Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2016 15:15:31 GMT -5
Part 1: Down
Leaving the hospital was worse than arriving for Spencer. At least when he was carted off via ambulance after the match with Jared Holmes, he knew where he was going and knew what had happened. Spencer knew in that moment, that he’d been fucked up bad, taken out of action for the foreseeable future. Yes, he was concerned about that one little slip with the belief that it would knock me back down a few rungs on the ladder that he had busted his ass off to climb. The physical part wasn’t the issue, but rather what would be that next step after this.
The real, the life way from wrestling was hard enough, but that uncertainty and frustration was something that knocked the wind from Spencer’s sail. Everything he worked so hard for was ripped away from him in a single motion from a single opponent. Suddenly, the top of the mountain seemed just a little too far to reach once more. There was a feeling of bipolar grief both going in and coming out of the hospital. Spencer’s head hung, his lips sealed as he stepped out into the lobby to a greeting from Teo.
Teo: Hey, buddy! Feeling any better?
He continued looking down towards foot height as the two walked out the automatic doors together. Long silence as the look on Teo’s face illustrates that he want to continue talking to comfort hsi friend, but doesn’t know the appropriate thing to say.
Spencer: Nasty concussion. Looks like I’m out of action for two whole fucking months..
The disgruntled tone coupled with his lazily parted lips and teeth gritted out of frustration show Teo that Spencer’s seen better days.
Teo: You’ve been through a lot worse though, right? It’s not like you can’t come back from something like this. What’s a couple months to “The Antidote”? I give it a few weeks before you’re back on your feet and taking it to the best of the best once again.
Spencer: It’s about more than that. It’s not about physical risk or physical injury as much as it is me feeling as if I’m always just this fucking close, but never get that proverbial brass ring that you know as well as anybody I’ve been salivating for.
Teo: You’ve got a lot to be proud of though.
Spencer: I’m not saying that. The things that me, you, and Vic did in this company will always be at the top of my list of favorite accomplishments. I’m just sick of reaching. I know that I’m there, but I want to grab it. I busted my ass in WAR and I was pretty pleased with that, but I just wish I was a bit closer. Same goes for the ladder matches at One and Fifteen. It’s just a bummer to know that you were almost the guy who got the career changing victory so many times. I’m tired of it being all these other people. I don’t know what I do at this point.
Teo: You’re so close though, Spence. Don’t think that you can’t step out their and become the top guy on any given night. Sometimes it just comes down to a roll of the dice, you know? You definitely earn my respect for taking some of the risks that you do out there for the sake of being entertaining and trying to be your best.
Spencer: I mean, I don’t know if I really am close to being that guy. I know I’ve come a long way, but maybe I still have a lot further to go than I think. Maybe I need to take a step back or something.
Teo: You just have to keep your chin up and work on doing what you need to in order to get back out there.
Spencer: It’s not just me as a wrestler either. I want to be the poster child, the guy who carries the company on his back, but it’s hard to get to that point when life away from the ring is so fucking difficult, man. Fuck!
Having now approached the rental, Spencer pounds a fist down against the hood as he shouts out with frustration in his voice.
Spencer: Everything is just too much sometimes. It’s just so fucking difficult trying to be this family man while juggling my career at the same time. Shit, man. I don’t even know if I have my own shit in check. How am I supposed to be this great person?
Teo: Life is crazy sometimes, but if anyone can handle what it wants to dish out, then it’s you. I’ve seen you do it so far and I’m sure I’ll see you coming out on top in the end.
Silence fills the inside of the rental now after the two men have gotten inside and closed the doors.
Spencer: I sure fucking hope so, man, I sure fucking hope so.
Another break of silence as Teo starts the car and gives Spencer an empathetic half smile.
Teo: You’ll be back out there. I just know it, man. It’s what guys like us do. Just keep fighting, just keep working to get to where you want. We came up in this place together and I know that we’re going to keep doing that. I think it really started when we won those trios titles. That was year one. Once you get back on your feet and back into that ring, year two is going to be even better.
Adams’ chuckles as he cracks a slight smile of his own.
Spencer: Good talk, man.
Teo: Feeling better then?
Spencer: Well, I kinda have poo brain from that little spill earlier in case you forgot about that.
Teo: I mean with the future. You’re coming back, right?
Spencer smiles a bit wider as the car hums along the road.
Spencer: When? I’m not sure. Will I? You bet your fucking ass, buddy.
Part 2: Nazi mountain
We cut to the inside of a small locker room in the backstage area of the Nationwide Arena where Teddy Blaze and Spencer Adams are seen suiting up for battle. The people’s champ laces up a pair of boots as The Antidote puts on the final touches to his signature face paint.
Cameraman: Exciting stuff, guys! People’s Choice reunited! I imagine it must feel pretty good.
Teddy: For sure.
The Antidote finishes applying the final few markings and turns toward the cameraman who has been busy documenting their pre-match for the WCF network (which you can purchase for approximately ten dollars or some shit like that. #wink)
Spencer: The reunion is nice and Teddy is my boy, but I’ve got one goal in mind and that’s Ultimate Showdown and since it looks like only one of us can earn that spot, I’m gonna go out there and do what I gotta do to get what I want.
Teddy: Well, neither of us should get too ahead of ourselves.
Spencer: See, I know that Seth is doing this for a reason though and that is to get back at me for turning down this bullshit little alliance offer he wanted me to accept. Still can’t believe he was stupid enough to think I would even consider aligning with The Family. He knows that both of us want this Showdown match though, so he’s making us fight each other for it. Fine by me either way though. A match is a match and for a lot of people, including ourselves, Spencer Adams versus Teddy Blaze for the People’s Title is a dream match in itself and with one of us advancing to one of the biggest matches in the entire sport, it just makes it that much sweeter.
Teddy: We don’t have too long before the match actually. Maybe we should head out and make sure we’re all ready to go.
Cameraman: If you have a minute, I never did get around to getting a promo from Spencer. Would it be cool if I shot for that while we’re all right here.
Teddy and Spencer look over at each other and shrug before The Antidote turns his attention back towards the cameraman once more.
Spencer: Eh, why not? I can help you out real quick I suppose.
Cameraman: Awesome! Just go when you’re ready!
The Antidote takes a deep breath as he closes his eyes and escapes to the land of verbal beatdowns.
Spencer: So here we are, week three of the big comeback and I’ve got to say, I’m feeling pretty damn good right about now. BioWalker wasn’t what I’d call a challenge, but handling Danny Anderson just as easily as I told everybody I would is a nice little notch on my belt, a nice little trophy to slap on top of that big glass shelf I got setup in the apartment the other day. I have to admit, things were looking a little bare. After having to move and having all my other occupied bodybags taking up space in storage, I needed to throw up a few more in the new crib. So first BioWalker, then Danny boy decided to job to The Antidote like I knew he would do, and now I get to snatch up two for the price of one. Hell of a deal if you ask me.
Now, I’m definitely taking this one lightly as I already know my abilities and execution are far greater than the men that will stand in the corner opposite me this Sunday, but that’s not to say that it’s not of major value to me. I recognize that this win is absolutely crucial and that’s why I’m guaranteed to get it. I see the importance of winning this one and that’s why I’m bringing the same fire that helped me steamroll DRG’s former designated jobber. It’s that same fire that acts as a harness and rappel to help Spencer Adams ascend to the very top of the mountain and slam that flag down with pride into it’s surface.
That mountain that I’m referring to, Mt. Bates, is a “challenge” that I’ll gladly step to. This isn’t about showing respect or puckering up to praise my former ally. This is about Spencer Adams shit stomping the opposition once again and getting back to where I left off in my first stint with the company. Luckily, that climb shouldn’t be an issue given that we’ve all seen how it’s done. Once upon a time, a little man by the name of Howard Black stepped to that unbeatable, unstoppable, impassible mountain and made that shit his bitch. Actually, I should probably call up The Honey Badger right now and thank him for the manual.
See, I have racked up my fair share of ass beatings. In my first year alone, I grabbed five months worth of defeat. When I stepped foot into WCF, it did it’s best to absolutely crush me as people with much more in ring intelligence than I possessed at the time would face me and defeat me. The thing is though, those loses never defined me as the resident loser. I have always made sure that no matter how many times I get knocked down, I keep working and keep getting back up until I earn my shot and when I earn those shots, I make damn sure that I impress. Even in defeat, nobody can look at me as a loser, because The Antidote brings the sort of energy and passion to the ring that is not indicative of a joke.
Now we get to Tom Bates, a man that everybody knows by now after we’ve collectively been witness to what he’s capable of doing as a competitor. Around this time last year, Thomas Bates was a bad motherfucker, a man who stopped the best competitors dead in their tracks. Tom Bates wasn’t a mountain last year, but rather a sky high linoleum wall slathered in a combination of baby oil and dish soap. The man was a fucking nightmare to face off against for so many and had shown signs of the kind of dominance and formidability that was rivaled only by the Dune’s and Joey Flash’s of the world. That is just how good Thomas Bates was, just how good he could’ve been.
Now..here we are and well, I’m not facing that slippery slope that so many other before me had to fight. My weaknesses and faults are there. There’s no hiding or denying that Spencer Adams isn’t perfect. Hell, I’m a cruiserweight moron who’s taken more than his fair share of death defying shots that often knock me right on my ass, but as I’ve shown, I do very well at working around those and managing to come out victorious when it really matters more often than not. It may have taken me a bit to get to that point of being a real force around here, but I did it. I worked my ass off and here I am.
Sadly, I can’t say that same thing about Bates. In fact, Thomas Bates went and pulled a reverse Spencer Adams on all of us. Thomas Bates didn’t get better and learn how to work around weaknesses. No, Thomas Bates actually managed to get drastically fucking worse. Those guys like Howard Black who managed to get those rare shots in and weaken Bates, they blew holes in the man and managed to pull pieces from the Jenga tower. Now we see a Tommy Bates who wobbles and leans rather than one who stands with his hands pressed against his sides like a statue. Tom Bates went from the man who had a stature great enough to make Superman look like a bitch to a man who makes Seth Rogan’s take on Green Hornet look super cool and badass by comparison.
People brought their kryptonite, their dog whistles, and just about everything else to weaken Mt. Bates and guess what? It actually fucking worked! Sure, it took awhile, but the success and result are undeniable. The man that you all see on your screens is no longer impossible for others to defeat. He’s rather easy to pick up a win against, because the summit of Mt. Bates is now a tourist attraction, one that comes with a little souvenir shop where you’ll find all sorts of wacky little trinkets like trios title belts that never sold or authentic whips and nooses that are crafted with perfection to hold up through countless hate crimes. Take the whole family with if you’d like.
Now, I won’t get to into working the “Bates so racist” jokes in this one as I’ve done just fine picking the man apart on his shortcomings alone. The thing is, Spencer Adams knows how to rebound and Thomas Bates doesn’t. It’s as simple as that. Thomas Bates knows how to do one thing and one thing only and that’s being dominant and beating down opponents by utilizing his raw power. Tom, I’m talking to you now when I stare into the camera and letting you know that I know you inside and out. You’re a respectful man who strictly follows his code. I also know that your blind pride as a wrestler is fueled only by your ability to win.
So when your record starts looking a bit more like mine, a bit more riddled with those loses, you lose part of yourself, don’t you, Tom? I know how to do what you don’t and that’s coming back from it and when everyone started picking up wins over you, you had no idea what to do anymore. You function only as a beast, not as some sort of oversized underdog. I know your confidence has been shit on and this week, I proceed to bring the mountain to a record with a fifty fifty split on wins and loses. What does that mean? Well when you bring a mountain down to sixteen and sixteen, you no longer have a mountain. What you are instead left with is a flatland and Tom, I see past the scorched vegetation and The Antidote only has to conquer what is already basically leveled.
Who do we see occupying that flatland now and trying to farm Tommy’s ruined soil? If you guessed it to be one of the random scrubs that were signed after that little incident in Mexico, you were correct. Now this is exciting times for me, because while my main goal behind coming back is to ascend that ladder and claim my first world championship in WCF, I’ve also been dying to get my hands on members of this new wave of talent and carry out what has become sort of a locker room vet’s duty by smacking these motherfuckers around and letting them know who this place really belongs to.
Tommy has never been a stranger to surrounding himself with a variety of supporting cast members with very extreme (no pun intended) personalities that differ from one to the next. Hell, I was certainly a lot different than most of the people in the DRG when I was rolling with them, but some of these guys really make you question Bates’ decisions in that regard. It’s not necessarily the fact that DRG has a history of characters that seems wonky to me in itself. Hell, I can get behind a little bit of variety, but I mean, how good is this guy at judging a person’s character? Personally, I’m thinking his meter is just a wee bit fucking off.
The DRG has contained everything from confederates to war veterans to loose cannons to absolute fucking shit heel people. The problem is that last one, the shitty human beings that have stepped into the stable. So, the DRG are suppose to act as this group of guardians, right? If that’s the case, then what makes someone think “Oh, I’ll just align myself with a bunch of fucking degenerates. That’s sure to make a positive difference in WCF.” That mocking voice just is something that I honestly do hope Bates and this new DRG crew take offense to, because the logic Bates is or isn’t using in recruiting his henchmen is fucking braindead.
Tossing a random shitbag or two into your ranks and expecting them to be productive vigilantes is so utterly buttfucked that I still can’t quite wrap my head around it even after being one of the original shitbags. I get that it’s 2016 and everyone is super excited for the Suicide Squad movie, but that shit is a work of fiction. I know that it’s only a matter of time before somebody pops in with a Jared Leto gimmick, but this belief that a ragtag group of people who often times just barely get along will be this big difference maker in Seth Lerch’s corrupt system is way off base.
This week, I get my hands on one of the newcomer’s who I’ve really had my eye on the past several weeks. The Baron will finally get himself the bodybag treatment courtesy of The Antidote that so many edgy noobs before him have had to endure. The biggest question I have is are we fucking serious right now? Dag’s little grumpy attitude and shitty personality are one thing, but now we’re seeing a DRG ally who is lowkey some kind of Nazi or something fucking dumb like that, a grown man who stomps around like an angry child every time he’s seen on camera. THAT is what I’m up against this week?
Honestly, these are the kind of people that really add that extra punch to the meaning of Spencer Adams’ nickname. I proved that it meant something by shitting on Danny boy and I’ll easily do the same thing to this fucking tool. See, I consider myself a bit of an athletic eco warrior of sorts. I’ve done pretty damn well with making a career out of weeding out the untalented hot heads and the shitty gimmicks one after another. This signature skill is something that I pride myself on. A guy like The Baron is fucking breakfast cereal to me. I don’t even need milk for this motherfucker either considering that he already arrived soggy, falling apart from day one.
Do I really need to spend much more time covering why I’m going to completely outclass this fucking guy tonight? Shit, I only had to spend three minutes talking about Adam Young last time I faced that bag of dicks and this Baron guy isn’t anywhere close to being half the competitor that WCF’s resident redneck douchebag is. I don’t say that as a compliment or show of respect to Adam Young, but as the perfect example for exactly how big of a waste of roster space this man is. I’d go as far as saying that if you put AY in a one on one match against this guy, AY would actually make this man his fucking jail yard girlfriend. That is the sort of opponent I face tonight.
The edge and fury is such a fucking played out crutch that really only serves to show a lack of real substance and experience with what we do here in WCF. Bring that rage to the table and I’ll gladly shut you down without breaking a sweat, Baron. I removed any doubt that Spencer Adams is better than the original angry moronic fuck and the thrift shop knock off version of that same moron will be nothing even close to a challenge for The Antidote. Tell me, what’s the going rate for a bodybag in Germany? I think after tonight, you’ll have to reach into your wallet and pull a few bills out to cover such an expense.
Can I stop wasting everyone’s time by talking about German Adam Young now? Alright, awesome. Now, I’ll get back to Tommy Bates a bit since he’s the ring leader I’ll be facing out there. Tommy, I had no problem dropping Danny Anderson and I certainly have no problem doing the same thing to you. You have nothing to gain and nothing to muster up against me while this, this is everything to me. Tommy, you aren’t taking that away from me. Tonight you learn once again just how fucking shit your recruiting decisions are when I wipe the floor with Mr. Von Douchenozzle. When The People’s Choice reunite, it’s going to mean something, something that hold far more potency than this fucking joke you’ve brought us. Have fun trying to survive while carrying Baron around like dead weight. I’m sure Danny boy will be in the back shaking his head at the sight of The Baron turning into Caraid 2.0. This is where my return campaign carries on while DRG’s gets that much closer to fading away. See ya out there, big guy.
Spencer smirks and waves goodbye to the camera as we fade out.
Part 3: The Antidote takes Japan
Busy streets with wave after wave of honking vehicles fill the busiest strip in Tokyo, Japan as Spencer Adams walks among a crowd of busy Japanese people on their way to and from work. Next to him are his mother, sister, and kid nephew, all of whom have accompanied him in what would be a short term move to the country.
Robbie: Uncle Spencer! This is awesome! Mom, look at all the lights!
The young boy’s excitement speaks for those around him as well as the four take in the newness of the area, stopping to check out and enter a shop every once in awhile.
Robbie: Here! Here! Let’s check out this one!
The boy points out a small shop wedged between a couple restaurants that sells everything from novelty trinkets to video games. Erica gives her son the go ahead as Robbie runs off, practically in a full on sprint to make it into the shop. The three adults chase in after the eager child who is now busy looking around in amazement at the merchandise.
Erica: This is crazy..
Betty: I agree. You didn’t have to do this for us, Spencer.
Spencer: No, it was best for all of us. I figured I rent a place for a few months, get us away from the bad memories so that if we do decide to go back to the states, we will all at least feel a bit refreshed.
Betty Adams hugs her two children, grateful for this new opportunity across the world. With Spencer’s WCF contract expiring just a bit after his injury, he made the decision to take up some short term employment wrestling in Japan, figuring that a little bit of space to breathe along with the intensity of Japanese wrestling would do him some good both in his personal life and as a professional.
Spencer: It’s all good. Let’s let Robbie look around here a bit and then we can go find a place to grab some dinner.
As Spencer turns from the conversation to check in on his nephew, a sweaty and nervous looking Asian man of small stature approaches and shakes his hand, saying some things in Japanese that he doesn’t quite understand before letting go of the awkward handshake and pushing past the family and leaving the shop.
Betty: Well, what was that about? Fan I take it?
He turns his hand over, observing a small blank business card with something scribbled on it in more of the foreign language.
“Omei wa eien ni sunde imasu”
汚名は永遠に住んでいます
Spencer: Maybe..
