Dean Wolf's Apology Tour, Part III-C
Jul 20, 2019 1:36:22 GMT -5
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Post by Dean Wolf on Jul 20, 2019 1:36:22 GMT -5
Wolf shakes his head at Spartan’s unwillingness to back down. He uses his phone to record himself once again and tries a second time to get the kid full of piss and vinegar to reconsider his participation in the Triple Threat Match for the Hardcore Title at Alpha Showdown.
Dean Wolf: Spartan, I gotta give you a lot of credit. You know what you’re walking into at Alpha Showdown. You know that you’re walking in the middle of no man’s land. You’re walking onto a minefield filled with barbed wire. On one side is ZMAC’s trench and on the other side is my trench. ZMAC and I are gonna shoot at each other and you’ll be in the middle trying to dodge all that fire, and I know you're gonna return some of your own.
If my attention was something you wanted, you’ve got it. See, I want to forget about you and only focus on ZMAC, but it seems as if you won’t let me. Just like ZMAC, you’re persisting. You want to get into my head. Maybe you’re not playing mind games like ZMAC but you’re trying to get me to remember you and take you seriously.
I already take you seriously. I just don’t want to focus on you; but if you insist, I’ll put you in my cross hairs.
What do you want me to know about you? That you’re a tough kid? That you’re a hungry kid? That you’re a strong motherfucker? I learned all that in Atlantic City.
So what else do you want me to know about you? Maybe you want me to know that you have a death sentence. Maybe you want me to know that you’re somebody that wants to be punished, that wants to be harmed. Maybe you want me to know that you’re willing to be broken, beaten, and scarred by yours truly. Is that what you want me to know about you? Fine, now I know.
You me to know that you want my Hardcore Title? If you didn’t want my Hardcore Title, I’d question why you’re in APW in the first place.
I know everything I need to know about you.
Maybe you don’t know me that well. If you did, you wouldn’t be trying to get my attention. You already know about my War XIV story. It’s been told ad nauseam. You’ve already seen what I can do in a hardcore match when there’s fire coming at me on all sides. You already know that I hold grudges, and the people I hold grudges against get seriously hurt.
But what you might not know is that this isn’t my first time being a Hardcore Champion. I won the Hardcore Championship in WCF. You know who I beat for that title? A guy named Steven Singh, and he wasn’t just the Hardcore Champion when I beat him. He was also a two-time former WCF World Heavyweight Champion. This was a guy who, just like you and me, come onto the scene and opened a lot of people’s eyes. He was a once in a lifetime talent, a diamond in the rough.
And I beat him.
I beat him when nobody else thought I would do it except for me. I pinned him and I took his Hardcore Title away from him.
You also don’t know that I was the Dean of Discipline in a private school known as The Core Institute, run by my former mentor, Bernard Core. In that position, it was my job to manage the discipline of the school’s student body. I’m not proud of all of the things I did when dealing with those students.
He stops and thinks for a second.
Dean Wolf: Shit. Maybe I should add all of them to the Apology List.
He writes “Core Institute Student Body” on the Apology List.
Dean Wolf: Getting back to what I was saying, those kids didn’t want my attention like you do. If they got my attention, it wasn’t for a good reason. If they got my attention, they knew that punishment was around the corner, and when I dealt with them, there was no reasoning or negotiating. There wasn’t any effort to try and understand them and make a connection with them. There wasn’t just a slap on the wrist. There wasn’t milk and cookies waiting for the kids after I got done with them. No, my job was to instill discipline, no matter who the kid was.
I had to make an example out of a few kids. Some kids had to get the harsh punishment in order for the rest of the student body to learn what not to do. Some kids were sacrificed for the good of everybody else. After a while, those kids stopped getting my attention. There was no more running in the hall. There was no disrespect to teachers. There were no food fights. There were no more pranks. It was them seeing me, having fear coursing through their bodies, and learning to respect me. Like I said, I’m not proud of everything I’ve done, but you need to understand that I have experience working with people that get my attention when they shouldn't.
Just like those kids, I think I’m going to have to make an example out of you, just like I’m going to make an example out of ZMAC. The difference is that the example I’m setting with him is to not talk shit about my dead mother, whereas the example I’m gonna set with you is that when I say “stay out of my business,” I mean “stay out of my business.”
I am not looking to shorten your career. I’m looking to do that to ZMAC. I’m not looking to personally injure you. I’m looking to do that to ZMAC.
But you’re young, and with youth comes inexperience, short-sightedness, stubborness, stupidity. I’m not that much older than you but I’ve got some more gray hairs than you, which means that I know just a little bit more about life. One of the things I’ve learned is that you shouldn’t stick your nose in business that doesn’t concern you. You nose does not belong in my business on Monday. Your attendance is not required in the Hardcore Title match at Alpha Showdown. I don’t care how the card’s been booked. I’m not saying that because I think you don’t belong in the ring with me. I’m saying that because of the circumstances surrounding this match. This match is me and ZMAC settling our differences. He wants the Hardcore Title. I want to kill him. That’s what this match is about, and you’re coming into this thinking our opposite goals will be distractions, will serve as our downfalls, will help you get an edge.
I’ll tell you what: I think I can find a little room in this match to give you my full and undivided attention. If you really insist on having me go toe-to-toe with you, then fine. I’ll give ZMAC a break from my foot pounding his face to spend a little time with you.
And what do you think is gonna happen when we have some quality time together? We’re not gonna sit around and have a nice chat. We’re not gonna go get a drink. We’re not gonna swap road stories and be friends. I’m gonna punch you in the face, kick you in the nuts, and cut you down with The Kill. Then I’m gonna go back to doing what I want to do to ZMAC.
And if you somehow get up and decide that we still didn’t spend enough time together, then I’ll take you to the outside and I’ll drop you face-first on the announce table. In fact, I may put you through the announce table. I’ll throw you over the guardrail and I’ll give you a tour of the MGM Grand. Shit, we could re-create what ZMAC and I did in Atlantic City. I’ll throw you on the hood of a car and drive you wildly around the Las Vegas Strip. Then we’ll stop at Sapphire and have a good old brawl with some strippers. And finally, we’ll top it all off by taking a 65-mile drive to the middle of a fucking desert, where there’s a fucking nuclear plant that I can blow you up in! Unfortunately, I don’t see you having the chance to come back like "ol' Z" did.
I’m a wrestler. I’m a competitor, and I know it may seem like I’m losing sight of that because of my hatred for ZMAC, but you keep pulling me back to reality. You keep pulling back to why we’re having this match in the first place, which is because I have to defend my title. If you really want to be involved, son, I’ll invite you to the party. I’ll give you a seat at the table. Then, I’m gonna knock you off your seat, beat you over the head with it, and throw you out of the party.
Take heed of my warning: Don’t be an idiot.
Stay away from this match.
Stay away from me and ZMAC.
And live to fight another day.
He ends the video and posts it to his social media account.
The kid ain’t gonna listen. I wouldn’t either. At least I’m giving him fair warning. That’ll help me look at myself in the mirror after I beat his brains in and cause him to go into physical therapy to learn how to use simple motor skills again like picking up a fucking toy wooden block.
He breaths a heavy sigh.
Tomorrow he has to get on a plane to Las Vegas. He’ll have to spend the weekend at the airport, on a plane, in a rental car, checking into a hotel room, going to the MGM Grand early to cut promos, possibly have to say a word or two to Irina Ivanova (if he can’t avoid her), and then Monday will come around and he’ll have to...go into the ring and lose his humanity for a little while.
It’s going to be a busy weekend. It’s going to be a hectic, stressful weekend.
He turns off his cell phone and sits back, closing his eyes again.
And tries to think of another good memory of Katie. This is all he wants to do before the whirlwind of Alpha Showdown.
For a little while, he just wants to get lost in the past...
Dean Wolf: Spartan, I gotta give you a lot of credit. You know what you’re walking into at Alpha Showdown. You know that you’re walking in the middle of no man’s land. You’re walking onto a minefield filled with barbed wire. On one side is ZMAC’s trench and on the other side is my trench. ZMAC and I are gonna shoot at each other and you’ll be in the middle trying to dodge all that fire, and I know you're gonna return some of your own.
If my attention was something you wanted, you’ve got it. See, I want to forget about you and only focus on ZMAC, but it seems as if you won’t let me. Just like ZMAC, you’re persisting. You want to get into my head. Maybe you’re not playing mind games like ZMAC but you’re trying to get me to remember you and take you seriously.
I already take you seriously. I just don’t want to focus on you; but if you insist, I’ll put you in my cross hairs.
What do you want me to know about you? That you’re a tough kid? That you’re a hungry kid? That you’re a strong motherfucker? I learned all that in Atlantic City.
So what else do you want me to know about you? Maybe you want me to know that you have a death sentence. Maybe you want me to know that you’re somebody that wants to be punished, that wants to be harmed. Maybe you want me to know that you’re willing to be broken, beaten, and scarred by yours truly. Is that what you want me to know about you? Fine, now I know.
You me to know that you want my Hardcore Title? If you didn’t want my Hardcore Title, I’d question why you’re in APW in the first place.
I know everything I need to know about you.
Maybe you don’t know me that well. If you did, you wouldn’t be trying to get my attention. You already know about my War XIV story. It’s been told ad nauseam. You’ve already seen what I can do in a hardcore match when there’s fire coming at me on all sides. You already know that I hold grudges, and the people I hold grudges against get seriously hurt.
But what you might not know is that this isn’t my first time being a Hardcore Champion. I won the Hardcore Championship in WCF. You know who I beat for that title? A guy named Steven Singh, and he wasn’t just the Hardcore Champion when I beat him. He was also a two-time former WCF World Heavyweight Champion. This was a guy who, just like you and me, come onto the scene and opened a lot of people’s eyes. He was a once in a lifetime talent, a diamond in the rough.
And I beat him.
I beat him when nobody else thought I would do it except for me. I pinned him and I took his Hardcore Title away from him.
You also don’t know that I was the Dean of Discipline in a private school known as The Core Institute, run by my former mentor, Bernard Core. In that position, it was my job to manage the discipline of the school’s student body. I’m not proud of all of the things I did when dealing with those students.
He stops and thinks for a second.
Dean Wolf: Shit. Maybe I should add all of them to the Apology List.
He writes “Core Institute Student Body” on the Apology List.
Dean Wolf: Getting back to what I was saying, those kids didn’t want my attention like you do. If they got my attention, it wasn’t for a good reason. If they got my attention, they knew that punishment was around the corner, and when I dealt with them, there was no reasoning or negotiating. There wasn’t any effort to try and understand them and make a connection with them. There wasn’t just a slap on the wrist. There wasn’t milk and cookies waiting for the kids after I got done with them. No, my job was to instill discipline, no matter who the kid was.
I had to make an example out of a few kids. Some kids had to get the harsh punishment in order for the rest of the student body to learn what not to do. Some kids were sacrificed for the good of everybody else. After a while, those kids stopped getting my attention. There was no more running in the hall. There was no disrespect to teachers. There were no food fights. There were no more pranks. It was them seeing me, having fear coursing through their bodies, and learning to respect me. Like I said, I’m not proud of everything I’ve done, but you need to understand that I have experience working with people that get my attention when they shouldn't.
Just like those kids, I think I’m going to have to make an example out of you, just like I’m going to make an example out of ZMAC. The difference is that the example I’m setting with him is to not talk shit about my dead mother, whereas the example I’m gonna set with you is that when I say “stay out of my business,” I mean “stay out of my business.”
I am not looking to shorten your career. I’m looking to do that to ZMAC. I’m not looking to personally injure you. I’m looking to do that to ZMAC.
But you’re young, and with youth comes inexperience, short-sightedness, stubborness, stupidity. I’m not that much older than you but I’ve got some more gray hairs than you, which means that I know just a little bit more about life. One of the things I’ve learned is that you shouldn’t stick your nose in business that doesn’t concern you. You nose does not belong in my business on Monday. Your attendance is not required in the Hardcore Title match at Alpha Showdown. I don’t care how the card’s been booked. I’m not saying that because I think you don’t belong in the ring with me. I’m saying that because of the circumstances surrounding this match. This match is me and ZMAC settling our differences. He wants the Hardcore Title. I want to kill him. That’s what this match is about, and you’re coming into this thinking our opposite goals will be distractions, will serve as our downfalls, will help you get an edge.
I’ll tell you what: I think I can find a little room in this match to give you my full and undivided attention. If you really insist on having me go toe-to-toe with you, then fine. I’ll give ZMAC a break from my foot pounding his face to spend a little time with you.
And what do you think is gonna happen when we have some quality time together? We’re not gonna sit around and have a nice chat. We’re not gonna go get a drink. We’re not gonna swap road stories and be friends. I’m gonna punch you in the face, kick you in the nuts, and cut you down with The Kill. Then I’m gonna go back to doing what I want to do to ZMAC.
And if you somehow get up and decide that we still didn’t spend enough time together, then I’ll take you to the outside and I’ll drop you face-first on the announce table. In fact, I may put you through the announce table. I’ll throw you over the guardrail and I’ll give you a tour of the MGM Grand. Shit, we could re-create what ZMAC and I did in Atlantic City. I’ll throw you on the hood of a car and drive you wildly around the Las Vegas Strip. Then we’ll stop at Sapphire and have a good old brawl with some strippers. And finally, we’ll top it all off by taking a 65-mile drive to the middle of a fucking desert, where there’s a fucking nuclear plant that I can blow you up in! Unfortunately, I don’t see you having the chance to come back like "ol' Z" did.
I’m a wrestler. I’m a competitor, and I know it may seem like I’m losing sight of that because of my hatred for ZMAC, but you keep pulling me back to reality. You keep pulling back to why we’re having this match in the first place, which is because I have to defend my title. If you really want to be involved, son, I’ll invite you to the party. I’ll give you a seat at the table. Then, I’m gonna knock you off your seat, beat you over the head with it, and throw you out of the party.
Take heed of my warning: Don’t be an idiot.
Stay away from this match.
Stay away from me and ZMAC.
And live to fight another day.
He ends the video and posts it to his social media account.
The kid ain’t gonna listen. I wouldn’t either. At least I’m giving him fair warning. That’ll help me look at myself in the mirror after I beat his brains in and cause him to go into physical therapy to learn how to use simple motor skills again like picking up a fucking toy wooden block.
He breaths a heavy sigh.
Tomorrow he has to get on a plane to Las Vegas. He’ll have to spend the weekend at the airport, on a plane, in a rental car, checking into a hotel room, going to the MGM Grand early to cut promos, possibly have to say a word or two to Irina Ivanova (if he can’t avoid her), and then Monday will come around and he’ll have to...go into the ring and lose his humanity for a little while.
It’s going to be a busy weekend. It’s going to be a hectic, stressful weekend.
He turns off his cell phone and sits back, closing his eyes again.
And tries to think of another good memory of Katie. This is all he wants to do before the whirlwind of Alpha Showdown.
For a little while, he just wants to get lost in the past...
