Post by Chaos Stryke on Apr 20, 2013 20:04:46 GMT -4
We open with a shot outside Estadio Defensores del Chaco, the site of APW Asylum this week. It’s currently late in the evening local time and there aren’t very may people around at all. The camera offers a brief panning shot, before the scene changes to a shot inside the arena. The ring and stage have already been set up for the show the following night and the camera takes in the view from the upper level. The scene fades out again and then opens again from the lowest level, from fairly close to the ringside area. The camera is currently focused on the ring.
This is where it takes place this week.
The camera turns away from the ring and sitting behind the camera in an aisle seat, we see Logan Alexander sitting there dressed like he’s ready to compete. He offers the camera a cool stare as he sits with his arms crossed over his chest.
This week… I’m trying to set things right. But… should that not be feasible, I should at least be seeking to get things moving back in a more positive direction for myself and hopefully for Aubrey as well. We’ve suffered some tough losses in the last four weeks. We’ve gone from being champions to just being people on the roster. We can’t even say we’re in ‘contention’ right now. For the time being, M&M have been banished from the Tag Team championship scene until after the next pay per view event… and since that decision is being left in the hands of Sienna Harrison, who knows when, or even if, we’ll be getting another opportunity. Aubrey has lost the Suicidal championship. It was an unfortunate turn of events two weeks ago that saw her lose that championship, and maybe she’ll be getting a rematch… but who knows. Return matches for championships don’t seem to be something that happen all that often here in APW. Aubrey may get a chance to correct last week’s mistake and win back the championship… but who knows for certain.
For me… on my own it seems that I’m in limbo at the moment. I’m just another cog in the Asylum machine at the moment, and I appear to be beyond the notice of the higher ups in this company that make all the decisions of who goes where in this company. This will be my fifth match as a member of the Asylum roster, yet I have no idea where I am or what I’m going to be angling for. When I showed up on Asylum, there were three unique prizes for me that I could have taken aim at: the Suicidal championship, the Tap Out or Knock Out or whatever it’s being called nowadays championship, and the World Heavyweight championship.
It was a given that I wouldn’t be competing for the World Heavyweight championship anywhere in the near future. I’m not my partner after all. Aubrey came onto Aslyum, had a shot at that championship, was cheated out of a championship victory by soon to be champion Phil Atkin, and that was it. I’m under no such delusion that I’ll ever be given such a gift. I’ve noticed that I’m never given anything and there are many more people that I would say are more deserving of that opportunity first. Now that the World Heavyweight Championship has switched brands and we have an Undisputed champion here instead, the same line of reasoning applies. That title is just not in the cards.
Perhaps the Tap Out title would have been in my future. That’s a style of wrestling I have pretty much dedicated my entire career to training and developing. Just look at the majority of my single matches here in APW. Perfect Chaos Theory has been the last thing that many of my opponents have endured before the match finally ended for them. I wouldn’t mind having a crack at the ‘Tap Out’ champion, if that is what he goes by here in APW. It’s hard to be sure since most of his matches don’t end by a submission interestingly enough. He supposedly never submits… which is something I would like to put to the test one day. I know there’s a gauntlet match for the next pay per view and it’s awaiting those interested in signing up. I’d be glad to be first in line, but why should I be going there for handouts? If I’m deserving of being a contender, I’d probably have been told by now.
I was surprised that I haven’t already been pressed into competition for the Suicidal championship. I was almost certain that someone would love to see Aubrey and I fight for a championship once again. After the travesty that happened the last time we faced off in competition one on one, I was pretty certain that I was going to steer clear of the championship so long as she held it. If I was going to become Suicidal champion, I didn’t want to do so at her expense. There would be better ways to do so assuming there were future opportunities. I now find myself wondering about those potential ‘future opportunities’ this week though. I face the new Suicidal champion… in a non-title match. What?
He stops speaking abruptly and looks over at the camera with a disbelieving expression on his face. He reaches up and scratches his head for a few moments, then lowers his hand again before clasping it together with his other hand.
That was pretty much the first thought that came to my mind when I saw the match for this week. I’ve got the new champion in a match, someone I’ve tallied a whole bunch of victories in a row against, but not a title match. Some would consider my line of thinking a ‘conspiracy theory’, but when it keeps happening under a succession of GM’s across different brands, is someone just supposed to accept that four different people all happen to share similar, if not identical, priorities? There comes a point when coincidence ceases to explain events.
Regardless, it’s essentially a given that there is nothing I’ll be able do about this directly. Instead, I’ll do what I always do, adapt to my circumstances. I now know I’ll never catch a break. I’ll get no freebies. I know that if I ever expect to earn anything here, I’ll have to work harder than anyone else around me does and even then I’ll only get the recognition if there are no favourites in the way. And I know that when I gain success once again, I know I’ll be watched and surrounded by those who want me to fail.
Yeah, that’s my own biased opinion. I’d love to hear something reasonable, but so long as people like the Dying Breed, Young Mannie, and Kaylyn Evans are being handed title matches, what else should I think other than I’m blacklisted despite a strong work ethic and a solid record in ring?
He turns away from the camera, looking off to the side. He looks tense and quite frustrated from his profile. His jaw is set, his eyes are focused on some point in the distance, and his eyebrows are angled downwards. His hands are clasped together before him, except for his index fingers, which are extended from his hands and tap against one another at random intervals. After a short time, he lowers those two fingers and interlaces them alongside the others. He then lets out a breath audibly.
So Evans… that brings me back to you because while everything else may be beyond my control, when it comes to what happens to you… that falls entirely within my sphere of influence this week. That’s something that should concern you greatly and I fully expect that you’ll be out there with some sort of backup plan or assistance for this week as well. Now you have something to defend, so I expect you to come out with something better than your standard fare. You don’t need to wonder if I’m going to be coming at you with something better than I have before. What you should worry about it whether you can raise yourself up to match it.
Right now, you remind me so very much of Jair Hopkins. He strolled into his match against me, presuming that he had the advantage and that things between Dying Breed and M&M were over. He had his victory at Rasslemania and had accomplished everything he’d wanted. He figured the story was done and all that was left was to write the epilogue where he trounced me brought the story to a close. It didn’t happen, did it though? Instead, Hopkins feasted on humble pie and got to choke down his presumed superiority. You’re a smart girl Evans. You should see the point I’m making here. But just in case, you’re strolling into this match thinking that something has changed between us that gives you the advantage. Something has changed… but you have no idea what that has done for your chances.
You feel that you’re ready to step things up and be a champion. I ready to step in against a champion though Evans. You happen to have the distinct displeasure of being said champion though. Hopefully you’ve watched footage and know what I can do in those matches where I face a champion. I’ve viciously attacked my own partner in such a match. She was still hurting a week later from what I did to her. Do you think for even a moment that you have taken me on at a level comparable to that? I’ve never needed to go that far with you Evans, but this week since you’ve got a strap around your waist, I’ll come at you with more than I have before.
He looks over towards the camera again, glaring at it intensely, like it was his opponent this week.
Going into this match, I have every right to be arrogant and overconfident. I’ve beaten you at every turn. I’ve taken everything you’ve thrown at me in matches. Yet every time we meet you tell me that this time will be different. You know something… you’re right this time. It’s going to be different, but not because you’re going to win. It’s different because I want this match and you don’t. It’s because I have a point to prove. For all of my doubters, I plan on showing that I deserve to be in championship competition. I beat a champion one-on-one last week and I plan to duplicate that result against this week. You and I are both looking to show we’re championship material. The difference is that I’ve been championship material and I did the job quite well. You’re still trying to prove that you’re a fit for that role. One win proves nothing Evans. Back it up with a few more and then you’ll have room to talk.
That’s why I’m not worried about you beating me Evans. You think I’m scared of you getting a win over me? Please. You beating me once wouldn’t bother me at all. I’ve suffered much worse losses. I’ve been on both sides of that situation. One loss doesn’t chance the overall situation, it just fools the person with the lone victory into thinking they’ve accomplished something when really the law of averages finally let them get that one break they’ve wanted. If you think a win against Aubrey has gotten you ready for me, you’re dreaming. You should know that better than anyone here. She’s intense and emotional. I’m cold, calculating, and ruthless. You beat the yin. Now here comes the yang… and I am coming in force.
He lifts one hand and proceeds to crack his knuckles before repeating the process with the other hand. He lowers his hands, grabbing hold of the seat before him and leans towards the camera.
You’ve seemingly cost M&M everything in recent months and now that you’ve done what you set out to accomplish you’re ready to get out of here, which is probably the smartest idea you’ve had in months. You’re done with us. You we’re going to send us to hell, and now that we’ve lost all our titles you think we’re there. This feels nothing like hell, Evans. In fact, I feel like I’ve been waiting a long time for this moment. You’ve cut us loose and you have no idea how much freedom we have at our disposal now. You’ve done your worst against us. Matches galore, sneak attacks, weapon assaults, spilling blood, breaking bones… All of those things have been done by you. We’re still here. The only thing you’ve done is run up a tab that you have no hope of ever wiping clean.
Now… the roles have been reversed Evans. I hope you’re looking forward to all that entails because I sure am. Come and show me that it’s your time. Prove to me that you’re a star. Display your skills and all that you’ve learned. You’ve been measured against me for months and we’ll see if you have improved since we first started. Bring me this reality check if you can. When this match is done, I will be standing tall over you at the end of the night.
He smiles at the camera, but there isn’t any humour or joy in his expression, only a simmering resentment in his eyes.
You think that things between you and M&M are done? You think my time has passed and I’m on a decline? You think my time defeating you, is over? Kaylyn… allow me to dispel your foolish notions. Since you started this whole affair back in November there was one simple truth that you obviously missed… It’s over when I say it’s over and not a moment sooner. You’ve had your fun for months. Now… it’s my turn. It starts tomorrow. I’ll see you then.
He pushes himself to his feet steps into the aisle and begins stalking his way up the stairs and out of the arena. The camera watches him then turns back towards the ring. It remains focused there as the scene fades to black.
This is where it takes place this week.
The camera turns away from the ring and sitting behind the camera in an aisle seat, we see Logan Alexander sitting there dressed like he’s ready to compete. He offers the camera a cool stare as he sits with his arms crossed over his chest.
This week… I’m trying to set things right. But… should that not be feasible, I should at least be seeking to get things moving back in a more positive direction for myself and hopefully for Aubrey as well. We’ve suffered some tough losses in the last four weeks. We’ve gone from being champions to just being people on the roster. We can’t even say we’re in ‘contention’ right now. For the time being, M&M have been banished from the Tag Team championship scene until after the next pay per view event… and since that decision is being left in the hands of Sienna Harrison, who knows when, or even if, we’ll be getting another opportunity. Aubrey has lost the Suicidal championship. It was an unfortunate turn of events two weeks ago that saw her lose that championship, and maybe she’ll be getting a rematch… but who knows. Return matches for championships don’t seem to be something that happen all that often here in APW. Aubrey may get a chance to correct last week’s mistake and win back the championship… but who knows for certain.
For me… on my own it seems that I’m in limbo at the moment. I’m just another cog in the Asylum machine at the moment, and I appear to be beyond the notice of the higher ups in this company that make all the decisions of who goes where in this company. This will be my fifth match as a member of the Asylum roster, yet I have no idea where I am or what I’m going to be angling for. When I showed up on Asylum, there were three unique prizes for me that I could have taken aim at: the Suicidal championship, the Tap Out or Knock Out or whatever it’s being called nowadays championship, and the World Heavyweight championship.
It was a given that I wouldn’t be competing for the World Heavyweight championship anywhere in the near future. I’m not my partner after all. Aubrey came onto Aslyum, had a shot at that championship, was cheated out of a championship victory by soon to be champion Phil Atkin, and that was it. I’m under no such delusion that I’ll ever be given such a gift. I’ve noticed that I’m never given anything and there are many more people that I would say are more deserving of that opportunity first. Now that the World Heavyweight Championship has switched brands and we have an Undisputed champion here instead, the same line of reasoning applies. That title is just not in the cards.
Perhaps the Tap Out title would have been in my future. That’s a style of wrestling I have pretty much dedicated my entire career to training and developing. Just look at the majority of my single matches here in APW. Perfect Chaos Theory has been the last thing that many of my opponents have endured before the match finally ended for them. I wouldn’t mind having a crack at the ‘Tap Out’ champion, if that is what he goes by here in APW. It’s hard to be sure since most of his matches don’t end by a submission interestingly enough. He supposedly never submits… which is something I would like to put to the test one day. I know there’s a gauntlet match for the next pay per view and it’s awaiting those interested in signing up. I’d be glad to be first in line, but why should I be going there for handouts? If I’m deserving of being a contender, I’d probably have been told by now.
I was surprised that I haven’t already been pressed into competition for the Suicidal championship. I was almost certain that someone would love to see Aubrey and I fight for a championship once again. After the travesty that happened the last time we faced off in competition one on one, I was pretty certain that I was going to steer clear of the championship so long as she held it. If I was going to become Suicidal champion, I didn’t want to do so at her expense. There would be better ways to do so assuming there were future opportunities. I now find myself wondering about those potential ‘future opportunities’ this week though. I face the new Suicidal champion… in a non-title match. What?
He stops speaking abruptly and looks over at the camera with a disbelieving expression on his face. He reaches up and scratches his head for a few moments, then lowers his hand again before clasping it together with his other hand.
That was pretty much the first thought that came to my mind when I saw the match for this week. I’ve got the new champion in a match, someone I’ve tallied a whole bunch of victories in a row against, but not a title match. Some would consider my line of thinking a ‘conspiracy theory’, but when it keeps happening under a succession of GM’s across different brands, is someone just supposed to accept that four different people all happen to share similar, if not identical, priorities? There comes a point when coincidence ceases to explain events.
Regardless, it’s essentially a given that there is nothing I’ll be able do about this directly. Instead, I’ll do what I always do, adapt to my circumstances. I now know I’ll never catch a break. I’ll get no freebies. I know that if I ever expect to earn anything here, I’ll have to work harder than anyone else around me does and even then I’ll only get the recognition if there are no favourites in the way. And I know that when I gain success once again, I know I’ll be watched and surrounded by those who want me to fail.
Yeah, that’s my own biased opinion. I’d love to hear something reasonable, but so long as people like the Dying Breed, Young Mannie, and Kaylyn Evans are being handed title matches, what else should I think other than I’m blacklisted despite a strong work ethic and a solid record in ring?
He turns away from the camera, looking off to the side. He looks tense and quite frustrated from his profile. His jaw is set, his eyes are focused on some point in the distance, and his eyebrows are angled downwards. His hands are clasped together before him, except for his index fingers, which are extended from his hands and tap against one another at random intervals. After a short time, he lowers those two fingers and interlaces them alongside the others. He then lets out a breath audibly.
So Evans… that brings me back to you because while everything else may be beyond my control, when it comes to what happens to you… that falls entirely within my sphere of influence this week. That’s something that should concern you greatly and I fully expect that you’ll be out there with some sort of backup plan or assistance for this week as well. Now you have something to defend, so I expect you to come out with something better than your standard fare. You don’t need to wonder if I’m going to be coming at you with something better than I have before. What you should worry about it whether you can raise yourself up to match it.
Right now, you remind me so very much of Jair Hopkins. He strolled into his match against me, presuming that he had the advantage and that things between Dying Breed and M&M were over. He had his victory at Rasslemania and had accomplished everything he’d wanted. He figured the story was done and all that was left was to write the epilogue where he trounced me brought the story to a close. It didn’t happen, did it though? Instead, Hopkins feasted on humble pie and got to choke down his presumed superiority. You’re a smart girl Evans. You should see the point I’m making here. But just in case, you’re strolling into this match thinking that something has changed between us that gives you the advantage. Something has changed… but you have no idea what that has done for your chances.
You feel that you’re ready to step things up and be a champion. I ready to step in against a champion though Evans. You happen to have the distinct displeasure of being said champion though. Hopefully you’ve watched footage and know what I can do in those matches where I face a champion. I’ve viciously attacked my own partner in such a match. She was still hurting a week later from what I did to her. Do you think for even a moment that you have taken me on at a level comparable to that? I’ve never needed to go that far with you Evans, but this week since you’ve got a strap around your waist, I’ll come at you with more than I have before.
He looks over towards the camera again, glaring at it intensely, like it was his opponent this week.
Going into this match, I have every right to be arrogant and overconfident. I’ve beaten you at every turn. I’ve taken everything you’ve thrown at me in matches. Yet every time we meet you tell me that this time will be different. You know something… you’re right this time. It’s going to be different, but not because you’re going to win. It’s different because I want this match and you don’t. It’s because I have a point to prove. For all of my doubters, I plan on showing that I deserve to be in championship competition. I beat a champion one-on-one last week and I plan to duplicate that result against this week. You and I are both looking to show we’re championship material. The difference is that I’ve been championship material and I did the job quite well. You’re still trying to prove that you’re a fit for that role. One win proves nothing Evans. Back it up with a few more and then you’ll have room to talk.
That’s why I’m not worried about you beating me Evans. You think I’m scared of you getting a win over me? Please. You beating me once wouldn’t bother me at all. I’ve suffered much worse losses. I’ve been on both sides of that situation. One loss doesn’t chance the overall situation, it just fools the person with the lone victory into thinking they’ve accomplished something when really the law of averages finally let them get that one break they’ve wanted. If you think a win against Aubrey has gotten you ready for me, you’re dreaming. You should know that better than anyone here. She’s intense and emotional. I’m cold, calculating, and ruthless. You beat the yin. Now here comes the yang… and I am coming in force.
He lifts one hand and proceeds to crack his knuckles before repeating the process with the other hand. He lowers his hands, grabbing hold of the seat before him and leans towards the camera.
You’ve seemingly cost M&M everything in recent months and now that you’ve done what you set out to accomplish you’re ready to get out of here, which is probably the smartest idea you’ve had in months. You’re done with us. You we’re going to send us to hell, and now that we’ve lost all our titles you think we’re there. This feels nothing like hell, Evans. In fact, I feel like I’ve been waiting a long time for this moment. You’ve cut us loose and you have no idea how much freedom we have at our disposal now. You’ve done your worst against us. Matches galore, sneak attacks, weapon assaults, spilling blood, breaking bones… All of those things have been done by you. We’re still here. The only thing you’ve done is run up a tab that you have no hope of ever wiping clean.
Now… the roles have been reversed Evans. I hope you’re looking forward to all that entails because I sure am. Come and show me that it’s your time. Prove to me that you’re a star. Display your skills and all that you’ve learned. You’ve been measured against me for months and we’ll see if you have improved since we first started. Bring me this reality check if you can. When this match is done, I will be standing tall over you at the end of the night.
He smiles at the camera, but there isn’t any humour or joy in his expression, only a simmering resentment in his eyes.
You think that things between you and M&M are done? You think my time has passed and I’m on a decline? You think my time defeating you, is over? Kaylyn… allow me to dispel your foolish notions. Since you started this whole affair back in November there was one simple truth that you obviously missed… It’s over when I say it’s over and not a moment sooner. You’ve had your fun for months. Now… it’s my turn. It starts tomorrow. I’ll see you then.
He pushes himself to his feet steps into the aisle and begins stalking his way up the stairs and out of the arena. The camera watches him then turns back towards the ring. It remains focused there as the scene fades to black.
