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| Starting Fresh; SwitchBlade vs. Crowbar | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 3 2011, 02:14 AM (64 Views) | |
| SwitchBlade | Jun 3 2011, 02:14 AM Post #1 |
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(OOC #2: Nevermind. I didn't fuck up. I'm silly.) I turn on my laptop for the first time in forever. It had been so long since I last did one of these that the top of the laptop was covered with a light amount of dust that had been collecting over the months. I brushed off as much as I could before lifting the monitor up and entering my password. What was it again? Switchy14? Something like that. No, looks like it was a lowercase s. After a few moments the laptop is ready to go, and I turn on my attached webcam. I start up the program and make myself look presentable. Combed hair? Check. Lightly stained black V-neck shirt? Check. Throat cleared? Check. Luckily it didn’t take much to look presentable for the internet. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Finally, after a few seconds of lip smacking and neck cracking, I hit record and begin my first online promo in months. [Well, well, well, Warped fans…look what we’ve got here. According to the next show card I get to face a very familiar man in the semi final rounds. And not just any familiar man, oh no. This is the man who took my title away. A man who started my downfall, my road to ruin. The man who STOLE the one thing that was most precious to me in Warped. The man who became champion because of a loop hole that Joey enforced for some reason. The man who helped change my life for the worse and never even had the courtesy to respect me as both a wrestler and as a human being. The man who I’ve been wanting to get my hands on every since that day he took my title. Crowbar, the only other former world champion, is given to me in the match before the finals. [This is going to be sweet.] [Now before I verbally annihilate you, I’ll admit one thing; you were smart in winning the title the way you did. A younger, more arrogant SwitchBlade would have done the exact same thing. It was smart…but also disrespectful to the very belt you obtained. You see, the World Title isn’t just a shiny toy you collect in order to gain a large paycheck; it’s a symbol. It represents the best in the company, the man who can take on all challenges without fail. I was once proud to be the holder of this symbol, and I did so by winning legitimate matches against some of the toughest competitors out there. You? All you did was beat up an old man while he was down. When it’s all over, do you really want to look back at your history knowing that you won your first World Title through trickery? You’ve already screwed yourself over, Crowbar. Nobody took you seriously as champion. They saw you as a rat, a slimy weasel who wouldn’t admit that he had to cheat to win. Quite frankly, I’m glad that Korrupt is the champion now. At least HE had the decency to face me in a scheduled match that I was prepared for. Think about that for a minute, Crowbar. KORRUPT was more decent a man than you. How sad is that?] [I know what you’re thinking. You think that I’m all washed up now, that I won’t be the same SwitchBlade that dominated the ring months back. You think that the whole incident I had with Grundy messed with my hair and made me something completely different. Well…you’re partly right. Grundy DID change me. He made me something new, something I was scared of at first. I felt no pain, Crowbar. Not physically, but emotionally. I was cold as ice. I didn’t think about other people’s feelings for the longest time. I hated the world and all who inhabited it. Grundy made me hate the very thing that I loved. And it was a scary time in my life. I said and did things that I wasn’t proud of. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen to me. But you know what? I then had a match with one Sean Edmunds. Now he won’t realize it, nor will he care, but when he kicked my ass to Hell and back at the last show, he opened my eyes. The feeling of real, physical pain, and the emotions that the fans were bringing for support of me while I was down. I got the shit beat out of me Crowbar. If Sean hadn’t been disqualified I might have been beaten, or taken out of Warped entirely. But that beating taught me that life WAS precious. It taught me that I had to live my life moment to moment. I couldn’t think about the horrible past, and I can’t think about the unforeseeable future. If I live in the present when I wrestle, I’ll be able to face just about anyone with the familiar confidence I once possessed.] [There’s a lot of shady business going in here at Warped. A lot of crooked men are trying to get away with murder. They want to take the easy way out, the cheapest way to win. And while for the moment they may believe that they’re the bigger men, that they’re the runs who command the company, over time they’ll begin to find out the truth: they were only hurting themselves. Because it is the Warped fans, the ones who come to each and every show, who buy all the DVDs and merchandise, and the ones who stand at the backstage door waiting to get an autograph from their favorite wrestler, that know the truth. They understand who the real champions are. When they see SwitchBlade versus Crowbar, they know which side took the greater path to victory. You have not proven a thing, Crowbar. You have yet to understand what makes a champion. And the only way that it will be possible for you to be seen as one is if you somehow got lucky and defeated me in this match, and then through some miracle manage to win the whole tournament AND beat Korrupt for the title. That’s a tall order…one that I don’t think you can handle. But I want you to prove me wrong. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again; I WISH you people would prove me wrong once in awhile. But I don’t think you will. We shall see in time.] [So you may be asking yourself, “what the fuck does any of that have to do with our match?” Well I’ll tell you. It means that you, Crowbar, are going to face a focused, determined, motivated, and eager SwitchBlade. That’s right, just like Coka-Cola I’ve gone and brought back the Classic by popular demand! You folks wanted it, and you’re going to get it. I ain’t no mopey, down in the dumps SwitchBlade anymore. I can’t afford to be. You know why? Because I see a shiny gold belt, and it NEEDS to have my name on it once again. I’m not washed up, Crowbar. I’m ironed out, firmly pressed, and ready to seize the day! And the road of SwitchBlade 2.0 starts with you, my friend. How poetic. The newly reborn SwitchBlade starts things off by fighting the man who started the downfall.] [I’ll see you in the ring, pal.] I press the stop button. That was good enough, right? A bit more arrogant than I initially wanted to sound, but it must have lead a message to Crowbar and the nonbelievers. But could I live up to those big words of mine? “SwitchBlade 2.0” sounded rather cliché. Maybe I should edit that out. Maybe I should learn how videos are edited first. Knowing me I’d probably delete the whole thing. And maybe that would be for the best. None of this really needed to be said, especially the parts that will leave me with a foot in my mouth if I’m wrong. I’m uncertain about how this match will go. I got lucky with Edmunds. In all fairness he should have advanced instead of taking part in a secondary title match. But an “official” ruling made me move on. Not my skills, not my talents, but ruling from a third party. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach flap against my organs. That feeling of the unknown, of the uncertainty when going into a match. I haven’t felt that in a really love time. Maybe I really HAVE lost it. I get up from my seat, save my video, and turned the laptop off. I’ll upload it later today. I had other things on my mind. Specifically one thing. One thing that I had neglected for longer than I’d like to admit. I walk over to the phone, pick it up an dial a familiar number. After a few rings it picks up. I hear her sweet, innocent voice for the first time in months and I smile. Screw Grundy. I didn’t care about his rules anymore. This was what I wanted. This was what made me happy. He couldn’t take that from me. And Crowbar can’t take away my rights to wrestle if I can still perform. I’ll do both. I’ll prove them both wrong. And if I’m lucky, maybe I really will have another shiny gold belt in my future. I could hear her raising her voice to say hello. Finally, I answered. “Hello, Claire.” Edited by SwitchBlade, Jun 3 2011, 11:10 PM.
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