Post by bronxyv on May 9, 2017 23:49:00 GMT
“Just don’t let me down.”
Kennedy kissed Bronx goodbye, of course she was just joking. Of course it didn’t matter to her if he lost 1,000 matches he would never technically let her down. The words stuck with him though. He had heard similar words when he had taken the match with Aidan Collins. While a lot of it was tongue in cheek, the joking tones stayed the same with him. It was much like when some of your friends picked at you for a imperfection, while they didn’t mean anything by it, it still stuck with you.
“I won’t, promise.”
That was always his reply. Even as he signed off on the contract to face Aidan Collins, he had confidence as he signed his loopy signature, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t nervous as fuck. GOL had always been a favorable destination for him, but the uncommon ground was scary. Facing someone from ECWF was scary, because he knew every punch that Aidan carried, he carried it for how much Mia Scott disliked him, how much Lacey Allen wanted to see him pummeled, how badly Ashe Draven wanted to see him die, probably.
“I won’t let you down.”
On the other side, the hatred wasn’t the same. Nobody in 4CW knew what the fuck ECWF was until Bronx had began his tirade on Lacey. Adan would probably toss around the words like rage quit, but Bronx had never been in ECWF, only began targeting on the Puma because of her fake reign.
“I’ve always thought Collins was one of the good ones.”
Bronx had told everyone who had listened. It wasn’t that Bronx hated Aidan at all. It was Aidan’s blind loyalty to ECWF and the other wrestlers that had agitated Bronx enough to poke and prod Aidan enough to bait him into a match.
Wrestling wise, Aidan was fine. Wrestling wise, Bronx wasn’t even sure if he was better than Aidan was, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a fucking idiot.
“Don’t let us down, son.”
Perry Wallace had said to Bronx when he was taking the match with Aidan Collins. Once again, it was a wink, wink, nudge, nudge. But when you had the 4CW title around your shoulder…That meant a lot in the wrestling community, and while Bronx loved the banter, there was no denying that on the grand scheme of things. The 4CW championship meant a lot more than any title in ECWF. People from HKW all across the spectrum thought so. Aidan could hype up the company who didn’t give a shit about him as much as he would like, there was no hiding from that truth.
“I won’t let you down.”
He had repeated, but with each time he repeated that, he felt that same feeling in the pit of his stomach.
What if he did?
Bronx knew DAMN good and well that Aidan wasn’t thinking about losing, and that ambition could very well be his folly, but it was there for Bronx. Sometimes he wished he could sit down his opponents before the match, and just get a gauge on what they were thinking. Everywhere he had gone, Bronx had faced the best, he had faced the biggest dogs in the yard…Yet this time it felt just a little bit different now that he had a title over his shoulder.
Into war, he carried a banner—a flag. This wasn’t a troll match anymore. It was a match where if he lost, it looked bad on 4CW—the more popular company than ECWF with the wrestling community. While Bronx would try and turn that pressure on Aidan, it didn’t matter. He felt it, he felt every damn bit of it.
“Don’t lose or I’ll probably have to disown you.”
Ana Hayden had told him, and again he had flashed a smile, and again the pressure and the weight on his shoulders got heavier.
“Yeah, we’ll have to strip you of that title as soon as you’ve won it if you lose, you know.”
Bryan Williams had added, and Bronx gave him the one finger salute. Just how he would go into this match, and just how he would go out if he lost or won against Aidan Collins. One middle finger in the air, and his hand still clasped around the 4CW Championship, because no matter what he wouldn’t be losing that.
“I won’t let you down, either of you.”
Whatever happened, Bronx would come out just fine on the other side. Biblically, the Devil had come out a little worse for wear on every story that had been told.
Time to hand him another L.
“Just pretend that this is a rebuttal to whatever stupid shit Aidan Collins has to say, because I know all of his material anyway…”
Bronx shrugged.
“I see the headlines now: ECWF Champion Aidan Collins was so shook because of Bronxy V that he purposely dropped the ECWF Championship so this match would mean a little less if he lost it. Amazing.”
“Again, I’m not like you Aidan. I don’t have to pretend and lie so I can sound cool. I did watch the Aiden Collin’s Invitational. Please…Please tell me you weren’t in charge of coming up with the match idea of the ring raising every time someone was eliminated? Privately, people in your own company was making fun of that shit. Come on, man. It was cringeworthy, especially you coming out and pretending like it’s a big deal. Again, that’s the BEST IDEA a dude named “THE DEVIL” could think of? The fucking ring raising up every time someone gets eliminated? I bet you just thought it was such a good idea, because that’s all you get off on. Shit you come up with and shit you say. Much like your insults it, was childish as fuck.”
“Overall? I’m glad GOL ACTUALLY gets a champion in this match, because one of us lived up to our end of the bargain. The other one…Well…Here’s hoping you win it back in that Chamber, bud.”
“No, Aidan. I don’t need a safe space for your sophomoric insults. I’ve read and seen them all in ECWF anyway. Your insults are more like…Hmm…Well, to put it some terms you may understand because I know you struggle to understand the most basic shit like saying we needed to face on a neutral grounds so you wouldn’t an excuse…It’s like that episode of South Park, when the manatees choose the jokes on Family Guy. Wait, that’s it! You’re like a fucking walking episode of Family Guy. Shit, I can’t believe I’ve never noticed it before.”
“When you kick and scream every week like a little infant and just incoherently ramble while calling someone every negative name your small lexicon can come across—well, it kind of loses it’s meaning after a while. Right? It’s like having a coach, and I know you’ve never been athletic enough to play a sport because…Well…Look at you. A coach that just yells and screams all the time? Well, eventually the players are going to block that shit out. Unlucky for me, I’ve followed you for quite some time.”
“Eventually the yelping pup begins to become background noise. Eventually you get used to the chirping bird outside of your window and eventually you don’t hear it anyone. The noise doesn’t bother you. You’re white noise, Aidan. Everyone is starting to figure that out. You really think Kito, Cohen and Scott care about your white noise? Sure, you’ve got Adler lapping at whatever you’re dropping, but that’s because she is in the same boat as you, right? You’re after thoughts, and no matter how hard you try, you’ll never break free of ECWF, or you’ll never realize what is going on right under your fucking nose.”
“Aidan, you play this small piece in the bigger part of the puzzle, yet you think you are the piece that solves it all. You’re a border piece, you’re a piece that has to be there for the puzzle to be completed, but it doesn’t make it look any prettier if you’re not there. You can’t see the landscape changing before your very eyes, or maybe you can and you’re just too stubborn to admit it. The future is Rowen Kito. The future is Lacey Cohen, the future is Mia Scott just as it has been for the last 17 years or whatever in ECWF. You can pretend like you matter, but your tweets get no attention. Your conversations go no where and they’re constantly making fun of you for even trying to promote a match.”
“Now, I’m sure you expected me to bash you over being unable to hold on to the ECWF Undisputed championship…But I’m not. I don’t believe in kicking anyone while they’re down and taking the low-hanging fruit. It’s too easy. I’m going to leave those routes for you to take. As bad as I am, and as big of a troll as I am. I’m at least a little more dignified than “The Devil”, which I still laugh every time I hear that nickname from you. Imagine if “The Devil” was really like the wrestler Aidan Collins.”
“The Devil would get angry over people subtweeting, which by the way is another example of how you and Wulf are extremely alike. He gets mad over subtweeting as well. MAKES YOU THINK, FOLKS. The Devil would get angry online at people making fun of his stupid invitational which wasn’t even for the belt, it was to get into another match, which was a triple threat which really defeats the purpose of being an invitational to begin with. The Devil would fill his diaper up complaining about how he lost because of interference in a triple threat match where literally anything goes. Imagine being THAT stupid that you don’t prepare for something like that happening in a match where they're are no disqualifications. At least this hypothetical devil that I read about when I was a kid seemed pretty smart and deceiving, You’re too soft to be the devil, homie.”
“Honestly? You’re just lucky I decided to give you this match with me, Aidan. Because you no longer have a championship. You no longer have anything to your name. I’m rooting for you to win that Elimination Chamber match, just so you’ll actually be interesting for me to face. I just can’t get too excited for this match now that you’ve been knock down a peg. It would have been nice to tell everyone I’ve beaten the ECWF Champion, but now if I beat you, I’d just have to say former and that just doesn’t carry as much clout. This is the bad thing when you trigger someone so hard on Twitter that they pop off and challenge you to a match. Now? I’ve gotta go through with it. Now? I’ve got to face off in this match where I am the champion, the other guy isn’t and it’s just like defending my championship. I guess it’s fine, because I do need some practice as wrestling as a champion in 4CW, I guess you need to face someone worthwhile for once.”
Bronx glanced down and casually brushed his fingernails across his chest.
“So, I’m going to change my focus. I’m going to look at the bright side of all of this. While, you mean nothing more than a few 140 characters to me now, Aidan because you no longer are a champion. I’ve been wanting to wrestle for GOL for sometime now. I’ve flirted with wanting to be in some of their tournaments and such, but I am happy to be stepping inside their ring for the first time. It’s a good gauge of where we both are, right?”
“I’m also doing this for 4CW. It’s something I’ve not mentioned a whole lot, but I think you need to find out what we are about Aidan, because honestly? Behind the scenes I’ve talked about how capable you are. I’ve talked about how you would fit in rather well on the 4CW roster but instead you try and hang with those who…It’s just not meant for you to hang with. It’s not that you can’t, it’s that you’re being held back, and will continue to be held back.”
“4CW gets a bad reputation. Me joining and winning their championship probably doesn’t make that reputation any better. I don’t need to see or read your trash talk on your 1998 blog to respond to it. I’m giving you everything I have right out of the gate to give you all of the advantages because I don’t need them. In our match? You can have first punch. I’ll put my hands behind my back and let you strike, because I don’t need it. You can twist and turn my words all you want, I’ve heard it all before and if you’ve seen one Aidan Collins promo, you’ve seen them all because they’re all the same. I don’t need it. I don’t need to wait and see if you win the belt back in ECWF…Like I said. I’m ROOTING for you.”
“Some people care about that personal respect. I’m not shaking your hand after this match, Aidan. I’m not looking for you to approve of me, and no matter if you beat me or if I beat you, I’m not looking for your respect either way. You will respect 4CW after this match. You will realize why we are one of the longest running companies alongside ECWF. You will know, that we aren’t just some company full of dick and fart jokes and smoking weed. You’ll realize that roster is made up of some of the most talented men and women on the planet, and you’ll realize that because I am their champion. I represent them, and I will stop at nothing to make sure people know what kind of roster we’ve got over there.”
“Worst comes to worst? I lose to you fair and square in the middle of the GOL ring, BUT I am telling you Aidan. As much as I hate how cool and popular you think you are. As much as I hate how good you think you are when you’re not. As much as I knew what kind of champion you were in ECWF—an unproven one. I still think 4CW is for you. You’re going to waste in ECWF. If you don’t take anything in my promo seriously, because I am not even going to BOTHER looking at yours. Take this bit of advice seriously. Get out while you can before you’re stuck stuck facing that pussy boy Kaden Kessler for the next four months. Get out before you’re just fed to Lacey and Kito over and over. Get out, and stop wasting time over there in ECWF…And come to 4CW.”
“There? Maybe one day I can have the match I want, and it’s for the 4CW Championship. Until then? You're just ECWF scum. As much as you want to be different from those broody lesbians, nobody is ever going to see that if you’re hiding behind Lacey’s skirt tails. My last plea to you, Aidan.”
“Stop being a fucking pussy. Stop asking for permission. Stop smirking and laughing when a company won’t let me compete and then turn around and act like I’m the on being a pussy when I tried to come into your home company. You don’t have an argument, but you’re too stupid and ignorant to realize that. I don’t know, maybe you’re on the spectrum. Maybe you want to keep repeating the same old, same old in ECWF. There’s a reason, Aidan that with that company it’s been the same wrestlers for however many years. It’s because people realize that you can never break through that glass ceiling unless you have a name.”
“You won the championship, that’s the last time you’ll have it unless Kito, Lacey or Scott gets bored of it and moves on to something else. They treat you a lot how I treat you. A little yapping pup who will eventually bark himself out. That’s why I don’t hear from you on social media anymore, that’s why I muted your stupid ass, that’s why you post those stupid song lyrics constantly like an emo 14 year old girl because you got humbled. You can go on and feud with Kaden Kessler who can’t even fucking spell potato, or you can come to 4CW and actually BE something, be apart of something people care about.”
“Or, you can continue bickering with people on Twitter. You can hide behind the walls ECWF builds up, because there’s one thing for certain in 4CW. We don’t hide. Just like Wallace offered you a match in 4CW, just like if you signed up you’d be able to work yourself up to a title shot…I can say that about my company. They aren’t scared…Now? You’re grouped in with shitty ECWF…Do you really want that?”
“The results speak for themselves, Aidan! Lacey is your top star and the great wrestlers across the world don’t respect her because she won’t go and do anything outside of ECWF, and when she does and gets shit on…What does she do? She pretends it never happened. Sound familiar? Because you’re going to be on the verge of that soon, especially if you don’t beat me. If you don’t beat me, all eyes are going to be on you…Will you accept it like a man? Or will you be like Lacey, and will you do exactly what you did last time and pretend it never happened?”
Bronx opened his arms.
“Win or lose…Your destiny isn’t going to be defined, Aidan. But what company you decide to keep? That’s going to hang with you forever. Continue to be nobody, or I’ll see you in the big leagues…Then maybe you can win a championship that you would be proud of. See you at the top…Or at the bottom.”
“Don’t let me down, Aidan.”
Kennedy kissed Bronx goodbye, of course she was just joking. Of course it didn’t matter to her if he lost 1,000 matches he would never technically let her down. The words stuck with him though. He had heard similar words when he had taken the match with Aidan Collins. While a lot of it was tongue in cheek, the joking tones stayed the same with him. It was much like when some of your friends picked at you for a imperfection, while they didn’t mean anything by it, it still stuck with you.
“I won’t, promise.”
That was always his reply. Even as he signed off on the contract to face Aidan Collins, he had confidence as he signed his loopy signature, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t nervous as fuck. GOL had always been a favorable destination for him, but the uncommon ground was scary. Facing someone from ECWF was scary, because he knew every punch that Aidan carried, he carried it for how much Mia Scott disliked him, how much Lacey Allen wanted to see him pummeled, how badly Ashe Draven wanted to see him die, probably.
“I won’t let you down.”
On the other side, the hatred wasn’t the same. Nobody in 4CW knew what the fuck ECWF was until Bronx had began his tirade on Lacey. Adan would probably toss around the words like rage quit, but Bronx had never been in ECWF, only began targeting on the Puma because of her fake reign.
“I’ve always thought Collins was one of the good ones.”
Bronx had told everyone who had listened. It wasn’t that Bronx hated Aidan at all. It was Aidan’s blind loyalty to ECWF and the other wrestlers that had agitated Bronx enough to poke and prod Aidan enough to bait him into a match.
Wrestling wise, Aidan was fine. Wrestling wise, Bronx wasn’t even sure if he was better than Aidan was, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a fucking idiot.
“Don’t let us down, son.”
Perry Wallace had said to Bronx when he was taking the match with Aidan Collins. Once again, it was a wink, wink, nudge, nudge. But when you had the 4CW title around your shoulder…That meant a lot in the wrestling community, and while Bronx loved the banter, there was no denying that on the grand scheme of things. The 4CW championship meant a lot more than any title in ECWF. People from HKW all across the spectrum thought so. Aidan could hype up the company who didn’t give a shit about him as much as he would like, there was no hiding from that truth.
“I won’t let you down.”
He had repeated, but with each time he repeated that, he felt that same feeling in the pit of his stomach.
What if he did?
Bronx knew DAMN good and well that Aidan wasn’t thinking about losing, and that ambition could very well be his folly, but it was there for Bronx. Sometimes he wished he could sit down his opponents before the match, and just get a gauge on what they were thinking. Everywhere he had gone, Bronx had faced the best, he had faced the biggest dogs in the yard…Yet this time it felt just a little bit different now that he had a title over his shoulder.
Into war, he carried a banner—a flag. This wasn’t a troll match anymore. It was a match where if he lost, it looked bad on 4CW—the more popular company than ECWF with the wrestling community. While Bronx would try and turn that pressure on Aidan, it didn’t matter. He felt it, he felt every damn bit of it.
“Don’t lose or I’ll probably have to disown you.”
Ana Hayden had told him, and again he had flashed a smile, and again the pressure and the weight on his shoulders got heavier.
“Yeah, we’ll have to strip you of that title as soon as you’ve won it if you lose, you know.”
Bryan Williams had added, and Bronx gave him the one finger salute. Just how he would go into this match, and just how he would go out if he lost or won against Aidan Collins. One middle finger in the air, and his hand still clasped around the 4CW Championship, because no matter what he wouldn’t be losing that.
“I won’t let you down, either of you.”
Whatever happened, Bronx would come out just fine on the other side. Biblically, the Devil had come out a little worse for wear on every story that had been told.
Time to hand him another L.
+++
“Just pretend that this is a rebuttal to whatever stupid shit Aidan Collins has to say, because I know all of his material anyway…”
Bronx shrugged.
“I see the headlines now: ECWF Champion Aidan Collins was so shook because of Bronxy V that he purposely dropped the ECWF Championship so this match would mean a little less if he lost it. Amazing.”
“Again, I’m not like you Aidan. I don’t have to pretend and lie so I can sound cool. I did watch the Aiden Collin’s Invitational. Please…Please tell me you weren’t in charge of coming up with the match idea of the ring raising every time someone was eliminated? Privately, people in your own company was making fun of that shit. Come on, man. It was cringeworthy, especially you coming out and pretending like it’s a big deal. Again, that’s the BEST IDEA a dude named “THE DEVIL” could think of? The fucking ring raising up every time someone gets eliminated? I bet you just thought it was such a good idea, because that’s all you get off on. Shit you come up with and shit you say. Much like your insults it, was childish as fuck.”
“Overall? I’m glad GOL ACTUALLY gets a champion in this match, because one of us lived up to our end of the bargain. The other one…Well…Here’s hoping you win it back in that Chamber, bud.”
“No, Aidan. I don’t need a safe space for your sophomoric insults. I’ve read and seen them all in ECWF anyway. Your insults are more like…Hmm…Well, to put it some terms you may understand because I know you struggle to understand the most basic shit like saying we needed to face on a neutral grounds so you wouldn’t an excuse…It’s like that episode of South Park, when the manatees choose the jokes on Family Guy. Wait, that’s it! You’re like a fucking walking episode of Family Guy. Shit, I can’t believe I’ve never noticed it before.”
“When you kick and scream every week like a little infant and just incoherently ramble while calling someone every negative name your small lexicon can come across—well, it kind of loses it’s meaning after a while. Right? It’s like having a coach, and I know you’ve never been athletic enough to play a sport because…Well…Look at you. A coach that just yells and screams all the time? Well, eventually the players are going to block that shit out. Unlucky for me, I’ve followed you for quite some time.”
“Eventually the yelping pup begins to become background noise. Eventually you get used to the chirping bird outside of your window and eventually you don’t hear it anyone. The noise doesn’t bother you. You’re white noise, Aidan. Everyone is starting to figure that out. You really think Kito, Cohen and Scott care about your white noise? Sure, you’ve got Adler lapping at whatever you’re dropping, but that’s because she is in the same boat as you, right? You’re after thoughts, and no matter how hard you try, you’ll never break free of ECWF, or you’ll never realize what is going on right under your fucking nose.”
“Aidan, you play this small piece in the bigger part of the puzzle, yet you think you are the piece that solves it all. You’re a border piece, you’re a piece that has to be there for the puzzle to be completed, but it doesn’t make it look any prettier if you’re not there. You can’t see the landscape changing before your very eyes, or maybe you can and you’re just too stubborn to admit it. The future is Rowen Kito. The future is Lacey Cohen, the future is Mia Scott just as it has been for the last 17 years or whatever in ECWF. You can pretend like you matter, but your tweets get no attention. Your conversations go no where and they’re constantly making fun of you for even trying to promote a match.”
“Now, I’m sure you expected me to bash you over being unable to hold on to the ECWF Undisputed championship…But I’m not. I don’t believe in kicking anyone while they’re down and taking the low-hanging fruit. It’s too easy. I’m going to leave those routes for you to take. As bad as I am, and as big of a troll as I am. I’m at least a little more dignified than “The Devil”, which I still laugh every time I hear that nickname from you. Imagine if “The Devil” was really like the wrestler Aidan Collins.”
“The Devil would get angry over people subtweeting, which by the way is another example of how you and Wulf are extremely alike. He gets mad over subtweeting as well. MAKES YOU THINK, FOLKS. The Devil would get angry online at people making fun of his stupid invitational which wasn’t even for the belt, it was to get into another match, which was a triple threat which really defeats the purpose of being an invitational to begin with. The Devil would fill his diaper up complaining about how he lost because of interference in a triple threat match where literally anything goes. Imagine being THAT stupid that you don’t prepare for something like that happening in a match where they're are no disqualifications. At least this hypothetical devil that I read about when I was a kid seemed pretty smart and deceiving, You’re too soft to be the devil, homie.”
“Honestly? You’re just lucky I decided to give you this match with me, Aidan. Because you no longer have a championship. You no longer have anything to your name. I’m rooting for you to win that Elimination Chamber match, just so you’ll actually be interesting for me to face. I just can’t get too excited for this match now that you’ve been knock down a peg. It would have been nice to tell everyone I’ve beaten the ECWF Champion, but now if I beat you, I’d just have to say former and that just doesn’t carry as much clout. This is the bad thing when you trigger someone so hard on Twitter that they pop off and challenge you to a match. Now? I’ve gotta go through with it. Now? I’ve got to face off in this match where I am the champion, the other guy isn’t and it’s just like defending my championship. I guess it’s fine, because I do need some practice as wrestling as a champion in 4CW, I guess you need to face someone worthwhile for once.”
Bronx glanced down and casually brushed his fingernails across his chest.
“So, I’m going to change my focus. I’m going to look at the bright side of all of this. While, you mean nothing more than a few 140 characters to me now, Aidan because you no longer are a champion. I’ve been wanting to wrestle for GOL for sometime now. I’ve flirted with wanting to be in some of their tournaments and such, but I am happy to be stepping inside their ring for the first time. It’s a good gauge of where we both are, right?”
“I’m also doing this for 4CW. It’s something I’ve not mentioned a whole lot, but I think you need to find out what we are about Aidan, because honestly? Behind the scenes I’ve talked about how capable you are. I’ve talked about how you would fit in rather well on the 4CW roster but instead you try and hang with those who…It’s just not meant for you to hang with. It’s not that you can’t, it’s that you’re being held back, and will continue to be held back.”
“4CW gets a bad reputation. Me joining and winning their championship probably doesn’t make that reputation any better. I don’t need to see or read your trash talk on your 1998 blog to respond to it. I’m giving you everything I have right out of the gate to give you all of the advantages because I don’t need them. In our match? You can have first punch. I’ll put my hands behind my back and let you strike, because I don’t need it. You can twist and turn my words all you want, I’ve heard it all before and if you’ve seen one Aidan Collins promo, you’ve seen them all because they’re all the same. I don’t need it. I don’t need to wait and see if you win the belt back in ECWF…Like I said. I’m ROOTING for you.”
“Some people care about that personal respect. I’m not shaking your hand after this match, Aidan. I’m not looking for you to approve of me, and no matter if you beat me or if I beat you, I’m not looking for your respect either way. You will respect 4CW after this match. You will realize why we are one of the longest running companies alongside ECWF. You will know, that we aren’t just some company full of dick and fart jokes and smoking weed. You’ll realize that roster is made up of some of the most talented men and women on the planet, and you’ll realize that because I am their champion. I represent them, and I will stop at nothing to make sure people know what kind of roster we’ve got over there.”
“Worst comes to worst? I lose to you fair and square in the middle of the GOL ring, BUT I am telling you Aidan. As much as I hate how cool and popular you think you are. As much as I hate how good you think you are when you’re not. As much as I knew what kind of champion you were in ECWF—an unproven one. I still think 4CW is for you. You’re going to waste in ECWF. If you don’t take anything in my promo seriously, because I am not even going to BOTHER looking at yours. Take this bit of advice seriously. Get out while you can before you’re stuck stuck facing that pussy boy Kaden Kessler for the next four months. Get out before you’re just fed to Lacey and Kito over and over. Get out, and stop wasting time over there in ECWF…And come to 4CW.”
“There? Maybe one day I can have the match I want, and it’s for the 4CW Championship. Until then? You're just ECWF scum. As much as you want to be different from those broody lesbians, nobody is ever going to see that if you’re hiding behind Lacey’s skirt tails. My last plea to you, Aidan.”
“Stop being a fucking pussy. Stop asking for permission. Stop smirking and laughing when a company won’t let me compete and then turn around and act like I’m the on being a pussy when I tried to come into your home company. You don’t have an argument, but you’re too stupid and ignorant to realize that. I don’t know, maybe you’re on the spectrum. Maybe you want to keep repeating the same old, same old in ECWF. There’s a reason, Aidan that with that company it’s been the same wrestlers for however many years. It’s because people realize that you can never break through that glass ceiling unless you have a name.”
“You won the championship, that’s the last time you’ll have it unless Kito, Lacey or Scott gets bored of it and moves on to something else. They treat you a lot how I treat you. A little yapping pup who will eventually bark himself out. That’s why I don’t hear from you on social media anymore, that’s why I muted your stupid ass, that’s why you post those stupid song lyrics constantly like an emo 14 year old girl because you got humbled. You can go on and feud with Kaden Kessler who can’t even fucking spell potato, or you can come to 4CW and actually BE something, be apart of something people care about.”
“Or, you can continue bickering with people on Twitter. You can hide behind the walls ECWF builds up, because there’s one thing for certain in 4CW. We don’t hide. Just like Wallace offered you a match in 4CW, just like if you signed up you’d be able to work yourself up to a title shot…I can say that about my company. They aren’t scared…Now? You’re grouped in with shitty ECWF…Do you really want that?”
“The results speak for themselves, Aidan! Lacey is your top star and the great wrestlers across the world don’t respect her because she won’t go and do anything outside of ECWF, and when she does and gets shit on…What does she do? She pretends it never happened. Sound familiar? Because you’re going to be on the verge of that soon, especially if you don’t beat me. If you don’t beat me, all eyes are going to be on you…Will you accept it like a man? Or will you be like Lacey, and will you do exactly what you did last time and pretend it never happened?”
Bronx opened his arms.
“Win or lose…Your destiny isn’t going to be defined, Aidan. But what company you decide to keep? That’s going to hang with you forever. Continue to be nobody, or I’ll see you in the big leagues…Then maybe you can win a championship that you would be proud of. See you at the top…Or at the bottom.”
“Don’t let me down, Aidan.”