Post by Chaos Stryke on Jan 13, 2013 13:39:14 GMT -4
I knew this would to be a challenge…
The scene’s in black and white. A camera’s focused on a large, rundown mansion. We can only see the front section of it. The camera pulls back, revealing a dark and cloudy night. The mansion’s windows are broken, but the shards still there reflect the moonlight when it’s visible. The camera eventually pulls back enough to show a sign in front of the house labelled “Meltdown: The house Duvall and Harrison built” in neat, clear print. Below that, scrawled in sloppy lettering is “Enter at your own risk”. The camera comes to a stop shortly after passing between two people. The camera rises and we see that the pair is dressed in similar attire. Boots, dark pants, lighter jackets, and each have a matching fedora on. The one on the left is a woman and the right is a man, based on their physical build and hair length. The camera moves back a bit further and we can now make out writing on the backs of their jackets which side by side read “M&M” with the & split down the middle with one half on each jacket. The pair, Logan and Aubrey, look toward one another.
Last week, we were on Meltdown together. We fought and won.
Aubrey starts for the door. Logan grabs her arm. She looks back. He shakes his head.
This week… I need to go by myself. She’s always a reassuring presence when we fight as a team, but this was something I’d do alone.
Logan moves ahead and Aubrey remains behind. The camera stays with her as Logan opens the front door and heads inside.
Going alone is a risk. There’re many threats I may encounter.
Inside, a camera follows Logan down a long dark hallway. There’s a groan from ahead as a form shambles forward. Logan shines a light and a creature like a zombie with the face of Young Mannie approaches.
Like raising the dead, he returned from suspension and was set loose on one GM problem. I’ve faced him once in the past. Put him down too.
Logan produces a shotgun, aims, and fires. There’s a bright flash and zombie-Mannie drops.
I used a headshot at One Night in Hell too. Just not with a double-barrelled Remington. S-Mart’s top of the line.
Logan moves past, a soft squishing heard as he does so.
He’s not my main concern though. There are more dangerous foes…
He reaches a door at the end of the hall and opens it. Inside, a figure clad in white faces him. Smaller and feminine, she comes forward. We see the white are bandages… from head to toe, minus the face… a mummy, with the face of Kaylyn Evans. Beyond her is a stairwell, leading up and down.
She was carted off for medical attention last week. Not that extensively though. It was more a precision strike.
Logan runs forward, delivering a kick to her chest. It knocks her backwards but she stays upright.
We took out her leg.
He smirks, aims, and fires. Her left shin bursts and she topples onto the downward staircase and to the floor below. Logan checks the shotgun then drops it aside, drawing a pistol instead. He heads up the stairs.
She’s out of the way… for now.
On the next floor, Logan opens the door leading to the main hallway. It appears empty as he looks around. He steps out.
But she’s never alone…
There’s a high pitched squeak from above followed by the flapping of wings. Logan sees a bat descending through a broken skylight. It flies down before him and changes into a person wearing a dark cloak. The person looks at him, revealing the face of Christian Kane.
She has this guy who’s out for blood it seems. We went toe to toe last week.
He glides towards Logan, grinning wide and revealing his fangs. Logan backs away firing, but it doesn’t stop him.
He got the better of me.
Logan reaches into his jacket, withdrawing a small vial. He pulls the stopper as vampire-Kane lunges. Logan raises the stopper… that’s shaped like a cross. Vampire-Kane recoils and Logan swings the vial out, sending its contents arcing outward. It splashes on some of vampire-Kane’s exposed skin, drawing a shriek as it smokes and burns.
I did some damage.
Logan reaches into his jacket, but vampire-Kane turns back into a bat and quickly starts to fly off the way he’d come.
But I didn’t finish him. He’ll return to even the score.
Logan watches him fly off. He resumes walking now more alert. At the end of the hallway, a large set of doors sit on either side. Moving to the one on the right, he glances through a barred window in the door. Duvall and Harrison stand inside their large laboratory. They seem to be conversing with someone hidden in the shadows.
There’re the two in charge… and source of my recent hardships. I wasn’t here to challenge them… but our goals are at odds. I wish to succeed. They don’t. I can’t confront them directly though…
Logan moves to the door on the other side of the hall, opens it and heads inside. He finds himself in a treasure room, lit by a large skylight above. At the far end of the room hangs the North American championship.
And that’s what I fight for. They want to keep it from me.
He moves through the room towards the far end, but a gate falls from the ceiling to block his path, just short of his goal. Logan looks around, and now spots a person… an amalgamation of body parts, like Frankenstein’s monster. It wears a striped shirt and black pants. It lifts its hand from a lever, apparently what controls the gate.
This week’s new obstacle is a special ref who fits their criteria. They got rid of him only a month ago, but he’s back. I can only wonder why…
Frankenref looks at Logan then points to the doors. Logan turns to see Duvall and Harrison enter and flank the doorway. A masked figure enters after them… Tuhoa Valo.
But this is much worse. I knew he’d return… but I didn’t expect him to be with them when he did. I don’t think I’ve seen his best. Like much about him, it’s hidden. A monster waiting to be unleashed.
The room’s slowly bathed in light as the clouds part, uncovering the moon. Valo looks up towards it. He howls and grows larger, bursting from most of his clothes as he turns into a werewolf. Apart from his muzzle and ears, his mask remains in place. The monster inside. Duvall and Harrison smirk at Logan.
Now I must beat him while he has the support and resources of those who wish me to fall.
While Valo changes, Logan opens the chamber of his pistol, withdraws a special, presumably silver, bullet and slides it in, then closes the chamber.
I’ve put him down before. Now I have to with everything on the line. Like so many other things… I only get one shot.
Werewolf-Valo howls and charges, leaping into the air and coming down, claws out, jaws open. Logan stands his ground and aims up at him.
I’d better make it count.
He pulls the trigger. The scene whites out
January 9, 2013…
The scene shifts to Logan Alexander’s living room. The North American champion is sitting on his couch, holding a television remote, while the last moments of the prior scene finish playing before him and the camera.
A monster movie?
He smirks slightly as he looks at the camera.
It fits, even if it’s over the top. You have evil masterminds unleashing their monsters and opposed by unlikely heroes. When one plan fails, they start the next one, taking the hero into consideration and trying for better results. It sounds familiar.
Just over two months ago, I beat Valo to contend for the title. I fought Aubrey for it with mom doing anything to muck things up. She used that match as a wedge on M&M and sent off Aubrey. I’ve been shown disdain at every turn. They overrule every decision I make. They support people that attack M&M. This week’s more of the same… two-of-three falls against Tuhoa Valo with a referee that Valo, mom and dad approve of.
He sighs disappointedly.
I know they want the title off me… but they could be subtle.
I guess they don’t care what others think.
Guess business people only care about the bottom line. Their bottom line: they want me out of the way. I’m the hero they need to dispose of… When did that happen anyway?
He looks at the camera, appearing confused.
What?
When did I become the hero?
I think it’s the moment you dropped Sienna in the ring.
He eyes the camera suspiciously.
That was not a ‘heroic’ move.
You attacked a bigger villain.
He ponders that.
Yeah. I suppose that’s it. It makes people think I’m here for the fans, another hero. They don’t get it. I’m here for selfish reasons. I’m here for myself and Aubrey. I’m surrounded by enemies as a result. Good guys on one side, bad guys on the other, me in the middle getting hit from all sides. I’m still here because I’m enjoying the challenge. I’m having great matches almost every week and I’m only on Meltdown.
But I take the highs with their lows. I’m constantly getting ripped into by someone. People wanting to make a name for themselves attack me. I was on bad terms with the GM almost the moment he arrived. But I keep going. Every obstacle put before me makes me try harder. I’m excited for this week’s match. Two-of-three falls with a man I knew I’d be facing before the month was out. I’ve wanted to face Valo. No point in avoiding the inevitable.
It’s almost a handicap match though. The GMs are behind him because he’s against me. That’s without considering his group hug. If I lose, it’s almost guaranteed. If I win, I’ve overcome the odds yet again. For two months, it’s felt like me versus the world. I haven’t shied away from anything. I’ve done everything asked of me. I go out there every week covered in bullseyes, surrounded by enemies, but intent on continuing regardless.
Logan appears concerned now.
This might be the end of my run.
You think Valo can beat you.
I sure he can. I hold two victories over him though. First, he was a self-proclaimed hero here to clean up wrestling in America and get rid of people like me. Then he was a self-proclaimed wrestling god. Where do you go after a claim like that?
I don’t think there’s anything beyond being a god.
Neither do I. Maybe he’ll be a god from a higher reality or something. It’ll be silly either way.
He smirks slightly.
He’s put himself into a corner with his comments though. I generally think of my matches as must-win. It gives me extra motivation. My world doesn’t end if I lose though. What happens to his?
He leaves the question hanging and smiles.
Do you know he’s still going on about the submission win I have against him?
Yes… I saw.
I think he’s the only one who mentions it. I’m like the star Valo’s world revolves around.
There’s soft laughter from the person holding the camera.
Very clever.
It’s true. All he does is measure himself against me. He tears me down, but it makes himself look worse. I still treat him with courtesy and respect. His last rant was lies to make himself feel better. That’s addresses everything he said this week.
He frowns, shaking his head, then looks at the camera.
But we should wrap our time up. I need to finish getting ready for Alexander-Valo II and I should speak to him one more time before we fight.
January 13, 2013
Inside a waiting area in the Credit Union Center in Saskatoon, Logan’s dressed in typical ring attire, with the North American championship around his waist, ready for a public appearance. Standing there, he glances at the camera.
I’m marketable.
He smirks.
I wanted to give something to my steadfast Canadian fans. Valo talks about that, but since he doesn’t understand respect, I don’t expect him to get this.
He shakes his head
Anyway Valo… it’s you against me once more.
Going into the supershow, I said we’d face off if I retained. I did what I had to do to win and I know you’d have done the same. I beat you to it. Now you’ve gotten your shot after pinning the same person I did then. Congratulations.
But let’s be honest. I’ve known since my first win over you that we’d fight again. You’ve whined about that loss for ten weeks. You came up short at the supershow. You whine about that too. Zing would lecture me for a week, without stopping for breath, if I did that.
He rolls his eyes.
I thought you were above making excuses, Valo. You lost. Twice. Get over it. Better yet, learn from it. If I win, what do you do then? What credibility do you have? How much do you have even if you win? The GMs are against me. You get to approve the ref for our match. How much advantage do you need?
You tell everyone that you can beat me… but you can’t concede that I am capable of beating you. Ten weeks and two weeks ago you did the same. You don’t think of me as a legitimate wrestler. You call me a paper champion, a coward that hides from you, a GM kiss up. You say I’m not worthy to be champion and that I don’t measure up to you… the glorious Tuhoa Valo. But you don’t learn from your history… you repeat it.
I’m just carrying your belt right? You had the chance to take it, but you couldn’t. You assume I’ll walk up to you and hand over the title, but that’s simply not going to happen… ever. I refuse to concede to you. I’ll go out fighting one way or another, and like the last two times, I’ll probably bring more fight than you expect. Considering you expect nothing of me, that’s an easy one to do.
He smiles confidently.
This week we’ve got an endurance match. Two-of-three falls to win. I hold one direct win against you already. I think you’ll get one fall against me surely. These matches are notorious for the first two falls being split… never had one that didn’t go that way. It’ll come down to the last fall and whoever’s willing to give more, but if I can end this with two straight falls, I will.
Each time we’ve met, I’ve given more than you. In November, I beat you in the ring with one of my best holds. It didn’t matter if you gave up, you would’ve passed out eventually. You weren’t going anywhere that night. I would’ve outlasted you. At the supershow, you tried to beat me, but you had three other people who wanted to beat me directly too. In the end, I survived four challengers to retain.
Now, what are you going to be fighting for Valo? I’m sure it’s a party for your big surprise that’ll change the world. Same thing you’ve fought for the last two times. Is that enough though? No one else cares. It hasn’t been enough to beat me… and I’m someone who’s far beneath you.
I’m fighting for this championship because it’s what matters to me right now. I want to be the best, and that requires more than a short-term commitment. Since One Night in Hell, I’ve done my best to push myself further than everyone else. Months later, I’m not satisfied. I worry that my best isn’t enough… like at Christmas Chaos.
Valo… I know you’ve been in APW before. I think you’ve been a high profile champion. I believe you should be capable of beating me… but I won’t meekly accept that possibility. You’re nothing but lies and self-deception. I fear that you’d tarnish the championship, and I have more to accomplish with it. You’re already insufferably arrogant, yet you’ve done no more than I have. You say you’re better… I’ve defied you everytime you’ve said that to me.
I want to stop you. Here and now if I can and not for any noble reason. I wouldn’t do this to be a hero or win over fans. I’d do this for purely selfish reasons… to retain my title, to beat you decisively and leave no doubt, and to improve by beating a strong opponent. It’s for personal pride and honour, and to stick one to you and mom and dad all at once.
He looks defiant as he continues.
You have everything to lose Valo. I don’t think you realize it. You’re hung up on writing your victory speech again that you don’t consider that I could beat you again… You’ll just have to hope and pray that the third time’s the charm. I want to bring you crashing down to earth once more this week. I’d love to shatter the illusion that you have of yourself. I have to beat you twice this time, but I believe that I can do that. I’m facing long odds with so much against me, but that’s when I bring my best.
I have one goal in mind Valo. Think of how that mini-movie I showed earlier ended. I plan to pull the trigger and put you down.
He raises his right arm, points to the camera with index finger extended and thumb up, like a gun.
On Monday night, I intend to slay the monster you represent once and for all if I can. Bang.
The scene whites out.
The scene’s in black and white. A camera’s focused on a large, rundown mansion. We can only see the front section of it. The camera pulls back, revealing a dark and cloudy night. The mansion’s windows are broken, but the shards still there reflect the moonlight when it’s visible. The camera eventually pulls back enough to show a sign in front of the house labelled “Meltdown: The house Duvall and Harrison built” in neat, clear print. Below that, scrawled in sloppy lettering is “Enter at your own risk”. The camera comes to a stop shortly after passing between two people. The camera rises and we see that the pair is dressed in similar attire. Boots, dark pants, lighter jackets, and each have a matching fedora on. The one on the left is a woman and the right is a man, based on their physical build and hair length. The camera moves back a bit further and we can now make out writing on the backs of their jackets which side by side read “M&M” with the & split down the middle with one half on each jacket. The pair, Logan and Aubrey, look toward one another.
Last week, we were on Meltdown together. We fought and won.
Aubrey starts for the door. Logan grabs her arm. She looks back. He shakes his head.
This week… I need to go by myself. She’s always a reassuring presence when we fight as a team, but this was something I’d do alone.
Logan moves ahead and Aubrey remains behind. The camera stays with her as Logan opens the front door and heads inside.
Going alone is a risk. There’re many threats I may encounter.
Inside, a camera follows Logan down a long dark hallway. There’s a groan from ahead as a form shambles forward. Logan shines a light and a creature like a zombie with the face of Young Mannie approaches.
Like raising the dead, he returned from suspension and was set loose on one GM problem. I’ve faced him once in the past. Put him down too.
Logan produces a shotgun, aims, and fires. There’s a bright flash and zombie-Mannie drops.
I used a headshot at One Night in Hell too. Just not with a double-barrelled Remington. S-Mart’s top of the line.
Logan moves past, a soft squishing heard as he does so.
He’s not my main concern though. There are more dangerous foes…
He reaches a door at the end of the hall and opens it. Inside, a figure clad in white faces him. Smaller and feminine, she comes forward. We see the white are bandages… from head to toe, minus the face… a mummy, with the face of Kaylyn Evans. Beyond her is a stairwell, leading up and down.
She was carted off for medical attention last week. Not that extensively though. It was more a precision strike.
Logan runs forward, delivering a kick to her chest. It knocks her backwards but she stays upright.
We took out her leg.
He smirks, aims, and fires. Her left shin bursts and she topples onto the downward staircase and to the floor below. Logan checks the shotgun then drops it aside, drawing a pistol instead. He heads up the stairs.
She’s out of the way… for now.
On the next floor, Logan opens the door leading to the main hallway. It appears empty as he looks around. He steps out.
But she’s never alone…
There’s a high pitched squeak from above followed by the flapping of wings. Logan sees a bat descending through a broken skylight. It flies down before him and changes into a person wearing a dark cloak. The person looks at him, revealing the face of Christian Kane.
She has this guy who’s out for blood it seems. We went toe to toe last week.
He glides towards Logan, grinning wide and revealing his fangs. Logan backs away firing, but it doesn’t stop him.
He got the better of me.
Logan reaches into his jacket, withdrawing a small vial. He pulls the stopper as vampire-Kane lunges. Logan raises the stopper… that’s shaped like a cross. Vampire-Kane recoils and Logan swings the vial out, sending its contents arcing outward. It splashes on some of vampire-Kane’s exposed skin, drawing a shriek as it smokes and burns.
I did some damage.
Logan reaches into his jacket, but vampire-Kane turns back into a bat and quickly starts to fly off the way he’d come.
But I didn’t finish him. He’ll return to even the score.
Logan watches him fly off. He resumes walking now more alert. At the end of the hallway, a large set of doors sit on either side. Moving to the one on the right, he glances through a barred window in the door. Duvall and Harrison stand inside their large laboratory. They seem to be conversing with someone hidden in the shadows.
There’re the two in charge… and source of my recent hardships. I wasn’t here to challenge them… but our goals are at odds. I wish to succeed. They don’t. I can’t confront them directly though…
Logan moves to the door on the other side of the hall, opens it and heads inside. He finds himself in a treasure room, lit by a large skylight above. At the far end of the room hangs the North American championship.
And that’s what I fight for. They want to keep it from me.
He moves through the room towards the far end, but a gate falls from the ceiling to block his path, just short of his goal. Logan looks around, and now spots a person… an amalgamation of body parts, like Frankenstein’s monster. It wears a striped shirt and black pants. It lifts its hand from a lever, apparently what controls the gate.
This week’s new obstacle is a special ref who fits their criteria. They got rid of him only a month ago, but he’s back. I can only wonder why…
Frankenref looks at Logan then points to the doors. Logan turns to see Duvall and Harrison enter and flank the doorway. A masked figure enters after them… Tuhoa Valo.
But this is much worse. I knew he’d return… but I didn’t expect him to be with them when he did. I don’t think I’ve seen his best. Like much about him, it’s hidden. A monster waiting to be unleashed.
The room’s slowly bathed in light as the clouds part, uncovering the moon. Valo looks up towards it. He howls and grows larger, bursting from most of his clothes as he turns into a werewolf. Apart from his muzzle and ears, his mask remains in place. The monster inside. Duvall and Harrison smirk at Logan.
Now I must beat him while he has the support and resources of those who wish me to fall.
While Valo changes, Logan opens the chamber of his pistol, withdraws a special, presumably silver, bullet and slides it in, then closes the chamber.
I’ve put him down before. Now I have to with everything on the line. Like so many other things… I only get one shot.
Werewolf-Valo howls and charges, leaping into the air and coming down, claws out, jaws open. Logan stands his ground and aims up at him.
I’d better make it count.
He pulls the trigger. The scene whites out
January 9, 2013…
The scene shifts to Logan Alexander’s living room. The North American champion is sitting on his couch, holding a television remote, while the last moments of the prior scene finish playing before him and the camera.
A monster movie?
He smirks slightly as he looks at the camera.
It fits, even if it’s over the top. You have evil masterminds unleashing their monsters and opposed by unlikely heroes. When one plan fails, they start the next one, taking the hero into consideration and trying for better results. It sounds familiar.
Just over two months ago, I beat Valo to contend for the title. I fought Aubrey for it with mom doing anything to muck things up. She used that match as a wedge on M&M and sent off Aubrey. I’ve been shown disdain at every turn. They overrule every decision I make. They support people that attack M&M. This week’s more of the same… two-of-three falls against Tuhoa Valo with a referee that Valo, mom and dad approve of.
He sighs disappointedly.
I know they want the title off me… but they could be subtle.
I guess they don’t care what others think.
Guess business people only care about the bottom line. Their bottom line: they want me out of the way. I’m the hero they need to dispose of… When did that happen anyway?
He looks at the camera, appearing confused.
What?
When did I become the hero?
I think it’s the moment you dropped Sienna in the ring.
He eyes the camera suspiciously.
That was not a ‘heroic’ move.
You attacked a bigger villain.
He ponders that.
Yeah. I suppose that’s it. It makes people think I’m here for the fans, another hero. They don’t get it. I’m here for selfish reasons. I’m here for myself and Aubrey. I’m surrounded by enemies as a result. Good guys on one side, bad guys on the other, me in the middle getting hit from all sides. I’m still here because I’m enjoying the challenge. I’m having great matches almost every week and I’m only on Meltdown.
But I take the highs with their lows. I’m constantly getting ripped into by someone. People wanting to make a name for themselves attack me. I was on bad terms with the GM almost the moment he arrived. But I keep going. Every obstacle put before me makes me try harder. I’m excited for this week’s match. Two-of-three falls with a man I knew I’d be facing before the month was out. I’ve wanted to face Valo. No point in avoiding the inevitable.
It’s almost a handicap match though. The GMs are behind him because he’s against me. That’s without considering his group hug. If I lose, it’s almost guaranteed. If I win, I’ve overcome the odds yet again. For two months, it’s felt like me versus the world. I haven’t shied away from anything. I’ve done everything asked of me. I go out there every week covered in bullseyes, surrounded by enemies, but intent on continuing regardless.
Logan appears concerned now.
This might be the end of my run.
You think Valo can beat you.
I sure he can. I hold two victories over him though. First, he was a self-proclaimed hero here to clean up wrestling in America and get rid of people like me. Then he was a self-proclaimed wrestling god. Where do you go after a claim like that?
I don’t think there’s anything beyond being a god.
Neither do I. Maybe he’ll be a god from a higher reality or something. It’ll be silly either way.
He smirks slightly.
He’s put himself into a corner with his comments though. I generally think of my matches as must-win. It gives me extra motivation. My world doesn’t end if I lose though. What happens to his?
He leaves the question hanging and smiles.
Do you know he’s still going on about the submission win I have against him?
Yes… I saw.
I think he’s the only one who mentions it. I’m like the star Valo’s world revolves around.
There’s soft laughter from the person holding the camera.
Very clever.
It’s true. All he does is measure himself against me. He tears me down, but it makes himself look worse. I still treat him with courtesy and respect. His last rant was lies to make himself feel better. That’s addresses everything he said this week.
He frowns, shaking his head, then looks at the camera.
But we should wrap our time up. I need to finish getting ready for Alexander-Valo II and I should speak to him one more time before we fight.
January 13, 2013
Inside a waiting area in the Credit Union Center in Saskatoon, Logan’s dressed in typical ring attire, with the North American championship around his waist, ready for a public appearance. Standing there, he glances at the camera.
I’m marketable.
He smirks.
I wanted to give something to my steadfast Canadian fans. Valo talks about that, but since he doesn’t understand respect, I don’t expect him to get this.
He shakes his head
Anyway Valo… it’s you against me once more.
Going into the supershow, I said we’d face off if I retained. I did what I had to do to win and I know you’d have done the same. I beat you to it. Now you’ve gotten your shot after pinning the same person I did then. Congratulations.
But let’s be honest. I’ve known since my first win over you that we’d fight again. You’ve whined about that loss for ten weeks. You came up short at the supershow. You whine about that too. Zing would lecture me for a week, without stopping for breath, if I did that.
He rolls his eyes.
I thought you were above making excuses, Valo. You lost. Twice. Get over it. Better yet, learn from it. If I win, what do you do then? What credibility do you have? How much do you have even if you win? The GMs are against me. You get to approve the ref for our match. How much advantage do you need?
You tell everyone that you can beat me… but you can’t concede that I am capable of beating you. Ten weeks and two weeks ago you did the same. You don’t think of me as a legitimate wrestler. You call me a paper champion, a coward that hides from you, a GM kiss up. You say I’m not worthy to be champion and that I don’t measure up to you… the glorious Tuhoa Valo. But you don’t learn from your history… you repeat it.
I’m just carrying your belt right? You had the chance to take it, but you couldn’t. You assume I’ll walk up to you and hand over the title, but that’s simply not going to happen… ever. I refuse to concede to you. I’ll go out fighting one way or another, and like the last two times, I’ll probably bring more fight than you expect. Considering you expect nothing of me, that’s an easy one to do.
He smiles confidently.
This week we’ve got an endurance match. Two-of-three falls to win. I hold one direct win against you already. I think you’ll get one fall against me surely. These matches are notorious for the first two falls being split… never had one that didn’t go that way. It’ll come down to the last fall and whoever’s willing to give more, but if I can end this with two straight falls, I will.
Each time we’ve met, I’ve given more than you. In November, I beat you in the ring with one of my best holds. It didn’t matter if you gave up, you would’ve passed out eventually. You weren’t going anywhere that night. I would’ve outlasted you. At the supershow, you tried to beat me, but you had three other people who wanted to beat me directly too. In the end, I survived four challengers to retain.
Now, what are you going to be fighting for Valo? I’m sure it’s a party for your big surprise that’ll change the world. Same thing you’ve fought for the last two times. Is that enough though? No one else cares. It hasn’t been enough to beat me… and I’m someone who’s far beneath you.
I’m fighting for this championship because it’s what matters to me right now. I want to be the best, and that requires more than a short-term commitment. Since One Night in Hell, I’ve done my best to push myself further than everyone else. Months later, I’m not satisfied. I worry that my best isn’t enough… like at Christmas Chaos.
Valo… I know you’ve been in APW before. I think you’ve been a high profile champion. I believe you should be capable of beating me… but I won’t meekly accept that possibility. You’re nothing but lies and self-deception. I fear that you’d tarnish the championship, and I have more to accomplish with it. You’re already insufferably arrogant, yet you’ve done no more than I have. You say you’re better… I’ve defied you everytime you’ve said that to me.
I want to stop you. Here and now if I can and not for any noble reason. I wouldn’t do this to be a hero or win over fans. I’d do this for purely selfish reasons… to retain my title, to beat you decisively and leave no doubt, and to improve by beating a strong opponent. It’s for personal pride and honour, and to stick one to you and mom and dad all at once.
He looks defiant as he continues.
You have everything to lose Valo. I don’t think you realize it. You’re hung up on writing your victory speech again that you don’t consider that I could beat you again… You’ll just have to hope and pray that the third time’s the charm. I want to bring you crashing down to earth once more this week. I’d love to shatter the illusion that you have of yourself. I have to beat you twice this time, but I believe that I can do that. I’m facing long odds with so much against me, but that’s when I bring my best.
I have one goal in mind Valo. Think of how that mini-movie I showed earlier ended. I plan to pull the trigger and put you down.
He raises his right arm, points to the camera with index finger extended and thumb up, like a gun.
On Monday night, I intend to slay the monster you represent once and for all if I can. Bang.
The scene whites out.
