Post by Tiffany White on May 1, 2016 16:38:44 GMT -5
Prelude #2
I want to tell you a story. The story of a woman named Sophie Watanabe.
Sophie couldn’t believe her eyes. Her old schoolmate Tiffany White on national TV. As a fucking professional wrestler. She’d have never even considered something like that happening. Her boyfriend Dave couldn’t believe it either. His own girlfriend, an old friend of WCF TV Champ Tiffany White. Unbelievable.
Gradually, the two began to watch Slams more often together. Sophie learned about the other wrestlers in the federation. People like Joey Flash and Steve Orbit and Teo Del Sol. Her least favorite person was easily Jared Holmes. She considered him the slimiest most disgusting man she had ever seen, and would take heavy offense to the way he treated his girlfriend Thursday. Dave (a closet #beachkrewe fan) could feel this, yet knew not to make his feelings known.
But no matter the person in the main event, for Sophie the highlight of the night would always be watching her girl Tiffany defend that TV belt week in and week out. Sophie could feel herself somehow reconnecting to Tiffany, even though the two hadn’t seen each other in person for years. So when Dave offered to get tickets to one of the WCF’s marquee events in Aftermath, the decision was a no brainer.
After long hours of travel, the couple finally made it to the arena. The tickets they had gotten weren’t the best, and the best view of the action they could get was from the TitanTron, but it didn’t matter to Sophie. She was just glad to be there.
After a few useless matches in her own eyes, finally the time came. The Television Title match. Tiffany White versus some british prick named Johnny Rabid. As soon as White came through those curtains, Sophie joined the thousands in attendance on her feet, cheering her heart out. As much as Dave wanted to root for his #BK boy Rabid, he knew if he did he’d be crucified by everyone in the arena, so he politely kept his opinion to himself.
Finally, the match starts. Lots of back and forth between the two early on. An early pin attempt by White leads to Rabid just barely missing the three count, and an even bigger mark out moment from Sophie. Among this crowd, Sophie is no longer a struggling nurse trying to be successful, she’s a wrestling fan who desperately wants her girl to win.
After it seems like Rabid has used up all his energy, White looks to end it all, only for Rabid to somehow come back. Sophie thought that it would just be another obstacle for White to overcome. Instead, Rabid dominates long enough to hit the phoenix splash and goes for the cover…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
And Sophie’s heart sinks.
PROMO # 15 – a qUESTION
Well shit, that didn't go as planned.
Rabid is the new TV Champion. Now that's a sentence I'd never thought I'd have to say, but there it is. He pinned me cleanly in the ring with the 1, 2, 3. No #BK nonsense, no dirty shit, just a clean pin. I can still faintly hear Steel's voice announce the new Television Champion in the back of my head. It doesn't feel right, but it's there all the same.
Once Rabid is done celebrating with his newly won title, I'm left on my own in the ring. The PPV feed is on commercial right now, only the people in the arena can see how dejected I look right now. Is this how the self-proclaimed Queen of Diamonds carries herself? With self-pity? Fuckin hell no, these people expect me to kick ass and take names, that's the whole persona I've built up in their eyes. One slip up and what do I look like? A jobber to the stars who can't get it done when it matters? That's no queen I'd want on my TV, that's for damn sure.
But as I got up on my feet and started making my way out of the ring, the crowd surprised me...they actually began giving me an ovation.
Crowd: QUEEN OF DIAMONDS! *clap-clap-clapclapclap* QUEEN OF DIAMONDS! *clap-clap-clapclapclap* QUEEN OF DIAMONDS! *clap-clap-clapclapclap*
I couldn't understand it. Why would they chant for someone who just got beat by one of the most dominant members of #beachkrewe in fairly convincing fashion? Then it finally hit me. I had stood up to Rabid in a way not many people had done before. While most would cower and tremble in the presence of someone like Rabid when he challenged them, I told the son of a bitch to come get some and took him head on. I suppose that type of courage resonated with the crowd.
As I made my way up the ramp to the back, I got stopped in my tracks by Hank Brown, mic in hand like always, who came out of the curtains ready for a chat like always. I wasn't really in the mood for chats, but I wasn't really in the position to say no either.
Hank Brown: A quick word, Tiffany. We just witnessed that devastating loss to Rabid, can you tell us what went wrong tonight and how you're gonna come back from this?
Tiffany White: Hank, I ain’t gonna lie to you right now, Rabid just got the jump on me tonight. No way for me to sugarcoat that one, this isn’t like Timebomb where there was interference out the wazoo. This was as clean as it gets. It was a damn close one too, lemme tell ya. It ain’t what the fans want to hear, but that’s the truth.
Chants of “RABID SUCKS” erupted throughout the arena. I paused to let it all soak in. It sounded glorious.
Crowd: RABID SUCKS! RABID SUCKS! RABID SUCKS!
Tiffany White: I hear y’all, and I feel ya. But hear this…your Queen of Diamonds ain’t gonna bitch and moan about one loss. Nah, I got plans for Trios. It’s gonna be fuckin’ lit, make no doubt about that. At Asesinato de Mayo, I’m gonna get that Trios Title, I’m gonna get that World Title shot, and there is not a damn thing ANYONE can do about it.
I don’t think I’ve ever heard a crowd go as crazy for something I’ve said. Amongst the crazy yelling and chants…
Crowd: QUEEN OF DIAMONDS! *clap-clap-clapclapclap* QUEEN OF DIAMONDS! *clap-clap-clapclapclap* QUEEN OF DIAMONDS! *clap-clap-clapclapclap*
To think how only a few months ago some of these fans wanted nothing to do with me, to hear them chant for me, it was really gratifying to know that I’m doing something right.
Tiffany White: Now if you’ll excuse me Hank, I gotta start getting ready for Trios. I’ll see you all on Slam.
I wanna ask y’all, has there been a more disappointing return to the WCF then Orbit’s? Motherfucker is almost a shoe-in for the hall of fame at this point in his career. He’s done things some other scrubs on the roster can only DREAM of doing. Orbit’s taken on Jonny Fly, the most DOMINANT man in WCF history, beat him, and then joined a fucking stable with him. Two Time World Champ, shit he’s a Two Time World Champ OF THE YEAR at that. Name me ONE other person in this fed’s history that’s done that?
I’ll wait.
…
Stumped, right? Ain’t nobody pulled that shit since Orbit stepped in the game, ain’t nobody gonna do it again. You wouldn’t know that looking at him the past few months though. Fuck me has Orbit fallen from grace. He comes back for Final Destination, looks to be a favorite to win the whole damn match, the hype builds and builds…aaaaaaaaand then he gets screwed over by Lerch and Friends. Orbit’s triumphant return to the WCF, killed by a stable that disintegrated two weeks later. What a fucking shame.
But the wrestling gods smiled upon you and you got your second chance against Logan a month later, which is odd because the briefcase apparently wasn’t on the line. Nope, just a random ass ladder match. I thought the whole reason you came back for Final Destination was to get that World Title shot? You couldn’t have asserted yourself a bit more to make that match mean something more than just to settle a grudge? But fuck, even without Lerch moving the briefcase around Logan still beat you fair and square in that match. That’s two losses against Logan on your record since Fifteen. But one more match can’t hurt, can it?
Three Stages of Hell match at Explosion. Fuckin hell. What a way to blow it all off. You know what, while I’m talking about this match, I’d like to just point something out real quick.
For fuck’s sake. But yeah, you finally got your win against Logan that you wanted. Suuuuuuuuuure, you didn’t get the briefcase for the title shot you REEEEEEEALLY wanted but hey, you did in spirit, and that’s what counts! It doesn’t really matter anyway, cause the Slam right after Explosion you get put in a #1 contender’s match…which you willingly let Grayson Pierce win. I seriously don’t get this one. You just speared Grayson, you could’ve pinned him right then and there…instead, you just let him pin Wade.
That’s what I don’t understand about you Stevie. You said yourself the reason you came back was to get a shot at becoming a three time World Champ. But every time you get closer to getting that shot? You fucking choke dude. I just don’t get it man. Now you got yet another chance to get that shot, since you couldn’t stop my partner Ethan from taking the US title, and I can tell you with conviction now that you aren’t gonna get this shot wither. I’ve been fucking CLAMORING for a World title Shot since Timebomb, but unlike you I’m taking these chances I get seriously. I don’t have time for fuckboys who don’t truly want this shit. You’re gonna find that out first hand on Sunday, Stevie.
Again I ask you, has there been a more disappointing return to the WCF then Orbit’s?
I wanna ask y’all, has there been a more disappointing return to the WCF then Purse’s? Here we have a bona fide ring general, former World Champion and the winner of War IX. That’s not even all of the titles you’ve won in this fed. You’ve had what a lot of people would call “a full career” in the business. You’ve done ALMOST everything you can do, no one’s gonna think any differently of you if you decided to call it quits at this point.
I mean wasn’t a few months ago where you hung up your boots to raise your family? Isn’t that what you said was more important to you then wrestling? I mean shit fam, that’s a pretty fuckin noble reason for retiring. But here you are now, like absolutely nothing has changed, in contention for not only another belt to defend week in and week out but title shots for OTHER BELTS too. You win this shit, that’s more time you gotta spend on the road, away from your family. Are you really that obsessed with proving you’ve still got it to people who quite frankly don’t care that you’re willing to throw everything you’ve worked for away? How fucking sad.
Purse I’mma do you a solid this week and knock this little Cryogenix reunion out of Trios. For your own sake. You want that child not to wonder why his dad is always on the road instead of playing with him, raising him, doing things a responsible father should do, right? I’d like to imagine you have some semblance of love for your wife and child that’d you’d make the right decision.
It is nice to know though, if I ever feel like asking someone with firsthand experience what it’s like to have not one but TWO stables crumble around him, that you’re always available. Fuck, how shitty was that Cryogenix business. You’re a BMX biker, not a secret agent. You had no fucking business in that stable. You were only in there cause Polar needed another member and you happened to be his buddy. But boy oh boy, the fall of Pantheon. How does it feel to watch your boy Alex Richards gradually realize he’s not cut out for anything other than the internet division? How does it feel to watch your boy Jay Omega win WAR then get destroyed by Wade Moor and sent right out the company two weeks later? How does it feel to see your boy Scarecrow literally fucking die in the ring and see that no one besides Richards gave a shit? How does it feel to see your boy Fly get put into retirement by a man clearly angry that he wasn’t recognized as the best Pantheon had to offer.
Kinda sad, really? Like I said Purse, this Sunday I’m gonna wake you up from this little delusion you can still hang with the best of us and send you back where you belong: your family.
Again I ask you, has there been a more disappointing return to the WCF then Purse’s?
I wanna ask y’all, has there been a more disappointing return to the WCF then Polar Phantasm’s?
One of the most beloved wrestlers to come into the WCF in recent memory. Considered by many to be one of the greatest to never win the World Title. A man who stepped away for reasons unknown, only to come back for one match at XIII with his friend and sometimes-rival FPV, a match that has snowballed into a full blown return. And how does this return start?
By losing to Sarah Twilight.
The same Sarah Twilight who got destroyed by Jared Holmes.
Oh my.
Can you imagine a more embarrassing re debut for a guy then Polar’s? As soon as that match for Aftermath got announced everyone started collectively shitting bricks. FINALLY we get to see these two duke it out for supremacy (even we wanted that like years ago BUT BETTER LATE THEN NEVER AMIRIGHT?) Everyone immediately picking Polar to bring it all home and finally get the win over the evil Twilight…and he chokes. HAAAAAAARD. Boy, the disappointment on those fans faces. But that’s okay cause he’s gonna get his buddies Orbit and Purse, enter Trios, and go on WACKY ADVENTURES? That’s all well and groovy, right?
Polar, you of all people should know that all of your familiar tropes, the wacky hijinx, the espionage and intrigue, the time traveling, THE DRUGS, that was all well and fun and got you a lot of fans back in the day. But dude, let’s be real here, since you’ve been gone all of those fans have grown up. All those teens who gave you their undying support have moved on with their lives. They’ve come to realize how tired your act has become, and sadly for you, no amount of pandering will make those fans take you seriously.
Once you take all that into account, the fact that you’ve never become World Champion becomes easier to understand. You’ve always had that drive to be the best, we all know it’s there. You’ve just gotten so caught up in your own little fantasy world that you’ve lost sight of the goal. To have the crowd chanting your name at the top of their lungs, Kyle Steel announcing you as the new World Champion, the commentators freaking the fuck out. I dunno about you Polar, but that’s a moment I’ve dreamt of ever since I came to this federation, and I swear to god it’s gonna happen. Who knows, maybe defeating you and your buds will be the first step on the road to World title gold. Maybe that road isn’t for a few hundred more miles. I don’t care the distances I have to go, or the people who stand in my way, I WILL BE the WCF World Champion. Believe that shit.
So one final time I ask you all…has there been a return more disappointing then that of Cryogenix?
I want to tell you a story. The story of a woman named Sophie Watanabe.
Sophie couldn’t believe her eyes. Her old schoolmate Tiffany White on national TV. As a fucking professional wrestler. She’d have never even considered something like that happening. Her boyfriend Dave couldn’t believe it either. His own girlfriend, an old friend of WCF TV Champ Tiffany White. Unbelievable.
Gradually, the two began to watch Slams more often together. Sophie learned about the other wrestlers in the federation. People like Joey Flash and Steve Orbit and Teo Del Sol. Her least favorite person was easily Jared Holmes. She considered him the slimiest most disgusting man she had ever seen, and would take heavy offense to the way he treated his girlfriend Thursday. Dave (a closet #beachkrewe fan) could feel this, yet knew not to make his feelings known.
But no matter the person in the main event, for Sophie the highlight of the night would always be watching her girl Tiffany defend that TV belt week in and week out. Sophie could feel herself somehow reconnecting to Tiffany, even though the two hadn’t seen each other in person for years. So when Dave offered to get tickets to one of the WCF’s marquee events in Aftermath, the decision was a no brainer.
After long hours of travel, the couple finally made it to the arena. The tickets they had gotten weren’t the best, and the best view of the action they could get was from the TitanTron, but it didn’t matter to Sophie. She was just glad to be there.
After a few useless matches in her own eyes, finally the time came. The Television Title match. Tiffany White versus some british prick named Johnny Rabid. As soon as White came through those curtains, Sophie joined the thousands in attendance on her feet, cheering her heart out. As much as Dave wanted to root for his #BK boy Rabid, he knew if he did he’d be crucified by everyone in the arena, so he politely kept his opinion to himself.
Finally, the match starts. Lots of back and forth between the two early on. An early pin attempt by White leads to Rabid just barely missing the three count, and an even bigger mark out moment from Sophie. Among this crowd, Sophie is no longer a struggling nurse trying to be successful, she’s a wrestling fan who desperately wants her girl to win.
After it seems like Rabid has used up all his energy, White looks to end it all, only for Rabid to somehow come back. Sophie thought that it would just be another obstacle for White to overcome. Instead, Rabid dominates long enough to hit the phoenix splash and goes for the cover…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
And Sophie’s heart sinks.
PROMO # 15 – a qUESTION
Well shit, that didn't go as planned.
Rabid is the new TV Champion. Now that's a sentence I'd never thought I'd have to say, but there it is. He pinned me cleanly in the ring with the 1, 2, 3. No #BK nonsense, no dirty shit, just a clean pin. I can still faintly hear Steel's voice announce the new Television Champion in the back of my head. It doesn't feel right, but it's there all the same.
Once Rabid is done celebrating with his newly won title, I'm left on my own in the ring. The PPV feed is on commercial right now, only the people in the arena can see how dejected I look right now. Is this how the self-proclaimed Queen of Diamonds carries herself? With self-pity? Fuckin hell no, these people expect me to kick ass and take names, that's the whole persona I've built up in their eyes. One slip up and what do I look like? A jobber to the stars who can't get it done when it matters? That's no queen I'd want on my TV, that's for damn sure.
But as I got up on my feet and started making my way out of the ring, the crowd surprised me...they actually began giving me an ovation.
Crowd: QUEEN OF DIAMONDS! *clap-clap-clapclapclap* QUEEN OF DIAMONDS! *clap-clap-clapclapclap* QUEEN OF DIAMONDS! *clap-clap-clapclapclap*
I couldn't understand it. Why would they chant for someone who just got beat by one of the most dominant members of #beachkrewe in fairly convincing fashion? Then it finally hit me. I had stood up to Rabid in a way not many people had done before. While most would cower and tremble in the presence of someone like Rabid when he challenged them, I told the son of a bitch to come get some and took him head on. I suppose that type of courage resonated with the crowd.
As I made my way up the ramp to the back, I got stopped in my tracks by Hank Brown, mic in hand like always, who came out of the curtains ready for a chat like always. I wasn't really in the mood for chats, but I wasn't really in the position to say no either.
Hank Brown: A quick word, Tiffany. We just witnessed that devastating loss to Rabid, can you tell us what went wrong tonight and how you're gonna come back from this?
Tiffany White: Hank, I ain’t gonna lie to you right now, Rabid just got the jump on me tonight. No way for me to sugarcoat that one, this isn’t like Timebomb where there was interference out the wazoo. This was as clean as it gets. It was a damn close one too, lemme tell ya. It ain’t what the fans want to hear, but that’s the truth.
Chants of “RABID SUCKS” erupted throughout the arena. I paused to let it all soak in. It sounded glorious.
Crowd: RABID SUCKS! RABID SUCKS! RABID SUCKS!
Tiffany White: I hear y’all, and I feel ya. But hear this…your Queen of Diamonds ain’t gonna bitch and moan about one loss. Nah, I got plans for Trios. It’s gonna be fuckin’ lit, make no doubt about that. At Asesinato de Mayo, I’m gonna get that Trios Title, I’m gonna get that World Title shot, and there is not a damn thing ANYONE can do about it.
I don’t think I’ve ever heard a crowd go as crazy for something I’ve said. Amongst the crazy yelling and chants…
Crowd: QUEEN OF DIAMONDS! *clap-clap-clapclapclap* QUEEN OF DIAMONDS! *clap-clap-clapclapclap* QUEEN OF DIAMONDS! *clap-clap-clapclapclap*
To think how only a few months ago some of these fans wanted nothing to do with me, to hear them chant for me, it was really gratifying to know that I’m doing something right.
Tiffany White: Now if you’ll excuse me Hank, I gotta start getting ready for Trios. I’ll see you all on Slam.
I wanna ask y’all, has there been a more disappointing return to the WCF then Orbit’s? Motherfucker is almost a shoe-in for the hall of fame at this point in his career. He’s done things some other scrubs on the roster can only DREAM of doing. Orbit’s taken on Jonny Fly, the most DOMINANT man in WCF history, beat him, and then joined a fucking stable with him. Two Time World Champ, shit he’s a Two Time World Champ OF THE YEAR at that. Name me ONE other person in this fed’s history that’s done that?
I’ll wait.
…
Stumped, right? Ain’t nobody pulled that shit since Orbit stepped in the game, ain’t nobody gonna do it again. You wouldn’t know that looking at him the past few months though. Fuck me has Orbit fallen from grace. He comes back for Final Destination, looks to be a favorite to win the whole damn match, the hype builds and builds…aaaaaaaaand then he gets screwed over by Lerch and Friends. Orbit’s triumphant return to the WCF, killed by a stable that disintegrated two weeks later. What a fucking shame.
But the wrestling gods smiled upon you and you got your second chance against Logan a month later, which is odd because the briefcase apparently wasn’t on the line. Nope, just a random ass ladder match. I thought the whole reason you came back for Final Destination was to get that World Title shot? You couldn’t have asserted yourself a bit more to make that match mean something more than just to settle a grudge? But fuck, even without Lerch moving the briefcase around Logan still beat you fair and square in that match. That’s two losses against Logan on your record since Fifteen. But one more match can’t hurt, can it?
Three Stages of Hell match at Explosion. Fuckin hell. What a way to blow it all off. You know what, while I’m talking about this match, I’d like to just point something out real quick.
Gravedigger: That cage is down and in WCF, we don’t do pin falls. The only way out is straight up.
*Five Minutes Later*
Gravedigger: Orbit has just enough left - here's the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: STEVE ORBIT WINS IT!
*Five Minutes Later*
Gravedigger: Orbit has just enough left - here's the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: STEVE ORBIT WINS IT!
For fuck’s sake. But yeah, you finally got your win against Logan that you wanted. Suuuuuuuuuure, you didn’t get the briefcase for the title shot you REEEEEEEALLY wanted but hey, you did in spirit, and that’s what counts! It doesn’t really matter anyway, cause the Slam right after Explosion you get put in a #1 contender’s match…which you willingly let Grayson Pierce win. I seriously don’t get this one. You just speared Grayson, you could’ve pinned him right then and there…instead, you just let him pin Wade.
That’s what I don’t understand about you Stevie. You said yourself the reason you came back was to get a shot at becoming a three time World Champ. But every time you get closer to getting that shot? You fucking choke dude. I just don’t get it man. Now you got yet another chance to get that shot, since you couldn’t stop my partner Ethan from taking the US title, and I can tell you with conviction now that you aren’t gonna get this shot wither. I’ve been fucking CLAMORING for a World title Shot since Timebomb, but unlike you I’m taking these chances I get seriously. I don’t have time for fuckboys who don’t truly want this shit. You’re gonna find that out first hand on Sunday, Stevie.
Again I ask you, has there been a more disappointing return to the WCF then Orbit’s?
I wanna ask y’all, has there been a more disappointing return to the WCF then Purse’s? Here we have a bona fide ring general, former World Champion and the winner of War IX. That’s not even all of the titles you’ve won in this fed. You’ve had what a lot of people would call “a full career” in the business. You’ve done ALMOST everything you can do, no one’s gonna think any differently of you if you decided to call it quits at this point.
I mean wasn’t a few months ago where you hung up your boots to raise your family? Isn’t that what you said was more important to you then wrestling? I mean shit fam, that’s a pretty fuckin noble reason for retiring. But here you are now, like absolutely nothing has changed, in contention for not only another belt to defend week in and week out but title shots for OTHER BELTS too. You win this shit, that’s more time you gotta spend on the road, away from your family. Are you really that obsessed with proving you’ve still got it to people who quite frankly don’t care that you’re willing to throw everything you’ve worked for away? How fucking sad.
Purse I’mma do you a solid this week and knock this little Cryogenix reunion out of Trios. For your own sake. You want that child not to wonder why his dad is always on the road instead of playing with him, raising him, doing things a responsible father should do, right? I’d like to imagine you have some semblance of love for your wife and child that’d you’d make the right decision.
It is nice to know though, if I ever feel like asking someone with firsthand experience what it’s like to have not one but TWO stables crumble around him, that you’re always available. Fuck, how shitty was that Cryogenix business. You’re a BMX biker, not a secret agent. You had no fucking business in that stable. You were only in there cause Polar needed another member and you happened to be his buddy. But boy oh boy, the fall of Pantheon. How does it feel to watch your boy Alex Richards gradually realize he’s not cut out for anything other than the internet division? How does it feel to watch your boy Jay Omega win WAR then get destroyed by Wade Moor and sent right out the company two weeks later? How does it feel to see your boy Scarecrow literally fucking die in the ring and see that no one besides Richards gave a shit? How does it feel to see your boy Fly get put into retirement by a man clearly angry that he wasn’t recognized as the best Pantheon had to offer.
Kinda sad, really? Like I said Purse, this Sunday I’m gonna wake you up from this little delusion you can still hang with the best of us and send you back where you belong: your family.
Again I ask you, has there been a more disappointing return to the WCF then Purse’s?
I wanna ask y’all, has there been a more disappointing return to the WCF then Polar Phantasm’s?
One of the most beloved wrestlers to come into the WCF in recent memory. Considered by many to be one of the greatest to never win the World Title. A man who stepped away for reasons unknown, only to come back for one match at XIII with his friend and sometimes-rival FPV, a match that has snowballed into a full blown return. And how does this return start?
By losing to Sarah Twilight.
The same Sarah Twilight who got destroyed by Jared Holmes.
Oh my.
Can you imagine a more embarrassing re debut for a guy then Polar’s? As soon as that match for Aftermath got announced everyone started collectively shitting bricks. FINALLY we get to see these two duke it out for supremacy (even we wanted that like years ago BUT BETTER LATE THEN NEVER AMIRIGHT?) Everyone immediately picking Polar to bring it all home and finally get the win over the evil Twilight…and he chokes. HAAAAAAARD. Boy, the disappointment on those fans faces. But that’s okay cause he’s gonna get his buddies Orbit and Purse, enter Trios, and go on WACKY ADVENTURES? That’s all well and groovy, right?
Polar, you of all people should know that all of your familiar tropes, the wacky hijinx, the espionage and intrigue, the time traveling, THE DRUGS, that was all well and fun and got you a lot of fans back in the day. But dude, let’s be real here, since you’ve been gone all of those fans have grown up. All those teens who gave you their undying support have moved on with their lives. They’ve come to realize how tired your act has become, and sadly for you, no amount of pandering will make those fans take you seriously.
Once you take all that into account, the fact that you’ve never become World Champion becomes easier to understand. You’ve always had that drive to be the best, we all know it’s there. You’ve just gotten so caught up in your own little fantasy world that you’ve lost sight of the goal. To have the crowd chanting your name at the top of their lungs, Kyle Steel announcing you as the new World Champion, the commentators freaking the fuck out. I dunno about you Polar, but that’s a moment I’ve dreamt of ever since I came to this federation, and I swear to god it’s gonna happen. Who knows, maybe defeating you and your buds will be the first step on the road to World title gold. Maybe that road isn’t for a few hundred more miles. I don’t care the distances I have to go, or the people who stand in my way, I WILL BE the WCF World Champion. Believe that shit.
So one final time I ask you all…has there been a return more disappointing then that of Cryogenix?
