flag me down, but I ignored her request and kept him moving to the transport that waited outside. Three armed marines waited there, all with stern faces showing no emotion at all. Broome and I sat the admiral in between us, “you didn’t have to tighten those cuff’s down that tight you know?” The Admiral’s discomfort was comforting to me as I thought about the names on that list. I had known many of them, a lot of us went through bootcamp, survival school and various training together. “I’ll double check them at the airfield, maybe I left them too loose,” I said to him in a flat voice. I felt the transport slow to a stop, I knew we weren’t at the airfield yet. Four armed men slid into the back with us, all wearing non military gear. At the sight of my rifle in their direction, their leader held up his hands, “Relax sailor, we are the team that Jeff told you about.” I lowered my rifle, spying his rank, “My apologies Chief.” He smiled and nodded, “No apologies necessary, I’d have done the same. We live in some scary times.” The admiral smiled when he spotted the team, which was not lost on me or on Billy evidently as he tightened the grip on his rifle. He and I both were on high alert right now, feeling like we were headed into an ambush to spring this piece of garbage.
“Relax gentlemen, I realize what you must be thinking, but we’re not here to spring that asshole or prevent him from receiving the justice that he deserves.” I reached over and touched Billy’s rifle, “At ease Seaman, it’s fine.” A moment later he physically relaxed and breathed deeply. The Chief Petty Officer eyed me, “You’ll make a good leader one day, Petty Officer Bane.” I nodded my appreciation for his assessment. “Chief, I appreciate the kind words.” Gomez remained silent for the rest of the trip to the airfield, then the transport slowed to a stop again. The smell of jet fuel was unmistakable, so we must be in the right spot this time. Gomez knew it as well, his eyes grew a little wild as Broome and I drug him to his feet. “You will all rue the day that you ever even heard my fucking name,” he exclaimed as the seal team helped to drag his ass out of the transport. I heard a loud thump and a groan, and I realized that they had let him fall face first to the ground. “That’s a good bunch of sailors right there, Chief.” He looked over and winked, “Don’t worry, he’ll get there alive and mostly in one piece. Tell Jeff that I send my regards, we’ll get him back to the Pentagon and see what happens.” “Aye Chief, I certainly will.”
We exited the vehicle and climbed up into the cab with the driver, “Okay, let’s head back,” I said hoping I was wrong but secretly knowing I was right and his claims were truthful.
[present time]
“I knew even back then, that he would not pay for his crimes,” I said quietly to Amber. She looked at me in a sympathetic way, which is as rare for her as it was for me. “You don’t have to help with this,” she said in a strong voice. I looked up at her and smiled, “That may be, but I want to. That was a long time ago, maybe he’s different now but I’d love to see that in person. It’s not like he’ll recognize me.” She smiled, "yeah, I’m sure you look much different now.” I nodded, “yep I’m even prettier now than I was then,” I said in my tongue in cheek style. She shook her head, rolled her eyes and laughed at me. “You’re such a smart ass, don’t ever change.” I looked at her in fake shock, “No plans to, Darlin’l”.
{The Oblivion Ranch - Las Vegas NV - “You want me to believe what?” }
The cold in the desert is no joke, especially after the sun goes down. Despite that My old c.o. Jeff Castellow and I sat on the back patio near the fire pit that was blazing away. It kept it warm enough for us and the eleven dogs that sat around it. Amber was somewhere inside and tended to stay away from these conversations, the less you know, you know? Plus I’d give her the details later anyway. We were double fisted tonight, cigar in one hand and a tumbler of scotch in the other. We were mostly shooting the shit and making fun of each other. Jeff, “So, one dog wasn’t enough?” I laughed at the comment as Kuyon looked up at me and then put his head back down with some ear scritching. He was content and let a sigh escape him. “Well, Jeff, one is plenty ,but this old boy knocked up a champion,” I pointed over at Cher. “Cher is special, and they do have nine puppies together.” I smiled down at the old man and shot a wink to Cher, causing her to thump her tail against the ground. Jeff smiled, “If only I had enough time to take care of a puppy. They are adorable.” I smiled, “Yeah, they did good.”
I set the tumbler down to relight the cigar and I could see him watching me out my periphery. “What’s on your mind Jeff?” I smiled and shook his head, “you have always been hard to read, Mac.” He flicked an ash into the firepit and took a drag from his cigar. “The report you wrote for me about the source of the information that caused you to act, in order to help protect Vivian. That’s why I made this special trip and brought your favorite scotch and cigars as bribery.” I barked a laugh, “You know bribery is not necessary, right? I appreciate it though.” He smiled in response, “I know, plus it was an excuse for me to come see you guys.” Another drag from our cigars while he waited on me. “Okay, so what were your questions?” He looked up at me, “What were my questions? What were my questions?” His eyes went wide and his tone was exasperated. “How do you expect me to be able to explain to my superiors that you were tipped off by a fucking Teddy Bear network?!” I smiled and now fully amused, “What’s to explain? I mean, have I ever lied to you?” He glared at me, “Just once and that was to protect Vivian, if I remember correctly.” I nodded in agreement.
“Yeah it was to keep her from getting written up, I believe,” he said to me. “So you wrote me up instead,” I replied in a calm voice, “totally worth it.” He shook his head, “you two were always getting in trouble, but hey, no judgment here. I bet you became a hell of a potato peeler.” He trying to jab me made me laugh again, “Best ever,” I said coyly. “And yeah, the thing with despy and angel is a real thing, I don’t know how to explain it, and I probably don’t want to know.” He leaned back in his chair while I leaned forward and flicked an ash in the firepit. Just then my phone went off, a message from Despy…
[couldn't you just tell him it’s a coinkydink?]
The message caused me to chuckle, so I turned the phone around and showed him the message. He shook his head in response, “We can alter the report for sure, but….hey, is he here?” I looked up at the window just over Jeff’s shoulder and nodded towards it. Jeff turned around to see Despy’s teddy bear Angel sitting in the window. “What the fu….” he said, he slowly turned his head back around. “I made BBQ today, so yeah, he’s probably getting ready to head back home soon.” He looked at me and said, “I have no words right now, don’t worry I’m not going to bother him about it. Change the fucking report Mac.” He leaned back and drained the last of his scotch as I laughed at him. “You’re so not funny.” I tip my glass towards the window and Angel, then they were gone. “That’s fine, wanna talk about something else, maybe something that won’t cause you to go all pale and nearly have a heart attack.”
Jeff casually flipped me off causing more laughter. I felt a little bad for Jeff but not entirely, because I can be a bit of a dick. “Just remember Chief, I work in a world where we sell suspension of disbelief. Use your imagination and I’m sure you can find some value in what you learned tonight. You don’t have to believe in them at all my friend, even though you suspect it’s true.” He looked at me again, “I don’t think I can force myself to believe that, Mac.” I shrugged my shoulders, “not asking you too. If you don’t believe him or me, that makes protecting them easy. The last thing I want is a government agency trying to usurp what Despy is doing.” I finished the contents of my tumbler, “Plus, I didn’t believe it at first myself, until I saw the teddy bear in the window across from Vivian’s old place.” I think about it, “Snowflake is what Despy said was her name, or something like that.” I chuckle a bit, “talk about having your sense of realism tested. I thought I had dropped into the twilight zone.” After a short pause, I say to him, “After all the shit we’ve been through together, the things we’ve seen that we could never explain to a rational human being….this is not that hard to believe.” He never replied to the statement, he simply continued to stare at his tumbler as the call of the whippoorwill sounded just then. “Is the whippoorwill native to Vegas?” I smiled, “they are, actually but you usually only hear about them in Texas. They are an endangered species in Nevada, so it’s rare.” he looked up at me, “Beware the song of the whippoorwill…..It’s getting late Mac, I think I need to head back.” I looked up to say good night but he was already in motion.
[A short time later]
With everyone gone and the house quiet again, I was helping Amber clean up. “What was that all about,” she asked me in a soft tone. I smiled, “the teddy bear network.” She looked at me in shock and I shook my head at her. “I did it on purpose, love, I gave him information that he’ll never believe. Despy and Angel are safe.” She smirked at me, “They better be.” I nodded, “They are, Despy is not the only one with a network of information brokers.” I continued to dry the plate and put it back in the cabinet. “You holding out on me, Bane?” I gave her my best “I’m shocked” look, holding my hand to my chest. “Me? Hold out on you? Never,” I said in amusement. “No, love, I’ve been telling you for a couple of years that I have eyes and ears everywhere that the military operates.” My phone goes off again…
[We’re good, he’d never find anything anyway]
I chuckled as I showed her the message from Despy. “Our little spymaster.” She shook her head in response and rolled her eyes.
[How Rude]
I showed her again and she laughed. “Okay, I get it.”
[Thank you.]
I laughed again.
[BBQ was awesome, thank you both!]
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I said in a soft voice. I put my phone down again and helped finish up with putting the clean dishes away. “Why do you think that he will leave Despy alone?” I looked up, “Oh, he was so shook when the whippoorwill sang earlier that it spooked the shit out of him.” That caused her to giggle and it took a minute for her to catch her breath. “It worked then.” I saw the evil glint in her eyes, “You didn’t,” I began and she motioned for me to follow her. She grabbed her key ring from the table and we stepped outside. She pressed the button and the song of the whippoorwill began to play. “Fuck, I love you.”
Scene fades as we go back inside.
{In-Studio - Oblivion Ranch - Las Vegas NV - “Blaze of Glory Eleven.”}
The scene opens….
I stand in front of the mirror, jeans, black sleeveless “CCPE” t-shirt, and my usual pair of black cowboy boots. My “Texan” headband to top it off as I turn towards the mic and camera that has already been setup to capture everything.
The hours I’ve spent watching tapes of his matches and the promos, it’s time to prove that shit paid off, I think as I begin to speak
Well, y’all, here we are once again. Another Blaze of Glory Super Card event and another world title to defend.I take the title belt off of my shoulder and hold it in front of me, I smile down at it and continue.
This is such a huge part of what gets me out of bed and ready to take on the world, every goddamn day., I think to myself as I get ready to dig in.
This is not virgin territory for us is it? No, not by any stretch of the imagination. This is the beginning of my fourth reign as Sin City World Champion and seventeenth overall. My fans and myself are comfortable in this position or role, however you want to see it. The thrill of the chase for a title is an amazing high but the defense of the title is where the real joy is for me. The strategy behind it and the sacrifices you must make in order to defend a world title is where the real value is. What you learn from having done this so many times is invaluable. So in light of all of that, let’s talk about your journey Michael Harris. How did you find yourself in pursuit of my title?
I take a moment to formulate my thoughts.
so much to say about this self absorbed prick., I think to myself.
When this match was originally announced, I was a little surprised. It’s not often in this business that someone comes in and wins a couple of matches and is booked in the main event of a Super Card. We have a man in Michael Harris that’s been back for a cup of coffee and already has a title shot. None of the long term veterans have shit to say about that? Really? Really. The gatekeepers of Sin City have gone dark it would seem. Maybe it’s just because I’m the one that called it out. That’s okay, I’ll roll with it and do what has to be done in order to defend this title. It goes without saying that I never disregard the man or woman standing across the ring from me. I don’t no sell people, and I try hard not to belittle anyone. One of the things I couldn’t help but notice, was when I went back through the SCW Title history, I saw your brother Calvin won the world title a couple of times. The person I don't see on that list is Michael Harris. Maybe you were going under a different name back then?
I smirk and shake my head in disgust.
I know Calvin from other places, this brother of his is a real piece of shit., I think to myself.
How you got here is impressive I’ll say that. The two men you beat have legendary reputations in this business. That is no small feat to have accomplished that. Yes, you won those matches, like myself you want to win by any means necessary. I’m not going to bash you for the way you won those matches, because that would be hypocritical of me to do so.
oh yes I fucking will, this guy is a clown who can’t win clean, I think to myself as I smile.
Actually, yeah, I am. You see, you won’t have that advantage with me however. Your girls won’t be able to help you win this match. It would be best to leave them in the back, if you value them at all. My family has a way of showing up for scenarios like this one. Kim, Kat and occasionally my wife Amber. I don’t need anyone to help me win a match, but they provide me with an insurance policy. Make no mistake about it, this is in no way a threat. That would be the wrong word to use, these are facts, and I’ll try to explain this carefully so a man of your limited intelligence can understand.
fucking asshole, I see you for what you really are, and I’m going to expose you., I think to myself as I begin speaking slower than necessary.
If they interfere with the match in any fashion they will be dealt with. I will not tolerate their shenanigans in this match. So, while you continue to try and chase clout, you need to understand who I am and what I am. I’m the man that put this company on his back for the last 2 years. Your lack of respect for me and what I do is both amusing and intriguing, so I have to ask this question. Who hurt you?
now the real fun begins for me, I think to myself as I start speaking in a normal way again in order to try and get under his skin.
Who was it that damaged you so much that you don’t recognize the very real danger you are in when you come for this title? Did mommy ween you off the tit too early in life? Did daddy not give you the recognition you thought you deserved? Has your baby brother always been so much better at this that you hate him with every fiber of your being? I mean, I see his name in the history books of SCW as being a world champion on more than 1 occasion, isn’t that right? I guess that would make you the lesser Harris. I smirk at the camera knowing how much that will bother him.
suck it up buttercup, I’m about to go deeper I think to myself knowing his brother is a sore subject for him.
That probably makes you more angry than anything else,doesn't it? I would say I love interacting with you on social media but you don’t interact with anyone on social media. I keep forgetting you’re one of those people who think everyone is beneath them so you don’t respond whether it’s friendly or not. What was it you accused me of? Ah, yes, riding your dick. That's a cute little man, but when someone calls you out for being a douche that’s a far cry from riding anything. You’re out here chasing clout that you don’t have, seeking relevance that doesn’t exist for you. So very narcissistic of you, but really you’re not even the best at that in this company. You’re more of a poor man’s version of Jack Washington at the end of the day.
I raise my hand up to my mouth and make the oh face at the camera.
Yes, I went there. I think to myself.
He does the cutting promo way better than you, in case you were wondering. I can say that because I’ve seen both. I always pay attention to everyone’s content that they put out there for the masses. It’s called being a student of the game, you might want to give it a try sometime. It may even help you prepare for a match with me. If you don’t? Well it will all unfold as usual, but hey look at the brightside, you can talk with Jack at the back of the line. I know however that you can’t be bothered with something so very mundane. Isn’t that about right? You believe the details of your opponent, there strengths and weaknesses don’t matter to you. Doing that kind of work is beneath you, isn’t that right, Icon? Well, that’s what you call yourself, it’s not what everyone else calls you. I mean, I’m sure you are iconic at least in your own mind.So arrogant after being away from this company and returning after a long hiatus. I think to myself as I continue along this line of thinking.
You call yourself, “Iconic”, I don’t know if that’s true? See, the truly iconic men and women that retire from this business don’t have to come back and seek titles. They have already made their mark on the industry and are happy and satisfied with what they’ve done over the course of their career. I would also be remiss if I didn’t mention that when people get beat by me, they tend to go on a long hiatus. Alex Jones hasn’t been seen around here since I beat him. Knox may never be the same again, although he is trying to make a comeback not unlike you. The difference is that Knox I can at least respect. You? Not so much. The most you will get from me is acknowledge the fact that you were gifted a title shot.
I glare at the camera as I think,
I remember the disdain I received all too well when I chose my opponent last year.You sure as hell haven’t earned one.
it’s funny how people think that my being angry is a distraction for me, I channel my anger and it grows as the match moves along. I think as I get ready to wrap this one up.
That’s only required from people I want to fight I guess! They are by far and away, far more talented than you. So enjoy your fifteen seconds of fame, yeah, I said seconds, I didn’t mispeak. You get your bit of time in the spotlight and then you go away like everyone else. I don’t say these things to try and be coy about the situation, I’m being transparent with you. I take this title very seriously. I also take the threat to it seriously, I’ll not have someone like you tarnish it. Nothing you’ve done since arriving here serves as proof that you would do nothing with this belt but diminish its value.
I raise the title back up into the air.
This is the first you’ll see before the match starts, and last thing you’ll see as they say “And Still”.
Fade.
