You Will See Me (Bloodied Fox Rumble/Tag Titles RP#4)
Apr 16, 2020 16:48:38 GMT -5
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Post by bloodiedfox on Apr 16, 2020 16:48:38 GMT -5
Applause.
Specifically, the sound of one man clapping. Slowly. Sarcastically.
Bloodied Fox is laying on his couch, giving a solo ovation.
Thirty minutes.
I go out there and I face Kuroi, no holds barred. I fight this giant freak of a man all over the arena. I get smashed in the head with a fire extinguisher. I get German suplexed down a flight of concrete steps. I damn near get my larynx crushed. But I still win. I prove Kuroi wrong. I prove all the doubters wrong. I prove that I can back up every word I say. I show the world how much the values I stand for, that LGBTKO is supposed to stand for, mean to me and how much I'm willing to sacrifice to uphold them.
And thirty minutes later, it's all for nothing, because you two fucking idiots can't act like adults.
Slowly, painfully, he pulls himself into an upright seated position, turning to face the camera. He looks, to be blunt, like shit. There's a livid bruise across his throat, a large knot has formed on the right side of his temple, and it seems every visible body part has some kind of cut or abrasion present. He reaches to a nearby table, retrieving his vape and taking a hit. Eagle eyed viewers can spot that the empty vape fluid bottle next to it has a marijuana leaf on its label.
The start of 2020, LGBTKO was the biggest thing on the XHF Network; fast forward 4 months and it's the biggest joke. Whose fault is that? Well it sure as fuck isn't mine. Through all this I have given everything I have to hold this stable that I didn't create together. Through Bobby Barratt's betrayal, Legion's mind games, all the uncertainty about Ryan's loyalty, I was there, playing peacemaker and cheerleader, prioritising us over me. Even when I didn't have faith in myself, I had faith in us, because I knew that we were something more than the already considerable sum of our parts. I'm not a man given to faith, but god damn it, Seth, when you talked about what LGBTKO stood for, you made me believe! Now I look back and I ask myself, was it all a lie? Did you ever mean anything you said, or was it bullshit I was too stupid to see? Was all this just an excuse to stroke your ego by making like Andre and having a posse? Because fuck knows Rat Bastard isn't right about a lot of things, but god damn do you love being the centre of attention.
Maybe the authenticity of the beginning doesn't matter, because the right now is shitty enough. You have the utter gall to promo, for an event you aren't even in, mind you, claiming that I'm only relevant because of you. Let's cast our minds back to how I joined LGBTKO, shall we? You and Ryan were getting your arses kicked by Dylan Black in a shitty mask when I ran in to save the day. That was when you asked me to join up. Me, the AWF Phoenix Champion. I didn't beg for a handout, Seth. I didn't use a tag tournament partner pick to bring us together. I helped you, so you suggested we team up. I took your offer because I wanted to, not because I needed to. I already had a title, I was on my way upwards. Hell, it was after I joined LGBTKO that I lost the Phoenix title, and when that happened the only person who gave enough of a shit to come and console me was Bobby Barratt, chief backstabber himself. It's funny how I'm starting to see his side of things more and more now. At least with Jack Diamond he knows where he stands: not beside some prick who label the concern you've shown for him 'fake' when it suits him.
Oh and Ryan, don't think you're getting out of this without your fair share of my ire. Well done on self-fulfilling the prophecy that you'd go Judas on us for a Prestige title shot, you fucking chump. Who gives a shit that you've abandoned me to handle the XHF Tag Titles defence yet again, hey? Just so long as you get what you wanted! And when I say 'you', I obviously mean your girlfriend. Hope you get a prenup if you ever put a ring on it, because that girl's got gold-digger written all over her. Though on one level I can't blame her for thinking you're above this, because no-one's self-worth could withstand the idea they actually deserve to be stuck in a promo battle with Doctor Who's halfwit cousins, some rejected power rangers on a quest for a copyright infringement lawsuit, and a manchild and his pisshead brother who thinks getting me to comment on the hypocrisies regarding sexual minority representation in wrestling promos is some kind of Machiavellian masterstroke. And yet, unlike you, I did my fucking champion's duty and promoed against our challengers, taking time and focus away from my bid to win the XHF Rumble. You just showed up once, fondled your knee at Caffrey and Ratty, didn't mention the Ladder match, and even managed to forget I was in the Rumble, yammering on about how you were LGBTKO's only representative. Hell, I half-expected, and still do frankly, to have to try and win that ladder match on my own. Not that that would be too different from me having to do the lion's share of the work against The Saga and Team Fairtex, would it?
Fox finally takes a pause in his rant, taking another hit of his 'pain medication'. He fixes the camera steadily with a baleful, red eyed, gaze.
It's said that the best revenge is to live well. So hear this now, Seth, Ryan, because this will be my revenge for the fool you've made of me. I will surpass you both, in ever way, by every measure. I'm going to the Anzac Cup with Brendan, giving Bloody Zen Romance its grand debut, and we're gonna win that. Then I'm going on to the XHF Rumble, and I'm going to walk into that ladder match, and I'm going to retain my XHF Tag Team titles. Not with your aid, Ryan, but in spite of it. Then I will enter the Rumble match itself, and I will plant myself in the centre of the ring like a fucking tree beside the river of truth, and I will throw out every son and daughter of a bitch that steps between those ropes with me. I will win the X-Crown, and my reign as the Crimson King will surpass anything you did with those multitudes of belts, Seth. I will dominate this entire network, all in the name of smearing your faces in it, like the mangy mutts who shat on the carpet that you fucking are.
There is no us any more. There is only me.
You made me believe in an LGBTKO that never truly existed, so I will make it exist, and both of you can rot outside of it. I am LGBTKO. I don't know what either of you are, and you know what?
I don't fucking care.
Specifically, the sound of one man clapping. Slowly. Sarcastically.
Bloodied Fox is laying on his couch, giving a solo ovation.
Thirty minutes.
I go out there and I face Kuroi, no holds barred. I fight this giant freak of a man all over the arena. I get smashed in the head with a fire extinguisher. I get German suplexed down a flight of concrete steps. I damn near get my larynx crushed. But I still win. I prove Kuroi wrong. I prove all the doubters wrong. I prove that I can back up every word I say. I show the world how much the values I stand for, that LGBTKO is supposed to stand for, mean to me and how much I'm willing to sacrifice to uphold them.
And thirty minutes later, it's all for nothing, because you two fucking idiots can't act like adults.
Slowly, painfully, he pulls himself into an upright seated position, turning to face the camera. He looks, to be blunt, like shit. There's a livid bruise across his throat, a large knot has formed on the right side of his temple, and it seems every visible body part has some kind of cut or abrasion present. He reaches to a nearby table, retrieving his vape and taking a hit. Eagle eyed viewers can spot that the empty vape fluid bottle next to it has a marijuana leaf on its label.
The start of 2020, LGBTKO was the biggest thing on the XHF Network; fast forward 4 months and it's the biggest joke. Whose fault is that? Well it sure as fuck isn't mine. Through all this I have given everything I have to hold this stable that I didn't create together. Through Bobby Barratt's betrayal, Legion's mind games, all the uncertainty about Ryan's loyalty, I was there, playing peacemaker and cheerleader, prioritising us over me. Even when I didn't have faith in myself, I had faith in us, because I knew that we were something more than the already considerable sum of our parts. I'm not a man given to faith, but god damn it, Seth, when you talked about what LGBTKO stood for, you made me believe! Now I look back and I ask myself, was it all a lie? Did you ever mean anything you said, or was it bullshit I was too stupid to see? Was all this just an excuse to stroke your ego by making like Andre and having a posse? Because fuck knows Rat Bastard isn't right about a lot of things, but god damn do you love being the centre of attention.
Maybe the authenticity of the beginning doesn't matter, because the right now is shitty enough. You have the utter gall to promo, for an event you aren't even in, mind you, claiming that I'm only relevant because of you. Let's cast our minds back to how I joined LGBTKO, shall we? You and Ryan were getting your arses kicked by Dylan Black in a shitty mask when I ran in to save the day. That was when you asked me to join up. Me, the AWF Phoenix Champion. I didn't beg for a handout, Seth. I didn't use a tag tournament partner pick to bring us together. I helped you, so you suggested we team up. I took your offer because I wanted to, not because I needed to. I already had a title, I was on my way upwards. Hell, it was after I joined LGBTKO that I lost the Phoenix title, and when that happened the only person who gave enough of a shit to come and console me was Bobby Barratt, chief backstabber himself. It's funny how I'm starting to see his side of things more and more now. At least with Jack Diamond he knows where he stands: not beside some prick who label the concern you've shown for him 'fake' when it suits him.
Oh and Ryan, don't think you're getting out of this without your fair share of my ire. Well done on self-fulfilling the prophecy that you'd go Judas on us for a Prestige title shot, you fucking chump. Who gives a shit that you've abandoned me to handle the XHF Tag Titles defence yet again, hey? Just so long as you get what you wanted! And when I say 'you', I obviously mean your girlfriend. Hope you get a prenup if you ever put a ring on it, because that girl's got gold-digger written all over her. Though on one level I can't blame her for thinking you're above this, because no-one's self-worth could withstand the idea they actually deserve to be stuck in a promo battle with Doctor Who's halfwit cousins, some rejected power rangers on a quest for a copyright infringement lawsuit, and a manchild and his pisshead brother who thinks getting me to comment on the hypocrisies regarding sexual minority representation in wrestling promos is some kind of Machiavellian masterstroke. And yet, unlike you, I did my fucking champion's duty and promoed against our challengers, taking time and focus away from my bid to win the XHF Rumble. You just showed up once, fondled your knee at Caffrey and Ratty, didn't mention the Ladder match, and even managed to forget I was in the Rumble, yammering on about how you were LGBTKO's only representative. Hell, I half-expected, and still do frankly, to have to try and win that ladder match on my own. Not that that would be too different from me having to do the lion's share of the work against The Saga and Team Fairtex, would it?
Fox finally takes a pause in his rant, taking another hit of his 'pain medication'. He fixes the camera steadily with a baleful, red eyed, gaze.
It's said that the best revenge is to live well. So hear this now, Seth, Ryan, because this will be my revenge for the fool you've made of me. I will surpass you both, in ever way, by every measure. I'm going to the Anzac Cup with Brendan, giving Bloody Zen Romance its grand debut, and we're gonna win that. Then I'm going on to the XHF Rumble, and I'm going to walk into that ladder match, and I'm going to retain my XHF Tag Team titles. Not with your aid, Ryan, but in spite of it. Then I will enter the Rumble match itself, and I will plant myself in the centre of the ring like a fucking tree beside the river of truth, and I will throw out every son and daughter of a bitch that steps between those ropes with me. I will win the X-Crown, and my reign as the Crimson King will surpass anything you did with those multitudes of belts, Seth. I will dominate this entire network, all in the name of smearing your faces in it, like the mangy mutts who shat on the carpet that you fucking are.
There is no us any more. There is only me.
You made me believe in an LGBTKO that never truly existed, so I will make it exist, and both of you can rot outside of it. I am LGBTKO. I don't know what either of you are, and you know what?
I don't fucking care.