Post by myojin on May 20, 2023 3:58:02 GMT
Villain.
VS Cross Recoba | Discovery
I've spent my time in Infinite Pro Wrestling as the face of it for most of its existence.
The moment I won the World Openweight Championship was when I decided that I would lead this company and everyone in it to a bright future. I was going to force the roster here to level up, I made myself the standard bearer. I made it my duty to make anyone that faced me either develop into a better wrestler- or to make them realize that they didn't belong in professional wrestling. Ask C as he now recognizes his bizarre morals have no place in the squared circle. Ask Tommy Hate, who fell off the face of the earth- then came back and failed to gain a second chance. If there has ever been one consistent thing about yours truly, it is that I never tell a lie.
I recognize the faults in the people who claim to be my peers, when in reality, they're more like peons in comparison. I've shown many of them the errors of their ways… But maybe I was naive in thinking this roster, these people could grow. It was a mistake to believe some could evolve in the way I can.
Throughout my first year of professional wrestling, I struggled to discover who I really was. To be more specific: my strengths and weaknesses. Like any other extremely impressionable newcomer, I threw everything at a wall to see what stuck. It took so much trial and error, so much time reinventing myself into a better competitor. Time brought growth and maturity, even now I can admit that I'm still learning and developing.
And that's why I'm ahead of the curve.
Adapting is my second nature. It's a philosophy that I live by- because I'm willing to do something that I recognize most others in this sport aren't: I'm willing to tear down and reconstruct myself entirely in a new image to further my abilities, to break past my limits and become something stronger than I was before. Each match, win or lose, is a lesson to internalize. Each title defense shows me what I have to transform in order to survive in such an unforgiving, brutal place such as the world of wrestling.
Yet, others? Others will stumble, lose, and fail and yet refuse to reflect on why. They tell themselves that everyone is bound to lose, that sometimes it just wasn't their night, or maybe that it was even a fluke. Even when they do win, they don't ask themselves what could make them far more effective. They never take a moment to sit in their despair, to ask themselves what is the piece of them that is missing?
It's always the same reason as to why this happens: They're used to get around by their bare minimum efforts. It's the same as gifted child burnout, really- So used to being told that they are one of the greatest, so used to their naturally gifted abilities doing the work for them- and the moment that stops working? The moment that the difficulty spikes, that the competition grows steep? They lose their way, they give up instead of picking up the pieces and re-creating themselves in a superior image.
Recoba, I'm curious: What will be your reaction once I beat you? When you lose, will you break into shards from the pressure? Or will you finally become a diamond?
I love the frustration, the panicking that you're trying so hard to mask. Now that trying to call me overrated has failed. So now you're scrambling, once again going to look for irrelevant things to mention- such as the fact that I have another match in a different promotion. What does that have to do with IPW? I've constantly shown that I have a never-ending work ethic, and that I never get tired- because I love doing this more than anything else. I put my heart and soul into professional wrestling each moment I get into a ring. That's why I work so hard to be the best, that's why I put so much effort in evolution. But that's something you can't understand, can you?
Do you now want to paint this as you somehow caring more about this company? That I don't care as much as you? That I'm “mentally checked out”?
Everything I do, I do it out of passion. I've bled for Infinite Pro Wrestling, I've wrestled matches that I could've simply said NO to for this place. And why? Because I've always believed that I could drag the rest of the roster to my level. I thought I could make you all see things the way I do, that my vision would lead to a promotion filled with more passion, more fire out of everyone else.
But I see that I was wrong.
I finally see it because of you, Recoba. That no matter how many times I teach the same lesson- over and over and OVER again, none seem to learn anything. This problem, this infectious disease that has spread across this company is no more evident than in you. Cross Recoba, you've kept your head in the sand for far too long. You've chosen to play in small ponds, to cultivate this idea that you are untouchable. That you are the greatest thing Infinite Pro Wrestling has ever seen, despite failing whenever it mattered most. You're a choke artist who decided to tell himself that he's a God.
I can almost taste the projection, Recoba. You need so badly to paint me as an obstacle you can climb over. A hill you can surpass- because you know that no matter what you do, I'm what no one has been able to get past.
Recoba, you said I think of myself as the future of professional wrestling. You couldn't be more wrong if you tried.
I'm not the future. I am something that you wish you were but never could be: I'm the PRESENT. The HERE, the NOW, the CONSTANT. I'm what the many Yes Men in your life once told you that you were before you disappointed everyone who ever rooted for you time and time again. I am the Shining Star that IPW revolves around because, for countless days, no one else has WORKED HARDER.
Do you think that you're the one that could dethrone me? Just because you faced one person that I've already beaten? Just because you defeated others, who in your own words, weren't able to keep up with you? Pathetic.
It's clear that during the break, too many have gotten comfortable. Too many have started to have this dream of becoming World Openweight Champion without recognizing the effort, the dedication, the passion needed to reach this throne. Cross Recoba thinks he's the chosen one because he spent his time making up whatever he could about me in his head. He thinks that it is finally his time, that he can finally become something more than the bridesmaid who has spent his career either living in other's shadows, being used as a stepping stone for others' successes, or lying to himself that he's anything more than someone who failed to capitalize on his greatest chances.
It's clear to me now that Infinite Pro Wrestling doesn't need a hero to propel others into becoming better. It needs a ruthless villain. I will no longer wait on the rest of you to catch up. I will no longer be patient. I am going to drag this company and every single wrestler within it into the future I'VE created, kicking and screaming.
But you know what I will enjoy the most, Cross? I will love shattering your spirit. I will love tearing your entire facade, this false identity you've lulled yourself into, apart. I will make you recognize the truth of yourself and all the bitter sadness that will come along with it. I will break you, and I will enjoy seeing the heartbreak in your eyes as you wake up- counting the lights and realizing that you have ultimately failed in your goal.
You've been fed fairytales, Cross. It's about time that the reality of the situation pierce through the walls of your fantasies.