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Post by REDEFINE Pro on Aug 30, 2015 1:14:50 GMT
Non Title Match: Declan Black vs Caliban
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2015 5:55:20 GMT
Go on Decky say it, JUST FUCKING SAY IT, tell the world how you think that now I have won the title that I think I am the best in the company, that it somehow vindicates everything I have been saying and how on Saturday night you are going to prove me wrong. God damn it's the same shit every week and its so damn consistent I can predict it before its being said, I mean think about it, last week Jonny Ajax the former world champion and all respect to him if anything he earned the right to call himself that in Manhattan, welcomed me to the main event, this guy who was on my team for the biggest match in Redefine's history in the main event where I won yet another war for this company, this is the guy who actually main evented the first show back when this companies rebirth became reality
He lights a smoke and continues on
And Declan a few weeks before rambled on, on twitter about how Death By Velocity aren't shit and haven't been main event players or as Ajax put it Money guys, god you know what, yes you are in the wrestling industry but that does not give you the ability to throw around terms that have no real context, I could stand here and tell you I am going to bury Declan Black but in truth I could walk out there and have the best match of my life, I know what he is capable of and then I could come back here and tell you all yet again I buried him simply by winning, now this is 4th wall shit I'm sorry you all know what I mean when I say these things that's why our fans are better than most. And I assume the subject of me being a tag team wrestler and needing to be put back down where I belong will come up
He takes a swig from a can of coke and another long drag of his cigarette
And then in the end we will get the old, "and what did Caliban do to deserve his shot" we will hear all about his heroic rise to the title and how he and Ajax had classics for it and how he and Sasha Foote nearly killed each other for the shot I took but in truth neither of you would of been number one contender if I hadnt been defending this
He glances at the Tag Title on his right shoulder
See all that time I was busy, I had other things to worry about because I love my team as much as myself and that tag title means as much to me as this
He Glances at the world title on his left shoulder
But you see Declan the reason I took that shot was because I earned it, how else do you think I was able to choose when to strike and win
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Post by declanblack on Sept 4, 2015 4:02:45 GMT
*Declan Black is in a hotel room, bathed in the blue light of a laptop computer. He's obviously been crying recently, from the looks of his puffy eyes and drained countenance. He speaks in a sad, but steady, tone.*
I guess it was never really that big of a secret...I'm an abuse victim. And given that this would've been my dad's 60th birthday...welll, the reminders are there.
Not that I give a shit about anybody feeling sorry for me. Believe me, I'm doing fine. I'm married, I got a girlfriend in addition to that, I'm richer than most people could even comprehend. I should just lock the memories away somewhere in the inner recesses of my mind, right? And I really wish I could do that, you guys don't even know.
But I can't. I've never been able to shake them. Even when I do things well, it's just never well enough for my subconscious. I always hear my father's voice in my head, telling me I'm worthless and I'll never be good enough. I always keep those memories, of when I'd bring school stuff home, and he'd beat me with his belt for every point I was under 100. Blacks were supposed to be effortlessly perfect. I just never could be. I was excellent, a dream of a kid and teenager...but never excellent enough. Never enough of a dream for them.
Those memories...that voice...they've dogged me throughout my wrestling career. My every failure, all I saw in the mirror was my father's face screaming insults at me. And all I could do was cry, because what are you gonna do, hit him? Every toe placed before pure excellence was another indictment, another reason why I was a worthless nothing who would be better off drowned than polluting the earth.
But then I won a world title, the NAPW World's Heavyweight Championship. I went undefeated for a while. Then I won the 2CW Championship as well, and that voice, it finally shut up, those memories, they finally left me alone, because I was finally good enough. I could be content, I could smile. It was in that time that I met my wife. Things couldn't have been better, especially when I broke out and had the best reign in the history of that belt.
But then, Youth Gone Wild happened. I let myself get complacent, and I lost to Johnny Ajax. And I walked out, and I saw that face in a puddle on the street...I was back to worthlessness. And then I failed to win the rematch, in my hometown, with every variable in my favour.
Jordan, I can't afford to live like that any longer. And if that means I have to take you out, I'll do it without blinking an eye. I will beat your hope just like the hope was beaten out of me all those years ago.
Anything less is unacceptable.
*He reaches up, cutting off the webcam feed.*
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