Post by Deleted on May 7, 2021 8:48:40 GMT -5
First impressions. Always a pain to make that first impression so perfect, always a pain to make that first impression impactful, and to do it right, you needed the right opponent. Hayden had his chances of first impressions before, but none fit the bill for the right one, especially for this match with Mad Dog Smith at Prestige Seventy. Of course, he valued his time as being precious, as would anyone with somewhat of an ego, and to waste his time with someone weak to his first showing was moderately foolish of management. Their large speech about how things will be ‘changing for the better’ seemed like fabled lies told by a man who cannot keep a hold of promises. As the opening camera shot fades into the penthouse home of The Ungovernable, we’ve found ourselves with Hayden as he looks out from his balcony window, down onto the streets of Canary Wharf with a scowling look on his face. Hayden wasn’t too pleased with whose name they pulled out of the hat for him that they can call an ‘opponent’. Hayden knew what was good and what was bad for him, and this wasn’t even passable as a strong debut that he wanted, it wasn’t close to his worth at all. Hayden soon turned his body around, taking a few steps forward as he passed by the large screen that projected the picture of Mad Dog Smith during his most recent match at Prestige Sixty-Nine against Tasmin Richards, his efforts in that match were… nothing but poor to say the least. Defeated within minutes is not something to be proud of, but of course, that’s every Mad Dog Smith match when you scroll through the archives that’s been dating back since 2017. Hayden stood there and looked up to the screen, keeping that same expression on his face as the frame soon fades to a picture of Tasmin Richards hitting her version of the Superman Punch on Smith to put out his lights for the night, a strong showing from the Around The Clock Champion, and a not so valiant effort from someone labelled ‘Miss XHF’. The Ungovernable let out a long, sharp sigh as he lowered his head. There was something about this match that just wasn’t sitting right with Hayden, maybe he expected more from AWF, or maybe he expected something better from them considering how much they can value their roster. That first impression is always one that lasts a lifetime, as the old saying went all those years ago, and Hayden’s been given good impressions before -- this is one he does not want to fuck up again, feeling as if it might be his last for a very long time. “The more that I look at this shot right here, the more I wonder how much time that this company values me at. With shit like this, I shouldn’t be worrying about my opponent, more so, I should be worrying about the people that told me to sign on the dotted line. Maybe someone like Horton doesn’t see the same as others, or maybe he’s as blind as his taste of words and accountability,” Hayden exclaimed. “But I understand the game plan, give the new guy someone weak and someone that they can easily beat, sure. If that’s what you’re going to be profiting my name off of then have at it, you won’t fuckin’ make it far with that strategy. I’m an easy going man, I don’t play hard to get, I ask and I receive, simple as that if you ask me. So I ask this one question, and this goes out to the entirety of the AWF management, because I need you to pay close attention.” “Where the fuck do I stand with the rest of your roster?” Not asking for much, just a simple question. If they really valued their roster so much, why put someone that’s been a strong force before, and almost defeated one of their main eventers on a global stage, with someone who’s been in and out of the company more times than Cardi B and Offset have broken off and gotten back together again. Maybe ‘it's really hard to have no wrestling’ after all. “Maybe I wasn’t clear when I asked for those to step up, because none of your champions had the fuckin’ balls to step up, and I understand that when we have a look at the Prestige Champion almost having a panic attack knowing he’d have to fight his best friend, ‘poor Adam’s gonna be so freaked out facing Betsy, we don’t know if he’ll contain himself’. That’s all you hear. Nobody of name worth to give me, not Erin Gordon or even Frankie Webb, nah- you’d rather feed him easy defenses for the Phoenix Championship now, won’t you? Xiaolong and Greg Adkins, such a fuckin’ joke.” Shaking his head in disapproval. “Mad Dog Smith. Quite frankly, I find you to be the watered down version of Greg Adkins or Keith Williams, and let’s be real here, sex jokes aren’t what makes success and seeing as the only moves I’ve ever watched you perform with success are quite literally a small package, I don’t know if you’re actually a wrestler or just some bum that was found on the side of the road.” “Your valiant efforts have been proven to be minimal, offering up the call of being the butt of every single joke being made around here in AWF and proving everyone with a good laugh, oh that Mad Dog is sure something, ain’t he?” That last line was done in a more mocking tone, kind of like the average wrestling fan when you think about it, since they seem so gullible to actually accept this shit. “It’s hard for anyone to take in that you are of worth around here, you’d rather parade yourself as some hero when all you’ve done realistically was create win columns in everyone’s match records. It’s not a recent thing either, because you’ve been here on numerous occasions and all you’ve done was once again be the butt-end of every joke there is possible. That’s the reputation that you carry around with yourself? I honestly shouldn’t be surprised considering you won a woman’s contest when you’re not even a woman yourself.” “But you hold that victory high over your head… and for what reason exactly? It’s the only damn thing you’ve won that’s accepted by others and their gullibility.” Hayden wasn’t wrong, there’s been plenty that have accepted that Mad Dog won that specific award and there’s a reason as to why everyone treats him like he’s a treasure, because of bullshit like this, because they’re so gullible to believe that this man can win something fairly. Hayden was crossed, rightfully so, he was walking into a match knowing that his opponent can’t wrestle and his only finish is a fucking roll up. Wouldn’t anyone else be pissed off knowing this? If they said no, they’re a liar. Anyone would be pissed off knowing they lost due to a small package roll-up. Doesn’t matter if they’re new to the sport or they’re a thirty-year veteran to the sport. “What’s your argument for any of this, Mad Dog? The argument of how legit you’ve won this contest or how legit you’ve won this Tragic Gaijin Kingdom championship shit- you know, the thing you created. That’s like if Anthony Caffrey one day just said, ‘fuck it, let me win my company’s World Championship’ and does it. That’s like saying if Jackson Steele just showed up and said, ‘yeah, let me win the Prestige Championship again’ and fucking did it. The list goes on and on and on, and yet again, I tell you that everyone’s so fuckin’ gullible that they’ll believe you were doing the right thing back then.” A deep sigh from Hayden. “Corruption doesn’t make you a legend like everyone has been calling you. Corruption doesn’t make you the best of the best that there is. That was in 2017, maybe even 2018, and nothing’s aged well. Not even Tragic Gaijin Kingdom has aged well. None of it has. Neither have you.” “I’ve watched so many that have come and gone from AWF so many times and they’ve made names for themselves. Former world champions, former X*Crown Champions, former Tag Team Champions, the list goes on and on, but you are the only thing that I’ve seen come and gone from not just here -- but the entire network as a whole -- and yet make a valuable name for themselves other than being the laughing stock, the comedic act, the fuckin’ joke that everyone loves.” A disgusted look on his face as he shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t get it either, you’re like that guy I faced in SWAT one time, that fuckin’... uh… Colin guy. Yeah, I’m sure the first name is all you need to know about him. He pranced around like some cartoon character that anyone could get behind but that was it really. That’s all he could do. He wasn’t any use to anyone else other than be the fall guy to everything there was. Much like you’ve been for the past four years.” “Four years is a long time, Smith. Four years is a very long time.” One thousand, three hundred and fifty two days to be precise- or three years, eight months and thirteen days to be even more precise. Almost four years and not a good thing to his name other than the most amount of times anyone’s left and came back to AWF? The Icons combined couldn’t even reach this number if you were to count them up compared to Mad Dog. “Four years, and you plan to make this run of yours the best one, try to make it a success. That’s how you’re going to do things? That’s how it’ll work out in the end? I don’t think so, see I’ve got plans of my own and I am going to fuckin’ execute upon the first chance I can get. I know what I can do and I know what I must do, because I don’t blow smoke up my ass and hope that people listen to these fictional stories of mine that I try to make real.” A slight chuckle comes from The Ungovernable and a grin follows. “I don’t need the backing of many to know what kind of legend I can be, I don’t need the backing of anyone to tell me what I can and cannot do. I didn’t need fake fans who believed in me because they felt bad about me, I didn’t need fuckin’ sympathy from anyone. I sure as fuck don’t need you to prove a name like mine, it’s already known, and it’s already proven.” “You’ll thank me for the performance, Smith. It’ll be the best match you’ve had in four years, and maybe they’ll feel bad for you when it happens, and give you something to help ease the pain of defeat. Maybe a lollipop or a sweet, they’ll help you out I’m sure.” That chuckle of his soon changes to a light-hearted laugh. “It’ll make you realise how many of us actually give a fuck about you. It’ll make you realise how many of those fans have been cheering for you out of pity, out of sympathy, and it’ll make you see how they truly feel about you, Smith. I hate to be the man that gets to put down the mad dog but they sadly fed you to the fuckin’ wolf and there’s nobody to blame but them, Smith.” “Because everyone has given you zero fucks for you, and it’ll remain that way for the test of time itself, it’s just about time you finally fuckin’ opened your eyes for once and saw the truth as it is told.” One final smile to the camera before ending the feed with- “The Ungovernable is finally home where he belongs.” Fade to black. |