I hope you believe in magic.
Sept 15, 2016 17:26:37 GMT -5
Post by Zero McHannon on Sept 15, 2016 17:26:37 GMT -5
Last Vertigo I seen how much this company would hurt without me here.
I don’t know if it was because Vertigo, and new launching of First Wave on the Axxess Network, were back to back nights, but man… Holy shit, I’m glad I’m not the walking cliche of wrestling like some of the other jackasses I’m surrounded by.
No one has balls anymore. They talk about how badly they want something, but don’t do anything to show how badly they want it. I watched everyone make a claim for the Pride Championship, but who took the first strike? Not a soul. It’s sad to watch. There was only the perfect chance to shove Fujiko’s face into the canvas and show people that you weren’t fucking around, but no one took it.
Seems like the only people who back up what they say anymore is me and Chandler Scott. Yeah… that just came out of my mouth.
But Chandler hasn’t even impressed me much these days besides in the ring, and without the New Kings making their mark on Vertigo? Everyone stood there with their dicks in their hand and waited for the action to shine through, and they didn’t get any until after the main event that night, when the real main event came into play where me and Chandler stood across that ring from each other.
“But Zero, why are you talking trash about people not stepping up and taking the spotlight when you just exchanged words with Chandler without doing anything either?”
I already know I’m going to have to repeat this a couple times because people don’t listen.
There will be no excuses whenever Retribution goes off the air. I didn’t have any excuses whenever Johnny Cannon beat me for MY world championship, and I refuse to listen to Chandler’s sorry ass reasons for why he took a loss. The same man who avoided coming out after our match and saying “Zero WAS the better wrestler”. He hid in his hospital bed on whatever drugs they prescribed him and patiently waited for his return while he watched this company get carried without him.
After Redemption, Chandler won’t say that. He’ll have to say “Zero IS the better wrestler”.
If he even talks about me at all…
We all know Chandler gets jealous when people try to talk about me over him, and who can blame him? Since Chandler had to leave, I was the center attention of FGA from December going forward. He’ll never admit it, but it eats him ALIVE! It’s probably the reason he spent so much time talking about the Lions Cup rather than turning his focus to the future task ahead of him.
Chandler doesn’t see me as a task though. He still looks at me and the rest of this roster like he did a year ago, and you’re stupid as fuck if you believe his words and not actually look at his mannerisms that tell an entirely different story.
He doesn’t respect you.
He doesn’t even like you.
He just likes you saying his name.
And you can say it all you want… but one thing I’ll never let you say again is, Chandler Scott, YOUR NEEEWWWWWWWWW FGA WORLD CHAMPION!
FGA will go down if he is the lifeguard again… And I’m tired of being the lifesaver.
You’ll learn how much this means to me… In time.
When…
It’s time.
September 12th, 2016
Brooklyn, New York
[OFF CAMERA]
“My name is Joseph and I’m an alcoholic.”
“Hello, Joseph.”
A man from the opposite end of the circled chairs spoke up, but never looked up from his feet. The rest in attendance said their hello in synchronized order. Zero didn’t say anything. Instead he looked around at the group of robots.
Jesus Christ, it’s just like the movies.
McHannon crossed his arms and slumped down into his chair as the leader of the group nodded to Joseph to continue on.
“I’ve been sober for two years now, but the urge to take a drink is overwhelming at times. My left me and when I became sober, she refused to come back. My son is in college and supports himself. I try to pitch in from time to time, and I do better now than I did two years ago, but there’s something inside me that says I’m still not doing enough. I was arrested multiple times for my actions while drinking. I’m looking forward to talking the next step forward in my life and get my three year chip in six months. Thank you for your time.” Joseph finally looked up from the ground as the circle went into a round of applause.
All except for Zero who looked dumbfounded by what he just heard. It was the very first person and he already regretted attending. This people felt sorry for themselves. They wanted the pat on the back for a job well done and most couldn’t contain their liquor.
Bunch of sorry fucks. Quit looking for sympathy. The only ones who will give it to you are the ones who have lived it.
The leader of the group nodded to the next person without saying a word. It was his sign to let other people speak besides him. They were all supposed to listen. That was the rules of the game Zero was told whenever he signed up.
“My name is Anna and I’m an alcoholic.”
“Hello, Anna.”
Zero’s mouth gaped as he looked around the circle more and thought they were a bunch of mindless zombies. He already had enough.
“This is so pathetic. You’re not people. You’re dumbasses. I only came here so I could see my goddaughter again. I’ll find another way besides listening to you idiots all night.” Zero spoke up as the circled group turned their attention to him, all with blank expressions on their faces.
McHannon knocked the chair back as he stood up and adjusted his jeans before he made for the door. His hand touched the handle as a voice came from behind him.
“Zero McHannon is it?”
Zero turns around to see that it was the leader of the meeting that addressed him. “Am I supposed to be surprised you knew my name?”
The leader of the group smirked at him and motioned him to come back to the circle, but Zero didn’t budge a step.
Instead he spoke to McHannon from the circle. “Professional wrestler for Frontier Grappling Arts and Hard Knox Wrestling. Known alcoholic. Damn good athlete. World Champion. Accused of beating a prostitute bloody, but was never charged, and your hand is shaking because you haven’t had enough to drink today. Did I hit the nail on the head?”
Zero shrugged. “You watch the news. So what? I don’t want to be here, and I don’t have a problem. I’ll be letting myself out.”
“What was it you said about your goddaughter?” The man spoke up and it was enough to make Zero turn around again before he got the door open.
“It’s none of your fucking business. It’s mine. I was told if I came to these meetings that I could see her. I’m not sitting here and listening to you bunch though. It will turn me from drinking to suicide. You fucks couldn’t live your life and drink at the same time. I can. That’s the difference between you and me. I’m done here.” Zero said, this time he opened the door, but the man was consistent.
“I want you to have something, Zero. Your pain is so obvious, and you’re oblivious.” The man stood up and walked over towards the world champion. He took a coin out of his pocket that said ‘one week’ and handed it over. “I want this to be your goal. Make it one week and come back to talk with me.”
McHannon looked down at the coin and ran it across the groove of his knuckles. He then looked up at the man, then back down to the coin again.
“How thoughtful of you. Do me a favor?” Zero said.
“What can I do for you?”
“Take this coin and shove it up your ass.” McHannon flicked the coin into the air and heard it land between them. He gave out a small laugh at the man before he let himself out of the door, then turned and looked over his shoulder. “Since you’re a wrestling fan, make sure you tune into Vertigo and see if my drinking holds me back. You’ll see that I can do whatever the fuck I please and still succeed. Might want to quit blaming the liquor and blame yourselves for you own retarded actions for once. The problem is you, not whatever you can find to shift your problems on… pieces of shit.”
McHannon walked out the door and closed it behind him. He clenched his fist in anger that he couldn’t sit through that mindless meeting just to see his goddaughter again, but it wasn’t going to help, it was going to cause him to drink even more than he already did. As Zero started to walk away, he heard a voice from the other side of the door.
“He’ll be back. A man with so much to lose always come back.”
Zero turned around and spit on the door to the alcoholics anonymous meeting. You don’t control me. No one does. I do my job every time and I’m never effected. This was about Claire, not a ‘problem’. There is no problem. I have no faults. I’m fine just the way I am…
I don’t know if it was because Vertigo, and new launching of First Wave on the Axxess Network, were back to back nights, but man… Holy shit, I’m glad I’m not the walking cliche of wrestling like some of the other jackasses I’m surrounded by.
No one has balls anymore. They talk about how badly they want something, but don’t do anything to show how badly they want it. I watched everyone make a claim for the Pride Championship, but who took the first strike? Not a soul. It’s sad to watch. There was only the perfect chance to shove Fujiko’s face into the canvas and show people that you weren’t fucking around, but no one took it.
Seems like the only people who back up what they say anymore is me and Chandler Scott. Yeah… that just came out of my mouth.
But Chandler hasn’t even impressed me much these days besides in the ring, and without the New Kings making their mark on Vertigo? Everyone stood there with their dicks in their hand and waited for the action to shine through, and they didn’t get any until after the main event that night, when the real main event came into play where me and Chandler stood across that ring from each other.
“But Zero, why are you talking trash about people not stepping up and taking the spotlight when you just exchanged words with Chandler without doing anything either?”
I already know I’m going to have to repeat this a couple times because people don’t listen.
There will be no excuses whenever Retribution goes off the air. I didn’t have any excuses whenever Johnny Cannon beat me for MY world championship, and I refuse to listen to Chandler’s sorry ass reasons for why he took a loss. The same man who avoided coming out after our match and saying “Zero WAS the better wrestler”. He hid in his hospital bed on whatever drugs they prescribed him and patiently waited for his return while he watched this company get carried without him.
After Redemption, Chandler won’t say that. He’ll have to say “Zero IS the better wrestler”.
If he even talks about me at all…
We all know Chandler gets jealous when people try to talk about me over him, and who can blame him? Since Chandler had to leave, I was the center attention of FGA from December going forward. He’ll never admit it, but it eats him ALIVE! It’s probably the reason he spent so much time talking about the Lions Cup rather than turning his focus to the future task ahead of him.
Chandler doesn’t see me as a task though. He still looks at me and the rest of this roster like he did a year ago, and you’re stupid as fuck if you believe his words and not actually look at his mannerisms that tell an entirely different story.
He doesn’t respect you.
He doesn’t even like you.
He just likes you saying his name.
And you can say it all you want… but one thing I’ll never let you say again is, Chandler Scott, YOUR NEEEWWWWWWWWW FGA WORLD CHAMPION!
FGA will go down if he is the lifeguard again… And I’m tired of being the lifesaver.
You’ll learn how much this means to me… In time.
When…
It’s time.
~~~~~~~~~~
September 12th, 2016
Brooklyn, New York
[OFF CAMERA]
“My name is Joseph and I’m an alcoholic.”
“Hello, Joseph.”
A man from the opposite end of the circled chairs spoke up, but never looked up from his feet. The rest in attendance said their hello in synchronized order. Zero didn’t say anything. Instead he looked around at the group of robots.
Jesus Christ, it’s just like the movies.
McHannon crossed his arms and slumped down into his chair as the leader of the group nodded to Joseph to continue on.
“I’ve been sober for two years now, but the urge to take a drink is overwhelming at times. My left me and when I became sober, she refused to come back. My son is in college and supports himself. I try to pitch in from time to time, and I do better now than I did two years ago, but there’s something inside me that says I’m still not doing enough. I was arrested multiple times for my actions while drinking. I’m looking forward to talking the next step forward in my life and get my three year chip in six months. Thank you for your time.” Joseph finally looked up from the ground as the circle went into a round of applause.
All except for Zero who looked dumbfounded by what he just heard. It was the very first person and he already regretted attending. This people felt sorry for themselves. They wanted the pat on the back for a job well done and most couldn’t contain their liquor.
Bunch of sorry fucks. Quit looking for sympathy. The only ones who will give it to you are the ones who have lived it.
The leader of the group nodded to the next person without saying a word. It was his sign to let other people speak besides him. They were all supposed to listen. That was the rules of the game Zero was told whenever he signed up.
“My name is Anna and I’m an alcoholic.”
“Hello, Anna.”
Zero’s mouth gaped as he looked around the circle more and thought they were a bunch of mindless zombies. He already had enough.
“This is so pathetic. You’re not people. You’re dumbasses. I only came here so I could see my goddaughter again. I’ll find another way besides listening to you idiots all night.” Zero spoke up as the circled group turned their attention to him, all with blank expressions on their faces.
McHannon knocked the chair back as he stood up and adjusted his jeans before he made for the door. His hand touched the handle as a voice came from behind him.
“Zero McHannon is it?”
Zero turns around to see that it was the leader of the meeting that addressed him. “Am I supposed to be surprised you knew my name?”
The leader of the group smirked at him and motioned him to come back to the circle, but Zero didn’t budge a step.
Instead he spoke to McHannon from the circle. “Professional wrestler for Frontier Grappling Arts and Hard Knox Wrestling. Known alcoholic. Damn good athlete. World Champion. Accused of beating a prostitute bloody, but was never charged, and your hand is shaking because you haven’t had enough to drink today. Did I hit the nail on the head?”
Zero shrugged. “You watch the news. So what? I don’t want to be here, and I don’t have a problem. I’ll be letting myself out.”
“What was it you said about your goddaughter?” The man spoke up and it was enough to make Zero turn around again before he got the door open.
“It’s none of your fucking business. It’s mine. I was told if I came to these meetings that I could see her. I’m not sitting here and listening to you bunch though. It will turn me from drinking to suicide. You fucks couldn’t live your life and drink at the same time. I can. That’s the difference between you and me. I’m done here.” Zero said, this time he opened the door, but the man was consistent.
“I want you to have something, Zero. Your pain is so obvious, and you’re oblivious.” The man stood up and walked over towards the world champion. He took a coin out of his pocket that said ‘one week’ and handed it over. “I want this to be your goal. Make it one week and come back to talk with me.”
McHannon looked down at the coin and ran it across the groove of his knuckles. He then looked up at the man, then back down to the coin again.
“How thoughtful of you. Do me a favor?” Zero said.
“What can I do for you?”
“Take this coin and shove it up your ass.” McHannon flicked the coin into the air and heard it land between them. He gave out a small laugh at the man before he let himself out of the door, then turned and looked over his shoulder. “Since you’re a wrestling fan, make sure you tune into Vertigo and see if my drinking holds me back. You’ll see that I can do whatever the fuck I please and still succeed. Might want to quit blaming the liquor and blame yourselves for you own retarded actions for once. The problem is you, not whatever you can find to shift your problems on… pieces of shit.”
McHannon walked out the door and closed it behind him. He clenched his fist in anger that he couldn’t sit through that mindless meeting just to see his goddaughter again, but it wasn’t going to help, it was going to cause him to drink even more than he already did. As Zero started to walk away, he heard a voice from the other side of the door.
“He’ll be back. A man with so much to lose always come back.”
Zero turned around and spit on the door to the alcoholics anonymous meeting. You don’t control me. No one does. I do my job every time and I’m never effected. This was about Claire, not a ‘problem’. There is no problem. I have no faults. I’m fine just the way I am…
~~~~~~~~~~
“Make the most of your opportunities.
That’s basically what I said to you, right Salem? Okay okay, not those exact words. What I said was meant to light a fire under your crotch. I’ve watched you climb up a two foot ladder just to get knocked off it too many times to not expect your best when you’re stepping into a ring with me.
Yet… I already know all it took was that one sentence to make you ready. I know people and I know you. I didn’t have to belittle you all week just to see you get exhausted and on the verge of tears to get a good match out of you. One sentence. That’s all. Enough to show you that I wasn’t going to fuck around and I wanted the same from you. And because of me? I’ll know you’re going to fire every bullet in the chamber.
Too bad you’re shooting a six piece though… When I said I know you, I know of people like you in everyday life as well. You might have what it takes to go toe to toe against the FGA World Champion, but do you have what it takes to say the things you need to? Lost child. Psycho ex-girlfriend. Burnt more bridges than forest fires. I had my goddaughter taken from me. Woman… beater…
Do you see where our lives are so different? You’re the poster child that can speak at school events. You’re the girl who waves a flag high for same sex marriage. You’re probably a democrat, but that’s just a guess. Everyone expects SO MUCH from the witchy, Salem Cartier. While they expect so much from you out of ordinary life, I get that same kind of pressure in the ring.
You don’t have what it takes to say the things that are going to sting… You have the red carpet laid out in front of you to take your best shot, but I know you’ll hold back, because that’s not the SALEM WAY! You’ll hold back when it matters most… and that’s why you won’t even come close whenever we’re standing across from each other. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you won’t walk out the winner, but will you do that same?
I think your latest match against Annie Dupree speaks for that question. Annie turned around and knocked your lights out with her title, and what did you do? You bitched and complained about how Annie had changed whenever you had the CHANCE to fire a shot back. You had the CHANCE to not let any of that shit happen, but it did. You. Held. Back. And when you hold back, you’ll never propel yourself forward. You’re just as much as the little girl I see in Annie.
No one looks at our match and says, ‘Salem Cartier is going to win this one’! Not a fucking soul… Well, except for maybe Chris Strike, but his bitterness and ego has always always veered far off from common sense. But me? You’d be surprised to know that I think differently. I know exactly what you’re made of and what you can bring to the table, Salem. I want more though. I don’t want your best, because it’s not good enough. I want a step above that. If you can’t give me every single piece of you, than who can you possibly give it to? This isn’t your everyday run through the park with the Mid-Atlantic Legacy contenders. This isn’t your ordinary match on the card.
They finally see something in you. The same thing I seen, but never would admit since the moment you walked through those doors, and I’d be a liar to say I didn’t anticipate what you were going to do with the company. What I expected and what I got are two entirely different things.
Then again… not everyone can be Zero McHannon.
You know what many people don’t do? Come into a company and climb straight to the top, unless you’re one of the outsiders of this company that management wants to pamper on their stay here. You see, Salem, I was excited to see you come to FGA, but I was also afraid of the scum that you’d bring with you. I was afraid that you’d bring Artemis. Nina Stokes. Ryan LeCavalier, SIGH! I guess one out of three isn’t bad.
This isn’t Girl Power Wrestling, or whatever the fuck that company was called that you came from. FGA isn’t made for the love stories or the wild lesbian sex running through the hallways. We here, in this company, don’t give a single shit about swapping girlfriends and letting it bleed out on your shows. FGA IS ALL ABOUT THE WRESTLING! I’ll never watch this place become that piece of shit company. I’ll die or quit before that happens and that’s the thing that worried me most whenever I seen you pop up on your first episode.
I bring out the best in people, but I’m afraid that I won’t bring out the best in you, because you’re too consistent on holding this perfect image of yourself. I’ve had to watch you fail for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship how many times now? How many times is this company going to keep giving you the opportunity to capitalize on a championship that COULD take your career to the next level? You have the tools. You have the ability. YOU DON’T HAVE THE BALLS! If you did, you won’t have to be worried about coming up short… almost as short as your dyke bowl haircut.
But hey, what does a three time FGA World Champion know about the chase? I was never in your shoes to compete for any other titles except this one I’m holding currently. I won’t have the chance to become a grand slam champion or a triple crown winner. The chances that I don’t get, you will, but if you don’t wipe that sand from your vagina and show some grit, you’ll never see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Who wants to see me hold the Pride Championship or Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship for years anyway… I know I don’t. I’m primed for facing the best in the world when it comes to wrestling, not being a gateway match for the newcomers to the industrym or those climbing. You see, you don’t only EARN the chance to beat an FGA World Champion… you earn the chance to face Zero McHannon. It’s just as big of an honor than getting a world championship match.
The things you dream of doing…
I’ve done.
The wrestler that you wish you could be…
I am.
I know whenever my career is a done deal… I can say that I’ve done it all. I went up against the world and I conquered it. I get to look at the saltiness in people’s face whenever I shut them up. People who bring their mediocre tone with some of the others on the roster, bring it ALL against me. That’s how fucking great I am.
Will you be able to say the same, Salem?
The years are ticking by. Before you know it, you’ll be in your thirties, just like me. Are you going to run in the middle of the pack with some of the others in this company that’re perfectly fine with being “alright”?
Every elbow I hit you with, you’ll feel the experience.
Every hard hitting move you’re the victim of, you’ll know why I’m competing at the level I’m at.
And when the Zero-Tolerance hits? You’ll regret getting in the ring with me altogether.
Because what was it worth to you at the end of the day? An opportunity. A bigger chance than you’ve gotten in your whole time with FGA. Main Event. FGA World Champion. Something that means much more than just your typical match. One that you won’t get again for a long time… I need you to be more than just the typical white girl that’s still stuck in the childhood fantasy of being a witch for Halloween. Cordy and Strike think they’re going to steal the show… I’m not going to take that shit, but I’m not sure if you will or not. Are you comfortable in thinking that an outsider is going to step into our company and outperform us?
If you do… don’t show up.
I want you to ask yourself what you’re going to get out of your career at the end of this year.
A championship? Not when Annie will do anything to make sure that it never touches your hands… even though it does look pretty good being smashed across your face.
Most loved? I doubt it. This whole image of trying to be the better person is overdone. You’re looking for the stepping stones of being a good wrestler when some of us take what we want. Something that you haven’t been able to live up to, yet.
Match of the year? Not unless I carry you to one.
There’s a fire in you that you refuse to light, and until you do, you’ll never reach the cloud that you’d like to sit on. Talk without thinking. Act without taking a second look back. Put yourself out there, or just continue to blend in with the rest of the crowd, because that’s exactly what you are right now, Salem… Just another face in the crowd. Until you decide to take that leap, that’s as far as you’ll reach.
You’re a ‘darling’ of wrestling. You pander to your fans and your loved ones. You’re the type of person to LIE to your friend’s face so that you don’t hurt their feelings. People want to see you succeed so badly, because they can relate to you. Ordinary. Just the regular person who punches in and out at the time clock of their regular jobs. Someone who is fine with living life behind the white picket fence without thrusting themselves into the spotlight. You’re content and complacent. That’s good enough for a manager’s job at Arby’s, but wrestling? It’s never good enough. NOTHING is ever good enough. There is no ceiling. There’s no stopping point. There’s no BEING CONTENT WITH ANYTHING! There’s levels to this shit.
If you beat one of the best wrestlers in the world, you’re not smug enough to make sure that people notice. You’ll forever be forgotten memory if you don’t step up and do something about it. Consider me challenging you… to be more. Stick to someone’s mind like your pasty white glue looking skin.
Show me that you belong with the top runners in FGA and that you’re not just here to collect a check.
Break out of that shell, or get lost in the times. The choice is yours. I’ve chosen my own path and look where it has gotten me. At the top… looking down at the rest of you pathetic pieces of shit who wish you were the one standing in my shoes. That’s the way it’s going to stay. Envy me. Not because you can, but because you should, or you’ll never open your eyes and understand what it takes to be a world champion.
I hope you really do believe in magic.
You’re going to need it.”
That’s basically what I said to you, right Salem? Okay okay, not those exact words. What I said was meant to light a fire under your crotch. I’ve watched you climb up a two foot ladder just to get knocked off it too many times to not expect your best when you’re stepping into a ring with me.
Yet… I already know all it took was that one sentence to make you ready. I know people and I know you. I didn’t have to belittle you all week just to see you get exhausted and on the verge of tears to get a good match out of you. One sentence. That’s all. Enough to show you that I wasn’t going to fuck around and I wanted the same from you. And because of me? I’ll know you’re going to fire every bullet in the chamber.
Too bad you’re shooting a six piece though… When I said I know you, I know of people like you in everyday life as well. You might have what it takes to go toe to toe against the FGA World Champion, but do you have what it takes to say the things you need to? Lost child. Psycho ex-girlfriend. Burnt more bridges than forest fires. I had my goddaughter taken from me. Woman… beater…
Do you see where our lives are so different? You’re the poster child that can speak at school events. You’re the girl who waves a flag high for same sex marriage. You’re probably a democrat, but that’s just a guess. Everyone expects SO MUCH from the witchy, Salem Cartier. While they expect so much from you out of ordinary life, I get that same kind of pressure in the ring.
You don’t have what it takes to say the things that are going to sting… You have the red carpet laid out in front of you to take your best shot, but I know you’ll hold back, because that’s not the SALEM WAY! You’ll hold back when it matters most… and that’s why you won’t even come close whenever we’re standing across from each other. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you won’t walk out the winner, but will you do that same?
I think your latest match against Annie Dupree speaks for that question. Annie turned around and knocked your lights out with her title, and what did you do? You bitched and complained about how Annie had changed whenever you had the CHANCE to fire a shot back. You had the CHANCE to not let any of that shit happen, but it did. You. Held. Back. And when you hold back, you’ll never propel yourself forward. You’re just as much as the little girl I see in Annie.
No one looks at our match and says, ‘Salem Cartier is going to win this one’! Not a fucking soul… Well, except for maybe Chris Strike, but his bitterness and ego has always always veered far off from common sense. But me? You’d be surprised to know that I think differently. I know exactly what you’re made of and what you can bring to the table, Salem. I want more though. I don’t want your best, because it’s not good enough. I want a step above that. If you can’t give me every single piece of you, than who can you possibly give it to? This isn’t your everyday run through the park with the Mid-Atlantic Legacy contenders. This isn’t your ordinary match on the card.
They finally see something in you. The same thing I seen, but never would admit since the moment you walked through those doors, and I’d be a liar to say I didn’t anticipate what you were going to do with the company. What I expected and what I got are two entirely different things.
Then again… not everyone can be Zero McHannon.
You know what many people don’t do? Come into a company and climb straight to the top, unless you’re one of the outsiders of this company that management wants to pamper on their stay here. You see, Salem, I was excited to see you come to FGA, but I was also afraid of the scum that you’d bring with you. I was afraid that you’d bring Artemis. Nina Stokes. Ryan LeCavalier, SIGH! I guess one out of three isn’t bad.
This isn’t Girl Power Wrestling, or whatever the fuck that company was called that you came from. FGA isn’t made for the love stories or the wild lesbian sex running through the hallways. We here, in this company, don’t give a single shit about swapping girlfriends and letting it bleed out on your shows. FGA IS ALL ABOUT THE WRESTLING! I’ll never watch this place become that piece of shit company. I’ll die or quit before that happens and that’s the thing that worried me most whenever I seen you pop up on your first episode.
I bring out the best in people, but I’m afraid that I won’t bring out the best in you, because you’re too consistent on holding this perfect image of yourself. I’ve had to watch you fail for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship how many times now? How many times is this company going to keep giving you the opportunity to capitalize on a championship that COULD take your career to the next level? You have the tools. You have the ability. YOU DON’T HAVE THE BALLS! If you did, you won’t have to be worried about coming up short… almost as short as your dyke bowl haircut.
But hey, what does a three time FGA World Champion know about the chase? I was never in your shoes to compete for any other titles except this one I’m holding currently. I won’t have the chance to become a grand slam champion or a triple crown winner. The chances that I don’t get, you will, but if you don’t wipe that sand from your vagina and show some grit, you’ll never see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Who wants to see me hold the Pride Championship or Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship for years anyway… I know I don’t. I’m primed for facing the best in the world when it comes to wrestling, not being a gateway match for the newcomers to the industrym or those climbing. You see, you don’t only EARN the chance to beat an FGA World Champion… you earn the chance to face Zero McHannon. It’s just as big of an honor than getting a world championship match.
The things you dream of doing…
I’ve done.
The wrestler that you wish you could be…
I am.
I know whenever my career is a done deal… I can say that I’ve done it all. I went up against the world and I conquered it. I get to look at the saltiness in people’s face whenever I shut them up. People who bring their mediocre tone with some of the others on the roster, bring it ALL against me. That’s how fucking great I am.
Will you be able to say the same, Salem?
The years are ticking by. Before you know it, you’ll be in your thirties, just like me. Are you going to run in the middle of the pack with some of the others in this company that’re perfectly fine with being “alright”?
Every elbow I hit you with, you’ll feel the experience.
Every hard hitting move you’re the victim of, you’ll know why I’m competing at the level I’m at.
And when the Zero-Tolerance hits? You’ll regret getting in the ring with me altogether.
Because what was it worth to you at the end of the day? An opportunity. A bigger chance than you’ve gotten in your whole time with FGA. Main Event. FGA World Champion. Something that means much more than just your typical match. One that you won’t get again for a long time… I need you to be more than just the typical white girl that’s still stuck in the childhood fantasy of being a witch for Halloween. Cordy and Strike think they’re going to steal the show… I’m not going to take that shit, but I’m not sure if you will or not. Are you comfortable in thinking that an outsider is going to step into our company and outperform us?
If you do… don’t show up.
I want you to ask yourself what you’re going to get out of your career at the end of this year.
A championship? Not when Annie will do anything to make sure that it never touches your hands… even though it does look pretty good being smashed across your face.
Most loved? I doubt it. This whole image of trying to be the better person is overdone. You’re looking for the stepping stones of being a good wrestler when some of us take what we want. Something that you haven’t been able to live up to, yet.
Match of the year? Not unless I carry you to one.
There’s a fire in you that you refuse to light, and until you do, you’ll never reach the cloud that you’d like to sit on. Talk without thinking. Act without taking a second look back. Put yourself out there, or just continue to blend in with the rest of the crowd, because that’s exactly what you are right now, Salem… Just another face in the crowd. Until you decide to take that leap, that’s as far as you’ll reach.
You’re a ‘darling’ of wrestling. You pander to your fans and your loved ones. You’re the type of person to LIE to your friend’s face so that you don’t hurt their feelings. People want to see you succeed so badly, because they can relate to you. Ordinary. Just the regular person who punches in and out at the time clock of their regular jobs. Someone who is fine with living life behind the white picket fence without thrusting themselves into the spotlight. You’re content and complacent. That’s good enough for a manager’s job at Arby’s, but wrestling? It’s never good enough. NOTHING is ever good enough. There is no ceiling. There’s no stopping point. There’s no BEING CONTENT WITH ANYTHING! There’s levels to this shit.
If you beat one of the best wrestlers in the world, you’re not smug enough to make sure that people notice. You’ll forever be forgotten memory if you don’t step up and do something about it. Consider me challenging you… to be more. Stick to someone’s mind like your pasty white glue looking skin.
Show me that you belong with the top runners in FGA and that you’re not just here to collect a check.
Break out of that shell, or get lost in the times. The choice is yours. I’ve chosen my own path and look where it has gotten me. At the top… looking down at the rest of you pathetic pieces of shit who wish you were the one standing in my shoes. That’s the way it’s going to stay. Envy me. Not because you can, but because you should, or you’ll never open your eyes and understand what it takes to be a world champion.
I hope you really do believe in magic.
You’re going to need it.”
