Trap Game
Aug 4, 2016 20:00:00 GMT -5
Post by Chandler Scott on Aug 4, 2016 20:00:00 GMT -5
July 23, 2016
Tucson, AZ
◉ ON-CAM
Our scene opens up to the somewhere backstage inside the Tucson Convention Center. The most recent edition of Vertigo has concluded with Zero McHannon getting the shit kicked out of him. But that’s not the only reason why Chandler Scott is smirking. He’s smiling after another successful match. This time, over Chris Bond. Chandler currently stands in front of the FGA backdrop with a white towel around his neck. He takes an end of the towel and wipes the beads of sweat from off his face while Spencer Burke gets ready. Once Burke if given the cue, he starts interviewing Chandler.
Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, with me right now on the Vertigo After Show is none other than Chandler Scott. Chandler, you just went out there about a half hour or so ago and competed in the main event against Chris Bond. Congratulations on the win. Give me your thoughts on what transpired out there?
(Chandler wipes his face off with the towel)
Chandler Scott: Give you my thoughts? You want my thoughts on the match? I’ve got a better one. How about you ask me my thoughts on what he had to say just prior to our match. Because what he was saying just seconds before our match was very different than what he had to say in the days leading up to tonight. Ask me what I think about him saying that I ducked Jimmy Page week in and week out. Ask me about how he he claims that I pushed Emily Carter to Lion’s Den. Ask me about how I’m to blame for what happened to her.
Spencer Burke: ...
Chandler Scott: You know what? It’s typical Chris Bond to slide something like that in there at the last moment. Because if I had caught wind of that prior to the match… forget above leaving the arena under his own power. He wouldn’t be leaving this arena breathing.
Spencer Burke: …
Chandler Scott: But it’s okay because you know what? His career is as good as dead, anyway. We’ll let him keep walking around here pretending that he actually matters. We’ll let him continue to harken back to a time when he was a viable contender. We’ll keep letting him pull on the pant leg of the FGA World Champion until Cannon decides to smack him across the face. As far as I’m concerned, I proved my point in that ring tonight. Now, I’m moving on to bigger and better things…
Spencer Burke: ... like Dom Harter?
(Chandler cocks an eyebrow)
Chandler Scott: Well, when I was referring to “bigger and better things”, Dom Harter never crossed my mind. But I see where you’re about to go with this. So go ahead and ask your question.
Spencer Burke: Well with your win here tonight, you’ve advanced in the Frontier Lions Cup tournament. You’ll now be facing Dom Harter in the Quarterfinals at Above & Beyond V on Saturday, August 20th. Could you give me your thoughts on facing Harter? This is man who recently referred to you as someone that, and I quote, “tried his hardest to break out of my shadow.”
(Chandler stares at Burke. He doesn’t laugh. He doesn’t yell. He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t frown. He just stares at Burke before shrugging and answering nonchalantly....)
Chandler Scott: … Okay.
Spencer Burke: “Okay?” That’s it?
(Chandler shrugs again)
Chandler Scott: Were you expecting something else? What, was that supposed to get some type of rise out of me? When I actually feel like acknowledging his existence, I’ll say whatever I feel like saying in front of a camera. But for right now, I’m about to hit the shower, get changed and wait for whatever FGA’s got lined up for me in two weeks. But if I’m fortunate enough to have the next show off and get some extra rest, then I’ll go from there.
(Chandler heads off, leaving Burke to address the camera.)
Spencer Burke: Chandler Scott, everyone!
◉ INNER THOUGHTS / OFF-CAM
Tampa, FL
August 4, 2016
◉ ON-CAM
This Saturday, yours truly will be going one on one against Luke Jackson. As soon as I saw the card and saw my name next to yours, I couldn’t help but crack a smile. Why? Because I knew exactly what this was. I saw it coming from a mile away. Do you know what a “Trap Game” is? For those of you out there not familiar with sports, a “trap game” is referred to as a game played against an opponent that’s deemed easy to beat. As a result, a person or a team may not prepare adequately for said opponent. Often this attitude, combined with the lack of preparation, leads to the odds on favorite losing against the underdog. Luke, I’ve seen the betting line. I heard the talk about how I’m supposed to just run right through you. I’ve heard the chatter about how you can’t win this contest. To that I say… they have a point.
Let me make this clear right off the bat. I have nothing against you, Luke. You seem like a halfway decent guy. This match is far from being personal. In fact, I can’t even remember the last time I fought someone where it wasn’t personal. With that being said, just because this isn’t personal, that doesn’t mean I’m going to go easy on you. Because I’m not. I will not take it easy on you. I will not make this match easy for you. I’m going to come at you just as hard as I would anyone else. I’m going to bring the same fire, the same ferocity to this match like I would against anyone else. You can keep your handshakes. You can keep your hugs. Save the pleasantries for somebody that actually cares. This won’t be a friendly competition. This won’t be some cute exhibition. This is going to be me exerting my will on you for as long as I like.
Despite what others may think, this is a big match for the both of us. Sure, there’s two other wrestlers in the traditional main event spot. Sure, there aren't any titles on the line. But when you step into the ring with someone of my magnitude, all eyes are on you. When you’re stepping in the ring against Chandler Scott, be it on Vertigo or on a Pay Per View, you can bet that the match will get the attention of a traditional main event. But that’s not the only reason that this is a big match, Luke. You see, both of us will be competing at Above & Beyond V. You in a Triple Threat Tag Team Match. Me? Well I’ll be competing three times that night. But I’ll get to that later. See Luke, you have a championship match coming up while the outcome of my third and final match that night will have championship implications. That means it’s very important to head into that Pay Per View with as much momentum as possible. That means that it’s equally important to head into that event injury-free. Now as far as the latter is concerned, I have no intentions of taking a pair of steel steps to your face. So you can breath easy on that one. But if you think that you’re heading into Above & Beyond V with even the slightest bit of momentum, then you’re just as dumb as everyone says you are.
And you know this to be true. You know that as soon as that bell sounds, you’re in for one hell of a night. That’s why those beads of sweat are starting to form on your forehead already. That’s why even from all the way over here, I can hear your heart pounding. But we’re not the only ones that know this. So does everyone else. That’s why all of these people, from your peers to your partner to even your own wife, think that you’re going to get knocked around that ring at Vertigo. Now you’ll put on a good front. You’ll flash that smile of yours. You’ll give us that same stupid squinty eyes look that you do in all your photos. You’ll talk a good game. You’ll talk about how “this coming Saturday, I’ve got nothing to lose! Everyone is counting me out! So there’s no pressure on me! I’m playing with house money!” And you know what? There might be a few dozen people dumb enough to buy that lie. Fortunately for me, I know better.
I see right through you, Luke. I see you for exactly what you are. If this was the Luke Jackson from a few months ago, I’d think different. If this were the Luke Jackson from earlier this year - the Luke Jackson that was defying the odds, denying his critics and beating people left and right - I’d be singing a different tune. If this were the Luke Jackson that was near the top of these Power Rankings? The Luke Jackson that was a champion? Then I’d have a much higher opinion of you. Obviously you’re no longer a champion. But when I look at you now, I don’t even see someone with the heart of a champion.
All I see is a chump.
And that, Luke, is your main problem. You can talk a good game all you want to. But what’s the point when you can’t back it up? You can have every intention in the world of beating me and winning those titles back. But what’s the point when you no longer have the brains to pull it off? You can puff your chest out and act like you’ve got the balls to stand face to face with me. But we all know you lost your balls several months ago when you let Ricky Valero brag about “fucking the shit” of your sister.
His words, not mine.
Just a few months ago, you were running circles around the competition. Quality competition, at that! Now? You’re stumbling out of the starting blocks. Your lack of success recently, as well as your upcoming failure on Saturday, has nothing to do with lack of talent. It’s got everything to do with the fact that you’re no longer mentally strong. It’s because you’re weak willed. It’s because you’re too busy worrying about everything that you shouldn’t be worried about.
You’re too busy whining on social media.
You’re too busy worrying about what other people think about you.
You’re too busy letting everyone give Ricky all the credit and saddle you with all the blame.
You’re too busy breaking up with Ricky one day and making up with him the next like a girl in High School.
You’re too busy spending half your time denying that there’s dissention within The Next Level… then spending the other half playing into said narrative.
You’re too busy letting Ricky walk all over you.
You’re too busy being worried about your looks.
You’re too busy puckering your lips.
You’re too busy finding any excuse to take off your shirt and pose for the camera.
“Hey guys, just woke up!
*Takes shirtless selfie*
Going for my morning run!
*Takes shirtless selfie*
Jules made dinner tonight. It was super duper yummy!
*Takes shirtless selfie*
Man, don’t I look like a slob today!
*Takes shirtless selfie*
Look at my messy hair!
*Takes shirtless selfie*
Twitter needs my Abs again!
*Takes shirtless selfie*”
That’s the one that kills me the most. “Twitter needs my Abs”. Well, you want to know what your Abs need? Your Abs need a damn title belt wrapped around them again! Too bad that’s not going to happen anytime soon. Luke, you can show off your Abs all you want. Oh yeah, your physique is real impressive. You’re ripped to shreds. And that’s great. But what good is that million dollar body when you’ve got a ten cent brain?
Luke, I’m not saying these things about you and Ricky to cause a further rift between the two of you. I’ve got no dog in that fight. I don’t have any tag team aspirations… for the time being. And even if I did, I wouldn’t need to create tension to get an advantage over either of you. I’m also not saying these things to be mean. I’m saying these things because for the first time in forever, you needed to hear the truth. You would think that someone in your inner circle would have sat you down and given you the truth. But surprise, it turns out your friends are just as gutless as you are.
This Saturday, we might be fighting in Las Vegas as opposed to North Carolina. But make no mistake about it, you’re still stepping inside the Lion’s Den. This Saturday, you’re stepping into the ring against a man hell bent on reclaiming the spot he was unceremoniously removed from nine months ago. Even a good-hearted Kid like yourself isn’t exempt from catching these hands. You may be in a tag team that likes to fancy themselves as The Next Level. But this coming Saturday on Vertigo, you’re going to find out what the Next Level is truly all about. I don’t care who you’ve been in the ring with. Chris Bond, Johnny Karma, Yun Goeun, Jimmy Page, Dexter Jacobs, Dan Herrera, Cordelia Stevenson? Doesn’t matter. This Saturday, you’re stepping into the ring against a level of athlete that trumps them all. I would know, I’ve beaten every last one of them. And soon, you’ll have something in common with every last one of them. You seem like a halfway intelligent guy. Can you guess what that is?
You know it’s true. That’s why you’re head is bowing in defeat already. And that’s cool. You’re gearing up to join in with everyone else in Vegas. Because this Saturday on Vertigo, head will bow and every tongue will confess that CHANDLER… REIGNS… SUPREME!
See you in the ring, Kid.
Tucson, AZ
◉ ON-CAM
Our scene opens up to the somewhere backstage inside the Tucson Convention Center. The most recent edition of Vertigo has concluded with Zero McHannon getting the shit kicked out of him. But that’s not the only reason why Chandler Scott is smirking. He’s smiling after another successful match. This time, over Chris Bond. Chandler currently stands in front of the FGA backdrop with a white towel around his neck. He takes an end of the towel and wipes the beads of sweat from off his face while Spencer Burke gets ready. Once Burke if given the cue, he starts interviewing Chandler.
Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, with me right now on the Vertigo After Show is none other than Chandler Scott. Chandler, you just went out there about a half hour or so ago and competed in the main event against Chris Bond. Congratulations on the win. Give me your thoughts on what transpired out there?
(Chandler wipes his face off with the towel)
Chandler Scott: Give you my thoughts? You want my thoughts on the match? I’ve got a better one. How about you ask me my thoughts on what he had to say just prior to our match. Because what he was saying just seconds before our match was very different than what he had to say in the days leading up to tonight. Ask me what I think about him saying that I ducked Jimmy Page week in and week out. Ask me about how he he claims that I pushed Emily Carter to Lion’s Den. Ask me about how I’m to blame for what happened to her.
Spencer Burke: ...
Chandler Scott: You know what? It’s typical Chris Bond to slide something like that in there at the last moment. Because if I had caught wind of that prior to the match… forget above leaving the arena under his own power. He wouldn’t be leaving this arena breathing.
Spencer Burke: …
Chandler Scott: But it’s okay because you know what? His career is as good as dead, anyway. We’ll let him keep walking around here pretending that he actually matters. We’ll let him continue to harken back to a time when he was a viable contender. We’ll keep letting him pull on the pant leg of the FGA World Champion until Cannon decides to smack him across the face. As far as I’m concerned, I proved my point in that ring tonight. Now, I’m moving on to bigger and better things…
Spencer Burke: ... like Dom Harter?
(Chandler cocks an eyebrow)
Chandler Scott: Well, when I was referring to “bigger and better things”, Dom Harter never crossed my mind. But I see where you’re about to go with this. So go ahead and ask your question.
Spencer Burke: Well with your win here tonight, you’ve advanced in the Frontier Lions Cup tournament. You’ll now be facing Dom Harter in the Quarterfinals at Above & Beyond V on Saturday, August 20th. Could you give me your thoughts on facing Harter? This is man who recently referred to you as someone that, and I quote, “tried his hardest to break out of my shadow.”
(Chandler stares at Burke. He doesn’t laugh. He doesn’t yell. He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t frown. He just stares at Burke before shrugging and answering nonchalantly....)
Chandler Scott: … Okay.
Spencer Burke: “Okay?” That’s it?
(Chandler shrugs again)
Chandler Scott: Were you expecting something else? What, was that supposed to get some type of rise out of me? When I actually feel like acknowledging his existence, I’ll say whatever I feel like saying in front of a camera. But for right now, I’m about to hit the shower, get changed and wait for whatever FGA’s got lined up for me in two weeks. But if I’m fortunate enough to have the next show off and get some extra rest, then I’ll go from there.
(Chandler heads off, leaving Burke to address the camera.)
Spencer Burke: Chandler Scott, everyone!
◉ INNER THOUGHTS / OFF-CAM
The relationship between the fans and the wrestlers is a funny one. There are those of us who live for the crowd. They’re the ones who love stepping through those curtains and being showered with praise. They love having their theme music sung on their way to the ring. They enjoy the fans chanting along with their catchphrase. But even deeper than that, they help nurture and appreciate the strong bond that they have with certain members of their fan base. It's one thing to have our audience treat you like the greatest thing ever. It's another thing to have those deep connections to the point where they feel like family.
Then there are those of us who shun the fans. They're the ones who insult the audience at every turn with various cheap shots. They're the ones who bark back at the crowd and encourage the boos, jeers and heckles. They're the ones that don't care for the crowd. They don't care that the fans are spending their hard earned dollar to see them perform. They don't want the deep connections. They don't want to make a fans day with an autograph, a Happy Birthday tweet or a personalized video wishing them well. Those are the ones who consistently take our audience for granted.
Wrestling is as real as any other combat sport out there. But with professional wrestling, we’re often taught that as you make your way through this business, you have to play roles. Are you going to appreciate the fans are are you going to shun them? Will you let them in it will you push them away? Are you a “Hero” or a “Villain”?
Throughout my five year career, I’ve been in the camp of the latter. I got off on riling up the fans. Being able to easily manipulate them with the slightest word or gesture was an art that I had mastered. And I had the awards to show it. 2012 Most Hated in FGA. 2013 and 2014 Most Hated in PWF. And if it weren't for Tony Carmine being an habitual line stepper, I could’ve easily won it again in FGA last year.
But despite me being known as one of wrestling’s greatest villains, I've secretly wondered what it was like to be on the other side. I always wondered what it was like to have an entire arena scream your name. I've always wondered what it was like to step through those curtains and have everyone on your side. To have that full support during a match? Physically, it does nothing for you because it's just you and your opponent in the ring. But mentally and emotionally? It’s that extra support that could lift you to a narrow victory in a closely contested match.
Over the past year, I’ve found myself getting cheered. But it’s one thing to cheer me when I’m going up against Jimmy Page. Who wouldn’t cheer me against someone like Page? The man is a subhuman piece of shit. But last week, I noticed the cheers against an opponent like Chris Bond. The crowd was arguably 50/50, just like they’ll be in this upcoming match against Luke Jackson. There’s a part of me who wants to keep up the front. There’s a part of me who wants to keep this wall in place between myself and the fans. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, right? But even when they chanted my name and I told them that I knew what my name was, they continued to cheer for me anyway. It’s like they don’t just want to cheer for me against the Pages and Carmines and Cannons of the world. They want to cheer for me, period. It’s one thing to have your skill recognized and be referred to as a great wrestler. But to have people cheer for you and support you because they genuinely like you? It’s something that I’ve never really experienced before. But it’s something that I could actually get used to.
The fans want it. They want to go all in on Chandler Scott. All I have to do is just break down that wall and let them in.
But will I?
Then there are those of us who shun the fans. They're the ones who insult the audience at every turn with various cheap shots. They're the ones who bark back at the crowd and encourage the boos, jeers and heckles. They're the ones that don't care for the crowd. They don't care that the fans are spending their hard earned dollar to see them perform. They don't want the deep connections. They don't want to make a fans day with an autograph, a Happy Birthday tweet or a personalized video wishing them well. Those are the ones who consistently take our audience for granted.
Wrestling is as real as any other combat sport out there. But with professional wrestling, we’re often taught that as you make your way through this business, you have to play roles. Are you going to appreciate the fans are are you going to shun them? Will you let them in it will you push them away? Are you a “Hero” or a “Villain”?
Throughout my five year career, I’ve been in the camp of the latter. I got off on riling up the fans. Being able to easily manipulate them with the slightest word or gesture was an art that I had mastered. And I had the awards to show it. 2012 Most Hated in FGA. 2013 and 2014 Most Hated in PWF. And if it weren't for Tony Carmine being an habitual line stepper, I could’ve easily won it again in FGA last year.
But despite me being known as one of wrestling’s greatest villains, I've secretly wondered what it was like to be on the other side. I always wondered what it was like to have an entire arena scream your name. I've always wondered what it was like to step through those curtains and have everyone on your side. To have that full support during a match? Physically, it does nothing for you because it's just you and your opponent in the ring. But mentally and emotionally? It’s that extra support that could lift you to a narrow victory in a closely contested match.
Over the past year, I’ve found myself getting cheered. But it’s one thing to cheer me when I’m going up against Jimmy Page. Who wouldn’t cheer me against someone like Page? The man is a subhuman piece of shit. But last week, I noticed the cheers against an opponent like Chris Bond. The crowd was arguably 50/50, just like they’ll be in this upcoming match against Luke Jackson. There’s a part of me who wants to keep up the front. There’s a part of me who wants to keep this wall in place between myself and the fans. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, right? But even when they chanted my name and I told them that I knew what my name was, they continued to cheer for me anyway. It’s like they don’t just want to cheer for me against the Pages and Carmines and Cannons of the world. They want to cheer for me, period. It’s one thing to have your skill recognized and be referred to as a great wrestler. But to have people cheer for you and support you because they genuinely like you? It’s something that I’ve never really experienced before. But it’s something that I could actually get used to.
The fans want it. They want to go all in on Chandler Scott. All I have to do is just break down that wall and let them in.
But will I?
Tampa, FL
August 4, 2016
◉ ON-CAM
This Saturday, yours truly will be going one on one against Luke Jackson. As soon as I saw the card and saw my name next to yours, I couldn’t help but crack a smile. Why? Because I knew exactly what this was. I saw it coming from a mile away. Do you know what a “Trap Game” is? For those of you out there not familiar with sports, a “trap game” is referred to as a game played against an opponent that’s deemed easy to beat. As a result, a person or a team may not prepare adequately for said opponent. Often this attitude, combined with the lack of preparation, leads to the odds on favorite losing against the underdog. Luke, I’ve seen the betting line. I heard the talk about how I’m supposed to just run right through you. I’ve heard the chatter about how you can’t win this contest. To that I say… they have a point.
Let me make this clear right off the bat. I have nothing against you, Luke. You seem like a halfway decent guy. This match is far from being personal. In fact, I can’t even remember the last time I fought someone where it wasn’t personal. With that being said, just because this isn’t personal, that doesn’t mean I’m going to go easy on you. Because I’m not. I will not take it easy on you. I will not make this match easy for you. I’m going to come at you just as hard as I would anyone else. I’m going to bring the same fire, the same ferocity to this match like I would against anyone else. You can keep your handshakes. You can keep your hugs. Save the pleasantries for somebody that actually cares. This won’t be a friendly competition. This won’t be some cute exhibition. This is going to be me exerting my will on you for as long as I like.
Despite what others may think, this is a big match for the both of us. Sure, there’s two other wrestlers in the traditional main event spot. Sure, there aren't any titles on the line. But when you step into the ring with someone of my magnitude, all eyes are on you. When you’re stepping in the ring against Chandler Scott, be it on Vertigo or on a Pay Per View, you can bet that the match will get the attention of a traditional main event. But that’s not the only reason that this is a big match, Luke. You see, both of us will be competing at Above & Beyond V. You in a Triple Threat Tag Team Match. Me? Well I’ll be competing three times that night. But I’ll get to that later. See Luke, you have a championship match coming up while the outcome of my third and final match that night will have championship implications. That means it’s very important to head into that Pay Per View with as much momentum as possible. That means that it’s equally important to head into that event injury-free. Now as far as the latter is concerned, I have no intentions of taking a pair of steel steps to your face. So you can breath easy on that one. But if you think that you’re heading into Above & Beyond V with even the slightest bit of momentum, then you’re just as dumb as everyone says you are.
And you know this to be true. You know that as soon as that bell sounds, you’re in for one hell of a night. That’s why those beads of sweat are starting to form on your forehead already. That’s why even from all the way over here, I can hear your heart pounding. But we’re not the only ones that know this. So does everyone else. That’s why all of these people, from your peers to your partner to even your own wife, think that you’re going to get knocked around that ring at Vertigo. Now you’ll put on a good front. You’ll flash that smile of yours. You’ll give us that same stupid squinty eyes look that you do in all your photos. You’ll talk a good game. You’ll talk about how “this coming Saturday, I’ve got nothing to lose! Everyone is counting me out! So there’s no pressure on me! I’m playing with house money!” And you know what? There might be a few dozen people dumb enough to buy that lie. Fortunately for me, I know better.
I see right through you, Luke. I see you for exactly what you are. If this was the Luke Jackson from a few months ago, I’d think different. If this were the Luke Jackson from earlier this year - the Luke Jackson that was defying the odds, denying his critics and beating people left and right - I’d be singing a different tune. If this were the Luke Jackson that was near the top of these Power Rankings? The Luke Jackson that was a champion? Then I’d have a much higher opinion of you. Obviously you’re no longer a champion. But when I look at you now, I don’t even see someone with the heart of a champion.
All I see is a chump.
And that, Luke, is your main problem. You can talk a good game all you want to. But what’s the point when you can’t back it up? You can have every intention in the world of beating me and winning those titles back. But what’s the point when you no longer have the brains to pull it off? You can puff your chest out and act like you’ve got the balls to stand face to face with me. But we all know you lost your balls several months ago when you let Ricky Valero brag about “fucking the shit” of your sister.
His words, not mine.
Just a few months ago, you were running circles around the competition. Quality competition, at that! Now? You’re stumbling out of the starting blocks. Your lack of success recently, as well as your upcoming failure on Saturday, has nothing to do with lack of talent. It’s got everything to do with the fact that you’re no longer mentally strong. It’s because you’re weak willed. It’s because you’re too busy worrying about everything that you shouldn’t be worried about.
You’re too busy whining on social media.
You’re too busy worrying about what other people think about you.
You’re too busy letting everyone give Ricky all the credit and saddle you with all the blame.
You’re too busy breaking up with Ricky one day and making up with him the next like a girl in High School.
You’re too busy spending half your time denying that there’s dissention within The Next Level… then spending the other half playing into said narrative.
You’re too busy letting Ricky walk all over you.
You’re too busy being worried about your looks.
You’re too busy puckering your lips.
You’re too busy finding any excuse to take off your shirt and pose for the camera.
“Hey guys, just woke up!
*Takes shirtless selfie*
Going for my morning run!
*Takes shirtless selfie*
Jules made dinner tonight. It was super duper yummy!
*Takes shirtless selfie*
Man, don’t I look like a slob today!
*Takes shirtless selfie*
Look at my messy hair!
*Takes shirtless selfie*
Twitter needs my Abs again!
*Takes shirtless selfie*”
That’s the one that kills me the most. “Twitter needs my Abs”. Well, you want to know what your Abs need? Your Abs need a damn title belt wrapped around them again! Too bad that’s not going to happen anytime soon. Luke, you can show off your Abs all you want. Oh yeah, your physique is real impressive. You’re ripped to shreds. And that’s great. But what good is that million dollar body when you’ve got a ten cent brain?
Luke, I’m not saying these things about you and Ricky to cause a further rift between the two of you. I’ve got no dog in that fight. I don’t have any tag team aspirations… for the time being. And even if I did, I wouldn’t need to create tension to get an advantage over either of you. I’m also not saying these things to be mean. I’m saying these things because for the first time in forever, you needed to hear the truth. You would think that someone in your inner circle would have sat you down and given you the truth. But surprise, it turns out your friends are just as gutless as you are.
This Saturday, we might be fighting in Las Vegas as opposed to North Carolina. But make no mistake about it, you’re still stepping inside the Lion’s Den. This Saturday, you’re stepping into the ring against a man hell bent on reclaiming the spot he was unceremoniously removed from nine months ago. Even a good-hearted Kid like yourself isn’t exempt from catching these hands. You may be in a tag team that likes to fancy themselves as The Next Level. But this coming Saturday on Vertigo, you’re going to find out what the Next Level is truly all about. I don’t care who you’ve been in the ring with. Chris Bond, Johnny Karma, Yun Goeun, Jimmy Page, Dexter Jacobs, Dan Herrera, Cordelia Stevenson? Doesn’t matter. This Saturday, you’re stepping into the ring against a level of athlete that trumps them all. I would know, I’ve beaten every last one of them. And soon, you’ll have something in common with every last one of them. You seem like a halfway intelligent guy. Can you guess what that is?
You know it’s true. That’s why you’re head is bowing in defeat already. And that’s cool. You’re gearing up to join in with everyone else in Vegas. Because this Saturday on Vertigo, head will bow and every tongue will confess that CHANDLER… REIGNS… SUPREME!
See you in the ring, Kid.