Post by DarkSpectre on Feb 12, 2018 16:35:27 GMT
"Sometimes by losing a battle, you find a new way to win the war."
Donald J Trump
Donald J Trump
Static gives way to a darkened alley, various bits of rubble and dust strewn about. A cat charges across the alley, up and across a dumpster, a little ways up to a fire escape and into a slightly opened window. A shadowed figure emerges, walking towards the camera.
And so it is written. Andre Aquarius, by hook or by crook, has cemented himself in history as the first NBW Tru Grit Champion- and at my expense. You all know me well enough by now that I will not make excuses; Andre was simply the best man- for that night. Congratulations, Andre. Represent the division well. I will be coming back for you again soon enough.
Last week, I set my sights on another title holder- or, holders, to be precise. Despite an admittedly less than spectacular performance on my behalf, myself and the temporarily departed Nyeo Son picked up a victory over the new Tag Team Champions in the Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles. I have managed to underestimate Nyeo before, yet here I stand finally saying that I have respect for him. His work in the ring last week was more than I would have expected of him, and I extend both my apologies and a hand of respect to Son.
A smqll glimmer of light strikes the figure, revealing a toned yet scarred abdomen. The figure raises an arm across his chest, he appears to be stroking his chin. The figure continues.
Respect. A term that comes with both high praise and a sense of reaponsibility. Neither of which my opponent this week encompasses. The woman beater, the manipulative cheater known as Travis McKenna. This is a man who actually prides himself on beating up females.
Now, don't get me wrong. I highly believe in equality for the genders. And the idea that women shouldn't be allowed to wrestle with the men is despicable at best. But we are talking about a set of humans who, scientifically speaking, are not built as rough and tough as their male counterparts. So while I believe the ladies here deserve their place in the World Title picture just as any man, I also find it both sexist and degrading to specifically target the historically "weaker" sex.
The light begins to move towards his face, the figure taking a step back as it hits his bare chin. He shakes his head, breathing in before moving on.
A man of your size targeting a smaller and technically weaker demographic, McKenna... You are a bully. You've likely spent most of your life being a bully, and it suits you rather well. But there's an issue with that, Travis.
You see, I've had my experiences with bullies. I've been targeted for my shorter stature and assaulted because I appeared an easy target. The issue, boy, is that bullies like you have one entirely too exploitable weakness. You see, boys like you believe that power is everything. If you can outmuscle your prey, you've won. But you forget that physical strength only gets you so far.
You, Travis, are a bear. You find all the prey you can to tackle, mince and devour. But I am a gazelle. You can come at me all you want, but I am faster than you. I am more agile. Where you come lumbering in, looking for your next victim, I charge out a path the likes of which you will never closely follow.
The shadowed Spectre chuckles, scratching his chin. He takes a moment, extending his arm outward.
The only difference between that analogy and our encounter is that I will strike back. I will run circles around you, wearing you thin, making you too weak to fight. And that is when I will crash down on you, bringing the full fury of hell with me. I'll strike you down with the full might of a god, drop you for a three count and watch you wake up a month later wondering what in the name of Pete hit you.
At the end of the night, Travis, it's gonna be this spry little luchador smacking some respect into you, teaching you how fatal it can be to underestimate the power of the fight within. Bring everything you have, McKenna. Bring everything you will ever be worth; because when all is said and done, everything you bring to the table will be deemed worthless.
"You have been weighed. You have been measured. And you... Have been found... Wanting."
See you Monday, Travis.
Spectre spins around Michael Jackson style, walking into the darkness of the alley. A slight wind picks up, throwing dust and light debris about as we fade to static.
And so it is written. Andre Aquarius, by hook or by crook, has cemented himself in history as the first NBW Tru Grit Champion- and at my expense. You all know me well enough by now that I will not make excuses; Andre was simply the best man- for that night. Congratulations, Andre. Represent the division well. I will be coming back for you again soon enough.
Last week, I set my sights on another title holder- or, holders, to be precise. Despite an admittedly less than spectacular performance on my behalf, myself and the temporarily departed Nyeo Son picked up a victory over the new Tag Team Champions in the Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles. I have managed to underestimate Nyeo before, yet here I stand finally saying that I have respect for him. His work in the ring last week was more than I would have expected of him, and I extend both my apologies and a hand of respect to Son.
A smqll glimmer of light strikes the figure, revealing a toned yet scarred abdomen. The figure raises an arm across his chest, he appears to be stroking his chin. The figure continues.
Respect. A term that comes with both high praise and a sense of reaponsibility. Neither of which my opponent this week encompasses. The woman beater, the manipulative cheater known as Travis McKenna. This is a man who actually prides himself on beating up females.
Now, don't get me wrong. I highly believe in equality for the genders. And the idea that women shouldn't be allowed to wrestle with the men is despicable at best. But we are talking about a set of humans who, scientifically speaking, are not built as rough and tough as their male counterparts. So while I believe the ladies here deserve their place in the World Title picture just as any man, I also find it both sexist and degrading to specifically target the historically "weaker" sex.
The light begins to move towards his face, the figure taking a step back as it hits his bare chin. He shakes his head, breathing in before moving on.
A man of your size targeting a smaller and technically weaker demographic, McKenna... You are a bully. You've likely spent most of your life being a bully, and it suits you rather well. But there's an issue with that, Travis.
You see, I've had my experiences with bullies. I've been targeted for my shorter stature and assaulted because I appeared an easy target. The issue, boy, is that bullies like you have one entirely too exploitable weakness. You see, boys like you believe that power is everything. If you can outmuscle your prey, you've won. But you forget that physical strength only gets you so far.
You, Travis, are a bear. You find all the prey you can to tackle, mince and devour. But I am a gazelle. You can come at me all you want, but I am faster than you. I am more agile. Where you come lumbering in, looking for your next victim, I charge out a path the likes of which you will never closely follow.
The shadowed Spectre chuckles, scratching his chin. He takes a moment, extending his arm outward.
The only difference between that analogy and our encounter is that I will strike back. I will run circles around you, wearing you thin, making you too weak to fight. And that is when I will crash down on you, bringing the full fury of hell with me. I'll strike you down with the full might of a god, drop you for a three count and watch you wake up a month later wondering what in the name of Pete hit you.
At the end of the night, Travis, it's gonna be this spry little luchador smacking some respect into you, teaching you how fatal it can be to underestimate the power of the fight within. Bring everything you have, McKenna. Bring everything you will ever be worth; because when all is said and done, everything you bring to the table will be deemed worthless.
"You have been weighed. You have been measured. And you... Have been found... Wanting."
See you Monday, Travis.
Spectre spins around Michael Jackson style, walking into the darkness of the alley. A slight wind picks up, throwing dust and light debris about as we fade to static.