Post by Jules on Dec 20, 2012 8:19:39 GMT -4
An excerpt from the extraneous thoughts of Phil (APW employee, turned personal reporter to the world’s only ‘Quintessentially English’ wrestler, Julius Farquhar).[/i]
One of the realisations of modernism was the undeniable uncertainty that shrouded reality like a ghoulish mist. The founding fathers of modern thought put a thorough end to the dogmatic authoritarianism of the ancients. When repression of thought was evicted with dogmatism in favour for the glossy glow of scepticism, uncertainty and the opportunity for free expression about the limits of reality were given a free run of the household.
In the West this pivotal moment can be traced back to the Seventeenth century in the form of Descartes’ infamous little demon (although the realisation had held among advanced thinkers in the East for some centuries), and the seemingly infinite scope of the imaginations of men like Copernicus and Galileo. Kant and Newton saw the profundity of this new order, even if the old prejudices did exert their influence to bend their insight towards more orthodox, dogmatic conclusions, but the greatest expression of unerring truth of disorder in our universe is exemplified in the findings of Professor Charles Darwin.
The conclusions drawn by Professor Darwin are surely acquainted with every mind on this planet, therefore require no detailed exposition, but among all rules and laws of nature none is so unimpeachable as that of Evolution: the view that all organic life develops in accordance with natural selection; that success in nature is determined entirely by a species genetic and biological predisposition to make efficient use of one’s environment in order to propagate the species exponentially. Those species whose genetics put them at a disadvantage in the struggle for survival are predisposed towards eventual extinction.
Adapt and proliferate or extinction is inevitable, seems to be hardy enough maxim to govern all of the world’s creatures.
This rule is no better manifested than in the life of the micro-organism, whose continual evolution at an imperceptible rate contributes to the constant state of disorder in the natural world. It seems no other organism is better in tune with the natural (dis)order of things better than the common pathogen. In awe of these we should stand as our natural enemies.
What the modernists came to see was the concept of Evolution permeated everything, every single aspect of our reality. Reality, in essence, is a competition; nothing is fixed and eternal. It is to the credit of the old dogmatists that they held nature’s most intelligent creation in ignorance of this fundamental law. But truth, like water, has a tendency to move where nothing else can go, to creep into the tiniest holes and gaps. Sooner or later truth would flow into some mind, to the great detriment of the old eternalists.
What is the point? It is thus: embrace the true nature of reality as a flux is the key to success. Man’s greatest challenge is to humble himself and realise he is but a mere speck, and that his success can only be prolonged by accepting the challenge of this humiliating truth, by standing toe to toe with this adversity.
Every human pursuit is identical: it too is governed by the law of competition. The best today will be the worst tomorrow. The soldiers of fortune now, will be destitute in the future. Our Champions are to merited in this moment, but understand that this moment is fleeting.
The dinosaurs dominated nature for 130 million years. Man has been top of the food chain for 50,000 years. Julius Farquhar, when he walks to the ring in Madison Square Gardens at Christmas Chaos, will have been APW Tap Out Champion for 189 days. Julius Farquhar’s success will be consequent entirely of a single realisation: in the ring he is not just facing four other wrestlers, but he stands against reality’s flux, the fundamental law of competition, survival of the fittest.
For a man so historical, so eternalist in thought, as Julius Farquhar the challenge will be great one. It may even be too big a challenge. The signs are there, that already Julius Farquhar is predisposed towards extinction. I wonder, I can’t help but wonder, whether Sunday 23rd December 2012 Julius Farquhar’s self-proclaimed dominant reign will become merely another example of the undeniable flux.
*
A dialogue recorded in the lair of “Quintessentially English” Julius Farquhar.
We make our visit to the APW Tap Out Champion while he is engaged in a conversation with APW reporter, Phil. The point at which our observation begins finds the dialogue turned to a very serious and sombre tone, reflected by Phil’s concern for Julius’ apparent decline in recent weeks.
Phil: I’m just saying that you ought to be considering the possibilities.
Julius: Possibilities I can consider, dearest Phil. Such as if there is no tea for breakfast tomorrow morning, it is possible I could make do with a glass of water until the servant has been to the shop (before being dismissed for gross dereliction of his duties). This is a thought I cannot possibly contemplate. You would do better to engage me in some metaphysical discussion, rather than these utterly fanciful notions. I say there is more truth in the tales of tooth fairies than what you are proposing.
Phil: You’re being obtuse, Jules.
Flash a cutting stare back at Phil, Julius exclaims.
Julius: How dare you! What kind of witch-hunt are you instigating, Philip?
Phil: None. I’m trying to point out the facts.
Julius: The facts? Ha! You would not recognise ‘the facts’ if one came up to you and punched you on the nose.
Phil: I know the facts are that you haven’t won a match since One Night In Hell.
Julius: Oh, you are a charlatan at heart, Philip! Next you will assert to the Christians that Jesus wasn’t divine because he bled like a mortal man. Facts are a commodity, you silly fool, and like all commodities, there are some more valuable than others. Why should I entertain ‘the facts’ like ‘such and such beat you in this meaningless’ match, when there is present in the room the much more valuable fact that I remain the Tap Out Champion.
Phil: You’re missing the point, Jules. It’s the small things that constitute the bigger facts. You came to glory as the champion on the back of an incredible run of form. Since that happened I have gradually watched you decline.
Julius replied with a contemptuous snort.
Phil: I just want you to see that you’re reign is not a certainty. I don’t want you to become complacent; the only way I can see you succeeding at Christmas Chaos is if you accept that you are about to face the biggest challenge of your life.
Julius: You are truly a most petulant personality! Do you not think I have not considered this all along? Do you think I have not realised that Reginald Schmidt has yet again stacked the odds heinously against me? I have walked on water for that man, such are the high demands he has placed on me, while others flap about like drowning toddlers and get rewarded with title shots.
Phil: Not this again. There is no conspiracy theory!
Julius: Tell that to the Kennedys. I know exactly what is going on here. Look at the evidence: while others have been spoonfed, I have had to beg for what I have achieved, and I remain the only one to have achieved with dignity. To get to this place, which Reginald has worked tirelessly to block from me, I have had to defeat former World Champions, future World Champions, the next big thing, and now Reginald puts four men in one corner against me. That is how desperate he is to stop me.
Phil: I don’t think-
Julius: I’m not asking you to think, just write this down you wretched hack! The whole world can bleat the same tune like a herd of sheep, I know the tune: that one about how the days of Julius Farquhar are numbered. Well let me tell the world here and now: a few defeats don’t keep down the most dangerous man in the world. Like I always have I can see the bigger picture here, and the bigger picture is this: I am the Tap Out Champion, that means I am the most dangerous man in the world because I can trap a man in a web of my own making and through my hands alone I strip away a wrestler’s dignity. Anyone can knock someone down long enough for a three count, but to force a man, with his conscious mind, to defy the very thing that makes him, his survival instinct, and to cry those mortifying words ‘I Quit’; well is there anything more edifying than that?
Julius smiles to himself, now frothing over with self-satisfaction as he thinks back to all those wrestlers whose spirit he has broken..
Julius: Know this Phil, I am and will always be the man for the big occasion. Ever since I won this strap I have always delivered, and trust me, of all the men in this match it is I, Julius Farquhar, each and every one of my opponents will work to avoid. I’ll be first in and last out. Just you remember that. Now clear off, the sight of you is making me nauseous.
Phil grabbed his possessions and beat a hasty retreat, leaving Julius alone with his thoughts. The smug, sneering smile soon slipped as Phil left, replaced by a glimmer of a look, one that betrayed the merest doubt. But it was enough. For all the bravado, Julius knew....he just knew here was some truth there that he had to overcome.
*
One of the realisations of modernism was the undeniable uncertainty that shrouded reality like a ghoulish mist. The founding fathers of modern thought put a thorough end to the dogmatic authoritarianism of the ancients. When repression of thought was evicted with dogmatism in favour for the glossy glow of scepticism, uncertainty and the opportunity for free expression about the limits of reality were given a free run of the household.
In the West this pivotal moment can be traced back to the Seventeenth century in the form of Descartes’ infamous little demon (although the realisation had held among advanced thinkers in the East for some centuries), and the seemingly infinite scope of the imaginations of men like Copernicus and Galileo. Kant and Newton saw the profundity of this new order, even if the old prejudices did exert their influence to bend their insight towards more orthodox, dogmatic conclusions, but the greatest expression of unerring truth of disorder in our universe is exemplified in the findings of Professor Charles Darwin.
The conclusions drawn by Professor Darwin are surely acquainted with every mind on this planet, therefore require no detailed exposition, but among all rules and laws of nature none is so unimpeachable as that of Evolution: the view that all organic life develops in accordance with natural selection; that success in nature is determined entirely by a species genetic and biological predisposition to make efficient use of one’s environment in order to propagate the species exponentially. Those species whose genetics put them at a disadvantage in the struggle for survival are predisposed towards eventual extinction.
Adapt and proliferate or extinction is inevitable, seems to be hardy enough maxim to govern all of the world’s creatures.
This rule is no better manifested than in the life of the micro-organism, whose continual evolution at an imperceptible rate contributes to the constant state of disorder in the natural world. It seems no other organism is better in tune with the natural (dis)order of things better than the common pathogen. In awe of these we should stand as our natural enemies.
What the modernists came to see was the concept of Evolution permeated everything, every single aspect of our reality. Reality, in essence, is a competition; nothing is fixed and eternal. It is to the credit of the old dogmatists that they held nature’s most intelligent creation in ignorance of this fundamental law. But truth, like water, has a tendency to move where nothing else can go, to creep into the tiniest holes and gaps. Sooner or later truth would flow into some mind, to the great detriment of the old eternalists.
What is the point? It is thus: embrace the true nature of reality as a flux is the key to success. Man’s greatest challenge is to humble himself and realise he is but a mere speck, and that his success can only be prolonged by accepting the challenge of this humiliating truth, by standing toe to toe with this adversity.
Every human pursuit is identical: it too is governed by the law of competition. The best today will be the worst tomorrow. The soldiers of fortune now, will be destitute in the future. Our Champions are to merited in this moment, but understand that this moment is fleeting.
The dinosaurs dominated nature for 130 million years. Man has been top of the food chain for 50,000 years. Julius Farquhar, when he walks to the ring in Madison Square Gardens at Christmas Chaos, will have been APW Tap Out Champion for 189 days. Julius Farquhar’s success will be consequent entirely of a single realisation: in the ring he is not just facing four other wrestlers, but he stands against reality’s flux, the fundamental law of competition, survival of the fittest.
For a man so historical, so eternalist in thought, as Julius Farquhar the challenge will be great one. It may even be too big a challenge. The signs are there, that already Julius Farquhar is predisposed towards extinction. I wonder, I can’t help but wonder, whether Sunday 23rd December 2012 Julius Farquhar’s self-proclaimed dominant reign will become merely another example of the undeniable flux.
*
A dialogue recorded in the lair of “Quintessentially English” Julius Farquhar.
We make our visit to the APW Tap Out Champion while he is engaged in a conversation with APW reporter, Phil. The point at which our observation begins finds the dialogue turned to a very serious and sombre tone, reflected by Phil’s concern for Julius’ apparent decline in recent weeks.
Phil: I’m just saying that you ought to be considering the possibilities.
Julius: Possibilities I can consider, dearest Phil. Such as if there is no tea for breakfast tomorrow morning, it is possible I could make do with a glass of water until the servant has been to the shop (before being dismissed for gross dereliction of his duties). This is a thought I cannot possibly contemplate. You would do better to engage me in some metaphysical discussion, rather than these utterly fanciful notions. I say there is more truth in the tales of tooth fairies than what you are proposing.
Phil: You’re being obtuse, Jules.
Flash a cutting stare back at Phil, Julius exclaims.
Julius: How dare you! What kind of witch-hunt are you instigating, Philip?
Phil: None. I’m trying to point out the facts.
Julius: The facts? Ha! You would not recognise ‘the facts’ if one came up to you and punched you on the nose.
Phil: I know the facts are that you haven’t won a match since One Night In Hell.
Julius: Oh, you are a charlatan at heart, Philip! Next you will assert to the Christians that Jesus wasn’t divine because he bled like a mortal man. Facts are a commodity, you silly fool, and like all commodities, there are some more valuable than others. Why should I entertain ‘the facts’ like ‘such and such beat you in this meaningless’ match, when there is present in the room the much more valuable fact that I remain the Tap Out Champion.
Phil: You’re missing the point, Jules. It’s the small things that constitute the bigger facts. You came to glory as the champion on the back of an incredible run of form. Since that happened I have gradually watched you decline.
Julius replied with a contemptuous snort.
Phil: I just want you to see that you’re reign is not a certainty. I don’t want you to become complacent; the only way I can see you succeeding at Christmas Chaos is if you accept that you are about to face the biggest challenge of your life.
Julius: You are truly a most petulant personality! Do you not think I have not considered this all along? Do you think I have not realised that Reginald Schmidt has yet again stacked the odds heinously against me? I have walked on water for that man, such are the high demands he has placed on me, while others flap about like drowning toddlers and get rewarded with title shots.
Phil: Not this again. There is no conspiracy theory!
Julius: Tell that to the Kennedys. I know exactly what is going on here. Look at the evidence: while others have been spoonfed, I have had to beg for what I have achieved, and I remain the only one to have achieved with dignity. To get to this place, which Reginald has worked tirelessly to block from me, I have had to defeat former World Champions, future World Champions, the next big thing, and now Reginald puts four men in one corner against me. That is how desperate he is to stop me.
Phil: I don’t think-
Julius: I’m not asking you to think, just write this down you wretched hack! The whole world can bleat the same tune like a herd of sheep, I know the tune: that one about how the days of Julius Farquhar are numbered. Well let me tell the world here and now: a few defeats don’t keep down the most dangerous man in the world. Like I always have I can see the bigger picture here, and the bigger picture is this: I am the Tap Out Champion, that means I am the most dangerous man in the world because I can trap a man in a web of my own making and through my hands alone I strip away a wrestler’s dignity. Anyone can knock someone down long enough for a three count, but to force a man, with his conscious mind, to defy the very thing that makes him, his survival instinct, and to cry those mortifying words ‘I Quit’; well is there anything more edifying than that?
Julius smiles to himself, now frothing over with self-satisfaction as he thinks back to all those wrestlers whose spirit he has broken..
Julius: Know this Phil, I am and will always be the man for the big occasion. Ever since I won this strap I have always delivered, and trust me, of all the men in this match it is I, Julius Farquhar, each and every one of my opponents will work to avoid. I’ll be first in and last out. Just you remember that. Now clear off, the sight of you is making me nauseous.
Phil grabbed his possessions and beat a hasty retreat, leaving Julius alone with his thoughts. The smug, sneering smile soon slipped as Phil left, replaced by a glimmer of a look, one that betrayed the merest doubt. But it was enough. For all the bravado, Julius knew....he just knew here was some truth there that he had to overcome.
*
The words of “Quintessentially English” Julius Farquhar himself, i.e. ‘The Quintessentially English Podcast #8’
Welcome friends and followers of the Quintessentially English Empire. This week your fearless and tireless leader, Julius Farquhar, embarks on the most dangerous and threatening campaign of his rule. I know all of you have maintain your courage in these weeks fraught with fear and doubt, but I assure you I am still alive, well and remain true to the cause we all believe in.
I know the world would like to think my powers have waned of late, but I question the validity of arguments that place so strong an emphasis on such trivial matters. I know some despaired as I failed to overcome Sally Talfourd, but when so little is to be gained why waste all of your heavy artillery. The fact that Reginald Schmidt considered me merely a piece of cannon-fodder for his new Champion is provokes an utterly contemptuous attitude, so when he is prepared to give me the proper match I deserve with Sally Talfourd, that is to say for the World Heavyweight Championship, then the world shall see how bright I shine.
But these affairs are for the future. What matters now is that I cement my place in history this Sunday by proving to the world that I am the undeniable greatest submission wrestler in the world. However, make no mistake about it, I know the task in front of me is an arduous one that is going to test all my powers of endurance. It would not be histrionic to say that this match represents my ‘Waterloo’. No doubt I am out-gunned and out-manned in this match, and given the incredulous and chaotic stipulation imposed by Reginald Schmidt, the odds are stacked against me. I will be a lone man, the Champion, against four men who will be baying for my blood, and determined to walk away with what I have in my possession.
But great men always overcome the most difficult situations, and I fully intend to make this match one that makes my destiny here on Asylum. When I transferred from that odious Overdrive brand in January, I arrived promising change for the better for APW’s runt of a show. I have brought in Quintessentially Justice and already I can see it having its positive effect. I realise I have not yet achieved my ultimate goal of breathing Quintessentially English Justice into the World Heavyweight division, but what I have done is prove that I am an object as immovable as the Rocky mountains, and as unstoppable as a force ten hurricane. I have taken on the mantle of being king of the submission division and elevated it. No wrestler has held this title as long as I have, no Champion has sent as many challengers packing as I; no person in the history of APW has had the power and the will to break the greatest athletes in two like me.
I have ruled submission wrestling for six months, and I can see no better way to make tribute to myself than to take on the four best challengers Schmidt could find, in what is really a glorified handicap mach, and destroy each and every one them. Believe me when I succeed it will be a truly defining moment in the history of APW because it will provide me with the final stepping stone to my destiny, to my birthright, and that is a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship at Rasslemania.
When I have made four different men submit, Reginald will be forced to accept my destiny, a certainty has waited for its moment since the dawn of the Universe: I am here to RULE ALL, and all you can do is PAY HOMAGE.
Welcome friends and followers of the Quintessentially English Empire. This week your fearless and tireless leader, Julius Farquhar, embarks on the most dangerous and threatening campaign of his rule. I know all of you have maintain your courage in these weeks fraught with fear and doubt, but I assure you I am still alive, well and remain true to the cause we all believe in.
I know the world would like to think my powers have waned of late, but I question the validity of arguments that place so strong an emphasis on such trivial matters. I know some despaired as I failed to overcome Sally Talfourd, but when so little is to be gained why waste all of your heavy artillery. The fact that Reginald Schmidt considered me merely a piece of cannon-fodder for his new Champion is provokes an utterly contemptuous attitude, so when he is prepared to give me the proper match I deserve with Sally Talfourd, that is to say for the World Heavyweight Championship, then the world shall see how bright I shine.
But these affairs are for the future. What matters now is that I cement my place in history this Sunday by proving to the world that I am the undeniable greatest submission wrestler in the world. However, make no mistake about it, I know the task in front of me is an arduous one that is going to test all my powers of endurance. It would not be histrionic to say that this match represents my ‘Waterloo’. No doubt I am out-gunned and out-manned in this match, and given the incredulous and chaotic stipulation imposed by Reginald Schmidt, the odds are stacked against me. I will be a lone man, the Champion, against four men who will be baying for my blood, and determined to walk away with what I have in my possession.
But great men always overcome the most difficult situations, and I fully intend to make this match one that makes my destiny here on Asylum. When I transferred from that odious Overdrive brand in January, I arrived promising change for the better for APW’s runt of a show. I have brought in Quintessentially Justice and already I can see it having its positive effect. I realise I have not yet achieved my ultimate goal of breathing Quintessentially English Justice into the World Heavyweight division, but what I have done is prove that I am an object as immovable as the Rocky mountains, and as unstoppable as a force ten hurricane. I have taken on the mantle of being king of the submission division and elevated it. No wrestler has held this title as long as I have, no Champion has sent as many challengers packing as I; no person in the history of APW has had the power and the will to break the greatest athletes in two like me.
I have ruled submission wrestling for six months, and I can see no better way to make tribute to myself than to take on the four best challengers Schmidt could find, in what is really a glorified handicap mach, and destroy each and every one them. Believe me when I succeed it will be a truly defining moment in the history of APW because it will provide me with the final stepping stone to my destiny, to my birthright, and that is a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship at Rasslemania.
When I have made four different men submit, Reginald will be forced to accept my destiny, a certainty has waited for its moment since the dawn of the Universe: I am here to RULE ALL, and all you can do is PAY HOMAGE.
