Not The Actual Events
May 31, 2020 13:49:39 GMT -5
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Post by Frank Venable on May 31, 2020 13:49:39 GMT -5
Confused. That was the prevailing feeling I had upon seeing the official card for APW Kingdom Come.
Solid, intense confusion.
I had made an appearance on Monday Night Metal to support my brother in arms Corey Black after his assault by the old demon himself Oblivion, fully prepared for any nonsense to come my way knowing Oblivion had a masked partner by his side. What followed was a solid fifteen or so minutes of disappointment as the face behind the cloak revealed himself to be Jaice Wilds, but until I had agreed to a singles match with the masked assailant at Kingdom Come.
And yet, as I checked the official website, the match was listed as a tag team match for the titles. Man Made Gods vs. Jaice and Oblivion.
No. No, this could not have been right. I signed a contract saying it'd be me against Jaice one on one. It didn't matter what match was happening, either way I'd decimate whatever body was put forward in front of me. I just needed confirmation.
So I did the sensible thing and rung up APW offices.
After a short wait, I was on the line with APW Secretary, Mr. Larson.
Solid, intense confusion.
I had made an appearance on Monday Night Metal to support my brother in arms Corey Black after his assault by the old demon himself Oblivion, fully prepared for any nonsense to come my way knowing Oblivion had a masked partner by his side. What followed was a solid fifteen or so minutes of disappointment as the face behind the cloak revealed himself to be Jaice Wilds, but until I had agreed to a singles match with the masked assailant at Kingdom Come.
And yet, as I checked the official website, the match was listed as a tag team match for the titles. Man Made Gods vs. Jaice and Oblivion.
No. No, this could not have been right. I signed a contract saying it'd be me against Jaice one on one. It didn't matter what match was happening, either way I'd decimate whatever body was put forward in front of me. I just needed confirmation.
So I did the sensible thing and rung up APW offices.
After a short wait, I was on the line with APW Secretary, Mr. Larson.
Larson: APW management here, how can I help you?
FPV: Yes hello, I'm one of your reigning tag team champions...
Larson: Ah yes. Mr. Venable I presume?
FPV: Exactly. Look, I was taking a look at the card for Kingdom Come and I think there's been some kind of mix up.
Larson: How do you mean?
FPV: I thought I was having a singles match against Jaice Wilds...
Larson: Oh! That. Well we did some looking after Metal and it turns out that Jaice hadn't gone through the proper channels to get his match with you finalized, and the contract was thus null and void. Plus, we received word that your partner Corey was in good enough shape to compete, so we made some executive changes.
FPV: Huh. Well alright then, I can live with that. Thank you for the explanation.
Larson: Of course sir! Getting ready for your next title defense then, champ?
Larson meant that as humor obviously, but as he said that my eyes gazed to the various things strewn about my bed. Protective eye wear. Face masks. Kevlar vest. And not a single piece of ring gear or title belt in sight. I turned my gaze away from my supplies and lied to him.
FPV: Of course. That's what fighting champs do, right?
Larson: Good! Thank you for your time, Mr. Venable.
He hung up the call, and I stared at my phone for a single second to make sure it was fully charged. The call had only consumed 1% of battery power. Good. I stashed my phone in my pocket and made my way out the hotel door.
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EXACTLY ONE DAY LATER.
Though my body was a little sore from the activities I had put myself through the previous day, I was thankful to have made it out alive. I was one of the lucky ones. Not everyone I met that day made it out in one piece. And as much as I wanted to feel for them, this was not the time for that. I was on a plane headed for London, where I was to do battle at APW's Kingdom Come pay per view. I couldn't let my primary job fall by the wayside, even during these turbulent times. I had fans to entertain and inspire, and a tag belt to defend.
That same smartphone in hand, I went live with the clouds passing by me through my window, a serene scene compared to what was happening in the country down below.
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FPV: Abject disappointment. Those two words are the best way I can describe the feeling of realizing that the cloaked man terrorizing my partner Corey was none other than the Masked Meme himself, Jaice Wilds.
Jaice, Oblivion, I'm going to tell you two right now, you're in way above your pay grade this time. You've both proven numerous times, against both I and Corey, that you can't cut it. Jaice, your loss to Corey at Evolution one year ago sent you into a spiral of utter madness that destroyed your reputation not only in AW, but in the entire sphere of professional wrestling itself. And Oblivion...well, what is there to say about you that hasn't already been said by me and Corey every time we've beaten you. No matter what era, no matter what federation, it's always the same story.
Gods. Over. IT.
I'll be honest Oblivion, finding new things to say and bring up about you is becoming a laborious process. I've faced you and beaten you often and consistently, yet you always come back to me with your fists balled up in barbed wire, ready to go again. On one hand, that's an almost admirable level of persistence coming from someone like you. On the other hand, have you ever heard the exact definition of insanity?
I have you got in every single facet of this sport. The monstrous power you possess? Worthless if you cant even get to me as I speed past you. Hardcore grit? This ain't a deathmatch, sorry bucko. Recent success? You dropped out of AW after going nowhere with Culture Shock, I became a three time World Champion and wrote my way into history.
We. Are. Not. The. Same. And we never will be. You will never surpass me, nor Corey Black, heck you won't even surpass Graham Baker at the trajectory your career is going, and he isn't even in APW!
There's no room in APW for Monsters. Only Gods
You could've had a fighting chance, though. I will give you that. You could've had a fighting chance...
...had you not chosen Jaice wilds as your partner.
Jaice, I'm going to try my best to be really polite here as I talk to you, but I'm still most likely going to fail. You have no chance against the Gods. You never had a chance against Corey, what makes you think you have a chance against Corey and the most successful partner he's ever had in his twenty-plus year career.
Your very presence offends every fiber of my soul, Jaice. You are a worm, a parasitic leech who latched onto Oblivion because he was the only one to give you the time of day. And he didn't come easily. You had to beg him, yes BEG HIM to join you in your conquest to "save Alpha Pro." Exactly WHAT are you saving us from, good taste? Also, as an extra fun fact, voice actuators make whining cries of "please join me" even more pathetic.
Jaice, we live in a world of controlled narratives. People strive to paint themselves in the best picture that they can, perform damage control, and make themselves look like they are in the right. Politicians do this all the time, just look at the man we currently call the President, constantly backtracking on any bad thing the media rightfully accuses him of. And Jaice, after Evolution 2, you tried your DAMNDEST to control your narrative to make yourself not seem like a loser.
Here's the issue Jaice. The President still has millions of Americans who believe his lies. No one ever believed the drivel you shoved down their throats.
Did you ever honestly in a million think anyone would buy the idea that you had sent out a stunt double to go fight Corey Black for you? Did you? And have you not considered trying such a dumb swindle on the entire wrestling fanbase would turn them against like no one has ever been turned against before? You think they'd ever take you seriously again? Because if you did, then you've just committed a heinous assault on every single wrestling fan's intelligence. Heinous. I've seen try to course correct, make your little return in AW, it was a bust from day one. OTher companies? Won't even give you a sliver of their attention. The only reason APW still let you into their doors is because here you're so lowkey and unnoticeable that you haven't committed any noticable wrestling sins on Alpha Pro soil.
So again I ask you...what exactly are you "saving" Alpha Pro from? Because if you say anything that amounts to "Action Wrestling" or "invading faction" than just get the fuck out of here with that. That narrative has become so trite and played out that it has lost whatever false meaning it had in the first place and now only exists as an excuse for weak competitors like you to bemoan the fact you can't even reach my level. Whoops, guess I'm failing to stay polite, aren't I?
Jaice, this match could've been me vs. you, me vs. Obi, you vs. Corey, Gods vs. you two, it could have been exactly ALL of the possible combinations made with us four and the result will always, 100 times out of 100, be the the exact same outcome.
Man. Made. Gods. VICTORIOUS.
Hell, that's even taken into account the fact that neither Corey nor I are in 100% shape. Corey from his onslaught of attacks he's tanked from the likes of you, and me...
Images of my exploits from the previous day flashed in my mind for a brief moment. The roar of the crowd around me, deeply dissatisfied with the system they’ve dealt with their entire lives. One name on their tongues, fists balled up in the air. These were people who were not about to be deterred, not even in the face of riot police.
I was there with them, there in the thick of it, shouting George Floyd’s name in unison with the masses, demanding change. I’ve always gone about my social responsibility as a man as wealthy (or in this case, as white) as I am, this was where I needed to be in this moment. My mask concealed my identity, and I finally realized why Jaice loved them so much. They really do so much to conceal your identity.
I’ve grown more and more frustrated living in Trump’s America. The President of Fake News and unchecked insanity, Trump will be remembered for his chaotic reign, and I can only hope that the next four years are more stable, no matter who is in the Oval Office.
Just as long as it isn’t him.
I snapped back to the reality at hand, laughing as I summed up my day as simply as possible.
FPV: ...well, let's just say I've been busy in my own way.
London's calling gents, I hope you're ready to hear what they have to say as we stamp you out.
I was there with them, there in the thick of it, shouting George Floyd’s name in unison with the masses, demanding change. I’ve always gone about my social responsibility as a man as wealthy (or in this case, as white) as I am, this was where I needed to be in this moment. My mask concealed my identity, and I finally realized why Jaice loved them so much. They really do so much to conceal your identity.
I’ve grown more and more frustrated living in Trump’s America. The President of Fake News and unchecked insanity, Trump will be remembered for his chaotic reign, and I can only hope that the next four years are more stable, no matter who is in the Oval Office.
Just as long as it isn’t him.
I snapped back to the reality at hand, laughing as I summed up my day as simply as possible.
FPV: ...well, let's just say I've been busy in my own way.
London's calling gents, I hope you're ready to hear what they have to say as we stamp you out.
