Gold vs Glory
Apr 14, 2016 18:43:58 GMT -5
Post by pimp on Apr 14, 2016 18:43:58 GMT -5
What a way to end Vertigo right? It was like Revenge of the Nerds. How cute was it to watch all the little nothings storm the ring trying to square up with the New Kings? We had to watch the show again afterwards over some brewskis. Just to laugh at Karma’s face when my boys dragged him out of the ring. We wanted to relish in our dismantling of Johnny, and just when we were about to stick a fork in him, the peasants of FGA showed up. I don’t blame any of you. If I was struggling to make myself look like a threat going into Gold Rush, I’d do the same thing honey. The Scandalous One gets it.
I’d too try to make a name for myself to let the world know that I had arrived, crushing all pre-conceived notions about who was winning. Here’s where it gets tricky for you peasants. The Scandalous One has been focused on getting to that World title for over a year now. Even before the Scandalous One won the Frontier Lion’s Cup after everyone said I couldn’t. The rest of you are so entangled in whatever elementary school-level problems come up next. You’re all crabs in a bucket, who realize they’ll never have what it takes to be the King or Queen. That’s why you’re constantly trying to drag each other down, instead of aiming for the gold. Pathetic.
Johnny Karma, for instance, has expressed absolutely no interest in winning the Gold Rush Rumble. He’s only concerned with overthrowing the New Kings. Molly Reid, Fujiko, Izzy and any other nameless curtain jerker, who will be seeing their first and last main event, are only concerned for the same thing. You all think it’s time for a revolution. You’re all sick of being bogged down by the natural pecking order of this FGA society I created. You’re all sick of being sheep. Sick of being puppets that I string along just to fill time on Vertigo before the real show starts. The Sunny Show, where I finally give the people their money’s worth. Just as the children get restless in their seats. Just as the women get bored of all the ugliness in the ring and turn back to their boyfriends. Just when everyone starts to question whether or not FGA is as bland, regular and predictable as every other wrestling company…
The Scandalous One arrives.
Solarflare comes on and yours truly glides down the ramp. I’m an angelic flower in a world of hideous cow manure. I’m responsible for this company returning to primetime. I’m the reason why anyone gives a fuck about anyone I step into the ring with, even if that fuck-giving is only temporary. It’s amazing to me that the rest of you have just now started to realize you’re all pawns on my chess board. It’s amazing to me that you all have just now figured out that you signed up for a game that’s designed for you to lose. I’m this company’s cash crop, honey, that’s no secret. That’s no myth. Matches like the Gold Rush Rumble are made to dawn the next face of FGA. It’s too bad, this place hasn’t gotten their selections right in the past. Last year, Cordy Stevenson and Zero McHannon both stole this match from the Scandalous One. They took what was supposed to be my dawning and postponed it. Management was fine with it then, because at the time they didn’t know what they had. They weren’t able to predict that Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine would still be around today as the cream of the crop. It always rises to the top, and look who’s fallen to the bottom since.
When I came to FGA the guys to take seriously were:
Jimmy Page
Kevin Hardaway
Dom Harter
Dan Herrera
Look at that list of guys now, two of which are in this match. It’s a written joke. These were the same grapplers you used to see get their dicks sucked on Twitter. These were the same guys that fans bought the DVDs to see. It’s funny listening to anything that comes out of their mouths now. They have that same intensity in their voice that they’ve always had, but the threats are empty. The bandwagon has abandoned them for greener pastures. What happened? They fell off. They didn’t really want it. They didn’t really want to be at the top because they knew they couldn’t handle all that comes with it. Just like the rest of you little nothings I have to run through in Hershey. You’re all coming into this match gunning for me and my kings. None of you give a fuck about who wins between Cyncity and Zero McHannon. Why? Because you all know who the real threat to them is. ME! You all know who the real favorite going into this match is. ME! Most importantly, you all know that if any of you win this match by the grace of God, you wouldn’t know how to handle yourselves. You all have your heads so far up your own asses. You all are so concerned what everyone in this business thinks of you, you wouldn’t be able to deal with the slightest amount of pressure that comes with being THE guy.
The meat of this match is made up of Salem Cat, Cami D Magna, Fuji water, Annie, Annie Jr, and Irrelevant Izzy. Mostly a bunch of cunt-bleeding divas who can’t even handle what they throw at each other. These bitches treat FGA like little league softball. They come in talk the same shit about going out and proving themselves just to trade wins in their catfights. Disposable talents. Complete fucking filler. What happened to the competition in FGA? What happened to the real challenges around here? My Kings are forced to mow down the bitches who make it possible for viewers at home to take a break from Vertigo, cook dinner and come back without missing anything. Now all of a sudden fans and the New Kings are supposed to look at some of you as threats?
The rest of you haven’t even been here for a cup of coffee and you’re getting a chance to compete for FGA’s top title. Either management is desperate to take the Scandalous One down, or they realized this match is mine for the taking and are just filling it with bodies so my victory doesn’t look so dominate. Regardless, it’s nice to know that everyone in this match knows what the deal is. I just have one piece of advice: get extra padding for those knee and elbow pads. I don’t want to be responsible for shattering your bones when I toss each of you out…
Just your dreams.
Gold vs Glory
April 9th, 2016
Miami FL
Location: Premier Athletics
No. No. No. This isn’t happening to me. I’m not falling into one of those downward spirals. I lost to Johnny Karma on purpose!
Yeah I mean…I was going to win anyways.
I just…
I just got fucking sick of fighting him that’s all! I looked at his face and I decided that it wasn’t worth it. It wasn’t worth towing the line and playing it safe. Once again I green-lighted him.
I had no choice.
Johnny Karma would have to have his overdue lesson beaten into him. It doesn’t matter how much of better wrestler than me he was, I would always get the last laugh. I would always be the one that makes him look like a fucking scrub. The feeling of seeing everyone in the arena groan and cry when Cannon and Danny came out was well worth it. As if people really expected me to go out there and have a respectable match from bell to bell. HA! That’s not what I’m about. I’m about putting on a show, not just going through the motions. I’m unlike any star FGA has ever seen, and I deserve to be at the top of the food chain. I shouldn’t have to risk my body every night to prove it. I’m proven.
Yet here I was lying flat on my back in the middle of the PA ring, trying to catch my breath…
“Get up Antonio. Run the ropes.” Nicky didn’t have any modeling gigs for the next week, so he dedicated his time to train me with Damon. “Today isn’t about trying fancy moves. It is about stamina and stamina only.” Damon slid down from the turnbuckle and helped me up to my feet. I had been running ropes for the last 45 minutes. “You will continue to run the ropes until you are dead…” I look up at Nick’s stone serious face crack with a chuckle. “Kidding, of course. Sorry I know this is serious. Well I know this is serious, the question is do you?”
I slowed down trying to mull over his question.
“Do you? Answer.” I stopped. “Du—,” he cut me off. “Why do you stop running? Keep running.”
Trying to run and answer exerted more energy, but I guess that was the point. “Well duh I take this seriously. This is the main event and I’m destined to win it, I must look good.” Coming off the ropes I was beginning to run out of breath. “I must get inside all of their heads. They need to go into the match feeling like shit. It’ll make it easier to get rid of them.” Finally, I stop to try to catch my breath.
“Keep running.” Sighing, I jog my way from rope to rope. “You need to stop playing so many mind tricks and increase your physicality. Increase your durability and resiliency. The Antonio I know has stared death in the face more than once and always comes out on top.” As I run, I start to feel emotional, thinking back to my overdose. “The Antonio I see now will stop at nothing just for the material things. What’s more important to you? Gold or glory?"
“Gold!” I yell out. “All the fucking gold. I couldn’t give a fuck about glory. What’s glory anyway but a bunch of people kissing your ass who never thought you’d be shit?” I stopped running, and I was breathing heavily but I was determined to get my point across. “I don’t want glory and respect from anyone in that locker room. I don’t want anyone to love me, because I found out a long time ago that I’m unloveable. I can’t love. I can’t be loved. But what I can be is the best, and the best isn’t always about being celebrated. Fuck that sportsmanship, those hip hip hoorays, good jobs and them kumbayas. This business is just that Nicola, A BUSINESS! It’s about the scratch. The fucking cheddar. You should know. Vino ran an entire fucking company into the ground for you, and you couldn’t amount to shit. Quite frankly, I don’t see how either of you are fit to train me. I’ve already accomplished more than the two of ya’s combined. Facts!”
Damon starts to clap slowly before walking up to me. “Are you finished?” Nicky asks. Before I could answer, he chops me in the chest. Damon grabs me from behind and german suplexes me right on my neck. It was his favorite thing to do when I wasn’t paying attention. Slowly I make my way to my knees, the pain and fatigue all over my face. “Get back to running the ropes. See, that’s just what I’m talking about. It all sounds good until you get in the ring. I’ll say you’re very entertaining to watch. You’re three times the athlete I am, and maybe twice the athlete Kenny is. But no one knows it, and you’ll never get the credit. When you get cocky and start losing, then you revert back to playing dirty. It works sometimes, but a lot of times for you lately it has backfired.” He was wrong. It totally works more than it doesn’t work. “So I ask again. Do you really take this match seriously? Do you honestly think you’re going to be ready?"
“Why wouldn’t I take it seriously, and why wouldn’t I be ready?” I stopped running once again to catch my breath. I resumed before anyone told me to.
“Because all I see you talk about is how you’re so much better than everybody. From what I watch, you’ve been getting upset a lot lately.” Ok, now he’s trying to piss me off. “All I see is Scandalous this, Scandalous that. Cheap tactics. I bet your opponents don’t even think you train.”
Nick eyes Damon who leans against the turnbuckle. “Hey dog don’t look at me like that. You aren’t saying shit I don’t say on a weekly basis. You of all people know how he is. Besides…” Damon takes his phone out his pocket and puts it back in. “I think it’s time I start getting some training around here too. I mean, I get it. Tony’s the money man. Tony’s the one with the contract, but shit look. I ain’t Italian. I ain’t involved with none of that shit ya’ll got going on. So what the fuck I’m over here for, exactly? Shine this kid up who doesn’t even fucking listen to me anyway?”
I stop running to get in Damon’s face. “Oh boo fucking hoo! Sweetie the door is right there, don’t let it hit ya. I don’t need you to be Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine. I’m not a piece of clay. I am what I am. I am…”
“About to get chopped in the motherfucking chest again if he doesn’t get back to running the ropes…” In shock I turn around to Nicky. “Don’t say another word, unless I ask you to. You had your chance to do things your way Tony, in more than just this scenario.”
“What are you talking about?”
Nicky laughs. I can tell he knows something I don’t. “No need in trying to sugarcoat or cover anything up. I was told you met with those guys. They pulled you into their game, and we’re stepping in to take care of the situation. This is why we only want you to be worried about this match you have coming to win it. Everything else is being taken care of as we speak.” Nicky grabbed a bottle of water and threw it at me.
“Drink now, we have more work to do. You’re not going to win on looking good. When that match is near its end, you will have sweat all the product out your hair. You will be bruised, maybe bloody and you won’t be shining so bright. But if you have stamina, that little bit of extra in the tank, you will survive. But you know this, you just pretend not to. Gold doesn’t always come with glory. But glory will more often than not, lead you to the gold.” I sipped the water, then looked back at Damon who was nodding in agreement. “Damon, let’s give him fifteen so we can walk down the hallway…”
The New Kings of FGA. Go ahead, management, trademark it. Brand it. Stamp it on everything. Give us our own lockers. Gives us our own thrones to look down upon the masses. Give us everything you owe us, because you owe us a hell of a lot. This is the match where all your efforts to keep us down prove to be meaningless. This is the match that solidifies our rule. That solidifies a new era in FGA, and it’s not the new era that bitches like Izzy, Fujiko and Savannah are trying to bring in.
I refuse to allow FGA to enter an era of mediocrity. Where just because you sucked your way into a top spot elsewhere, means you can do it here. In my company. In myyyyy fucking company, wow, some of you have a lot of nerve. Even if all of you aren’t saying it, it’s clear as day. You hate the fact that you were the big fish over in EXODUS or GPW, or SCW or WhateverTheFuck-W. You hate that the Scandalous One, a man who represents everything you all hope to be, shits on all of it.
I see the frustration on the faces on all of you, oh how you hate the fact that it’s Sunshine Tony headlining. How it’s Sunshine Tony who gets the best merch, the best opportunities. You hate how nothing leading up to this match, my ups or my downs, have killed my momentum even a little bit. I’m still the safe bet for Gold Rush. My New Kings understand that no matter which one of us wins, the three of us will only be stronger. However, my Kings also know that they don’t get a softened up Tony once it’s time for us to fight.
They don’t get a sweetie pie that will take it easy on them. Cannon and Diamond know that they have an uphill battle when they’re face to face with me. Neither of them have ever beaten me, it’s part of the main reason why they JOINED the Scandalous One. Don’t put it past my brethren to just do the deed for your highness. As much respect as I have for my comrades, I didn’t come this far to lose. To anyone. I didn’t sacrifice my beloved Pride Championship to a disgrace of a man, delegating it back to filth and irrelevance, just to come up short once again. Every time it seems like it’s finally my time to burst through the clouds, someone comes along and blocks me off. It’s not happening this year. I have British Bulldogs who are safeguarding my legacy all the way to the World Championship and I really don’t give a fuck who wins between Cindy and Zero; because whoever it is, just better be ready to give it right back up.
I love that people have been stringing along on their feel-good Cinderella stories. I love how all of you, who I’m sure fight your own battles outside of this ring, think that this match will be the culmination of everything you’ve been working so hard for. It won’t be. This is going to be MY night, sweethearts. You’re all playing supporting roles in MY grand performance. You’ll hurt. You’ll scream. You’ll bleed. You’ll cry. You’ll be crashing over the ropes onto the ground. Most of all, you’ll like it. You’ll like every minute of it. Why? Because without Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine as the captain of this ship, it Titanics. It sinks, because nothing any of you motherfuckers have ever done holds any weight around here. This is FGA, not Pixar studios. We’re not making happy movies for the children. I’m the director, and as long as I’m not getting all of the gold, glory and respect I deserve, it’ll be nothing but horror and tragedy for everyone else.
Places everyone.
Quiet on the set.
This is where all of the scripts come to life. All of the pre-production. All of the planning I’ve done. All of my training has come down to this match. I don’t give a fuck about your girlfriends, boyfriends, kids, sick relatives. I don’t give a fuck about your parents, whose dying wish was to watch you stand tall at the end of this FGA Supershow. Kids all over the world are dying because they WISH they had clean water and consistent food. Yet, the sun still shines on them all. Oh well. There’s going to be some surprises in this match, and I’m ready. What do you got? I guess Cordy and Dan won’t be joining us since they’re busy practicing some cheer routines. What’ll it be, maybe some Chandler Scott? Nope he’s hiding from Page. Some Dom Harter? Nope he’s hiding from Iz. Maybe one of the incumbents I muscled out of FGA like Malcolm Drake shows up, who the fuck knows? All I know is you all want me, and you’re going to get me, coming at you relentlessly. No one takes food from the Scandalous One, and I see each and every one of you eyeing my plate. I dare you to reach. You will be sicked on and ravaged.
So c’mon everybody, try ganging up on the New Kings. Especially THE King. You could all merge together into one, and it still wouldn’t be shit compared to the three of us. We’re the first FGA supergroup ever, and that’s no threat. This isn’t me dragging the dead weight of Chandler Scott, Seth Lawless and Josh Black around. We aren’t some nut jobs burning the ring and taking out commentators, but know we could do it if we wanted to. Thing is, that would mean we’re looking for attention that isn’t already there. The statements’ already been made, we’re just a reinforcement. Facts only.
I’d too try to make a name for myself to let the world know that I had arrived, crushing all pre-conceived notions about who was winning. Here’s where it gets tricky for you peasants. The Scandalous One has been focused on getting to that World title for over a year now. Even before the Scandalous One won the Frontier Lion’s Cup after everyone said I couldn’t. The rest of you are so entangled in whatever elementary school-level problems come up next. You’re all crabs in a bucket, who realize they’ll never have what it takes to be the King or Queen. That’s why you’re constantly trying to drag each other down, instead of aiming for the gold. Pathetic.
Johnny Karma, for instance, has expressed absolutely no interest in winning the Gold Rush Rumble. He’s only concerned with overthrowing the New Kings. Molly Reid, Fujiko, Izzy and any other nameless curtain jerker, who will be seeing their first and last main event, are only concerned for the same thing. You all think it’s time for a revolution. You’re all sick of being bogged down by the natural pecking order of this FGA society I created. You’re all sick of being sheep. Sick of being puppets that I string along just to fill time on Vertigo before the real show starts. The Sunny Show, where I finally give the people their money’s worth. Just as the children get restless in their seats. Just as the women get bored of all the ugliness in the ring and turn back to their boyfriends. Just when everyone starts to question whether or not FGA is as bland, regular and predictable as every other wrestling company…
The Scandalous One arrives.
Solarflare comes on and yours truly glides down the ramp. I’m an angelic flower in a world of hideous cow manure. I’m responsible for this company returning to primetime. I’m the reason why anyone gives a fuck about anyone I step into the ring with, even if that fuck-giving is only temporary. It’s amazing to me that the rest of you have just now started to realize you’re all pawns on my chess board. It’s amazing to me that you all have just now figured out that you signed up for a game that’s designed for you to lose. I’m this company’s cash crop, honey, that’s no secret. That’s no myth. Matches like the Gold Rush Rumble are made to dawn the next face of FGA. It’s too bad, this place hasn’t gotten their selections right in the past. Last year, Cordy Stevenson and Zero McHannon both stole this match from the Scandalous One. They took what was supposed to be my dawning and postponed it. Management was fine with it then, because at the time they didn’t know what they had. They weren’t able to predict that Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine would still be around today as the cream of the crop. It always rises to the top, and look who’s fallen to the bottom since.
When I came to FGA the guys to take seriously were:
Jimmy Page
Kevin Hardaway
Dom Harter
Dan Herrera
Look at that list of guys now, two of which are in this match. It’s a written joke. These were the same grapplers you used to see get their dicks sucked on Twitter. These were the same guys that fans bought the DVDs to see. It’s funny listening to anything that comes out of their mouths now. They have that same intensity in their voice that they’ve always had, but the threats are empty. The bandwagon has abandoned them for greener pastures. What happened? They fell off. They didn’t really want it. They didn’t really want to be at the top because they knew they couldn’t handle all that comes with it. Just like the rest of you little nothings I have to run through in Hershey. You’re all coming into this match gunning for me and my kings. None of you give a fuck about who wins between Cyncity and Zero McHannon. Why? Because you all know who the real threat to them is. ME! You all know who the real favorite going into this match is. ME! Most importantly, you all know that if any of you win this match by the grace of God, you wouldn’t know how to handle yourselves. You all have your heads so far up your own asses. You all are so concerned what everyone in this business thinks of you, you wouldn’t be able to deal with the slightest amount of pressure that comes with being THE guy.
The meat of this match is made up of Salem Cat, Cami D Magna, Fuji water, Annie, Annie Jr, and Irrelevant Izzy. Mostly a bunch of cunt-bleeding divas who can’t even handle what they throw at each other. These bitches treat FGA like little league softball. They come in talk the same shit about going out and proving themselves just to trade wins in their catfights. Disposable talents. Complete fucking filler. What happened to the competition in FGA? What happened to the real challenges around here? My Kings are forced to mow down the bitches who make it possible for viewers at home to take a break from Vertigo, cook dinner and come back without missing anything. Now all of a sudden fans and the New Kings are supposed to look at some of you as threats?
The rest of you haven’t even been here for a cup of coffee and you’re getting a chance to compete for FGA’s top title. Either management is desperate to take the Scandalous One down, or they realized this match is mine for the taking and are just filling it with bodies so my victory doesn’t look so dominate. Regardless, it’s nice to know that everyone in this match knows what the deal is. I just have one piece of advice: get extra padding for those knee and elbow pads. I don’t want to be responsible for shattering your bones when I toss each of you out…
Just your dreams.
Gold vs Glory
April 9th, 2016
Miami FL
Location: Premier Athletics
No. No. No. This isn’t happening to me. I’m not falling into one of those downward spirals. I lost to Johnny Karma on purpose!
Yeah I mean…I was going to win anyways.
I just…
I just got fucking sick of fighting him that’s all! I looked at his face and I decided that it wasn’t worth it. It wasn’t worth towing the line and playing it safe. Once again I green-lighted him.
I had no choice.
Johnny Karma would have to have his overdue lesson beaten into him. It doesn’t matter how much of better wrestler than me he was, I would always get the last laugh. I would always be the one that makes him look like a fucking scrub. The feeling of seeing everyone in the arena groan and cry when Cannon and Danny came out was well worth it. As if people really expected me to go out there and have a respectable match from bell to bell. HA! That’s not what I’m about. I’m about putting on a show, not just going through the motions. I’m unlike any star FGA has ever seen, and I deserve to be at the top of the food chain. I shouldn’t have to risk my body every night to prove it. I’m proven.
Yet here I was lying flat on my back in the middle of the PA ring, trying to catch my breath…
“Get up Antonio. Run the ropes.” Nicky didn’t have any modeling gigs for the next week, so he dedicated his time to train me with Damon. “Today isn’t about trying fancy moves. It is about stamina and stamina only.” Damon slid down from the turnbuckle and helped me up to my feet. I had been running ropes for the last 45 minutes. “You will continue to run the ropes until you are dead…” I look up at Nick’s stone serious face crack with a chuckle. “Kidding, of course. Sorry I know this is serious. Well I know this is serious, the question is do you?”
I slowed down trying to mull over his question.
“Do you? Answer.” I stopped. “Du—,” he cut me off. “Why do you stop running? Keep running.”
Trying to run and answer exerted more energy, but I guess that was the point. “Well duh I take this seriously. This is the main event and I’m destined to win it, I must look good.” Coming off the ropes I was beginning to run out of breath. “I must get inside all of their heads. They need to go into the match feeling like shit. It’ll make it easier to get rid of them.” Finally, I stop to try to catch my breath.
“Keep running.” Sighing, I jog my way from rope to rope. “You need to stop playing so many mind tricks and increase your physicality. Increase your durability and resiliency. The Antonio I know has stared death in the face more than once and always comes out on top.” As I run, I start to feel emotional, thinking back to my overdose. “The Antonio I see now will stop at nothing just for the material things. What’s more important to you? Gold or glory?"
“Gold!” I yell out. “All the fucking gold. I couldn’t give a fuck about glory. What’s glory anyway but a bunch of people kissing your ass who never thought you’d be shit?” I stopped running, and I was breathing heavily but I was determined to get my point across. “I don’t want glory and respect from anyone in that locker room. I don’t want anyone to love me, because I found out a long time ago that I’m unloveable. I can’t love. I can’t be loved. But what I can be is the best, and the best isn’t always about being celebrated. Fuck that sportsmanship, those hip hip hoorays, good jobs and them kumbayas. This business is just that Nicola, A BUSINESS! It’s about the scratch. The fucking cheddar. You should know. Vino ran an entire fucking company into the ground for you, and you couldn’t amount to shit. Quite frankly, I don’t see how either of you are fit to train me. I’ve already accomplished more than the two of ya’s combined. Facts!”
Damon starts to clap slowly before walking up to me. “Are you finished?” Nicky asks. Before I could answer, he chops me in the chest. Damon grabs me from behind and german suplexes me right on my neck. It was his favorite thing to do when I wasn’t paying attention. Slowly I make my way to my knees, the pain and fatigue all over my face. “Get back to running the ropes. See, that’s just what I’m talking about. It all sounds good until you get in the ring. I’ll say you’re very entertaining to watch. You’re three times the athlete I am, and maybe twice the athlete Kenny is. But no one knows it, and you’ll never get the credit. When you get cocky and start losing, then you revert back to playing dirty. It works sometimes, but a lot of times for you lately it has backfired.” He was wrong. It totally works more than it doesn’t work. “So I ask again. Do you really take this match seriously? Do you honestly think you’re going to be ready?"
“Why wouldn’t I take it seriously, and why wouldn’t I be ready?” I stopped running once again to catch my breath. I resumed before anyone told me to.
“Because all I see you talk about is how you’re so much better than everybody. From what I watch, you’ve been getting upset a lot lately.” Ok, now he’s trying to piss me off. “All I see is Scandalous this, Scandalous that. Cheap tactics. I bet your opponents don’t even think you train.”
Nick eyes Damon who leans against the turnbuckle. “Hey dog don’t look at me like that. You aren’t saying shit I don’t say on a weekly basis. You of all people know how he is. Besides…” Damon takes his phone out his pocket and puts it back in. “I think it’s time I start getting some training around here too. I mean, I get it. Tony’s the money man. Tony’s the one with the contract, but shit look. I ain’t Italian. I ain’t involved with none of that shit ya’ll got going on. So what the fuck I’m over here for, exactly? Shine this kid up who doesn’t even fucking listen to me anyway?”
I stop running to get in Damon’s face. “Oh boo fucking hoo! Sweetie the door is right there, don’t let it hit ya. I don’t need you to be Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine. I’m not a piece of clay. I am what I am. I am…”
“About to get chopped in the motherfucking chest again if he doesn’t get back to running the ropes…” In shock I turn around to Nicky. “Don’t say another word, unless I ask you to. You had your chance to do things your way Tony, in more than just this scenario.”
“What are you talking about?”
Nicky laughs. I can tell he knows something I don’t. “No need in trying to sugarcoat or cover anything up. I was told you met with those guys. They pulled you into their game, and we’re stepping in to take care of the situation. This is why we only want you to be worried about this match you have coming to win it. Everything else is being taken care of as we speak.” Nicky grabbed a bottle of water and threw it at me.
“Drink now, we have more work to do. You’re not going to win on looking good. When that match is near its end, you will have sweat all the product out your hair. You will be bruised, maybe bloody and you won’t be shining so bright. But if you have stamina, that little bit of extra in the tank, you will survive. But you know this, you just pretend not to. Gold doesn’t always come with glory. But glory will more often than not, lead you to the gold.” I sipped the water, then looked back at Damon who was nodding in agreement. “Damon, let’s give him fifteen so we can walk down the hallway…”
The New Kings of FGA. Go ahead, management, trademark it. Brand it. Stamp it on everything. Give us our own lockers. Gives us our own thrones to look down upon the masses. Give us everything you owe us, because you owe us a hell of a lot. This is the match where all your efforts to keep us down prove to be meaningless. This is the match that solidifies our rule. That solidifies a new era in FGA, and it’s not the new era that bitches like Izzy, Fujiko and Savannah are trying to bring in.
I refuse to allow FGA to enter an era of mediocrity. Where just because you sucked your way into a top spot elsewhere, means you can do it here. In my company. In myyyyy fucking company, wow, some of you have a lot of nerve. Even if all of you aren’t saying it, it’s clear as day. You hate the fact that you were the big fish over in EXODUS or GPW, or SCW or WhateverTheFuck-W. You hate that the Scandalous One, a man who represents everything you all hope to be, shits on all of it.
I see the frustration on the faces on all of you, oh how you hate the fact that it’s Sunshine Tony headlining. How it’s Sunshine Tony who gets the best merch, the best opportunities. You hate how nothing leading up to this match, my ups or my downs, have killed my momentum even a little bit. I’m still the safe bet for Gold Rush. My New Kings understand that no matter which one of us wins, the three of us will only be stronger. However, my Kings also know that they don’t get a softened up Tony once it’s time for us to fight.
They don’t get a sweetie pie that will take it easy on them. Cannon and Diamond know that they have an uphill battle when they’re face to face with me. Neither of them have ever beaten me, it’s part of the main reason why they JOINED the Scandalous One. Don’t put it past my brethren to just do the deed for your highness. As much respect as I have for my comrades, I didn’t come this far to lose. To anyone. I didn’t sacrifice my beloved Pride Championship to a disgrace of a man, delegating it back to filth and irrelevance, just to come up short once again. Every time it seems like it’s finally my time to burst through the clouds, someone comes along and blocks me off. It’s not happening this year. I have British Bulldogs who are safeguarding my legacy all the way to the World Championship and I really don’t give a fuck who wins between Cindy and Zero; because whoever it is, just better be ready to give it right back up.
I love that people have been stringing along on their feel-good Cinderella stories. I love how all of you, who I’m sure fight your own battles outside of this ring, think that this match will be the culmination of everything you’ve been working so hard for. It won’t be. This is going to be MY night, sweethearts. You’re all playing supporting roles in MY grand performance. You’ll hurt. You’ll scream. You’ll bleed. You’ll cry. You’ll be crashing over the ropes onto the ground. Most of all, you’ll like it. You’ll like every minute of it. Why? Because without Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine as the captain of this ship, it Titanics. It sinks, because nothing any of you motherfuckers have ever done holds any weight around here. This is FGA, not Pixar studios. We’re not making happy movies for the children. I’m the director, and as long as I’m not getting all of the gold, glory and respect I deserve, it’ll be nothing but horror and tragedy for everyone else.
Places everyone.
Quiet on the set.
This is where all of the scripts come to life. All of the pre-production. All of the planning I’ve done. All of my training has come down to this match. I don’t give a fuck about your girlfriends, boyfriends, kids, sick relatives. I don’t give a fuck about your parents, whose dying wish was to watch you stand tall at the end of this FGA Supershow. Kids all over the world are dying because they WISH they had clean water and consistent food. Yet, the sun still shines on them all. Oh well. There’s going to be some surprises in this match, and I’m ready. What do you got? I guess Cordy and Dan won’t be joining us since they’re busy practicing some cheer routines. What’ll it be, maybe some Chandler Scott? Nope he’s hiding from Page. Some Dom Harter? Nope he’s hiding from Iz. Maybe one of the incumbents I muscled out of FGA like Malcolm Drake shows up, who the fuck knows? All I know is you all want me, and you’re going to get me, coming at you relentlessly. No one takes food from the Scandalous One, and I see each and every one of you eyeing my plate. I dare you to reach. You will be sicked on and ravaged.
So c’mon everybody, try ganging up on the New Kings. Especially THE King. You could all merge together into one, and it still wouldn’t be shit compared to the three of us. We’re the first FGA supergroup ever, and that’s no threat. This isn’t me dragging the dead weight of Chandler Scott, Seth Lawless and Josh Black around. We aren’t some nut jobs burning the ring and taking out commentators, but know we could do it if we wanted to. Thing is, that would mean we’re looking for attention that isn’t already there. The statements’ already been made, we’re just a reinforcement. Facts only.