Post by The Anarchist on Apr 14, 2018 22:49:22 GMT -5
We were here.
I wasn’t booked for the show.
But we were here.
You didn’t see us on camera.
But we were here.
We were here. Watching. Observing. Taking in ALL of the hard hitting action of Trauma. We didn’t have to be here. Yet here we are. You’re welcome. Your lives now have meaning restored. A better purpose because of our very presence there. Our cosmic energy energizing the Pure Class Arena.
We will be there.
At the upcoming Trauma. But first, let’s get something out of the way. A minor quibble if you will.
The Icemann Invitational Tournament.
For those new to this, the winner receives an opportunity at ANY one of the championships in the company. Imagine if you would, Stacy Jones or Gerard Angelo winning. Yes, I know, the “Hollywood Hero” lost. But he isn’t out. There is still the Last Chance Battle Royal he can enter.
Get familiar with that concept, High Tide.
But back to Stacy and Gerard. Imagine if one of them managed to win this whole tournament. Mind you I’m in it, so that won’t happen. But let’s pretend. They are new to the company. Well, Gerard is. Stacy is RISING FROM THE ASHES like the mighty phoenix! Resurrected like Christ sounds better, but let’s not venture off the path.
Following the format, that means Dominator, Stormm, or Kyle Shane could be challenged. Kyle Shane was the most recent winner and he decided to cash in on Gabriel, the then North American Champion. You know the outcome there. Presuming one of the aforementioned challengers wins this bullshit, goes on to Mr. Shane and WINS…
Why, Pure Class Wrestling would have a NEW STAR!
This is a tournament that could see the current Underground champion AND undefeated monster, DOMINATOR win and become a DUAL champion! What about Grimm? Yes, he rebounded nicely from his loss to Kyle Shane, by taking down the other half of The Sea Men, Wasp. Surely ol’ Hangtown Horror HAS to be an odds on favorite, no?
No. That’s just it. No.
Let’s add two letters to that. I’ll take an ‘n’ and an ‘e’ and solve the puzzle.
NONE
As in NONE of the other participants have a chance to win this. They all think they do. They are all very talented, tough, individuals. But as we learned in Highlander, there can only be ONE.
One.
Two.
Three.
Get used to that sound, High Tide.
Now then. What about YOUR Lord and Savior?
Heh. I didn’t want to be in this. I have nothing to prove. I have nothing to gain. While everyone races off to title land, I’m over here going “been there, done that” but I won’t turn down the chance to end the hopes of others. INVITATIONAL is a funny word to include in the name. It implies that we were invited to take part in a tournament named after our deceased boss.
Memorial would have been more appropriate, but hey, I just wrestle for a living.
I never got an invitation in the mail. I never got a phone call, an email, a text, a tweet…
I don’t actually use Twitter, but two of my children do.
Get the picture? Good. I wasn’t invited. I was tossed into a bracket and paired up with the resident pirate. A man I defeated during my International Title run. A man who had been talking about putting us all on notice, but hasn’t exactly been a good leader. Want proof? Look at tonight’s show.
Wasp? Lost.
Razor Blade? Lost.
Arica Lewitt? Lost.
0-3, pirate. I suppose the ‘O’ in order should actually be a zero. The captain goes down with the ship and rest assured, yours is going to sink in Port Salvation. Unlike the Psycho Circus, I’m not your enemy. You just happen to be the first in my way.
I also notice that on the same show, Gabriel has himself a showdown with Tyler Scott.
I’ve heard all of the locker room talk about what has been going on between us. I’m about to set the record straight. Gabriel is getting a dose of what some would call ‘tough love.’ He had to be reminded over and over about doing as told. And look at what was gifted to him! A SPOT in this little tournament!
Once again, I save him from himself, and provide him a path to redemption! Gabriel is going to go out there and make me proud. Or else...a loss to Tyler Scott WILL eliminate him completely. There will be no “last chance” for him. It’s do or die. And we will be watching.
Seromine hits stop on the recording. Trauma has just ended with an incredible North American title rematch between Tyler Scott and Justin “Stormm” Michaels. He and Destiny had been taking everything in from the very press box that Phinehas Grimm usually occupies when not in competition. Seromine took it upon himself to give a cleansing to the room before having a seat. There would be no idiot interviewers to interrupt his solitude. It was isolated from the commotion of the faithful. It was a piece of heaven.
Seromine had things on his mind. So, he recorded them for posterity. Destiny kept herself entertained by doing crossword puzzles, taking the occasional glance at the in-ring action. Before the two lovebirds depart, Destiny makes sure to leave a copy of the bible behind for the resident boogeyman. A little token of appreciation. Before long they would be on a flight back home for Anaheim. But not before a little detour first…
They enter the dark room where Gabriel had been in a short-term relationship with a steel chair. Shot after shot found their mark. Each one unrelenting in punishment. Gabriel was provided a test of strength. He failed. A light is flipped on. Had it been the case then, he would have seen that it was the same spot he tried to commit suicide in. Everything had a purpose. What happened that night wasn’t out of anger...
Off. On.
“Enjoying yourself much?” asks the Serpentine Sermonizer.
Destiny smirks as she continues to play with the light. No rhyme or reason to it, really. She was just entertained. “You can’t tell me you never did this before.”
“Who hasn’t?”
She nods and leaves the light on like it were a Motel 6.
“Do you think he got the message?” asks Destiny as she stands in the spot she was in before. “I mean, really got it?”
“Let’s hope so. I would hate to send another.”
Destiny’s gaze focuses on where Gabriel lay after he was unable to follow the order to not fall. She crouches down, draws an X, and shakes her head disapprovingly. “Tyler Scott is no slouch. He took Justin to the limit, TWICE, and very well could have been the North American champion right now. What if Gabriel loses?”
She was serious. Seromine surveys the room some more. He is rewinding the scene in his head over and over. The question gets lost in translation as his body tenses up. Without warning, he is making the motion of slamming an imaginary chair over and over.
“JASON!” Destiny yells, pulling his attention to her. “Answer me, please.”
“I love you too.”
“Cute. But I asked what if Gabriel loses?”
Seromine gains his composure as he walks to his wife. The sounds of shuffling staff and co-workers can be heard outside the room. No matter. The door is locked. Seromine kneels next to his wife, contemplating how best to respond.
“You already know the answer...”
“Yes, but I want to hear you say it. Just one more time.”
A sigh. “He’ll have to answer for it.”
Destiny smiles as she caresses her husband’s face. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”
She makes a motion like a body were being drawn with chalk. After a few minutes, they exit the room, returning it back to a state of darkness. There was much to go over for the future. First, High Tide would need to be taken care of. Seromine was booked to go last, so if Gabriel does lose that night, well, you’ll just have to wait and see. But Seromine had all the confidence in the world that he wouldn’t.
I wasn’t booked for the show.
But we were here.
You didn’t see us on camera.
But we were here.
We were here. Watching. Observing. Taking in ALL of the hard hitting action of Trauma. We didn’t have to be here. Yet here we are. You’re welcome. Your lives now have meaning restored. A better purpose because of our very presence there. Our cosmic energy energizing the Pure Class Arena.
We will be there.
At the upcoming Trauma. But first, let’s get something out of the way. A minor quibble if you will.
The Icemann Invitational Tournament.
For those new to this, the winner receives an opportunity at ANY one of the championships in the company. Imagine if you would, Stacy Jones or Gerard Angelo winning. Yes, I know, the “Hollywood Hero” lost. But he isn’t out. There is still the Last Chance Battle Royal he can enter.
Get familiar with that concept, High Tide.
But back to Stacy and Gerard. Imagine if one of them managed to win this whole tournament. Mind you I’m in it, so that won’t happen. But let’s pretend. They are new to the company. Well, Gerard is. Stacy is RISING FROM THE ASHES like the mighty phoenix! Resurrected like Christ sounds better, but let’s not venture off the path.
Following the format, that means Dominator, Stormm, or Kyle Shane could be challenged. Kyle Shane was the most recent winner and he decided to cash in on Gabriel, the then North American Champion. You know the outcome there. Presuming one of the aforementioned challengers wins this bullshit, goes on to Mr. Shane and WINS…
Why, Pure Class Wrestling would have a NEW STAR!
This is a tournament that could see the current Underground champion AND undefeated monster, DOMINATOR win and become a DUAL champion! What about Grimm? Yes, he rebounded nicely from his loss to Kyle Shane, by taking down the other half of The Sea Men, Wasp. Surely ol’ Hangtown Horror HAS to be an odds on favorite, no?
No. That’s just it. No.
Let’s add two letters to that. I’ll take an ‘n’ and an ‘e’ and solve the puzzle.
NONE
As in NONE of the other participants have a chance to win this. They all think they do. They are all very talented, tough, individuals. But as we learned in Highlander, there can only be ONE.
One.
Two.
Three.
Get used to that sound, High Tide.
Now then. What about YOUR Lord and Savior?
Heh. I didn’t want to be in this. I have nothing to prove. I have nothing to gain. While everyone races off to title land, I’m over here going “been there, done that” but I won’t turn down the chance to end the hopes of others. INVITATIONAL is a funny word to include in the name. It implies that we were invited to take part in a tournament named after our deceased boss.
Memorial would have been more appropriate, but hey, I just wrestle for a living.
I never got an invitation in the mail. I never got a phone call, an email, a text, a tweet…
I don’t actually use Twitter, but two of my children do.
Get the picture? Good. I wasn’t invited. I was tossed into a bracket and paired up with the resident pirate. A man I defeated during my International Title run. A man who had been talking about putting us all on notice, but hasn’t exactly been a good leader. Want proof? Look at tonight’s show.
Wasp? Lost.
Razor Blade? Lost.
Arica Lewitt? Lost.
0-3, pirate. I suppose the ‘O’ in order should actually be a zero. The captain goes down with the ship and rest assured, yours is going to sink in Port Salvation. Unlike the Psycho Circus, I’m not your enemy. You just happen to be the first in my way.
I also notice that on the same show, Gabriel has himself a showdown with Tyler Scott.
I’ve heard all of the locker room talk about what has been going on between us. I’m about to set the record straight. Gabriel is getting a dose of what some would call ‘tough love.’ He had to be reminded over and over about doing as told. And look at what was gifted to him! A SPOT in this little tournament!
Once again, I save him from himself, and provide him a path to redemption! Gabriel is going to go out there and make me proud. Or else...a loss to Tyler Scott WILL eliminate him completely. There will be no “last chance” for him. It’s do or die. And we will be watching.
Seromine hits stop on the recording. Trauma has just ended with an incredible North American title rematch between Tyler Scott and Justin “Stormm” Michaels. He and Destiny had been taking everything in from the very press box that Phinehas Grimm usually occupies when not in competition. Seromine took it upon himself to give a cleansing to the room before having a seat. There would be no idiot interviewers to interrupt his solitude. It was isolated from the commotion of the faithful. It was a piece of heaven.
Seromine had things on his mind. So, he recorded them for posterity. Destiny kept herself entertained by doing crossword puzzles, taking the occasional glance at the in-ring action. Before the two lovebirds depart, Destiny makes sure to leave a copy of the bible behind for the resident boogeyman. A little token of appreciation. Before long they would be on a flight back home for Anaheim. But not before a little detour first…
They enter the dark room where Gabriel had been in a short-term relationship with a steel chair. Shot after shot found their mark. Each one unrelenting in punishment. Gabriel was provided a test of strength. He failed. A light is flipped on. Had it been the case then, he would have seen that it was the same spot he tried to commit suicide in. Everything had a purpose. What happened that night wasn’t out of anger...
Off. On.
“Enjoying yourself much?” asks the Serpentine Sermonizer.
Destiny smirks as she continues to play with the light. No rhyme or reason to it, really. She was just entertained. “You can’t tell me you never did this before.”
“Who hasn’t?”
She nods and leaves the light on like it were a Motel 6.
“Do you think he got the message?” asks Destiny as she stands in the spot she was in before. “I mean, really got it?”
“Let’s hope so. I would hate to send another.”
Destiny’s gaze focuses on where Gabriel lay after he was unable to follow the order to not fall. She crouches down, draws an X, and shakes her head disapprovingly. “Tyler Scott is no slouch. He took Justin to the limit, TWICE, and very well could have been the North American champion right now. What if Gabriel loses?”
She was serious. Seromine surveys the room some more. He is rewinding the scene in his head over and over. The question gets lost in translation as his body tenses up. Without warning, he is making the motion of slamming an imaginary chair over and over.
“JASON!” Destiny yells, pulling his attention to her. “Answer me, please.”
“I love you too.”
“Cute. But I asked what if Gabriel loses?”
Seromine gains his composure as he walks to his wife. The sounds of shuffling staff and co-workers can be heard outside the room. No matter. The door is locked. Seromine kneels next to his wife, contemplating how best to respond.
“You already know the answer...”
“Yes, but I want to hear you say it. Just one more time.”
A sigh. “He’ll have to answer for it.”
Destiny smiles as she caresses her husband’s face. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”
She makes a motion like a body were being drawn with chalk. After a few minutes, they exit the room, returning it back to a state of darkness. There was much to go over for the future. First, High Tide would need to be taken care of. Seromine was booked to go last, so if Gabriel does lose that night, well, you’ll just have to wait and see. But Seromine had all the confidence in the world that he wouldn’t.