Post by Kyle Shane on Jun 18, 2018 18:25:49 GMT -5
Another day at play under the fields of God, isn't it.
After Living a Legacy a new wave of possibility and reinvigorated, renewed purpose hit Pure Class Wrestling. And yet, with it, a resurgence of the status quo trying to reassert itself. Grimm fought his way through the finals to claim the TIIT trophy, and knowing him well I feel his specter at my heels coming for the title they continue to insist that he never lost and trying to taking it off my shoulders. After months of radio silence, Johnny Matthews returned, starting another spate of the same "attack from behind and pose" tactics that Notorious felt were so fresh. And yet, despite those connections, links to a sad and dated past. We forged forward, and new stars shined. Gerard Angelo showed that he is on the rise. Stacy Jones, the person I'm partnered with on Trauma this week, put forth a meaningful, honest and emotional effort and showed without a doubt that she is one of the best. (Honestly the fact that she didn't win when she gave it her all, and Justin Michaels continues to be the blandest, most vanilla sample we have is a travesty.) And, so many say, that Tyler Scott gave the best effort of his career, he took me to the limit, and he proved his case that he is a future World Champion. Hell next time he might just knock me off.
Record scratch that. I'm sorry. Fuck no. He didn't prove a damn thing.
I'm not counting Tyler Scott among the up and coming talent that saw their coming out party at Living A Legacy because while he fought good, that and a pat on the shoulder will get you a gold star. Lots of people have brought a fight to me, but I don't respect them for it. Nor do I feel beholden to shake their hands when they say something mildly interesting about me. Because, wow, my promos are pretentious, I've never heard that before. What's the next sweep-the-leg-Johnny? That I'm verbose and I speak for ten minutes, that my subject material is about cosmic, high concept ideas and I sound stupid. I'm not taking it seriously anything coming from the mouth of a man who wants to be Mister Robot. And realize, what Tyler Scott said, is nothing I hadn't heard before and shrugged off then. I have my own style and when people can't get past the undeniable truth of the words I speak, when I talk about being the best God damn thing going in Pure Class Wrestling today, they point at my promos, bitch they're too long, or that they don't understand them. What matters to me is that I'm trying to change the concept of what a promo entails, trying to up the game around here and bring things onto a higher level. And honestly, I thought Tyler Scott would have understood that. But that's why, to me, he fell flat, because for all of his supposed innovation this time, to me, he didn't really bring anything new.
Honestly, I thought he tried harder when he was facing Michaels for the North American title. When he tried me, it became clear he was punching above his weight.
But what made Tyler Scott stick out for me isn't that he tried and failed to play the game on my terms while calling me an arrogant prick that talks a lot.
It's that during the event he walked up to Gabriel, and asked him for his help and guidance because he was tired of losing.
Yeah, I'm sorry, Tyler... but do you really think joining Seromine is the way to reignite your career? Put it bluntly, you think asking Gabriel, a man known best for being a stooge, taking the fall for Seromine nine times out of ten, running interference and taking a bullet and jumping in with both feet when mister Helter Skelter tells you to is going to be the missing element that brings you to World title glory? Because I'm calling bullshit.
This ongoing war I have with Seromine has only continued because after I conclusively put YOUR NEW BOSS down for the count at Collision Course, in December, mind you, every opportunity they've had his little stooges have decried me as a false champion, a charlatan, someone who isn't fit to hold the title that BELONGS to their Lord. And you turn to them. That honestly says more about your lack of intelligence than I ever could. You think Seromine is going to ever let you get near the World title again? Hell, just look at his refusal to let Gabriel get by him and try to win through to the Icemann finals. When you're under Seromine's thumb, he isn't going to let you progress any farther in front of him than is possible. That's not how this works. Seromine isn't going to teach you how to win. He's going to teach you how to be a lackey. A lickspittle. A servile... little... BITCH. But here's the happy news for me. I beat Seromine. I've beaten Gabriel, over and over. There is not one thing they can teach you about winning, when it pertains me to me, that I can't counter with a kick to the fucking head.
But frankly it weakens your position. It doesn't matter what you say, how dedicated or committed or focused you plan on coming off from this day forward, the simple fact that you think that you can stop losing by letting someone else tell you what to do undermines everything you should be trying to be. You could be doubling down on your will to fight. You could be, I don't know, showing up more consistently, putting in effort every week like you did at Living a Legacy and that would start getting you wins - something you actually lacked going in to Living A Legacy. But instead, you're going to sound like nothing more than a Gabriel clone. "Seromine saved me, he turned my life around, the old Tyler Scott is dead, I killed him and replaced him, the holy light of My Savior changed my life and made me a winner, Hallelujah amen."
I don't have to do any of that. I don't have to ask snake oil salesmen or faith healers to fix my confidence. If I'm knocked down, I stand the fuck back up, I dust myself off, I try again. I fight for me. I don't bow or celebrate ANY god, other than the worth of my own personal achievements in life. And that is why I am better than you. That is why I am a fever Serominism cannot sweat out, a persistent affliction that cripples and erodes, destroys the very message they are trying to send. I mean think about it, Tyler. Your Seromine is all powerful, he's got God on his side, his holy strength leads him to victory. And yet with that faith at his side, he's failed time and again. With that faith, he got brought down by me, a man. With that faith giving strength to his lackeys, they have gotten crushed underfoot. I am the most dangerous foe Seromine has ever had, because I am his ideological opposite.
Oh, I'm sorry. There's another person in this match that gets triggered when I say that.
Yeah, Justin "Stormm" Michaels. This boy actually pitched a fit when the announcers said that I was a bigger rival to Seromine than he was. Well, gosh, why would they say that? I mean, it's not like Kyle Shane has been having an on and off battle with Seromine and Gabriel since August of last year. No, clearly Justin Michaels has done more to warrant number one enemy status, I mean he... took on Gabriel in a tag match. No, he won a title from Gabriel like five months ago. Wow, such an enemy. And this slight, this omission of the massive importance of Justin Michael's worth as their greatest enemy is what caused him to interrupt my match against Gabriel two Traumas ago, smirking in my face.
Justin, you're a bigger fucking idiot than Tyler is.
And a much, much bigger tool than I could ever be.
Everything about you, Justin, drips with overinflated, unearned self importance. Whereas I am made of arrogance and narcissicm that is backed by being honestly speaking one of the hardest working people in Pure Class Wrestling, nothing you do is even minutely worthy of respect or even a moment's consideration. You think you're too cool for school. When you had Johnny Matthews by your side in those fucking awful Notorious promos, you ran your mouth about how pedestrian we all were while you guys lived it up in a Vegas lounge act. Acting like you were a new world order the show revolved around. And what did you do to cement your importance, Justin? You attacked me from behind and stole my belt. Then you paraded around with it, were going to play a game show version of "Where In The World Is Carmen Sandiego" and torment me every week.
And I just smiled, and bided my time. I let you have your fun. I didn't have to rage. I didn't have to scream about my importance. I just got you in a match and I kicked both you and Johnny right in your smug faces.
When it became apparent I wasn't triggered by your game, then you got petty. You said that I was, I HAD to be upset by your actions, and then you broke the World title.
But in the end, at the very bottom of it all, you were just trying so hard to get my attention and prove yourself as this cornerstone of the way the fed is that you ended up making a fool of yourself. And then when Johnny Matthews left you on your own, to fend for yourself, the act of Notorious became just you. And you aren't anything special.
You're forgotten on the shows, Justin. Honestly, a Justin Michaels match that doesn't involve a worthwhile contender like Stacy is a bathroom break. You don't exactly portray riveting television, superstar. But even that aside, you're just... there. You exist in the midcard. Despite you doing everything you can to boost your own importance, you are completely and truly secondary.
Like you're actually carrying around the International Title despite the fact that you're North American champ.
Why?
Do you think it makes you seem more important, that anyone from the old days of PCW sees that title and remembers what it used to be? It was deactivated. It no longer holds the status of our number two title. But you have to wear it, you HAVE to, because being just North American champion isn't good enough for you. Because back in 2006 or whenever the fuck you mattered, the North American title was number three or four in line and dammit if you don't make people see you're important nobody will know.
You're about as shallow as a mud puddle, Stormm.
The truth is you feel me, though. It hurts when I call you out on this, when I say that you wallow in your rampant mediocrity and your painfully outdated tactics. It gets you just as mad and bothered as when announcers say you're not someone's number one enemy.
If Tyler Scott had to join Seromine and ask Gabriel for advice just so he could learn to win again, you're going to go running back to Johnny Matthews, join up with him and form Notorious again just so you can have some notoriety or someone more flashy getting you noticed on the card. You're equally just as fucking pathetic as Tyler is for that reason, and I know this is going to make you so mad at me that you're going to hit me from behind. Hell, I might anger you enough TO reform Notorious, you and Matthews beat me from behind with baseball bats while you nonsensically wear masks of your own faces. Then you'll pose with the title and act like that makes you a main eventer.
Here's a memo to ALL PURE CLASS WRESTLING TALENT: Assaulting someone from behind and holding up their belt does not magically erase months of losing matches, putting on lackluster or half-assed efforts, being boring, or rocket you up the ranks to number one contender.
But then you look at me, and see what I'm doing.
I am a bright, shining example on this company's CV. I am here, toughing it out, no matter what I'm given. I'm the cure for what ails this company, and my effort on a weekly basis is the refreshing break after a fevered, unpleasant spell of bland. And you won't be rid of me. I'm the fever you can't sweat out.
And you all know it.
Bailamos, dickheads.
After Living a Legacy a new wave of possibility and reinvigorated, renewed purpose hit Pure Class Wrestling. And yet, with it, a resurgence of the status quo trying to reassert itself. Grimm fought his way through the finals to claim the TIIT trophy, and knowing him well I feel his specter at my heels coming for the title they continue to insist that he never lost and trying to taking it off my shoulders. After months of radio silence, Johnny Matthews returned, starting another spate of the same "attack from behind and pose" tactics that Notorious felt were so fresh. And yet, despite those connections, links to a sad and dated past. We forged forward, and new stars shined. Gerard Angelo showed that he is on the rise. Stacy Jones, the person I'm partnered with on Trauma this week, put forth a meaningful, honest and emotional effort and showed without a doubt that she is one of the best. (Honestly the fact that she didn't win when she gave it her all, and Justin Michaels continues to be the blandest, most vanilla sample we have is a travesty.) And, so many say, that Tyler Scott gave the best effort of his career, he took me to the limit, and he proved his case that he is a future World Champion. Hell next time he might just knock me off.
Record scratch that. I'm sorry. Fuck no. He didn't prove a damn thing.
I'm not counting Tyler Scott among the up and coming talent that saw their coming out party at Living A Legacy because while he fought good, that and a pat on the shoulder will get you a gold star. Lots of people have brought a fight to me, but I don't respect them for it. Nor do I feel beholden to shake their hands when they say something mildly interesting about me. Because, wow, my promos are pretentious, I've never heard that before. What's the next sweep-the-leg-Johnny? That I'm verbose and I speak for ten minutes, that my subject material is about cosmic, high concept ideas and I sound stupid. I'm not taking it seriously anything coming from the mouth of a man who wants to be Mister Robot. And realize, what Tyler Scott said, is nothing I hadn't heard before and shrugged off then. I have my own style and when people can't get past the undeniable truth of the words I speak, when I talk about being the best God damn thing going in Pure Class Wrestling today, they point at my promos, bitch they're too long, or that they don't understand them. What matters to me is that I'm trying to change the concept of what a promo entails, trying to up the game around here and bring things onto a higher level. And honestly, I thought Tyler Scott would have understood that. But that's why, to me, he fell flat, because for all of his supposed innovation this time, to me, he didn't really bring anything new.
Honestly, I thought he tried harder when he was facing Michaels for the North American title. When he tried me, it became clear he was punching above his weight.
But what made Tyler Scott stick out for me isn't that he tried and failed to play the game on my terms while calling me an arrogant prick that talks a lot.
It's that during the event he walked up to Gabriel, and asked him for his help and guidance because he was tired of losing.
Yeah, I'm sorry, Tyler... but do you really think joining Seromine is the way to reignite your career? Put it bluntly, you think asking Gabriel, a man known best for being a stooge, taking the fall for Seromine nine times out of ten, running interference and taking a bullet and jumping in with both feet when mister Helter Skelter tells you to is going to be the missing element that brings you to World title glory? Because I'm calling bullshit.
This ongoing war I have with Seromine has only continued because after I conclusively put YOUR NEW BOSS down for the count at Collision Course, in December, mind you, every opportunity they've had his little stooges have decried me as a false champion, a charlatan, someone who isn't fit to hold the title that BELONGS to their Lord. And you turn to them. That honestly says more about your lack of intelligence than I ever could. You think Seromine is going to ever let you get near the World title again? Hell, just look at his refusal to let Gabriel get by him and try to win through to the Icemann finals. When you're under Seromine's thumb, he isn't going to let you progress any farther in front of him than is possible. That's not how this works. Seromine isn't going to teach you how to win. He's going to teach you how to be a lackey. A lickspittle. A servile... little... BITCH. But here's the happy news for me. I beat Seromine. I've beaten Gabriel, over and over. There is not one thing they can teach you about winning, when it pertains me to me, that I can't counter with a kick to the fucking head.
But frankly it weakens your position. It doesn't matter what you say, how dedicated or committed or focused you plan on coming off from this day forward, the simple fact that you think that you can stop losing by letting someone else tell you what to do undermines everything you should be trying to be. You could be doubling down on your will to fight. You could be, I don't know, showing up more consistently, putting in effort every week like you did at Living a Legacy and that would start getting you wins - something you actually lacked going in to Living A Legacy. But instead, you're going to sound like nothing more than a Gabriel clone. "Seromine saved me, he turned my life around, the old Tyler Scott is dead, I killed him and replaced him, the holy light of My Savior changed my life and made me a winner, Hallelujah amen."
I don't have to do any of that. I don't have to ask snake oil salesmen or faith healers to fix my confidence. If I'm knocked down, I stand the fuck back up, I dust myself off, I try again. I fight for me. I don't bow or celebrate ANY god, other than the worth of my own personal achievements in life. And that is why I am better than you. That is why I am a fever Serominism cannot sweat out, a persistent affliction that cripples and erodes, destroys the very message they are trying to send. I mean think about it, Tyler. Your Seromine is all powerful, he's got God on his side, his holy strength leads him to victory. And yet with that faith at his side, he's failed time and again. With that faith, he got brought down by me, a man. With that faith giving strength to his lackeys, they have gotten crushed underfoot. I am the most dangerous foe Seromine has ever had, because I am his ideological opposite.
Oh, I'm sorry. There's another person in this match that gets triggered when I say that.
Yeah, Justin "Stormm" Michaels. This boy actually pitched a fit when the announcers said that I was a bigger rival to Seromine than he was. Well, gosh, why would they say that? I mean, it's not like Kyle Shane has been having an on and off battle with Seromine and Gabriel since August of last year. No, clearly Justin Michaels has done more to warrant number one enemy status, I mean he... took on Gabriel in a tag match. No, he won a title from Gabriel like five months ago. Wow, such an enemy. And this slight, this omission of the massive importance of Justin Michael's worth as their greatest enemy is what caused him to interrupt my match against Gabriel two Traumas ago, smirking in my face.
Justin, you're a bigger fucking idiot than Tyler is.
And a much, much bigger tool than I could ever be.
Everything about you, Justin, drips with overinflated, unearned self importance. Whereas I am made of arrogance and narcissicm that is backed by being honestly speaking one of the hardest working people in Pure Class Wrestling, nothing you do is even minutely worthy of respect or even a moment's consideration. You think you're too cool for school. When you had Johnny Matthews by your side in those fucking awful Notorious promos, you ran your mouth about how pedestrian we all were while you guys lived it up in a Vegas lounge act. Acting like you were a new world order the show revolved around. And what did you do to cement your importance, Justin? You attacked me from behind and stole my belt. Then you paraded around with it, were going to play a game show version of "Where In The World Is Carmen Sandiego" and torment me every week.
And I just smiled, and bided my time. I let you have your fun. I didn't have to rage. I didn't have to scream about my importance. I just got you in a match and I kicked both you and Johnny right in your smug faces.
When it became apparent I wasn't triggered by your game, then you got petty. You said that I was, I HAD to be upset by your actions, and then you broke the World title.
But in the end, at the very bottom of it all, you were just trying so hard to get my attention and prove yourself as this cornerstone of the way the fed is that you ended up making a fool of yourself. And then when Johnny Matthews left you on your own, to fend for yourself, the act of Notorious became just you. And you aren't anything special.
You're forgotten on the shows, Justin. Honestly, a Justin Michaels match that doesn't involve a worthwhile contender like Stacy is a bathroom break. You don't exactly portray riveting television, superstar. But even that aside, you're just... there. You exist in the midcard. Despite you doing everything you can to boost your own importance, you are completely and truly secondary.
Like you're actually carrying around the International Title despite the fact that you're North American champ.
Why?
Do you think it makes you seem more important, that anyone from the old days of PCW sees that title and remembers what it used to be? It was deactivated. It no longer holds the status of our number two title. But you have to wear it, you HAVE to, because being just North American champion isn't good enough for you. Because back in 2006 or whenever the fuck you mattered, the North American title was number three or four in line and dammit if you don't make people see you're important nobody will know.
You're about as shallow as a mud puddle, Stormm.
The truth is you feel me, though. It hurts when I call you out on this, when I say that you wallow in your rampant mediocrity and your painfully outdated tactics. It gets you just as mad and bothered as when announcers say you're not someone's number one enemy.
If Tyler Scott had to join Seromine and ask Gabriel for advice just so he could learn to win again, you're going to go running back to Johnny Matthews, join up with him and form Notorious again just so you can have some notoriety or someone more flashy getting you noticed on the card. You're equally just as fucking pathetic as Tyler is for that reason, and I know this is going to make you so mad at me that you're going to hit me from behind. Hell, I might anger you enough TO reform Notorious, you and Matthews beat me from behind with baseball bats while you nonsensically wear masks of your own faces. Then you'll pose with the title and act like that makes you a main eventer.
Here's a memo to ALL PURE CLASS WRESTLING TALENT: Assaulting someone from behind and holding up their belt does not magically erase months of losing matches, putting on lackluster or half-assed efforts, being boring, or rocket you up the ranks to number one contender.
But then you look at me, and see what I'm doing.
I am a bright, shining example on this company's CV. I am here, toughing it out, no matter what I'm given. I'm the cure for what ails this company, and my effort on a weekly basis is the refreshing break after a fevered, unpleasant spell of bland. And you won't be rid of me. I'm the fever you can't sweat out.
And you all know it.
Bailamos, dickheads.
