Post by america on Oct 25, 2020 20:19:56 GMT -5
The blink of an eye.
That was all it took. America felt the hand around his legs. Felt as Andrew Barnes slipped from his grasp. He was on his second title match of the night. He had never been in a cage. For just a moment those facts swirled and twisted, leaving him vulnerable. All it had taken was a moment and the World Heavyweight Title had slipped away from him. Then darkness fell and he was swept away.
“Titles come and go.” the Octopus said.
“Undisputed best American Champ ever.” Zaigon said.
Painting the night as a victory even as the most important thing…the title that he needed more than any other slipped from his grasp to a man he was sure that he could wrestle circles around on any other night. America couldn’t stand it. Couldn’t deal with the fact that he’d let himself get caught up in the same hubris that had taken his forebearers down. In his gut, he knew that he’d failed when it mattered most. Now he had to think hard about who he needed to be moving forward.
Injustice.
After bravely defending both of his titles at World War Wrestling, America Jackson had his world title taken…stolen from him by the people of this very company. America Jackson is a wrestler. He agreed to wrestle one man and then another. He did not agree to do this while having to adapt to additional stipulations and face the interference of outside parties.
And then.
And THEN.
This company deigns not to grant him the rematch he so clearly deserves, instead giving that shot to a mess of has beens and never weres while America must defend the title that is his namesake against a man with no great achievements to his name. As additional seconds tick by where Andrew Barnes holds the World Championship as a false champion, America Jackson has to occupy himself by beating this…nothing of a contender and acting as though that will suffice.
Well that’s fine.
The great make things greater around them. If you will not give America Jackson the rematch with Andrew Barnes which he so richly deserves, then he will continue to cement himself as the greatest American Champion in company history by stacking defense after defense on as the reign continues day after day into forever. He’s beaten the record length. This match will beat the record number of defenses. He left previous top champion Lex Collins behind him last month. If you wanted him to fail, giving him the grounds to be the absolute best ever may not have been your best choice.
And Daniel Christopher, you pathetic little failure. I hope you listen well to this so that you understand what’s going to happen. America Jackson is going to step out there and he’s going to break you. He’s going to show you just where you stand relative to the truly great and how far out of your depth you are. There was a chance that with time and experience you could have become something. That ends here. The idea of Daniel Christopher being anything more than Wiki data for this event comes to an abrupt close at this show.
It’s not personal.
You don’t matter enough for it to be personal.
It’s just that the true champion, America Jackson, needs to show this company that if that want him to play silly games with their silly little toys?
Well.
Some things will get broken.
It had been some time since America had worked in the fields.
He spent so much time away that he had long since hired farmhands who could keep it running smoothly. His hands, once always covered in soot and callouses, had become soft and clean over time. In a way it felt as though he had forgotten himself. The champion of champions, the man who stood atop the world on a throne justified by the gold at his waist. The self he had become to be the best made the world he’d come from seem so far away.
His hands blistered now.
He’d come back home in the hopes of finding something. Clarity or insight or even just hope. He had been pushing forward so fast and for so long that he feared what he may discover if he took the time to look back. The America Jackson he’d become was different from the one who set out years ago with some skills and some dreams. He needed to decide if what he was becoming was truly the path he was meant to be on or if it was time to pull things to a halt.
He thought of his mother, as he often did when things got difficult. He thought of his father, as he rarely did without anger. He thought of how little he’d known them. The ideal they presented being seen through the eyes of a child meant that he didn’t truly understand the struggles and crises that had shaped the choices they’d made, for better or worse. He never understood them as peers and with the way things had turned out, he never truly would.
He never understood himself either.
He hadn’t had the time or the space. He had been too focused on one crisis or another with each feeling more pressing than the last. He’d always said he’d get married at eighteen and have kids by twenty. Those years were long past and he still hadn’t given much thought to love. He thought of Isaiah…then he thought quickly of anything else.
America believed that to know his future, he had to look to his past. But what did his past hold but more ghosts? He was tired of feeling haunted. Tired of being told he was great and having to look himself in the mirror and see more of the same demons chasing him. He was so tired…
His hands bled.
Still he had work to do.
I have given so much to this company.
Each and every night, I go out there and I bust my ass. I fight the men they want me to fight and I beat them one by one. I win their titles and I elevate them by being the best damn champion they could hope for. I had five title matches in four weeks and a sixth one non-title on top of that. I was pushing harder than anyone else out there and still they had to stack it on with their stipulations and a manager getting cute.
I am the absolute best wrestler in this company.
So they fucked me.
They threw everything they could at me to get my titles away from me because I was the greatness they’ve always been afraid of. I wasn’t afraid to go out and show just how good I was. I wouldn’t be cowed into letting one title be enough. I was going to take the whole damn place and they knew they could only delay it for so long.
So they fucked me.
They tried to go two for two. Have golden boy Architect Lex Collins come back and make me secondary to his time with this title. Didn’t work though. Hell, blew up in their face. Cemented me as the absolute best champ this belt has ever had and on this one I’m still going. But they got the APW World Title away from me. I’ll give them that. And while Jason Ryan has managed to fall backwards into two rematches in a month, here I am locked out of my rightly deserved shot at the gold.
I should be APW Champion.
I should be in the main event.
Instead I’m here defending the title that made me and that I made better in return.
So fine. Let’s be a champion. Of course, as a champion I’m not entirely clear what Daniel Christopher has done to earn his shot. He hasn’t beaten other champions like I did or gone undefeated like I had. Hell, he took a loss just before being granted his contender’s match. If anything I should be getting the chance to wring Johnny Legend’s brittle old neck for what he did to me. But instead it’s just…
Daniel Christopher.
I know you think this is going to be your big break, Daniel. You pinned a former world champion, one who’s inexplicably getting another shot at the gold in order to get this shot tonight. Jason Ryan retired Damon Warrens for a few months and scavenged his way to a belt. On one level, you should be proud of what that victory means at this stage of your career.
But Daniel.
I made Jason Ryan my bitch.
I broke his dreams of being champion again.
Just like I’ll break your dreams.
Because I am what a champion should be.
I am the champion America needs.
Take your shot. I’ll show you where you belong. Then I’ll show the winner of the main event tonight just what the Best in the World looks like. Because while you may be content to work your way through one match after another until you get your shots, I will not have my time squandered like that. I will be the World Heavyweight Champion again and I will keep my American Championship firmly where it belongs. You can bring your absolute best. It won’t be enough.
I am *the* American Champion.
2020-Forever.
Fuck anyone who gets in my way.
That was all it took. America felt the hand around his legs. Felt as Andrew Barnes slipped from his grasp. He was on his second title match of the night. He had never been in a cage. For just a moment those facts swirled and twisted, leaving him vulnerable. All it had taken was a moment and the World Heavyweight Title had slipped away from him. Then darkness fell and he was swept away.
“Titles come and go.” the Octopus said.
“Undisputed best American Champ ever.” Zaigon said.
Painting the night as a victory even as the most important thing…the title that he needed more than any other slipped from his grasp to a man he was sure that he could wrestle circles around on any other night. America couldn’t stand it. Couldn’t deal with the fact that he’d let himself get caught up in the same hubris that had taken his forebearers down. In his gut, he knew that he’d failed when it mattered most. Now he had to think hard about who he needed to be moving forward.
Injustice.
After bravely defending both of his titles at World War Wrestling, America Jackson had his world title taken…stolen from him by the people of this very company. America Jackson is a wrestler. He agreed to wrestle one man and then another. He did not agree to do this while having to adapt to additional stipulations and face the interference of outside parties.
And then.
And THEN.
This company deigns not to grant him the rematch he so clearly deserves, instead giving that shot to a mess of has beens and never weres while America must defend the title that is his namesake against a man with no great achievements to his name. As additional seconds tick by where Andrew Barnes holds the World Championship as a false champion, America Jackson has to occupy himself by beating this…nothing of a contender and acting as though that will suffice.
Well that’s fine.
The great make things greater around them. If you will not give America Jackson the rematch with Andrew Barnes which he so richly deserves, then he will continue to cement himself as the greatest American Champion in company history by stacking defense after defense on as the reign continues day after day into forever. He’s beaten the record length. This match will beat the record number of defenses. He left previous top champion Lex Collins behind him last month. If you wanted him to fail, giving him the grounds to be the absolute best ever may not have been your best choice.
And Daniel Christopher, you pathetic little failure. I hope you listen well to this so that you understand what’s going to happen. America Jackson is going to step out there and he’s going to break you. He’s going to show you just where you stand relative to the truly great and how far out of your depth you are. There was a chance that with time and experience you could have become something. That ends here. The idea of Daniel Christopher being anything more than Wiki data for this event comes to an abrupt close at this show.
It’s not personal.
You don’t matter enough for it to be personal.
It’s just that the true champion, America Jackson, needs to show this company that if that want him to play silly games with their silly little toys?
Well.
Some things will get broken.
It had been some time since America had worked in the fields.
He spent so much time away that he had long since hired farmhands who could keep it running smoothly. His hands, once always covered in soot and callouses, had become soft and clean over time. In a way it felt as though he had forgotten himself. The champion of champions, the man who stood atop the world on a throne justified by the gold at his waist. The self he had become to be the best made the world he’d come from seem so far away.
His hands blistered now.
He’d come back home in the hopes of finding something. Clarity or insight or even just hope. He had been pushing forward so fast and for so long that he feared what he may discover if he took the time to look back. The America Jackson he’d become was different from the one who set out years ago with some skills and some dreams. He needed to decide if what he was becoming was truly the path he was meant to be on or if it was time to pull things to a halt.
He thought of his mother, as he often did when things got difficult. He thought of his father, as he rarely did without anger. He thought of how little he’d known them. The ideal they presented being seen through the eyes of a child meant that he didn’t truly understand the struggles and crises that had shaped the choices they’d made, for better or worse. He never understood them as peers and with the way things had turned out, he never truly would.
He never understood himself either.
He hadn’t had the time or the space. He had been too focused on one crisis or another with each feeling more pressing than the last. He’d always said he’d get married at eighteen and have kids by twenty. Those years were long past and he still hadn’t given much thought to love. He thought of Isaiah…then he thought quickly of anything else.
America believed that to know his future, he had to look to his past. But what did his past hold but more ghosts? He was tired of feeling haunted. Tired of being told he was great and having to look himself in the mirror and see more of the same demons chasing him. He was so tired…
His hands bled.
Still he had work to do.
I have given so much to this company.
Each and every night, I go out there and I bust my ass. I fight the men they want me to fight and I beat them one by one. I win their titles and I elevate them by being the best damn champion they could hope for. I had five title matches in four weeks and a sixth one non-title on top of that. I was pushing harder than anyone else out there and still they had to stack it on with their stipulations and a manager getting cute.
I am the absolute best wrestler in this company.
So they fucked me.
They threw everything they could at me to get my titles away from me because I was the greatness they’ve always been afraid of. I wasn’t afraid to go out and show just how good I was. I wouldn’t be cowed into letting one title be enough. I was going to take the whole damn place and they knew they could only delay it for so long.
So they fucked me.
They tried to go two for two. Have golden boy Architect Lex Collins come back and make me secondary to his time with this title. Didn’t work though. Hell, blew up in their face. Cemented me as the absolute best champ this belt has ever had and on this one I’m still going. But they got the APW World Title away from me. I’ll give them that. And while Jason Ryan has managed to fall backwards into two rematches in a month, here I am locked out of my rightly deserved shot at the gold.
I should be APW Champion.
I should be in the main event.
Instead I’m here defending the title that made me and that I made better in return.
So fine. Let’s be a champion. Of course, as a champion I’m not entirely clear what Daniel Christopher has done to earn his shot. He hasn’t beaten other champions like I did or gone undefeated like I had. Hell, he took a loss just before being granted his contender’s match. If anything I should be getting the chance to wring Johnny Legend’s brittle old neck for what he did to me. But instead it’s just…
Daniel Christopher.
I know you think this is going to be your big break, Daniel. You pinned a former world champion, one who’s inexplicably getting another shot at the gold in order to get this shot tonight. Jason Ryan retired Damon Warrens for a few months and scavenged his way to a belt. On one level, you should be proud of what that victory means at this stage of your career.
But Daniel.
I made Jason Ryan my bitch.
I broke his dreams of being champion again.
Just like I’ll break your dreams.
Because I am what a champion should be.
I am the champion America needs.
Take your shot. I’ll show you where you belong. Then I’ll show the winner of the main event tonight just what the Best in the World looks like. Because while you may be content to work your way through one match after another until you get your shots, I will not have my time squandered like that. I will be the World Heavyweight Champion again and I will keep my American Championship firmly where it belongs. You can bring your absolute best. It won’t be enough.
I am *the* American Champion.
2020-Forever.
Fuck anyone who gets in my way.
