Post by bloodiedfox on May 23, 2022 16:31:50 GMT -5
Bloodied Fox sits hunched in a chair, vape coming down from his lips. The smoke coiling around him, and the baleful glare of his eyes into the camera through it, gives him the air of a dragon angrily surveying an intruder.
I shouldn't be having to do this.
I should be acknowledging the fact that Cheez proved me wrong and had the endurance to match his clear sighted focus...
I should be replying to Spike Kane to point out that given I'm now 2 and 0 against him in no rules environments, this extra special next lesson of his better be something mighty impressive if he doesn't want to start looking like someone who talks a better game than they play...
I should be strategizing on how I'm going to successfully take down Keahi Sparks, The Thespian, and Nathan Fucking Cage, the three people who have beaten me here in NLW, in order to win the Seventh Circle of Hell match and become the NLW World Heavyweight champion...
But no. Instead I'm having to focus on you. Because heaven fucking forfend you not be the shining star around whom we all must revolve...
The smoke has cleared enough to show exactly the level of disgust on Fox's face.
Fuck you Seth Dillinger.
Fuck you, you sanctimonious two-faced piece of shit. Why couldn't you have just left me the fuck alone?
He shakes his head.
I was getting ready for the Super Scramble, so I didn't actually see your little pity party promo until the next day. Just as well, because if I'd been listening live I would have Will Smithed your hypocritical arse. It figures that the only apology I'd ever get from you for what you did to me would be done in front of a live audience and behind my back. Who gives a shit about being genuine when you can make yourself look like the victim? And of course you then top it off by threatening me if I come after you.
He gives a mirthless little laugh.
You sign up to the company I work for under a mask and a false name. You spend a solid portion of your XHF Rumble promo time going 'notice me, senpai!'. Hell, even before all that, you did your best Stephen Hawking impression at the final AWF show so you could have a front row seat while your sister blamed me for all the bad karma you brought on yourself; but sure, I'm the one who might come after you.
Oh and Lauren, if you're watching this...
Fox gives the camera the middle finger.
Fuck you, you cunt.
He lets the hand drop, then sighs.
You were gone, Seth, and I was happy. I got to move on from the pain and the betrayal and the bullshit. I got to focus on my career, on developing myself as a wrestler, without the toxic cloud of your immense ego engulfing me. But now here we are again. The mask came off and surprise surprise we're in a match against each other. Why wouldn't we be? People want to see us fight again, and bookers want the money from giving them that. That's what makes any apology you could give ring hollow. You say that the way your identity was revealed wasn't how you wanted it, but what way would it ever have been that wouldn't have then led to this situation? You weren't going to spend the rest of your career as El Chico Promedio, and you put yourself as close to me as you could so that you could latch on to me right at the moment of truth.
More so now than disgusted, he just looks tired.
I don't want to fight you, Seth. I don't want some apology we both know you don't mean. I want to go on with my life and my career without having to even think about you. But fuck what I want, I guess. Because of your selfish decisions, we will be encircled in steel with four other talented athletes, wherein the only way to triumph is to inflict such monstrous cruelty that your opponents are forced to say “I quit”. I want you to remember that this situation was of your doing. If it comes down to it, if it's just you and me left in there, and I am forced to once again send you to the three mouths of Satan at the cold heart of Hell, remember that it is by your will...
And damn you for that.
I shouldn't be having to do this.
I should be acknowledging the fact that Cheez proved me wrong and had the endurance to match his clear sighted focus...
I should be replying to Spike Kane to point out that given I'm now 2 and 0 against him in no rules environments, this extra special next lesson of his better be something mighty impressive if he doesn't want to start looking like someone who talks a better game than they play...
I should be strategizing on how I'm going to successfully take down Keahi Sparks, The Thespian, and Nathan Fucking Cage, the three people who have beaten me here in NLW, in order to win the Seventh Circle of Hell match and become the NLW World Heavyweight champion...
But no. Instead I'm having to focus on you. Because heaven fucking forfend you not be the shining star around whom we all must revolve...
The smoke has cleared enough to show exactly the level of disgust on Fox's face.
Fuck you Seth Dillinger.
Fuck you, you sanctimonious two-faced piece of shit. Why couldn't you have just left me the fuck alone?
He shakes his head.
I was getting ready for the Super Scramble, so I didn't actually see your little pity party promo until the next day. Just as well, because if I'd been listening live I would have Will Smithed your hypocritical arse. It figures that the only apology I'd ever get from you for what you did to me would be done in front of a live audience and behind my back. Who gives a shit about being genuine when you can make yourself look like the victim? And of course you then top it off by threatening me if I come after you.
He gives a mirthless little laugh.
You sign up to the company I work for under a mask and a false name. You spend a solid portion of your XHF Rumble promo time going 'notice me, senpai!'. Hell, even before all that, you did your best Stephen Hawking impression at the final AWF show so you could have a front row seat while your sister blamed me for all the bad karma you brought on yourself; but sure, I'm the one who might come after you.
Oh and Lauren, if you're watching this...
Fox gives the camera the middle finger.
Fuck you, you cunt.
He lets the hand drop, then sighs.
You were gone, Seth, and I was happy. I got to move on from the pain and the betrayal and the bullshit. I got to focus on my career, on developing myself as a wrestler, without the toxic cloud of your immense ego engulfing me. But now here we are again. The mask came off and surprise surprise we're in a match against each other. Why wouldn't we be? People want to see us fight again, and bookers want the money from giving them that. That's what makes any apology you could give ring hollow. You say that the way your identity was revealed wasn't how you wanted it, but what way would it ever have been that wouldn't have then led to this situation? You weren't going to spend the rest of your career as El Chico Promedio, and you put yourself as close to me as you could so that you could latch on to me right at the moment of truth.
More so now than disgusted, he just looks tired.
I don't want to fight you, Seth. I don't want some apology we both know you don't mean. I want to go on with my life and my career without having to even think about you. But fuck what I want, I guess. Because of your selfish decisions, we will be encircled in steel with four other talented athletes, wherein the only way to triumph is to inflict such monstrous cruelty that your opponents are forced to say “I quit”. I want you to remember that this situation was of your doing. If it comes down to it, if it's just you and me left in there, and I am forced to once again send you to the three mouths of Satan at the cold heart of Hell, remember that it is by your will...
And damn you for that.