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The Spotlight
Topic Started: Jul 18 2013, 10:29 PM (204 Views)
Jammah


For a moment there is nothing but blackness. This lasts just long enough that, just as you’re about to check that the video has buffered properly or that flash hasn’t crashed on you or whatever when a familiar voice rings out.

“And, in the immortal words of The Lord, Himself – ‘let there be light’!”

A loud ‘SNAP!’ sound echoes out a heartbeat after the last syllable and a beam of light suddenly stabs out, illuminating a small circular area. Inside of which is a familiar, black clad figure. Dressed in the familiar black suit along with matching waistcoat and white dress shirt, the man known by and revelling under the moniker of ‘Television’s Most Hated Man’, Jason – By God – Violent himself. The light from what, presumably, has to be a fairly strong spotlight glitters off the silver-steel TRIAD cufflinks at his wrists and the familiar golden shape of the WsW ULTIMATE Wrestling Championship belt that rests over his right shoulder.

Yeah, apparently he never gave it back after the place closed. What a dick, huh?

Violent smirks for a moment, letting the image settle in everyone’s minds for a while, before he speaks, adjusting the title belt across his shoulder as he does so.


“… and lo, then there was light. Or… words to that effect anyway. And while I may not claim to be the almighty Himself, when it comes to being in that ring… well, I hate to toot my own horn…”

His smirk shows just how much he ‘hates’ it. – i.e. not at all.

“… but as far as being in that ring goes I’m the closest thing to a God you’re currently going to find. You might call that statement arrogant, you might call it egotistical… and hell, you’d even be right. But if I am arrogant it’s because I have a damn good reason – it’s because I am, pound for pound, the BEST all-round wrestler lacing up the boots today. As the saying goes, ‘it ain’t bragging if you back it up’ and this?”

He looks down at the belt over his shoulder for a second, adjusts it again, just to hammer his poi9nt home, before finally resuming.

“This title PROVED that, in this promotion’s original run, I was the BEST wrestler on the roster. I defended this title against anybody who stepped up and none of them – NONE of them were good enough to beat me. When this promotion went under due to somebody taking the ‘spend money to make money’ maxim too far in the spend direction, nobody had been good enough to take this away from me – not Chris Jacks, not Savage, not Davis, not Elvira, not Hunter, not ANYBODY.”

He pauses and glances down at it again.

“… and right about now I’m sure most of you are wondering why I still have this belt. The answer’s quite simple – because it’s MY belt. I created this belt; I took the old UcW title that Vinny Masters so prized and purged it of the taint of its inferior holders, remoulding it into something new, something greater. I defended it against all comers, as I said before… and if anybody is going to take it away from me, it’s going to be in the middle of the ring, in a wrestling match. Of course I’m sure Burnside has other ideas; after all, we’ve all seen the promotional release for the first show, about how she will make an announcement about the state of the titles. Now I’d like to think that she’d do the right thing and let those of us who ended as champions have the choice of keeping their belts but honestly?”

He tilts his head and quirks a sardonic eyebrow.

“… this is Burnside we’re talking about here, a woman whose concept of being unbiased is… lacking at best. I’d like to think that maybe she’s changed in the year since I last had to deal with her… but yeah… no. The limited interaction I’ve had with her so far I’m inclined to doubt it. Knowing her the ‘announcement’ for the Ultimate title will be at best a tournament – rigged of course so that Hunter, Richter and everyone else who sucks up to her get easy paths to the final and everyone else get screwed – and at worst a simple case of her handing the belt off to one of the above. “

He pauses a second, then shrugs.

“Of course there’s the slight possibility that I’m wrong – it does actually happen sometimes, shocking I know, but it does. But there is the very, very slight possibility that I’m doing Burnside a disservice here and that she’s actually going to do the right thing for once. And hell, if she does, then I’m even willing to do her a solid and put this bad boy on the line in the one match she actually decided to book. Not, of course, that I’d be doing it out of the generosity of my heart or anything like that. Oh no, I freely admit I’ve got an ulterior motive here.”

He smirks.

“Alright Max, I know you’ve been waiting patiently for this, but perk your little ears up, ‘cause this is the bit where I get round to talking about you. And don’t worry, I’m not going to call in the lawyer on that little… verbal snafu… you made in your promo regarding Jenny. I’m feeling in a pretty good mood after all. But a little bit of advice for the future – don’t. EVER. use the ‘S-word’ when talking about that little bitch again. Because if you do…”

He pauses, the stony expression his face had adopted slowly melting away to be replaced with another smirk. There’s no humor in this one though. Nothing but cold, vindictive self-satisfaction.

“… well, you don’t need me to spell out what’ll happen to you. You just need to go ask your old punching bag, Parker Davis… if you can find him in whatever dumpster he’s sleeping in these days, that is.”

He half-snorts a laugh at a joke seemingly only he finds funny.

“… and as for the other insults you threw my way… really Max? Really? You honestly want to go there? Because I’ve got a whole room’s worth of materiel for you if you do, Mr ‘Head of ELITE’, Mr ‘Guy who won the UcW Title through count-out’ Mr ‘spent his WsW tenure jerking the curtain on Mayhem’. You want to get into a dick measuring contest as to who can bury the other better? Because I can and will put you in a hole so deep you’ll be coming out somewhere in China… and honestly Max… that isn’t the guy I want to fight.”

He shakes his head.

“No, you see Max… I want the man you used to be, before you got fat and lazy, I want the man who won multiple world championships, who won Battle of the Warriors. You call yourself a man who has nothing left to lose? Well I’m gonna damn well expect you to act like it. I want you to come at me with everything you have to give and more. I want you to wrestle as if this match was your last, as if this damn belt was on the line- hell if Burnside has a working braincell and can see a good thing for what it is it might even be. I want you to wrestle like a champion Max… because when I bet you – and make no bones about it Max, I WILL beat you – I want it to mean something. I want to beat the best because you’re only as good as the person you beat. And I’ve beaten the best Max. That’s why I’m standing here an undefeated, unbroken and ULTIMATE Champion because I’ve beaten everyone… well almost everyone…” the last is added with an almost sheepish smile “… there is to beat. That’s why I’m the best. That’s why I’m here. Not back in Wyldside, here, standing in this…”

He punctuates his statement with a gesture of his free hand, pointing downward.

“I saw your little promo with the whole ‘light in the darkness’ thing. Cute… but woefully mistaken. You’re no candle flame, flickering in the darkness Max. The only light in the darkness of Wyldside Wrestling is the spotlight of success right here… and as you can see, right now it’s shining down on me. You say you want to stand on top of the mountain again? This is it Max! You think your journey to the top begins with me? Well, you’re half-right, because I AM the top of the mountain. This title, this spotlight – these two things are what every wrestler in Wyldside Wrestling wants. This title, this spotlight – these two things are MINE! And Max… you want these? Hunter, you want these? Richter, Savage, Elvira, anyone else… you want these? Because you’re going to have to earn them and earn them the hard way – by prying them out of my cold, dead hands! Because in case you all forgot, my name is Jason – By God – Violent and I am the best damn wrestler in the world! I prove it each and every time I step in the ring and Max Cameron, this coming Massacre you’re going to once again experience that first hand when I kick your ass square in the middle of the ring. But don’t feel bad Max, it’s not necessarily that you suck – it’s just that I’m just that damn good! Oh, and one last thing, whoever that anonymous jerk is that wants my attention so bad…”

He pauses, then smirks

“… there you go. There’s your little mention, go enjoy it, because that’s all my attention you’re worth. Try harder next time MARK!”

Grinning like the prick he is he flashes the ‘V for Violence’ holding it for a second, before flicking up the pinky finger to complete the TRIAD handsign, which he holds until, with another audible click the spotlight cuts off.

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