Post by Cross Recoba on Dec 9, 2022 20:56:14 GMT
Pantechnicon Roof Garden
19 Motcomb Street
London
The last of the breakfast plates is cleared away by the staff, the most popular dishes by far for the day were poached Eggs, Japanese over the Nordics today. The waiter leans back against the door to the kitchen and walks though, his hands burdened with plates.
CROSS RECOBA
Shall we do this?
The words come from behind the camera. Panning around we now see Cross Recoba making his way through a pot of tea, Earl Grey for those who care. He still wears a cashmere overcoat that indicates he wasn’t here to eat nor did he intend to stay too long.
CROSS RECOBA
If you’re quick, I can get them to put some pastries and coffee out when we’re done - it’s on me.
Reaching into the inside pocket of his olive green tweed blazer, Cross pulls out a money clip of nothing but red fifty-pound notes. He slides them out of shot for one of the production crew to attempt to persuade the staff to make an exception for the IPW staff.
CROSS RECOBA
The least I can do, you’ve already put in more effort to promote this match than my opponent has.
A half-smile forms on the IPW Box Office’s face.
CROSS RECOBA
It’s true! Aren, if you’re listening then if you’re hitting the gym everyday, sparring inside that ring until you’ve gone far beyond the limit you should; I’ll walk back these words and eat them but I’ll be honest, I don’t think you’re the kind of person who has it in you to do that.
The smile dissipates as quickly as it materialized.
CROSS RECOBA
Everything that I’ve seen about you screams entitlement, it screams of someone who can’t face the fact their Day in the Sun has now disappeared under the horizon. Maybe, just maybe, you were something or someone to look out for. Maybe you pushed too hard, too fast and your body paid the price. Maybe you believed your own hype or took bad advice. Whatever the reasoning for why you’re here, living off a reputation no-one can locate, isn’t something that I need to concern myself with, all I need to do is to make Long and the crowd realize that you’re no longer a commodity worth keeping on board and if you can’t see the truth? It’s not my job to make you spot the obvious.
Cross pauses to pour more tea from the pot, you can all debate whether it was for effect or not on the IPW message boards.
CROSS RECOBA
For a man with your record in IPW, your lack of self-awareness is the biggest stand-out attribute you have. You demand better chances, you demand better treatment and you demand this match and, like I said last time I spoke to the IPW fans and yourself - what have you done lately…or ever? You’re nothing but someone whose every match is overpromised and under delivered!
Recoba takes a sip of the drink before placing it down, clearly hitting his stride.
CROSS RECOBA
I know that Long and his team look to me to deliver a Match of the Night performance each time I go in that ring and, if you look at the last two pay-per-views - I’ve been put in matches where I can lift them beyond the high standard they’d be without me but this time out? It’s like they’re asking me to perform a miracle. If you had any kind of pride in your work…in your legacy, you’d have pulled out from the match, an injury or outside forces would do it and save you from what everyone, including yourself, knows what will happen once that bell rings at the Motorpoint Arena.
Leaning forward, Cross places his elbows on the table and rests his head atop his fists.
CROSS RECOBA
But you won’t do that, I don’t think you can do it. If you were smart, you’d have realized your time had passed. If you were wise, you’d have invested your money far wiser than you must have done because this just seems like a quick money grab when you break it down. If you were still in possession of whatever meagre talents you once possessed, you wouldn’t have needed to beg Long for this match…
Cross lets the accusation hang in the air.
CROSS RECOBA
When the inevitable happens and you lose at God Against Men this weekend, what next for Aren? What next for the man whose eyes glow green but is nothing but yellow at his core? Will you try and take down John Blade only to fall short? Will you take another break until everyone forgets who you are again so that you can return and relive this emasculation once more? Maybe you’ll find your level and whilst I’m in the main-event at IPW Discovery in March I can wave to you as you sell peanuts in the crowd?
Finishing the tea, Cross places it back onto the saucer.
CROSS RECOBA
For a man who calls themselves ‘Monarch’ what do you really reign over? In fact, for someone with an Armenian first name and a Ukranian surname - why call yourself Monarch? Did you think it was regal, that it would give you some form of status you didn’t need to actually work to achieve? I’ll even let you use that nickname and keep a straight face as best I can. After all, the October Revolution happened once in November, why not December? I’ll even dumb it down a little - I’m going to kill your career in that ring this Sunday, if you’re lucky you can live out the rest of your wrestling life as a nobody no-one remembers!
19 Motcomb Street
London
The last of the breakfast plates is cleared away by the staff, the most popular dishes by far for the day were poached Eggs, Japanese over the Nordics today. The waiter leans back against the door to the kitchen and walks though, his hands burdened with plates.
CROSS RECOBA
Shall we do this?
The words come from behind the camera. Panning around we now see Cross Recoba making his way through a pot of tea, Earl Grey for those who care. He still wears a cashmere overcoat that indicates he wasn’t here to eat nor did he intend to stay too long.
CROSS RECOBA
If you’re quick, I can get them to put some pastries and coffee out when we’re done - it’s on me.
Reaching into the inside pocket of his olive green tweed blazer, Cross pulls out a money clip of nothing but red fifty-pound notes. He slides them out of shot for one of the production crew to attempt to persuade the staff to make an exception for the IPW staff.
CROSS RECOBA
The least I can do, you’ve already put in more effort to promote this match than my opponent has.
A half-smile forms on the IPW Box Office’s face.
CROSS RECOBA
It’s true! Aren, if you’re listening then if you’re hitting the gym everyday, sparring inside that ring until you’ve gone far beyond the limit you should; I’ll walk back these words and eat them but I’ll be honest, I don’t think you’re the kind of person who has it in you to do that.
The smile dissipates as quickly as it materialized.
CROSS RECOBA
Everything that I’ve seen about you screams entitlement, it screams of someone who can’t face the fact their Day in the Sun has now disappeared under the horizon. Maybe, just maybe, you were something or someone to look out for. Maybe you pushed too hard, too fast and your body paid the price. Maybe you believed your own hype or took bad advice. Whatever the reasoning for why you’re here, living off a reputation no-one can locate, isn’t something that I need to concern myself with, all I need to do is to make Long and the crowd realize that you’re no longer a commodity worth keeping on board and if you can’t see the truth? It’s not my job to make you spot the obvious.
Cross pauses to pour more tea from the pot, you can all debate whether it was for effect or not on the IPW message boards.
CROSS RECOBA
For a man with your record in IPW, your lack of self-awareness is the biggest stand-out attribute you have. You demand better chances, you demand better treatment and you demand this match and, like I said last time I spoke to the IPW fans and yourself - what have you done lately…or ever? You’re nothing but someone whose every match is overpromised and under delivered!
Recoba takes a sip of the drink before placing it down, clearly hitting his stride.
CROSS RECOBA
I know that Long and his team look to me to deliver a Match of the Night performance each time I go in that ring and, if you look at the last two pay-per-views - I’ve been put in matches where I can lift them beyond the high standard they’d be without me but this time out? It’s like they’re asking me to perform a miracle. If you had any kind of pride in your work…in your legacy, you’d have pulled out from the match, an injury or outside forces would do it and save you from what everyone, including yourself, knows what will happen once that bell rings at the Motorpoint Arena.
Leaning forward, Cross places his elbows on the table and rests his head atop his fists.
CROSS RECOBA
But you won’t do that, I don’t think you can do it. If you were smart, you’d have realized your time had passed. If you were wise, you’d have invested your money far wiser than you must have done because this just seems like a quick money grab when you break it down. If you were still in possession of whatever meagre talents you once possessed, you wouldn’t have needed to beg Long for this match…
Cross lets the accusation hang in the air.
CROSS RECOBA
When the inevitable happens and you lose at God Against Men this weekend, what next for Aren? What next for the man whose eyes glow green but is nothing but yellow at his core? Will you try and take down John Blade only to fall short? Will you take another break until everyone forgets who you are again so that you can return and relive this emasculation once more? Maybe you’ll find your level and whilst I’m in the main-event at IPW Discovery in March I can wave to you as you sell peanuts in the crowd?
Finishing the tea, Cross places it back onto the saucer.
CROSS RECOBA
For a man who calls themselves ‘Monarch’ what do you really reign over? In fact, for someone with an Armenian first name and a Ukranian surname - why call yourself Monarch? Did you think it was regal, that it would give you some form of status you didn’t need to actually work to achieve? I’ll even let you use that nickname and keep a straight face as best I can. After all, the October Revolution happened once in November, why not December? I’ll even dumb it down a little - I’m going to kill your career in that ring this Sunday, if you’re lucky you can live out the rest of your wrestling life as a nobody no-one remembers!
