A Little Late, The Mayans Were

[Murdoc]

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The gleaming metal of the North American Championship, pure and un-filtered, reflects back into the camera’s lens. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?

Do I have everyone’s attention now?

It’s beautiful. Look at how the light catches the accents of gold.

Murdoc is sitting before the camera. He’s relaxing, as you would expect of him. A VERY busy pay-per-view for Murdoc. Winning the North American Championship. Winning the 2014 Icemann Invitational Tournament. Beating LoKi in the main event of the evening. It was all so beautiful. Murdoc could not have planned it anymore perfectly. Never mind that he had dipped a paw into one of the semi-final matches and led to Loki advancing to the main event.

There was only one way it could end. Murdoc beats Loki in the main event for the championship belt and the 2014 tournament victory. It HAD to end this way. Nothing else would have sufficed.

Do you believe me now?

ARE YOU FUCKING LISTENING NOW?!

Everyone expected this.

You expected this, didn’t you?

Good.

Glad you expected it; you’re getting it with both barrels.

Murdoc defeats Justin Michaels and Loki to win the tournament.

Rick Majors checks himself into the Betty Ford Center.

How many dreams did I crush?

Murdoc leans forward. It’s obvious he’s tired, but he feels as good as he ever has.

Funny thing about dreams: you have to sleep to believe in them.

Cory Steel. Big man. Everyone wants to see two big studs lock horns in the center of the ring.

Here's another dream I'm about to destroy.  Cory Steel vs. Murdoc.

You want a fight, Cory? Especially after Living a Legacy?

Are you banking on sheer luck?

Maybe I’m softened up.

Maybe I’m weak.

I’m not.

Murdoc is standing now, his entire body in frame. North American title eye level with the camera. Letting everyone get a good, LONG look at the very thing that everyone insisted he would be unable to do. That’s right. Soak it in. No faith? No faith in Murdoc. Welcome to the YEAR OF MURDOC. And for everyone who decided that it was the Year of the Stormm. Or the Noble Year. The Year of Major Impact?

You’re going to hate the NEXT five months.

Get used to it.

FUCK YOU.