Post by Drag on Sept 16, 2022 17:41:47 GMT -5
Three
TwoâŠ
CROWNLESS KING!
âOhhh yeah, thatâs the stuff.â
âLil lower actually. Lower. Hoooo boyâŠâ
âMake sure to use a lot of force, The Champ has an exceedingly muscular back!â
âLay off her, Tunez, sheâs doinâ good. I feel like a million dollars.â
âWell focus, Mr. Million Dollars!â
âYouâre in a good space mentally and physically; but we gotta make sure you stay there, Daddy-O.â
âRight, right. Just, *phew*, tee me up.â
âRUN DOWN THE OPPS!â
âJohnny Five IQ. The dark horse. The least emotional ties to this match but possibly the most pressure. As a guy, like myself, whoâs less established and forced to listen to the other three read their Wikipedia pages out loud every promo, heâs also the only man in this match I respect. Well, comparatively speakinâ.â
âAlso like myself, Johnny may've developed an edge. Unlike me, I always had it, didnât need a life coach to try anâ develop it. Iâve had time and success to show that the New Alastor Touchdown is a force to be reckoned with, Johnnyâs had one win since his shift. No matter what version of Johnny Five he may be, no matter how heâll handle the pressure of definitively making his mark on IPW, a lot of his chances are based on luck.â
âBut I make my own luck.â
Cooldown shifts his pointer over to El Rey, tapping it against Reyâs artificially enlarged forehead.
âAhhh, Rey-Rey! In spite of myself, I wanna like you! Maybe itâs a fellow young prick thing.â
âI listened to what ya had to say, projecting on me that I feel slighted by beinâ overlooked. If I do, at least Iâve got the Openweight Championship to dry my tears with. Rey, the reason I canât fully like ya, is self-awareness. Youâre not lackinâ for talent, even I wonât deny that. But you're as talented as you are neurotic. Drowning in self-pity and insecurity, youâll admit to being everything you accuse me of. Yâwanna claim I hate being treated like a joke, but then start crying and complaininâ about wanting respect. Iâm not facing the El Rey who won the X*Crown and wore his arrogance proudly. Iâm facing a kid who, when things donât go his way, is gonna curl up and crumble and shrink. Zoran can't cure that.â
âWhen you run on back to GUNS, itâs not gonna be with my Openweight title, itâs gonna be with your tail between your legs.â
Jimi, getting into the groove of his friendâs verbal marksmanship, twirls the pointer in his fingers before slamming it against the image of Spike Kane.
âBrad Kaneâs Brother!â
âSpike, I think you anâ me are trapped in a deadlock. One where weâre juuuust off the cusp of understanding, but canât quite do it. See, youâve got it in your head that the problem was you underestimating me. So now that you view Moi as more of a threat, thingsâll be different. Even drawing parallels with your own career to mine. Now, that may be flatterinâ to someone else, but not me. The deadlock is this, you will come at me with your chest puffed out and all your catchphrases, you will lose to me, youâll climb your way back up to facing me⊠and so on.â
âIâm not downplaying your brutality with or without a weapon, Spike, Iâve known the danger of pissing you off since the first time Iâve done it. Your problem's not that you underestimated me, your problem is that I accurately estimate you.â
âThatâs why I keep beatin' you.â
Cooldown tosses the pointer, clears his throat and merely points a finger against Crossâ portrait.
âCross, youâre right. I do have an inflated sense of self-worth. But, really, you only think that 'cause of the deserved lack of respect I show you. Weâre two, kinda, similar guys tossin' the same accusation at each other. The fundamental difference bein' my arrogance is backed up by current success. You, just have your word and shit that happened several closed feds ago.â
âEvery boast youâve uttered, itâs the whimpers of a man who knows heâs got nothin'. I've no fear of the enemies I have in this match, Iâve PROVEN to be fast enough mentally and physically to adapt, if not outright weaponize it. Such as when I had Spike Kane knock you on your ass. But you oughta be thankinâ him for that. You were down and about to be laid out by the Six-Star Frogsplash anyway; Spike gave you a few more seconds as Champ.â
âYour ego, your failures, I donât bring âem up as an insult or even to get a rise outta you, though that clearly works. I do it, because Iâm gettinâ tired of you pathetically clinging on to this collected persona of a âlegendâ. The personification of everything Jimi and I loathe.â
âSo thatâs why when you try anâ act like Lex Luthor and boast about your mental acumen. Iâm genuinely praying youâre right. âCause the last thing IPWâs gonna wanna hear, is yet another Cross Recoba excuse.â
An alarm rings, the Masseuse exits the room.
âLotâs been said. So I wanna end it with one final message to my opponents, to Jason Long. To IPW:â
âYouâre welcome.â
Cooldown enters the frame, arms crossed and smirk wide.
âFor forcing people to step up their game. For not allowing people to get by on mediocrity solely 'cause theyâve won titles before. For making IPW worth ANYthing at all. And, for the rising talent, former champions and XHF legends at Royal Crown?â
âEnjoy the rub, itâs your fifteen minutes.â
No Gods...
...No Crowns