Post by Sawtooth Grin on Dec 19, 2016 5:05:06 GMT
November's Fire has left its mark. Fixed on suffocating and reducing their momentum to ash. Not only have The Outliers suffered their first lost since returning to competition back in July, but the very promotion that aided them in the decision to do so, has officially closed its doors. So, with prized WRPD World tag straps in tow, the two split off their separate ways to digest the unfortunate whirlwind. HE WHO CORRUPTS to his sardine can in Chicago while Grin fled to the comfort of his wooded compound that sits on the outskirts of Portland, Oregon.
If Grin felt a bit more jaded and bitter than usual, he hid it well. And if the silver lining was there, and he knew it was, Sawtooth wasn't in the mood to entertain it. With blinders on and his vitals intact, Grin did his best to keep distance from the rather grim reality of The Outliers situation. Electing productivity over wallowing in the undertow, he submersed himself in the hosting and preparation of the WRPD farewell show, newyear//zero. All on top of the incessant training for the imminent GOL showdown with Jason Orion. A win, and there's one more shot at the Trios Championships. A loss, and Pandora's Box has a new owner, a new challenger to Rey De Reyes. Closing out the year the right way would be pivotal.
From inside the compound kitchen, light shown from the windows. Before Grin positions the handheld on a nearby shelf, he curiously jostles the camera, sweeping the interior while the shot is worked into focus. For a fleeting moment we're able to capture the lived-in comfort of the cozy abode. Less than perfect and seemingly proud to be. Warm colors and overstuffed furnishings. Sawtooth makes a final adjustment and pulls over a bar stool.
"It's Christmas time, everybody.. And I certainly hope we're all enjoying ourselves. The rampant commercialization of the holiday season is in full swing, and it's never been more godamn apparent or rapacious than it is today. You can forget about whatever religious meaning it ever had.. No.. Instead it's become just one more fat fuckin' excuse for massive corporations to sell their shit. Enticements to debt from all sides, as retailers and the credit card companies strive to convince us that our love for kith and kin can be gauged by how much we spend on bullshit. At no other time in the year are the efforts of consumer culture to erase the distinction between what we want and what we need so blinding." The soft spoken wrestlers tugs at the collar of his shirt and drops his head. "If that's not enough.. The Holiday sale pandemonium has you getting your ass beat.. Or trampled by mobs."
"with how fast-paced things are, and how focused we are.. on the achievement and competition to the exclusion of all else. They have a place.. But that's not all of it, you know? They're not all there is. Leave space for the sacred.. Not in the religious sense, but in the deeper and more fundamental sense: the human capacity for spirituality... our ability to feel awe." Grin pauses in contemplation and removes his hat. "We need intervals set aside for clarity and reflection. Times when we set out to achieve nothing, but simply to be."
Sawtooth folds his arms and locks eyes with the lens "But it may be overly optimistic to expect that much from humanity at this time in our... moral development, and I suppose one such day, is far better than none at all."
Just as Sawtooth removes himself from the scene, the track "Cold Comfort" by the black metal outfit Carpathian Forest begins. The piano echoes in the background as wisps of smoke slowly make its way into the frame. The wrestler soon returns to his stool with a pipe in hand. He puts his hemp wick to the bowl and inhales deeply. Holding it.
"I got off track." Grin exhales toward the camera, "Let's do this GOL stuff. The last show of 2016. I'm not looking for anymore bad news or bullshit to work through. This Cero Miedo Match is gonna be done properly. I promise you that.. I was thinking about it.. The last time I didn't have a partner to tag in, I won Pandora's Box." He looks down at his glass piece, and cashes it out in the palm of his hand before hitting the ashtray. "I thought that was pretty wild. So, it's been a minute.. And Jason Orion is tough. I never said otherwise. Don't get it twisted. I respect what he's done in the business. I was a big fan of Pollomania and the chicken cousins.
Taking on a more serious tone, Grins demeanor remains calm and relaxed. "Let's talk about that last one for a minute. Jason, I think I caught you with a Thumbsucker more than once. I think it was more than twice. Think I even dropped your tubby friend on his neck at some point during the evening, too. What I seem to recall most vividly though, is how it ended.. I LITERALLY had the belt in my hand when Jason stepped up. Against his "nature".. And blinded me with that fucking mist. I didn't think he had it in him. Tactics I can understand. No one is innocent, Jason. In the position you fellas were in? I'd get cagey too. So, I applaud you on that. Won't happen this time.. Won't happen in the Trios rematch, either."
Grin leans forward and comes back up holding Pandora's Box with both hands.
"You gotta be a pretty compromised motherfucker to live this Pandora life. Best comparison I can make, and i'm sure you've all drawn similar conclusions.. This box is like The One Ring. It's got its own agenda. A weaker man woulda been dead by now. I guarantee. You think you can handle that, bro? You wanna be responsible for containing the ills of all mankind? Specially knowing your just gonna open it like the rest of us? Nah.. You better leave this here. Safe. With me."
"I also wanna send love out to my boys in the Christmas Brawl. I know Matador has been spending time in Japan so he should be primed.. HWC has been doing some different things too. Uncork a fucking beating on'em. We got plans immediately following."
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