Post by Mr. PerpetuaLynch Motion on Dec 16, 2015 22:09:16 GMT -5
From the desk of the Megalomaniac, Justin Tyme
They say money is the root of all evil and in that respect I am the
ing devil because I continue to get richer and, consequentially, more powerful. Not only am I the advocate for the current reigning and defending WFWF National Champion but I recently made a side wager that proved itself to be a rather lucrative investment. I bet a sizeable chunk of change on a recent contest for the WFWF International Championship, a match pitting the champion Samael Ahriman against an individual that I’ve had a healthy helping of history with, one Cameron Stone. The man is single handedly responsible for the end of my in ring career and the chronic pain that I live with every day. But it didn’t stop me from betting on him to win. It’s mainly some of a sick sort of “win-win” situation for me. If he lost then I would have got the pleasure of seeing everything he worked so hard towards end with a whimper as he fades into relative obscurity in this industry. And if he won then he served to expand my bank account. So the rich get richer and Cameron Stone attained a small modicum of glory as he prepares to wind down his career on his own terms. A man like me can respect that, it’s truly commendable.But it’s strange how lives tend to tangle together in a weird sort of six degrees of separation sort of way. Cameron Stone and I have had a well-documented past as I have already alluded to. But after all that, I am back in the WFWF to guide my protégé Lucas Crowe through the minefield as your WFWF National Champion. And since my return, we have recently drawn the ire of one Ante Whitner, the longest reigning WFWF National Champion in this organization’s history. A man who had recently disrespected my beast of a champion by looking right past the National Championship and indicating his desire for shot at the WFWF International Championship, a title once held by me many years ago and recently won by one Cameron Stone. And on and on we dance in circles.
And this is where I have the opportunity to win it all. Hit the jackpot if you will. In one fell swoop I can accomplish something greater than I have ever attained in my life. In preparing my monster Lucas Crowe for his match at Showtime I am preparing him to complete my life’s work. It will start with humbling Ante Whitner, reminding him of a crucial facet of this business and that is to never look too far into the future because you never know when a hungry
ing monster is going to blindside you and send you tumbling down as he climbs the mountain. And when Lucas defeats Mister Whitner he will have taken that next step in proving that the WFWF National Championship is the title to lust for in this business. He will crush the allure of the WFWF International Championship as he proves that Lucas Crowe is the champion to beat. And in doing that, it will take a chunk of pride from Cameron Stone. Cameron will realize that the championship he fought so hard to win as he prepared to wind down his career is third rate. Now that I think about it, I couldn’t think of a better way to get my revenge after all this time. Force his career to end with a whimper. It’s the least I could do after all he did for me. ==========================================================================================================
The Wreckers Part 3: Beast
I have been laser focused since I won this National Championship. I have never wanted anything in my life more than I desire to hold onto this title with a death grip and never let it go no matter who or what walks in front of me. I won this title in a Triple Threat match and I just defended it convincingly in yet another Triple Threat match. The truth is that I didn’t even need the interference from The Wreckers because the outcome would have been the same. I was going to demolish Joe Magnet and I was fully intending on tearing apart Zoe Schaefer in the middle of that ring. I’m an almost seven foot tall, three hundred plus pound
ing beast. Put anyone in my way and I will run right through them. Confidence is shooting through the roof right now. But the way the triple threat match went has put doubts in some people’s minds as to whether I can actually retain this championship on my own. This puts a damper on my plan to establish this championship as the most important title in this industry. So for that reason and without consulting Justin I have summoned The Wreckers to a warehouse around the corner from my home in Detroit where I have been hiding away to train since Curtain Call.I know I can rely on Speedwagon not to stooge this meeting off. Since the day I met him he gave me the distinct impression that he doesn’t trust Justin as far as he can throw him. I was slightly wearier of Steelheart tipping Tyme off to this meeting but it was a risk I had to take as I need to speak to just the two of them without the influence of Justin. Right on time (almost like clockwork) Reo and William walked in the door.
Geeze Luke, you’d think with that WFWF National Champ money plus all that Tyme money you could afford a less garbage hideout.
You can’t let money change you my man. This place feels like home to me.
Well no offence then dawg but never invite me over for Christmas dinner if you know what I’m saying.
Reo walks up to me and gives me a triple low-five. I look over to the ever steel faced William Steelheart and just give him an acknowledging nod before inviting them both to have a seat.
Alright boys I’m going to get straight to the point of why I invited you here.
Yeah, please do. I can feel all sense of self-respect melting away the longer I’m in this place. What a dump man.
… Anyways, the reason I asked you guys here is because I need to go over what I expect from you guys at Showtime.
Should not Mister Tyme be here for meeting of this kind?
I stared blankly for a few moments; the fact that Steelheart opened his mouth just sort of caught me off guard briefly. Also didn’t set my mind at ease that he might stooge this meeting off.
Look, I’m the WFWF National Champion not Tyme. Your pay checks may come from Justin but at the end of the day you are a tool that is to be utilized to make sure I stay WFWF National Champion, no?
Steelheart stared with a look vaguely resembling a lack of comprehension but he eventually nodded his head in agreement.
So in that respect I feel like I should be allowed to come up with a strategy that I feel would best suit me in the long run to ensure that I break Ante’s record.
Fair game champ. So what is your grand idea then?
I don’t want you guys to be anywhere near the ring for my match at Showtime against Ante.
Speedwagon and Steelheart both shoot each other a puzzled look. Reo goes to speak but I hold up my hand to stop him.
I don’t just want you guys to stay in the back; I need you guys to stay in the back. I need you to do this one favor for me. No matter what Justin tries to convince you to do you have to tell him “No”. I can’t have you guys interfere in this match because every time you guys interfere to help me retain this championship it throws in the face of everything I’m aiming to do with this championship.
Luke, the entire reason why this whole Wreckers deal is a thing is because JT doesn’t believe that you can beat Ante’s record on your own. He is convinced that you are going to need our help at certain points along the way and I’m certain that this match is probably one of those points where Justin is going to want us to be your contingency plan.
I won this championship in a triple threat match with no outside help whatsoever. I did that on my own. I did that because I am a monster. I am the best big man this business has right now, nobody can touch me.
And there isn’t a single person on this planet that is going to dispute that claim. But Luke it never hurts to have the deck stacked in your favor. It’s nice to have a plan B.
The more I rely on you guys to help me along this road though, the bigger the asterisk beside my name when I finally do pass Ante’s record as the longest reigning WFWF National Champion of all time.
Reo throws his hands in the air in disbelief but he has clearly resigned himself to the fact that he’s not going to change my mind.
Look, I’m not telling you that I don’t appreciate what you guys are here for. What I am saying is that I need you guys to let me handle this one match on my own. When I beat the longest reigning WFWF National Champion cleanly in the middle of that ring to retain this title, then there will be nothing that can stand in front of The Wreckers. Reo, look at me.
Reo stares into my eyes with a slight look of disbelief.
I need you to stand up to Justin on this one and tell him that I need to do this on my own.
Reo thinks for a moment but eventually nods in agreement. I’m startled though as William Steelheart jumps to his feet and throws his chair clear across the warehouse. I stand up too and he stares with a look of fury in his eyes.
This whole thing isn’t just for you stupid man. This Wrecker thing is going to help William Steelheart too. If that is your stupid idea then fine I’m going to tell Justin what an idiotic stupid man you are being and he will come down here and straighten you out.
I can’t help but smile. I had a feeling that Steelheart would be less likely to be on the same page as me. I point to the exit of the warehouse.
You are more than welcome to go tell Justin. I thought I could talk to you like men but I you’re going to run to daddy then I am more than willing to let Justin know that this is the way it’s going to go.
Steelheart stared me down for a little bit longer before turning on his heel and storming off. Reo lets out a sigh.
in’ Russians. Ah, I’ll catch you later champ. I’ll keep what you said in mind.Reo and I slap hands again as he turns and heads after Steelheart and I get back to working on my strikes on the heavy bag. It took about as long as I had expected to get a text from Justin requesting a meeting with me. I told him where he could find me.
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It seems like every match I have is “the most important match of my career” and trust me when I tell you I treat them all as such. But for some reason the sentiment really seems to be ringing true for this upcoming match with Ante Whitner. Some people are questioning whether I have bit off more than I can chew on this one. Ante, after all, held this title that I have around my waist longer than anyone else. He established himself as a main player in the WFWF because of what he accomplished when he held this title for seven months. I am going to establish myself as a main player in the WFWF because I am never letting go of this championship.
Justin Tyme would have you believe that I targeted you solely because it seemed like you forgot how important this championship is. You bypassed another shot at this title under the guise of “been there, done that” and you were on to bigger and better things. But you forgot that there is nothing and no one in the WFWF bigger than me right now and I am going to make sure that people recognizance there is nothing better than the National Championship. But that wasn’t the sole reason I targeted you Ante.
What is the best way for a person to make a name for themselves? It’s simply to beat or at the very least be competitive with the established stars. Since I arrived in the WFWF I have stood toe to toe with figurative giants of our industry. I took the fight to Penny Shannon in my second night as a professional wrestler. I stood on the opposite side of the WFWF Champion and no one batted an eye thinking I looked out of place. And that was my third match. I took this WFWF National Championship from Nikki Dean, a former two times WFWF National Champion in a triple threat match. To say that this has come naturally to me would be an understatement.
And so now that brings me to you, inarguably yet another one of the figurative giants of this industry stands in front of me. You held this title for one hundred and ninety-eight days. You established yourself as a true player here because of what you did with this and now I’m looking to do the same. How funny is it that I’m going to use you as a launching pad for my career?
After our encounter at Showtime we will go our separate paths. I have no problem believing that your star will continue to shine bright in the WFWF because this match is not about snuffing you out. It’s about proving that my star will burn brighter. So while you sit there and day dream about your path to the WFWF International Championship, pretending that I am just an inconvenience or a roadblock on your path to bigger and better things I want you to know that I will be living in reality. A reality that sees my stock rise as the most dominant WFWF National Champion this place has ever seen. And I will be showered with all the accolades that you feel should be coming your way. I will take everything from you, your momentum first and then your place in the record books.
The Wreckers Part 4: Butting Heads
As I was practicing my grappling with my Jiu-Jitsu coach I heard the door to the warehouse open. I didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was. Justin wasn’t in the mood to piss around as he strode straight into the ring and put himself between me and my Jiu-Jitsu coach. He looked none too pleased.
What the
are you doing Crowe?I shot Justin a sort of half smile. My level of confidence has risen to a point where I don’t respond well to his chastising me anymore.
Training. I got a big match coming up y’know.
Yeah I do know. So I want to know why you’re dicking around playing these stupid games when you have a career defining match in front of you. Where’s your head at?
Who’s dicking around? I’ve been in the ring grappling since the day after the triple threat match. Where have you been?
I have been at home cultivating a plan for Showtime. A plan which I understand you are hell bent on taking a giant crap all over.
Well I’m sorry JT but you’re not the one stepping into the ring defending this championship, I am. So you’ll have to forgive me if I feel like I should have a little bit of a say in how I want to defend the damn thing.
Justin runs his hand over his face, clearly trying to maintain his composure. It probably didn’t help to have a giant of a man standing in front of him with a condescending grin on his face but that’s role reversal for you.
Why are you refusing the help of The Wreckers in this match Lucas?
Because it’s counterintuitive to what we’re trying to accomplish if I have those guys helping me in every single match. A six foot ten, three hundred ten pound giant shouldn't need assistance when it comes to defending this championship. I don’t need it and I don’t want it.
Lucas… I formed The Wreckers with a purpose. The purpose is to make sure that we establish you as the end all be all, definitive greatest WFWF National Champion in the history of the company and I fear that you’re trying to throw in the face of that plan.
I will tell you what I told Reo. Let’s say that I beat Ante with the help of Speedwagon and Steelheart. What does that say about me? Six foot ten giant monster of a man Lucas Crowe needed the help of two goons to beat arguably the greatest WFWF National Champion of all time. If The Wreckers help me in this match it immediately stamps a big ol’ asterisk beside my name in the history book. There is no way anyone would be able to definitively say that I am the greatest National Champion of all time if I need help to beat Ante. I would be saddled with “one of” the greatest and that’s just not good enough for me.
Justin can’t even bring himself to look me in the eyes.
Justin, I’m not saying I don’t need The Wreckers. I’m saying for this one night I need to win this match on my own. I need to prove to myself that I can beat the best. Up to this point when I’ve been in the ring with the greatest I have come so close but fallen short except for the one time when it counted most. I need to beat Ante Whitner to prove to him, to you and to everyone that I am the new face of dominance in this company and that this WFWF National Championship is the most important title in this industry.
Justin was staring at the mat for a while before nodding his head in agreement. Without saying anything he climbed through the ropes and left the ring. He started to head towards the door but stopped. He slowly turned to look at me and he had his trademark slimy care salesman grin on his face.
Alright Lucas, I can appreciate your passion and I see how important it is to you to win this match on your own terms. But I am telling you right here, right now; you had better hope to God that you beat Ante Whitner at Showtime. And I don’t just mean beat him I mean destroy him. Embarrass him, humiliate him, wipe the floor with his carcass. I want you to tear him to shreds. I want you to rip his arms and legs off and beat him with them. I want you to go into that ring and decisively demolish Ante Whitner. Because if you come back through that curtain after your match with Ante without that WFWF National Championship over your shoulder after everything is said and done… Then I will personally see to it that The Wreckers do to you what you should have done to Ante. And after everything that we’ve been through these last few months... I would really hate to see it end that way.
Justin turned on his heel and walked out the door. I was left in the ring with nothing but my thoughts and the only thing I could think of was that Reo and Amy might be right, Justin Tyme might be a clinically unstable psychopathic megalomaniac. I’m not entirely sure how much longer I can stay under his tutelage. It might even be to the point where every day I spend with him actually inhibits my chances of establishing myself as the best National Champion in the company if he’s so willing to paint a target on my back at the drop of a hat. I’m certain in my abilities to beat Ante but this added mind
is definitely not something I need right now. I need to get back to training to get my mind off of everything.
