The more things Change... the more I'm still fucking AWESOME
Sept 7, 2013 23:42:30 GMT -4
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Post by T-Marv on Sept 7, 2013 23:42:30 GMT -4
There often comes time in a man’s life where he has to completely reexamine every single choice he’s ever made, when he has to wonder if after everything that’s happened, it’s time to take off in a new direction.
For me, that moment happened two weeks ago at the conclusion of Shockwave.
No, it wasn’t’ when I was struggling to breathe with a bruised lung and a severely injured back.
That moment came as the fans in Detroit Michigan stood to their feet in support of my accomplishing one of the most historical events even in Action Packed Wrestling when I became the first and only athlete to hold on to a title for an entire calendar year.
12 months
52 weeks
365 days
525 thousand 600 minutes.
And there they were, the people that I’ve turned my back on more times than I can count, the people that I lied to a thousand or so times, the people that I took advantage of and made fools of innumerable times. They were chanting my name. They were giving me a standing ovation as they carried me out on a stretcher. They sent me cards, flowers, well wishes while I lay unconscious in the hospital. They treated me like a hero.
Well, now what the fuck do I do?
Normally I would just laugh at the poor fools who once again stood behind the wrong man who was destined to break their hearts. But this time, something feels different and I just can’t place my finger on it. Perhaps it’s the fact that every other fan base in Wrestling has embraced me and therefore I’ve embraced them right back. But this time, things will be different, things have to be different.
It won’t be instant… a level of trust must be built up before they truly accept me as something more than a man who constantly defiles everything they believe in and stand for.
Building up that trust has to start this week, and it has to begin with something huge. So I did a little digging and it revealed how purely unfair the past champions of APW have been treated, specifically on Asylum. One would expect with the new management stepping in, things would change…but I’m not going to leave it up to chance.
See, starting today, the Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin will do everything in his power to NOT let the masses who have gathered behind my back down for their choice to support me. I’m not going to change who I am or sacrifice my ideals just to be placed on the “most loved” list… No! I’m not some candy ass sell out!
But what I will do is give two shits whether or not they’re getting the quality programming they deserve.
What I will do is make sure that justice in my eyes is done each and every week.
Buckle up fans… The Real Show era just got a little bit more crazy.
Enjoy the ride!
There were very few times in his life where Terry questioned whether or not he knew what he was doing, and this was at the very top of that list. He sits in the back room while reporters and fans wait in the ballroom, wondering why exactly they were gathered there today. Most of them assumed that it was a Retirement announcement, but very few of them would believe it to be real. Maggie Marvin, his newly crowned wife and mother of his unborn child wrapped her arms around his waist.
“You Ready for this Baby?”
Terry chuckles a bit and shakes his head.
“HA! Could anyone ever really be ready for something like this? I guess I’m as prepared as I’m gonna get.”
“You don’t have to do this you know.”
Terry turned and smiled at her before kissing her forehead.
“I really do…. It’s time, WAY past time!”
He smiles at her and she nods in understanding. Terry is making amends for a lot of things, and she couldn’t be more proud. She’s just worried that he’s pushing himself too much! He nods to her and then makes his way out of the room and to the stage where a podium is set up. The reporters and fans gathered clap for him obligatorily but he just holds his hand up to quiet them all down.
“Thank you all for joining me today. I simply wanted this to be a news piece on the website, but you know Jeff and his publicity stunts. Therefore, here we all.”
There’s a bit of polite laughter in the crowd, but really everyone just wants him to get on with it.
“At Shockwave, I did what most people thought was near impossible when I stopped the rise of Aubrey J. Parker, making her the first Test for the Best winner in three years to NOT claim the championship gold. In doing so, I crossed the last milestone left in my APW career.”
With that ominous note, buzzing in the crowd begins. Perhaps they were right, perhaps this is the end.
“For one year, I’ve beaten everyone they put in front of me. So clearly, those in charge of APW… including this mysterious GM who holds no confidence with me… are incapable of giving me a challenge. Therefore, leading up to One Night in Hell… I will find my own! And that is why I will be defending my title next week on Asylum!”
This generates more buzz as a few members of the crowd cheers and one reporter raises his hand: Shane West.
“So you Handpicked your opponent this week?
Terry nods.
“You see, there’s a man out there who regardless of my personal feelings, was shafted of his rematch when he lost the APW World Heavyweight Championship. So I’m righting some wrongs this week in Hawaii when I put my title on the line against….. ANTHONY BAILEY!”
The crowd gathered, including the reporters, gasp then cheer at the announcement. Terry smiles before shaking his head.
“Bailey deserves it, and this is the right thing to do. But it’s only the beginning of a long line of right things to do. And Bailey, I know you’re out there, and at some point you’ll see this. You asked for this, damn near begged for it. Be careful what you wish for son… cause the Summer of Showtime is still blazing hot, and your ass is about to get burned!”
He smiles his cocky smile before leaving the stage and sending the world around him into a frenzy.
”Anthony Bailey… Before I get started, let me just take this moment to say… YOU’RE WELCOME!
Oh, I’m sure you would have gotten a spot in whatever clusterfuck Elimination Chamber Match they came up with this year, but I’m the one who pulled all the strings to get you the Rematch you’ve long awaited for. Therefore… YOU’RE WELCOME!
Anthony Bailey, the man who took APW by storm when he came riding in on a trail of fire and lit up the world like the forth of July. You may be the only man in existence to say that his 2012 was comparable to mine… almost that is. See, while you rose quickly…you fell off just as fast. Me, I’m still dominating at the top of the world and I don’t plan on ending that any time soon. And the fact that we both had amazing years… that’s where our comparison’s END Bailey.
See, I’ve been doing this so long, there’s been a thousand different Anthony Baileys came and went barely leaving a dent in the history books. Now Tony, you have a chance to write your own chapter, to cement your place in Wrestling Legend. I’m a first ballot Hall of Famer whose status will NEVER change! You had a good run in which your greatest challenge was Jason Kash, until Sally Talfourd made you look like a fool.
The same Sally Talfourd who couldn't wrestle the 2013 Test for the Best crown away from me.
The same Sally Talfourd who got tossed off a steel cage for no other reason than she stood between me and Glory.
Hey, this is fun! Let’s play a game of “whodunit better” shall we Bails? You conquered the World Title, APW’s secondary belt from a man who rolls around in his own fecal matter for fun. I conquered the Undisputed title from Kurt Fucking Noble… Advantage ME!
You held onto the belt for four months before giving it up like some drunk chick on prom night. 378 days and still counting for yours truly… Advantage ME!
You got trampled at an extreme Elimination Chamber match by 4 people who’ve already been forgotten and Sally Talfourd… I SUCCESSFULLY defended my belt against 4 former champions and future hall of famers plus Chris Fucking Hart…. Advantage most definitely ME!
You defeated Keaton Saint in his last ever APW match. Whooptie fucking do. I’ve trounced that overrated clown so many times that there’ll be a special Keaton Saint memorandum in my Hall of Fame Wing. Beating Keaton Saint is like drinking a beer. That first one is amazing…but it doesn’t do a damn thing for you unless you have a six pack!
And Aubrey J. Parker outsmarted you and that gold toothed clown you hand out with single handedly. I made an example out of her for the rest of the world to admire. GAME SET AND MATCH to the GREATEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO WRESTLING!
Awww, but don’t worry Bailey… you’ll have plenty of time to aspire to be just like me after I take my leave from this sport in a few short months. Then you’ll have nobody so fucking out of your league to make you feel and look like a talentless schmuck! Then, you’ll be free to roam around in a fed full of also rans and be the king of the jokers! But you’ll always know in the back of your mind, even sitting on that throne, that all the value will be completely gone and that you’re just a pretender in charge of a meaningless kingdom!
But, before you go on with whatever random dribble you decide to spew out of your mouth, let me save you the trouble. NO… you will not bring on the “fall” of the Summer of Showtime. No… you will not be the one to cancel the Real Show. And I swear to God if you recycle the word’s “It’s Showtime” in some quasi clever way that you’re the only person ACTUALLY laughing at, I will get a branding Iron and sear those words into your nutsack so that every single unfortunate woman who’s paid to fondle your boyhood will see them and instantly think of me. Be happy about that fact Anthony… at least then she’ll be in the mood!
But I don’t expect you to be original. After all the times I saw you on Twitter drooling on about the same hypocritical stuff that you call everyone out on, I’m resigned to the fact that every single creative bone in your body has been crumbled to ash to make room for that enormous ego that you haven’t even SLIGHTLY earned quite yet. You somehow think that your shit don’t stink while you constantly play down the accomplishments of everyone around you…. And for some reason the fans continue to fall at your feet no matter what it is you do? Is it any wonder why they’ve finally come around to looking to the Real Show to be their savior? They’re clearly only getting lines of bullshit from those who pretend to want that position.
This week Anthony Bailey… I’m doing the right thing by giving a former champion the title shot he got screwed out of by a regime that lost sight of things that used to be a clear reality. Does that mean I think you’re worthy of a title shot? To be honest, if not you… then who? In case you haven’t noticed, it’s slim pickings on Asylum these days and if I don’t want to be stomping over Raab every other week or one of a thousand underlings that loftily think they’re the next big thing only to be squashed under a boulder when the CURRENT big thing rolls around, then I guess you’re the best of what’s left!
Tag Team Champion for what seems like ever, and always on the forefront of discussions about who’s next. Begrudgingly I have to admit that you’ve earned this opportunity Anthony… but you will squander it like so many others who have come before you. You will fail to live up to your end of the bargain, to push me to the very end of my ropes and then push me that much further in order to take the gold that has become just another attachment for God’s Gift to wrestling.
Tomorrow night, Asylum may have a new General Manager…but not a Goddamn thing is gonna change otherwise. I’ll still be the top dog in the fight. Asylum will still be my fucking show. And my name will STILL be engraved into the name plate of the Undisputed Championship Title. The only other thing that will change is that annoying question lingering on the brains of those who dare to be dreamers, the question of ‘What if Anthony Bailey got his rematch.’ The answer will forever be chizzled in the history books as “ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.”
You once called yourself the Future of APW, of wrestling. And to be honest, that may very well STILL be the case. But the future won’t be rearing it’s ugly head tomorrow, or the next day, or hell…even the day after that. You see we’re still living in the present… we’re still living in MY world Anthony, and there’s no place for you here. I’ll put you down like the mangy dog that you are and none of your brilliant talents will help you, none of your unquestionable skill inside that ring will help you. And do you know why Anthony? Do you know why nothing you do will even begin to matter?
Because it’s the REAL SHOW ERA! Because I am as fucking good as I’ve been saying for the past year and a half. Because winning this title, winning Survive and Conquer, having insurmountable success all over the wrestling world… THOSE WERE NOT FLUKES Anthony. Those were testaments to the supremacy that is THE REAL SHOW!
Tomorrow night, one half of the Dying Breed… has his hopes and dreams Murdered.
Tomorrow Night… the Summer of Showtime continues.
Tomorrow Night… I will still be PERFECT!
See you tomorrow night Bails….IT’S SHOWTIME!”
For me, that moment happened two weeks ago at the conclusion of Shockwave.
No, it wasn’t’ when I was struggling to breathe with a bruised lung and a severely injured back.
That moment came as the fans in Detroit Michigan stood to their feet in support of my accomplishing one of the most historical events even in Action Packed Wrestling when I became the first and only athlete to hold on to a title for an entire calendar year.
12 months
52 weeks
365 days
525 thousand 600 minutes.
And there they were, the people that I’ve turned my back on more times than I can count, the people that I lied to a thousand or so times, the people that I took advantage of and made fools of innumerable times. They were chanting my name. They were giving me a standing ovation as they carried me out on a stretcher. They sent me cards, flowers, well wishes while I lay unconscious in the hospital. They treated me like a hero.
Well, now what the fuck do I do?
Normally I would just laugh at the poor fools who once again stood behind the wrong man who was destined to break their hearts. But this time, something feels different and I just can’t place my finger on it. Perhaps it’s the fact that every other fan base in Wrestling has embraced me and therefore I’ve embraced them right back. But this time, things will be different, things have to be different.
It won’t be instant… a level of trust must be built up before they truly accept me as something more than a man who constantly defiles everything they believe in and stand for.
Building up that trust has to start this week, and it has to begin with something huge. So I did a little digging and it revealed how purely unfair the past champions of APW have been treated, specifically on Asylum. One would expect with the new management stepping in, things would change…but I’m not going to leave it up to chance.
See, starting today, the Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin will do everything in his power to NOT let the masses who have gathered behind my back down for their choice to support me. I’m not going to change who I am or sacrifice my ideals just to be placed on the “most loved” list… No! I’m not some candy ass sell out!
But what I will do is give two shits whether or not they’re getting the quality programming they deserve.
What I will do is make sure that justice in my eyes is done each and every week.
Buckle up fans… The Real Show era just got a little bit more crazy.
Enjoy the ride!
There were very few times in his life where Terry questioned whether or not he knew what he was doing, and this was at the very top of that list. He sits in the back room while reporters and fans wait in the ballroom, wondering why exactly they were gathered there today. Most of them assumed that it was a Retirement announcement, but very few of them would believe it to be real. Maggie Marvin, his newly crowned wife and mother of his unborn child wrapped her arms around his waist.
“You Ready for this Baby?”
Terry chuckles a bit and shakes his head.
“HA! Could anyone ever really be ready for something like this? I guess I’m as prepared as I’m gonna get.”
“You don’t have to do this you know.”
Terry turned and smiled at her before kissing her forehead.
“I really do…. It’s time, WAY past time!”
He smiles at her and she nods in understanding. Terry is making amends for a lot of things, and she couldn’t be more proud. She’s just worried that he’s pushing himself too much! He nods to her and then makes his way out of the room and to the stage where a podium is set up. The reporters and fans gathered clap for him obligatorily but he just holds his hand up to quiet them all down.
“Thank you all for joining me today. I simply wanted this to be a news piece on the website, but you know Jeff and his publicity stunts. Therefore, here we all.”
There’s a bit of polite laughter in the crowd, but really everyone just wants him to get on with it.
“At Shockwave, I did what most people thought was near impossible when I stopped the rise of Aubrey J. Parker, making her the first Test for the Best winner in three years to NOT claim the championship gold. In doing so, I crossed the last milestone left in my APW career.”
With that ominous note, buzzing in the crowd begins. Perhaps they were right, perhaps this is the end.
“For one year, I’ve beaten everyone they put in front of me. So clearly, those in charge of APW… including this mysterious GM who holds no confidence with me… are incapable of giving me a challenge. Therefore, leading up to One Night in Hell… I will find my own! And that is why I will be defending my title next week on Asylum!”
This generates more buzz as a few members of the crowd cheers and one reporter raises his hand: Shane West.
“So you Handpicked your opponent this week?
Terry nods.
“You see, there’s a man out there who regardless of my personal feelings, was shafted of his rematch when he lost the APW World Heavyweight Championship. So I’m righting some wrongs this week in Hawaii when I put my title on the line against….. ANTHONY BAILEY!”
The crowd gathered, including the reporters, gasp then cheer at the announcement. Terry smiles before shaking his head.
“Bailey deserves it, and this is the right thing to do. But it’s only the beginning of a long line of right things to do. And Bailey, I know you’re out there, and at some point you’ll see this. You asked for this, damn near begged for it. Be careful what you wish for son… cause the Summer of Showtime is still blazing hot, and your ass is about to get burned!”
He smiles his cocky smile before leaving the stage and sending the world around him into a frenzy.
”Anthony Bailey… Before I get started, let me just take this moment to say… YOU’RE WELCOME!
Oh, I’m sure you would have gotten a spot in whatever clusterfuck Elimination Chamber Match they came up with this year, but I’m the one who pulled all the strings to get you the Rematch you’ve long awaited for. Therefore… YOU’RE WELCOME!
Anthony Bailey, the man who took APW by storm when he came riding in on a trail of fire and lit up the world like the forth of July. You may be the only man in existence to say that his 2012 was comparable to mine… almost that is. See, while you rose quickly…you fell off just as fast. Me, I’m still dominating at the top of the world and I don’t plan on ending that any time soon. And the fact that we both had amazing years… that’s where our comparison’s END Bailey.
See, I’ve been doing this so long, there’s been a thousand different Anthony Baileys came and went barely leaving a dent in the history books. Now Tony, you have a chance to write your own chapter, to cement your place in Wrestling Legend. I’m a first ballot Hall of Famer whose status will NEVER change! You had a good run in which your greatest challenge was Jason Kash, until Sally Talfourd made you look like a fool.
The same Sally Talfourd who couldn't wrestle the 2013 Test for the Best crown away from me.
The same Sally Talfourd who got tossed off a steel cage for no other reason than she stood between me and Glory.
Hey, this is fun! Let’s play a game of “whodunit better” shall we Bails? You conquered the World Title, APW’s secondary belt from a man who rolls around in his own fecal matter for fun. I conquered the Undisputed title from Kurt Fucking Noble… Advantage ME!
You held onto the belt for four months before giving it up like some drunk chick on prom night. 378 days and still counting for yours truly… Advantage ME!
You got trampled at an extreme Elimination Chamber match by 4 people who’ve already been forgotten and Sally Talfourd… I SUCCESSFULLY defended my belt against 4 former champions and future hall of famers plus Chris Fucking Hart…. Advantage most definitely ME!
You defeated Keaton Saint in his last ever APW match. Whooptie fucking do. I’ve trounced that overrated clown so many times that there’ll be a special Keaton Saint memorandum in my Hall of Fame Wing. Beating Keaton Saint is like drinking a beer. That first one is amazing…but it doesn’t do a damn thing for you unless you have a six pack!
And Aubrey J. Parker outsmarted you and that gold toothed clown you hand out with single handedly. I made an example out of her for the rest of the world to admire. GAME SET AND MATCH to the GREATEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO WRESTLING!
Awww, but don’t worry Bailey… you’ll have plenty of time to aspire to be just like me after I take my leave from this sport in a few short months. Then you’ll have nobody so fucking out of your league to make you feel and look like a talentless schmuck! Then, you’ll be free to roam around in a fed full of also rans and be the king of the jokers! But you’ll always know in the back of your mind, even sitting on that throne, that all the value will be completely gone and that you’re just a pretender in charge of a meaningless kingdom!
But, before you go on with whatever random dribble you decide to spew out of your mouth, let me save you the trouble. NO… you will not bring on the “fall” of the Summer of Showtime. No… you will not be the one to cancel the Real Show. And I swear to God if you recycle the word’s “It’s Showtime” in some quasi clever way that you’re the only person ACTUALLY laughing at, I will get a branding Iron and sear those words into your nutsack so that every single unfortunate woman who’s paid to fondle your boyhood will see them and instantly think of me. Be happy about that fact Anthony… at least then she’ll be in the mood!
But I don’t expect you to be original. After all the times I saw you on Twitter drooling on about the same hypocritical stuff that you call everyone out on, I’m resigned to the fact that every single creative bone in your body has been crumbled to ash to make room for that enormous ego that you haven’t even SLIGHTLY earned quite yet. You somehow think that your shit don’t stink while you constantly play down the accomplishments of everyone around you…. And for some reason the fans continue to fall at your feet no matter what it is you do? Is it any wonder why they’ve finally come around to looking to the Real Show to be their savior? They’re clearly only getting lines of bullshit from those who pretend to want that position.
This week Anthony Bailey… I’m doing the right thing by giving a former champion the title shot he got screwed out of by a regime that lost sight of things that used to be a clear reality. Does that mean I think you’re worthy of a title shot? To be honest, if not you… then who? In case you haven’t noticed, it’s slim pickings on Asylum these days and if I don’t want to be stomping over Raab every other week or one of a thousand underlings that loftily think they’re the next big thing only to be squashed under a boulder when the CURRENT big thing rolls around, then I guess you’re the best of what’s left!
Tag Team Champion for what seems like ever, and always on the forefront of discussions about who’s next. Begrudgingly I have to admit that you’ve earned this opportunity Anthony… but you will squander it like so many others who have come before you. You will fail to live up to your end of the bargain, to push me to the very end of my ropes and then push me that much further in order to take the gold that has become just another attachment for God’s Gift to wrestling.
Tomorrow night, Asylum may have a new General Manager…but not a Goddamn thing is gonna change otherwise. I’ll still be the top dog in the fight. Asylum will still be my fucking show. And my name will STILL be engraved into the name plate of the Undisputed Championship Title. The only other thing that will change is that annoying question lingering on the brains of those who dare to be dreamers, the question of ‘What if Anthony Bailey got his rematch.’ The answer will forever be chizzled in the history books as “ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.”
You once called yourself the Future of APW, of wrestling. And to be honest, that may very well STILL be the case. But the future won’t be rearing it’s ugly head tomorrow, or the next day, or hell…even the day after that. You see we’re still living in the present… we’re still living in MY world Anthony, and there’s no place for you here. I’ll put you down like the mangy dog that you are and none of your brilliant talents will help you, none of your unquestionable skill inside that ring will help you. And do you know why Anthony? Do you know why nothing you do will even begin to matter?
Because it’s the REAL SHOW ERA! Because I am as fucking good as I’ve been saying for the past year and a half. Because winning this title, winning Survive and Conquer, having insurmountable success all over the wrestling world… THOSE WERE NOT FLUKES Anthony. Those were testaments to the supremacy that is THE REAL SHOW!
Tomorrow night, one half of the Dying Breed… has his hopes and dreams Murdered.
Tomorrow Night… the Summer of Showtime continues.
Tomorrow Night… I will still be PERFECT!
See you tomorrow night Bails….IT’S SHOWTIME!”
