Post by aleisterdavison on Jun 12, 2020 17:57:59 GMT -5
When you're a champion. When you're the best in the industry, people are going to come after you. They're going to want to prove you WRONG and humble you. Or at least, that's what they say. First Sahara and then Dark Tiger. Two people who believe they can step between those ropes against me. Two who believe that they lay claim to my title.
Unfortunately for them, just saying you are something doesn't make it so. You still need to go out there and PROVE you're right. You still need to back those words up, just like I do each and every week I step between those ropes. Even if the fans want to keep their eyes closed and remain willfully blind, that's their choice.
Just don't cry to me when your supposed "heroes" expose themselves. Their true colors as being nothing more than fraudulent because I warned you. I told you that they were all frauds, trying to pretend that they held any water in the argument of superiority when they don't. Never did hold any weight. Never will hold any weight. Even if they want to convince you that they did due to their own ignorance.
Their own failure to see the reality that stands before their very eyes. Even if it were to slap them across the face. That's their choice though. I'm just here to ensure that they realize their truth is nothing more than a fantasy. A fairytale and that in the real world, it holds no weight. Just like them.
SCENE ONE.
I sit atop a charcoal leather couch attired in a plain black t-shirt, denim jeans and slate white Nike sneakers with wine red shoelaces, within the office of my long-time agent and consultant, Cassandra. Waiting for her to finish up the conference call she is having in the next room with one of her other clients. No, I don't know which client it is. Nor is it my business to know what she does when she's not meeting with or talking to me.
Glancing around, I smile at the four posters of me she had up on the wall, each depicting a component of my career to date, though the smile becomes a slight frown when I see the NWL depiction.
A stint that I can admit, has been the weakest portion of my career. The only one, where I didn't lay claim to a championship belt. A portrait that will soon be replaced by me within an OPW ring soon enough.
Aleister: As much as people want to hate me. As much as people might believe I'm arrogant, I HAVE proven every fucking word I have said since coming in. There's NOTHING people can say to deny that. I told you I am the best and then gone out there and shown you exactly why I am. No matter who has been thrown in my way.
Stating this, I exhale. Knowing that many people have had similar starts to me in the ring, yet fallen apart when it has mattered. When the going began to be more than just your standard introductory phase.
Continuing my glance around the room, I notice the figurine that Cassandra loves to keep on her table. The bobblehead that she had crafted of herself, so as to keep people company when waiting for her. People like me or anyone of her other clients, for moments like now.
Four feet to the right of it, and on the opposite side of her mahogany table, sits her snow-white Dell laptop. Currently folded shut and with a shimmering silver star sticker in the middle. Covering the dell logo. I don't blame her for having the sticker front and center.
She is a world-renowned star agent for a reason. Hearing the door slowly open, I tilt my head around. Seeing Cassandra standing there, attired in a hot pink tight shitting shirt, black yoga pants, and midnight dress shoes. A smile across her face.
Cassandra: Hey Aleister. Sorry for the delay. Had to take the call though, it was urgent.
I laugh, politely nodding as she calmly makes her way around me to her seat. Sitting down, she smiles as I glance at her.
[color=FFFAF0[Aleister: It's fine. Angela told me to come in any way [/color]
Cassandra: Good. How have you been?
I laugh. She knows exactly how I've been. Especially since I called her as soon as I got back to the hotel after winning the Pureblood championship at Social Distancing.
Aleister: Elite as always. Johnny hooked me up with the good life and I have the Pureblood title in my possession. No matter who tries to claim it as theirs, or believes that they can pry it from my hands. The key word there is believes.
Cassandra laughs, lightly shaking her head.
Cassandra: Still got the ego, I see. I can't blame you. After all, you went out there and did what you have said you'd do. Just like you did in Japan and England.
I nod, smiling. She's right, just as I have been saying. I ain't lying to anybody when I tell you I'm the best. Or the brightest, because I will back it up in the ring. I have backed it up in the ring. That's something that only those who are naive will even attempt to deny.
Cassandra: So, who are the lucky. Or rather, UNLUCKY opponents this week?
I smirk, noticing how she instantly realized and corrected her error. I would expect her to, especially as she's known me for the majority of my career.
Aleister: Some wannabe frat girl named Sahara and the dino cosplayer whose ass I humiliated and exposed last week. They must either pity them or they must be deluded enough to earnestly believe they can measure up. Or even stand within the proximity of me between those ropes.
I pause, reminding myself of the cranium shot Sahara landed with my belt on me.
Aleister: Do you [b,]REALLY[/b] think a shot with the belt sends a message? Or suddenly makes it so that you're actually this relevant threat, Sahara? If so, I think you might need to lay off the oxycodone, because it made me laugh. It was like a fly landed on my head...That doesn't mean I don't have a receipt with your name on it waiting for you to collect. I do.[/color]
Cass looks at me, raising her right eyebrow slightly. Curious about the 'belt shot to the skull'.
Cassandra: Wait, you got hit with your own belt? I thought only children did that.
I let out loud laughter at that.
Aleister: You're not wrong. Sahara is a child though. One who believes she can walk taller, but a child nonetheless. The same goes for the Dino cosplayer. They hold some belief that family bonds will help them when they're on the mat. Crying and pleading for people to pay attention to them. To notice them and feel pity for them. Enabling them to continue being frauds. Sheep in wolves' clothing.
Maybe they can even join Dark Tiger in the club of riding my coattails and hoping it works club once the match is through. All talk about how even combined, they STILL wouldn't be on my level. They can be their own little teddy bears, cuddling and moaning to one another.[/b]
Cassandra intently listens to my spiel. Noting every single word, before realizing that she had seen something on TV, but not knowing if to broach the topic. Slightly opening her mouth, she attempts to make the statement but stops herself before the words come out.
Aleister: Cassandra?
She shakes her head, glancing at me.
Cassandra: No. No. I was thinking of someone else.
I roll my blue eyes at her, partially knowing exactly WHO she was about to mention. I ain't worried about him either. He'll come in good time and just like the three who think they can come at me now, he'll realize that he is simply a fraud.
Aleister: Sure you were. I think we both know that's a lie, but I'll deal with him later. I'm sure he has other problems to deal with, just like I do.
Cassandra nods as she opens up her computer, getting ready to talk about information that cannot be publicly divulged.
What can be divulged though, is that some Highway to Hell: Sahara and Dino are going to learn that if you come at the best. At the man on the throne, you're only booking a ticket to your own humiliation and defeat. The latest lambs to the slaughter. Trust me.
Unfortunately for them, just saying you are something doesn't make it so. You still need to go out there and PROVE you're right. You still need to back those words up, just like I do each and every week I step between those ropes. Even if the fans want to keep their eyes closed and remain willfully blind, that's their choice.
Just don't cry to me when your supposed "heroes" expose themselves. Their true colors as being nothing more than fraudulent because I warned you. I told you that they were all frauds, trying to pretend that they held any water in the argument of superiority when they don't. Never did hold any weight. Never will hold any weight. Even if they want to convince you that they did due to their own ignorance.
Their own failure to see the reality that stands before their very eyes. Even if it were to slap them across the face. That's their choice though. I'm just here to ensure that they realize their truth is nothing more than a fantasy. A fairytale and that in the real world, it holds no weight. Just like them.
SCENE ONE.
I sit atop a charcoal leather couch attired in a plain black t-shirt, denim jeans and slate white Nike sneakers with wine red shoelaces, within the office of my long-time agent and consultant, Cassandra. Waiting for her to finish up the conference call she is having in the next room with one of her other clients. No, I don't know which client it is. Nor is it my business to know what she does when she's not meeting with or talking to me.
Glancing around, I smile at the four posters of me she had up on the wall, each depicting a component of my career to date, though the smile becomes a slight frown when I see the NWL depiction.
A stint that I can admit, has been the weakest portion of my career. The only one, where I didn't lay claim to a championship belt. A portrait that will soon be replaced by me within an OPW ring soon enough.
Aleister: As much as people want to hate me. As much as people might believe I'm arrogant, I HAVE proven every fucking word I have said since coming in. There's NOTHING people can say to deny that. I told you I am the best and then gone out there and shown you exactly why I am. No matter who has been thrown in my way.
Stating this, I exhale. Knowing that many people have had similar starts to me in the ring, yet fallen apart when it has mattered. When the going began to be more than just your standard introductory phase.
Continuing my glance around the room, I notice the figurine that Cassandra loves to keep on her table. The bobblehead that she had crafted of herself, so as to keep people company when waiting for her. People like me or anyone of her other clients, for moments like now.
Four feet to the right of it, and on the opposite side of her mahogany table, sits her snow-white Dell laptop. Currently folded shut and with a shimmering silver star sticker in the middle. Covering the dell logo. I don't blame her for having the sticker front and center.
She is a world-renowned star agent for a reason. Hearing the door slowly open, I tilt my head around. Seeing Cassandra standing there, attired in a hot pink tight shitting shirt, black yoga pants, and midnight dress shoes. A smile across her face.
Cassandra: Hey Aleister. Sorry for the delay. Had to take the call though, it was urgent.
I laugh, politely nodding as she calmly makes her way around me to her seat. Sitting down, she smiles as I glance at her.
[color=FFFAF0[Aleister: It's fine. Angela told me to come in any way [/color]
Cassandra: Good. How have you been?
I laugh. She knows exactly how I've been. Especially since I called her as soon as I got back to the hotel after winning the Pureblood championship at Social Distancing.
Aleister: Elite as always. Johnny hooked me up with the good life and I have the Pureblood title in my possession. No matter who tries to claim it as theirs, or believes that they can pry it from my hands. The key word there is believes.
Cassandra laughs, lightly shaking her head.
Cassandra: Still got the ego, I see. I can't blame you. After all, you went out there and did what you have said you'd do. Just like you did in Japan and England.
I nod, smiling. She's right, just as I have been saying. I ain't lying to anybody when I tell you I'm the best. Or the brightest, because I will back it up in the ring. I have backed it up in the ring. That's something that only those who are naive will even attempt to deny.
Cassandra: So, who are the lucky. Or rather, UNLUCKY opponents this week?
I smirk, noticing how she instantly realized and corrected her error. I would expect her to, especially as she's known me for the majority of my career.
Aleister: Some wannabe frat girl named Sahara and the dino cosplayer whose ass I humiliated and exposed last week. They must either pity them or they must be deluded enough to earnestly believe they can measure up. Or even stand within the proximity of me between those ropes.
I pause, reminding myself of the cranium shot Sahara landed with my belt on me.
Aleister: Do you [b,]REALLY[/b] think a shot with the belt sends a message? Or suddenly makes it so that you're actually this relevant threat, Sahara? If so, I think you might need to lay off the oxycodone, because it made me laugh. It was like a fly landed on my head...That doesn't mean I don't have a receipt with your name on it waiting for you to collect. I do.[/color]
Cass looks at me, raising her right eyebrow slightly. Curious about the 'belt shot to the skull'.
Cassandra: Wait, you got hit with your own belt? I thought only children did that.
I let out loud laughter at that.
Aleister: You're not wrong. Sahara is a child though. One who believes she can walk taller, but a child nonetheless. The same goes for the Dino cosplayer. They hold some belief that family bonds will help them when they're on the mat. Crying and pleading for people to pay attention to them. To notice them and feel pity for them. Enabling them to continue being frauds. Sheep in wolves' clothing.
Maybe they can even join Dark Tiger in the club of riding my coattails and hoping it works club once the match is through. All talk about how even combined, they STILL wouldn't be on my level. They can be their own little teddy bears, cuddling and moaning to one another.[/b]
Cassandra intently listens to my spiel. Noting every single word, before realizing that she had seen something on TV, but not knowing if to broach the topic. Slightly opening her mouth, she attempts to make the statement but stops herself before the words come out.
Aleister: Cassandra?
She shakes her head, glancing at me.
Cassandra: No. No. I was thinking of someone else.
I roll my blue eyes at her, partially knowing exactly WHO she was about to mention. I ain't worried about him either. He'll come in good time and just like the three who think they can come at me now, he'll realize that he is simply a fraud.
Aleister: Sure you were. I think we both know that's a lie, but I'll deal with him later. I'm sure he has other problems to deal with, just like I do.
Cassandra nods as she opens up her computer, getting ready to talk about information that cannot be publicly divulged.
What can be divulged though, is that some Highway to Hell: Sahara and Dino are going to learn that if you come at the best. At the man on the throne, you're only booking a ticket to your own humiliation and defeat. The latest lambs to the slaughter. Trust me.