A leather chair sits in front of a camera, filming just a breaking light across the top of the tight brown former cowhide. I step in front of the chair, looking at it through narrowed eyes as I turn to face the camera. My torn blue jeans tighten as I sit down upon it, my many silver chains moving together across my black T-shirt. I look in the camera.
"Welcome to Fuck Kayfabe." I start "Oh yes, this is the eye opening part of a promo, so if you don't respect the work that goes in to actually coming up with this stuff, or hate monologue style, turn off now."
I pause for just a few seconds, the smirk of a confident man crosses my face.
"But you won't" I continue "Because you've seen me do this before, you've seen me open your eyes to truth before by using this show and well, I know deep inside you, you wanna know what truth I'm about to expose right now, don't you?"
I lean forward in the chair, pressing my hands together in a prayer style gesture.
"This should be no surprise to even the most idiotic of you viewers that this show is gonna be dedicated to one man." I say, looking at my hands. "To you Christian Underwood."
I roll my eyes as I look up towards the camera.
"Oh, shock horror, I'm talking about Christian again." Sarcasm drips from my tone. "I'm talking about the man you credit with giving you all this entertainment, the man you credit of being superman without the cape, but everyone has that dark side, everyone has that greed, everyone has that part of them they don't want you to see, even your beloved Christian."
A stern, firm look crosses my face.
"Everyone has that part of them where they need to make it look like they're holding back, just to make it seem like when they do step up, it's a bigger deal. Christian is no different" I continue "In fact, he is worse than what you think, because he has actually used you all and made you believe his the victim, when the wall has been pulled over your eyes."
I lean back in my chair, turning my head to the side. I rest my fingers on my chin, as if in thought.
"Are you really surprised your hero could do such a thing when we are in the business of smoke and mirrors?" I ask "He's spent a lifetime fooling you but you have all been too blind to see it because you loved him when he had his little pink flamingo gimmick, you looked at him as a trailblazer when he became one of the first accepted gay wrestlers all those years ago, but the truth is, that was something to just draw you in, and time after time he does it, time after time you support him, and time after time, you don't see that he's playing you all for fool. He did it a couple of weeks ago, and in the world of technology where people are generally smarter, you still didn't see it."
I turn my tilted head back to face the camera.
"Oh please explain Gabriel, please do it so we can shoot you down in flames." I mockingly say "Ok, shoot this one own geniuses."
A confident smirk crosses my face
"Put this one in flames." I continue "Imagine yourself for a moment, that you, yes you are Christian. You own a company that has grown from tin box arenas, to tours around the place, to see your original stake in the company money wise, increase in value ten fold in three years. You have the influence to get that over used make a wish charity, linked to your shows, so why would you wanna deal with the likes of me? Why would you have to?"
I put my finger to my lip in a mocking way.
"Because it's all about Christian Underwood." I comment. "People know contracts are not worth shit around here, people come and go without a thought, some just disappear, some make a big deal out of it and some hit you out of the blue, so why couldn't Christian buy that contract clause from me? Why did I do all the chasing? I use chasing loosely because the moment I made things clear, he already knew that he'd be in the ring at Violent Conduct II against me, he was just playing you, while I was simply playing him."
I remove my finger from my lips.
"Good old Christian was playing you to stoke his own ego and try and boost his self image. I act like a bastard and he feels the love of my actions because that is exactly how he wanted it to look." I say as I slowly shake my head "And you backwards fucking retards fell for it."
I shake my head with disgust.
"Hook, line and sinker, you bought the shit he was selling." I say pointing at the camera "You bought it, because he wanted you to think I was the bastard, when in fact, he knew this was the only way to remind you people that he used to be a wrestler once upon a time. He knew you all forgot he used to do this and needed to prove to you all, to remind you all, that he was once known for his wrestling skills, instead up licking charities arses to boost his own public image. He knew that a guy like me walking through everyone put before me, in the same ring as him, could make people talk about him again."
I pause for a second, breathing deeply.
"He knew this and you fell for it all." I smugly say "Would you like more proof?"
I put my palms out in front of me, pointing them towards the camera.
"Think about it." I start "With the growing pool of talent in SCW, admittingly, not many can stand up to me, but there are a lot of people who can give me a challenge. There's Drake Green, there's Sean Jackson, there's even talent in guys like Horace Jackson, Ryan Kidd, Gabriel Aser. Fuck, he could have stirred the pot a bit and put me against Rage, Despayre or even Big B to see how far I would go to get my hands on Christian. He could have put those roadblocks in my way to stop me from getting to him, but no, he gives me Equinox, because he knew I would walk through him without any issues at all. He did that for a reason."
I lean back, a proud look on my face.
"He did it because he knew Equinox is, and will always be, shit. He knew that putting Equinox in the ring with me, it means I will win and he will have a stolen a spot on a supercard, so he can be center of attention." I say firmly "He did this not to give you all a match you're desperate to see, but he did this to put himself in the spotlight again. Believe me when I say it was all planned from the moment he ended up blind. He never thought 'I'm gonna get revenge', he thought 'I'm gonna steal a spot I don't deserve on a show, and everyone will love me again'. He did just that and played the victim for you all to love him again and make him relevant."
I run my fingers through my hair, pushing it backwards and out of my eyes.
"Let's be honest, up until Hot Stuff started appearing less on TV, no one would even remember Christian is a boss and even now, Erik Staggs is on shows moaning and bitching at Mean Girls, more than Christian is on the shows in general." I smirk "I have made Christian relevant again, because if I would have just disappeared after being 'fired' by him, you wouldn't have seen him around your screens either."
I turn my face away from the camera, shaking my head in disappointment.
"And he calls me a crook and a con artist, yet he has pulled a huge con over you, the biggest illusion he could." I say as I slowly turn my head back towards the camera "He made you think I was the one that wanted this match and that I was the one who forced him in to it. He lied to you all people, he wanted this and he made you all believe that he was the victim. I saw through it from the start but you were all too stupid to do so. I knew exactly what he was doing but you were too sold on Christian being a good guy."
I shake my head firmly.
"Now, you tell me in light of these revolutions. Who really is the bastard in this whole situation?" I ask "Who really is the crook, the con artist, the true illusionist here?"
I point at myself while shaking my head, my silver chains rattling over my chest.
"If you would have guessed me, you would have guessed wrong." I say firmly "This is more conclusive proof, that Christian is not what you all see him to be. This is solid evidence that Christian Underwood is all about himself and not you. Everything he's ever done in SCW has made him smell like roses, every single fucking thing, and you know why? Cause that's how he wanted you to see him. Now you should see what I see, and you can not dispute it. Just sit there and let it all sink in about your hero, think about it, I'll wait."
I pause for a few seconds, my eyes just burning in to the camera
"So, has in got through to you yet?" I ask "If not, I'll spell it out once more for you. Christian Underwood used you. Christian Underwood is the con artist, he made you feel sorry for him to get you back on to his side and know exactly who the fuck he is again, when people just simply stopped caring about him, and all the stupid little things he does."
A confident smirk crosses over my face.
"The problem is, he's done all this for absolutely nothing, because once again, I will be the one people are talking about at Violent Conduct II" I start. "Oh don't get me wrong Christian, you shall be remembered but you will be remembered because of me, not because you actually won this match, but you'll be remembered because you have now been exposed and people will hate you for it. People will hate you for tricking them, just like they hate me for being honest."
I shrug my shoulders.
"I guess come the end of this match, we will no longer be as different as you think." I state "We will both be hated, we will both be remembered, but I will be remembered as the man who put an end to Christian Underwood's lies. I will be the man who inadvertently fought and won in the name of justice. They may think I'm the bad guy but they now know I'm not. I will be the hero Christian and your planned popularity comeback will all be for nothing."
I lean forward in my chair, locking my hands together, interlacing my fingers.
"And now you know the gospel truth on everything. Now you know Christian Underwood is the real fraud here and I am a man of truth." I start "But it's down to you fools if you wanna believe it or keep false worshipping this false idol who has made you believe in him."
I stand up for the first time, moving towards the camera, my head leaned down as I look deep in to the camera in front of me.
"I couldn't give a flying fuck if you believe me or not." I start "but only idiot wouldn't believe the facts I've given you. Don't be an idiot. Now fuck off!"
I cover the camera as the scene fades out.
Right after Rage's little bitch fest.
Yeah, I went there Rage. If you don't know what I'm talking about, please go take a look over my angry friend's promo.
I stroll in to the hotel lobby, a smile on my face as I breeze past the reception desk and to a seating area, covered in leather sofas, and armchairs. Tables sit in front of the sofas, magazines resting upon the wooden surfaces. I sit down on a sofa and a man approaches.
"Can I get you a drink sir?" He asks politely. "We have special cocktails this weekend based on Sin City Wrestling names and moves."
I look the waiter up and down, knowing waiters work for tips.
"Seriously?" I ask eyebrows raised "Some genius came up with names for cocktails based on us? Why?"
"It's a special attraction sir." He replies to me. "As I know who you are, how about an Avada Kedavra?"
I look up at the man, my eyes narrowed as I stare directly in to his. I run my hand across my chin, nodding my head at his offer.
"Make it two" I start "I'm meeting someone shortly."
The waiter nods his head, disappearing through a door at the other end of the room. I look down at the table in front of me but my attention is soon distracted.
"What's a nice guy like you doing in a dump like this." The female voice says.
I look up, my eyes focusing on the beauty before me, in the form of Odette Stevens, wearing a black bikini top, and a loose white wrap around her lower half. Odette has her hair tied back.
It's about time you saw this gorgeous lady back on your screens. You see the thing is, when Christian waved he magic wand and fired both Odette and I, Odette was happy, she's been loving the time to relax and do her thing away from the ring, but it's about time she was on your screen again. Have you seen the rough looking women in Sin City Wrestling these days? About time you had a bit of beauty on your TV.
"Sorry sweetheart." I say as I lift my left hand up and pointing the ring on my wedding finger.
"Oh, you're married." She says "That's ok, so am I, but I won't tell anyone if you don't."
Odette moves towards me, sitting down on my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck, letting them loosely hang behind me. She moves in closer, putting her lips next to my ear and speaking softly.
"So what do you say big boy?" Odette whispers.
"I say fuck yeah." I reply with a wink.
Odette leans in, her lips pressing against mine as I run my hands down her exposed back, my fingers slowly tracing down her spine. She moves her hands to my face and to the back of my head, deepening the kiss. The sound of someone clearing their throat causes Odette to snap around and look at a man.
"What the hell do you want?" She snaps.
The man looks past Odette and at me, intimidated by the stare that Odette has placed on him.
"Your drinks sir." The man says as he places two glasses on the table, with dark liquid in.
"Thanks now go away." I say shooing the man with my right hand while holding on to Odette with my left
The man walks away and Odette slides off my lap, leaving her upper body laying across my legs and I put my arm across her chest. She turns her head to look at the drinks on the table.
"Now what do we have here?" Odette asks.
"This place is naming their shit cocktails after wrestlers to push them on people." I explain "This is an Avada Kedavra, named after the best in SCW."
Odette nods, reaching over and picking up a glass. She puts her lips around a straw, drinking a sip of this black cocktail. She nods in approval and passes the glass to me, and I follow suit, taking a sip and nodding in approval.
"Not bad" I comment.
Before another word can be said, Rage walks through the hotel lobby, water dripping from his body. He looks across at me, his eyes burning a hole through me as he points angrily in my direction. He breathes deep, gritting his teeth but continues to walk past. Odette looks up at my smiling face.
"What was that all about?" She asks.
"Well it's a long story." I start "But I will explain later. Needless to say, Peanut Head will probably want revenge soon. Anyway Mrs Stevens"
I lean down putting my lips next to Odette's cheek.
"Wasn't you trying to corrupt this married man?" I say with a lowered voice and a wink.
Odette smiles as the scene cuts to black.
I know Rage's promo isn't up at this point, but when it is, you'll see why he's giving me the evils. Look at that you peanut headed bastard, I just made people interested in you.... and they said it couldn't be done.
Hello Christian. It's that time I talk to you again. We're gonna call this one overthrowing the selfish king.
Catchy, eh?
Why that title? Bit obvious isn't it considering who you really are and what has really happened around here when you think no one has been watching.
I have.
All this started because you was protecting your little boy Geno Jr, tell me, what has he done since he lost that title? Nothing! He lost to a damn NXT jobber in the form of Connor Murphy for fucks sake! Boy did you back the wrong horse in this race. No doubt that if he returns, he will be put straight back at the top to get another shot, because that is your train of thought, because he is protected by you and given every opportunity under the sun because you probably blew his daddy years ago.
What about the real talent you hold back?
The likes of me, the likes of Despayre, come on you blind bastard, even you know Despayre deserves a Heavyweight title shot, because he's been here since day one and never been given that chance. You hold people back more than anyone else I've ever seen and when the day comes that SCW dies on it's arse, it will be because you have held people back and let the real talent rot in opening matches. You let talent waste away because they're not your friends.
Does this sound like the actions of an unselfish man?
Nope, it doesn't. See, that's the problem Christian, you're not an unselfish man, are you? You're a man who thinks only of himself, of his own image, of his own life. Looking at the wealth of talent he has in front of him and just seeing dollar signs. There's no denying what runs through that head of his, no denying that he looks at people and wonders how he can make money out of the people in front of him, how he can exploit every single person he employs. That's all true, right Christian? You don't look at people and want to help them, you look at people and wonder how they can help you. You know what you are Christian...
A dictator hiding behind a smile.
Dictators have been doing it for years and you're just like one of those controlling people, but you hide it so well behind that smile, behind the "I've done this, so I'm a good guy" fake front that you put on and play like an award winning Shakespearian actor. They buy your every word, they believe every single lie that drops from that rancid mouth of yours, just because they think you're a normal, every day man, but you're not. You're a man who feels deep down that everything should be given to you now because of all you did in the past....
Bullshit!
Let me tell you a little something about the past Christian, about your past...
It's meaningless.
It stops meaning something as soon as you stop doing it. As soon as you put your feet under that desk, your entire career became a blur. You can sit there and say you've done this, and you've done that, but it means nothing. You used to wrestle, congrats, you also used to piss ya pants and suck on ya mum's tit.
See, your past is meaningless for all the good you've done, and I use done very lightly.
You are gonna be part of history though Christian, you will be known like many others, as a king that shall fall, as another dictatorship that gets over thrown. The king is dead, long live the new king Christian
That will be me. I will be the hero, I will be the one these people look up to after Sunday night. I shall liberate Sin City Wrestling and remove their chains to never more be held down by the like of you.
May God have mercy on your soul Christian Underwood...
...Because I won't.
