Post by bronxyv on May 9, 2017 23:42:33 GMT
Kennedy Black had asked him all week the same question no matter what he was doing. In this moment, Bronx was looking in the mirror as he looked at his new, freshly tailored suit and fixed the purple tie he wore in the mirror as she stood behind him. Kennedy wore a black dress, her brown hair tied up in an elegant knot.
“Why would you even give him the time of day? You know people like that are impossible to defeat.”
And she was right. It didn’t matter what happened against Aidan Collins. No matter what, he would spew the same rhetoric and trash he spewed about everyone else. Aidan would use a few buzz words here and there and drop a few curses and then call himself edgy. As Bronx fixed his tie he looked back to Kennedy with that small, sideways smile that he usually gave her.
“I wish I could say that I wouldn’t give him a choice, but too many people in this business say that they’ll just leave their opponent laying in a pool of their own blood and end their career and they never deliver. It’s a match. It’s wrestling. Aidan Collins seems to think this is something more. It’s no more or no less a pissing contest. Inevitably I hope I am the one pissing the furthest.”
With this, Kennedy scrunched up her nose with a gross look and Bronx leaned his head and arms back as if to say ‘what? There were two battles coming up, for the first time since Kennedy and Bronx had come out as a couple, Bronx would be meeting the family.
Honestly, Bronx was probably more worried about meeting the family.
Nobody really knew Kennedy and Bronx were dating, he preferred to keep it away from the internet, unlike Aidan and his fiancé’ who tweeted one another just like every other annoying couple on Twitter about shit they should probably text to one another. Aidan’s flip phone must have been running low on minutes, Bronx had thought to himself.
Looking down at the tie, it was crooked. Bronx, although newly crowned 4CW Champion, hadn’t really got used to wearing a suit. Wasn’t that every new champions dream? To walk out of the tunnel from gorilla the first time, wearing that freshly tailored suit with a championship around your shoulder? It was the American Dream to a wrestling fan.
“Here.”
Kennedy sighed as she squared Bronx’s shoulders in front of her as if she were standing in front of the mirror, and with a smile across her lips she untied Bronx’s tie and then put it around her own neck as she began to tie it for him.
“How do you even do this when you’re on the road?”
Bronx rubbed the back of his head, a bit embarrassed. While he wasn’t low-grade enough to wear a clip-on, normally he wouldn’t be caught dead near a suit. Now that he was champion—he had decided to invest in a few so that he could be a bit more “champion” like. Someone that others would approve it.
It wasn’t his usual motivation.
“Well, I don’t usually wear a tie. Plus, I’ve had friends who are pretty good at tying ties. Not so good at tying the knot, so to speak.”
Alluding to his friends who hadn’t been very good at relationships, it didn’t take long for the quick witted Kennedy to catch on as she nodded, taking the tie from around her neck, she gently placed it over Bronx’s and then drew the knot tight and flipped his collar down and then leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“So, you’re meeting my folks tonight, when am I going to meet yours?”
Turning around to look in the mirror, Bronx looked over his shoulder to Kennedy who placed her hands on her hips. The smile was there on Bronx’s lips, but his mind went elsewhere. It went back to that kid who had to sneak out to go to wrestling because his parents didn’t approve. It was a smile that was empty because of all of the riches he gave up to become a wrestler.
With his father running vacation resorts in Maine, he could have easily slid into a management role and never had to work a day in his life. Yet, here he was making towns every other week and scraping for money to keep his condo in Portland, because he didn’t make eight figures like Aidan Collins did. His relationship with his parents had been…Strained, because he had chosen this path.
Most wrestlers lost their parents or had some tragedy to tell, with Bronx, it was a different tragedy. His parents were alive and well and as rich as they always had been, but it had been years since he had even said a word to them. The last words he ever spoke to his father was when his dad told him to get out with a garbage bag full of his shit.
“Hopefully, soon. I’m sure you won’t have any problem getting their approval. Me, on the other hand…”
Bronx said with another smile as he looked over his shoulder, and then let his gaze slowly work back towards the mirror which showed the truth on his face. Kennedy would probably never meet his parents, because he doubted if he’d ever see his parents again, until they were in a casket that is.
Approval is what he had sought his entire life. Approval from his parents, approval from the wrestling companies he would work for, approval from GIW, ECWF, 4CW, VOW, Fight One…All of them. Approval from Kennedy and eventually approval from her parents.
It’s what Aidan Collins had to have as well.
Maybe they weren’t so different after all—Aidan and Bronx. Two, larger than life personalities. Two wrestlers who always felt like they had to talk the loudest and never miss a step if they wanted to get noticed. Two wrestlers who had universal praise in both of their companies. They both sought after the same thing, approval. Approval is the reason for the match, approval, validation. While Bronx would never admit it, he needed to know where he stood in the eyes of ECWF, just as much as Aidan Collins had to figure out where he stood in ECWF.
“Well, I approve of the suit.”
Kennedy said as she stepped back away from him and put a hand on her chin as she checked out Bronx, he gave a little pose.
“Hopefully that isn’t the only approval I get tonight.”
“Ohhh shit everyone, here we go. Bronx vs. Aidan Collins. ECWF vs. 4CW, everyone get your cocks out and start stroking them, because the two best wrestlers in the entire world is about to lock it up! Who will come out victorious? Who will come out with bragging rights? Will it be shitty little Aidan Collins or BRONX. Will it be SATAN HIMSELF (aka independent wrestler with a fucking mask who thinks themselves as a “tweener”) or STARBOY ripped straight from a Weekend song.”
Bronx gave a blank stare, Jim Halpert like look toward the camera.
“You guessed it. The winner doesn’t get anything at all. No championships on the line, just bragging rights on social media…That’s it! But sometimes…When you throw something out on social media as a joke, some poor soul is going to take it as fact. Like the time i said Colin Kaepernick played for Chip Kelly at Oregon and a bunch of people got mad, Aidan Collins now falls into that category because he got baited into a match that someone as cocky and full of themselves as him, should have never agreed to.”
“Since your whole invitational was a flop, nobody worth a shit outside of ECWF showed up. Your company handpicked what companies could join and because they’re so triggered by me, they wouldn’t let me give you any attention. NOW you actually get a match that the wrestling world will actually talk about and want to be a part of. I can’t blame you at all for wanting this match, but let me tell you a little secret. Me trying to join the invitational? It was a bit to get a couple of laughs on Twitter…”
“Aidan Collins fell for it hook line and sinker, because of course he did. Mentally, you’re weak. Why on earth would the ECWF champion…Sorry…Former ECWF champion… want to take on the 4CW champion if ECWF is so high on the totem pole? Why, would Aidan venture off the ECWF playground when the last time he left those pristine gates, he got his ass handed to him and he held it all the way back with his thumb in his mouth, and ECWF slammed the gate behind him and wouldn’t let anyone else through to beat him again.”
“So, congratulations. You actually get a challenge now. You actually get someone the internet gives a fuck about that you get to face. You can thank me later for your short-lived popularity, because you definitely don’t have any until you get into my mentions. I could put my ol’ saber metrics hat on and school you real quick about your Twitter likes and mentions when you mention me and then when you mention…Well…Anything else, but we won’t delve too far into that.”
“I’ve listened to people like you for a lonnnnng, long time Aidan. I’ve watched you, I’ve seen your promos….I’ve prepared. Now, you may think it’s cool and hip to say you’ve listened to saw anything of mine and that’s perfectly fine. You need this match because you crave some kind of validity from someone BECAUSE you don’t get it anywhere else. You’re in ECWF where—even if you have the title you’re an after thought to Lacey Cohen and Mia Scott, rightfully so by the way because they’re not an 8th grade cursing vocabulary promo of shit every single match. Hell, they don’t even value you over someone like Kito who just came into the company and instantly got a win over you. Max Cavanaugh carries a bigger following than you do, and he beat you as well.”
“You need validity. You need to beat Bronx Valescence because you think it’s going to give you that validity. This? This isn’t going to prove shit, Aidan. You think people are going to give you credit if you beat me? It’s laughable. It’s laughable that you, as a former ECWF champion need this match SO badly because I tried to join the invitational and I got declined. I challenged your manhood, and you had to get permission from mommy and daddy before you could respond to me and actually try and get a match. You needing validity is the reason you have to spend your entire promos putting yourself over and giving this illusion that you’re something that you’re not.”
“Nobody calls you the devil, you call yourself that. Nobody says they enjoy Aidan Collins matches. You just tell everyone that they do. Nobody thinks you’re the greatest, you’ve self-labeled yourself as that every time you open your mouth. That’s why you need this match more than I do. You’ve dug yourself into a hole. You’ve backed yourself into a corner, and you need someone or something to beat…Because you know that no matter how much you scream, kick and throw tantrums in the corner because nobody is noticing you…You know that even if you beat me…Nothing is going to come of it.”
“You’re still going to have your 300 followers on Twitter. You’re still going to get no respect in the company you wrestle for and you’re still going to be the same Aidan Collins that will pound his chest and claim that he is the best, despite not having any evidence to back that up. Now, you may point at me…That I don’t have any evidence claiming I am the best—and well, you’d be right. As much shit as I cause, as stupid as I act on social media…I have never claimed to be the best wrestler in the world. I’ve never claimed to be “God” or “The Devil” and I’ve never claimed anything that will make me look like a fucking idiot when I slip on the banana peel.”
“Aidan? You’ve already slipped on the banana peel. You went to a company outside of ECWF and you EMBARRASSED yourself. You lost, and you tried to tell everyone that would listen that it wasn’t you, it was a man in a mask! It was a stunt double! That’s all I need to know to know what kind of MAN you are, not what kind of wrestler you are. You bite off more than you can chew, and instead of swallowing it like a man, you spit it out. When I shove this preverbal cock down your throat? I know it won’t shut you up like it should. It’ll be like it never happened and you’ll still spew your same bullshit. ECWF will have to put up with yet ANOTHER crybaby ass promo about how you got robbed.”
“Bronx Valescence? Is a lot different than Aidan Collins. Say what you want about 4CW. Say that I don’t deserve the push I’ve gotten. Say that I am given matches because of who my father is—which by the way—I know you’re too prideful to look it up, but Perry is like, 38…I’m 30…I don’t think the math adds up there, but I’d hate to take a talking point away from you because you don’t understand what a Twitter bit is, but I digress. I am not an afterthought as Champion. Former champions? They’ve put me over and told me I deserved it. People I don’t like have gave me the nod of respect.”
“And let me change that narrative right now that I am pushed because of who I am. I went into the Manifest Destiny tournament and didn’t know a sole from any of the companies putting it on. I came in third. I went to Anzac Pro. A struggling company I didn’t know shit about. I won their main title. NGW? Went there after Anzac closed down. I won their unified title. GIW? I was out of my league, but ended up being a main eventer there and I came up short…4CW?”
Bronx chuckled as he thought about when he first had signed the contract to 4CW.
“It was fucking enemy territory. I know you don’t keep up with this shit because you want to play badass and keep your blinders on, but GIW and 4CW had a goddamn blood feud and I went there. Why? To prove people wrong. To prove that it didn’t matter the company or the rules or the federation or the country for that matter. But I could hang. Saying I have special treatment? That shit is laughable. I’ve earned, scraped and clawed for everything I’ve been given in this business.”
“Have you?”
“Because when I look at you, I don’t see the devil standing there before you. I see a scared little boy that doesn’t want anyone to pull the curtain on him to reveal him for what he really is. I know, it’s shocking I can cut a promo without “faggot” and “cunt” every four words like yourself, but I see right through you for what you really are…But you don’t even know me. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. You’re a man that can’t be beaten because you’re as dense as a brick wall. Things bounce off of you because you live in such a false reality that you actually believe you can never lose. I saw a tweet that summed you up perfectly. A twerp who doesn’t know he’s a twerp, and in your head you’re always just George Clooney out-smarting everyone. ”
“Me?”
“I’ve lost, homie. I’ve lost plenty. With every single loss, I haven’t whined and cried and made excuses. I haven’t claimed some conspiracy or said it was someone else in the match. I am untouchable, Aidan and unbeatable because I’ve been in this situation before and I’ve lost and I’ve accepted it and moved on. I’ve accepted it and been better. The bigger man, and the better man. No matter what happens in this little match we’re having. No matter what the outcome is, you’re going to learn a few things like the little pubescent child that you are. Or as you would understand it: YOU GON LEARN TADAY!”
“You’re going to learn to be humble, shouts out to Kendrick. You’re going to learn that just because you think you’re the biggest fish in whatever mud hole you’re swimming around in, doesn’t make you the biggest fish when you’re dropped into shark invested waters. You’re going to learn how protected you have been in ECWF, how protected you were because they didn’t allow me to come face you. You’re going to learn that win or lose…The wrestling world talks…About me. I don’t get egg on my face. I’m the class president. I’m the homecoming king. I’m the prom king and you’re the bitch bagging my groceries and pumping my gas…No matter what happens in this match, you’ll learn that the food chain doesn’t flip on a win or a loss…You’re always beneath me.”
“Run along, Aidan. Call me faggot and drop some racial slurs while you’re at it. If it makes you feel better, tell everyone you “slayed” me in your promo…Just like your nicknames, just like your accomplishments, you’re always going to be the ONLY person putting yourself over. Me? I’ll let my peers talk for me. We’ll see who comes out better.”
A click of his tongue, a wink, darkness.
“Why would you even give him the time of day? You know people like that are impossible to defeat.”
And she was right. It didn’t matter what happened against Aidan Collins. No matter what, he would spew the same rhetoric and trash he spewed about everyone else. Aidan would use a few buzz words here and there and drop a few curses and then call himself edgy. As Bronx fixed his tie he looked back to Kennedy with that small, sideways smile that he usually gave her.
“I wish I could say that I wouldn’t give him a choice, but too many people in this business say that they’ll just leave their opponent laying in a pool of their own blood and end their career and they never deliver. It’s a match. It’s wrestling. Aidan Collins seems to think this is something more. It’s no more or no less a pissing contest. Inevitably I hope I am the one pissing the furthest.”
With this, Kennedy scrunched up her nose with a gross look and Bronx leaned his head and arms back as if to say ‘what? There were two battles coming up, for the first time since Kennedy and Bronx had come out as a couple, Bronx would be meeting the family.
Honestly, Bronx was probably more worried about meeting the family.
Nobody really knew Kennedy and Bronx were dating, he preferred to keep it away from the internet, unlike Aidan and his fiancé’ who tweeted one another just like every other annoying couple on Twitter about shit they should probably text to one another. Aidan’s flip phone must have been running low on minutes, Bronx had thought to himself.
Looking down at the tie, it was crooked. Bronx, although newly crowned 4CW Champion, hadn’t really got used to wearing a suit. Wasn’t that every new champions dream? To walk out of the tunnel from gorilla the first time, wearing that freshly tailored suit with a championship around your shoulder? It was the American Dream to a wrestling fan.
“Here.”
Kennedy sighed as she squared Bronx’s shoulders in front of her as if she were standing in front of the mirror, and with a smile across her lips she untied Bronx’s tie and then put it around her own neck as she began to tie it for him.
“How do you even do this when you’re on the road?”
Bronx rubbed the back of his head, a bit embarrassed. While he wasn’t low-grade enough to wear a clip-on, normally he wouldn’t be caught dead near a suit. Now that he was champion—he had decided to invest in a few so that he could be a bit more “champion” like. Someone that others would approve it.
It wasn’t his usual motivation.
“Well, I don’t usually wear a tie. Plus, I’ve had friends who are pretty good at tying ties. Not so good at tying the knot, so to speak.”
Alluding to his friends who hadn’t been very good at relationships, it didn’t take long for the quick witted Kennedy to catch on as she nodded, taking the tie from around her neck, she gently placed it over Bronx’s and then drew the knot tight and flipped his collar down and then leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“So, you’re meeting my folks tonight, when am I going to meet yours?”
Turning around to look in the mirror, Bronx looked over his shoulder to Kennedy who placed her hands on her hips. The smile was there on Bronx’s lips, but his mind went elsewhere. It went back to that kid who had to sneak out to go to wrestling because his parents didn’t approve. It was a smile that was empty because of all of the riches he gave up to become a wrestler.
With his father running vacation resorts in Maine, he could have easily slid into a management role and never had to work a day in his life. Yet, here he was making towns every other week and scraping for money to keep his condo in Portland, because he didn’t make eight figures like Aidan Collins did. His relationship with his parents had been…Strained, because he had chosen this path.
Most wrestlers lost their parents or had some tragedy to tell, with Bronx, it was a different tragedy. His parents were alive and well and as rich as they always had been, but it had been years since he had even said a word to them. The last words he ever spoke to his father was when his dad told him to get out with a garbage bag full of his shit.
“Hopefully, soon. I’m sure you won’t have any problem getting their approval. Me, on the other hand…”
Bronx said with another smile as he looked over his shoulder, and then let his gaze slowly work back towards the mirror which showed the truth on his face. Kennedy would probably never meet his parents, because he doubted if he’d ever see his parents again, until they were in a casket that is.
Approval is what he had sought his entire life. Approval from his parents, approval from the wrestling companies he would work for, approval from GIW, ECWF, 4CW, VOW, Fight One…All of them. Approval from Kennedy and eventually approval from her parents.
It’s what Aidan Collins had to have as well.
Maybe they weren’t so different after all—Aidan and Bronx. Two, larger than life personalities. Two wrestlers who always felt like they had to talk the loudest and never miss a step if they wanted to get noticed. Two wrestlers who had universal praise in both of their companies. They both sought after the same thing, approval. Approval is the reason for the match, approval, validation. While Bronx would never admit it, he needed to know where he stood in the eyes of ECWF, just as much as Aidan Collins had to figure out where he stood in ECWF.
“Well, I approve of the suit.”
Kennedy said as she stepped back away from him and put a hand on her chin as she checked out Bronx, he gave a little pose.
“Hopefully that isn’t the only approval I get tonight.”
+++
,If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us.
“Ohhh shit everyone, here we go. Bronx vs. Aidan Collins. ECWF vs. 4CW, everyone get your cocks out and start stroking them, because the two best wrestlers in the entire world is about to lock it up! Who will come out victorious? Who will come out with bragging rights? Will it be shitty little Aidan Collins or BRONX. Will it be SATAN HIMSELF (aka independent wrestler with a fucking mask who thinks themselves as a “tweener”) or STARBOY ripped straight from a Weekend song.”
Bronx gave a blank stare, Jim Halpert like look toward the camera.
“You guessed it. The winner doesn’t get anything at all. No championships on the line, just bragging rights on social media…That’s it! But sometimes…When you throw something out on social media as a joke, some poor soul is going to take it as fact. Like the time i said Colin Kaepernick played for Chip Kelly at Oregon and a bunch of people got mad, Aidan Collins now falls into that category because he got baited into a match that someone as cocky and full of themselves as him, should have never agreed to.”
“Since your whole invitational was a flop, nobody worth a shit outside of ECWF showed up. Your company handpicked what companies could join and because they’re so triggered by me, they wouldn’t let me give you any attention. NOW you actually get a match that the wrestling world will actually talk about and want to be a part of. I can’t blame you at all for wanting this match, but let me tell you a little secret. Me trying to join the invitational? It was a bit to get a couple of laughs on Twitter…”
“Aidan Collins fell for it hook line and sinker, because of course he did. Mentally, you’re weak. Why on earth would the ECWF champion…Sorry…Former ECWF champion… want to take on the 4CW champion if ECWF is so high on the totem pole? Why, would Aidan venture off the ECWF playground when the last time he left those pristine gates, he got his ass handed to him and he held it all the way back with his thumb in his mouth, and ECWF slammed the gate behind him and wouldn’t let anyone else through to beat him again.”
“So, congratulations. You actually get a challenge now. You actually get someone the internet gives a fuck about that you get to face. You can thank me later for your short-lived popularity, because you definitely don’t have any until you get into my mentions. I could put my ol’ saber metrics hat on and school you real quick about your Twitter likes and mentions when you mention me and then when you mention…Well…Anything else, but we won’t delve too far into that.”
“I’ve listened to people like you for a lonnnnng, long time Aidan. I’ve watched you, I’ve seen your promos….I’ve prepared. Now, you may think it’s cool and hip to say you’ve listened to saw anything of mine and that’s perfectly fine. You need this match because you crave some kind of validity from someone BECAUSE you don’t get it anywhere else. You’re in ECWF where—even if you have the title you’re an after thought to Lacey Cohen and Mia Scott, rightfully so by the way because they’re not an 8th grade cursing vocabulary promo of shit every single match. Hell, they don’t even value you over someone like Kito who just came into the company and instantly got a win over you. Max Cavanaugh carries a bigger following than you do, and he beat you as well.”
“You need validity. You need to beat Bronx Valescence because you think it’s going to give you that validity. This? This isn’t going to prove shit, Aidan. You think people are going to give you credit if you beat me? It’s laughable. It’s laughable that you, as a former ECWF champion need this match SO badly because I tried to join the invitational and I got declined. I challenged your manhood, and you had to get permission from mommy and daddy before you could respond to me and actually try and get a match. You needing validity is the reason you have to spend your entire promos putting yourself over and giving this illusion that you’re something that you’re not.”
“Nobody calls you the devil, you call yourself that. Nobody says they enjoy Aidan Collins matches. You just tell everyone that they do. Nobody thinks you’re the greatest, you’ve self-labeled yourself as that every time you open your mouth. That’s why you need this match more than I do. You’ve dug yourself into a hole. You’ve backed yourself into a corner, and you need someone or something to beat…Because you know that no matter how much you scream, kick and throw tantrums in the corner because nobody is noticing you…You know that even if you beat me…Nothing is going to come of it.”
“You’re still going to have your 300 followers on Twitter. You’re still going to get no respect in the company you wrestle for and you’re still going to be the same Aidan Collins that will pound his chest and claim that he is the best, despite not having any evidence to back that up. Now, you may point at me…That I don’t have any evidence claiming I am the best—and well, you’d be right. As much shit as I cause, as stupid as I act on social media…I have never claimed to be the best wrestler in the world. I’ve never claimed to be “God” or “The Devil” and I’ve never claimed anything that will make me look like a fucking idiot when I slip on the banana peel.”
“Aidan? You’ve already slipped on the banana peel. You went to a company outside of ECWF and you EMBARRASSED yourself. You lost, and you tried to tell everyone that would listen that it wasn’t you, it was a man in a mask! It was a stunt double! That’s all I need to know to know what kind of MAN you are, not what kind of wrestler you are. You bite off more than you can chew, and instead of swallowing it like a man, you spit it out. When I shove this preverbal cock down your throat? I know it won’t shut you up like it should. It’ll be like it never happened and you’ll still spew your same bullshit. ECWF will have to put up with yet ANOTHER crybaby ass promo about how you got robbed.”
“Bronx Valescence? Is a lot different than Aidan Collins. Say what you want about 4CW. Say that I don’t deserve the push I’ve gotten. Say that I am given matches because of who my father is—which by the way—I know you’re too prideful to look it up, but Perry is like, 38…I’m 30…I don’t think the math adds up there, but I’d hate to take a talking point away from you because you don’t understand what a Twitter bit is, but I digress. I am not an afterthought as Champion. Former champions? They’ve put me over and told me I deserved it. People I don’t like have gave me the nod of respect.”
“And let me change that narrative right now that I am pushed because of who I am. I went into the Manifest Destiny tournament and didn’t know a sole from any of the companies putting it on. I came in third. I went to Anzac Pro. A struggling company I didn’t know shit about. I won their main title. NGW? Went there after Anzac closed down. I won their unified title. GIW? I was out of my league, but ended up being a main eventer there and I came up short…4CW?”
Bronx chuckled as he thought about when he first had signed the contract to 4CW.
“It was fucking enemy territory. I know you don’t keep up with this shit because you want to play badass and keep your blinders on, but GIW and 4CW had a goddamn blood feud and I went there. Why? To prove people wrong. To prove that it didn’t matter the company or the rules or the federation or the country for that matter. But I could hang. Saying I have special treatment? That shit is laughable. I’ve earned, scraped and clawed for everything I’ve been given in this business.”
“Have you?”
“Because when I look at you, I don’t see the devil standing there before you. I see a scared little boy that doesn’t want anyone to pull the curtain on him to reveal him for what he really is. I know, it’s shocking I can cut a promo without “faggot” and “cunt” every four words like yourself, but I see right through you for what you really are…But you don’t even know me. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. You’re a man that can’t be beaten because you’re as dense as a brick wall. Things bounce off of you because you live in such a false reality that you actually believe you can never lose. I saw a tweet that summed you up perfectly. A twerp who doesn’t know he’s a twerp, and in your head you’re always just George Clooney out-smarting everyone. ”
“Me?”
“I’ve lost, homie. I’ve lost plenty. With every single loss, I haven’t whined and cried and made excuses. I haven’t claimed some conspiracy or said it was someone else in the match. I am untouchable, Aidan and unbeatable because I’ve been in this situation before and I’ve lost and I’ve accepted it and moved on. I’ve accepted it and been better. The bigger man, and the better man. No matter what happens in this little match we’re having. No matter what the outcome is, you’re going to learn a few things like the little pubescent child that you are. Or as you would understand it: YOU GON LEARN TADAY!”
“You’re going to learn to be humble, shouts out to Kendrick. You’re going to learn that just because you think you’re the biggest fish in whatever mud hole you’re swimming around in, doesn’t make you the biggest fish when you’re dropped into shark invested waters. You’re going to learn how protected you have been in ECWF, how protected you were because they didn’t allow me to come face you. You’re going to learn that win or lose…The wrestling world talks…About me. I don’t get egg on my face. I’m the class president. I’m the homecoming king. I’m the prom king and you’re the bitch bagging my groceries and pumping my gas…No matter what happens in this match, you’ll learn that the food chain doesn’t flip on a win or a loss…You’re always beneath me.”
“Run along, Aidan. Call me faggot and drop some racial slurs while you’re at it. If it makes you feel better, tell everyone you “slayed” me in your promo…Just like your nicknames, just like your accomplishments, you’re always going to be the ONLY person putting yourself over. Me? I’ll let my peers talk for me. We’ll see who comes out better.”
A click of his tongue, a wink, darkness.