DNA of FGA versus the Charismatic Chromosome
Oct 13, 2016 18:17:01 GMT -5
Post by Zero McHannon on Oct 13, 2016 18:17:01 GMT -5
October 13th, 2016
Philly
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Everything faded in on Zero leaning on his car as he stood outside of a residential home in Philadelphia. He took a drink from a flask and a car pulled into the driveway, bumping music the entire way.
Cindy Parker stepped out of the car and just stared at Zero from across her yard. You could hear a sigh in the background as Zero flicked away a cigarette he was smoking and stepped away from his car.
“What do you want? Are you here to throw a little hissy fit at me because I got traded to SubVersion again?” Cindy said, opening the back door of her vehicle.
“I don’t give much of a shit about that right now. Was working out in the Hard Knox training facility today and thought I’d stop by. Hasn’t exactly been a great week. Not many people I can talk to that don’t bullshit me around either.” Zero stood his ground in the yard with his hands in his pockets.
Cindy raised an eyebrow as she pulled a couple of groceries from her backseat. “Just don’t ‘do something stupid’ or whatever the silly phrase is that you boys have been saying lately. I know about the news and you kiiiiiiiinda already told me how you felt about that, so...”
He looked off to the side and avoided eye contact with Cindy, then stuck his nose into the air. “Eh, it’s not even that. I just stress the fuck out whenever I have big matches coming up. I’ve been this way the last two times and now I have back to back week title matches. Makes me wonder why you even came back to wrestling to begin with. Makes me remember why I left.”
She rolled her eyes and put down the groceries on the back of the trunk.
“No wonder you have grey hair in your beard,” the look in Zero’s face when she said that gave her a small laugh, then Cindy waved it off. “Yeah, well, you’re just like the rest of us. They always come back. It was never really wrestling that I was sick of. It was being stepped on and walked all over by people like you that pushed me away. Buuuuut!” she picked her grocery bags back up. “I’m not taking it anymore so it’s gonna take more than some curse words and lies to push me away this time.”
Cindy started to walk away, but Zero stepped forward and pushed her shoulder to stop her with a confused look on his face.
“Wait? People like me? What the hell does that even mean? I made you a better wrestler, that’s what I did.” He said.
“Yeah, people like YOU. You treated me basically the same way everyone treats you now because you thought it would make you feel better about yourself. Doesn’t feel good, does it? Everything I did - no matter WHAT I did - you and everyone else still just looked at me like someone else’s number two. My whole career I was just that, even when I was number one. Will I ever get credit for it?” she shook her head from side to side. “Probably not, but I’ll be danged if I’m remembered as someone’s wife or partner or anything stupid like that. You? You just made everything worse when you tried to take away from the moment that was supposed to define ME. Not you, ME. But you just couldn’t have that. That’s a common thing in the land of FGA. Lots of fake smiles and pats on the back until you’re in the spot everyone else wants to be in. My problem always was that I cared too much. Now?” She smirked deceitfully, “I’m pretty much done caring about you or anyone else thinks.” Cindy spat back at him.
Zero shook his head at her. “Or maybe you’re just realizing everything I’ve been saying the whole time is true. No matter where you go, HKW or FGA, you think these people we work with really care what we bring to the table? I opened my eyes to that a loooong time ago. Figured if anyone were going to listen to me, it would’ve been you.”
He turned his head over to the side and looked at Cindy as he took a couple steps back in her yard.
“People only walked on you because you let them to a certain extent. You didn’t want it to happen at all? Should’ve just cut the head off the snake before it started. Don’t say I haven’t warned you. I’ve been at the top for 10 months in FGA and it’s no different from the climb here according to everyone else… everyone else that can’t do it.”
Zero turned his back to her and started walking towards his Escalade.
“Remember that, Cindy. You and me might be completely different, but these friends and everyone else? They want to see us both fail all the same. You will ALWAYS be undervalued to them. I seen through that bullshit last March. We have always fought harder to get what we want and when we do?”
He opened his vehicle door. “May as well enjoy it for yourself, because nobody else will… Probably to your face, but look at how you’re still beating treated and you were a world champion… that’s more than most.”
McHannon shrugged before he stepped into the car. “Maybe I lied about letting you pin me? I’ve been known to do that from time to time just to see how it fucks with people.”
As he said that, he closed the vehicle door behind him and left Cindy standing in the middle of her lawn while she held two sets of groceries. She stared off at the road, where the car pulled off, for a moment and thought hard on something before she turned around and stormed into the house.
Under Cindy’s breath you could hear her mutter… ”Still a jerk".
Philly
[OFF CAMERA]
Everything faded in on Zero leaning on his car as he stood outside of a residential home in Philadelphia. He took a drink from a flask and a car pulled into the driveway, bumping music the entire way.
Cindy Parker stepped out of the car and just stared at Zero from across her yard. You could hear a sigh in the background as Zero flicked away a cigarette he was smoking and stepped away from his car.
“What do you want? Are you here to throw a little hissy fit at me because I got traded to SubVersion again?” Cindy said, opening the back door of her vehicle.
“I don’t give much of a shit about that right now. Was working out in the Hard Knox training facility today and thought I’d stop by. Hasn’t exactly been a great week. Not many people I can talk to that don’t bullshit me around either.” Zero stood his ground in the yard with his hands in his pockets.
Cindy raised an eyebrow as she pulled a couple of groceries from her backseat. “Just don’t ‘do something stupid’ or whatever the silly phrase is that you boys have been saying lately. I know about the news and you kiiiiiiiinda already told me how you felt about that, so...”
He looked off to the side and avoided eye contact with Cindy, then stuck his nose into the air. “Eh, it’s not even that. I just stress the fuck out whenever I have big matches coming up. I’ve been this way the last two times and now I have back to back week title matches. Makes me wonder why you even came back to wrestling to begin with. Makes me remember why I left.”
She rolled her eyes and put down the groceries on the back of the trunk.
“No wonder you have grey hair in your beard,” the look in Zero’s face when she said that gave her a small laugh, then Cindy waved it off. “Yeah, well, you’re just like the rest of us. They always come back. It was never really wrestling that I was sick of. It was being stepped on and walked all over by people like you that pushed me away. Buuuuut!” she picked her grocery bags back up. “I’m not taking it anymore so it’s gonna take more than some curse words and lies to push me away this time.”
Cindy started to walk away, but Zero stepped forward and pushed her shoulder to stop her with a confused look on his face.
“Wait? People like me? What the hell does that even mean? I made you a better wrestler, that’s what I did.” He said.
“Yeah, people like YOU. You treated me basically the same way everyone treats you now because you thought it would make you feel better about yourself. Doesn’t feel good, does it? Everything I did - no matter WHAT I did - you and everyone else still just looked at me like someone else’s number two. My whole career I was just that, even when I was number one. Will I ever get credit for it?” she shook her head from side to side. “Probably not, but I’ll be danged if I’m remembered as someone’s wife or partner or anything stupid like that. You? You just made everything worse when you tried to take away from the moment that was supposed to define ME. Not you, ME. But you just couldn’t have that. That’s a common thing in the land of FGA. Lots of fake smiles and pats on the back until you’re in the spot everyone else wants to be in. My problem always was that I cared too much. Now?” She smirked deceitfully, “I’m pretty much done caring about you or anyone else thinks.” Cindy spat back at him.
Zero shook his head at her. “Or maybe you’re just realizing everything I’ve been saying the whole time is true. No matter where you go, HKW or FGA, you think these people we work with really care what we bring to the table? I opened my eyes to that a loooong time ago. Figured if anyone were going to listen to me, it would’ve been you.”
He turned his head over to the side and looked at Cindy as he took a couple steps back in her yard.
“People only walked on you because you let them to a certain extent. You didn’t want it to happen at all? Should’ve just cut the head off the snake before it started. Don’t say I haven’t warned you. I’ve been at the top for 10 months in FGA and it’s no different from the climb here according to everyone else… everyone else that can’t do it.”
Zero turned his back to her and started walking towards his Escalade.
“Remember that, Cindy. You and me might be completely different, but these friends and everyone else? They want to see us both fail all the same. You will ALWAYS be undervalued to them. I seen through that bullshit last March. We have always fought harder to get what we want and when we do?”
He opened his vehicle door. “May as well enjoy it for yourself, because nobody else will… Probably to your face, but look at how you’re still beating treated and you were a world champion… that’s more than most.”
McHannon shrugged before he stepped into the car. “Maybe I lied about letting you pin me? I’ve been known to do that from time to time just to see how it fucks with people.”
As he said that, he closed the vehicle door behind him and left Cindy standing in the middle of her lawn while she held two sets of groceries. She stared off at the road, where the car pulled off, for a moment and thought hard on something before she turned around and stormed into the house.
Under Cindy’s breath you could hear her mutter… ”Still a jerk".
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Welcome back to… CHANDLER GRAPPLING ARTS! Where it’s Chandler Scott all the time, and all the time Chandler Scott.
But is this really the man that we all used to know? I thought I knew the answer to that one, but it seems that Chandler is worst than me when it comes to ‘finding himself’. It’s amazing what can be accomplished from searching for who you really are, whether it be in Morocco or on your couch cushion.
We all seen the real man whenever he was going up against Jimmy Page. People were soooo excited for the return of the KING of FGA… It had been months since they’ve had their full feeling of Chandler and they let their appreciation be heard. Everyone else started to see a changed man, but do you know what I seen?
Same shit, different day.
The fans and everyone else were so excited for Chandler’s return that they looked past the man almost murdering someone after his match. When Scott brought down those steel steps on Jimmy Pages, I thought to myself… ‘that’s the man I know’. Oh, and the fans ate it up. Didn’t they? They let their hype to see you back in the ring cloud their judgement on your decision making, once again. To me, that was the point I was waiting for… to see whether Chandler was still the same person that he has always been, or someone else entirely. You didn’t let me down.
You had the choice right in front of you. To be the better person, or be the rabid animal that I know you really are. You chose to be that animal whenever you didn’t walk away. You weren’t any better than me, no matter who was cheering or who was appalled by what they seen.
But after that defining moment, who did Chandler really become?
I don’t know. Hell, he didn’t even know. I watched for months as he tested the waters of who he really wanted to portray. At first it looked like he wanted to be Andreas Lasiewicz with the ‘.......’ moments he’d pop up with from time to time. Then when I started to watch his videos I thought he wanted to be the old ME. In the end, we were all disappointed when he chose to be more like his little sister, Emily Carter. Here I thought the younger siblings were supposed to look up to the older ones, but this is probably why I didn’t have brothers or sisters growing up to know how those things work.
Chandler is scared…
Of what, you might ask? I’m not sure. It’s either becoming ME, the man that he’ll see before him at Retribution… the fans, maybe? Maybe he’s afraid of speaking what’s really on his mind in fear that he’ll hurt someone’s feelings or offend them… Maybe it’s because he knows that his lovely little sister will be tuning into every episode to watch her big brother make an ass of himself. He has seen me be the way I am for months now and the fallout that comes with it from the general public, then decided from that moment forward that he wanted to be ‘better than that’.
The same damn thing I told myself whenever I returned from Morocco, and I have a little advice for Chandler from someone who has been through that shit a long time ago. You can try to avoid having the fans and everyone turn on you… but when it happens, there isn’t a damn thing you’ll do to stop it. You’re so afraid of stepping through those curtains on a regular episode of Vertigo, and instead of hearing cheers… they hate you. All this hard work you’ve put in on winning them over and having them warm up to this new you…
Gone.
But that can’t be it. Can it? Chandler didn’t give a shit about the fans for HOW LONG? This isn’t about them, it’s about Emily. It has always been about Emily. That’s the reason you nearly turned Jimmy Page into a cooked egg on the sidewalk. Heaven forbid that you forsaken the image that your little sister has worked so hard to build for your family. So you put on this nice guy act for her because you know that no matter what, at the end of the day, when it comes to stepping in this ring it doesn’t matter what kind of person you really are or cover up. You can still go with the best of them.
Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the man that you REALLY are though, even if everyone might look past it because they LOVE to cater to your every need! Don’t forget that you used to come out to the same ring I stand in and demoralize everyone opponent that you ran though in your title reign. Don’t forget that you used to talk as much shit as I do! I know the real you and I won’t forget it, because I’ve been trying to pull that same man out for over a month now. That’s the Chandler Scott I wanted, not this wannabe Johnny Karma bullshit.
I noticed that your backbone slowly slid out of your asshole whenever I approached you on that first Vertigo. I was inches away from your face and you had the chance to open up to tell me everything that was on your mind after a year of me provoking you the best I could. All that time. The wait… You refused to open the flood gates no matter how hard I tried to bite your neck off.
That doesn’t make you a better person. That makes you a pussy.
You could’ve said something that would’ve actually got into my head. Instead, you think putting a face on a shirt, and adding some witty saying, then calling your own, is putting up a fight against me. You’re right… it was at this moment that I realized you HAVE changed, and not for the better.
It’s funny. Last December you hated me because of the person I was… I hated you because the person you were. Look at us now. We’re exactly the same person that we hated! HA! Funny how these things go sometimes. Isn’t it?
Don’t worry Chandler… Emily will love you all the same, no matter how much of a glorious bastard you really are. She loved you and wiped your ass with baby wipes for so long whenever you were that guy, no need to really let that settle in the back of your mind. Savannah Taylor will still think you’re the most amazing person she has ever met. When I beat you at Retribution, you’re going to regret ever holding back on me from the beginning, because I don’t give a shit what you say…
I’m the one in your head now, along with all those other things that you’re afraid of happening.
But your dad would be so proud of you while he’s watching down on his son from heaven. The little boy that he raised has finally grown up to be the man that he has always wanted to see him become. He’s looking down at you with a smile on his face whenever he seen you change over a new leaf, but you want to know a secret?
Your dead father isn’t going to win matches for you, just like mine isn’t.
They spent their entire lives making us into the men that everyone looks at from the outside, and for what? So we could make them proud and become upstanding citizens of this country? Hardly. Your father’s death made you weak. My father’s death made me stronger. I didn’t have to blame myself and change my whole persona because I lost someone I loved, because my father never wanted to see me be accomplished at anything. He prepared me more for the real world better than anyone else I know. Yours spoiled the hell out of you and made you think you’re entitled to anything you want. Your father made you feel like you could do whatever you set your mind to, but every parent tells their children that bullshit instead of hitting them with the truth.
What your father didn’t warn you about was men like me.
He didn’t tell you that no matter how hard you work your ass off to achieve the impossible, there will always be that one guy you have to fight off your entire life. He hand fed you, just like the rest of this company, into believing that there’s nothing better in life than seeing his little boy make the climb to the top. In his own fear, he didn’t inform you that happy endings don’t always happen. No father wants to be the one to tell their son that even with all the hard work in the world, you can still fail.
And your father is a piece of shit for that.
You know this story all too well. You’ve lived it. The world class athlete pleases the fans by pulling out a win in the Gold Rush Rumble or the Lions Cup… only to be stopped at their chance of capturing FGA’S GRANDEST PRIZE! I’m going to send you home with the feeling that you’ve sent so many others home with before. There’s going to be that knot in your stomach that maybe you miscalculated the RETURN OF CHANDLER SCOTT oh so very wrong. I’m going to make you regret that you got me instead of secretly wanting Johnny Cannon or Tony Carmine to walk away with this belt at Above and Beyond V. In the back of your mind, you know that it’s possible to pick up a win against them. To have the moment you’ve been waiting for since December. Me? I’ve already planted the seeds that your best might still not be good enough.
Maybe if you were a little more focused on who you were going up against in the first place… maybe if your selective memory didn’t forget what happened to you at Final Frontier… just maybe this might all be a little more different. I see you for the threat you’ve always been, because if I do walk out of Retribution with the win? Everyone and their mother is going to know about it. Not only do I say whatever I want, but I back it up as well. You will NEVER hear the end of it, just like last time, until you’re sick to your stomach and fed up it… then maybe next time around you won’t hold back on me.
We all fully know this company won’t put you at the back of list. You’re too good for that. Chandler in the main event spikes revenue and ratings. Why would FGA ever want to take a dip in either of those? Zero McHannon versus Chandler Scott put ALL EYES on this company and what’s good for business… will stay. Most people have to climb the ladder, you just have to climb the stepping stool. Let your hair grow back out, wave it around some, flex your muscles… you’ll get another shot. Next time you’ll hope that it isn’t against me whenever I shut up you and everyone who has ever doubted me. You’re good at cutting line and getting things that you don’t really deserve in the first place, another shot at the title is nothing for you.
I’ve had to EARN and FIGHT for everything I’ve ever had in life. I’ve been doing that for TEN MONTHS! My ten month moment on top wasn’t like your ten month moment on top, Chandler. You breezed through the competition until, one day, a man finally showed up to this company and stopped all of that. When I got my chance I’ve literally had to put my best foot forward EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TIME! I’ve went through all the bad times and all the good times…
And yet, I’m still standing. Holding the FGA World Championship. Looking down from the clouds at you and everyone else who said I couldn’t do it. The people who still say that I won’t amount to anything besides being a ‘paper champion’. Just a guy who was a placeholder for keeping the world championship warm until Chandler Scott got back into the ring and decided to kick it up an extra notch.
I’ve always been on borrowed time, they say.
But I can’t help but think… what if I wasn’t? Instead of being on borrowed time, what if I was really on my time? My time didn’t need to look like a replica of Chandler Scotts title reign, I made it into a piece of my own whenever I became a three time FGA World Champion. I forged my image of being the man that everyone hates to talk about, because it makes them nauseous to even think that I did everything they couldn’t do. They’ve been trying for YEARS to get their ONE chance at holding the biggest prize in this business, and instead they had to watch Zero McHannon FIGHT LIKE A MOTHER FUCKER to be everything they wanted to… three times.
That’s what I look at whenever I think about what kind of journey it took to be that guy walking into the main event of Retribution against Chandler Scott. This time I’m the one with the FGA World Championship on my shoulder instead of him.
The more I think about it… everyone might think there’s something wrong with wanting to be me… but what’s so wrong with it? I fought against real odds. I’ve pulled out what was seemingly impossible every single time. All those rough times? They made me tougher for the good times. I’ve never defended a world championship because it’s the chase that really satisfies my thirst, instead of twitter bitches, but when is it finally time to accomplish a better milestone for myself to defend a world title against anyone else other than Chandler Scott?
And I’m going to laugh whenever my FGA career comes full circle. The man who I defeated for my first FGA World Championship… being the man that helps me reach my goal of actually defending it.
Sounds bittersweet, right?
There’s sooooooo many people who have been Chandler’s personal bitch for years in this company. This time around they get to see him become mine. Ask about me. I pay good money for my bitches.
Since you’re obsessed with using my sayings and my personality lately, I’m going to take a little page out of your book for this one. It’s time to face it… when you went down with the injury, you were replaced.
By the new… DNA. Of. FGA.
You can be my sidekick now. The Charismatic Chromosome.”
But is this really the man that we all used to know? I thought I knew the answer to that one, but it seems that Chandler is worst than me when it comes to ‘finding himself’. It’s amazing what can be accomplished from searching for who you really are, whether it be in Morocco or on your couch cushion.
We all seen the real man whenever he was going up against Jimmy Page. People were soooo excited for the return of the KING of FGA… It had been months since they’ve had their full feeling of Chandler and they let their appreciation be heard. Everyone else started to see a changed man, but do you know what I seen?
Same shit, different day.
The fans and everyone else were so excited for Chandler’s return that they looked past the man almost murdering someone after his match. When Scott brought down those steel steps on Jimmy Pages, I thought to myself… ‘that’s the man I know’. Oh, and the fans ate it up. Didn’t they? They let their hype to see you back in the ring cloud their judgement on your decision making, once again. To me, that was the point I was waiting for… to see whether Chandler was still the same person that he has always been, or someone else entirely. You didn’t let me down.
You had the choice right in front of you. To be the better person, or be the rabid animal that I know you really are. You chose to be that animal whenever you didn’t walk away. You weren’t any better than me, no matter who was cheering or who was appalled by what they seen.
But after that defining moment, who did Chandler really become?
I don’t know. Hell, he didn’t even know. I watched for months as he tested the waters of who he really wanted to portray. At first it looked like he wanted to be Andreas Lasiewicz with the ‘.......’ moments he’d pop up with from time to time. Then when I started to watch his videos I thought he wanted to be the old ME. In the end, we were all disappointed when he chose to be more like his little sister, Emily Carter. Here I thought the younger siblings were supposed to look up to the older ones, but this is probably why I didn’t have brothers or sisters growing up to know how those things work.
Chandler is scared…
Of what, you might ask? I’m not sure. It’s either becoming ME, the man that he’ll see before him at Retribution… the fans, maybe? Maybe he’s afraid of speaking what’s really on his mind in fear that he’ll hurt someone’s feelings or offend them… Maybe it’s because he knows that his lovely little sister will be tuning into every episode to watch her big brother make an ass of himself. He has seen me be the way I am for months now and the fallout that comes with it from the general public, then decided from that moment forward that he wanted to be ‘better than that’.
The same damn thing I told myself whenever I returned from Morocco, and I have a little advice for Chandler from someone who has been through that shit a long time ago. You can try to avoid having the fans and everyone turn on you… but when it happens, there isn’t a damn thing you’ll do to stop it. You’re so afraid of stepping through those curtains on a regular episode of Vertigo, and instead of hearing cheers… they hate you. All this hard work you’ve put in on winning them over and having them warm up to this new you…
Gone.
But that can’t be it. Can it? Chandler didn’t give a shit about the fans for HOW LONG? This isn’t about them, it’s about Emily. It has always been about Emily. That’s the reason you nearly turned Jimmy Page into a cooked egg on the sidewalk. Heaven forbid that you forsaken the image that your little sister has worked so hard to build for your family. So you put on this nice guy act for her because you know that no matter what, at the end of the day, when it comes to stepping in this ring it doesn’t matter what kind of person you really are or cover up. You can still go with the best of them.
Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the man that you REALLY are though, even if everyone might look past it because they LOVE to cater to your every need! Don’t forget that you used to come out to the same ring I stand in and demoralize everyone opponent that you ran though in your title reign. Don’t forget that you used to talk as much shit as I do! I know the real you and I won’t forget it, because I’ve been trying to pull that same man out for over a month now. That’s the Chandler Scott I wanted, not this wannabe Johnny Karma bullshit.
I noticed that your backbone slowly slid out of your asshole whenever I approached you on that first Vertigo. I was inches away from your face and you had the chance to open up to tell me everything that was on your mind after a year of me provoking you the best I could. All that time. The wait… You refused to open the flood gates no matter how hard I tried to bite your neck off.
That doesn’t make you a better person. That makes you a pussy.
You could’ve said something that would’ve actually got into my head. Instead, you think putting a face on a shirt, and adding some witty saying, then calling your own, is putting up a fight against me. You’re right… it was at this moment that I realized you HAVE changed, and not for the better.
It’s funny. Last December you hated me because of the person I was… I hated you because the person you were. Look at us now. We’re exactly the same person that we hated! HA! Funny how these things go sometimes. Isn’t it?
Don’t worry Chandler… Emily will love you all the same, no matter how much of a glorious bastard you really are. She loved you and wiped your ass with baby wipes for so long whenever you were that guy, no need to really let that settle in the back of your mind. Savannah Taylor will still think you’re the most amazing person she has ever met. When I beat you at Retribution, you’re going to regret ever holding back on me from the beginning, because I don’t give a shit what you say…
I’m the one in your head now, along with all those other things that you’re afraid of happening.
But your dad would be so proud of you while he’s watching down on his son from heaven. The little boy that he raised has finally grown up to be the man that he has always wanted to see him become. He’s looking down at you with a smile on his face whenever he seen you change over a new leaf, but you want to know a secret?
Your dead father isn’t going to win matches for you, just like mine isn’t.
They spent their entire lives making us into the men that everyone looks at from the outside, and for what? So we could make them proud and become upstanding citizens of this country? Hardly. Your father’s death made you weak. My father’s death made me stronger. I didn’t have to blame myself and change my whole persona because I lost someone I loved, because my father never wanted to see me be accomplished at anything. He prepared me more for the real world better than anyone else I know. Yours spoiled the hell out of you and made you think you’re entitled to anything you want. Your father made you feel like you could do whatever you set your mind to, but every parent tells their children that bullshit instead of hitting them with the truth.
What your father didn’t warn you about was men like me.
He didn’t tell you that no matter how hard you work your ass off to achieve the impossible, there will always be that one guy you have to fight off your entire life. He hand fed you, just like the rest of this company, into believing that there’s nothing better in life than seeing his little boy make the climb to the top. In his own fear, he didn’t inform you that happy endings don’t always happen. No father wants to be the one to tell their son that even with all the hard work in the world, you can still fail.
And your father is a piece of shit for that.
You know this story all too well. You’ve lived it. The world class athlete pleases the fans by pulling out a win in the Gold Rush Rumble or the Lions Cup… only to be stopped at their chance of capturing FGA’S GRANDEST PRIZE! I’m going to send you home with the feeling that you’ve sent so many others home with before. There’s going to be that knot in your stomach that maybe you miscalculated the RETURN OF CHANDLER SCOTT oh so very wrong. I’m going to make you regret that you got me instead of secretly wanting Johnny Cannon or Tony Carmine to walk away with this belt at Above and Beyond V. In the back of your mind, you know that it’s possible to pick up a win against them. To have the moment you’ve been waiting for since December. Me? I’ve already planted the seeds that your best might still not be good enough.
Maybe if you were a little more focused on who you were going up against in the first place… maybe if your selective memory didn’t forget what happened to you at Final Frontier… just maybe this might all be a little more different. I see you for the threat you’ve always been, because if I do walk out of Retribution with the win? Everyone and their mother is going to know about it. Not only do I say whatever I want, but I back it up as well. You will NEVER hear the end of it, just like last time, until you’re sick to your stomach and fed up it… then maybe next time around you won’t hold back on me.
We all fully know this company won’t put you at the back of list. You’re too good for that. Chandler in the main event spikes revenue and ratings. Why would FGA ever want to take a dip in either of those? Zero McHannon versus Chandler Scott put ALL EYES on this company and what’s good for business… will stay. Most people have to climb the ladder, you just have to climb the stepping stool. Let your hair grow back out, wave it around some, flex your muscles… you’ll get another shot. Next time you’ll hope that it isn’t against me whenever I shut up you and everyone who has ever doubted me. You’re good at cutting line and getting things that you don’t really deserve in the first place, another shot at the title is nothing for you.
I’ve had to EARN and FIGHT for everything I’ve ever had in life. I’ve been doing that for TEN MONTHS! My ten month moment on top wasn’t like your ten month moment on top, Chandler. You breezed through the competition until, one day, a man finally showed up to this company and stopped all of that. When I got my chance I’ve literally had to put my best foot forward EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TIME! I’ve went through all the bad times and all the good times…
And yet, I’m still standing. Holding the FGA World Championship. Looking down from the clouds at you and everyone else who said I couldn’t do it. The people who still say that I won’t amount to anything besides being a ‘paper champion’. Just a guy who was a placeholder for keeping the world championship warm until Chandler Scott got back into the ring and decided to kick it up an extra notch.
I’ve always been on borrowed time, they say.
But I can’t help but think… what if I wasn’t? Instead of being on borrowed time, what if I was really on my time? My time didn’t need to look like a replica of Chandler Scotts title reign, I made it into a piece of my own whenever I became a three time FGA World Champion. I forged my image of being the man that everyone hates to talk about, because it makes them nauseous to even think that I did everything they couldn’t do. They’ve been trying for YEARS to get their ONE chance at holding the biggest prize in this business, and instead they had to watch Zero McHannon FIGHT LIKE A MOTHER FUCKER to be everything they wanted to… three times.
That’s what I look at whenever I think about what kind of journey it took to be that guy walking into the main event of Retribution against Chandler Scott. This time I’m the one with the FGA World Championship on my shoulder instead of him.
The more I think about it… everyone might think there’s something wrong with wanting to be me… but what’s so wrong with it? I fought against real odds. I’ve pulled out what was seemingly impossible every single time. All those rough times? They made me tougher for the good times. I’ve never defended a world championship because it’s the chase that really satisfies my thirst, instead of twitter bitches, but when is it finally time to accomplish a better milestone for myself to defend a world title against anyone else other than Chandler Scott?
And I’m going to laugh whenever my FGA career comes full circle. The man who I defeated for my first FGA World Championship… being the man that helps me reach my goal of actually defending it.
Sounds bittersweet, right?
There’s sooooooo many people who have been Chandler’s personal bitch for years in this company. This time around they get to see him become mine. Ask about me. I pay good money for my bitches.
Since you’re obsessed with using my sayings and my personality lately, I’m going to take a little page out of your book for this one. It’s time to face it… when you went down with the injury, you were replaced.
By the new… DNA. Of. FGA.
You can be my sidekick now. The Charismatic Chromosome.”
