“Jesus fucking christ. It’s funny how quickly the most chatty go silent when things do not go their way. It is funny how the most positive become so inherently aggressive when things do not go their way. It is funny how quickly the delusional pretend that they have done anything to earn what they have been given, and in turn push their false ideals upon those who are burning, bleeding and working to prove themselves. See, I let things simmer. I allowed for the mouthy child who I told what to expect to put his acknowledgements where they needed to be. I left the silence golden for the nothing man who was put before me, to thank me for giving him the lesson that I did. I let him live, and he spurned me for it. Silence from little Lyle. No thanks, no praise, no acknowledgement. Just silence met with silence.”“Disappointing.”
“Then the little upstart thinks that in his stupidity, that he is succeeding. It may sound hypocritical, but just stick with me here. Just for a moment. You’ll see what I’m talking about. See Jayden, Jayden just needed to stay down. Jayden just needed to take a breath, look at what is before him and realise. That sometimes the smartest way to victory is not to fight every battle like it is the final one in the war. Stamina, endurance and persistence. Three key traits that he embodies, but intelligence and understanding? Something he severely lacks. See, Jayden couldn’t get the job done in his own realm of expertise in thirty minutes. When it came to stepping in the ring against a man like Kevin, he continued to bounce back over and over. The stupidity of letting himself slowly be ground to dirt, in the hopes that people will love him for it.”“Disappointing.”
“But we once again put the boots to the uppity little brat, and he continues to fight back. To be a thorn in my fucking side. You know what pisses me off? This week we see the capstone on the proving ground series. We see people getting the opportunity to prove that they deserve to be going for championship gold, based on their merits. Instead of being in that series myself, we’re stuck dealing with the petulant child. Even worse, the week that the undeserving Eddie Lyons faces off with Kris Ryans, a man who seems intent on tarnishing what little respect he has left. In that same week, we have two egregious things happening.”
“My dear sweet wife, Luna Pasilno, after dismantling the veteran Song, coming off being the strongest contender to Kayla Richards. Being full of anger, and desire. She is conveniently excluded from the Proving Grounds series. Despite being the only woman actually fucking attempting to create anything of worth in that division. The only one constantly battling, constantly remaining in the purview of all the relevant contenders. She’s overlooked for fucking who? Raine and Prudence?”“Disappointing.”
“But even worse than that. In a week where I should be in the position of the undeserving Eddie Lyons. In a week where Kevin Carter should be celebrating the effective destruction of Jayden Harris. In a week where J2H should be fighting any damn person he wishes. We are instead handed what can only be seen as a fucking joke. The past, present and future of Sin City Wrestling, and we get… The Stupid, The Useless and the fucking Joke. The Stupid Bulldog, the Useless Hardcore Veteran, and the Joke that is the Wank.”“Disappointing.”
“I’ve had the misfortune of sharing the ring with two of these three men in the past, and for the love of god. I cannot believe that the only other person who has put in half as much work as I have this year, is the third man who I refuse to believe is actually even trying at this point. So let’s start with The Useless, Justin Smith. The only man I haven’t faced before in this match. The other workhorse of the Men’s division, if you will. Except, I don’t think that is quite appropriate to describe you, do you? No, see, whilst you may have been in as many matches as I have this year, Justin. It’s night and fucking day between us and the relevancy of that. You’re the epitome of what we refer to as a ‘jobber’. The guy who is there to tune-up when someone needs to bounce back. The guy that is there to ensure that new talent isn’t simply turning up for a payday. The guy who helps show the absolute fucking dregs of this business and pretends like it means fucking anything.”
“I do not like you, Justin. I have been vocal about my displeasure of your existence. I hated the fact that somebody was deemed adequate to compete against me at Summer XXXTreme, because they happened to beat you. It is a mockery of the talent that I am, not only for you to be seen as an adequate challenge, but for you to be placed in a match across the ring from me. In the opening fucking match of the show, when people like Eddie Lyons and Kris Ryans are getting to main event for the opportunity that should be mine. I’m stuck wallowing around at the dregs and the cesspool puddles with the bottom feeders like you, Justin. I’m stuck opening the show against filth like you, and I have to pretend to be fucking happy about it.”
“Do I seem fucking happy, Justin? Do I seem content with the idea that I am being reduced to this stupidity? For better or worse, it is unfortunate that Bulldog has been stuck with you, because in any other circumstance at least he wouldn’t have to be carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Somehow, in the infinite wisdom, they stick him with not only the most useless man of the current day, but also with another partner who may be the most useless person in the history of this company. See you are The Useless in my eyes, Justin. You are nothing but a speed bump that irritates with its obnoxious placement. You face off against three main eventers, and I just know. That when it comes to show time, you’ll simply roll over and let your leg be cocked.”
“You’ll lay there and put us over, because that is all you can do. Whether or not it is on purpose, or otherwise. You are a fucking ant to me, and I will crush you. Crush you so that I never have to see your stupid fucking name anywhere near me ever again. You can stay slumming it, and I’ll go back to the main event where I belong. I’ll go back to competing for the World Championship, like I should be. I’ll go back to being the man with all the eyes on him, and you? You’ll simply be…”“Disappointing.”
“The most insulting thing however, isn’t your simple existence in this match Justin. No, the insulting thing comes with you being paired up with The Joke. Gabriel fucking Wank. The man who I had hoped had fallen so far into obscurity that we would be safe from having to hear from the man ever again. Instead, he decided to come back and immediately shoot himself in the fucking foot. See I can forgive most things. I can understand the desire to want to be back in this ring. Hell, I think you even tried to give me a run for my money last time we met in the six sides. Compared to Justin Smith, at least you aren’t phoning it in, Gabriel. That is, however, unfortunate for you. Unfortunate because you aren’t skilled enough to even be considered phoning it in. You talk too much for a man who has never been able to match what he says with any level of success.”
“But you went and did something that I would not forgive anyone for. See, you want to get personal with me? Go for it. There’s not a single person in this company that can go word for word with me, and come out the better. There’s not a single person in this business that can match me word for word, and not come out the otherside angry and frustrated and knowing that I am deep under their skin. What you did however? You went and insulted my wife. Now, Luna can easily stand on her own two feet. She’s a big girl, with tough skin and simply laughed it off, but I’m not so forgiving. See, I’m an advocate for watching what the fuck you say, and who the fuck you say it to, because when you poke the bear you get your fucking head ripped off. You poked the bear, Gabriel. You poked it, and now? Now you get to suffer for it.”
“See I don’t care for Justin. I’ve had my fun with Bill, and despite what he may want to believe, we all know that there is no comparison between myself and him. That I am Roulette Champion, despite his attempts to interfere. I outlasted him earlier this year. I have repeatedly beaten him from pillar to post in every match since my unfortunate first few months in this company. But what do I really want out of this now? You and me, centre of that ring. My hands wrapped around your piggy little throat, and hearing the bell ring as the referees try and pull me off your deadening body.”
“See, I’m going to squeeze the fucking life out of you, Gabriel, and you’re going to tap, and tap, and tap. You’re going to reach and plead, and beg. You’re going to watch as they are unable to pry my hands away from your fathead, and know that as the blackness of unconsciousness steals your vision, you have nobody else to blame by yourself. You can only blame yourself, because you decided to try and insult my wife. You decided that your mouth was going to run and insult the person who you decided to interact with. That you decided was going to have to have their time ruined by you. You are just sickening, and guess what else?”“Disappointing.”
“I have very few people I care for in this world. There are few people that I would go to war for, and you? You Gabriel decided to insult the one person in this world that I would fucking die for. So when you’re laying there, coming back to consciousness and wondering why you’re laid up in a hospital bed. When you are trying to put the pieces together, barely even able to remember coming down to the ring, let alone getting the life squeezed out of you. When you feel around and feel like you’ve been beaten worse than you’ve ever been in your fucking life, I want you to remember this. I want you to remember that you made a decision to insult the most beautiful person in my world. You made a decision to insult my wife, and because of that? You are going to feel a world of fucking hurt. A world of fucking pain. A world of agony and fear. And no one is going to feel bad for you. No one is going to care. Not even your dear, sweet mother, will feel an ounce of fucking sympathy for you.”
“You made this choice, and now you will wear it. You will wear the pain, you will wear the bruises, and then? You’re going to pack your bags, go home and never, and I mean it. Never step back in this ring again. Never show your face, and never, ever, say anything to me or my wife ever again. Drill these fucking words into your tiny little head, and remember. You are The Joke, and that is all you will ever be. No matter the denial, no matter the arrogance. You are a fucking worm in this world, and the sooner you realise it and stop pretending otherwise? The better off we will all be. You are absolutely fucking…”“Disappointing.”
“But then, we have The Stupid. Bill Barnhart himself. I have a soft spot for Bill. I don’t pretend otherwise. I know that in reality, the space between now and then, and here and where. Bill and I were once almost equals when I had been out of this ring for close on a fucking decade. Then I found my groove again. Then I found a way to get better, to remember how to do this. To find the footing, and ever since? Bill hasn’t got a sniff in. We’ve said it before, and god knows, we’ll probably say it again. Part of me is sick of it, really. The back and forth, the repeated claims of grandeur. Yet it doesn’t matter if it’s a Championship defense, or a dog collar match. It doesn’t matter if it’s a mixed tag encounter, or a one on one affair with us. Every time the outcome stays the same, and I don’t see that changing. I don’t see it altering, Bill.”
“You’re a man who had his time. You’re a man who is a good hand, and unfortunately in this case? You’re the one man with any level of merit on your team. You can see it, can’t you? You’re in an unwinnable situation. You’re facing three of the best that this company has ever seen, and you have to try and carry deadweight over the finish line. You’re just not that good, Bill. You’ve never been that good, and you probably never will be. That’s not a problem if you understand your place in the world. For guys like Justin and Gabriel? That’s simply rolling around in the filth and excrement that settles at the bottom of this cesspool. Being nothing more than warm-ups for anything worthwhile. You Bill?”
“You’re what they want to accuse me of being. Simply a good hand to have. A man who does his job, but isn’t good enough to be a champion. Now, you’ve had your successes, I won’t deny it. But you and I both know, as long as I’m Roulette Champion? You’re stuck at the bottom with the other feeders. You’re stuck without an end goal, because even through it all you have to understand that you do not belong in my stratosphere. You and I? We’re not on the same level. We never will be. So I want you to stop being The Stupid. I want you to stop pretending like you can change anything, and simply watch as I do what I need to do. You stay on that apron, you stay out of my way. You watch as I break your disgusting little flakes that you’ve been saddled with and know.”
“This wasn’t your fault. This isn’t your fight. You are simply a sacrifice being made to insult the three of us. You are simply a bump on the road, and I need you to stop. I need you to step down, because I’m tired of it Bill. I’m tired of walking the dog, and leaving it in the shed begging for a bullet to the fucking head. So I simply ask that you do one thing for me Bill. Don’t be…”“Disappointing.”
“Come Climax Control, I need the three of you. The Stupid, The Useless and The Joke. I need you to understand your role in this play. A trio of hacks, designed simply to piss us off, and to be sacrificed in place of the man we actually want to tear apart. I need to know something though.”“Have you been listening?”
