Post by myojin on Oct 21, 2022 17:15:04 GMT
Two Embarassments Versus A Shining Star
VS Tommy Hate and Hanzo Aguilar | Adrenaline X
Every now and then, I remember that I wasn't supposed to be here.
I never really fit in anywhere. When I became a wrestler, I was only seen as a 5'9", 165-pound, fragile queer kid who'd get torn apart in the ring. No one took me seriously.
Don't misunderstand, this isn't a sob story. I'm just contextualizing that since day one, I've made a career out of defying the odds.
The writing was on the wall at Royal Crown- or at least, it was supposed to be. I walked into dangerous territory, a match type of Haggard's choosing after an entire month of him and his family playing the numbers game in every fight against me. I faced the biggest disadvantage in my way so far.
And yet I still left as Infinite Pro World Champion.
But the fairytale doesn't end there, everyone wants a chance at the throne. MY throne. Everyone thinks they have what it takes. They all hungrily scratch and claw upward just to reach a shot at me and there's a long list of people who think they deserve a shot, yet only two of them have managed to claim one to be in the very first triple threat for this World title while Leon Chant bides his time.
Before I say anything else, let me congratulate you both, Tommy Hate and Hanzo Aguilar, for making it this far. Or rather, I should be congratulating you for getting patted on the head and given a cute, little second-place sticker for your efforts in the Royal Crown Rumble. Neither of you won it, but I guess Long was feeling generous when he booked you against other individuals who also failed the same task.
Just when I got done with “Generic Trailer Park Trash #500”, "Generic Trailer Park Trash #501” or better known as Tommy Hate finally steps up. An edgelord who is made up of nothing more than cliche after cliche. A man who unironically spouts things like “I eat glass for breakfast!” with his chest puffed up, proud of himself, thinking he sounds so intimidating. A man who has to feel like he's the biggest and baddest in the room always. So much so that he had to show off that he got stabbed and shot before as if this is an elementary school where everyone wants to show off their scars, not realizing he just showed me two areas of his body that have weakened nerves and muscle tissue to target.
You aren't the brightest, are you, Thomas? Mind if I call you Thomas? Not that I care.
You've talked a big game ever since you stepped foot in here, telling anyone that will stop to listen just how dangerous you are. Though none of that really translates to in the ring, does it? Last Adrenaline, you told Aren Mstislav that you were going to kill him- but you struggled to put him away for the longest. Not to mention, that arm of yours can't be at one-hundred-percent from that fight either? Another weakness of yours to target.
Did no one ever teach you that pride comes before the fall? I can practically smell the stench of fragile masculinity off of you, the desperate desire that you hide to prove yourself. You beed to feel powerful because otherwise, you're nothing. Your bark is worse than your bite, and despite your boring rambling about how violent you are- This pretty face has one-upped you at every turn. Knocking Mehrunes Smith out cold, nearly tearing Ana Smith's arm off, beating Haggard with glass stuck in my back. And the moment that you finally had the chance to show you were better than the rest of the roster, you choked and failed.
This isn't an underground bare-knuckles fight where your greatest opposition is some out-of-shape lowlife. Underestimating me is a mistake you won't be able to correct, my technique and precision beat your brute strength at any moment. You'll fail again and go back to bullying the midscard scene with nothing to show for it.
Then there's Hanzo Aguilar, the rookie who is way out of his league. Someone who considered losing the Rumble to be alright because it was “not bad” for someone as green as him. That sounds like complacency to me. I'm younger than you and yet I'm levels above you. I've been competing in main events while you were in bingo halls, and I have what you don't: Experience. I went from the indies to high-profile promotions in under two years.
This is your first World Championship match ever, and despite all that bland “passionate” underdog nonsense that you spew every time you're in front of a camera, it's not hard to tell that you're nervous. You've never had a chance like this before, have you, Aguilar? Sure, you're very talented- I'll give you that, but can you thrive under the pressure?
What will you do when something starts not going the way you planned? Will you keep a level-head… or start to panic? Daddy might be able to give you words of encouragement, but he will not be able to guide you to becoming World Champion.
You're. Not. Ready. You don't have what it takes. To you? This championship is just a stepping stone to bring home to your parents. To me? This championship represents the FUTURE of wrestling.
IPW has now entered a New Era, independent of the XHF Network and it needs a leader that can bring it to greatness. A nobody who thinks this is a pissing contest is no leader, neither is a rookie.
A Shining Star, however, is perfect for the role.
I never really fit in anywhere. When I became a wrestler, I was only seen as a 5'9", 165-pound, fragile queer kid who'd get torn apart in the ring. No one took me seriously.
Don't misunderstand, this isn't a sob story. I'm just contextualizing that since day one, I've made a career out of defying the odds.
The writing was on the wall at Royal Crown- or at least, it was supposed to be. I walked into dangerous territory, a match type of Haggard's choosing after an entire month of him and his family playing the numbers game in every fight against me. I faced the biggest disadvantage in my way so far.
And yet I still left as Infinite Pro World Champion.
But the fairytale doesn't end there, everyone wants a chance at the throne. MY throne. Everyone thinks they have what it takes. They all hungrily scratch and claw upward just to reach a shot at me and there's a long list of people who think they deserve a shot, yet only two of them have managed to claim one to be in the very first triple threat for this World title while Leon Chant bides his time.
Before I say anything else, let me congratulate you both, Tommy Hate and Hanzo Aguilar, for making it this far. Or rather, I should be congratulating you for getting patted on the head and given a cute, little second-place sticker for your efforts in the Royal Crown Rumble. Neither of you won it, but I guess Long was feeling generous when he booked you against other individuals who also failed the same task.
Just when I got done with “Generic Trailer Park Trash #500”, "Generic Trailer Park Trash #501” or better known as Tommy Hate finally steps up. An edgelord who is made up of nothing more than cliche after cliche. A man who unironically spouts things like “I eat glass for breakfast!” with his chest puffed up, proud of himself, thinking he sounds so intimidating. A man who has to feel like he's the biggest and baddest in the room always. So much so that he had to show off that he got stabbed and shot before as if this is an elementary school where everyone wants to show off their scars, not realizing he just showed me two areas of his body that have weakened nerves and muscle tissue to target.
You aren't the brightest, are you, Thomas? Mind if I call you Thomas? Not that I care.
You've talked a big game ever since you stepped foot in here, telling anyone that will stop to listen just how dangerous you are. Though none of that really translates to in the ring, does it? Last Adrenaline, you told Aren Mstislav that you were going to kill him- but you struggled to put him away for the longest. Not to mention, that arm of yours can't be at one-hundred-percent from that fight either? Another weakness of yours to target.
Did no one ever teach you that pride comes before the fall? I can practically smell the stench of fragile masculinity off of you, the desperate desire that you hide to prove yourself. You beed to feel powerful because otherwise, you're nothing. Your bark is worse than your bite, and despite your boring rambling about how violent you are- This pretty face has one-upped you at every turn. Knocking Mehrunes Smith out cold, nearly tearing Ana Smith's arm off, beating Haggard with glass stuck in my back. And the moment that you finally had the chance to show you were better than the rest of the roster, you choked and failed.
This isn't an underground bare-knuckles fight where your greatest opposition is some out-of-shape lowlife. Underestimating me is a mistake you won't be able to correct, my technique and precision beat your brute strength at any moment. You'll fail again and go back to bullying the midscard scene with nothing to show for it.
Then there's Hanzo Aguilar, the rookie who is way out of his league. Someone who considered losing the Rumble to be alright because it was “not bad” for someone as green as him. That sounds like complacency to me. I'm younger than you and yet I'm levels above you. I've been competing in main events while you were in bingo halls, and I have what you don't: Experience. I went from the indies to high-profile promotions in under two years.
This is your first World Championship match ever, and despite all that bland “passionate” underdog nonsense that you spew every time you're in front of a camera, it's not hard to tell that you're nervous. You've never had a chance like this before, have you, Aguilar? Sure, you're very talented- I'll give you that, but can you thrive under the pressure?
What will you do when something starts not going the way you planned? Will you keep a level-head… or start to panic? Daddy might be able to give you words of encouragement, but he will not be able to guide you to becoming World Champion.
You're. Not. Ready. You don't have what it takes. To you? This championship is just a stepping stone to bring home to your parents. To me? This championship represents the FUTURE of wrestling.
IPW has now entered a New Era, independent of the XHF Network and it needs a leader that can bring it to greatness. A nobody who thinks this is a pissing contest is no leader, neither is a rookie.
A Shining Star, however, is perfect for the role.