Post by Joseph Mack on May 8, 2021 21:08:42 GMT -5
“I dropped the ball. No two ways about it, I was where I’d worked my ass to be and when I got there, I didn’t get the job done.”
Joseph Mack sits out under the stars, next to a small campfire, looking off into the distance.
“My shot at the North American Double Crown, I don’t think many people really had expectations of me going into that. Well, aside from myself. I didn’t get the belt but I proved a point, I stood toe to toe with the champ and I got his boys worried enough that I could win that they had to bust up the match. I didn’t get the gold, but I had plenty of reason to walk away with my head held high.”
Mack turns, tossing a piece of wood onto the fire.
“That six man tag, me and Timeless and Dominicus taking on The Syndicate, similar vibe. I didn’t walk out with the title shot but I made sure that Dominicus did, making sure no one could break up that last pinfall. Not saying Dominicus is champ because of me, but I helped him open the door to that fateful title shot if nothing else. Again, I didn’t walk away with the ultimate goal but at least I had something to hang my hat on.”
Mack picks up a stick, poking at the fire a little idly.
“But then the Openweight tournament, that was… it’d be one thing if I lost to the guy who went on to take home the gold, right? No offense to Eron but it didn’t even go down that way. I just… lost. I walked in ready to take home the gold and instead I get knocked out in the first round. And whose fault was it? Absolutely mine. I didn’t bring my A game, I let myself get caught up in the moment, caught up in my supposed momentum going in and I got slapped down for it. And it makes me livid that I let that happen. And that anger? I gotta express it outward, so I’m gonna do that in the ring.”
Mack tosses the poking stick onto the fire.
“So now, far as I’m concerned, I’m starting back at square one. Me and Leon Van Zandt against The Untouchables. Leon and me, we’ve got something of an understanding. Very different approaches in the ring, but I think we both agree that it’s important to win like men, with decency and honour and all that. Maybe if your opponent takes things too far you gotta reply in kind, but generally speaking you just go looking for a pin or a tap within the rules of engagement. Same page, me and him, far as I can tell anyway.
And The Untouchables… I got no beef with you guys at all. You had your issues with The Syndicate, so did I. Your girl Kirsty and my friend Isabel seem to have some kinda base level alliance and that’s cool too. But boys… I ain’t looking to go on a losing streak here. I got plans in NPW and while they got blown to shit in the Openweight tournament, I gotta get a win here if I want to get close to being back on track. So when that bell rings, I’m coming in guns blazing and I can’t worry about what happens to the two of you. Your tag team name will be sadly inaccurate because I am gonna put hands on whoever is in the ring with me in the meanest of ways, and it ain’t gonna stop til me and Leon get our hands raised.”
Mack looks at the fire for a long moment before tossing another piece of wood on.
“Sorry ‘bout your luck fellas, but you drew the wrong names for this match and you’re just gonna have to suffer through. If it’s any consolation, the girls out in Halifax are real friendly and the beers are pretty cheap, so at least you might be able to end the night on a higher note than you’ll end our match. See you on the 11th, boys.”
With that the shot fades out, no further audio aside from the crackle of the fire.
Joseph Mack sits out under the stars, next to a small campfire, looking off into the distance.
“My shot at the North American Double Crown, I don’t think many people really had expectations of me going into that. Well, aside from myself. I didn’t get the belt but I proved a point, I stood toe to toe with the champ and I got his boys worried enough that I could win that they had to bust up the match. I didn’t get the gold, but I had plenty of reason to walk away with my head held high.”
Mack turns, tossing a piece of wood onto the fire.
“That six man tag, me and Timeless and Dominicus taking on The Syndicate, similar vibe. I didn’t walk out with the title shot but I made sure that Dominicus did, making sure no one could break up that last pinfall. Not saying Dominicus is champ because of me, but I helped him open the door to that fateful title shot if nothing else. Again, I didn’t walk away with the ultimate goal but at least I had something to hang my hat on.”
Mack picks up a stick, poking at the fire a little idly.
“But then the Openweight tournament, that was… it’d be one thing if I lost to the guy who went on to take home the gold, right? No offense to Eron but it didn’t even go down that way. I just… lost. I walked in ready to take home the gold and instead I get knocked out in the first round. And whose fault was it? Absolutely mine. I didn’t bring my A game, I let myself get caught up in the moment, caught up in my supposed momentum going in and I got slapped down for it. And it makes me livid that I let that happen. And that anger? I gotta express it outward, so I’m gonna do that in the ring.”
Mack tosses the poking stick onto the fire.
“So now, far as I’m concerned, I’m starting back at square one. Me and Leon Van Zandt against The Untouchables. Leon and me, we’ve got something of an understanding. Very different approaches in the ring, but I think we both agree that it’s important to win like men, with decency and honour and all that. Maybe if your opponent takes things too far you gotta reply in kind, but generally speaking you just go looking for a pin or a tap within the rules of engagement. Same page, me and him, far as I can tell anyway.
And The Untouchables… I got no beef with you guys at all. You had your issues with The Syndicate, so did I. Your girl Kirsty and my friend Isabel seem to have some kinda base level alliance and that’s cool too. But boys… I ain’t looking to go on a losing streak here. I got plans in NPW and while they got blown to shit in the Openweight tournament, I gotta get a win here if I want to get close to being back on track. So when that bell rings, I’m coming in guns blazing and I can’t worry about what happens to the two of you. Your tag team name will be sadly inaccurate because I am gonna put hands on whoever is in the ring with me in the meanest of ways, and it ain’t gonna stop til me and Leon get our hands raised.”
Mack looks at the fire for a long moment before tossing another piece of wood on.
“Sorry ‘bout your luck fellas, but you drew the wrong names for this match and you’re just gonna have to suffer through. If it’s any consolation, the girls out in Halifax are real friendly and the beers are pretty cheap, so at least you might be able to end the night on a higher note than you’ll end our match. See you on the 11th, boys.”
With that the shot fades out, no further audio aside from the crackle of the fire.