Post by khardaway on May 10, 2011 0:47:30 GMT -5
"We All Die Trying..."
5/10/11
I sit here, looking across the room, and there it is. Somehow, I still don’t believe that’s sitting there on the top of my dresser drawer. I wait the day where I go over and pick it up and it’s just a figment of my imagination. A “mirage” as they like to call it, I guess. Did that really happen? Did I just become THE best that the world has to offer? Yet, when I look over, expecting to see nothing but a mirror and some of my belongings, there I see it, perched like it’s a fucking trophy. WCF WORLD CHAMPION is what it says, with a nameplate on the bottom of the belt that reads “Jay Williams”. This isn’t a dream, right? This isn’t some kind of weird nightmare that I keep living day in and day out, right? It shouldn’t be? Is this the work of Oblivion doing his weird mojo to make sure I get scared shitless at the sight of him this weekend? I expect to walk over, grab my belt and have it turned into a bunch of snakes, or a laughing face where the Earth on the belt should be.
(He slowly gets up from his laptop and walks over to the dresser in question, looking at the belt, eyeing it like he wants to punch it in the face or something. Why? No clue. But he reaches his hand out and immediately grabs the belt and takes a long, good hard look at it. Nothing. He figured that. Of course, he didn’t expect…
“What are you doing?”
He jumps and in turn, throws the belt in the air. Luckily, it doesn’t crash on the floor but lands right in the laundry basket. The one that Amy appears to be holding as she walked in the room. Yep…she scared him out of his wits.
She laughs...of course she laughs. She can’t help that she succeeded in something for a change. Still laughing, she somehow repeats the same sentence.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing…nothing at all.”
“Didn’t appear to be “nothing” to me.”
“Well…it was nothing.”
“Whatever you say…weirdo.”
She laughs again, and sets the basket down; taking the belt off of the stack of towels that acted as a cushion and stopped imminent danger from happening. She walks over and puts it over his shoulder, kissing him lovingly on the cheek.
“Just watch where you throw that thing next time, okay?”
“That’s what…”
“DON’T EVEN SAY IT!”
With a quick, yet loving smile, she walks out of the room. Perhaps finishing the laundry. Either way, gives time to work on this promo. I take another look at the belt that she perched over my shoulder and set it back down where it was originally placed, going back to my desk, and back to work at hand.)
It all still feels like a dream. In front of 25,000 raving Mexico City fans, I did what I thought was the impossible. I never thought in my wildest dreams that I would become a World Champion, let alone one in the WCF. I thought I was a lost cause, I thought I was considered a martyr. Nope…little did I know when I walked back to this company, that I would become the quickest World Champion in the history of the company. Look at the list of champions, and tell me if anybody did it in the time span it took me? Okay, scratching off the first champion here, ever…but still, look at what I did? I returned to professional wrestling on February 28th…and won the WCF World Championship on April 25th. 56 days it took me to become THE man here. Yeah, I know what you’re saying…that I’ve had a former career here, and that shouldn’t count. Right? Whatever. I’m now a trivia question. That’s just money enough. You know how awesome it would be to watch Jeopardy with the wife one night and hear this answer…
“He is “dynamite” in the ring, the same ring that won him a World Championship in only 56 days!”
“Yes…Jay?”
“Who is Jay Williams?”
“Correct!”
It’d be a Daily Double too.
Wow, I am REALLY getting ahead of myself, aren’t I? I shouldn’t be thinking about stuff like this. I look at the belt across the room and it should shine out on me that I can’t be taken lightly any more. I try and make jokes, and look where that gets me? Nowhere! The times where I don’t start cracking jokes is when I finally mean something. I tried focusing more and it’s sent Jay Price into retirement -- I know, I know, he’s wrestling Logan at XIII, moving on…-- and I ended up beating Johnny Reb for the title. What more do you guys want from me? Well, with this title comes truth and consequence. The truth being that I’ve become somewhat of a star, getting interviews with the likes of IGN and G4. Hey, I am “The Gamer” after all. I’m honestly kind of enjoying the love.
Of course, there’s one simple problem and that’s the big freakin’ bullseye on my chest as we speak. Actually, there’s one on my back as well, but I’ll get to that in a minute. Of course, holding this title means that I’m Mr. Public Enemy #1 in the world. Everybody’s out to get me because everybody wants what’s currently mine right now. And now…well, there’s three people out there waiting to get their shot. Three good people. I could’ve told you that it wasn’t going to be easy, tenfold…yeah; it’s not going to be an easy run. But should I expect “easy” while holding this?
FUCK NO!
Why would I? If I wanted “easy”, I would’ve went to a pussy promotion and cleaned house. Not here. But let me talk about these guys, because I know, while they don’t need a good talking down to, I’ll still talk about them.
Of course, I got off light if you ask me. I don’t have to defend the title twice in the span of two weeks. Then again, I may not get to defend this title a second time. Because yours truly got sent an invitation to come to a water park in Iowa to defend my title. That’s right…my first title defense is at XIII. Fucking skippy. But wait, there’s more…it’s a “Falls Count Anywhere” match. Anywhere at the water park. I could retain my title on top of the biggest water slide in the state. Then if I wanted to, I could slide down and have a fun ol’ time.
Nope. I don’t think that’s going to be happening. I may be in traction before I could get to have any fun. Because it gets worse…I have to make my first defense against the only man who’s pinned me so far since returning to wrestling. A former champion himself. Hell, he’s even beaten the hell out of one of my former friends for the United States title…well, that was before we went caca for Cuckoo Puffs. I’ll admit something, Oblivion does scare the holy hell out of me. I mean, look at the monster. He makes nightmares out of every person he faces. Does it mean that he’s going to perhaps kick my ass, take my title, and perhaps desecrate the ashes? Not so fast. I will admit, I’m not going to try to create “fuel” for you, because I know nothing I say will matter to you. Well, guess what…same goes for me, big guy. You can try to play Freddy Krueger all you want, it isn’t going to mean a damn thing.
Just as I was getting lucky to get another shot to compete for the World Title by facing Jay Price at Timebomb, you are lucky that you’re getting another shot at the title itself. You’re just damn lucky that you pinned me and got your shot as soon as I hoisted that title above my head. You’re lucky that you gave Mr. Creeping Death himself an idea for a change in his head. I honestly shouldn’t be doing this match. This isn’t my doing. But guess what? I guess I have to make my bed, after all. Like I said…I’m the champion, I wasn’t expecting a cake walk holding this thing. This title is going to be the death of me when I’m done my reign here, which…isn’t going to be for a while.
They can throw you at me, Oblivion.
They can throw the man who FINALLY defeated Torture in the middle of the ring at me, which I would actually be down for, if I can make it to Blast with my body still intact. Jay Williams vs. Donald “D-Day” Deruty sounds like a million buys on PPV. That’s a question mark right now though.
They can throw in the WCF Classic winner to stab me in the back. Who the hell knows when that bastard will strike. I got so paranoid that I honestly thought it was going to happen last week on Slam. Will he cash in after I get decimated and retain my title against you Oblivion? Will he strike on any random chance he can get? Probably. Phil, my man…all you have to do is ask. Any time, any place, any moment. Come up to me and say you want to cash it in. I’ll be glad to take your ass down a notch on the “silver platter” scale.
They can throw some type of elimination match at me in July if I still can walk towards Ultimate Showdown. Six-way elimination match with MORE possible stipulations added? Bring it on. Hell, they can throw the motherfucking Annhilation Complex on me, and I’ll still be walking out the WCF World Champion.
All I’m trying to say to the WCF roster is that it doesn’t mean a god damn thing to me. But back to the matter at hand here…
Oblivion, yeah you may scare the hell out of me, but you mean shit when this title is around my waist. With this title around my waist, I am unbreakable.
The only thing that matters to me is my wife, my kid, and this title. And dammit, whoever is strong enough, whoever is able enough, whoever can be the ONE to actually pry this title away from my cold, dead hands…well then, props to you. Too bad it’s nobody currently here in the WCF that can do that at the moment. I would love for you to try…but winning the WCF World Championship right now…let me just say, it’ll be Game Over for every single one of you.
Believe it.
WCF World Champion
“D”JW
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5/10/11
I sit here, looking across the room, and there it is. Somehow, I still don’t believe that’s sitting there on the top of my dresser drawer. I wait the day where I go over and pick it up and it’s just a figment of my imagination. A “mirage” as they like to call it, I guess. Did that really happen? Did I just become THE best that the world has to offer? Yet, when I look over, expecting to see nothing but a mirror and some of my belongings, there I see it, perched like it’s a fucking trophy. WCF WORLD CHAMPION is what it says, with a nameplate on the bottom of the belt that reads “Jay Williams”. This isn’t a dream, right? This isn’t some kind of weird nightmare that I keep living day in and day out, right? It shouldn’t be? Is this the work of Oblivion doing his weird mojo to make sure I get scared shitless at the sight of him this weekend? I expect to walk over, grab my belt and have it turned into a bunch of snakes, or a laughing face where the Earth on the belt should be.
(He slowly gets up from his laptop and walks over to the dresser in question, looking at the belt, eyeing it like he wants to punch it in the face or something. Why? No clue. But he reaches his hand out and immediately grabs the belt and takes a long, good hard look at it. Nothing. He figured that. Of course, he didn’t expect…
“What are you doing?”
He jumps and in turn, throws the belt in the air. Luckily, it doesn’t crash on the floor but lands right in the laundry basket. The one that Amy appears to be holding as she walked in the room. Yep…she scared him out of his wits.
She laughs...of course she laughs. She can’t help that she succeeded in something for a change. Still laughing, she somehow repeats the same sentence.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing…nothing at all.”
“Didn’t appear to be “nothing” to me.”
“Well…it was nothing.”
“Whatever you say…weirdo.”
She laughs again, and sets the basket down; taking the belt off of the stack of towels that acted as a cushion and stopped imminent danger from happening. She walks over and puts it over his shoulder, kissing him lovingly on the cheek.
“Just watch where you throw that thing next time, okay?”
“That’s what…”
“DON’T EVEN SAY IT!”
With a quick, yet loving smile, she walks out of the room. Perhaps finishing the laundry. Either way, gives time to work on this promo. I take another look at the belt that she perched over my shoulder and set it back down where it was originally placed, going back to my desk, and back to work at hand.)
It all still feels like a dream. In front of 25,000 raving Mexico City fans, I did what I thought was the impossible. I never thought in my wildest dreams that I would become a World Champion, let alone one in the WCF. I thought I was a lost cause, I thought I was considered a martyr. Nope…little did I know when I walked back to this company, that I would become the quickest World Champion in the history of the company. Look at the list of champions, and tell me if anybody did it in the time span it took me? Okay, scratching off the first champion here, ever…but still, look at what I did? I returned to professional wrestling on February 28th…and won the WCF World Championship on April 25th. 56 days it took me to become THE man here. Yeah, I know what you’re saying…that I’ve had a former career here, and that shouldn’t count. Right? Whatever. I’m now a trivia question. That’s just money enough. You know how awesome it would be to watch Jeopardy with the wife one night and hear this answer…
“He is “dynamite” in the ring, the same ring that won him a World Championship in only 56 days!”
“Yes…Jay?”
“Who is Jay Williams?”
“Correct!”
It’d be a Daily Double too.
Wow, I am REALLY getting ahead of myself, aren’t I? I shouldn’t be thinking about stuff like this. I look at the belt across the room and it should shine out on me that I can’t be taken lightly any more. I try and make jokes, and look where that gets me? Nowhere! The times where I don’t start cracking jokes is when I finally mean something. I tried focusing more and it’s sent Jay Price into retirement -- I know, I know, he’s wrestling Logan at XIII, moving on…-- and I ended up beating Johnny Reb for the title. What more do you guys want from me? Well, with this title comes truth and consequence. The truth being that I’ve become somewhat of a star, getting interviews with the likes of IGN and G4. Hey, I am “The Gamer” after all. I’m honestly kind of enjoying the love.
Of course, there’s one simple problem and that’s the big freakin’ bullseye on my chest as we speak. Actually, there’s one on my back as well, but I’ll get to that in a minute. Of course, holding this title means that I’m Mr. Public Enemy #1 in the world. Everybody’s out to get me because everybody wants what’s currently mine right now. And now…well, there’s three people out there waiting to get their shot. Three good people. I could’ve told you that it wasn’t going to be easy, tenfold…yeah; it’s not going to be an easy run. But should I expect “easy” while holding this?
FUCK NO!
Why would I? If I wanted “easy”, I would’ve went to a pussy promotion and cleaned house. Not here. But let me talk about these guys, because I know, while they don’t need a good talking down to, I’ll still talk about them.
Of course, I got off light if you ask me. I don’t have to defend the title twice in the span of two weeks. Then again, I may not get to defend this title a second time. Because yours truly got sent an invitation to come to a water park in Iowa to defend my title. That’s right…my first title defense is at XIII. Fucking skippy. But wait, there’s more…it’s a “Falls Count Anywhere” match. Anywhere at the water park. I could retain my title on top of the biggest water slide in the state. Then if I wanted to, I could slide down and have a fun ol’ time.
Nope. I don’t think that’s going to be happening. I may be in traction before I could get to have any fun. Because it gets worse…I have to make my first defense against the only man who’s pinned me so far since returning to wrestling. A former champion himself. Hell, he’s even beaten the hell out of one of my former friends for the United States title…well, that was before we went caca for Cuckoo Puffs. I’ll admit something, Oblivion does scare the holy hell out of me. I mean, look at the monster. He makes nightmares out of every person he faces. Does it mean that he’s going to perhaps kick my ass, take my title, and perhaps desecrate the ashes? Not so fast. I will admit, I’m not going to try to create “fuel” for you, because I know nothing I say will matter to you. Well, guess what…same goes for me, big guy. You can try to play Freddy Krueger all you want, it isn’t going to mean a damn thing.
Just as I was getting lucky to get another shot to compete for the World Title by facing Jay Price at Timebomb, you are lucky that you’re getting another shot at the title itself. You’re just damn lucky that you pinned me and got your shot as soon as I hoisted that title above my head. You’re lucky that you gave Mr. Creeping Death himself an idea for a change in his head. I honestly shouldn’t be doing this match. This isn’t my doing. But guess what? I guess I have to make my bed, after all. Like I said…I’m the champion, I wasn’t expecting a cake walk holding this thing. This title is going to be the death of me when I’m done my reign here, which…isn’t going to be for a while.
They can throw you at me, Oblivion.
They can throw the man who FINALLY defeated Torture in the middle of the ring at me, which I would actually be down for, if I can make it to Blast with my body still intact. Jay Williams vs. Donald “D-Day” Deruty sounds like a million buys on PPV. That’s a question mark right now though.
They can throw in the WCF Classic winner to stab me in the back. Who the hell knows when that bastard will strike. I got so paranoid that I honestly thought it was going to happen last week on Slam. Will he cash in after I get decimated and retain my title against you Oblivion? Will he strike on any random chance he can get? Probably. Phil, my man…all you have to do is ask. Any time, any place, any moment. Come up to me and say you want to cash it in. I’ll be glad to take your ass down a notch on the “silver platter” scale.
They can throw some type of elimination match at me in July if I still can walk towards Ultimate Showdown. Six-way elimination match with MORE possible stipulations added? Bring it on. Hell, they can throw the motherfucking Annhilation Complex on me, and I’ll still be walking out the WCF World Champion.
All I’m trying to say to the WCF roster is that it doesn’t mean a god damn thing to me. But back to the matter at hand here…
Oblivion, yeah you may scare the hell out of me, but you mean shit when this title is around my waist. With this title around my waist, I am unbreakable.
The only thing that matters to me is my wife, my kid, and this title. And dammit, whoever is strong enough, whoever is able enough, whoever can be the ONE to actually pry this title away from my cold, dead hands…well then, props to you. Too bad it’s nobody currently here in the WCF that can do that at the moment. I would love for you to try…but winning the WCF World Championship right now…let me just say, it’ll be Game Over for every single one of you.
Believe it.
WCF World Champion
“D”JW
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