Post by "Iron Heart" Ethan King on Jul 29, 2017 23:35:00 GMT -5
The Ultimate Series: Episode 3 - Intellectual
Starring Ethan King and Gavino Octavian Deltas
Producer Note: All Episodes of The Ultimate Series were filmed prior to the 29th of July, 2017.
Starring Ethan King and Gavino Octavian Deltas
Producer Note: All Episodes of The Ultimate Series were filmed prior to the 29th of July, 2017.
The scene opens up to Ethan King and Gavino sitting in a library. They are situated at a rounded wooden table in a rather quiet corner, where it appears that most people are either students working on assignments, or older people looking to get their daily finer reading done. The two sharply outfitted men, however, are doing neither of those things. Ethan is sitting at a laptop, with his hand resting upon his chin, as though he were waiting for a magnificent idea to bubble up to the surface of his mind and burst out. Meanwhile, Gavino looked far more confident in his thoughts – in the sense that he appeared quite incensed and ready to ‘burst out’ himself.
“Tell me, what is it that you plan on doing next? What’s the next expense you’re going to cost me?”
Gavino Octavian Deltas, big time Los Angeles businessman and Ethan King’s manager as of 2017, stands before him with his hands on his hips, lips pursed together tightly, with an edgy note in his voice that Ethan hadn’t ever heard before.
“What are you talking about?”
With an exasperated expression, Gavino shakes his head, inhaling deeply before speaking.
“First, you decide it’s a great idea to hire out an entire auditorium.”
“Yep.”
“Then you hire stagehands.”
Ethan nods along, although he doesn’t seem to understand what his agent is getting at.
“After that, you buy a replica mask, statue, and temple. Along with a sword and shield and Greek-armour set.”
“Mhm.”
“All with MY money.”
“Well, yeah. That’s kind of the point. I haven’t gotten my Ultimate Showdown appearance bonus yet, plus I haven’t gone on any shows or shit recently. I’ll be able to cover my own costs after I win whichever belt I end up with – which at the bare minimum will be the Television Title – but for now, I’m just going to need your financial support, you know? This is what you signed up for.”
In complete disbelief, Gavino splutters before speaking.
“So you’re telling me, you didn’t only buy an indecently priced TV just so you could break a sledgehammer – which you also happened to purchase – but you also thought it’d be a good idea to hire out an entire auditorium without asking me first? Or even just letting me know?”
“Lower your voice, man. We’re in the library.”
Gavino recoiled backward in shock, as if Ethan’s words has rocked him to the very core.
“Since when have you ever cared about anyone but yourself?”
Ethan shrugs, conceding the point.
“Look, Gavin. Think about it. You were the one who told me that if I wanted to increase my stock, I’m going to need to show why I’m unique. Besides, you can’t just act like Sidney J Warwick and hang out with the same dude every fucking week, pulling out the same old shoot and hoping for the best. You have to be versatile, you have to change the game week in and week out, I’ve learned that the hard way. Nobody wants to see me mope around like a depressed cunt all the time, just like nobody wants to see SJW go on about ‘individual rights’ and ‘environmentally friendly cars’ and all that crap. You know what I’m saying?”
“In some aspects, I do. I really do. But did you really need to go that all out? Just to throw some shots at Rabid and Necurat? Don’t you think you’ve been in the company a little too long now to be doing some dramatic crap like that?”
Ethan smiles, although it is clear it was merely perfunctory. He doesn’t even bother to glance over towards Gavino, as he types away on the sleek grey laptop that he has in front of him. His hands work in a flurry as his fingers move across the keyboard fluidly.
“Ethan?”
“Yeah, yeah. Look, I’ll ask you next time, alright? It’s just important that at times like these? You distinguish yourself. There’s eight other guys stepping into that ring with me at Ultimate Showdown, and I’m the one planning on coming out on top.”
“What about David? Or Steven? You’re just going to walk on over them to cement your place?”
He receives an immediate shake of the head from his client, who seems confused as to why he would even be asked that question.
“No, that’d only lead to mutual annihilation for all three of us. I’m not going to step over them, we’re going to work together to accomplish what we set out to do, and that’s with all of us landing in the final three. And then? Things will work themselves out.”
He smiles to himself as he says this, for while it is mostly the truth, there are some things that are better not said. Like the fact that he would prefer he be the one to walk out of the Showdown with the World Title strapped around his waist, and that if it does end up coming down to it – he’ll take that opportunity with open arms. But why say something that could potentially lead to more tension down the road? He knows that while this may be a race, it’s about taking it slow and ensuring that he makes no wrong moves, takes no incorrect steps whilst he journeys up to the very top of the mountain – the World Heavyweight Championship.
As he continues to type away, words filling up on the screen before him, Gavino leans in from his side of the table, trying to get a better look at what Ethan is working on. He tries this for a few seconds, before finding the attempt futile.
“What’s that you’re typing up? Don’t tell me you’re making an order for some more shit to cut your next promo.”
“What? No. This IS my next promo.”
“You’re writing yourself a script?”
Ethan shakes his head no, while moving one hand away from the keyboard to grab at a half-filled water bottle by his side. He lifts it towards his lips and takes a couple of sips, before placing it back down at his side.
“Nah. I’m doing one of those blog posts. Sidney fancies himself as a bit of an intellectual, so I’m sure he’ll enjoy this fine read I’ve gone out of my way to write up for him. Besides, I need to save my more creative attempts for people who actually matter, you know? Maybe I’ll go to a cemetery when I eventually have to shoot on Gravedigger, or a hospital when I need to put in some work against Jayson Price. Who knows what I’ll do, all I know is…”
He trails off, as he takes one last look at the screen, before making a deliberate point of pressing hard on the full stop key, signifying the end of his work.
“All you know is…?”
Ethan King chuckles, before navigating around the computer screen momentarily and publishing his post. He waves a hand in the air before him, as if suggesting that Gavino rid himself of the thought, as he gestures towards the laptop screen.
“Never mind. Just see for yourself.”
BLOG ENTRY: A Lesson For The Incompetent
Hello all, and welcome to what I believe to be my third ever blog post. I’ve never found myself to be the literary type, I must admit. I was always a slacker in college and when it comes to the way I talk, I’m simply not as eloquent as guys like David and Steven, who can come off as real intellectuals when they want to be, you know what I’m saying?
Another guy who attempts to come off in this way, is our residential Alpha Champion, a man who in his first ever match in the WCF managed to come away with two victories, one of them earning him the aforementioned Alpha Belt. His name is Sidney J Warwick, and when it comes to Ultimate Showdown?
He is way out of his fucking depth.
Hello, Sidney. We’ve met before, I know. But I’d like to reintroduce myself to you, seeing as though you’ve probably forgotten what happened the last time we were in a ring together. I’m thinking this mostly because it seems as though you’ve got a mild case of ADHD or some shit, judging by the way you jump from topic to topic and bring up wholly irrelevant bullshit almost 99% of the time during your promotional videos – but we’ll look aside from that fact at the moment, for I have other things to talk about when it comes to you.
But again, let me hit you up with some facts.
I am the future of this company, no if ands or buts about it. Sure, it’s a generic claim that has been made by many of the perennial losers who have gone down to their local stores and bought a fresh copy of ‘How To Heel 101’, but I’ve been around long enough for most people to realize that this claim? It’s the most truthful thing they’ve ever heard.
At a humble twenty-two years of age, I boast a record that most men many years my senior could only dream of. I have wrestled roughly twenty-five matches, and over that relatively small sample size I have walked away with three championships to my name – all of which I have never been defeated for. To go along with this, I have never lost a championship match that I have stepped into, and to even further my case, I have never been pinned, nor I have ever tapped out, in a wrestling ring.
So, Sidney. I know you’re a man who is all about probabilities and likelihood. So, take a look at everything I just laid out for you, are you seeing a recurring theme here? I don’t really lose. I don’t know what it’s like to be on the harshest end of a defeat. I’ve never been the one to let down my team, or eat a pinfall at the hands of another man, nor have I ever felt what it’s like to come so close to a championship, only to let it slip through my fingers as I watch someone else take what I feel is rightfully mine. Most men that have gone through 25 matches? They’ve taken their fair share of losses, they’ve lost a few championship matches here or there, and most men with that amount of matches? Have a severely mediocre record.
And that, that’s where you start to see the differences between your average man, and a guy like myself. A guy like myself is a pure-bred, dominant winner. And through my consistent results that have spanned over the course of my career, I should be classified as one of the favourites to walk out with the victory in this style of match. After all, I’ve often been labelled as a tag-team wrestler, and although my first championship was of the singles variety, I have found quite a lot of success in the tag division, as is evident by my astounding run in 2017 thus far. What that means is, I am uniquely outfitted to perform incredibly in a match of this type, most of the matches I have found myself in have been multi-man matches and… unlike you… I oftentimes find myself coming up against the ‘best of the best’ in these types of matches. Whether it be Gravedigger, Jayson Price, Andre Holmes, or John Rabid, every time I step into a multi-man match with any calibre of opponent, I am the one who ends up walking away with the victory in hand, and the paycheque to follow.
Now, while you perhaps can lay claim to some of those things that I have just said. Such as never being pinned, never losing a championship match, et cetera. There are many things that you don’t possess that I on the other hand, do have at my disposal. And these are what I just brought up, such as big match experience, multiple championship wins, battles against men who have recently been said to be some of the best talent the WCF has to offer.
To keep it short, simple, and sweet, I am the epitome of what you would call a ‘rising star’. In this ring, I am pretty much a prodigy. Prior to becoming a wrestler, I was nothing but a college boy who was looking to pay the fees that this ‘dastardly capitalist society’ makes us pay to get some education for ourselves, which was my initial motivation for becoming a wrestler in the first place. And then, over the course of the year, I became one of the most dominant men to step foot into a WCF ring. Funny how that works, hmm?
Anyway, enough about me. Besides, I’m quite prone to going on lengthy spiels about myself, which tends to happen once you’ve put together a career that is nearly-flawless in just over a year’s time. So let’s switch topics, shall we? Let’s talk about you, Sidney. Because if you think about it… not much is really known about you, now is it? Sure, we have the basic foundation all layered out. You’re for the most part the typical intellectual type who acts as though his wrestling career is going to be his own personal (although slightly less dramatic) version of the Crusades. Except this Crusade isn’t against another force, rather, it is for the ‘betterment’ of the people, so others can become aware of the problems that plague out society. Am I getting it right? If I’m missing a few parts, you can be sure to tell me and I’ll update it at a later date, but I believe I’ve got the gist of it at this point in time.
But yes, other than that Sidney, what are you? I don’t think you ever got the memo about having your nickname be your initials not being a proper excuse for having little to no personality or development during your short time here. Like seriously, have you not watched an FPV promo? At least he put some time and effort into doing some scenes with some different people and shit, you? You and your cameraman, or your ‘producer’, or whatever the fuck he is. It’s always just the two of you, you and him, doing the same old shit, week in and week out. At first, it was relatively new and interesting, you had a decent concept going for a moment there, document the span of your career and see what came out of it. But that little arc? It has already managed to run its course.
Here’s another problem for you: the shortening attention spans of the world’s population. The amount of small screen time our men, women and children find themselves spending on a daily basis is leading to our attention spans becoming shorter and shorter. Do you know what that means? It means you need to be more effective and to the point. It means you have to stop fucking dawdling and make sure you let your objective be known the moment you set out on accomplishing it. This attention span thing serves to impact many areas of our lives. For one, it means that writers and the like have to use less complex sentences, and ensure they are keeping everything short, snappy and to the point, so that it grabs the reader’s attention. It also means that public speakers need to pay attention to various persuasive techniques and the like, so that they can ‘hook’ the audience and make sure they don’t just forget to pay attention half way through their presentations, conferences, or whatever it is they are speaking for. It also means that things such as car accidents are becoming more prominent the more we get ‘attached’ to these little screens that we carry around with us.
But how is this relevant to you, exactly? Well, SJW. Basically, what it means is… if you want to be a successful wrestler, and if you want to make sure you’re getting across whatever message it is that you want to get across, you need to have some flair to you. You have to have things that no-one else has. Whether it be a hard hitting shoot, comedy, never before seen intensity. Whatever it is, you need to have your own thing that distinguishes you from the rest of the pack, and that… that’s where you fall over.
Sidney, you’re basically a fucked up crossover of Caleb Ronan and Dagvald Riddik (albeit, a far more politically correct version of him). One was a blogger or some shit who documented his every week of wrestling onto his page – similar to what you do – and the other was a crazed fuck trying to get his own ‘message’ across to the people, except he was attempting to do it through the internet title. The difference between you and them though? Is that they actually had some substance to them. Ronan was almost regarded as a comic relief guy, in the sense that he simply didn’t ‘fit in’ with the rest of the locker room. On the other hand, Dag was so obnoxious and inane, and so whole-heartedly determined towards his caused, that it caused a majority of people to either entirely love him, or utterly despise him (mostly the latter).
You, on the other hand? You get no reaction. Whenever somebody sees a video of yours, whenever somebody reads a tweet typed out by your hand, whenever you make your entrance and step into that ring? You hear one gigantic uttering ring through your ears.
Meh.
That’s the reaction you get. For all your passionate talk, for all your useless rambling that you do every week without fail, that’s the biggest reaction you’ve ever managed to get. And that basically sums up your career up until this point, because as I said earlier; you’ve failed to distinguish yourself, you haven’t shown anyone why you have the ‘X-Factor’ to actually have a meaningful career here in the WCF.
How about we dive into more specifics, instead of just general accusations?
First, let’s take a look at the most important thing of all. Your ability to wrestle. After all, this is the thing that brings in the results. Sure, you can get into your opponents head and inhibit their performance to some degree, but for the most part, it’s all down to how good of a wrestler you are, and if that can translate to wins rather than losses.
And so far, you’ve been doing well. You’ve won the Alpha Championship, which is a decent start. But when you take a look at your general arsenal of moves, you start to see reasons why your ‘game-plan’ when it comes to in the ring action… probably isn’t going to work out.
First of all, you have a terribly slow work rate in comparison to most of the upper-echelon stars in the WCF, including myself. Your moves mostly consist of holds, locks, and the odd impact move here or there that are supposed to keep your opponents down for the count. Other than that, you have almost nothing at your disposal. You do not have incredible strength, you do not have a towering or overly impressive physique, your speed is pretty much just straight-up mediocre. The only thing you offer to the table is an assortment of ‘fancy pin attempts’ which, unless you manage to catch your opponent by surprise, which is hard to do considering we’re all professional fucking wrestlers, are literally worthless and pose no threat to any wrestler that has even a clue of what they’re doing in the ring.
Due to you being a slow-paced wrestler, that leaves you in an awfully precarious place for this Ultimate Showdown match. You see, besides you and I, there are going to be seven other wrestlers that are shoved in between those ropes, all duking it out for the top spot in the company. That means that there’s going to be many bodies flying around, it also means that there’s a high chance you’ll be blindsided, caught off guard, and taken by surprise. You have to be a capable wrestler, you have to be able to adapt to any situation at hand, and you need to be prepared to take any advantage that you can get.
You? You aren’t very capable of doing that, now are you? You have a more methodical, slower style that hands itself better to matches that allow you to show off your skills one on one. Hell, even tag matches are better suited for your style than this Ultimate Clusterfuck that you’re going to be participating in on Sunday. You, my friend, are quite literally being thrown into the lions’ den for this one, and it’s highly improbable that you give anyone too much trouble in this style of match.
Another reason why you’re not suited to be in the ring with the WCF Elite? You’re inexperienced. You have no idea what it is like to be stepping into the ring with the cream of the crop. The closest you’ve gotten to coming up against someone even mildly decent in the ring is Dion Necurat, and even he himself is still fresh-faced when it comes to being a part of the main-event scene. If you couldn’t even get a pin over him, then what makes you think you stand any chance of surviving even relatively long in this match?
Since you joined the WCF, you’ve spent most of your time wailing on insignificant scrubs such as Damian Kaine and Jaice Wilds. Like, does anybody even acknowledge who these people are? Or are they just names that we say for comedic effect? I’m going to opt for the latter.
Meanwhile, I have gone and defeated World Champions (and before anyone makes the tired old argument that these have only been in tag matches, I have pinned both Wade Moor and Steve Orbit), I have toppled legends and losers alike.
Fun Fact: The last four World Champions? I have beat each and every one of them at least once previously. My record against the best this company can offer is immaculate, and over my career I have gained enough experience to know how to combat these men that have held the World in their hands.
You, SJW? You’re still green, you’re still a rookie in every sense of the word. Look at your simple, one-dimensional way of cutting promotions, look at the championship you’re holding, look at the bottom of the barrel competition you face on a weekly basis. It’s all becoming too much for us in the upper-card to bear, knowing that we’re going to have to step into a ring with a guy who hasn’t sniffed anything even close to our level (unless you count Dion’s homelessness as ‘upper-echelon’ LMAO).
Honestly, it’s pathetic. And it’s sad that you’re being thrown into this match as the Alpha Champion – no one should be handed that fate, no one should be expected to have to compete in a match of this calibre when they haven’t even spent at least a few months within the organization. But unfortunately, Sidney… that’s exactly where you have landed. And I’m going to be showing you no mercy, not one little bit.
Now that you’ve been accurately crucified for both your lack of wrestling ability, and your lack of experience, how about we move onto your promo work? This is the part where I’m going to go deep into your psyche, and expose you and all that good shit. But we’ll get to that. For now, we have to stick to the basis.
First off, we come to your promo work. And LMAO this is fucking pathetic. I said it before, but you have go to be arguably one of the most one-dimensional cunts on the roster. You would think that a guy who is coming here to try and ‘better’ the world and spread knowledge about the worlds issues would actually have an interesting thing or two to say. But nope, instead, we get the same shit every week.
You’ve had no development during your career whatsoever. The best way to describe you is that each week, we’re literally watching ‘A Day In The Life Of SJW”, where you randomly stumble your way through shoots against your opponent, have some interaction with your producer, bring up a world issue every now and again. Then… you…
1: Rinse.
2: Repeat.
3: Fail.
Usually, the ‘3’ in that little trio would be ‘Profit’, but let’s be honest here. What profit are you making? None in the fucking slightest. All you’re doing every week is depicting an ‘intelligent man’ who has problems with the world we live in. Who fucking doesn’t? We’re living in a shit-hole, with people that are equally shit who are living shitty, depressing lives.
Because of all this, you have basically killed your terrible fucking career before it could even get started. You’ve pretty much made it so that you generate no interest with the crowd, because they don’t understand anything you’re fucking talking about. Add that along with the fact that you have almost zero entertainment value, and that you’re one of the least marketable guys on the roster, and you’ve literally almost completed a total career suicide, hardly two months into your tenure with the WCF. Great. Fucking. Work.
Seriously. Even your producer has stated every now and again that even HE finds you boring, and this is the guy that’s meant to be supporting you and making sure that you’re making the best decisions to help bring in the most success. When THAT moron is criticizing you, it’s a sign that maybe you need to step back and take a look at what you’re doing. This links directly back to the argument that you have little flash or substance to your game, you literally just do the same thing over and over and over again in the same tired old repetitive cycle, hoping that nobody will realize and that you’ll continue to get the chance to rant about whatever it is you’re made about at that current point in time.
Sure enough, people are already starting to see through it. People like myself, people who can see a pretentious, false-bravado filled cunt like yourself when I see them. You are a literal façade, a smokescreen, everything you do is fake and you’re doing it for your own personal gain somewhere down the road. This isn’t about you being a good guy, or you wanted to change the world, or any of that shit. I know what you really are.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying this shit because I’m mad that you’re not actually the great guy you make yourself out to be. I don’t have a problem with that. The problem I have with it is that you’re being a complete pussy about it. You aren’t manning up and admitting that in reality, you don’t give a single fuck about all the ‘disadvantaged’ that you seem to care for so dearly. You don’t care about the problems others have, you’re just a smile and a bunch of niceties that are utilized to hide behind a more vicious, darker intent.
Basically, what I’m saying is… you’re a fucking coward.
Let’s think about this for a moment. Think about every time SJW has preached about something in one of his promotional videos. Whether it be foreigners not being ‘given a fair go’, or women not getting the respect they deserve in the wrestling industry. When has SJW EVER, and I mean EVER, gone out of his way to help people in those categories? When have you ever seen SJW try and help an aspiring female wrestler try and make her way into the big leagues? When has he ever shown sympathy for someone living in a Third World Country? While he acts as though he actually feels sorry for these people in front of the camera, there has been no concrete evidence that this isn’t all just a bunch of words he is stringing together nicely in an attempt to garner support from the wider audience. If anything, SJW is almost like a politician making false promised – it honestly wouldn’t surprise me if he’s lied about his background, and he’s a previously failed politician, because with the amount of lies and bullshit this guy’s been spitting? He’d fit the role quite fucking nicely if you ask me.
And you know what clued me into all of this from the beginning? What made me start researching deeper into you, Sidney? Your second promo in the WCF, when you knocked your producer out of the way after winning the Alpha Championship. You pushed him out of the way as if he meant nothing, because you were too keen on celebrating your winning of the title. All he wanted was your thoughts on your next match, but no, your championship victory was far, far too important for that, now wasn’t it?
What happened to people being equal? What happened to each person deserving respect? Did becoming a champion put you far beyond the level of the Jaice’s and Damian’s of this world? Judging by that, it seems like you certainly thought so.
While a proud man would show his true colours and reveal his actual intentions to the world, you prefer to bide your time patiently. You pretend to be a hero, when in reality you’re just sitting by, defending your belt against the lowest of the low, until you’ve finally hit the three month mark of your reign and you’re able to challenge one on one for the grand prize. That’s what you’re waiting for, you’re waiting for the moment we’re you’re able to surprise everybody.
But that’s not how it’s going to go down.
What’s going to happen to you, SJW? It’s quite simple, really. You’re going to enter this match, and you’re going to get absolutely fucking bodied. Like I said earlier – you’re an outlier when it comes to this match. You don’t have the skill, physical tools, or mind frame that’s going to allow you to become a high achieve in this Ultimate Showdown match. After that, you’re going to go right back down to the low-card, defending your title every now and again against weak competition until you’ve hit that three month mark, and then… you’re going to be given an option. Continue to wait and bide your time, or challenge the World Champion.
And by then? The World Championship will be in the hands of Everest, and that’s when your career starts to fall apart right before it could even properly get started. You’re going to get your shit kicked in, you’re going to step up to the plate and get knocked the fuck down, just like everyone’s going to expect you will, because while you may be a solid competitor, you’re not on the Everest level. Hell, you’re not even on the current Pantheon level, or The Three Kings level. You’re a few tiers below that, which means that you don’t have even the slightest chance of walking away with the World Title.
But that, Sidney? That’s all awaiting you in the future. For now, you’ve got bigger things to look forward to. Like this week, when you step into the ring with 8 of the WCF’s best. For the rest of us? It’s a match to see who will be the one to walk out with the World Heavyweight Championship. But for you?
It’s a fight for survival.
One that no matter what world or universe you lived in, you’ll never be able to win.
Farewell, Sidney J Warwick. Until next time.