The Record Breaker and the Championship of... (A: XXIX)
Jan 20, 2022 18:38:25 GMT -5
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Post by Thespian on Jan 20, 2022 18:38:25 GMT -5
“July 24th, 2021; the Eve of Champions. Lazarus Arjen wins the Southern States Championship in a Triple Threat Match.”
The Thespian could be seen in his usual suit-and-tie as he reclines sideways on a prop throne; his back rests against the left-facing armrest as his legs, crossed, hang over the other. The Southern States Championship hangs over his left shoulder. The masked champion lackadaisical scrolls through his smartphone with his other hand as he continues to speak:
“October 16th, 2021. Lazarus Arjen is forced to vacate the Southern States Championship due to injury. The most dominant champion that this belt has seen with two close championship defenses under his name. He lasted 84 days.”
Theo’s thumb scrolls.
“October 30th, 2021; Ascendancy XXIV. The Thespian wins the Southern States Championship in a Fatal-Four-Way. Throughout his championship reign, he, too, has put the championship belt against two formidable opponents in Chris Sanderson… and Sexton Love.”
That last name leaves his lips with a tone of disgust. His thumb shifts to lock his phone before he places it down behind him. A heavy sigh escapes his covered lips as his head leans back a little more against that armrest; he speaks towards the roof of his stage.
“On January 22nd, I will be defending this championship against one of six competitors, all of whom will be facing one another in a timed gauntlet for this opportunity. Some people are writing this defense as a handicap in my favor; whoever ends up facing me will have already put themselves through one opponent only to go straight into me. And honestly?
"I could not give a damn what my critics say. Because I know that I could beat every single man that B.B. Gunn has put in that opening contest. Don't believe me? Let's run them down... briefly, because most of them aren't even worth the time anymore."
He raises a gloved hand and begins to count them off.
"Willie Steen. Welcome to the NLW; maybe you should win a match before getting placed in a championship picture, but, hey, I guess the company needed some fodder.
"Devin Mitchell, complete and utter loser and Sanderson's scraps. Barely beat CJ-Walked-The-Fuck-Out, and proceeded to lose to...
Al Jabroni, one who I have already defeated to obtain this championship in the first place. Quite honestly, if you lose to HIM, you don't deserve to even have a career anymore. Honestly, Jitterman should have taken your spot, but... I have a theory that I'll come back to regarding that.
Adam Sanders... the better-half of Sanders and Son. Shame that couldn't carry you into Tag Gold, eh? But, hey, you got a win over a washed up Chant, so maybe you'll give me a good fight.
Nathan Parker, the lucky alcoholic. Quite honestly, I'm surprised you even make it to the arena, let alone win any matches. But, hey, I intend on putting you to sleep properly.
And last... but not-at-all least... but the most disappointing by far. Bloodied Fox. When I started to get into the swing of things around here in the XHF Network, you were my prime target as the holder of the Junior Heavyweight Champion. But ever since you joined NLW? It's been disappointment after disappointment. Your only wins here are against Felix and Sex-Addict Slut? Anyone can do that. I DID that. And Nathan Cage! And Keahi Sparks! And YOU think you're deserving of representing this company for the X*Crown? Fucking ridiculous, I swear."
The Thespian sits himself up properly and faces the camera.
"To Fox especially, but to all hopefuls on Saturday... you'd genuinely hope that you don't make it to me. I am in a bad mood, and the manwhore I shelved last time won't be the only one in need of a protective mask when I'm done.
"But, Theo, what ever could you be mad for! You're on your way to becoming one of the most dominant Southern States Champions in the company, if not the most dominant champion overall!" He says in a pitched, fangirly tone (as much as he could with his recovering voice).
"Why, you ask? It is BECAUSE of this champion that I'm so fucking furious!"
The once-reserved and fan-pleasing man takes the belt off of his shoulder and tosses it to the ground.
"Every single obstacle I have knocked down on my way to get this champion and retain it has been granted better after better opportunity while I get the scraps and losers of this company! Felix went on to face Fox to maybe determine the NLW representative for the X*Crown at Supremacy and pissed it away. Keahi Sparks and Nathan Cage BOTH are currently in the Heavyweight Championship picture. Chris Sanderson is the current XHF Junior Heavyweight Champion... FRESH AFTER A LOSS TO ME. ALL WHILE I'M STUCK DEALING WITH EVERY UNDESERVING WEAKLING. HOW DARE YOU THINK I CAN BE PROUD OF SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!"
He stops himself for a moment as a hand reaches up to clutch over his throat. A couple of irritated coughs leave his wrapped-up mouth. After a moment to compose himself, he looks down at the floor, where the Southern States Championship lays, face-up.
"I am a dominant force in this company, championship or not. And I'm going to prove that point this Saturday when I break records. I'm going to prove to you all that I am a threat to be feared. I will prove that I am more than just some mid-card darling to be skipped over. I am more than the Loser's Champion. I am THE champion. Do not forget that."
With a growl, Theo raises up a boot and stomps over the faceplate of the championship belt.
"Eighty-four days... two defenses... and counting."
The Thespian could be seen in his usual suit-and-tie as he reclines sideways on a prop throne; his back rests against the left-facing armrest as his legs, crossed, hang over the other. The Southern States Championship hangs over his left shoulder. The masked champion lackadaisical scrolls through his smartphone with his other hand as he continues to speak:
“October 16th, 2021. Lazarus Arjen is forced to vacate the Southern States Championship due to injury. The most dominant champion that this belt has seen with two close championship defenses under his name. He lasted 84 days.”
Theo’s thumb scrolls.
“October 30th, 2021; Ascendancy XXIV. The Thespian wins the Southern States Championship in a Fatal-Four-Way. Throughout his championship reign, he, too, has put the championship belt against two formidable opponents in Chris Sanderson… and Sexton Love.”
That last name leaves his lips with a tone of disgust. His thumb shifts to lock his phone before he places it down behind him. A heavy sigh escapes his covered lips as his head leans back a little more against that armrest; he speaks towards the roof of his stage.
“On January 22nd, I will be defending this championship against one of six competitors, all of whom will be facing one another in a timed gauntlet for this opportunity. Some people are writing this defense as a handicap in my favor; whoever ends up facing me will have already put themselves through one opponent only to go straight into me. And honestly?
"I could not give a damn what my critics say. Because I know that I could beat every single man that B.B. Gunn has put in that opening contest. Don't believe me? Let's run them down... briefly, because most of them aren't even worth the time anymore."
He raises a gloved hand and begins to count them off.
"Willie Steen. Welcome to the NLW; maybe you should win a match before getting placed in a championship picture, but, hey, I guess the company needed some fodder.
"Devin Mitchell, complete and utter loser and Sanderson's scraps. Barely beat CJ-Walked-The-Fuck-Out, and proceeded to lose to...
Al Jabroni, one who I have already defeated to obtain this championship in the first place. Quite honestly, if you lose to HIM, you don't deserve to even have a career anymore. Honestly, Jitterman should have taken your spot, but... I have a theory that I'll come back to regarding that.
Adam Sanders... the better-half of Sanders and Son. Shame that couldn't carry you into Tag Gold, eh? But, hey, you got a win over a washed up Chant, so maybe you'll give me a good fight.
Nathan Parker, the lucky alcoholic. Quite honestly, I'm surprised you even make it to the arena, let alone win any matches. But, hey, I intend on putting you to sleep properly.
And last... but not-at-all least... but the most disappointing by far. Bloodied Fox. When I started to get into the swing of things around here in the XHF Network, you were my prime target as the holder of the Junior Heavyweight Champion. But ever since you joined NLW? It's been disappointment after disappointment. Your only wins here are against Felix and Sex-Addict Slut? Anyone can do that. I DID that. And Nathan Cage! And Keahi Sparks! And YOU think you're deserving of representing this company for the X*Crown? Fucking ridiculous, I swear."
The Thespian sits himself up properly and faces the camera.
"To Fox especially, but to all hopefuls on Saturday... you'd genuinely hope that you don't make it to me. I am in a bad mood, and the manwhore I shelved last time won't be the only one in need of a protective mask when I'm done.
"But, Theo, what ever could you be mad for! You're on your way to becoming one of the most dominant Southern States Champions in the company, if not the most dominant champion overall!" He says in a pitched, fangirly tone (as much as he could with his recovering voice).
"Why, you ask? It is BECAUSE of this champion that I'm so fucking furious!"
The once-reserved and fan-pleasing man takes the belt off of his shoulder and tosses it to the ground.
"Every single obstacle I have knocked down on my way to get this champion and retain it has been granted better after better opportunity while I get the scraps and losers of this company! Felix went on to face Fox to maybe determine the NLW representative for the X*Crown at Supremacy and pissed it away. Keahi Sparks and Nathan Cage BOTH are currently in the Heavyweight Championship picture. Chris Sanderson is the current XHF Junior Heavyweight Champion... FRESH AFTER A LOSS TO ME. ALL WHILE I'M STUCK DEALING WITH EVERY UNDESERVING WEAKLING. HOW DARE YOU THINK I CAN BE PROUD OF SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!"
He stops himself for a moment as a hand reaches up to clutch over his throat. A couple of irritated coughs leave his wrapped-up mouth. After a moment to compose himself, he looks down at the floor, where the Southern States Championship lays, face-up.
"I am a dominant force in this company, championship or not. And I'm going to prove that point this Saturday when I break records. I'm going to prove to you all that I am a threat to be feared. I will prove that I am more than just some mid-card darling to be skipped over. I am more than the Loser's Champion. I am THE champion. Do not forget that."
With a growl, Theo raises up a boot and stomps over the faceplate of the championship belt.
"Eighty-four days... two defenses... and counting."