Post by Drag on Sept 14, 2022 19:38:57 GMT -5
Three
Two…
CHAMP IS HERE!
“Hello, Jamrocker fans!”
“I don’t enjoy spoilers, but, with The Jamrockers drawing power, I don’t think it’ll be a problem showing how the Royal Crown match’ll end…”
“...With me. On top. Again.”
“Initially, I was upset about this match. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still a Hail Mary from IPW’s owner to take this title from me as revenge for The Jamrockers no longer being his obedient cash cows. But, I’ve come into this bout with a new perspective. Not somethin’ trite like respect or recognition, but somethin’ much more practical than that”.
“Takin’ out four birds, with one Championship.”
“The gentlemen beneath me, ninety percent of them walk into this match with a negative record against The Champ, the only exception being Johnny Five-Fans. I bring that up solely so you, the viewer, can keep that fact in your mind when three of the four competitors rattle off their accomplishments and strengths in order to convince you - and more importantly, themselves - why they’ll emerge victorious.”
“Alastor Touchdown ain’t like that. I hang my hat on facts. S’why everytime me or Jimi’ve said we’re gonna do things, it’s happened. We explain exactly what the game plan’ll be. Then, miraculously, we succeed. People are starting to cotton on to that, not least of which are the illustrious contenders for my title…”
“So, in a sense, I’m grateful that Former Openweight Champion Cross Recoba’s wounded ego gave me this opportunity, much like it’ll give me another victory over him. Same as Spike’s lust for violence, Reymundo’s insecurity and John Boy’s naivety.”
A slow shake of the head.
“People are startin' to realise how much of a threat The Jamrockers truly are. Whether it’s a tag team or singles setting, we’re the ones to watch. But I’m not inclined to livin’ off reputation. These four dickheads, whether they deserve it or not, have secured themselves another shot at THE Championship in this company! Because I’ve kept it from falling to the depths of the midcard - as it would have without me - and made it valuable enough that legends, former X*Crown Champions, company owners and rising prospects are desperate to get their hands on it.”
“Which means, ‘stead of winnin’ a title? My reward gets to be humiliating all of those above clientele, in one fell swoop.”
Legs uncross, stretch, satisfied smile. No betrayal of doubt from Touchdown at this outcome.
“How’ll I do that? GREAT question!”
“The inter-personal vendettas of stabbings and score-settings - represented by those red strings - mean there won’t be a coordinated effort to focus on the objective biggest threat in this match: Me. In the event there is? It’ll quickly fall apart under the egos and pressures of this kinda match. So I don’t have that to worry about.”
“But, I ain’t deluded. A title high above the ring. It drives people to show more than they normally would. Cross and El Rey’s pride, Spike’s lust to prove his brutality, Johnny’s desperate desire to break through into the big leagues. These're all factors that take tough competitors and raise ‘em up a level.”
He smirks.
“But that can also be turned on its head. Situations created that FORCE these men to gamble with their bodies for just a precious few more seconds to win the title. They’re all athletic, so I’m sure they’re no stranger to such scenarios. But; I know ‘em intimately well. Prior to IPW, peering down a high place, ready to irreversibly damage myself for peanuts… that was my life. So I’m familiar with those kinds of risks. And, how to force ‘em to be made by others.”
“Maybe, you’re sayin’: “Things’ll be too chaotic! Y’cant prepare for a ladder match!” But, just because I grew a brain, doesn’t override my past experiences. There’s NO-body who knows about those risks more than I do. Whether it’s athletically or psychologically, this is my environment. I don’t just survive this chaos, I thrive on it.”
“After all, there’s no easier mark than a guy whose fingertips away from success. About to make the leap… but then?”
The IPW Openweight Championship falls from Touchdown’s grasp. Meltzer releases his board in surprise to quickly snatch the title from hitting the ground. Touchdown’s voice drops low.
“Somethin’ happens to make ‘em hit pavement.”
“The Jamrockers were made for this. I, was made for this. Climbin’ to the top over the bodies of people who thought ‘emselves our betters. Our success comes from opportunity. Opportunity’s brought by chaos. And chaos?… is a ladder.”
“SUCK! THE CHAMP’S! DICK!”
Openweight...
...Closed Casket!
