Obsession is my Herion
May 12, 2016 18:48:03 GMT -5
Post by Zero McHannon on May 12, 2016 18:48:03 GMT -5
People call me a liar, but you want to know the difference between me and FGA? I back up what I say, while this company tells you one thing and feeds you another. So much for one winner coming out of the Gold Rush Rumble to challenge for the FGA World Championship. There should be a number one contenders match to decide who the contender is, but alas.
It’s okay, though. That’s what the best wrestlers in this industry have to encounter from time to time. Lies. Deceit. People turning their back on you.
Lucky for me, I experienced those same things before I decided to wear them like a badge of honor.
I’ve overcame all the odds that were put in front of me, and this will be no different. No one thought I could beat Chandler. Done. No one wanted to see me beat Cindy Parker and live up to the words that she couldn’t beat me when I didn’t want her to. Done. Now I’m going into what’s seemingly a handicap to defend my title at the show where I’ve had my worst match in this company.
Done. That’s the next one to check off the list of amazing shit that I pull off.
Normally the crowd would be cheering me on and pushing behind me during a time like this, while the locker room would be watching from backstage and biting their bottom lip in hopes that fuck it all up. When things got hot and heavy, I stepped my game up, and now everyone is jealous of that.
You know who else is jealous? Tony Carmine and Johnny Cannon. Not only of me, but of each other and that was proven in the Gold Rush Rumble. Both men could’ve easily stepped out of that ring together, but they didn’t. They battled back and forth until they convincingly fell out together and came to the same end result.
They didn’t do that just so they could show the world that they will fight each other if that’s what it takes. They didn’t do that because their competitors. They did that because they’re jealous of each other and know that they can’t share the spotlight for too long. One of them will be named the leader, just like Chandler was when he was teamed with Carmine.
And at All Star Showdown… you can bet your ass that it will happen again. There will be a point in the match where they turn to each other and look… and realize that one of them could be Batman, while the other one will be nothing more than his sidekick, Robin.
No one wants to be Robin.
That’s when I’ll take advantage of the unavoidable jealousy. For my own good. For my own legacy. For the chance to back up everything I say… once again. To add two more people to the long book of famous wrestlers that I’ve brought down, then watch them walk backstage with their heads down in embarrassment, knowing damn well…
You can bring two or three random ass names together and think you’re a good group to take over the company, until you’re put in the position where it’s YOU or THEM.
It sounds good on paper, but in reality?
Well, you’ll see for yourselves at All Star Showdown they’re more dysfunctional than Danny Diamond getting a boner to the thought of them actually being a real team.
Started at three.
Down to two.
But there can only be one.
Morocco
May 10th, 2016
I have to know. I need to know more, Zero McHannon told himself as he stood on top of a hilltop and looked down over the city.
This was a new obsession for him. Everything that the oracle told him came true. Now he needed to know more before he carried forward in his wrestling career. It was almost like cocaine, he had the taste, now he was coming back for another. A drug that Zero was all too familiar with at the beginning of his adulthood.
McHannon waited on the hilltop where he first met the fortune teller for what seemed like hours. At least it felt like hours to him. When he heard the crumble of leaves behind him, Zero didn’t have to look, but cracked a cocky smile to her presence.
“Wouldn’t keep a man waiting for no reason, would you? I thought you were going to make me spend a couple days in this shithole looking for you.” Zero replied without turning around.
The old lady shuffled forward, like she always did, and took a seat next to where he stood. “Once upon a time, you used to love this place. It was your gateway away from the stress. Now it’s your ‘shithole’. I didn’t expect to see you again. Why are you here?”
Zero turned around and looked at the oracle, a sense of excitement in his face. Because you’re going to tell me everything I want to know. You’re going to give me the play by play.
“You know why I’m here. Everything you said… it came true. The gold. The backstab. The girl who I took the fall for. The child who will never know I’m the father. Everything that you said would happen… well, it happened. You’re going to tell me more…----” But Zero was cut off by the oracle when she threw up a hand to stop him as if he were a teenager in high school.
“I will not. There’s nothing to tell. I saw what I saw, and that’s all there is. I can’t just see whatever I like. I saw you and what happened for a reason, and I guarantee that reason isn’t so that you could give in to the predictions I made. You were supposed to fight them.” The oracle spat back at him and lowered her hand.
McHannon’s eyes narrowed at the old lady as he took a few steps forward. “No. I didn’t come all this way so you could blow smoke up my ass. If you knew what was going to happen to me up to this point, then you know the rest. A year ago you said I would be champion. I’m THE FGA World Champion. I was backstabbed by Brandon Banks. Never thought that would happen. Cindy took advantage of my kindness. I know who my real daughter is.”
“And this is what you’ve become…” The oracle said as she listened to what McHannon had to say.
“You called that, too. There’s no going back now. A year ago I was hesitant about returning to wrestling, but now? I’ve realized that I might be the best wrestler in the world. I beat people I’m not supposed to. I climb my way to the very top like I’ve always done. People hate me because I’m successful. Sick and tired of pandering to them.” Zero froze as he stared down the oracle. “And you’re going to tell me what’s next. What’s my FGA World Champion reign going to look like? How badly am I going to beat Annie Zellor at Vertigo? Just how far will I carry this company…”
The oracle sighed. Zero’s eye were beady while he waited for the answers, but she didn’t say anything. He licked his lips and continued to wait as patiently as possible. There was something strange about him. Almost like he was a fiend for the right answers.
“I can’t tell you what I don’t know. All I seen was what you’d become and how you’d get there. You refuse to look at what all you’ve lost, even though you seem so happy about the conclusion. You’ve lost best friend after best friend. You’ve lost Gambino. You’ve lost your morals. Your goddaughter… or daughter… Claire doesn’t want anything to do with you. Was it worth it for a world championship, Zero?” She responded.
McHannon had the oracle by the throat with one hand and forced her stand up to her feet. His knuckles whitened as the grip tightened.
“You don’t have the right to talk about any of those things and what I traded them in for… I don’t give a fuck about what happened from a year ago to this point anymore. You’re going to tell me what’s happening next. TELL ME, GODDAMN IT!” Zero yelled at the told of his lungs and let up on the grip so she could talk.
The oracle struggled to breathe, but instead of a feared look, she smiled in return. “Who said that you even completed the prophecies? In your mind, yes, maybe you did. Did they happen on their own, or did you FORCE them to happen, Zero? You’ve been creating the story on your own the whole way, so what makes this any different? If you really want to believe everything I said came true, then you’re going to believe it regardless what anyone says.”
Her eyes narrowed at the FGA World Champion and smile became even wider.
“Go find out the story on your own this time. If you created the prophecies and made them happen… who’s saying that I’m not all in your mind either. Last person you knew who had that problem was Zack Lifer, and now he’s dead. A fate that you’ll become familiar with when the time comes.” The oracle said while Zero’s grip tightened.
Then he slipped….
And fell face first onto the grass. The oracle was gone like she was a figment of his imagination. Zero made fists and punched them both to the ground. He started to breath heavily when he wasn’t given the drug that he really wanted… a chance to know what the future held for him.
You don’t understand. I have to know. I have to know.
He repeated that same line in head for the next several moments, still on his hands and knees as the scene fades out to show Morocco in the background before it faded away.
It’s okay, though. That’s what the best wrestlers in this industry have to encounter from time to time. Lies. Deceit. People turning their back on you.
Lucky for me, I experienced those same things before I decided to wear them like a badge of honor.
I’ve overcame all the odds that were put in front of me, and this will be no different. No one thought I could beat Chandler. Done. No one wanted to see me beat Cindy Parker and live up to the words that she couldn’t beat me when I didn’t want her to. Done. Now I’m going into what’s seemingly a handicap to defend my title at the show where I’ve had my worst match in this company.
Done. That’s the next one to check off the list of amazing shit that I pull off.
Normally the crowd would be cheering me on and pushing behind me during a time like this, while the locker room would be watching from backstage and biting their bottom lip in hopes that fuck it all up. When things got hot and heavy, I stepped my game up, and now everyone is jealous of that.
You know who else is jealous? Tony Carmine and Johnny Cannon. Not only of me, but of each other and that was proven in the Gold Rush Rumble. Both men could’ve easily stepped out of that ring together, but they didn’t. They battled back and forth until they convincingly fell out together and came to the same end result.
They didn’t do that just so they could show the world that they will fight each other if that’s what it takes. They didn’t do that because their competitors. They did that because they’re jealous of each other and know that they can’t share the spotlight for too long. One of them will be named the leader, just like Chandler was when he was teamed with Carmine.
And at All Star Showdown… you can bet your ass that it will happen again. There will be a point in the match where they turn to each other and look… and realize that one of them could be Batman, while the other one will be nothing more than his sidekick, Robin.
No one wants to be Robin.
That’s when I’ll take advantage of the unavoidable jealousy. For my own good. For my own legacy. For the chance to back up everything I say… once again. To add two more people to the long book of famous wrestlers that I’ve brought down, then watch them walk backstage with their heads down in embarrassment, knowing damn well…
You can bring two or three random ass names together and think you’re a good group to take over the company, until you’re put in the position where it’s YOU or THEM.
It sounds good on paper, but in reality?
Well, you’ll see for yourselves at All Star Showdown they’re more dysfunctional than Danny Diamond getting a boner to the thought of them actually being a real team.
Started at three.
Down to two.
But there can only be one.
~~~~~~~~~~
Morocco
May 10th, 2016
I have to know. I need to know more, Zero McHannon told himself as he stood on top of a hilltop and looked down over the city.
This was a new obsession for him. Everything that the oracle told him came true. Now he needed to know more before he carried forward in his wrestling career. It was almost like cocaine, he had the taste, now he was coming back for another. A drug that Zero was all too familiar with at the beginning of his adulthood.
McHannon waited on the hilltop where he first met the fortune teller for what seemed like hours. At least it felt like hours to him. When he heard the crumble of leaves behind him, Zero didn’t have to look, but cracked a cocky smile to her presence.
“Wouldn’t keep a man waiting for no reason, would you? I thought you were going to make me spend a couple days in this shithole looking for you.” Zero replied without turning around.
The old lady shuffled forward, like she always did, and took a seat next to where he stood. “Once upon a time, you used to love this place. It was your gateway away from the stress. Now it’s your ‘shithole’. I didn’t expect to see you again. Why are you here?”
Zero turned around and looked at the oracle, a sense of excitement in his face. Because you’re going to tell me everything I want to know. You’re going to give me the play by play.
“You know why I’m here. Everything you said… it came true. The gold. The backstab. The girl who I took the fall for. The child who will never know I’m the father. Everything that you said would happen… well, it happened. You’re going to tell me more…----” But Zero was cut off by the oracle when she threw up a hand to stop him as if he were a teenager in high school.
“I will not. There’s nothing to tell. I saw what I saw, and that’s all there is. I can’t just see whatever I like. I saw you and what happened for a reason, and I guarantee that reason isn’t so that you could give in to the predictions I made. You were supposed to fight them.” The oracle spat back at him and lowered her hand.
McHannon’s eyes narrowed at the old lady as he took a few steps forward. “No. I didn’t come all this way so you could blow smoke up my ass. If you knew what was going to happen to me up to this point, then you know the rest. A year ago you said I would be champion. I’m THE FGA World Champion. I was backstabbed by Brandon Banks. Never thought that would happen. Cindy took advantage of my kindness. I know who my real daughter is.”
“And this is what you’ve become…” The oracle said as she listened to what McHannon had to say.
“You called that, too. There’s no going back now. A year ago I was hesitant about returning to wrestling, but now? I’ve realized that I might be the best wrestler in the world. I beat people I’m not supposed to. I climb my way to the very top like I’ve always done. People hate me because I’m successful. Sick and tired of pandering to them.” Zero froze as he stared down the oracle. “And you’re going to tell me what’s next. What’s my FGA World Champion reign going to look like? How badly am I going to beat Annie Zellor at Vertigo? Just how far will I carry this company…”
The oracle sighed. Zero’s eye were beady while he waited for the answers, but she didn’t say anything. He licked his lips and continued to wait as patiently as possible. There was something strange about him. Almost like he was a fiend for the right answers.
“I can’t tell you what I don’t know. All I seen was what you’d become and how you’d get there. You refuse to look at what all you’ve lost, even though you seem so happy about the conclusion. You’ve lost best friend after best friend. You’ve lost Gambino. You’ve lost your morals. Your goddaughter… or daughter… Claire doesn’t want anything to do with you. Was it worth it for a world championship, Zero?” She responded.
SNATCH!
McHannon had the oracle by the throat with one hand and forced her stand up to her feet. His knuckles whitened as the grip tightened.
“You don’t have the right to talk about any of those things and what I traded them in for… I don’t give a fuck about what happened from a year ago to this point anymore. You’re going to tell me what’s happening next. TELL ME, GODDAMN IT!” Zero yelled at the told of his lungs and let up on the grip so she could talk.
The oracle struggled to breathe, but instead of a feared look, she smiled in return. “Who said that you even completed the prophecies? In your mind, yes, maybe you did. Did they happen on their own, or did you FORCE them to happen, Zero? You’ve been creating the story on your own the whole way, so what makes this any different? If you really want to believe everything I said came true, then you’re going to believe it regardless what anyone says.”
Her eyes narrowed at the FGA World Champion and smile became even wider.
“Go find out the story on your own this time. If you created the prophecies and made them happen… who’s saying that I’m not all in your mind either. Last person you knew who had that problem was Zack Lifer, and now he’s dead. A fate that you’ll become familiar with when the time comes.” The oracle said while Zero’s grip tightened.
Then he slipped….
And fell face first onto the grass. The oracle was gone like she was a figment of his imagination. Zero made fists and punched them both to the ground. He started to breath heavily when he wasn’t given the drug that he really wanted… a chance to know what the future held for him.
You don’t understand. I have to know. I have to know.
He repeated that same line in head for the next several moments, still on his hands and knees as the scene fades out to show Morocco in the background before it faded away.
~~~~~~~~~~
“I remember the days when the females in this industry were strong and independent women. They were gritty, determined, and fought against the naysayers who thought that women didn’t have a place in this sport. That was many years ago, but I still remember it vividly. Those same women put their foothold in this sport that they could compete with men and even be the best wrestlers for their company.
Then you have women like Annie Zellor… who changed the game.
Women went from fierce to bubbly in a matter of time. Girls too young to understand the nature of this sport, like Annie, emerged from whatever sperm cell they were created from and thought a little positivity would be a nice mix up for wrestling.
That’s one thing I can hand to Annie. She brought something different to the table, but it wasn’t what this business needed. Now everywhere I look you have women wrestlers talking about whether their make up looks good enough for the upcoming shows. They talk about how great Grey’s Anatomy was this week and how it changed their outlook on life. Girls trying to best friends with each other in a sport where there’s no room for friends.
But I don’t blame Annie for that, even though she should’ve learned from her past experience. When I first came onto the scene in FGA, Annie was a tag team specialist. Making a friend and learning how to exist together is what I seen her adapt to. The end of that story? She lost her title and her partner. Shows how much you should trust your career in someone else's hands. The Sparklebuddies... which by the way, is the stupidest fucking name I’ve ever heard and one of the reasons this sport is going to shit, were no more. Annie was forced to take to the road by herself. Time to grow up a little bit, even when she looks like she belongs on the Disney Channel rather than a wrestling ring.
At least that’s something to fall on when you can’t further your place in a competitive company like FGA. Let people look up to you from an episode of ‘All About Annie’.
You know what else I’ve learned about Annie? She likes to trade favors. It seems like a decade ago, but it wasn’t, when Jimmy Page attacked Zellor because of his frustration with me. I fired back at the psychopath. Then when I was being beaten almost to death with a chair while being handcuffed to the ropes, Annie and Laurel returned the favor.
She didn’t do that out of the goodness of her heart or because she felt it was the right thing to do. Annie did that to make us even. Almost as deceiving as sneaking into a back alley for a bit of head.
So as much as Annie would like you believe that she cares about friends and is there to lend an ear if you ever need it… she forgets about you just as quickly because she is full of SHIT!
Annie had the balls to congratulate me on becoming an FGA World Champion, but turn right around and say that she had so-and-so months to win the title before Chandler Scott returned to the ring. I’m the two-faced one, though? That’s goddamn hilarious.
NOBODY GOES THROUGH CHANDLER ANYMORE, THEY GO THROUGH ME! BECAUSE I BESTED CHANDLER! BECAUSE I’M THE ONE HOLDING THE FGA WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! BECAUSE I’M THE ONE THAT NORMALLY CLOSES OUT THE CARD AND SENDS THE PEOPLE HOME WITH A WRESTLING MATCH THAT’S WORTH FUCKING WATCHING!
And that’s the problem with Annie. She doesn’t know her damn place in this company. She doesn’t grow and learn from the lessons that are given to her. With some of the shit that Annie had to go through you’d think that it would make her… more gritty. Like the women who adapted when I was finding my own footing in this sport.
But noooooooo. Annie keeps a smile and kills you with the bullshit cuteness because, wait for it, she’s a stand up person and it’s what makes her better than you. It’s what defines her. It’s what makes you dry heave in the toilet for the next hour worst than a night of trying to dominate a bottle of Grey Goose. Annie started a trend that should die already.
It makes me laugh, though. Watching all these girls who want to be buddy-buddy with Annie and look up to her far enough that their heads get stuck between her fourteen year old asscheeks. All based off her personality and not her accomplishments in this company, of course. Frankly, I don’t give a shit what she has done anywhere else. I laughed a little when Cindy Parker went into a little mean streak of her own and came out the Fan Favorite when Annie wasn’t even in the running. I smiled when Annie finally gave Izzy Anders some competition for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship, even when Annie settled for that title instead of trying to push for a chance at mine.
How can you really get behind someone who had to help several people eliminate me from the Gold Rush Rumble last year? She needed help then, and this Vertigo she’s going to need it again. You put faith in someone whose main dream is be at the top of company, but never can really quite make it. You adore her determination for settling with whatever is second best, because she’s not good enough to be the BEST!
And that’s where Annie is really fucked. She won a title of her own in this company and now she has to get the same treatment that I gave Izzy Anders last time this ignorant shit happened. History always finds a way to repeat itself, even if it’s disguised as loveable tube of glitter and what the fuck ever Annie tries to throw at you to continue your love for her.
Good for her. She’s going to need those ‘You fought so hard, Annie. I’m proud of you,’ and ‘You did your best and that’s all that matters,’ tweets to ignore the fact that the best wrestler in that ring will win at Vertigo. The perks of winning a brand new shinny title for herself, quickly overshadowed by the fact that she’ll have to face the best athlete in this company.
For the past year I’ve made a living at being in the big time matches… and walking out as a big time winner. I’ve talked about it and I’ve proven my words every step of the way. Annie has tried to do the same, but come up short at every chance she got. Her biggest chance being the Gold Rush Rumble, but walking away with her championship is better than getting that number one spot for the world championship, right?
Maybe in the mind of Annie Zellor and the mindless fucks that slobber over the thought of Annie and believing that big surprises come in small packages.
While you’ve been stuck in this world where it’s exhilarating for people to look up to you for who you really are, just know… I’ve tried to be the better person, then I started to not give a fuck and walk to the beat of my own drum.
And I’ve walked right out of that ring twice with the FGA World Championship. With both sets of shoes on. So before you start going into a lecture about how I was someone to look up to and strive to be like, save your fucking breath. It doesn’t matter how you act, because the most talented wrestler in that ring is going to triumph the majority of the time. Sadly, you’re not quite there, yet. But hey, you’ve got a whole career ahead of you and an FGA World Championship to chase whenever I think it’s my time to hang up the wrestling boots like the always loved Cindy Parker!
Because that’s the only fucking chance you have of ever holding this title while I’m still standing and fighting strong in this company.
This title isn’t meant for little girls to hold it. It takes a grown ass man to capture it. Something that you aren’t capable of, clearly. Something that Tony Carmine isn’t capable of, as we all have already seen. And if Johnny Cannon can’t beat Karma or Carmine to get his hands on the Pride Championship, it’s a shocker how he’ll manage to not be the weakest link in our match at All Star Showdown. I look forward to that so I can have a good laugh.
It’s cute that Annie has this dream of beating me and maybe becoming a contender to the grandest prize this company can offer you. Everyone needs dreams to fight for. It’s admirable that people want to see you beat me so you can claim a stake at my championship in the future. Everyone should have a goal to shoot after.
Those dreams will be crushed when I… POW! Drop you right on your fucking head to shatter them. When I clear your pretty little head of any hope you have at being coming for my spot. When you walk out of that ring, the loser, at least you’ll have your friends support to help you get through the demoralizing frustration that… you aren’t quite there, yet. Only friend I’ll be needing to lend my shoulder to is the FGA World Championship. The only friend that loves me so much that it came back to me the first chance it got.
When’s the last time you’ve been in a match where you’re looking in the eyes of the very best it’s going to get? No… not Jimmy Page. He was quickly flooded by influx of talent that drowned him. You can’t always have the dream match of facing Molly Reid at All Star Showdown where you shake hands before the match, then give each other a hug and complementary tap on the ass for a job well done. There comes a time when you’re just ‘out gamed’. There’s a reason you’d rather be facing off against those type of people rather than stand in the ring with me, one on one. It’s because to beat the very best, you have to bring your very best. You don’t have to do that against Molly Reid. Jimmy Page. Ruby what-the-fuck-ever. You just have to be decent against them…
There are no mistakes in life, just lessons. A hard lesson that you’re going to have to learn. You may try your best to be a good person, but in this sport you have to be good at what you do, not how you act. A lesson that I’ve learned far faster than you.
We’ll see just how much you deserve being in this match with me when there’s….
Yep.
ZERRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
FUCKS!!
GIVEN!!!”
