People don't care about how far you've come, so perhaps we should stop caring about people?
It's in my nature to think negatively. I guess sometimes I take the whole ship down with me.
However.
For this I had to bet all of the pot. I need this more then you.
I lift the leather to my face and take it back away. Those few weeks I had to wear it to still compete. I felt alive again. Levinator is who forced me to come back out of my shell. It was something I felt has been lost with GWP management just going M.I.A on me mid summer. I can feel it coming up again, the emotions, the flash backs, ... my lunch!
I don't think you need me to go into detail about how sick I am feeling. Wiping the vomit off my chin I roll back onto the floor and lay there looking up. Hanging on the wall like the den of a great hunter are my own accolades. There is no dust on them since I take the time to polish them each visit home. The ground isn't still for me it feels like the shaky part of the (not-so) Funhouse.
What are we doing here? Defending our title.
Should I feel shame that I haven't been able to grab ONE accolade to mention on Union battle ground this year?
Why?
I had amazing opponents and you think I am just spitting out bullshit.
When I faced Joe I was so high on my own dick that I wouldn't have given it a second though that I had to do any work to get anywhere here.
He taught me a lesson didn't he, but weird, where the hell is that guy?
I am positive he is doing great wherever he is because I knew what it felt like to fight him.
Awoke.
I realized that if I EVER want to fight the likes of Nemesis, of Dick Devereaux, if I am going to hold onto the title I came here for, I need to step it up.
I laugh, my mouth dry from the nagging heat that's been plaguing my town. Tilting my head to the side slowly I look at the bucket that has became my best friend for the last 15 minuets. The things keep flashing back to me in a black and white movie slowly.
The Battle of the Kings.
Remember the Bullet King?
I like that guy, perhaps it was a fluke I let myself believe.
Only person that really gave a damn I am going to same on a limb was Me. Did I prove anything fighting Alex?
No.
I left thinking that at least I can still step up to the plate and take a swing. This isn't Casey up to bat we are skipping right to Blake.
In between the rattling of my brain and the flashes of cinematography forcing me into the past, I catch a glimpse of my mask. The quake over me threatens to force up more of my lunch.
Old Yeller
I could black out getting into this section. I remember Johnny Vachon he was the first one that wanted to comment that my life should end.
Why? So you can win a match.
I killed a guy to keep a hold of a championship before.
I-I slipped... It takes a lot to hold onto a championship without it letting it define you.
It is the responsibility of the holder to define the title.
Representing a Global brand, dubbed the King of Canines.
... ... ...
I guess seeing as we are at the end of the world right now I should come out with it.
Every time I see someone calling me out as a bitch, I laugh. Who isn't? To a degree we all lower ourselves.
What have we got?
Mary-Jane is preoccupied I lost her to a thug, because how else would I get alone time?
Slumping back against the wooden bar. The present starts to come into vision like a water color. The rushing movie reel is still spinning by. I can see spinning my little girl around because for some reason she likes it. For the moment letting her feel brave and strong gives her the courage to keep striving forward. She is only five, my memories from five creep over my brain filling me with terror. I vowed I would never let my children feel this.
Trench War
I failed at this big time didn't I?
I had a new hope. (play that star wars theme, I am loyal, blow me) I hate to offend people. Those days of getting a little rise out of it are over.
Maybe this is growing up?
I have done things my way since getting here, taking each opportunity that Axel Graves gave to me.
What did I have to offer as I seen the Trench War championship get smaller and smaller with distance as Emery carried it Far Far away.
Things start to feel settled suddenly. This must be the eye before that storm. Noticing that my thumb was unconsciously caressing the mask I have forgotten in my hand. I begin to wonder about what message I should be sending to people? Is this stupid to motivate people to push themselves this bad? Am I that bad of a person for having two sides?
Demented Mickey Mouse
Now that I officially have the Mickey Mouse Club stuck in my head, I bet you might wonder why I picked that as a talking point?
As a human being, as a champion I have great respect for Finn Whelan. Hell of a lot more then Levinator.
I haven't walked the path he has and he hasn't been in my shoes.
Having said that our paths did cross. Again with the life ending?
Perhaps he got what he wanted because it did get to my head.
Here was a younger, a hungrier Canis lupus. I am domesticated, but is that bad?
That match was something I promised I would deliver on. I was fighting someone who is the very best there is today.
It's a fact I lost that match. We can go back and look at a lot of the matches I have lost this season.
I never lost when it counted. Check.
When I came back off my losses I have learned from them banking for the times that it calls for.
Slowly I hesitate, I have to become that creature. My hands tremble caught in a dead stare at the dead animal hide rising to my face. Each breath feels like I am experiencing an asthmatic attack, maybe I am? Cool to the touch my mask fuses to my cheeks and forehead. Keeping my eyes shut I am terrified that opening them will induce the scream shaking inside my core.
The man with the Snap
2007
I could relapse and slip back into feeling like a broken record but this is a time to fight dirty.
Levinator? Do you hear me?
You did come to Union Battleground for me right?
No one else could end me but you am I right?
You don't want to fight just Blake Archer. Tell us the truth.
Do you remember when you helped Adrian get rid of me, that was you right?
This has been your purpose in my life all along. My life is tied to yours.
I didn't come into this industry thinking I want to be the next Levinator. YOU are the one that wanted to mold me that way.
This is YOUR fault!
Own it!
I own my part Levinator, you are right I rebelled. Can anyone blame me, look at who you really are?
I used to wonder why the hell did Brutus stab Caesar?
until that day you cost me my Universe Championship.
2014. What in this world would possess Claus von Stauffenberg to plant a bomb to blow up his Führer?! Excessive, well tough because that's the things I think about to make doing this easier. I used to give you the benefit of the doubt, I used to speak so highly of you.
Now I can see clearly, I was grateful for what you've done for my career.
For every step you helped me climb you'd knock me down three.
I am a better man than that, I am a better person then that.
Even if Defunct this is a title that has you right where I want you.
One on one in that ring.
NOW ... 2018.
I have the year of the dog behind me, and the fall is running by.
This is a time when it calls to stoop to the level of your opponent.
It is time to take that Juggernut head of yours and remove it from your ass. You might have got stuff going Levinator, but you sure as hell have not seen me get to where I am now.
I am the Global Wrestling Promotion's World Heavyweight Champion, and I am going to leave that way.
