Chandler Reigns Supreme
Nov 11, 2016 1:52:50 GMT -5
Post by Strike on Nov 11, 2016 1:52:50 GMT -5
((OOC NOTE: My sincerest apologies for not making deadline due to personal circumstances...that said, too much respect for Bryce to not post something altogether, so here is what was on my laptop once I finally managed to make it home. Enjoy))
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Chandler Reigns Supreme.
Or so the saying goes.
For over five years, it seems that is about all that this entire place ever echoed out in cue. That no matter how many people come and go through these doors, those three very simple words are echoed when it comes to the very first thing that anyone who steps foot into Frontier Grappling Arts should know:
Chandler Reigns Supreme.
Be it from the man who once beat men such as Blaine Harrison, Jimmy Page and Kevin Hardaway within an inch of their lives for two FGA World Championships and a FGA Pride Championship reign, be it the matches that wrestling publications rave about on a yearly basis or be it just the fact that they like to plaster your face on everything and anything regarding this company. For in FGA, you are without a doubt, the guy who is synonymous with this brand, the one who is here just about every single week he can be...you are its franchise player, its golden goose and once again, it’s further proof of the simple reality that we face as FGA reaches its fifth anniversary.
Chandler Reigns Supreme.
Unless, of course, it’s involving Zero McHannon and FGA World Championship matches. But for now, I digress. We’ll get to that one in due time.
Because when it comes to FGA, when it comes to the mere representation of this company...where the in-ring talent shines but the personalities that run amok here are...for a majority, the basic equivalent to fuckboys who act like divas at any given turn - again, your current World champion comes to mind - to overzealous egomaniacs who are way in over their own heads. I can count on one hand the amount of people who are here that could actually be considered on the decent spectrum of things and Chandler Scott, you are most certainly not among them.
Because even as the Ace of this company, even as its franchise player and most noticeable, punchable face...you are its representative in every way. And to me, you represent something that deserves to be met head-on and knocked the fuck out. See, most people right now who watch these shows are more than happy to cheer your very name and say those three lovely little words that echo over and over again every time someone even speaks of FGA.
Chandler Reigns Supreme.
But I remember, Chandler Scott. I remember the douchebag who waltzed into EXODUS Pro as if he were nothing more than God’s gift to professional wrestling, with Jonathan Collins and Andreas Lasiewicz jerking him off every single step of the way. Now, unlike others? I’d heard the name before. I’d known of Mr. FGA for a few years, back when the APW’s, TFWF’s and SCW’s of the world where in their prime and forming that entire Experts banner that was all the rage for two years. But what I remembered also was the fact that the office was more than happy to put Chandler Scott and his primadonna little ego - Harvard Hammers and all - above a majority of the people in that locker room who worked their way to even get a sniff at showtime, let alone a championship belt. Remember the San Diego Bay title, Chandler? The one that you held for a cup of coffee and then just abruptly dropped at a moment’s notice when somebody like Black Jones showed you up right before you abruptly vanished from the Bay itself the moment Kevin Hardaway stepped foot through the door?
But hey…Chandler Reigns Supreme, right?
See, that shit wasn’t particularly uncommon. Fifteen years in the industry, you see plenty of guys who were a big deal in one place try to make strides in a completely different circle and fall short, only to return to familiar territory. You weren’t the first one and you certainly won’t be the last. But for somebody like me, who had to not only go through the steps one-by-one but also have to basically fight at the forefront of war after fucking war just to earn my keep there...seeing somebody who didn’t give a shit about the company or its current state of affairs was a slap right in the face. Add that to just how much of an insufferable prick you are as a person and well, it shouldn’t have rubbed me the wrong way. I’ve seen types like you all over the world.
But it did, Chandler Scott.
Chandler Reigns Supreme, after all. And so does your fucking arrogance.
The fact that the two of us were neck-in-neck in wrestling publications all over the world in 2015 for Wrestler of the Year wasn’t just some coincidence. If there’s one thing I know about you is that even for an asshole, you’re extremely good at your job when you step through those ropes. Nobody can take that away from you. But that said, you weren’t the one making your way through two companies and conquering their World championships at the same time. You were just here, playing it safe and taking about every little cheap shot you could possibly sneak at San Diego and EXODUS in your own shores while I went through hell and back to conquer the world. Your blatant disrespect towards me and the company I nearly fucking died to try and keep alive along with the rest of these fucking charlatans in this company was about the tipping point here. And yet, even after all of that, people were still more than happy to chant these same three fucking words:
Chandler Reigns Supreme!
So yeah, I have said the things I have said about you. You know what they are. Neither of us need to really play telephone to get to the heart of the matter here. I don’t respect you. You sure as fuck don’t respect me. But the fact is, I was skeptical of Frontier Grappling Arts. Skeptical of its business practices, skeptical of the pieces of shit that it houses for a wrestling roster and outright doubtful that I would even so much as get a fair shot at their golden boy back then without some sort of bullshit involved. And of course, I already knew that your bitch ass wouldn’t DARE go anywhere else in the globe to take me on if you’d been called out on it. After all, why leave your neat little home field advantage when you can squeeze it for everything it can give you, right? It’s how you eventually got all of these people on your side, after coming back in dramatic fashion after basically letting Emily Carter take the absolute beating of her life at the hands of Jimmy Page, am I right?
Typical, really. Let everything else happen and react to it once it’s done. Must have been something else when you got the news that you’d be fighting me at FGA’s Fifth Anniversary, even more so after Zero McHannon made you his bitch and left with the championship that you were destined to win back according to so fucking many people across this industry.
You failed your company.
You failed your fans.
You failed yourself.
But hey, Chandler Reigns Supreme, right?
...Not on this night…
Because I’m here, Chandler Scott. I am here in your fucking home, stepping to you like a man. Something that I know you wouldn’t have the courtesy to do me if the roles were reversed. See, I walk in here...win or loss, it matters not. Because I know that I am going up against one of the world’s best, even if he degrades himself to basically being the glorified mascot of a company that just let its World champion walk off on them and go defend this company’s championship in an HKW Pay-Per-View without any semblance of permission or sanction. A company that instead of putting Zero McHannon through litigation hell and making sure he cannot fucking wrestle until that FGA World Championship is back in your hands settles for just making a new “World” title and backhands their own roster, telling them to go fight for something that is secondary in nature.
That’s what you represent, Chandler Scott. That’s what you honor when you go up against me and try to make this about “FGA vs. The World” or something equally as corny, given you’ve just about used all your good material from 2012 to 2015. The moment I walk inside that ring, step through those ropes and look you right in the eye, like it or not...I’ve already won.
Because I had the balls to step out of my world and into yours to fight the very best in it while you couldn’t even last six months in my world against pencil pushers once upon a time.
It’s plain and simple, boy...at FGA’s Fifth Anniversary, I am going to beat some fucking respect into you.
You are going to hate me by the time this is all over. There will not be any semblance of sportsmanship whatsoever, because you don’t fucking deserve that from me. Not now, not ever. But by the time this is all over, you are going to respect the name of Chris Strike as I beat it into you. And make no mistake whatsoever, Chandler Scott: I am going to beat the living shit out of you.
That is not a bold claim or useless bravado...it will be fact come Saturday night.
Once it’s all over, regardless of the result...don’t worry your douchey little head over the small details. After all, you will still continue to be FGA’s golden boy.
It will still be Chandler Reigns Supreme in FGA after it’s all over.
...But the world is going to know what happens when Chandler Scott steps into Chris Strike’s World at FGA’s Fifth Anniversary…and Chandler Scott isn’t going to have any choice but to respect Chris Strike by the time it’s all over.
...There isn’t a damned thing that you can do about that, Chandler.
Not. A. Goddamned. Thing.
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Chandler Reigns Supreme.
Or so the saying goes.
For over five years, it seems that is about all that this entire place ever echoed out in cue. That no matter how many people come and go through these doors, those three very simple words are echoed when it comes to the very first thing that anyone who steps foot into Frontier Grappling Arts should know:
Chandler Reigns Supreme.
Be it from the man who once beat men such as Blaine Harrison, Jimmy Page and Kevin Hardaway within an inch of their lives for two FGA World Championships and a FGA Pride Championship reign, be it the matches that wrestling publications rave about on a yearly basis or be it just the fact that they like to plaster your face on everything and anything regarding this company. For in FGA, you are without a doubt, the guy who is synonymous with this brand, the one who is here just about every single week he can be...you are its franchise player, its golden goose and once again, it’s further proof of the simple reality that we face as FGA reaches its fifth anniversary.
Chandler Reigns Supreme.
Unless, of course, it’s involving Zero McHannon and FGA World Championship matches. But for now, I digress. We’ll get to that one in due time.
Because when it comes to FGA, when it comes to the mere representation of this company...where the in-ring talent shines but the personalities that run amok here are...for a majority, the basic equivalent to fuckboys who act like divas at any given turn - again, your current World champion comes to mind - to overzealous egomaniacs who are way in over their own heads. I can count on one hand the amount of people who are here that could actually be considered on the decent spectrum of things and Chandler Scott, you are most certainly not among them.
Because even as the Ace of this company, even as its franchise player and most noticeable, punchable face...you are its representative in every way. And to me, you represent something that deserves to be met head-on and knocked the fuck out. See, most people right now who watch these shows are more than happy to cheer your very name and say those three lovely little words that echo over and over again every time someone even speaks of FGA.
Chandler Reigns Supreme.
But I remember, Chandler Scott. I remember the douchebag who waltzed into EXODUS Pro as if he were nothing more than God’s gift to professional wrestling, with Jonathan Collins and Andreas Lasiewicz jerking him off every single step of the way. Now, unlike others? I’d heard the name before. I’d known of Mr. FGA for a few years, back when the APW’s, TFWF’s and SCW’s of the world where in their prime and forming that entire Experts banner that was all the rage for two years. But what I remembered also was the fact that the office was more than happy to put Chandler Scott and his primadonna little ego - Harvard Hammers and all - above a majority of the people in that locker room who worked their way to even get a sniff at showtime, let alone a championship belt. Remember the San Diego Bay title, Chandler? The one that you held for a cup of coffee and then just abruptly dropped at a moment’s notice when somebody like Black Jones showed you up right before you abruptly vanished from the Bay itself the moment Kevin Hardaway stepped foot through the door?
But hey…Chandler Reigns Supreme, right?
See, that shit wasn’t particularly uncommon. Fifteen years in the industry, you see plenty of guys who were a big deal in one place try to make strides in a completely different circle and fall short, only to return to familiar territory. You weren’t the first one and you certainly won’t be the last. But for somebody like me, who had to not only go through the steps one-by-one but also have to basically fight at the forefront of war after fucking war just to earn my keep there...seeing somebody who didn’t give a shit about the company or its current state of affairs was a slap right in the face. Add that to just how much of an insufferable prick you are as a person and well, it shouldn’t have rubbed me the wrong way. I’ve seen types like you all over the world.
But it did, Chandler Scott.
Chandler Reigns Supreme, after all. And so does your fucking arrogance.
The fact that the two of us were neck-in-neck in wrestling publications all over the world in 2015 for Wrestler of the Year wasn’t just some coincidence. If there’s one thing I know about you is that even for an asshole, you’re extremely good at your job when you step through those ropes. Nobody can take that away from you. But that said, you weren’t the one making your way through two companies and conquering their World championships at the same time. You were just here, playing it safe and taking about every little cheap shot you could possibly sneak at San Diego and EXODUS in your own shores while I went through hell and back to conquer the world. Your blatant disrespect towards me and the company I nearly fucking died to try and keep alive along with the rest of these fucking charlatans in this company was about the tipping point here. And yet, even after all of that, people were still more than happy to chant these same three fucking words:
Chandler Reigns Supreme!
So yeah, I have said the things I have said about you. You know what they are. Neither of us need to really play telephone to get to the heart of the matter here. I don’t respect you. You sure as fuck don’t respect me. But the fact is, I was skeptical of Frontier Grappling Arts. Skeptical of its business practices, skeptical of the pieces of shit that it houses for a wrestling roster and outright doubtful that I would even so much as get a fair shot at their golden boy back then without some sort of bullshit involved. And of course, I already knew that your bitch ass wouldn’t DARE go anywhere else in the globe to take me on if you’d been called out on it. After all, why leave your neat little home field advantage when you can squeeze it for everything it can give you, right? It’s how you eventually got all of these people on your side, after coming back in dramatic fashion after basically letting Emily Carter take the absolute beating of her life at the hands of Jimmy Page, am I right?
Typical, really. Let everything else happen and react to it once it’s done. Must have been something else when you got the news that you’d be fighting me at FGA’s Fifth Anniversary, even more so after Zero McHannon made you his bitch and left with the championship that you were destined to win back according to so fucking many people across this industry.
You failed your company.
You failed your fans.
You failed yourself.
But hey, Chandler Reigns Supreme, right?
...Not on this night…
Because I’m here, Chandler Scott. I am here in your fucking home, stepping to you like a man. Something that I know you wouldn’t have the courtesy to do me if the roles were reversed. See, I walk in here...win or loss, it matters not. Because I know that I am going up against one of the world’s best, even if he degrades himself to basically being the glorified mascot of a company that just let its World champion walk off on them and go defend this company’s championship in an HKW Pay-Per-View without any semblance of permission or sanction. A company that instead of putting Zero McHannon through litigation hell and making sure he cannot fucking wrestle until that FGA World Championship is back in your hands settles for just making a new “World” title and backhands their own roster, telling them to go fight for something that is secondary in nature.
That’s what you represent, Chandler Scott. That’s what you honor when you go up against me and try to make this about “FGA vs. The World” or something equally as corny, given you’ve just about used all your good material from 2012 to 2015. The moment I walk inside that ring, step through those ropes and look you right in the eye, like it or not...I’ve already won.
Because I had the balls to step out of my world and into yours to fight the very best in it while you couldn’t even last six months in my world against pencil pushers once upon a time.
It’s plain and simple, boy...at FGA’s Fifth Anniversary, I am going to beat some fucking respect into you.
You are going to hate me by the time this is all over. There will not be any semblance of sportsmanship whatsoever, because you don’t fucking deserve that from me. Not now, not ever. But by the time this is all over, you are going to respect the name of Chris Strike as I beat it into you. And make no mistake whatsoever, Chandler Scott: I am going to beat the living shit out of you.
That is not a bold claim or useless bravado...it will be fact come Saturday night.
Once it’s all over, regardless of the result...don’t worry your douchey little head over the small details. After all, you will still continue to be FGA’s golden boy.
It will still be Chandler Reigns Supreme in FGA after it’s all over.
...But the world is going to know what happens when Chandler Scott steps into Chris Strike’s World at FGA’s Fifth Anniversary…and Chandler Scott isn’t going to have any choice but to respect Chris Strike by the time it’s all over.
...There isn’t a damned thing that you can do about that, Chandler.
Not. A. Goddamned. Thing.