That Doesn’t Mean it Didn’t Sting a Bit
Mar 14, 2017 20:36:02 GMT -5
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Post by Rick Majors on Mar 14, 2017 20:36:02 GMT -5
He felt like a politician.
Backstage politics was never his thing. In all honesty, he quietly blamed this aspect of his personality for his lack of success over the past decade or so. Young Rick Majors was brash and overconfident and always willing to come out and tell the world how incredible he was, and that included telling management. Like it or not, promoting yourself to management leads to opportunities. That’s how Rick Majors had held the NLCW Cruiserweight Championship longer than anyone in the company. That’s why he co-held the record for the longest championship reign of any title in company history. That's how he became the company's first Undisputed Champion.
That was 15 years ago.
The Rick Majors of today didn’t advertise his accomplishments. He didn’t sing his own praises. He preferred to let his actions speak for him. And, in most cases, he actions weren’t very good communicators. Until Rick Majors won the Deadly Rumble, he didn’t have any PCW accomplishments to brag about. What was he supposed to say "Remember that time I fought Whitey Ford for a title and he beat me?" "I came in second in the Deadly Rumble once?" "Hey, Grimm nearly killed me, give me a title shot?" "I won a round in the Icemann Invitational Tournament then tried to take my own life?"
It wasn't exactly a stunning résumé and he knew it.
But that hadn’t stopped others. He’d seen it happen over and over and over. They’d walk into the office of whoever was president at the time and make their case for why they should be competing for a title. It didn't matter what they had actually done. They’d talk to road agents and show producers and referees and any PCW official they could find. They’d lobby for higher profile matches and title opportunities and, most of the time, it worked.
Rick Majors, at 45 years old, didn’t play those games. He put his head down, he pushed forward, and he waited to be recognized.
That recognition never came. Of course, most of the time, that recognition wasn’t deserved. But then he won the Deadly Rumble. He earned himself a title shot. Then, shortly afterwards, he outlasted a field of the best in PCW history and stood tall at the end of Trauma 200. He finally had a case.
And he gave it up.
He knew Dan Fierce was more likely to defeat Murdoc, and he was proven correct when Fierce did just that. It felt good watching Fierce hold the title. He was a good man who had been screwed in the past and he deserved that championship. Murdoc didn’t. Murdoc took his ball and went home the minute he claimed the gold, so it was almost as nice to see him lose as it was to see Dan win.
But that doesn’t mean it didn’t sting a bit.
That could have been Rick Majors. He could have been the one holding the PCW World Championship over his head. But that didn't happen. Hwever, it wasn’t all bad. Majors was soon booked in a match against Seromine, the reigning PCW International Champion.
Seromine has held that title for a long time. Dethroning him may have been an even more impressive accomplishment than defeating Murdoc. Murdoc didn't defend his title against anyone. Seromine had taken on all comers.
But Kelli Starr had done beaten him the show before, so Rick was possible. All he had to do was replicate her success and he’d punch himself a ticket to a championship match.
He lost.
Kelli Starr was going to face Seromine for the title. He wasn’t. And it wasn’t because he’d stepped aside or given up an opportunity. It was because he didn’t deserve it. And she did.
But that doesn’t mean it didn’t sting a bit.
Another opportunity had slipped through Rick Majors’ fingers.
Seromine wasn’t just a champion. Losing that match wasn’t just a blown opportunity. Seromine had verbally attacked and insulted his family. He had made it personal. Rick Majors wanted the championship but he also wanted revenge.
He looked to Kelli Starr for help. They’d worked together in the past and she’d helped him take on The Darkness, so maybe she would help again. And, to her credit, she did. They faced off against Seromine and Destiny and she more than held her own. In fact, she carried the team. He was the one who had faltered. He was the one who wasn’t good enough. He was the one who lost.
So when the rumoured Mass Destruction card went around backstage, he wasn’t surprised to see that he had not been booked. There, in bold font, was “PCW International Championship: Seromine© vs “Dollface” Kelli Starr.”
It made sense. She had earned it. She was the person who was most likely to defeat Seromine. She could take that championship away from him. And Rick Majors knew how much the International Title meant to Seromine. It was one of the selling points of his cult. He could hold up that title and point to his lengthy reign as proof that he was in fact the god that he claimed to be. Taking him from him would put a dent in his armor. It might loosen his grip on his Followers. It might start his entire downfall.
So he needed to lose that title. And Kelli Starr was more than capable of taking it from him.
But that doesn’t mean it didn’t sting a bit.
Rick Majors wanted to be that person. He wanted to be the one to take Seromine down. So, he called Michael Wryght’s office. He wanted to plead his case. He wanted to be included in that match. He needed to be included in that match.
No answer. He left a message. Then he called again. And again. More messages. He texted. He emailed. He talked to assistants. He literally folded up a piece of paper and slid it under the president’s door.
He needed this match.
He played every card he had. He was a veteran. He was loyal. He has had recent success. Seromine had attacked his family. Seromine as champion was a danger to the entire company. Seromine needed to be stopped. Let him be the one to stop him. Please.
For whatever reason, Wryght must have finally relented. Maybe he felt sorry for Majors. Maybe he honestly believed him. Maybe he just wanted to be left alone. For whatever reason, when the official card was actually released, Rick Majors had been included in the International Championship match.
And now Seromine was going to lose the International Championship.
Kelli Starr and Rick Majors would make sure of it. One of them was leaving Mass Destruction with that title. And Rick hoped it would be him.
Seromine has been a huge threat since winning that belt, not just to PCW, but to the entire world. He truly believes that he is a god. The longer he has carried that title, the stronger he has become. He holds more power withe every day. He needs to be stopped and now it is going to happen.
Destroy Seromine together, then face each other for the gold. They hadn’t talked it out, they hadn’t made a plan, but deep down Rick Majors knew they were on the same page. He saw the hatred in Kelli’s eyes when she looked at Seromine. She holds a need for vengeance that rivals his own.
Seromine wasn’t going to leave Mass Destruction with that title. He would be lucky if he left alive.
As for Kelli Starr, Rick believed he could defeat her. She was tough and talented and she has a tonne of momentum, but he believed he could win. It would be close. It would be difficult. But he could do it.
Rick Majors will be a champion again. Finally.
He’ll give Kelli a one-on-one rematch later.
Backstage politics was never his thing. In all honesty, he quietly blamed this aspect of his personality for his lack of success over the past decade or so. Young Rick Majors was brash and overconfident and always willing to come out and tell the world how incredible he was, and that included telling management. Like it or not, promoting yourself to management leads to opportunities. That’s how Rick Majors had held the NLCW Cruiserweight Championship longer than anyone in the company. That’s why he co-held the record for the longest championship reign of any title in company history. That's how he became the company's first Undisputed Champion.
That was 15 years ago.
The Rick Majors of today didn’t advertise his accomplishments. He didn’t sing his own praises. He preferred to let his actions speak for him. And, in most cases, he actions weren’t very good communicators. Until Rick Majors won the Deadly Rumble, he didn’t have any PCW accomplishments to brag about. What was he supposed to say "Remember that time I fought Whitey Ford for a title and he beat me?" "I came in second in the Deadly Rumble once?" "Hey, Grimm nearly killed me, give me a title shot?" "I won a round in the Icemann Invitational Tournament then tried to take my own life?"
It wasn't exactly a stunning résumé and he knew it.
But that hadn’t stopped others. He’d seen it happen over and over and over. They’d walk into the office of whoever was president at the time and make their case for why they should be competing for a title. It didn't matter what they had actually done. They’d talk to road agents and show producers and referees and any PCW official they could find. They’d lobby for higher profile matches and title opportunities and, most of the time, it worked.
Rick Majors, at 45 years old, didn’t play those games. He put his head down, he pushed forward, and he waited to be recognized.
That recognition never came. Of course, most of the time, that recognition wasn’t deserved. But then he won the Deadly Rumble. He earned himself a title shot. Then, shortly afterwards, he outlasted a field of the best in PCW history and stood tall at the end of Trauma 200. He finally had a case.
And he gave it up.
He knew Dan Fierce was more likely to defeat Murdoc, and he was proven correct when Fierce did just that. It felt good watching Fierce hold the title. He was a good man who had been screwed in the past and he deserved that championship. Murdoc didn’t. Murdoc took his ball and went home the minute he claimed the gold, so it was almost as nice to see him lose as it was to see Dan win.
But that doesn’t mean it didn’t sting a bit.
That could have been Rick Majors. He could have been the one holding the PCW World Championship over his head. But that didn't happen. Hwever, it wasn’t all bad. Majors was soon booked in a match against Seromine, the reigning PCW International Champion.
Seromine has held that title for a long time. Dethroning him may have been an even more impressive accomplishment than defeating Murdoc. Murdoc didn't defend his title against anyone. Seromine had taken on all comers.
But Kelli Starr had done beaten him the show before, so Rick was possible. All he had to do was replicate her success and he’d punch himself a ticket to a championship match.
He lost.
Kelli Starr was going to face Seromine for the title. He wasn’t. And it wasn’t because he’d stepped aside or given up an opportunity. It was because he didn’t deserve it. And she did.
But that doesn’t mean it didn’t sting a bit.
Another opportunity had slipped through Rick Majors’ fingers.
Seromine wasn’t just a champion. Losing that match wasn’t just a blown opportunity. Seromine had verbally attacked and insulted his family. He had made it personal. Rick Majors wanted the championship but he also wanted revenge.
He looked to Kelli Starr for help. They’d worked together in the past and she’d helped him take on The Darkness, so maybe she would help again. And, to her credit, she did. They faced off against Seromine and Destiny and she more than held her own. In fact, she carried the team. He was the one who had faltered. He was the one who wasn’t good enough. He was the one who lost.
So when the rumoured Mass Destruction card went around backstage, he wasn’t surprised to see that he had not been booked. There, in bold font, was “PCW International Championship: Seromine© vs “Dollface” Kelli Starr.”
It made sense. She had earned it. She was the person who was most likely to defeat Seromine. She could take that championship away from him. And Rick Majors knew how much the International Title meant to Seromine. It was one of the selling points of his cult. He could hold up that title and point to his lengthy reign as proof that he was in fact the god that he claimed to be. Taking him from him would put a dent in his armor. It might loosen his grip on his Followers. It might start his entire downfall.
So he needed to lose that title. And Kelli Starr was more than capable of taking it from him.
But that doesn’t mean it didn’t sting a bit.
Rick Majors wanted to be that person. He wanted to be the one to take Seromine down. So, he called Michael Wryght’s office. He wanted to plead his case. He wanted to be included in that match. He needed to be included in that match.
No answer. He left a message. Then he called again. And again. More messages. He texted. He emailed. He talked to assistants. He literally folded up a piece of paper and slid it under the president’s door.
He needed this match.
He played every card he had. He was a veteran. He was loyal. He has had recent success. Seromine had attacked his family. Seromine as champion was a danger to the entire company. Seromine needed to be stopped. Let him be the one to stop him. Please.
For whatever reason, Wryght must have finally relented. Maybe he felt sorry for Majors. Maybe he honestly believed him. Maybe he just wanted to be left alone. For whatever reason, when the official card was actually released, Rick Majors had been included in the International Championship match.
And now Seromine was going to lose the International Championship.
Kelli Starr and Rick Majors would make sure of it. One of them was leaving Mass Destruction with that title. And Rick hoped it would be him.
Seromine has been a huge threat since winning that belt, not just to PCW, but to the entire world. He truly believes that he is a god. The longer he has carried that title, the stronger he has become. He holds more power withe every day. He needs to be stopped and now it is going to happen.
Destroy Seromine together, then face each other for the gold. They hadn’t talked it out, they hadn’t made a plan, but deep down Rick Majors knew they were on the same page. He saw the hatred in Kelli’s eyes when she looked at Seromine. She holds a need for vengeance that rivals his own.
Seromine wasn’t going to leave Mass Destruction with that title. He would be lucky if he left alive.
As for Kelli Starr, Rick believed he could defeat her. She was tough and talented and she has a tonne of momentum, but he believed he could win. It would be close. It would be difficult. But he could do it.
Rick Majors will be a champion again. Finally.
He’ll give Kelli a one-on-one rematch later.
