Post by T-Marv on Apr 6, 2013 19:11:36 GMT -4
A new attitude. A new mindset. A new brand. A new Girl?
So many shifting faults in the APW now a days, occasionally the big picture gets scattered and diluted. People forget that while many things may become altered, there are always permanent fixtures that will never be removed, will never be altered. They are like natures monuments on the horizon…forever present, always watching. They are persistent. They are everlasting. But that doesn’t mean they aren’t forgotten. That doesn’t mean they aren’t underappreciated. That doesn’t mean they aren’t overlooked. But they are to be respected. For they will be here LONG after you’re gone!
I am one such Icon.
I will never change.
I am permanent, as is my grip on the APW Undisputed Championship. Asylum has JUST as many up and coming fools looking to knock me off as Overdrive did. It will make no difference. And the underestimating of my talents and ability is just going to make this new era reign of dominance that much sweeter.
But then there are some things that NEVER change.
Some things you wish you could change!
It appears that I am still the villain. I am still the black dragon. I am still the devil. And that’s not what bothers me. I’ve long accepted my role as APW’s lightning rod of hate. But what I don’t like are the assumptions and accusations that come along with it.
I can’t win if I don’t cheat.
I’m not talented, just an opertunist.
I’m a fluke.
No matter what I do to prove myself, these same ignorant comments keep popping up. It doesn’t matter that it’s ludicrous to think that a lack of talent would have gotten me this far REGUARDLESS of my methods. And it’s just plain stupid to attempt to erase my wins. The fact of the matter is I won… I always win, one way or another. I always get the job done… one way or another.
But I guess that’s just the way things go.
People are jealous.
People are petty.
People can’t stand it when bad guy is on top.
But here I am… if you don’t like it, come and KNOCK ME OFF MY PERCH! Others have tried…others have failed.
I am HERE to stay… DEAL WITH IT!
Rio De Janeiro is about the closest to heaven that many of us will ever see. All along the beach walk a plethora of beautiful women dressed like there’s a clothing shortage. The wind blows through the air adding a chill to an otherwise warm Spring day.
Laying on the beach soaking up the atmosphere is the APW Undisputed Champion taking a break from his hard fought VIW Tag Team Title defense just yesterday. Terry smiles as his hand reaches down to embrace that of his companion…
But we don’t look at the usual sight we’ve grown used to next to Terry for the past couple months of Olivia Munn. Instead we see a fair skinned, light haired young woman wearing Sunglasses and laying out in a beautiful bikini with a permanent smile plastered on her face. This, is Maggie Kent.
WHO is Maggie Kent, you might ask. The story that follows that ambigious question would take more time to tell than we have. To sum up, she is a bubbly but shy Director of Social Media for a few wrestling promotions. But the important part of the news is that she’s Terry’s Girlfriend. Change is certainly contagious.
”What’s going on in that head of yours?”
She smiles, like she always does. Maggie is perennially cheerful.
”APW… Asylum… TJ”
Terry had no need and felt no reason to lie to her, or to try to deceive her. She is the one and ONLY person he can be absolutely and completely strait with.
”Do you wanna get out of here? You probably need to focus on your match… I don’t wanna make you lose or anything.”
So Innocent…. Terry smiles at her and sits up a bit.
”We’ll leave soon enough. No, I was just thinking about something he said. You know… to him, to everyone in APW, I am nothing more than the wicked bad guy at the end of a superhero film. I’m the evil King.”
She looks up at him with a soft smile.
”I don’t see that. Clearly they don’t know who you are…Not really. They only see what they want to believe.”
”But they have good reason to believe it. Truly, I don’t much care what they think of me, just leaves me wondering if this will always be my fate. I don’t mind playing their villain. I don’t mind being the one they always hate. I’ll play my part, do my job, and hold my head up high with my Undisputed Title firmly around my waist. I just often wonder if it’ll always be this way.”
She smiles softly at him again. She clearly doesn’t know what to say to make him feel better, so she simply says nothing at all. She lays her head on his chest.
”They say that TJ is the most dangerous man in APW. Do I have reason to worry about you?”
Terry smirks and lets out a sigh.
”I doubt it. I’m smarter than most the people TJ has knocked out in the past, and I’m certainly better than ANYONE he’s ever stepped in the ring with. I’ll be fine.”
She passes him a glance that says she’s not so sure.
”If it makes you feel any better, you’ve been nothing but a hero to me.”
Terry chuckles and instantly her cheeks fill with blush. Her cliché’s and cheesy remarks actually make him feel a bit better. He kisses her forehead and looks out into the ocean. The wind blows again and he breaths it in.
”Feel that? That, my dear, is the winds of change. Tomorrow night is a new era. It’s a new season. Tomorrow night. Springtime for The Real Show hits full swing. I think it’s time I changed the role I play… ”
She looks up at him inquisitively but he just smiles as he looks on at the ocean contemplating something new. Things are about to change in APW… in ways they could never imagine.
You want to be the White Knight? Be it.
You want to paint me as the Black Knight? Do it.
I know this song and dance very well TJ, so I’m more than happy letting you lead. I’ve mentioned a thousand times how I’ll gladly accept the role of the tyrant, of the Evil wizard keeping the land captive. But be warned TJ… this story has already played out more times than I wish to talk about. And everytime ends the same.
The Saint, quidesencial good guy, donned his white armor and shiny shield and tried to slay the dragon. He failed. Superman Gates tried with all his powers and cunning. He tried to rise up against the forces of darkness….but ran into his kryptonite.
And along comes TJ… what in God’s name makes you think that some two bit hack like you with a one dimensional arsenal could do what your superiors couldn’t do? You’re a gimmicky fraud who has to puff out his chest and talk about being dangerous until the rest of our ears bleed just to make yourself feel even slightly important. But the fact of the matter is TJ, you don’t even think you’re all that do you? I can see it in your eyes. I can see it when you talk about your fluke victory over Jules. I can see it when you desperately try to defend your title reign with talk about all your GREAT victories.
Is it working TJ? Have you deceived yourself into believing you’re ready for this? Have you diluted your mind enough that you’re convinced you stand a chance against the greatest wrestler alive today? Let me tell you what I think TJ! I think you know you can’t beat me. I think you feel it in your bones, and somewhere in your soul you’re just preparing yourself for the inevitable. How you ask? Because you’ve spent a good amount of time reminding the world of just exactly who I am, a dirty underhanded little freak who must resort to roundabout tactics to get the job done. That sound about right?
I guess I can’t dispute that. But it’s kinda a bitch thing to do don’t you think TJ? I mean already getting your excuses ready is, as you ‘d put it, WEAK SAUCE! Even though you should feel no shame in losing to the GREATEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO WRESTLING, you’ve want to have that out in the back of your head, that thing that says… “You’re still the most dangerous man in APW because you really didn’t lose.”
Everybody finds that loophole. Everybody finds that little niche with me to make them feel a little better about themselves even though deep down they know it’s a lie!
I WIN!
That’s it, pure and simple I win. I do what I have to and I make NO APOLOGIES about it. And I’m sick and tired of holier than thou little pricks without the imagination and fortitude to put yourself out there like that and do what you have to trying to disparage all that I’ve done out of shear jealousy! MAN UP TJ! Quit being a little Nancy about the whole thing and just realize that I’m BETTER THAN YOU ARE. And when the smoke clears, I’ll walk away with the win and you’ll start making the excuses.
Well, I’m sorry to tell you this TJ, but you won’t have that luxury this time. You won’t have your little cop out. Cause this time I’m just going to beat you. I’m just going to flat out lay you in the middle of that ring and get the 1…2….3 fair and square with no ifs, ands, or buts.
I can see you laughing now, thinking there’s no way I can do it. There’s no way I can win without cheating. Now who’s underestimating who TJ? Now who’s the arrogant bastard already counting his victories?
A.C. Smith… Ask him how I manage to defeat a bigger, tougher man without lowering myself to my usual tactics. I was counted out then. I was laughed at. I had people screaming at me “JUST CHEAT.” But I fought through it. I got the victory. I WON!
No matter the odds TJ, I ALWAYS WIN!
April 12, 2012
That’s the last time I was beaten in APW. That’s the last time I was pinned or submitted. That’s the last time somebody looked me in the eye, one on one and put me down. It’s been almost a year TJ since I’ve known the bitter sting of defeat.
How could I possibly hold on that long?
How could I possibly keep that streak alive?
I already told you TJ, ITS WHAT I FUCKING DO! I win no matter what, no matter what the stakes are, or what the rules are, or who my opponent is. I win. It’s in my blood. It’s in my soul. I am a fucking WINNER! Charlie Sheen has got NOTHING on me!
Tomorrow Night when we walk into that arena in Montevideo and square off, the result will be the same as it always is. I will walk away from there with my hand held high. But I will walk away with something else TJ. Something of yours. I will walk away with your respect, sure, but I will take something else. I will take that tiny piece of your soul that tells you late at night that you CAN win, that you WILL win. I will take away that little piece of delusion that says you can beat anybody!
Cause it’s lying to you TJ.
You can’t beat me. You won’t beat me.
I’m not just another knockout victim. I’m GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING! I am the apex of APW and I am the king of Asylum, like it or not.
You’ve waited one year for this moment didn’t you TJ? You’ve waited and waited, biding your time and hoping for your chance. Well here it is! Here’s your time, your attempt to shut me up! Here’s your time to hoist the fans on your shoulders and carry them towards glory. They’ll follow you into the depths of hell TJ because they’re ignorant morons who let their biased feelings dictate who they deem heroic. And even after you let them down, they’ll still find a way to believe in you. You’ll still be their hero.
But that year long wait will be futile. You’ll look back on it and sob realizing that it was a waist. That when you got your shot, you waisted it. Cause you weren’t ready. You’ll NEVER be ready. You’re not me TJ, and your SOUUUULLL isn’t enough to topple the years and years of experience on top of the piles and piles of talent!
Tomorrow Night TJ, I shut you the fuck up once and for all.
Cause you might be Dangerous… but you’re no GOD.
You might be tough, but you’re no LEGEND.
And you may be Big… but you’re no ICON!
I can feel it TJ, I can feel the fire being lit under your ass. I can feel that blood boiling. I can feel your foot tightening up to shove in my mouth and shut me up. I can feel that TJ temper ablaze. And that’s all I need… that’s all I want! You’ll lose your calm. You’ll lose control. You’ll make a mistake, and I’ll be there.
I’m always there.
So you have two choices.
Prove me wrong!
OR
SHUT THE FUCK UP!
I think it will be the latter…
Prepare to have the SOUL of APW completely and utterly deflated along with their hopes and dreams!
Cause I’m ready!
It’s SHOWTIME!
So many shifting faults in the APW now a days, occasionally the big picture gets scattered and diluted. People forget that while many things may become altered, there are always permanent fixtures that will never be removed, will never be altered. They are like natures monuments on the horizon…forever present, always watching. They are persistent. They are everlasting. But that doesn’t mean they aren’t forgotten. That doesn’t mean they aren’t underappreciated. That doesn’t mean they aren’t overlooked. But they are to be respected. For they will be here LONG after you’re gone!
I am one such Icon.
I will never change.
I am permanent, as is my grip on the APW Undisputed Championship. Asylum has JUST as many up and coming fools looking to knock me off as Overdrive did. It will make no difference. And the underestimating of my talents and ability is just going to make this new era reign of dominance that much sweeter.
But then there are some things that NEVER change.
Some things you wish you could change!
It appears that I am still the villain. I am still the black dragon. I am still the devil. And that’s not what bothers me. I’ve long accepted my role as APW’s lightning rod of hate. But what I don’t like are the assumptions and accusations that come along with it.
I can’t win if I don’t cheat.
I’m not talented, just an opertunist.
I’m a fluke.
No matter what I do to prove myself, these same ignorant comments keep popping up. It doesn’t matter that it’s ludicrous to think that a lack of talent would have gotten me this far REGUARDLESS of my methods. And it’s just plain stupid to attempt to erase my wins. The fact of the matter is I won… I always win, one way or another. I always get the job done… one way or another.
But I guess that’s just the way things go.
People are jealous.
People are petty.
People can’t stand it when bad guy is on top.
But here I am… if you don’t like it, come and KNOCK ME OFF MY PERCH! Others have tried…others have failed.
I am HERE to stay… DEAL WITH IT!
Rio De Janeiro is about the closest to heaven that many of us will ever see. All along the beach walk a plethora of beautiful women dressed like there’s a clothing shortage. The wind blows through the air adding a chill to an otherwise warm Spring day.
Laying on the beach soaking up the atmosphere is the APW Undisputed Champion taking a break from his hard fought VIW Tag Team Title defense just yesterday. Terry smiles as his hand reaches down to embrace that of his companion…
But we don’t look at the usual sight we’ve grown used to next to Terry for the past couple months of Olivia Munn. Instead we see a fair skinned, light haired young woman wearing Sunglasses and laying out in a beautiful bikini with a permanent smile plastered on her face. This, is Maggie Kent.
WHO is Maggie Kent, you might ask. The story that follows that ambigious question would take more time to tell than we have. To sum up, she is a bubbly but shy Director of Social Media for a few wrestling promotions. But the important part of the news is that she’s Terry’s Girlfriend. Change is certainly contagious.
”What’s going on in that head of yours?”
She smiles, like she always does. Maggie is perennially cheerful.
”APW… Asylum… TJ”
Terry had no need and felt no reason to lie to her, or to try to deceive her. She is the one and ONLY person he can be absolutely and completely strait with.
”Do you wanna get out of here? You probably need to focus on your match… I don’t wanna make you lose or anything.”
So Innocent…. Terry smiles at her and sits up a bit.
”We’ll leave soon enough. No, I was just thinking about something he said. You know… to him, to everyone in APW, I am nothing more than the wicked bad guy at the end of a superhero film. I’m the evil King.”
She looks up at him with a soft smile.
”I don’t see that. Clearly they don’t know who you are…Not really. They only see what they want to believe.”
”But they have good reason to believe it. Truly, I don’t much care what they think of me, just leaves me wondering if this will always be my fate. I don’t mind playing their villain. I don’t mind being the one they always hate. I’ll play my part, do my job, and hold my head up high with my Undisputed Title firmly around my waist. I just often wonder if it’ll always be this way.”
She smiles softly at him again. She clearly doesn’t know what to say to make him feel better, so she simply says nothing at all. She lays her head on his chest.
”They say that TJ is the most dangerous man in APW. Do I have reason to worry about you?”
Terry smirks and lets out a sigh.
”I doubt it. I’m smarter than most the people TJ has knocked out in the past, and I’m certainly better than ANYONE he’s ever stepped in the ring with. I’ll be fine.”
She passes him a glance that says she’s not so sure.
”If it makes you feel any better, you’ve been nothing but a hero to me.”
Terry chuckles and instantly her cheeks fill with blush. Her cliché’s and cheesy remarks actually make him feel a bit better. He kisses her forehead and looks out into the ocean. The wind blows again and he breaths it in.
”Feel that? That, my dear, is the winds of change. Tomorrow night is a new era. It’s a new season. Tomorrow night. Springtime for The Real Show hits full swing. I think it’s time I changed the role I play… ”
She looks up at him inquisitively but he just smiles as he looks on at the ocean contemplating something new. Things are about to change in APW… in ways they could never imagine.
You want to be the White Knight? Be it.
You want to paint me as the Black Knight? Do it.
I know this song and dance very well TJ, so I’m more than happy letting you lead. I’ve mentioned a thousand times how I’ll gladly accept the role of the tyrant, of the Evil wizard keeping the land captive. But be warned TJ… this story has already played out more times than I wish to talk about. And everytime ends the same.
The Saint, quidesencial good guy, donned his white armor and shiny shield and tried to slay the dragon. He failed. Superman Gates tried with all his powers and cunning. He tried to rise up against the forces of darkness….but ran into his kryptonite.
And along comes TJ… what in God’s name makes you think that some two bit hack like you with a one dimensional arsenal could do what your superiors couldn’t do? You’re a gimmicky fraud who has to puff out his chest and talk about being dangerous until the rest of our ears bleed just to make yourself feel even slightly important. But the fact of the matter is TJ, you don’t even think you’re all that do you? I can see it in your eyes. I can see it when you talk about your fluke victory over Jules. I can see it when you desperately try to defend your title reign with talk about all your GREAT victories.
Is it working TJ? Have you deceived yourself into believing you’re ready for this? Have you diluted your mind enough that you’re convinced you stand a chance against the greatest wrestler alive today? Let me tell you what I think TJ! I think you know you can’t beat me. I think you feel it in your bones, and somewhere in your soul you’re just preparing yourself for the inevitable. How you ask? Because you’ve spent a good amount of time reminding the world of just exactly who I am, a dirty underhanded little freak who must resort to roundabout tactics to get the job done. That sound about right?
I guess I can’t dispute that. But it’s kinda a bitch thing to do don’t you think TJ? I mean already getting your excuses ready is, as you ‘d put it, WEAK SAUCE! Even though you should feel no shame in losing to the GREATEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO WRESTLING, you’ve want to have that out in the back of your head, that thing that says… “You’re still the most dangerous man in APW because you really didn’t lose.”
Everybody finds that loophole. Everybody finds that little niche with me to make them feel a little better about themselves even though deep down they know it’s a lie!
I WIN!
That’s it, pure and simple I win. I do what I have to and I make NO APOLOGIES about it. And I’m sick and tired of holier than thou little pricks without the imagination and fortitude to put yourself out there like that and do what you have to trying to disparage all that I’ve done out of shear jealousy! MAN UP TJ! Quit being a little Nancy about the whole thing and just realize that I’m BETTER THAN YOU ARE. And when the smoke clears, I’ll walk away with the win and you’ll start making the excuses.
Well, I’m sorry to tell you this TJ, but you won’t have that luxury this time. You won’t have your little cop out. Cause this time I’m just going to beat you. I’m just going to flat out lay you in the middle of that ring and get the 1…2….3 fair and square with no ifs, ands, or buts.
I can see you laughing now, thinking there’s no way I can do it. There’s no way I can win without cheating. Now who’s underestimating who TJ? Now who’s the arrogant bastard already counting his victories?
A.C. Smith… Ask him how I manage to defeat a bigger, tougher man without lowering myself to my usual tactics. I was counted out then. I was laughed at. I had people screaming at me “JUST CHEAT.” But I fought through it. I got the victory. I WON!
No matter the odds TJ, I ALWAYS WIN!
April 12, 2012
That’s the last time I was beaten in APW. That’s the last time I was pinned or submitted. That’s the last time somebody looked me in the eye, one on one and put me down. It’s been almost a year TJ since I’ve known the bitter sting of defeat.
How could I possibly hold on that long?
How could I possibly keep that streak alive?
I already told you TJ, ITS WHAT I FUCKING DO! I win no matter what, no matter what the stakes are, or what the rules are, or who my opponent is. I win. It’s in my blood. It’s in my soul. I am a fucking WINNER! Charlie Sheen has got NOTHING on me!
Tomorrow Night when we walk into that arena in Montevideo and square off, the result will be the same as it always is. I will walk away from there with my hand held high. But I will walk away with something else TJ. Something of yours. I will walk away with your respect, sure, but I will take something else. I will take that tiny piece of your soul that tells you late at night that you CAN win, that you WILL win. I will take away that little piece of delusion that says you can beat anybody!
Cause it’s lying to you TJ.
You can’t beat me. You won’t beat me.
I’m not just another knockout victim. I’m GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING! I am the apex of APW and I am the king of Asylum, like it or not.
You’ve waited one year for this moment didn’t you TJ? You’ve waited and waited, biding your time and hoping for your chance. Well here it is! Here’s your time, your attempt to shut me up! Here’s your time to hoist the fans on your shoulders and carry them towards glory. They’ll follow you into the depths of hell TJ because they’re ignorant morons who let their biased feelings dictate who they deem heroic. And even after you let them down, they’ll still find a way to believe in you. You’ll still be their hero.
But that year long wait will be futile. You’ll look back on it and sob realizing that it was a waist. That when you got your shot, you waisted it. Cause you weren’t ready. You’ll NEVER be ready. You’re not me TJ, and your SOUUUULLL isn’t enough to topple the years and years of experience on top of the piles and piles of talent!
Tomorrow Night TJ, I shut you the fuck up once and for all.
Cause you might be Dangerous… but you’re no GOD.
You might be tough, but you’re no LEGEND.
And you may be Big… but you’re no ICON!
I can feel it TJ, I can feel the fire being lit under your ass. I can feel that blood boiling. I can feel your foot tightening up to shove in my mouth and shut me up. I can feel that TJ temper ablaze. And that’s all I need… that’s all I want! You’ll lose your calm. You’ll lose control. You’ll make a mistake, and I’ll be there.
I’m always there.
So you have two choices.
Prove me wrong!
OR
SHUT THE FUCK UP!
I think it will be the latter…
Prepare to have the SOUL of APW completely and utterly deflated along with their hopes and dreams!
Cause I’m ready!
It’s SHOWTIME!
