Post by FPV on Jul 18, 2017 21:38:04 GMT -5
KOTDM NIGHT 2: Episode WILDS
The People's Grounds. One day after WCF Asesinato.
Seth Lerch: You want WHAT?!
His voice bellowed out from the speaker of my phone directly into my ear, hurting it a bit. The man screamed with such force that I was almost positive a few of the customers around me could hear, even though I didn't have the phone on speaker. Giving myself a few seconds to get my hearing straight again, I responded.
FPV: Yes Seth, you heard me right. Time off.
Seth Lerch: You can fuck right off with that, Venable. I just lost an entire fucking STABLE worth of people, others are dropping like flies, I'm trying to keep my roster afloat, and you decide you want to take a fucking VACATION?! Go fuck yourself.
FPV: I know it's not the best time to do it, but admit it Seth, you've just got no idea what to do with me at the moment, and I have business I need to attend to. You're acting like I'm going away forever.
Seth Lerch: Because I get the feeling that you are! You people always pull shit like this. You of all people should know how much our ratings drop off in the summer. Besides...
He paused, I could feel him debating whether or not to say something, so I goaded him a bit.
FPV: Besides what, Seth?
Seth Lerch: Besides, you're one of the only morally decent people left on this roster.
I smirked, making sure not to chuckle so that he wouldn't hear it.
FPV: Well that's kind of you to say. Unfortunately, this "business" of mine...I'd like to take care of it sooner rather then later.
Another pause, before the bossman belted out a reply.
Seth Lerch: Fine then. I'll let you have your time off. On one condition.
FPV: And that would be?
Seth Lerch: That you commit to participating in this year's King of the Deathmatch tournament. Normally I'd consider this a punishment but knowing the freaks I hire you'd probably see this as a fucking business opportunity.
FPV: That depends. What do I get if I theoretically won this tournament.
Seth Lerch: I haven't finalized anything yet. It probably won't be a world title shot, that's too easy. I'm thinking throw you in a true deathmatch at Ultimate Showdown against Corey Black, see who the real-
He kept talking for a bit, the words he was saying went through one ear and right out the other. I was way too focused on that name he had just dropped.
Corey. Black.
I don't think it's a huge secret in the wrestling world I was a bit disappointed in the way my match with him at Timebomb went. I got a little too cocksure of myself, tried to be flashy and use his own move against him and paid the price, DEARLY. I thought that would be the end of it. But this...this was a second chance. There was no way I was going to let this chance slip past me.
I don't think it's a huge secret in the wrestling world I was a bit disappointed in the way my match with him at Timebomb went. I got a little too cocksure of myself, tried to be flashy and use his own move against him and paid the price, DEARLY. I thought that would be the end of it. But this...this was a second chance. There was no way I was going to let this chance slip past me.
FPV: Deal. I'm in.
Seth Lerch: Good, good. As long as you come back when the tournament starts, you can stay out of my hair as long as you like.
FPV: Perfect. Be seeing you.
I hung up the phone and turned to Vic, who was working the register.
Vic Venable: Did he say yes.
I nodded.
FPV: I'm getting the plane ticket later today. Keep this place in good shape while I'm gone.
The hotel swimming pool at the Holiday Inn in Reading was the perfect place to unwind shortly before my match against Jaice Wilds tonight. As soon as my match was over I got my shit and hopped on the plane, knowing I wouldn't have much time to get there. At this point in time, it was about Noon, and I was completely alone. As I floated peacefully within the pool I noticed a WCF camera nearby. I had asked for one hoping to get my requisite promo out of the way sooner rather then later. I shot a big toothy grin at the camera man and began to soliloquize.
FPV: Not. A. Drop. Of. Sweat.
I knew I was going to beat Aquarius. Damn near everyone did. Seems the only person who didn't was Andre himself, considering how much he talked himself up right before the match. Ha! Look at how good that "homefield advantage" did him. Now he's stuck at the bottom of the leaderboard and Mr. WCF has two points. All is right with the world.
Now the tournament moves on. I've got perennial underdog Jaice Wilds in a classic "Fans Bring The Weapons" match, Aquarius is stuck with fellow loser Udy, and the guy I beat for my second world title has to fight a live bear on stage. Not only that, but it seems the defending King himself Corey Black isn't too pleased with some of these matches. Called the tournament he made famous a "facade" and vowed to murder whoever came out of this thing alive.
Well Corey, I hope you're ready to make good on that promise, because the moment I step into the ring with you at ultimate Showdown (and trust me, I WILL be the one to face you) you're gonna have to prove to everyone in this tournament why you still deserve to carry that crown. I myself can think of a million and one ways you've tainted that legacy all within the span of just one year, but I'll leave that lil' rant for another day. gotta give the rest of these guys in the tournament a little time to shine, dontcha think? Heh.
I took a moment to swim towards a ladder and climb out of the pool, making my way towards my stuff. I grabbed my towel and began drying myself off.
FPV: Always good to know where your towel is. Always.
With that Douglas Adams reference out of the way, I finished drying myself and plopped right down onto one of the deck chairs.
FPV: So. Jaice Wilds.
I'm gonna start by saying that I appreciate all the respect you've given me since you came hear. Real recognize real, it seems. That's a tough skill to learn, but you pull it off well. So thank you.
But if you think this speech is just gonna be me sucking your dick for five minutes going "OH I'm so happy to face off against you, I hope you do your best!" then you're dead wrong. I stay real with everyone I face, and just because you know what's up does not make you an exception.
Y'see Jaice, you're the type of guy that clings to that "underdog" role in this company. Hell, you THRIVE off of it. Now that's something I can relate to you, I spent most of the start of my career losing every match I had, slowly working my way into the fans hearts. You wanna know when I stopped being an underdog, Jaice?
Simple. I started actually winning.
That's the difference between you and I. You've got all the heart in the world, but until you start actually making something of yourself, you'll just be another IWC darling floating around with no momentum.
Now I've already fought you once, Jaice. Slam, TV Title, Triple Threat with CJ Phoenix, I'm sure you remember. Just as I'm sure you remember the Headshot I gave you at the very end of the match. I had both you AND CJ down for that count that night, I just happened to get the cover on CJ is all. So you managed to sneak away from the match without having to eat the pin. But that's not how it's gonna be tonight Jaice. Just you, me and a bunch of fan purchased hardware.
Now you hear the words "Fans Bring The Weapons" and you think of classic nights at the old ECW arena in Philly. Chairs. Frying pans. Nintendo Entertainment Systems. Two person canoes! SKILLETS! Those matches left a legacy in this industry, and it's that legacy we're going to find ourselves in tonight, Jaice.
I'm willing to bet a lot of people are riding on you being the self-proclaimed "Xtreme Aerialist" in order to win thiss match. Easy assumption to make, this type of match is obviously you''re kind of match, and I've never been too much of a specialist in these match types, so I suppose you could say you have the home field advantage.
You know who else had a home field advantage? Andre Aquarius, last night. Now look at him, drowning with zero points.
You've got one win under your belt so far Jaice, so at least you're not swimming in Davey Jones' locker with that Soundcloud punk. But even by your own admission yesterday, a guy like Damian Simmons is nowhere near the levels of a Crow or an FPV or even a Wade. Well you're wish has been answered, you got the easy win, but you never took your opponent seriously. Lemme reiterate something I told you months ago, Jaice. I'll take you seriously, but I'm NOT going to make this easy for you. If I win this match, I'm gonna make you look like an even bigger bitch then you made Damian Simmons look last night. The boy who ran his mouth to much and felt the wrath of a Headshot.
I mean shit, this is what you wanted after all, isn't it? Well we'll see how good you really are once the dust settles. I hope you're ready.
See you tonight.
I could see the camera light flash off, and I finished drying myself off before heading to my hotel room to get my things in order for tonight. It was going to be a barnburner, that much was for sure.