Post by bloodiedfox on Aug 19, 2022 11:25:18 GMT -5
The light and noise of New York's Times Square fills the senses. From the balcony of his hotel room Bloodied Fox views it dispassionately, puffing on his vape. He exhales a cloud that shrouds around him, his form also covered by boxers. As it dissipates, he begins to speak.
Last time I spoke to you over a month ago, I was at a low fucking ebb. 0 for 2 in the G1, 0 for 2 at global events; fighting just to avoid the ignominy of losing to some weedy journalist wrestling for the validation of a couple of clowns in IPW.
He takes another hit on the vape, giving those words time to sink in.
But that was a month ago. A few days ago, at Madison Square Garden, one of the most famous arenas in the history of combat sports, I main evented in the final of the GUNS Brawl For All tournament. For the first time ever, I went one on one with Dylan Black, arguably the greatest X*Crown champion of the modern era.
And I knocked him the fuck out.
Fox sets the vape aside and reaches down, pulling up the beautiful new GFC championship title that his victory earned. He places it on his shoulder, patting the faceplate reverentially.
I bring this up not to gloat...
...okay, maybe a little bit to gloat...
...but to prove a point that whatever setbacks I suffer are never more than temporary. Once the initial disappointment is dealt with it becomes a matter of rebuild, renew, rework. Endlessly evolving and unfalteringly persistent, nothing I target stays forever beyond my reach. You could almost say I have no limits.
He allows himself a smile at working in the title he's fighting for number one contendership to.
Felix, you and I have met before, yet given your capacity for development almost matches my own it may as well be our first encounter. It was a close fought contest last time and while I won that it came at great physical cost. Neither of us is the same man this time around. Can I beat you again? It certainly won't be easy, but then nothing worth doing ever is.
Then there's CURE-E, the masked mystery man who claims to be the best in the world out to prove a point. Well, claiming a win over two wrestlers as good as Felix and myself would certainly go a long way to reinforcing said point. Still, there's something about this whole plan of yours that just feels off. Wouldn't coming back without the mask and winning prove your greatness far better? No obfuscation, no cloak and dagger; just pure wrestling talent. After all, if you're the best, as you repeatedly claim, then winning wouldn't be a problem, would it?
Fox turns his head to face the camera, giving it a questioning look.
What if the mask is less about covering your face than covering your arse? What if it's an insurance policy against coming up against fresh new talent and having all your words revealed to be just talk?
He gives a little shrug.
The present will always become the past. All those in the present must continue to change or else be consigned to the past. Have you changed enough, CURE-E? Are you still the standard to be met, the best of the best? Or has evolution passed you by? At Collision Course we'll find out who is beyond their limits, and who has none.
With that said, he turns away to once again look at the neon nightlife, as we fade to black.
Last time I spoke to you over a month ago, I was at a low fucking ebb. 0 for 2 in the G1, 0 for 2 at global events; fighting just to avoid the ignominy of losing to some weedy journalist wrestling for the validation of a couple of clowns in IPW.
He takes another hit on the vape, giving those words time to sink in.
But that was a month ago. A few days ago, at Madison Square Garden, one of the most famous arenas in the history of combat sports, I main evented in the final of the GUNS Brawl For All tournament. For the first time ever, I went one on one with Dylan Black, arguably the greatest X*Crown champion of the modern era.
And I knocked him the fuck out.
Fox sets the vape aside and reaches down, pulling up the beautiful new GFC championship title that his victory earned. He places it on his shoulder, patting the faceplate reverentially.
I bring this up not to gloat...
...okay, maybe a little bit to gloat...
...but to prove a point that whatever setbacks I suffer are never more than temporary. Once the initial disappointment is dealt with it becomes a matter of rebuild, renew, rework. Endlessly evolving and unfalteringly persistent, nothing I target stays forever beyond my reach. You could almost say I have no limits.
He allows himself a smile at working in the title he's fighting for number one contendership to.
Felix, you and I have met before, yet given your capacity for development almost matches my own it may as well be our first encounter. It was a close fought contest last time and while I won that it came at great physical cost. Neither of us is the same man this time around. Can I beat you again? It certainly won't be easy, but then nothing worth doing ever is.
Then there's CURE-E, the masked mystery man who claims to be the best in the world out to prove a point. Well, claiming a win over two wrestlers as good as Felix and myself would certainly go a long way to reinforcing said point. Still, there's something about this whole plan of yours that just feels off. Wouldn't coming back without the mask and winning prove your greatness far better? No obfuscation, no cloak and dagger; just pure wrestling talent. After all, if you're the best, as you repeatedly claim, then winning wouldn't be a problem, would it?
Fox turns his head to face the camera, giving it a questioning look.
What if the mask is less about covering your face than covering your arse? What if it's an insurance policy against coming up against fresh new talent and having all your words revealed to be just talk?
He gives a little shrug.
The present will always become the past. All those in the present must continue to change or else be consigned to the past. Have you changed enough, CURE-E? Are you still the standard to be met, the best of the best? Or has evolution passed you by? At Collision Course we'll find out who is beyond their limits, and who has none.
With that said, he turns away to once again look at the neon nightlife, as we fade to black.