Post by Grimm on Jul 5, 2016 9:20:50 GMT -5
No blogs, no shaky cell phone cameras, no trash-talking “promos”. No non-sequiturs or forced pontifications with friends and family…
“Yes, I mailed the bills this morning.”
“Speaking of which, how do you think you’ll do in your match at Trauma?”
“I’m glad you asked, because, boy, do I have some wicked insults lined up for my opponent. Here, let me start prattling them off…”
You’ll get nothing of the sort from Grimm.
At least not intentionally…
~~~~~~~~~
Not that there was anything wrong with it.
~~~~~~~~~
Phinehas Dillinger found himself in something of a quandary. He’d just competed in a tag team match, in which his partner had been his oldest associate, Michael Wryght. Their opponents had been (1) Dan Fierce, the winner of the 2016 Icey Invitational Tournament and therefore an eventual challenger for the World Title, and (2) Murdoc, a man quite cross with Mr. Showtime in regards to his decisions-as-PCW-President concerning certain match outcomes.
That wasn’t the quandary, even though he hadn’t come out on the winning end of things. That was just a recap of his most recent match. The quandary was that Grimm was about to take part in his second tag team match in as many Traumas, and this upcoming one involved (1) Justin Kaard, the man who had beaten Grimm for the World Title two pay per views ago, and whom Grimm had defeated to regain that very title at the last big show, and (2) Andy D, who had defeated the Lord of Misrule in a recent singles match. (Yes, Andy D had won…with his finishing move. Which everyone knows we will ALL attempt. After all, it’s the very definition of ‘finishing move.’ Grimm KNEW it was coming. And yet.) And Grimm’s partner was Seromine, who, let’s be honest, was something of a wild card. Who knew what that guy’s strategy was this week, other than continuing his bizarre feud with Nathan Saniti and Kelli Starr.
All that being said, the team of Grimm and Saromine was at something of an advantage, in that Andy D’s partner did not appear to have his wits about him at the moment (or he didn’t as of the beginning of the sketching out of this piece of writing). Andy D, well, as successful as his return to PCW has gone, he couldn’t expect to take on the likes of these two with a distracted partner. And to be honest, it’s almost been like some of his victories had come against similarly distracted opponents. As if mentally they hadn’t shown up.
But that was not Grimm’s place to judge. It was Grimm’s place to fight, and to defend whatever title he held at the time. For as long as he held it.
Because, despite the Hangtown Horror’s reputation, despite his record, despite the accolades he’d collected over the years, he knew it was only a matter of time. You win…and you lose. You are a champion…until you’re not. Grimm had held nearly every title imaginable. He had gone above and beyond the boundaries of what was considered acceptable in a wrestling ring.
Grimm had messed some people up.
The facts were these: Dan Fierce proclaimed his intention to fight for the World Title. Justin Kaard had done the same. Andy D had what people might call ‘payback’ coming his way. They, and all the others, could ambush, could demand this, that, and the other, and could make ridiculous threats. They could promote a sense of entitlement or a false sense of humility.
And at the end of it all, it didn’t matter.
Grimm had done his best (or worst, depending on your frame of reference). He held himself to a high standard, and he didn’t tolerate any less from his opponents or allies. Grimm’s record stood as evidence for what consistency could accomplish. For what happened when one didn’t leave a federation in a fit of rage when one didn’t agree with the front office. When one didn’t disappear during a moment of boredom or a fall into complacency. Or when one’s career didn’t amount to the success and esteem of the masses for which one had hoped – despite the thin veneer of a story, an explanation, a weak excuse to explain one’s shoddy performances across the past. After all, in the words of Persius, “He conquers who endures.”
The newcomer joins Pure Class Wrestling, and finds Grimm there. A career runs its course, and Grimm is there. A wrestler leaves the federation for whatever reason, and Grimm remains. He or she comes back out of a sense of desperation and unfinished business, and Grimm is still there to welcome them back with a Harvest. The masses pursue an endless search for validation, for meaning, for identity, elsewhere. The masses do not find it.
You know what they find.
They can lose, they can win, they can even win against him. Some allow Grimm to become their obsession. That’s dangerous. Not that he didn’t enjoy the psychological edge, but he’s not their only opponent. Looking towards him and only him was a good way to, at best, lose, and, at worst, get hurt really bad.
Regardless…they will all lose the same eventually.
~~~~~~~~~
Golden boys and girls all must / Like chimney sweepers / Come to dust.
“Yes, I mailed the bills this morning.”
“Speaking of which, how do you think you’ll do in your match at Trauma?”
“I’m glad you asked, because, boy, do I have some wicked insults lined up for my opponent. Here, let me start prattling them off…”
You’ll get nothing of the sort from Grimm.
At least not intentionally…
~~~~~~~~~
Not that there was anything wrong with it.
~~~~~~~~~
Phinehas Dillinger found himself in something of a quandary. He’d just competed in a tag team match, in which his partner had been his oldest associate, Michael Wryght. Their opponents had been (1) Dan Fierce, the winner of the 2016 Icey Invitational Tournament and therefore an eventual challenger for the World Title, and (2) Murdoc, a man quite cross with Mr. Showtime in regards to his decisions-as-PCW-President concerning certain match outcomes.
That wasn’t the quandary, even though he hadn’t come out on the winning end of things. That was just a recap of his most recent match. The quandary was that Grimm was about to take part in his second tag team match in as many Traumas, and this upcoming one involved (1) Justin Kaard, the man who had beaten Grimm for the World Title two pay per views ago, and whom Grimm had defeated to regain that very title at the last big show, and (2) Andy D, who had defeated the Lord of Misrule in a recent singles match. (Yes, Andy D had won…with his finishing move. Which everyone knows we will ALL attempt. After all, it’s the very definition of ‘finishing move.’ Grimm KNEW it was coming. And yet.) And Grimm’s partner was Seromine, who, let’s be honest, was something of a wild card. Who knew what that guy’s strategy was this week, other than continuing his bizarre feud with Nathan Saniti and Kelli Starr.
All that being said, the team of Grimm and Saromine was at something of an advantage, in that Andy D’s partner did not appear to have his wits about him at the moment (or he didn’t as of the beginning of the sketching out of this piece of writing). Andy D, well, as successful as his return to PCW has gone, he couldn’t expect to take on the likes of these two with a distracted partner. And to be honest, it’s almost been like some of his victories had come against similarly distracted opponents. As if mentally they hadn’t shown up.
But that was not Grimm’s place to judge. It was Grimm’s place to fight, and to defend whatever title he held at the time. For as long as he held it.
Because, despite the Hangtown Horror’s reputation, despite his record, despite the accolades he’d collected over the years, he knew it was only a matter of time. You win…and you lose. You are a champion…until you’re not. Grimm had held nearly every title imaginable. He had gone above and beyond the boundaries of what was considered acceptable in a wrestling ring.
Grimm had messed some people up.
The facts were these: Dan Fierce proclaimed his intention to fight for the World Title. Justin Kaard had done the same. Andy D had what people might call ‘payback’ coming his way. They, and all the others, could ambush, could demand this, that, and the other, and could make ridiculous threats. They could promote a sense of entitlement or a false sense of humility.
And at the end of it all, it didn’t matter.
Grimm had done his best (or worst, depending on your frame of reference). He held himself to a high standard, and he didn’t tolerate any less from his opponents or allies. Grimm’s record stood as evidence for what consistency could accomplish. For what happened when one didn’t leave a federation in a fit of rage when one didn’t agree with the front office. When one didn’t disappear during a moment of boredom or a fall into complacency. Or when one’s career didn’t amount to the success and esteem of the masses for which one had hoped – despite the thin veneer of a story, an explanation, a weak excuse to explain one’s shoddy performances across the past. After all, in the words of Persius, “He conquers who endures.”
The newcomer joins Pure Class Wrestling, and finds Grimm there. A career runs its course, and Grimm is there. A wrestler leaves the federation for whatever reason, and Grimm remains. He or she comes back out of a sense of desperation and unfinished business, and Grimm is still there to welcome them back with a Harvest. The masses pursue an endless search for validation, for meaning, for identity, elsewhere. The masses do not find it.
You know what they find.
They can lose, they can win, they can even win against him. Some allow Grimm to become their obsession. That’s dangerous. Not that he didn’t enjoy the psychological edge, but he’s not their only opponent. Looking towards him and only him was a good way to, at best, lose, and, at worst, get hurt really bad.
Regardless…they will all lose the same eventually.
~~~~~~~~~
Golden boys and girls all must / Like chimney sweepers / Come to dust.
