Post by Anthony Jordan on Apr 7, 2024 19:40:36 GMT -5
Part of life as a wrestler was subjecting yourself to quasi-reality show. Basically, Kalmin Watts owed WUK a full look into his life for a few hours on specific days. Today was one of those days. Watts shook hands with the producers. He didn’t have any ill feelings toward them. They didn’t write his contract. Sometimes, they enjoyed each other’s company. Watts got a good laugh out of the story of how the producers showed up at Wesley Crane’s suite when he was hungover. Crane had canceled the three previous times, so the producers pushed him to say something. Crane launched into some incomprehensible monologue that would have been little more than a waste of tape if it hadn’t “accidentally” been uploaded to WUK’s X account for a few hours before being taken down. Crane was so pissed that he started paying for his own production team. The WUK boys didn’t care because they were paid the same rate regardless.
Watts? Watts, they liked. In response to Watts’s good nature, the producers often kept it light. Watts was given plenty of warning. The professionals even helped coach him up on how to react to the lighting and camera placement. It would look better on TV and help Watts’s career. Trusting and respecting true professionals was a smart idea. Who knew?
Watts noted that he heard about Crane’s recent actions, but wanted to see them for himself. Watts sighed as he watched Wesley Crane’s politicking on his phone. What was he expecting? For a few days after Crane was slated to defend his Two Kingdom’s title against Watts, Kalmin actually believed it would happen. He returned, declared his intentions, and got his match. It was perfect. Actually, it was too perfect. He should have seen this coming.
“I have to prove myself? A few months knocks me back down to the bottom?”
It didn’t make sense. Watts knew it was bullshit. Even worse, he knew Crane knew it, too. That was one of Crane’s worst traits. He knew his snake oil was worthless. If Crane was delusional enough to believe what he said, it’d still be bad, but Crane could almost be viewed as a victim. No, Crane knew the truth and worked to make sure everyone else rejected it. He was a snake who infected as many as possible with his venom.
Sure enough, Crane bit another one in Tony Blood. Blood was clearly overwhelmed and picked the path of least resistance. It was a weak move, but Watts understood why he did it. The video ends and Watts looks at the producers.
“Is it official?”
“Yeah. Corporate greenlit promotion, so that means it’s on.”
“I guess I’m not surprised.”
“Need some time to process it?”
“I’m good.”
“Ready when you are.”
Watts took a deep breath. He had a lot to say. He wanted to make sure Crane heard it.
“So Wesley Crane thinks I have to earn my opportunity to kick his ass? Crane, I already earned it back in July when I took the WUK World Title from you in Hell in a Cell! The same title you’ve never been able to win back! I haven’t won the title back because I’ve been injured. You haven’t won the title back because you can’t!
The same applies to me. Deep down, if you knew you could beat me and shut me up, you would have taken the match and done it! You know you can’t, so you’re hoping someone else gets lucky. That’s why you had me put in the ring against the Sheik. I know you’re thinking that giving that barbarian weapons will definitely put me on the shelf. It won’t work! Not only will I survive the Sheik, I’ll beat him in the middle of the ring! I don’t need weapons to do it, and I don’t need a bunch of goons like the High Roller’s Club to do it!
I can overcome adversity because I’m a champion. You might own a belt, but you’re not a champion. You’re just a rich guy who bought an accessory. Being a champion means being able to fight through pain, conduct yourself with integrity, and be an inspiration to the people! You’re none of those things. You’re a liar and coward.
That brings me to the Sheik’s manager, Malcolm Xavier Graves. You must have attended a leadership conference sponsored by Crane. Do you ever get your hands dirty? Have you ever been in a fight? All you do is talk a big game, then expect the Sheik to back it up. You can’t cut it on your own, and I’ll be ready for any dirty tricks you have up your sleeve.
Sheik, I know you don’t understand me, so I’ll just have to communicate with my fists. By the time I’m done, you’ll know just how much I despise Crane and MXG!”
Watts needed to cool down. He thought it would help to vent some of his anger, but it only riled him up more. The more he thought about it, the more enraged he was about Crane weaseling his way out of responsibility. The cowardice. The unabashed cowardice along with the ego to believe no one could see through this.
Watts gave “the look” to the production team. Suddenly, some had important calls to make. Others had to go check on things in the truck. They were happy to take a break to let the large, angry man be alone with his anger.
Watts? Watts, they liked. In response to Watts’s good nature, the producers often kept it light. Watts was given plenty of warning. The professionals even helped coach him up on how to react to the lighting and camera placement. It would look better on TV and help Watts’s career. Trusting and respecting true professionals was a smart idea. Who knew?
Watts noted that he heard about Crane’s recent actions, but wanted to see them for himself. Watts sighed as he watched Wesley Crane’s politicking on his phone. What was he expecting? For a few days after Crane was slated to defend his Two Kingdom’s title against Watts, Kalmin actually believed it would happen. He returned, declared his intentions, and got his match. It was perfect. Actually, it was too perfect. He should have seen this coming.
“I have to prove myself? A few months knocks me back down to the bottom?”
It didn’t make sense. Watts knew it was bullshit. Even worse, he knew Crane knew it, too. That was one of Crane’s worst traits. He knew his snake oil was worthless. If Crane was delusional enough to believe what he said, it’d still be bad, but Crane could almost be viewed as a victim. No, Crane knew the truth and worked to make sure everyone else rejected it. He was a snake who infected as many as possible with his venom.
Sure enough, Crane bit another one in Tony Blood. Blood was clearly overwhelmed and picked the path of least resistance. It was a weak move, but Watts understood why he did it. The video ends and Watts looks at the producers.
“Is it official?”
“Yeah. Corporate greenlit promotion, so that means it’s on.”
“I guess I’m not surprised.”
“Need some time to process it?”
“I’m good.”
“Ready when you are.”
Watts took a deep breath. He had a lot to say. He wanted to make sure Crane heard it.
“So Wesley Crane thinks I have to earn my opportunity to kick his ass? Crane, I already earned it back in July when I took the WUK World Title from you in Hell in a Cell! The same title you’ve never been able to win back! I haven’t won the title back because I’ve been injured. You haven’t won the title back because you can’t!
The same applies to me. Deep down, if you knew you could beat me and shut me up, you would have taken the match and done it! You know you can’t, so you’re hoping someone else gets lucky. That’s why you had me put in the ring against the Sheik. I know you’re thinking that giving that barbarian weapons will definitely put me on the shelf. It won’t work! Not only will I survive the Sheik, I’ll beat him in the middle of the ring! I don’t need weapons to do it, and I don’t need a bunch of goons like the High Roller’s Club to do it!
I can overcome adversity because I’m a champion. You might own a belt, but you’re not a champion. You’re just a rich guy who bought an accessory. Being a champion means being able to fight through pain, conduct yourself with integrity, and be an inspiration to the people! You’re none of those things. You’re a liar and coward.
That brings me to the Sheik’s manager, Malcolm Xavier Graves. You must have attended a leadership conference sponsored by Crane. Do you ever get your hands dirty? Have you ever been in a fight? All you do is talk a big game, then expect the Sheik to back it up. You can’t cut it on your own, and I’ll be ready for any dirty tricks you have up your sleeve.
Sheik, I know you don’t understand me, so I’ll just have to communicate with my fists. By the time I’m done, you’ll know just how much I despise Crane and MXG!”
Watts needed to cool down. He thought it would help to vent some of his anger, but it only riled him up more. The more he thought about it, the more enraged he was about Crane weaseling his way out of responsibility. The cowardice. The unabashed cowardice along with the ego to believe no one could see through this.
Watts gave “the look” to the production team. Suddenly, some had important calls to make. Others had to go check on things in the truck. They were happy to take a break to let the large, angry man be alone with his anger.