Post by Chaos Stryke on May 19, 2013 21:05:22 GMT -4
Sunday, May 19, 2:00 PM
The clock’s run down on my preparations… No time for a video so it’s just words today.
Under pressure… I thought those words described the match I’m taking part in at Mayhem. I’m facing three gifted competitors and one annoyingly loud and undistinguished little kid, who believes he can hang with real competition, in a championship gauntlet. I’ve already addressed that match adequately, but it’s the precursor to the events of the following night. Another Meltdown Supershow has been arranged and booked, so twenty four hours after I give everything I have in the pursuit of championship gold, I’ll have to do it all again for stakes that are even higher and a prize that is even richer.
M&M versus the Dying Breed, round four for the Tag Team championships one last time. This’ll be the final time the four of us meet for the championship in this arrangement, because for one team, this’ll be their last moment in the spotlight. The losers will be removed from the championship scene from that day forward. Effectively, the team of Anthony Bailey and Jair Hopkins or the team of Logan Alexander and Aubrey Parker will die at the end of the night after a match that serves as the coup de grace of our five month battle for dominance.
I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve never been willing to sign away a piece of my career… my life… ever before. But that’s what hangs in the balance of this match on Monday night. I’m risking everything I’ve held dear to me since I arrived in APW on one shot. I came to this company to chase a dream alongside my partner. We wanted to compete together as a team and become the best there is. I wanted to help my partner, to be there for her, regardless of whatever she did here. I wanted her to become a star. I wanted her to reach the top. I wanted her to accomplish all that she desired.
And for months all I’ve heard is how I’m following her around, staying in her shadow, living off her stardom. Others tell me that she’s a danger, using me, and setting me up for a fall. I’ve heard it all, took it all in, and discarded all of it because it doesn’t matter. All that ever mattered was doing what I set out to do nine months ago, and most people just don’t get that. Most people only give a damn about themselves and how to use others for their own benefit.
I could be a huge star on my own if I wanted to be. I’ve been a star competing on my own in APW, which is something most people choose to ignore. I’ve done all of that and never once have I considered breaking ties with Aubrey. We don’t hold one another back. Even when we’ve had to fight against one another, we’ve always emerged stronger afterwards. I’ve watched my partner go to pieces and I helped her pull herself together again. I’ve stayed right beside her as she’s grown and evolved over the short time we’ve been here. People may hate what she’s become, but those are her choices to make.
When adversity stands before us, we rise to meet it. We’ve faced everything that has been thrown our way and we’ve overcome it all. We’re still here, still united while others have come and gone, joined and fractured. We’ve been the only constant and we plan to remain so for a long time to come. In order to do that we’re going to survive beyond Monday evening and continue to thrive. There is no other alternative for us. We’ve put our lives on the line and regardless of how we feel, we’re going to fight with everything we have to hold onto it.
I’m actually scared about this match.
It sounds crazy, but it’s true for me. I’m walking a tightrope right now and struggling to hold my balance, trying and keep Aubrey and I from faltering. A short distance ahead is our goal, our dream, the one we’ve been chasing since we arrived in APW. The Tag Team championships hang ever so close before us… but we’re on this tight rope and there’s a yawning emptiness below us both. If we fail on Monday night… nothingness is all that awaits us. M&M will effectively be finished. We’ll still be a team, but with what purpose? We’d be out of competition for the titles… we’d be a useless fixture. One of the greatest teams here in APW… reduced to that. That’s what scares me…
I’m sure some people think that’s a stupid sentiment. I could go and pick another tag team partner and try again, by why the heck would I ever want to do that? You see plenty of that already. Tag teams are formed and broken on a short basis. People searching for a quick route to glory, grab the first person they can find, then turn on them the moment things go badly. I’m not one of those people. I’m not here to cast aside my partner if things go wrong. I’m here to stand by her through thick and thin so that we can overcome all obstacles and reach the pinnacle together.
But that thought… what if it ends Monday? What if we do our best, but it turns out to not be enough? I don’t want to contemplate that question… but I can’t help but keep coming back to it.
My partner is coming into this match as walking wounded. A broken rib… maybe more since she’s going to have to go through a triple threat Suicidal championship match the night before. Evans will re-injure her without a second thought. She’s done it before and she’d do it again. Much like our opponents for the Supershow, she has no morals or scruples. I’ll be entering this match after giving everything I had in the Knockout gauntlet. I don’t know what my condition will be after that, either as the winner or one of the losers. Having four people trying to knock you out is going to leave its marks. So as challengers we’re both going to be coming in less than our best after that outing the night before.
Looking across to the champions, Bailey’s going to endure his own personal war with Kash at Mayhem. So it’s quite possible that he’ll be in as bad shape as us. So this match may hinge on the appearance of Hopkins. He may be going through his own personal hell, or he might be at the gym getting himself into phenomenal shape. I don’t know what his condition is going to be, but unlike everyone else he’s got the previous night off. So the champs have the edge.
Then we’re going to have some random stipulation voted in by the fans… and I can be pretty sure that whatever they pick it’s going to be senselessly violent, which doesn’t bode well for my partner. I can already hear the response to that one. ‘But Dying Breed won the tag titles at Rasslemania while Hopkins had injured ribs.’ First off, we only fought in a weapons free wrestling match, second, there was another team in the mix, and third, that’s where the morals and scruples issue comes into play. Hopkins’ told us on many occasions that he’ll hurt Aubrey at his first opportunity and he’s tried. Bailey showed a few weeks back on Meltdown that there’s no line he won’t cross. He’s attacked me from behind and tried to strike Aubrey with a chair. The ‘hero’ tried to assault an unarmed woman with a weapon. The only reason they haven’t succeeded is because I’ve intervened. I didn’t cross that line at Rasslemania though, when I could have broken Hopkins there and had him carted off on a stretcher. I’m not a monster, even when I fight them.
But look at Hopkins. He’s grown more violent and more unstable as time has gone on. He’s still obsessed with breaking my partner because she’s been better than him. Then a few weeks ago, he was found after an apparent medication overdose. If he did that himself, I have to wonder if his tendencies have become self-destructive. Now I have to set foot in the ring with this man… gods do you have any idea how insane that sounds? He could have died but here he is stepping into a ring a few weeks later. Am I the only one in this match who finds that appalling?
Seriously Hopkins, you shouldn’t be anywhere near a wrestling ring for the foreseeable future, champion or not. You need to go sit down and surround yourself with family and friends and get your head screwed on straight, because you have a serious problem. If you think wrestling is more important and you do show up for this match, I’m going to do what your Dying Breed companions don’t have the heart and courage to do. I’m going to put you down and keep you down so that you can get your priorities and yourself fixed. I’ll tear away your responsibilities to APW so that you will face the real problems you have in your life.
The Tag Team championships are not a burden you can handle now. I’m going to take away your dream so that you can regain your life.
Bailey… I don’t know what to think about you anymore.
I look at the Dying Breed, this group you’ve built around yourself… and I see all of you rotting away and growing more corrupt as time passes. Every week that passes sees you growing more like the enemies you claim to revile. You embrace their violent nature, their habits and mannerisms. You become more like them all in the name of the ‘good fight’ you think you’re waging. Corruption. You don’t even notice it in yourself, but that’s how it works. You even address me like I was part of Foul Play or a Terry Marvin, painting me as a villain to suit your own needs though I have done nothing to warrant it. Much like how Kash gave you ‘respect’ you do the same to me… all because I’m not like you. I’ve been the hero you pretended to be. Uncompromising my values and morals while you impudently cross every line placed before you.
You wished to give back to others in this business and created the Dying Breed. I’ve seen Williams growing arrogant and self-obsessed under your guidance, disrespecting others, proclaiming superiority, turning his back on former friends. You really are teaching him all you know. If only that was a good thing. Your tag partner is destroying himself, and for what? You wage your own personal wars and drag them through it regardless of what it costs them.
I’d save you if I could, but I know you’d fight with all you had against me. I have one course of action available to me. The Dying Breed is hell bent on destroying itself a piece at a time. I have to save M&M from your madness and not have us destroyed as well. Perhaps released from the trappings of imagined glory around your waists, some semblance of rationality and reason can reassert itself before you’re beyond the point of redemption. I doubt you’ll ever listen to my words. I’m your enemy now. I once respected both of you and I’m dismayed to see how far you’ve allowed yourselves to fall. On Monday night, I seek to end this chapter of your unfortunate story. A promise cannot be broken from without, but the empty promise that you’ve become will simply crumble away.
I don’t know what you two are fighting for, but I’m fighting for my life on Monday and I’ll give everything to save it… for myself and especially for Aubrey… and maybe even for you.
The clock’s run down on my preparations… No time for a video so it’s just words today.
Under pressure… I thought those words described the match I’m taking part in at Mayhem. I’m facing three gifted competitors and one annoyingly loud and undistinguished little kid, who believes he can hang with real competition, in a championship gauntlet. I’ve already addressed that match adequately, but it’s the precursor to the events of the following night. Another Meltdown Supershow has been arranged and booked, so twenty four hours after I give everything I have in the pursuit of championship gold, I’ll have to do it all again for stakes that are even higher and a prize that is even richer.
M&M versus the Dying Breed, round four for the Tag Team championships one last time. This’ll be the final time the four of us meet for the championship in this arrangement, because for one team, this’ll be their last moment in the spotlight. The losers will be removed from the championship scene from that day forward. Effectively, the team of Anthony Bailey and Jair Hopkins or the team of Logan Alexander and Aubrey Parker will die at the end of the night after a match that serves as the coup de grace of our five month battle for dominance.
I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve never been willing to sign away a piece of my career… my life… ever before. But that’s what hangs in the balance of this match on Monday night. I’m risking everything I’ve held dear to me since I arrived in APW on one shot. I came to this company to chase a dream alongside my partner. We wanted to compete together as a team and become the best there is. I wanted to help my partner, to be there for her, regardless of whatever she did here. I wanted her to become a star. I wanted her to reach the top. I wanted her to accomplish all that she desired.
And for months all I’ve heard is how I’m following her around, staying in her shadow, living off her stardom. Others tell me that she’s a danger, using me, and setting me up for a fall. I’ve heard it all, took it all in, and discarded all of it because it doesn’t matter. All that ever mattered was doing what I set out to do nine months ago, and most people just don’t get that. Most people only give a damn about themselves and how to use others for their own benefit.
I could be a huge star on my own if I wanted to be. I’ve been a star competing on my own in APW, which is something most people choose to ignore. I’ve done all of that and never once have I considered breaking ties with Aubrey. We don’t hold one another back. Even when we’ve had to fight against one another, we’ve always emerged stronger afterwards. I’ve watched my partner go to pieces and I helped her pull herself together again. I’ve stayed right beside her as she’s grown and evolved over the short time we’ve been here. People may hate what she’s become, but those are her choices to make.
When adversity stands before us, we rise to meet it. We’ve faced everything that has been thrown our way and we’ve overcome it all. We’re still here, still united while others have come and gone, joined and fractured. We’ve been the only constant and we plan to remain so for a long time to come. In order to do that we’re going to survive beyond Monday evening and continue to thrive. There is no other alternative for us. We’ve put our lives on the line and regardless of how we feel, we’re going to fight with everything we have to hold onto it.
I’m actually scared about this match.
It sounds crazy, but it’s true for me. I’m walking a tightrope right now and struggling to hold my balance, trying and keep Aubrey and I from faltering. A short distance ahead is our goal, our dream, the one we’ve been chasing since we arrived in APW. The Tag Team championships hang ever so close before us… but we’re on this tight rope and there’s a yawning emptiness below us both. If we fail on Monday night… nothingness is all that awaits us. M&M will effectively be finished. We’ll still be a team, but with what purpose? We’d be out of competition for the titles… we’d be a useless fixture. One of the greatest teams here in APW… reduced to that. That’s what scares me…
I’m sure some people think that’s a stupid sentiment. I could go and pick another tag team partner and try again, by why the heck would I ever want to do that? You see plenty of that already. Tag teams are formed and broken on a short basis. People searching for a quick route to glory, grab the first person they can find, then turn on them the moment things go badly. I’m not one of those people. I’m not here to cast aside my partner if things go wrong. I’m here to stand by her through thick and thin so that we can overcome all obstacles and reach the pinnacle together.
But that thought… what if it ends Monday? What if we do our best, but it turns out to not be enough? I don’t want to contemplate that question… but I can’t help but keep coming back to it.
My partner is coming into this match as walking wounded. A broken rib… maybe more since she’s going to have to go through a triple threat Suicidal championship match the night before. Evans will re-injure her without a second thought. She’s done it before and she’d do it again. Much like our opponents for the Supershow, she has no morals or scruples. I’ll be entering this match after giving everything I had in the Knockout gauntlet. I don’t know what my condition will be after that, either as the winner or one of the losers. Having four people trying to knock you out is going to leave its marks. So as challengers we’re both going to be coming in less than our best after that outing the night before.
Looking across to the champions, Bailey’s going to endure his own personal war with Kash at Mayhem. So it’s quite possible that he’ll be in as bad shape as us. So this match may hinge on the appearance of Hopkins. He may be going through his own personal hell, or he might be at the gym getting himself into phenomenal shape. I don’t know what his condition is going to be, but unlike everyone else he’s got the previous night off. So the champs have the edge.
Then we’re going to have some random stipulation voted in by the fans… and I can be pretty sure that whatever they pick it’s going to be senselessly violent, which doesn’t bode well for my partner. I can already hear the response to that one. ‘But Dying Breed won the tag titles at Rasslemania while Hopkins had injured ribs.’ First off, we only fought in a weapons free wrestling match, second, there was another team in the mix, and third, that’s where the morals and scruples issue comes into play. Hopkins’ told us on many occasions that he’ll hurt Aubrey at his first opportunity and he’s tried. Bailey showed a few weeks back on Meltdown that there’s no line he won’t cross. He’s attacked me from behind and tried to strike Aubrey with a chair. The ‘hero’ tried to assault an unarmed woman with a weapon. The only reason they haven’t succeeded is because I’ve intervened. I didn’t cross that line at Rasslemania though, when I could have broken Hopkins there and had him carted off on a stretcher. I’m not a monster, even when I fight them.
But look at Hopkins. He’s grown more violent and more unstable as time has gone on. He’s still obsessed with breaking my partner because she’s been better than him. Then a few weeks ago, he was found after an apparent medication overdose. If he did that himself, I have to wonder if his tendencies have become self-destructive. Now I have to set foot in the ring with this man… gods do you have any idea how insane that sounds? He could have died but here he is stepping into a ring a few weeks later. Am I the only one in this match who finds that appalling?
Seriously Hopkins, you shouldn’t be anywhere near a wrestling ring for the foreseeable future, champion or not. You need to go sit down and surround yourself with family and friends and get your head screwed on straight, because you have a serious problem. If you think wrestling is more important and you do show up for this match, I’m going to do what your Dying Breed companions don’t have the heart and courage to do. I’m going to put you down and keep you down so that you can get your priorities and yourself fixed. I’ll tear away your responsibilities to APW so that you will face the real problems you have in your life.
The Tag Team championships are not a burden you can handle now. I’m going to take away your dream so that you can regain your life.
Bailey… I don’t know what to think about you anymore.
I look at the Dying Breed, this group you’ve built around yourself… and I see all of you rotting away and growing more corrupt as time passes. Every week that passes sees you growing more like the enemies you claim to revile. You embrace their violent nature, their habits and mannerisms. You become more like them all in the name of the ‘good fight’ you think you’re waging. Corruption. You don’t even notice it in yourself, but that’s how it works. You even address me like I was part of Foul Play or a Terry Marvin, painting me as a villain to suit your own needs though I have done nothing to warrant it. Much like how Kash gave you ‘respect’ you do the same to me… all because I’m not like you. I’ve been the hero you pretended to be. Uncompromising my values and morals while you impudently cross every line placed before you.
You wished to give back to others in this business and created the Dying Breed. I’ve seen Williams growing arrogant and self-obsessed under your guidance, disrespecting others, proclaiming superiority, turning his back on former friends. You really are teaching him all you know. If only that was a good thing. Your tag partner is destroying himself, and for what? You wage your own personal wars and drag them through it regardless of what it costs them.
I’d save you if I could, but I know you’d fight with all you had against me. I have one course of action available to me. The Dying Breed is hell bent on destroying itself a piece at a time. I have to save M&M from your madness and not have us destroyed as well. Perhaps released from the trappings of imagined glory around your waists, some semblance of rationality and reason can reassert itself before you’re beyond the point of redemption. I doubt you’ll ever listen to my words. I’m your enemy now. I once respected both of you and I’m dismayed to see how far you’ve allowed yourselves to fall. On Monday night, I seek to end this chapter of your unfortunate story. A promise cannot be broken from without, but the empty promise that you’ve become will simply crumble away.
I don’t know what you two are fighting for, but I’m fighting for my life on Monday and I’ll give everything to save it… for myself and especially for Aubrey… and maybe even for you.
