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| Topic Started: Oct 15 2010, 04:47 AM (88 Views) | |
| Alexander Slate | Oct 15 2010, 04:47 AM Post #1 |
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Australia. If you had asked me a few years ago if my exploits would take me on a global tour that included this place, I would have likely laughed at you. To be honest, could you blame me? Nothing like Combat Zone Wrestling had discovered a prodigy such as I at that point, and as such I was forced to languish, to scrape by, but now... things are spectacular. I must admit, I didn't realize until I saw it for myself the natural beauty of this great country. You don't really think of it when you think of Australia. You think of barren deserts, wastelands, animals trying to kill you, poisonous reefs and stinging jellyfish, boomerangs and beer. Oh yeah, and of course that whole “penal colony” thing. But Australia isn't all that. It's mostly that, sure, but there are still a few pockets of beauty if you know where to look. Therefore, I feel a sort of kindred spirit to this land, the pocket of pure, technical wrestling within the barren wastes of all else. I stand here today, in essence, the number one contender for the X-Division title. After all, I know I'm going to fight for the belt at Horrorcore, and not even the title's own champion, the Fifth of a Star Superstar The Paul can attest to that much. But I am getting ahead of myself. The X-Division I believe can be exemplified by one simple word: risk. High risk, high reward is the hallmark of the division, dangerous techniques which even I will admit are devastating when performed correctly, but can have severe consequences with but the tiniest mistake. But am I like that? No. Not at all. Of course I make mistakes; I'm mortal, like all of us. I am not perfect; I merely pursue perfection, and as such I understand that mistakes will be made. In order to make use of high risk/high reward, one must abolish the very idea that they are capable of making a mistake, which crosses the fine line from confidence into arrogance. But then you may wonder why I care about this division at all. Why would I desire competition in such a field? I'll admit, you show intelligence I wouldn't necessarily expect from a fan of this league. It's a valid question that deserves a valid answer, and the answer is thus: My style and theirs mesh very, very well. Remember what I said: high risk, high reward. But if there is no reward, if there is a mistake, then there is pain. I am a proud submission specialist. I am drawn to the slightest bit of a limp like a shark to a few drops of blood. No matter who you are, you are mortal. You are imperfect. You will make mistakes, and the second you land wrong, the second you give me opportunity... I will strike. Just like the shark and his jaws, I will clamp on and there will be no escape. Go ahead and drag me to the ropes if you think you can. A wise man lets the ref know he has until five. A wiser man finds a place where five is but a meaningless number, as pointless as the extra corkscrew rotation you had to try to throw in because it would look so cool on the big screen. Yep. It sure did. Many of you out there may think I abhor this upcoming FTLC match to determine my opponent, but you are as wrong as ever. I'm ecstatic. These men will, without a doubt, be giving it their all. I have no doubts about that. And with chairs, ladders, and flaming tables (because I assume regular tables just weren't good enough) in the mix, do you believe for a second that the winner will be at one hundred percent in two weeks' time? Neither do I. I will be watching this match very, very intently for any and all signs of injury, for at Horrorcore, I will press the advantage, and the title will be mine. But not every match can be a grand display for the title, and for good reason. Sometimes a warm-up match is a necessity, and this upcoming Triple Threat match will work ideally in that regard. Myself, The Paragon, versus one who is quite possibly the largest combatant I have ever seen, and another whom I have no idea who he is or why security keeps letting him backstage. Garrett William first. I can't deny his sheer strength. I can't deny his durability, nor his wanton tenacity. I also can't deny that his sheer size makes many of my signature holds difficult to apply at the best of times. However, it is that very size, that sheer mass, that shall be his downfall. For Garrett William, while a giant, is still a man, and has a man's anatomy. No, you immature juveniles, that is not a segue into a dick joke. The same great weight that provides so much force and momentum to his strikes and renders so many techniques ineffective also wrecks havoc on the man's knees day after day solely by having to hold his body up. As I believe the saying goes, target the weak point of the giant enemy Fiscus for massive damage. Or something like that. I wouldn't know. Goddamn nerds. In any case, while inflicting damage upon the knees will immobilize him, he will still be quite difficult to pin, and even pain that makes it difficult to stand he may not submit to. Fortunately, however, this is a Triple Threat match, and therefore I don't have to worry about it. Instead I can then focus on Rosman Ballard. Let me be blunt: I have no idea who the hell you are. Granted, a lot of people don't know who the hell I am either, but that's due to their own ignorance, not the fact that you bring absolutely nothing to the table. So what, you got some dubious accreditation at some rinky-dink wrestling school and you think that gives you the license to come here into Combat Zone Wrestling and compete with some of the finest fighters around? How dare you! I may not like everyone around here, I may dismiss their fighting styles as superfluous flash, but I respect where they've been and where they've come from. I respect the work and sacrifices they've made to get to where they are. Myself, even after leading Central Michigan University to four consecutive conference championships, took years to get to where I am! And you? You think you have the right to compete with me? You think you have the right to compete with anyone? Then again, they signed you in a time when they're seeking to trim the fat, so perhaps you are deserving of something. I may not have much here on my resume, but Theresa Baines sees the light and I have rightfully earned my spot. I suppose, maybe, you could earn yours as well. But remember that no matter what's on the line, sometimes it's just not your night. No matter what you have to gain, it may not be worth risking your entire career over. I am nothing if not generous; I always give my opponents one very simple way to cease the pain. Tap. Tap. Tap. |
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