"LOL CHANDLER WINS LOL"
Oct 12, 2016 13:50:28 GMT -5
Post by Zero McHannon on Oct 12, 2016 13:50:28 GMT -5
October 4th, 2016
Zero McHannon’s Tour Bus
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The scene faded in on Zero McHannon staring at a piece of paper that he had clutched between his two hands. A muffled voice was heard, but it sounded as if Zero had earmuffs on as he didn’t fully process it.
“For some strange reason I feel like you’re not listening to me…”
He looked up and on the couch next to him sat Izzy Anders. She sat upside down on the couch now, peering upward at Zero. The way he had the paper angled, she couldn’t see it. She moved into various angles, trying to catch a peek, but to no avail. After he stuff the paper to his side, he nodded his head.
“Still tired from last night. What were you saying?” He responded.
“That’s bullshit and you know it. You didn’t even wrestle. What’s on that paper that has your interest so damn much?”
Zero scooted over on the couch and you could hear the paper crumble under his leg. He looked up to Izzy and shook his head.
“Nothing important. As you were saying? You hate FGA and the people in it?” McHannon quickly tried to change the subject, but you could tell by the expression on Izzy’s face that she was still interested in what he was looking at.
Zero continued on, “I talk a lot of shit, but I love FGA. I need something to take me away from Hard Knox from time to time. FGA has hardcore fans, even if they do hate seeing me win. I will agree with you that I hate everyone there though. No one is hungry. They all show up to their job, clock in, and clock out. No one has the passion I do about my job in that place.”
“You only say that because you’re the world champion.” Izzy spat back at him.
McHannon shrugged. When he moved on the couch the paper could be heard under his leg again. Izzy held her hand out.
“Show me. I didn’t come on this trip so you could keep secrets from me.” She said. She even made a whining noise.
“It’s just the doctor report on my knee.” Zero complained.
Her hand was still extended as she looked from the hidden paper to his face. “Seriously? Is the news bad enough that you’re trying to hide it from me? I doubt it, Zero. Cough it up.”
Zero sighed and pulled out the paper from being stuffed in the couch cushion. He handed it over and Izzy leaned back on the couch to read through it before she instantly shot back up on the couch.
“You’ve been diagnosed… with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?” Izzy paused and didn’t really know what to say as she looked over to Zero.
He sat there and hung his head. Zero didn’t want to say anything, but the secret was now revealed to at least one person.
“They say that I developed it after I was thrown from the cage in War Games… The doctor told me that’s why I… changed. They wanted to prescribe me medication for it, but I was denied with my history of being a drug addict. They blame it for my recent behavior. They said it’s the reason I’ve been lashing out. They want me to start taking psychotherapy, but I refused to…” Zero’s words trailed off when he bit his bottom lip and put some thought into it.
“Hm,” Izzy vocalized to herself. Her pale eyes looked towards the wall, searching for the proper words to say. Soon, she whistled.
“You’re not the only one, you know?” she said, scooting up close to him. “There are plenty of people who face the same thing. Me, included. From years ago. But it’s a battle that you deal with just like you deal with in the ring or whatever,” her predisposition to cynicism came out in the end. “But why refuse the psychotherapy, Zero? I’m not pushing it on ya or anything, no. I couldn’t after what happened to me. You talk like it’s...forbidden,” her eyes narrowed.
Zero pushed himself from the couch and stood up. “Because it is. There’s nothing wrong with me mentally. No one’s going to tell me any different.”
He turned his back to Izzy and stood in the middle of the tour bus for a moment with his hands on his hips. “I’m going to bed, this is too much shit to deal with. I’ll talk to you in the morning. Pillows and blankets are in the closet.”
McHannon walked away towards his bedroom before he looked over his shoulder at Anders. “I know the PTSD story will be leaked… just don’t let it be you. Please. Last thing I need is everyone thinking I’m mentally sick.”
Izzy nodded her head at him, “Promise”. Zero then disappeared into his bedroom and shut the doors behind him.
An hour passed by on the clock.
Izzy’s eyes were still wide open as she laid on the couch and stared at the black television. Finally, she leaned up on the couch and looked over toward Zero’s bedroom. She stood up, walked that way, and put a hand on the door handle. Anders opened the door, stepped through, and closed the door behind her.
Zero McHannon’s Tour Bus
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The scene faded in on Zero McHannon staring at a piece of paper that he had clutched between his two hands. A muffled voice was heard, but it sounded as if Zero had earmuffs on as he didn’t fully process it.
“For some strange reason I feel like you’re not listening to me…”
He looked up and on the couch next to him sat Izzy Anders. She sat upside down on the couch now, peering upward at Zero. The way he had the paper angled, she couldn’t see it. She moved into various angles, trying to catch a peek, but to no avail. After he stuff the paper to his side, he nodded his head.
“Still tired from last night. What were you saying?” He responded.
“That’s bullshit and you know it. You didn’t even wrestle. What’s on that paper that has your interest so damn much?”
Zero scooted over on the couch and you could hear the paper crumble under his leg. He looked up to Izzy and shook his head.
“Nothing important. As you were saying? You hate FGA and the people in it?” McHannon quickly tried to change the subject, but you could tell by the expression on Izzy’s face that she was still interested in what he was looking at.
Zero continued on, “I talk a lot of shit, but I love FGA. I need something to take me away from Hard Knox from time to time. FGA has hardcore fans, even if they do hate seeing me win. I will agree with you that I hate everyone there though. No one is hungry. They all show up to their job, clock in, and clock out. No one has the passion I do about my job in that place.”
“You only say that because you’re the world champion.” Izzy spat back at him.
McHannon shrugged. When he moved on the couch the paper could be heard under his leg again. Izzy held her hand out.
“Show me. I didn’t come on this trip so you could keep secrets from me.” She said. She even made a whining noise.
“It’s just the doctor report on my knee.” Zero complained.
Her hand was still extended as she looked from the hidden paper to his face. “Seriously? Is the news bad enough that you’re trying to hide it from me? I doubt it, Zero. Cough it up.”
Zero sighed and pulled out the paper from being stuffed in the couch cushion. He handed it over and Izzy leaned back on the couch to read through it before she instantly shot back up on the couch.
“You’ve been diagnosed… with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?” Izzy paused and didn’t really know what to say as she looked over to Zero.
He sat there and hung his head. Zero didn’t want to say anything, but the secret was now revealed to at least one person.
“They say that I developed it after I was thrown from the cage in War Games… The doctor told me that’s why I… changed. They wanted to prescribe me medication for it, but I was denied with my history of being a drug addict. They blame it for my recent behavior. They said it’s the reason I’ve been lashing out. They want me to start taking psychotherapy, but I refused to…” Zero’s words trailed off when he bit his bottom lip and put some thought into it.
“Hm,” Izzy vocalized to herself. Her pale eyes looked towards the wall, searching for the proper words to say. Soon, she whistled.
“You’re not the only one, you know?” she said, scooting up close to him. “There are plenty of people who face the same thing. Me, included. From years ago. But it’s a battle that you deal with just like you deal with in the ring or whatever,” her predisposition to cynicism came out in the end. “But why refuse the psychotherapy, Zero? I’m not pushing it on ya or anything, no. I couldn’t after what happened to me. You talk like it’s...forbidden,” her eyes narrowed.
Zero pushed himself from the couch and stood up. “Because it is. There’s nothing wrong with me mentally. No one’s going to tell me any different.”
He turned his back to Izzy and stood in the middle of the tour bus for a moment with his hands on his hips. “I’m going to bed, this is too much shit to deal with. I’ll talk to you in the morning. Pillows and blankets are in the closet.”
McHannon walked away towards his bedroom before he looked over his shoulder at Anders. “I know the PTSD story will be leaked… just don’t let it be you. Please. Last thing I need is everyone thinking I’m mentally sick.”
Izzy nodded her head at him, “Promise”. Zero then disappeared into his bedroom and shut the doors behind him.
An hour passed by on the clock.
Izzy’s eyes were still wide open as she laid on the couch and stared at the black television. Finally, she leaned up on the couch and looked over toward Zero’s bedroom. She stood up, walked that way, and put a hand on the door handle. Anders opened the door, stepped through, and closed the door behind her.
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“Chandler Scott WINS! L-O-L.
It’s the biggest running joke in FGA. Well, almost the biggest… the biggest one being that everyone thinks hands down you’re going to be taking this title off my shoulder at Retribution.
But this is all just one big joke, isn’t it?
For a year and half now people have tried to downplay everything I’ve done and build you up to best thing wrestling has ever seen. You wouldn’t know what it’s like since you “don’t care” about much of anything. Every title win. Every drop of sweat. The blood I’ve spilt. The tears I shed whenever I first won this world championship…
Ignored.
That’s one thing I’ll always have over you, Chandler. You talk about how this comes natural to you and how you didn’t even have to break a sweat to get the attention you deserved, then there’s me. A guy who didn’t accept just being another name in the win column on Chandler Scott’s list. This is all just a game to you, and this is my LIFE! I care about every match. Every defense. Every win. You remember last December all too well. Final Frontier. The very first time I won this FGA World Championship. You see, losing like that would’ve ate me alive. Being the man to tap his hands rapidly against the mat and hearing my opponent’s name being called over the loudspeaker while they took my world championship away… I’ve been that man twice now.
And you know what happened then…
Those people that beat me, I didn’t settle for that being the end. I came right back and took my win back against Cindy Parker. I came back when being outnumbered by the New Kings and took back my win. I took back my title. Now you’re looking to do the same against me from last years Final Frontier, but the fact that you lost to me and have never scored a victory against me in one on one action doesn’t bother you?
Passion.
There’s a word you might want to add to your vocabulary. The reason you’re so calm going into this match against me and it doesn’t eat you alive from what happened last time we faced each other is because… you don’t think I’m honestly a threat. The man who dominated with his title reign all of last year. The guy who has seven wins and is undefeated since his return… doesn’t take me seriously.
But that’s what happens when you’re so accustomed to winning. This is the type of shit that puts you on cruise control whenever this company bends over backwards to pamper to your every need. I don’t even see the fire in you when I mention ‘FGA’s longest reigning champion versus FGA’s three time champion’. That’s what bothers me more than anything else. This is just another walk in the park for Chandler Scott. This is another fight for his life for Zero McHannon. If I leave any doubt at all… I lose. One mistake… I’m done.
It’s funny though. You try to act all tough, but I see right through you at your biggest glaring fear. You don’t like to have that ego bruised. You don’t like going up against people who CAN actually beat you. Cindy Parker took you to every limit last year when the match came down to a draw. I beat you at Final Frontier right before you started crying about a shoulder injury for the reason you weren’t at your best that match. You never wanted to get back in that ring with either one of us after that. You would rather face people who help you pad that win record of yours so people will continue to suck you off on twitter and on Vertigo. You don’t care for the challenge at all… People like me THRIVE for facing the best athletes in this world, while people like you would rather us be gone from FGA so you can dominate the competition for a year straight against people who, quite frankly, aren’t going to touch our level for years to come.
I bust my ass for this company while you sit back and act like everything just comes easily to you. Well, you’re right about one thing. Everything is easily handed to you. There’s so many names that weren’t in the Lions Cup this year that you were basically a shoe in to win. Would’ve that been the same if names like Cindy Parker, Cordy Stevenson, Johnny Cannon, or Tony Carmine would’ve been placed into that tournament?
No.
You come back from your injury and get handed a main event against Jimmy Page, placing you on this pedestal that your name ALONE is on the same level of the FGA World Championship. This company, taking a shot at its own prestige, to once again HAND FEED Chandler Scott. To stroke that ego. To make you feel like you haven’t been left out or forgotten about, but instead show the world why you’re the face of this business. Let’s face it, I’ll never be the face of FGA, no matter how many times I win this world championship, beat you, or defend the title. I haven’t spent my last four years here to accomplish that, and I’m okay with that fact.
When people think of FGA they will think about Chandler Scott.
But when people think about Chandler Scott, I want them to think about how the ‘FGA Superhuman Fratboy’ had one person that he just couldn’t beat… He had another Andreas Lasiewicz that walked into his company and not only did he stop the ‘Chandler win train’, but he broke the fucking tracks while he was at it.
See… FGA was so linear before I came aboard. Chandler faced whoever they put him up against. Chandler won. Chandler went along with his business and did the same every single month. Then a guy named Zero McHannon sighed his John Hancock onto the dotted line, and all of that changed. Scott went down with an injury and that guy, Zero McHannon, picked up this company and carried on his FUCKING BACK! I didn’t need to pretend to be superhuman to do that, Chandler. I didn’t need to act like there was nothing in this world that bothered me, or that there was no one in this locker room that couldn’t beat me. I just wanted to be the best, and to be the best I had to beat the best this company has to offer me. You. A year later and we’re getting that rematch that everyone has been waiting for. The only person who isn’t excited about that match as much as me and everyone else is? Chandler Scott.
While you didn’t care who you faced for the FGA World Championship, I already knew who I wanted to win the Lions Cup. I wanted the man who was going to give me a run for my money, while you were trying to avoid having that ego bruised once again against the man who actually makes you question whether you can really win or not.
When that gate finally opened? I stormed the mother fucker. First Vertigo I made sure we had our face to face confrontation while you were doing everything in your power to avoid the one person who actually makes you sweat. For a YEAR NOW you’ve been writing little cheap footnotes in your notebook while I’ve been dragged your name through the mud, waiting for the one day that you get to open that notebook and use everything I’ve said in the past year against me. You had that chance… you didn’t take it, but you will, because I’ve been feeding you Chandler. I have nothing to save. Nothing to lose. You ducked my name, bringing me up, or looking forward to the task that laid in front of your very own eyes.
The only thing you saw was the FGA World Championship.
Look a little higher, sweetheart. Look at who’s holding that title. Look at the man you have to run through to get what you really want. Now look back to a year ago and know that I have all the ability in the world to do what no one seemingly can do. Beat the shit out of Chandler Scott.
You want this title so your name can be on the tip of everyone’s lips once again. You want this gold around your waist so that can claim your rightful spot at the top of the FGA food chain. Without feeling SUPERIOR, you don’t feel like much at all. That’s another difference between you and me Chandler. I don’t need this FGA World Championship. I’ll still be on the biggest things in this company without it. And who knows? Maybe I’ll just pack my bags up and leave whenever I get the chance, maybe you’re doing me a favor if you do walk into Retribution and beat me.
Frankly, I’m fucking sick of everything. I’m sick of looking around the backstage area and seeing no one back there that’s as hungry as me to get in that ring and do what I do best. I’m tired of seeing everyone patting each other on the back and telling them ‘good job’ like we all aren’t competing for each other’s job. I’m weary of having having to see this company place your name on the same ranks as MY FGA World Championship. I could walk into the ring, grab the microphone, and absolutely put on the best show of my life… I could step through those ropes and put on a five star match… I could fuck Stephy Auger on the announcer’s table…
And yet, it’s always about ‘me me me me’. Nothing I ever do will get the recognition that I truly deserve. I’m not Annie Dupree, sucking off homeless men behind the dumpster in the alley way. I’m not Cordy Stevenson, posting pictures of a g-string running up the crack of my asscheeks on twitter. I’m not you… the man who has been portrayed as this unstoppable force that no one can ever touch, and once he takes that FGA World Championship back off Zero McHannon, he diminishes his three time title reign, being one of them himself, and goes on another year long stint.
That’s even if I do beat you.
This company will step over me just to make you feel like you’re really the big deal here, no matter how hard I bust my ass, and no matter how many times I put you on your fucking back. I will never get the appreciation I deserve, but you know what?
It might bother me, but I’ll live with it. Unlike you, I admit that I have flaws and I wear them like a badge of honor for the whole world to see. Being that one person that you can’t touch is well worth the price of admission. Erm… Cough… Or should I say… Submission, in your case?
I have a Goddaughter that doesn’t even like me that I’m fighting for. I have my reputation as one of the best wrestlers alive. I have my job that I care WAYYYYY too fucking much about. The fact that I see this match as two men… two men who want to be the very best wrestlers in this industry… fighting off against each other to PROVE that they are literally the best…
If you think I brought out a fire inside me at Final Frontier, you haven’t seen shit yet.
Everyone is going to claim that you’re the best and ride your dick until the wheels fall off regardless of what I do. The only thing left for me is show the world that no matter what they say, my business in the ring with you has done the real talking. Sure, they will ignore it, but it’s the record books that really matter to me. A fucking book… having more of a braincell than anyone else in that locker room because it knows the REAL FACTS!
Chandler struggles when he faces Zero McHannon one on one.
Chandler doesn’t like fighting against people who actually are a threat to him.
Chandler became the broke man Zero McHannon when he returned because he saw me win the world championship with that attitude.
Chandler ignores, and doesn’t like bringing up, ANYTHING or ANYONE that tarnishes that precious image of his.
You’re not the only one that has been taking notes throughout this whole year… Not only have I been waiting for this moment since December, I welcome it. This time when I walk out of that ring with what you think is your world championship, what excuse are you going to use? I got one for you.
‘Zero will always be better than me’.
I have drive… determination… ambition. Three things that you’ve lost touch of recently. You see gold and your eyes light up. I see an athlete who’s going to push me to that breaking point and the stars start to form in my pupils. I’m not going to underplay you, Chandler. You might want to start thinking that this big fight feel that’s going to fill the arena in Saint Paul, Minnesota? It’s not going to be that way because you’re standing in that ring. It’s not going to be that way because I’m standing in that ring.
It’s going to be that way because we’re both standing in that ring at the same damn time.
I’ve been facing the best talent FGA can put in the ring with me up to this point. You? Eating the leftovers I gave you from the fridge. The three matches you wrestled in one night to get this chance? About the same as having one match against me.
‘Fuck, Zero’. ‘I can’t wait to see Zero get his ass kicked’.
You going to be that guy, Chandler? You’ll have to kill me before I let you be that guy. Anyone but you. So many people will be tuning in to see me get what’s finally coming to me. What happens whenever that doesn’t happen? I beat the biggest STAR in the company and show once against that you might be Superman in the eyes of everyone else… but I will forever be your weakness. I won’t have it any other way. Don’t worry too much though. There will always be the sympathy tweets coming your way. A pat on the ass. A ‘good job’ for a well fought effort.
So much of that going around this company these days, I’m sure you’ll soak up all the condolences. That’s the only piece of my spotlight I’m ever going to let you have again. You might love the fact that I can’t keep your name out of my mouth, but whenever people say your name from now on, they’re going to have follow it up with.
Chandler Scott… ‘could never beat Zero McHannon’.
Chandler Scott… ‘had a great career unless he faced Zero McHannon’.
Chandler Scott… ‘versus Zero McHannon was always a classic. Too bad he couldn’t ever edge him out’.
Shut me up, bitch. I’ve given you every chance in the world to do that, and you know the crazy part? You think everything you’ve said has actually been amazing. I’ve been shredding you. I haven’t held back while you’ve put on the parking brake. You do that at Retribution like you’ve been doing on the road there?
You’re done.
Consider this the wake up call.
Drawing first blood.
A warning.
Over before it began.”
It’s the biggest running joke in FGA. Well, almost the biggest… the biggest one being that everyone thinks hands down you’re going to be taking this title off my shoulder at Retribution.
But this is all just one big joke, isn’t it?
For a year and half now people have tried to downplay everything I’ve done and build you up to best thing wrestling has ever seen. You wouldn’t know what it’s like since you “don’t care” about much of anything. Every title win. Every drop of sweat. The blood I’ve spilt. The tears I shed whenever I first won this world championship…
Ignored.
That’s one thing I’ll always have over you, Chandler. You talk about how this comes natural to you and how you didn’t even have to break a sweat to get the attention you deserved, then there’s me. A guy who didn’t accept just being another name in the win column on Chandler Scott’s list. This is all just a game to you, and this is my LIFE! I care about every match. Every defense. Every win. You remember last December all too well. Final Frontier. The very first time I won this FGA World Championship. You see, losing like that would’ve ate me alive. Being the man to tap his hands rapidly against the mat and hearing my opponent’s name being called over the loudspeaker while they took my world championship away… I’ve been that man twice now.
And you know what happened then…
Those people that beat me, I didn’t settle for that being the end. I came right back and took my win back against Cindy Parker. I came back when being outnumbered by the New Kings and took back my win. I took back my title. Now you’re looking to do the same against me from last years Final Frontier, but the fact that you lost to me and have never scored a victory against me in one on one action doesn’t bother you?
Passion.
There’s a word you might want to add to your vocabulary. The reason you’re so calm going into this match against me and it doesn’t eat you alive from what happened last time we faced each other is because… you don’t think I’m honestly a threat. The man who dominated with his title reign all of last year. The guy who has seven wins and is undefeated since his return… doesn’t take me seriously.
But that’s what happens when you’re so accustomed to winning. This is the type of shit that puts you on cruise control whenever this company bends over backwards to pamper to your every need. I don’t even see the fire in you when I mention ‘FGA’s longest reigning champion versus FGA’s three time champion’. That’s what bothers me more than anything else. This is just another walk in the park for Chandler Scott. This is another fight for his life for Zero McHannon. If I leave any doubt at all… I lose. One mistake… I’m done.
It’s funny though. You try to act all tough, but I see right through you at your biggest glaring fear. You don’t like to have that ego bruised. You don’t like going up against people who CAN actually beat you. Cindy Parker took you to every limit last year when the match came down to a draw. I beat you at Final Frontier right before you started crying about a shoulder injury for the reason you weren’t at your best that match. You never wanted to get back in that ring with either one of us after that. You would rather face people who help you pad that win record of yours so people will continue to suck you off on twitter and on Vertigo. You don’t care for the challenge at all… People like me THRIVE for facing the best athletes in this world, while people like you would rather us be gone from FGA so you can dominate the competition for a year straight against people who, quite frankly, aren’t going to touch our level for years to come.
I bust my ass for this company while you sit back and act like everything just comes easily to you. Well, you’re right about one thing. Everything is easily handed to you. There’s so many names that weren’t in the Lions Cup this year that you were basically a shoe in to win. Would’ve that been the same if names like Cindy Parker, Cordy Stevenson, Johnny Cannon, or Tony Carmine would’ve been placed into that tournament?
No.
You come back from your injury and get handed a main event against Jimmy Page, placing you on this pedestal that your name ALONE is on the same level of the FGA World Championship. This company, taking a shot at its own prestige, to once again HAND FEED Chandler Scott. To stroke that ego. To make you feel like you haven’t been left out or forgotten about, but instead show the world why you’re the face of this business. Let’s face it, I’ll never be the face of FGA, no matter how many times I win this world championship, beat you, or defend the title. I haven’t spent my last four years here to accomplish that, and I’m okay with that fact.
When people think of FGA they will think about Chandler Scott.
But when people think about Chandler Scott, I want them to think about how the ‘FGA Superhuman Fratboy’ had one person that he just couldn’t beat… He had another Andreas Lasiewicz that walked into his company and not only did he stop the ‘Chandler win train’, but he broke the fucking tracks while he was at it.
See… FGA was so linear before I came aboard. Chandler faced whoever they put him up against. Chandler won. Chandler went along with his business and did the same every single month. Then a guy named Zero McHannon sighed his John Hancock onto the dotted line, and all of that changed. Scott went down with an injury and that guy, Zero McHannon, picked up this company and carried on his FUCKING BACK! I didn’t need to pretend to be superhuman to do that, Chandler. I didn’t need to act like there was nothing in this world that bothered me, or that there was no one in this locker room that couldn’t beat me. I just wanted to be the best, and to be the best I had to beat the best this company has to offer me. You. A year later and we’re getting that rematch that everyone has been waiting for. The only person who isn’t excited about that match as much as me and everyone else is? Chandler Scott.
While you didn’t care who you faced for the FGA World Championship, I already knew who I wanted to win the Lions Cup. I wanted the man who was going to give me a run for my money, while you were trying to avoid having that ego bruised once again against the man who actually makes you question whether you can really win or not.
When that gate finally opened? I stormed the mother fucker. First Vertigo I made sure we had our face to face confrontation while you were doing everything in your power to avoid the one person who actually makes you sweat. For a YEAR NOW you’ve been writing little cheap footnotes in your notebook while I’ve been dragged your name through the mud, waiting for the one day that you get to open that notebook and use everything I’ve said in the past year against me. You had that chance… you didn’t take it, but you will, because I’ve been feeding you Chandler. I have nothing to save. Nothing to lose. You ducked my name, bringing me up, or looking forward to the task that laid in front of your very own eyes.
The only thing you saw was the FGA World Championship.
Look a little higher, sweetheart. Look at who’s holding that title. Look at the man you have to run through to get what you really want. Now look back to a year ago and know that I have all the ability in the world to do what no one seemingly can do. Beat the shit out of Chandler Scott.
You want this title so your name can be on the tip of everyone’s lips once again. You want this gold around your waist so that can claim your rightful spot at the top of the FGA food chain. Without feeling SUPERIOR, you don’t feel like much at all. That’s another difference between you and me Chandler. I don’t need this FGA World Championship. I’ll still be on the biggest things in this company without it. And who knows? Maybe I’ll just pack my bags up and leave whenever I get the chance, maybe you’re doing me a favor if you do walk into Retribution and beat me.
Frankly, I’m fucking sick of everything. I’m sick of looking around the backstage area and seeing no one back there that’s as hungry as me to get in that ring and do what I do best. I’m tired of seeing everyone patting each other on the back and telling them ‘good job’ like we all aren’t competing for each other’s job. I’m weary of having having to see this company place your name on the same ranks as MY FGA World Championship. I could walk into the ring, grab the microphone, and absolutely put on the best show of my life… I could step through those ropes and put on a five star match… I could fuck Stephy Auger on the announcer’s table…
And yet, it’s always about ‘me me me me’. Nothing I ever do will get the recognition that I truly deserve. I’m not Annie Dupree, sucking off homeless men behind the dumpster in the alley way. I’m not Cordy Stevenson, posting pictures of a g-string running up the crack of my asscheeks on twitter. I’m not you… the man who has been portrayed as this unstoppable force that no one can ever touch, and once he takes that FGA World Championship back off Zero McHannon, he diminishes his three time title reign, being one of them himself, and goes on another year long stint.
That’s even if I do beat you.
This company will step over me just to make you feel like you’re really the big deal here, no matter how hard I bust my ass, and no matter how many times I put you on your fucking back. I will never get the appreciation I deserve, but you know what?
It might bother me, but I’ll live with it. Unlike you, I admit that I have flaws and I wear them like a badge of honor for the whole world to see. Being that one person that you can’t touch is well worth the price of admission. Erm… Cough… Or should I say… Submission, in your case?
I have a Goddaughter that doesn’t even like me that I’m fighting for. I have my reputation as one of the best wrestlers alive. I have my job that I care WAYYYYY too fucking much about. The fact that I see this match as two men… two men who want to be the very best wrestlers in this industry… fighting off against each other to PROVE that they are literally the best…
If you think I brought out a fire inside me at Final Frontier, you haven’t seen shit yet.
Everyone is going to claim that you’re the best and ride your dick until the wheels fall off regardless of what I do. The only thing left for me is show the world that no matter what they say, my business in the ring with you has done the real talking. Sure, they will ignore it, but it’s the record books that really matter to me. A fucking book… having more of a braincell than anyone else in that locker room because it knows the REAL FACTS!
Chandler struggles when he faces Zero McHannon one on one.
Chandler doesn’t like fighting against people who actually are a threat to him.
Chandler became the broke man Zero McHannon when he returned because he saw me win the world championship with that attitude.
Chandler ignores, and doesn’t like bringing up, ANYTHING or ANYONE that tarnishes that precious image of his.
You’re not the only one that has been taking notes throughout this whole year… Not only have I been waiting for this moment since December, I welcome it. This time when I walk out of that ring with what you think is your world championship, what excuse are you going to use? I got one for you.
‘Zero will always be better than me’.
I have drive… determination… ambition. Three things that you’ve lost touch of recently. You see gold and your eyes light up. I see an athlete who’s going to push me to that breaking point and the stars start to form in my pupils. I’m not going to underplay you, Chandler. You might want to start thinking that this big fight feel that’s going to fill the arena in Saint Paul, Minnesota? It’s not going to be that way because you’re standing in that ring. It’s not going to be that way because I’m standing in that ring.
It’s going to be that way because we’re both standing in that ring at the same damn time.
I’ve been facing the best talent FGA can put in the ring with me up to this point. You? Eating the leftovers I gave you from the fridge. The three matches you wrestled in one night to get this chance? About the same as having one match against me.
‘Fuck, Zero’. ‘I can’t wait to see Zero get his ass kicked’.
You going to be that guy, Chandler? You’ll have to kill me before I let you be that guy. Anyone but you. So many people will be tuning in to see me get what’s finally coming to me. What happens whenever that doesn’t happen? I beat the biggest STAR in the company and show once against that you might be Superman in the eyes of everyone else… but I will forever be your weakness. I won’t have it any other way. Don’t worry too much though. There will always be the sympathy tweets coming your way. A pat on the ass. A ‘good job’ for a well fought effort.
So much of that going around this company these days, I’m sure you’ll soak up all the condolences. That’s the only piece of my spotlight I’m ever going to let you have again. You might love the fact that I can’t keep your name out of my mouth, but whenever people say your name from now on, they’re going to have follow it up with.
Chandler Scott… ‘could never beat Zero McHannon’.
Chandler Scott… ‘had a great career unless he faced Zero McHannon’.
Chandler Scott… ‘versus Zero McHannon was always a classic. Too bad he couldn’t ever edge him out’.
Shut me up, bitch. I’ve given you every chance in the world to do that, and you know the crazy part? You think everything you’ve said has actually been amazing. I’ve been shredding you. I haven’t held back while you’ve put on the parking brake. You do that at Retribution like you’ve been doing on the road there?
You’re done.
Consider this the wake up call.
Drawing first blood.
A warning.
Over before it began.”
