Post by GC on Sept 30, 2019 21:33:32 GMT -5
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Headline: Go away, Past, you're drunk...
Poster: Graham Clauson
Timestamp: September 30, 2019 - 9:17 PM EST
Headline: Go away, Past, you're drunk...
Poster: Graham Clauson
Timestamp: September 30, 2019 - 9:17 PM EST
Huh... I guess obstacles always seem to place themselves right in my direct path. No bother. Adversity in this business is something I've built myself upon.
The booking committee must have finally taken me seriously and thinks that they're going to shake me by partnering me with their Television Champion. I get it, she's got a ducat. But although she is a Champion, her sole existence in Trinity Wrestling is like looking at my past in the rear-view mirror. Instead of driving away from it, it has decided to shift into Drive and follow me since I returned to professional wrestling.
It took a long time for me to come back after Jeremy passed. A few days before he passed, he made me promise him that I would step away from professional wrestling and deal with all of the problems I kept bottled up for a while. Jeremy watched me not deal with the death of our friend Darren Hughes, my own mother, and my divorce before he began to fall apart himself. He made me promise that I would go deal with all of the grief I kept bottled up for several years, especially since he knew that his looming death would also compound it all. He didn't want me to not deal with things, or deal with things the wrong way, like he felt he did for so many years...
But, he did tell me to come back and take what is mine. He told me to come back and kill the doubts that had been circling around when he started going downhill about if I could survive, let alone thrive, without him in this business. And if any of you have been paying attention, that is exactly what I've been doing.
And that's why Trinity has chosen it is best for me to not have to beat just Lex Collins for my shot at the World Championship. I now have to face the former World Champion who finally has chosen to utilize his rematch clause, and my opponent from last week, to also contend with. They realized that my demands for actually competition weren't just talk. They finally realized that my words about taking those ducats off everyone wasn't just some newcomer proclaiming their desired spot in the pecking order.
They knew my words were credible and came with references.
Got to give some credit to Abbi. To be honest, though, she really needs to brush up on her insults. She proved that she could actually hang with me in the ring, but the only place you could've gone with me was food? If after all of the devastation I left before you stepped up and actually put some stank on your hits like I have been begging for... A lobster?
Fine, I'll let you have that one. Why? Simple: Lobsters have claws, and I'm going to be pulling that ducat off Lex's waist like the Claw game. That will come later, Abbi. You can keep your Princess Points, for now, and I'll save some of my venom for you at Bad Moon Rising.
But Madwoman, admittedly, has impressed me somewhat. She took a damn monitor to the head, and actually defended her title. And not to take away from her that she is the first champion in the history of Trinity Wrestling to have a successful title defense. No, seriously, that's an accolade in it's own right. That in itself doesn't mean that she should be the one headlining the show each week, though...
No. Not even in a Tag Team match with me.
Madwoman Szalinski is one hell of a competitor. But as she makes a name for herself, she does it on the memory of my best friend. She claims to be "honoring" her supposed brother, and we're not even talking kayfabe here. Fuck it, let's peel back that curtain and get to real talk...
The woman behind that mask, whatever her name may be, claims that she is blood to him. Anyone who has dug deep enough into the culture of Lucha Libre knows that luchadores that compete while masked always appear in public wearing their mask. You can spout off at the mouth about Lucha Jesus, and keep your identity hidden all you wish, but that doesn't change the bottom-line fact: You're an affront to his memory. "Madwoman Szalinski" is not Cundiff blood, and she's sure as hell not my blood. Sure as hell not his ex-wife's, either...
And let's get even deeper into the fraud. You were never intended to be Madwoman Szalinski. Jeremy had already selected his successor in Molly Cyrus. Yeah, the Miley Cyrus parody chick who twerked a few weeks ago on video for a bit was supposed to be what you claim to be.
You were never supposed to be Madwoman because you weren't there for the rapid decline. You weren't there to watch your "brother" wither away into a husk because he decided it was better to let the cancer eat him up from the inside than get treatment. You didn't have to be there because you weren't supposed to be there. Why? Because you're not family.
But, that's okay. Now I really get to see the con up-close. I'll get to see every little wince you make, every little movement... See if those steps of yours even come remotely close to matching the man you claim to be relation to. All with my own two eyes.
Don't get things twisted, though. I have yet to lose a match in Trinity Wrestling, and I'm sure as hell not going to let you become a roadblock to keeping that undefeated streak alive as long as I can. I didn't come back to this business with the vigor I've had just to let a time-limit draw and you get in my way of snatching that World Championship for myself and becoming the true face of this company. Especially when we got put up against the former World Champion and his new, rather large, friend in Pasha.
With Thomas being one of my opponents at Bad Moon Rising, this actually gives me an opportunity to scout him up-close and personal. So, if getting a chance to see what he's all about in the ring means I have to play nice and actually work with you as a team? Gucci. I'll play ball, Madwoman.
If you didn't comprehend that: Yes, you'll have a partner in your corner who will actually have your back during the match.
And in case you're in the back row and need me to repeat it, Madwoman: I WILL WORK WITH YOU FOR THIS MATCH, EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE A BOLD-FACED, LYING CUNT.
If there is anything in my career that anyone can ever point back to in my career, they know that they can take me at my word when I say I will go out to the ring and turn the ring into an outright war zone with whomever is in my corner. I could want you to die in the next five seconds of whatever diseases that you may have picked up facing Addy last week, but I'll still have your back in the corner. I'll be a good "Uncle" and be a team player with my "niece". I mean, it only makes sense against "Daddy and Son" at the opposite side of the ring. Just make sure to de-louse your ring gear and that belt before you come to the arena. Twice.
Also, don't let Pasha hug you. I made that mistake when I first ran into him backstage and didn't know him that well yet. Pasha may like the smell of patchouli and ass that hovers over him, but that scent haunts me to this day, and I'm sure that Thomas's dad will think he's been cheating on him again if he comes home smelling like that...
Oh crap, before I forget: You may want to update your policies to make sure that Laurel is in charge of everything. Between what Thomas and Pasha may do to you during the match, I'm not going to guarantee your safety in regards to me afterwards. If anything, you'll be lucky if I don't disgrace you in front of Lucha Jesus and rip that mask right off of your face after we get that W.