Post by america on Nov 8, 2020 23:32:00 GMT -5
Red.
The trainer’s room was covered in it. America had been getting broken glass pulled from his back for several minutes while trainers took time to check his neck for injuries and to mind any signs of concussion. He’d always known that when Zaigon Carter pulled the plug on their partnership, it would not be a handshake arrangement. Still he had underestimated the violence that the dissolution would come with. The trainers hadn’t finished pulling glass shards from his flesh when he was notified that his services would no longer be required in Action Wrestling. He knew Zaigon would think of it as some sort of revenge for the slights he perceived but it came as a relief. America wouldn’t have to seek revenge. He wouldn’t have to fight against a man he still felt indebted to.
More importantly…
Now he was free.
Free to focus on his title.
Free to build his own name.
Free to forge his own future.
He made a choice in his mind. He would never let himself be controlled like that again. He would never be owned again. He was a free man in a free country and it would stay that way forever more. Whether he should win or lose the challenges ahead of him in the industry, America Jackson would embrace his name and never again bow before a man as though they were a king.
He would know no masters.
This was the contract he made with himself.
Written in red.
Signed with blood.
John Blade.
You know, it’s funny. A lot of folks might have thought you and I would make a hell of a team. After all, we both talk big about repping the red, white, and blue. You even worked up a cute little winning streak with your open challenge, just like I did before you. Why couldn’t a couple good ol’ boys walk out there, be patriots, and fight the good fight together?
Fact is though John, you’re just not good enough to hang with me.
Two shots you got at the World Heavyweight Title. Two shots just handed to you and what do you do? Let them slip right through your fingers. I had to fight through a title defense and a match with every single champion in this company to get a chance at the World Title and when that bell rang, I came out with my hand raised. You walked on up and got handed a shot I had to fight tooth and nail for, got a chance at the title I only lost because I took on everything that came my way with both belts on the line. I have had ONE chance at the World Title and I won it. Now you’re handed two, come up short and you think you can challenge the best champ in this company?
Maybe that’s the trick though. Jason Ryan loses his rematch to me and gets handed two more. I beat Zeke to retain my title and he gets a shot at a World Title match. You lose your shots and get a match with me. Maybe what I have to do to get the rematch I deserve is drop the American Title.
But you know what?
Fuck that.
I am the best champion in FTW.
Longest reigning American Champ, most defenses, only man ever to hold both of the top singles titles simultaneously. If APW won’t stop with this cowardice and give me my rematch for the APW World Title?
Hell.
I’ll make the American Title the best in this business.
Damon Warrens can maintain the sham of being the Architect of this company. He can build up all the walls between the beating I’ll give him if he ever has the balls to face me. I’m a farmboy. I’ll make this belt’s prestige grow until there’s nothing left to question.
America Jackson is the best Champion in APW.
So John?
Sorry about your damn luck.
It’s time to see what a real American can do.
The trainer’s room was covered in it. America had been getting broken glass pulled from his back for several minutes while trainers took time to check his neck for injuries and to mind any signs of concussion. He’d always known that when Zaigon Carter pulled the plug on their partnership, it would not be a handshake arrangement. Still he had underestimated the violence that the dissolution would come with. The trainers hadn’t finished pulling glass shards from his flesh when he was notified that his services would no longer be required in Action Wrestling. He knew Zaigon would think of it as some sort of revenge for the slights he perceived but it came as a relief. America wouldn’t have to seek revenge. He wouldn’t have to fight against a man he still felt indebted to.
More importantly…
Now he was free.
Free to focus on his title.
Free to build his own name.
Free to forge his own future.
He made a choice in his mind. He would never let himself be controlled like that again. He would never be owned again. He was a free man in a free country and it would stay that way forever more. Whether he should win or lose the challenges ahead of him in the industry, America Jackson would embrace his name and never again bow before a man as though they were a king.
He would know no masters.
This was the contract he made with himself.
Written in red.
Signed with blood.
John Blade.
You know, it’s funny. A lot of folks might have thought you and I would make a hell of a team. After all, we both talk big about repping the red, white, and blue. You even worked up a cute little winning streak with your open challenge, just like I did before you. Why couldn’t a couple good ol’ boys walk out there, be patriots, and fight the good fight together?
Fact is though John, you’re just not good enough to hang with me.
Two shots you got at the World Heavyweight Title. Two shots just handed to you and what do you do? Let them slip right through your fingers. I had to fight through a title defense and a match with every single champion in this company to get a chance at the World Title and when that bell rang, I came out with my hand raised. You walked on up and got handed a shot I had to fight tooth and nail for, got a chance at the title I only lost because I took on everything that came my way with both belts on the line. I have had ONE chance at the World Title and I won it. Now you’re handed two, come up short and you think you can challenge the best champ in this company?
Maybe that’s the trick though. Jason Ryan loses his rematch to me and gets handed two more. I beat Zeke to retain my title and he gets a shot at a World Title match. You lose your shots and get a match with me. Maybe what I have to do to get the rematch I deserve is drop the American Title.
But you know what?
Fuck that.
I am the best champion in FTW.
Longest reigning American Champ, most defenses, only man ever to hold both of the top singles titles simultaneously. If APW won’t stop with this cowardice and give me my rematch for the APW World Title?
Hell.
I’ll make the American Title the best in this business.
Damon Warrens can maintain the sham of being the Architect of this company. He can build up all the walls between the beating I’ll give him if he ever has the balls to face me. I’m a farmboy. I’ll make this belt’s prestige grow until there’s nothing left to question.
America Jackson is the best Champion in APW.
So John?
Sorry about your damn luck.
It’s time to see what a real American can do.
