Post by Zero McHannon on Apr 14, 2016 17:50:57 GMT -5
(NOTE: Will code and pretty up after my class. Edit after post is solely for coding purposes only.This is the final written draft.)
The time is coming.
The time where I cement my legacy in this company with just one win. One more title reign. I will join some of the select few in becoming a TWO time FGA World Champion. Everyone will have no choice, except to watch as I pull off their wildest dreams…. twice.
So what does that exactly mean for me? It means I’m not only one of the best wrestlers to walk through this company, but this entire sport. It means that I’ve faced the best and won. It means that throughout my whole career people have doubted me, because they can’t stand to see someone like me win in first place.
They sit on their high horse saying, ‘That should be me, not Zero McHannon’. ‘I don’t know how he got into that position, and I don’t know how he always wins the big one’.
If they watched… if they just TRIED to know a little more about me, they would see why I’m one of the best wrestlers in the world to get in the ring with. A match against me is never an easy match. Just ask Fujiko Mine, who brought everything she had against me, but her best will never be enough.
The problem with this company is the influx of ‘me guys’. People that I didn’t even think would drag themselves to that level, have done it more than anyone. That’s why I hate social media. You see Cordy Stevenson and Chandler Scott talking about their recovery time, but never go out of their way to talk about the latest episode of Vertigo or the upcoming pay per view. They’re all about themselves. They don’t give a shit about anyone on this roster, just like the person in the locker room standing next to you.
That’s why I’m one of the best, though. I watch everything with as much detail as I can, and when it comes our turn to face off in the ring? I’m going to to throw everything I have at you. I’ll show you I’ve been watching and it’s not all about myself….
But it is all about me I nearly forgot. TWO TIME FGA WORLD CHAMPION…. Soon. Most of the people in this business can’t even get themselves a world title match, much less being a two time champion for the company?
I’m blessed. I’m talented. I’m everything that I’ve said I was, the moment I walked through the doors of this place.
Sit back and watch… you might just learn a thing or two about being a WRESTLER, and not just some twitter smut that can only get attention by kissing ass on twitter, doing your best to make friends with everyone, or finding a new whore to put all your feelings out on the table with… in text… pathetic.
Anyway, there’s a reason that I’m one of the greatest, and it’s because I don’t have to worry about any of those things. I’m more focused on my job and doing it the best that I can. I let my feelings get in the way of success, but Cindy Parker doesn’t deserve that honor anymore.
She deserves what I’m about to give her.
A one way ticket… the fuck out of MY company.
~~~~~~~~~~
Flashback
Morocco
The scene faded in on Zero McHannon as he sat on the backside of a hill that overlooked the city limits below him. His beard just started to grow out and there was a look of deep depression in his eyes as he watched the cars drive by, in and out of the buildings on the horizon.
McHannon felt that some lingered in his vicinity, but didn't need to turn around to know who it was. After he took in a heavy breathe, Zero looked up toward the sky like he was looking at the stars.
“This is beginning to be a bit stalkerish now. Is there a reason you're following me, woman?” He asked when all he really wanted was to be left alone.
The old lady from his previous trips took a seat next to him and took a drink from the cup in her hand.
“Did you put any thought into what I said.” She said lightly.
“You mean your bat shit prophecies? No, I didn't. The stupid shit that comes out of your mouth doesn't matter to me.” Zero responded.
She smiled thinly and scooted closer to Zero. “I know you mode wrestling, my dear. I'll tell you right now that wrestling doesn't miss you. In fact, it has changed, and not for the better. At least not to someone like you. Are you sure that's the life you want to go back to?”
“Go back to? I'm not going back to anything, my life there is done with. There's no more room for wrestling in my life that I've created now.” Zero said as he looked down from the stars and back to his lap.
“That's where you're wrong, dear. Have you really not listened to anything I've said? A best friend that will turn their back on you. A girl with a black heart you'll fall for. A child who will never know you're the father. You should take those words to heart.” The old lady said.
Zero shook his head and tried his best to ignore the woman, but it was no good. He started to think on it some, but never believed it.
“You act like some of those things haven't happened to me before. It sounds like a part of life if you ask me. If you said anything worth noticing I might listen to you.” Zero responded.
She shook her head and said, “You're thinking too literal, hon. You'll think it's one person, but it won't be them. You'll think one thing and then it will be another. What you have coming forward to you isn't something you should want.” She gave him a side glance and bit down on her teeth.
“But what comes after that is what I fea the most. You won't be the same man you are today. You will cut everyone off that cares about you. You will turn into the monster you once were. Is that what you want, boy?” She added.
This time Zero looked to the old woman with an interest on his face and sighed.
“I will never be the man I once was. This days are long behind me, just like wrestling is. The envious man that did whatever it took no matter the morale ground? That's not me anymore and never will be. No matter how many friends I lose. No matter what kind of girl I date. No matter what kid is born. I don't even want to wrestle anymore.” Zero stood up from his place on the ground and looked back towards the city limits.
Then he said, “My place is here now, not the ring.”
The old lady stood up next to him and laid a hand across his shoulder. “So you think. Gold will call your name, Zero, and you will answer it. You'll try to do what seems best in your mind, but you'll stumble. You will be a champion again, but your greed won't shine through until you learn your lesson.”
“And what lesson is that?” Zero asked.
Her smiled faded. “The lesson I've been telling you about, boy. You will be reborn from black ash. If you return to wrestling, you will return to yourself again. As much as you hate to hear that. Haven't you been listening?”
“Hardly. I'll believe it when I see it.” He told her as he finally forced a smile.
“You'll see it too late, then it's all over for you. When you realize it, it's too late. You can't stop the future and what I've seen, Zero. There's no stopping fate.” She laid another hand on his shoulder before Zero wildly pulled away from her.
“Stop! JUST STOP! Do you not understand the fucking words that are coming out of my mouth?!? There's no future for me in wrestling. There's going to be no gold. None of the shit you just said. Leave me alone! I'm perfectly happy with my life in Morocco.” Zero snapped at her and walked off the hill towards the trailer park that he would stay at for the night.
He tried to not let the truth shine through, but he could feel it bleed across his face. Zero did miss wrestling more than anything on this word, and the thought of having gold on his shoulder again made his mouth salivate. But going back to the piece of shit he used to be? That's the part that held him back from making that dream into a reality again. He didn't want to be that person anymore and would stop himself at all odds to make sure it didn't happen.
The gold… Zero wanted that gold. Maybe going back to America for that gold was something to consider again.
He didn't have to become the person he used to be. Not if he really didn't want to.
~~~~~~~~~~
“You’ve dug your own grave, Cindy. Just like you’ve always done with anyone who has ever cared about you. There’s always that ‘falling out’ that happens with you and your friends, right? You’ve lost Brandon once upon a time, I’ve seen you lose Cordy before as well. I’m surprised you haven’t lost Nolan, yet. This is the regular routine with you. You gain your friends, and then they’re gone, but you’re right there to point the finger at THEM and blame THEM for the way things unraveled.
This isn’t my fault, no matter how long I tried to blame myself, or how many sleepless nights I spent in the beginning, running everything through my head time and time again as I tried to comprehend what I did that was so wrong. To you, this is about disrespect. I disrespected you when I said that I let you win the big one, because you were my friend, and you deserved to win that championship… to become the first female FGA World Champion.
Makes me think… what if I just walked away? What if I lost that title and the truth never came out, would we still be friends today? What if I didn’t let you roll me up, the match continued, and I defended that championship? Would we be going at each other’s neck in this match going into the rumble? I honestly don’t believe the truth changes anything, I think it’s fate that everything turned out the way it did.
And if there’s one thing you can’t stop… it’s fate.
It’s fate that I became the world champ in six months time and it taken you two years. It’s fate that our paths cross for a second time at the Gold Rush, and it’s fate that I’ll be walking out of that ring being one of the few two time FGA World Champions.
But you know what hurts the most? The FACT that everything I’ve said that I purposely dropped the match and let you win. It has affected you and you’ve still yet to admit it to anyone but yourself. You walk around, pretending that it doesn’t bother you, but we all know it does. Is this the world championship reign that you’ve always wanted, Cindy? You can’t even get your head on straight to be a good world champion… and you knew the drama that always comes with... you’ve let everyone down. This is what FGA had to look forward to whenever you finally won the gold?
Despite what anyone says, it was a dropped opportunity to really let yourself shine. You had the gold in your hand, the open road ahead of you, and all the potential in the world. And yet? You’ve let it go to shit. It’s no wonder that I won that title in six months, and it took you this long, because I knew how to get there and what to do with it when I finally capitalized on the big win. It’s no wonder that I won the awards for Best Newcomer and Feud of the Year, while you only walked out with one… And that’s the way things have been since I came into this company, Zero McHannon has ALWAYS been one step ahead of the competition. Give me credit or not, you can’t deny my ability in that ring.
I guess what they say is true, gold always finds a way to change people. You changed, then I had to, because that’s what the people wanted.
THIS IS WHAT YOU ALL WANTED! YOU WEREN’T HAPPY WITH THE WAY THINGS WERE, SO I DID THIS ALL FOR YOUUUU! And now you don’t like it…. tough fucking shit, you’re stuck with the new me.
You thought I was just going to be a flash in the pan champion, like our dear old Cindy Parker, but I’m not the one who lets a few harsh words drag me down, I let them make me stronger. I let them transform me into the wrestler and person I knew I could be. I let them make me fierce and ready for whatever is thrown at me.
And let’s face it, if I had to let Cindy win the first time to get her title reign, is it really even a question that she can beat me? She can’t. Cindy, on her best day, can’t beat on my worst. I’m well on my way to running through every bit of talent on this roster and that’s what Cindy Parker is going to become, just another statistic to the equation. Dom Harter. Izzy Anders. Fujiko Mine. Jimmy Page. Johnny Karma. Chandler Scott… All talent, old and new, not a damn one of them stood a chance, and to think… only a couple more names to add to that list before, who else? Who else will I need to beat that actually makes winning worth a fuck?
Cindy had her own fair share of valuable wins along the way, too. This time without the help of the friend who made her entire career worth a shit, but she hasn’t done it quite like me, has she? While Cindy was content at staying in the back and watching the shows from the television, I spoke up and got myself matches before the Gold Rush. Champion or not, I want in that ring. I want to destroy people. I want to show them exactly why I’m going to be their next champion, and why I beat Chandler Scott to begin with. This is why Cindy beat Dom Harter and had to watch him lose to the Mid Atlantic Champ… maybe that's the belt thay should be strapped around her waist, not the world championship.
And ever since Chandler has lost that title, it’s been all ZERO MCHANNON leading this company into a new era. People don’t want to admit it, but that’s the damn truth. While Chander and Cordy have been sitting at home, with their thumbs up their asses, it’s been ME keeping FGA on the map. Not Cindy Parker. Not Izzy Anders. Not Tony Carmine. Everyone else is just wasted space. My story is constantly changing from the Cinderella story, to being one of the most well rounded wrestlers, not only in this company… but the entire world. Just when I let Cindy Parker have a taste of that success, she crumbled under the pressure. This is why she did so well in tag team wrestling, because there was the shoulder to lean on and cry whenever things got tough, but out here in the wild? With the loners who make success on their own? She can’t handle the heat.
I’ve done my good cause for the year, letting Cindy have her run at being the top champion, but I’m not happy with the results. Since I’m the one making all the decisions around this company, it’s time to get that title back into the owner’s rightful hands again.
What exactly will happen when I walk into that ring at Gold Rush and beat Cindy Parker? Everyone who cheered her on and wanted to continue to watch her be a flatline champion is going to be forever scarred. All their hopes of never seeing that title back in my hands go right out the window. I do something… that Chandler Scott has never done. Fuck his so many day title reign, I’ve got the numbers in the TWO time FGA World Champion slot coming. And Cordy Stevenson? Well, she will always be one stage below Cindy for the rest of her life.
It’s crazy what a little pressure on the ‘champ’ can do. I feel like Cindy doesn’t even want to be here anymore. I feel like her two years of chasing a dream has turned into a nightmare. Not as much of a nightmare as having to face me two pay per views in a row, but a nightmare all the same. Is this what we want from our champion? That title was better off left on my shoulder.
That’s the problem with taking the long road to achieve your goals, while some of us are just naturally talented to reach the top whenever we damn well please… There’s a reason it took the long road to begin with. There’s a reason why it take you two years to get into the world championship scene. There’s a damn good reason why you were kept in the back of the line, because you don’t have what it takes to be at the front… and Cindy is a LIVING example of why some of the talent on this roster will always be kept behind the curtains. Let her be a living example of why you’ll be in the company for years and never get your shot.
Some of us have ‘it’. Most of you don’t.
The sad part? Cindy was about the only person on this roster that I could call a friend, or just respect altogether. When I end her dreams at the Gold Rush? There’s not going to be anyone left in the back that I have any type of feeling towards. There’ll be no one back there that I give a single fuck about. What’s a man to do when he came into the company with no friends, tried to be an upstanding person, and it came down to this… a man who is sick and tired of trying to please people. To be the better man. Someone who is now going to let his accomplishments speak for themselves instead of trying to make friends.
YOU made me into this person… so whenever I bring the heat on you, don’t blame anyone but yourselves. You haven’t seen the worst side of anyone until you’ve seen me become what I really am.
I tried to give FGA the champion that they could cheer for and be proud of, and then I tried to give them Cindy Parker. FGA fans and management don't appreciate a single fucking thing you try to do for them. Maybe with the new change, I’ll have your attention, since you want to ignore what I’ve pulled off this whole time anyway. And when I become a TWO time FGA World Champion? You’ll probably still be kissing Cordy, Cindy, and Chandler’s asses and wanting them to be the Wrestler of the Year.
However, that honor really deserve to be mine. I carried this company while they’ve been playing footsie with the doctors, or rolling around in their own self pity of shit. I’ve kept FGA relevant on my own, whether Tony Carmine claims he’s the only star or not. My winning and my achievements speak their own volumes. That’s FACTS ONLY for you, Tony.
Gold Rush. Out with the pitiful lackluster pile of shit and back in with the best man for the job. Cindy Parker will be sent home with her tail tucked between her legs. Frankly, I hope she never comes back after suffering this embarrassing loss she’s about to get. Time to terminate the talent in this company that doesn’t belong to be here.
So, prepare your tissues. The tears are about to be back when I take my rightful spot on the throne. Hail to the king and the future TWO time FGA World Champion. This time that title won’t be going anywhere soon, no matter who comes out the Gold Rush Rumble as the winner.
The heartbreak of winning against twenty some people, but only to get stopped by one a couple months later… You can join Cindy Parker after I put her on the shelf.
ZERO!
FUCKS!!
GIVVVVVVVVVEEEEEENNNNNNNN!!!
The time is coming.
The time where I cement my legacy in this company with just one win. One more title reign. I will join some of the select few in becoming a TWO time FGA World Champion. Everyone will have no choice, except to watch as I pull off their wildest dreams…. twice.
So what does that exactly mean for me? It means I’m not only one of the best wrestlers to walk through this company, but this entire sport. It means that I’ve faced the best and won. It means that throughout my whole career people have doubted me, because they can’t stand to see someone like me win in first place.
They sit on their high horse saying, ‘That should be me, not Zero McHannon’. ‘I don’t know how he got into that position, and I don’t know how he always wins the big one’.
If they watched… if they just TRIED to know a little more about me, they would see why I’m one of the best wrestlers in the world to get in the ring with. A match against me is never an easy match. Just ask Fujiko Mine, who brought everything she had against me, but her best will never be enough.
The problem with this company is the influx of ‘me guys’. People that I didn’t even think would drag themselves to that level, have done it more than anyone. That’s why I hate social media. You see Cordy Stevenson and Chandler Scott talking about their recovery time, but never go out of their way to talk about the latest episode of Vertigo or the upcoming pay per view. They’re all about themselves. They don’t give a shit about anyone on this roster, just like the person in the locker room standing next to you.
That’s why I’m one of the best, though. I watch everything with as much detail as I can, and when it comes our turn to face off in the ring? I’m going to to throw everything I have at you. I’ll show you I’ve been watching and it’s not all about myself….
But it is all about me I nearly forgot. TWO TIME FGA WORLD CHAMPION…. Soon. Most of the people in this business can’t even get themselves a world title match, much less being a two time champion for the company?
I’m blessed. I’m talented. I’m everything that I’ve said I was, the moment I walked through the doors of this place.
Sit back and watch… you might just learn a thing or two about being a WRESTLER, and not just some twitter smut that can only get attention by kissing ass on twitter, doing your best to make friends with everyone, or finding a new whore to put all your feelings out on the table with… in text… pathetic.
Anyway, there’s a reason that I’m one of the greatest, and it’s because I don’t have to worry about any of those things. I’m more focused on my job and doing it the best that I can. I let my feelings get in the way of success, but Cindy Parker doesn’t deserve that honor anymore.
She deserves what I’m about to give her.
A one way ticket… the fuck out of MY company.
~~~~~~~~~~
Flashback
Morocco
The scene faded in on Zero McHannon as he sat on the backside of a hill that overlooked the city limits below him. His beard just started to grow out and there was a look of deep depression in his eyes as he watched the cars drive by, in and out of the buildings on the horizon.
McHannon felt that some lingered in his vicinity, but didn't need to turn around to know who it was. After he took in a heavy breathe, Zero looked up toward the sky like he was looking at the stars.
“This is beginning to be a bit stalkerish now. Is there a reason you're following me, woman?” He asked when all he really wanted was to be left alone.
The old lady from his previous trips took a seat next to him and took a drink from the cup in her hand.
“Did you put any thought into what I said.” She said lightly.
“You mean your bat shit prophecies? No, I didn't. The stupid shit that comes out of your mouth doesn't matter to me.” Zero responded.
She smiled thinly and scooted closer to Zero. “I know you mode wrestling, my dear. I'll tell you right now that wrestling doesn't miss you. In fact, it has changed, and not for the better. At least not to someone like you. Are you sure that's the life you want to go back to?”
“Go back to? I'm not going back to anything, my life there is done with. There's no more room for wrestling in my life that I've created now.” Zero said as he looked down from the stars and back to his lap.
“That's where you're wrong, dear. Have you really not listened to anything I've said? A best friend that will turn their back on you. A girl with a black heart you'll fall for. A child who will never know you're the father. You should take those words to heart.” The old lady said.
Zero shook his head and tried his best to ignore the woman, but it was no good. He started to think on it some, but never believed it.
“You act like some of those things haven't happened to me before. It sounds like a part of life if you ask me. If you said anything worth noticing I might listen to you.” Zero responded.
She shook her head and said, “You're thinking too literal, hon. You'll think it's one person, but it won't be them. You'll think one thing and then it will be another. What you have coming forward to you isn't something you should want.” She gave him a side glance and bit down on her teeth.
“But what comes after that is what I fea the most. You won't be the same man you are today. You will cut everyone off that cares about you. You will turn into the monster you once were. Is that what you want, boy?” She added.
This time Zero looked to the old woman with an interest on his face and sighed.
“I will never be the man I once was. This days are long behind me, just like wrestling is. The envious man that did whatever it took no matter the morale ground? That's not me anymore and never will be. No matter how many friends I lose. No matter what kind of girl I date. No matter what kid is born. I don't even want to wrestle anymore.” Zero stood up from his place on the ground and looked back towards the city limits.
Then he said, “My place is here now, not the ring.”
The old lady stood up next to him and laid a hand across his shoulder. “So you think. Gold will call your name, Zero, and you will answer it. You'll try to do what seems best in your mind, but you'll stumble. You will be a champion again, but your greed won't shine through until you learn your lesson.”
“And what lesson is that?” Zero asked.
Her smiled faded. “The lesson I've been telling you about, boy. You will be reborn from black ash. If you return to wrestling, you will return to yourself again. As much as you hate to hear that. Haven't you been listening?”
“Hardly. I'll believe it when I see it.” He told her as he finally forced a smile.
“You'll see it too late, then it's all over for you. When you realize it, it's too late. You can't stop the future and what I've seen, Zero. There's no stopping fate.” She laid another hand on his shoulder before Zero wildly pulled away from her.
“Stop! JUST STOP! Do you not understand the fucking words that are coming out of my mouth?!? There's no future for me in wrestling. There's going to be no gold. None of the shit you just said. Leave me alone! I'm perfectly happy with my life in Morocco.” Zero snapped at her and walked off the hill towards the trailer park that he would stay at for the night.
He tried to not let the truth shine through, but he could feel it bleed across his face. Zero did miss wrestling more than anything on this word, and the thought of having gold on his shoulder again made his mouth salivate. But going back to the piece of shit he used to be? That's the part that held him back from making that dream into a reality again. He didn't want to be that person anymore and would stop himself at all odds to make sure it didn't happen.
The gold… Zero wanted that gold. Maybe going back to America for that gold was something to consider again.
He didn't have to become the person he used to be. Not if he really didn't want to.
~~~~~~~~~~
“You’ve dug your own grave, Cindy. Just like you’ve always done with anyone who has ever cared about you. There’s always that ‘falling out’ that happens with you and your friends, right? You’ve lost Brandon once upon a time, I’ve seen you lose Cordy before as well. I’m surprised you haven’t lost Nolan, yet. This is the regular routine with you. You gain your friends, and then they’re gone, but you’re right there to point the finger at THEM and blame THEM for the way things unraveled.
This isn’t my fault, no matter how long I tried to blame myself, or how many sleepless nights I spent in the beginning, running everything through my head time and time again as I tried to comprehend what I did that was so wrong. To you, this is about disrespect. I disrespected you when I said that I let you win the big one, because you were my friend, and you deserved to win that championship… to become the first female FGA World Champion.
Makes me think… what if I just walked away? What if I lost that title and the truth never came out, would we still be friends today? What if I didn’t let you roll me up, the match continued, and I defended that championship? Would we be going at each other’s neck in this match going into the rumble? I honestly don’t believe the truth changes anything, I think it’s fate that everything turned out the way it did.
And if there’s one thing you can’t stop… it’s fate.
It’s fate that I became the world champ in six months time and it taken you two years. It’s fate that our paths cross for a second time at the Gold Rush, and it’s fate that I’ll be walking out of that ring being one of the few two time FGA World Champions.
But you know what hurts the most? The FACT that everything I’ve said that I purposely dropped the match and let you win. It has affected you and you’ve still yet to admit it to anyone but yourself. You walk around, pretending that it doesn’t bother you, but we all know it does. Is this the world championship reign that you’ve always wanted, Cindy? You can’t even get your head on straight to be a good world champion… and you knew the drama that always comes with... you’ve let everyone down. This is what FGA had to look forward to whenever you finally won the gold?
Despite what anyone says, it was a dropped opportunity to really let yourself shine. You had the gold in your hand, the open road ahead of you, and all the potential in the world. And yet? You’ve let it go to shit. It’s no wonder that I won that title in six months, and it took you this long, because I knew how to get there and what to do with it when I finally capitalized on the big win. It’s no wonder that I won the awards for Best Newcomer and Feud of the Year, while you only walked out with one… And that’s the way things have been since I came into this company, Zero McHannon has ALWAYS been one step ahead of the competition. Give me credit or not, you can’t deny my ability in that ring.
I guess what they say is true, gold always finds a way to change people. You changed, then I had to, because that’s what the people wanted.
THIS IS WHAT YOU ALL WANTED! YOU WEREN’T HAPPY WITH THE WAY THINGS WERE, SO I DID THIS ALL FOR YOUUUU! And now you don’t like it…. tough fucking shit, you’re stuck with the new me.
You thought I was just going to be a flash in the pan champion, like our dear old Cindy Parker, but I’m not the one who lets a few harsh words drag me down, I let them make me stronger. I let them transform me into the wrestler and person I knew I could be. I let them make me fierce and ready for whatever is thrown at me.
And let’s face it, if I had to let Cindy win the first time to get her title reign, is it really even a question that she can beat me? She can’t. Cindy, on her best day, can’t beat on my worst. I’m well on my way to running through every bit of talent on this roster and that’s what Cindy Parker is going to become, just another statistic to the equation. Dom Harter. Izzy Anders. Fujiko Mine. Jimmy Page. Johnny Karma. Chandler Scott… All talent, old and new, not a damn one of them stood a chance, and to think… only a couple more names to add to that list before, who else? Who else will I need to beat that actually makes winning worth a fuck?
Cindy had her own fair share of valuable wins along the way, too. This time without the help of the friend who made her entire career worth a shit, but she hasn’t done it quite like me, has she? While Cindy was content at staying in the back and watching the shows from the television, I spoke up and got myself matches before the Gold Rush. Champion or not, I want in that ring. I want to destroy people. I want to show them exactly why I’m going to be their next champion, and why I beat Chandler Scott to begin with. This is why Cindy beat Dom Harter and had to watch him lose to the Mid Atlantic Champ… maybe that's the belt thay should be strapped around her waist, not the world championship.
And ever since Chandler has lost that title, it’s been all ZERO MCHANNON leading this company into a new era. People don’t want to admit it, but that’s the damn truth. While Chander and Cordy have been sitting at home, with their thumbs up their asses, it’s been ME keeping FGA on the map. Not Cindy Parker. Not Izzy Anders. Not Tony Carmine. Everyone else is just wasted space. My story is constantly changing from the Cinderella story, to being one of the most well rounded wrestlers, not only in this company… but the entire world. Just when I let Cindy Parker have a taste of that success, she crumbled under the pressure. This is why she did so well in tag team wrestling, because there was the shoulder to lean on and cry whenever things got tough, but out here in the wild? With the loners who make success on their own? She can’t handle the heat.
I’ve done my good cause for the year, letting Cindy have her run at being the top champion, but I’m not happy with the results. Since I’m the one making all the decisions around this company, it’s time to get that title back into the owner’s rightful hands again.
What exactly will happen when I walk into that ring at Gold Rush and beat Cindy Parker? Everyone who cheered her on and wanted to continue to watch her be a flatline champion is going to be forever scarred. All their hopes of never seeing that title back in my hands go right out the window. I do something… that Chandler Scott has never done. Fuck his so many day title reign, I’ve got the numbers in the TWO time FGA World Champion slot coming. And Cordy Stevenson? Well, she will always be one stage below Cindy for the rest of her life.
It’s crazy what a little pressure on the ‘champ’ can do. I feel like Cindy doesn’t even want to be here anymore. I feel like her two years of chasing a dream has turned into a nightmare. Not as much of a nightmare as having to face me two pay per views in a row, but a nightmare all the same. Is this what we want from our champion? That title was better off left on my shoulder.
That’s the problem with taking the long road to achieve your goals, while some of us are just naturally talented to reach the top whenever we damn well please… There’s a reason it took the long road to begin with. There’s a reason why it take you two years to get into the world championship scene. There’s a damn good reason why you were kept in the back of the line, because you don’t have what it takes to be at the front… and Cindy is a LIVING example of why some of the talent on this roster will always be kept behind the curtains. Let her be a living example of why you’ll be in the company for years and never get your shot.
Some of us have ‘it’. Most of you don’t.
The sad part? Cindy was about the only person on this roster that I could call a friend, or just respect altogether. When I end her dreams at the Gold Rush? There’s not going to be anyone left in the back that I have any type of feeling towards. There’ll be no one back there that I give a single fuck about. What’s a man to do when he came into the company with no friends, tried to be an upstanding person, and it came down to this… a man who is sick and tired of trying to please people. To be the better man. Someone who is now going to let his accomplishments speak for themselves instead of trying to make friends.
YOU made me into this person… so whenever I bring the heat on you, don’t blame anyone but yourselves. You haven’t seen the worst side of anyone until you’ve seen me become what I really am.
I tried to give FGA the champion that they could cheer for and be proud of, and then I tried to give them Cindy Parker. FGA fans and management don't appreciate a single fucking thing you try to do for them. Maybe with the new change, I’ll have your attention, since you want to ignore what I’ve pulled off this whole time anyway. And when I become a TWO time FGA World Champion? You’ll probably still be kissing Cordy, Cindy, and Chandler’s asses and wanting them to be the Wrestler of the Year.
However, that honor really deserve to be mine. I carried this company while they’ve been playing footsie with the doctors, or rolling around in their own self pity of shit. I’ve kept FGA relevant on my own, whether Tony Carmine claims he’s the only star or not. My winning and my achievements speak their own volumes. That’s FACTS ONLY for you, Tony.
Gold Rush. Out with the pitiful lackluster pile of shit and back in with the best man for the job. Cindy Parker will be sent home with her tail tucked between her legs. Frankly, I hope she never comes back after suffering this embarrassing loss she’s about to get. Time to terminate the talent in this company that doesn’t belong to be here.
So, prepare your tissues. The tears are about to be back when I take my rightful spot on the throne. Hail to the king and the future TWO time FGA World Champion. This time that title won’t be going anywhere soon, no matter who comes out the Gold Rush Rumble as the winner.
The heartbreak of winning against twenty some people, but only to get stopped by one a couple months later… You can join Cindy Parker after I put her on the shelf.
ZERO!
FUCKS!!
GIVVVVVVVVVEEEEEENNNNNNNN!!!
