Post by Christian Gold on Feb 12, 2010 15:10:44 GMT -5
" In a perfect world, perhaps we could have been friends. And could you imagine us as allies. Of course I should likely reiterate "in A perfect world" in there. Don't think I've forgotten about The Truth. But come now, Dustin. You and I both know the truth, no pun intended, about that situation. We sre not allies. We are not friends. I never agreed with your bantering of destiny and fate.About how this is your time. I speak in jest, of course. No offense meant. But imagine it, Dustin. Imagine if you and I were to team up and become allies. We would rule this company. Because let's face it, Dustin. It really is just you and I, isn't it. These other peons, they can try and struggle to attain the kind of success we've earned. But you and I both know all their efforts are in vain.
"I guess im some way I do agree with you, if even only somewhat. You are the greatest foe I'll ever face. There's no denying that. But even if you are the greatest foe, it means nothing. Absolutely nothing. I am the greatest wrestler to ever live. And you will, forever be, second best. I will defeat you, Dustin. It's only a matter of time before you're forced to come to that hard realization. How does reality feel? I don't really have to ask. It hit me hard once, too. When I'd seen what inevitably would become of this sport if the didn't have a Champion a Hero to save it. But unlike others, Dustin, I didn't let the fear paralyze me. In fact, instead I decided I was going to do something about it. I made the conscious decision to be a paladin of honor and destroy those who would cause this to happen. I would come through and prove week in and week out why the people need me, why this company needs me. And when I encountered anyone who would try and stop me, I erased them from their miserable existence.
" Now look at you. I can see the jealousy in your eyes. It's no secret you yearn for what I have. You desire my athleticism you want to take my title shot away from me. I can see the hatred. You don't agree with what I do. You loathe what I'm trying to accomplish. You hate me because I've worked to free this company from the torment of dealing with a wrestler whose mouth is far tougher then his talents. And I see the fear in your eyes. The doubt. The worry. The sweat. Call it what you will, I see it. You don't know if you're good enough. You don't know if you can actually defeat me. You're right to have these thoughts, Dustin. It's natural. I see it day in and day out. But instead of taking action, you simply hype yourself up more to try and gain some psychological edge over me. It's pathetic, if nothing else. Stand up and work. Fight for what you wish to accomplish. But no, instead you would wish it was simply handed over. Likely from your upbringing. You're a hard man to figure out, Dustin. A true man of mystery, if you will. However, I do believe from your previous actions you aren't as complex as you would like everyone to believe you are. Likely you were born into wealth. You probably never had to work for a damn thing throughout your whole young life. And likely whenever you cried because things got to rough and you didn't want to work for it mommy dearest and daddy would come running, or, well, rather send a butler to come running and put an end to whatever was bothering you. School was paid for, wasn't it? Training to become a wrestler was paid for, wasn't it? What have you earned by the merit of your own hard work, Dustin? What have you really earned? Anything?
"Sure my father is wealthy, but I had to work for EVERYTHING I ever had, he wanted me to prove I wanted it through my sweat and blood. Some of us struggled to survive. Some of us had to fight from day one just to make it through this chaotic world. There were no silver spoons. There was no primping. You worked, or you died. Two options, two extremes for outcomes. Those of us who managed to work harder than everyone else managed to earn a great deal of success. Look at me, for instance. Oregon has never seen a high school wrestler accomplish what I'd accomplished, and likely never will. The NCAA has never seen a college wrestler accomplish what I'd accomplished, and likely never will. And the PWR will never see a wrestler accomplish what I am going to accomplish here. It's nothing more than the product of my own hard work. My struggles through the years forming what my psyche would be like today. I believe in nothing short of being the best, and I work for it. I train day in and day out. I don't drink or do drugs because I know were to indulge myself, because I NEED to be the best and if I did I'd lose that physical edge over an opponent. I study everyone. Their strengths and weaknesses. Their move sets and match psychology. I keep my mind sharper than any other competitor here. I do this because I know what it takes to dominate. I know what it takes to be called the greatest of all time. Do you have that in you, Dustin? Can you possibly comprehend how much you'll have to sacrifice to do what I do? It's doubtful, my friend. It's very, very highly doubtful.
" And remember this. It's just the way things fall into place, Dustin. It's nothing personal. This is just the way things go around here. I face an opponent who thinks he's better than me, and then I show him how wrong it is. There are a few consequences. None are guaranteed, there's no order, but most are inevitable. Firstly, you come to the vast realization that you are nothing more than an inferior athlete compared to the level of competition I bring. You also learn what true pain really is when I bend and twist you whichever way my heart desires. Bones may be broken. Your spirit will be shattered when you realize you'll never be able to win this title shot away from me. And finally, you may lose your life for a greater case than you or I.
Christian stares into the camera rolling his shoulders back and forth intensity dripping from every pore. This is the first time we have seen Christian this intense and focused. And it may spell disaster for his opponent.
" Heh. It's strange how I never wanted things to come to this. I just wanted to go on wrestling. I just wanted to help these people along in escaping from these false champions. But then, some people can't let it be. They have to try and disrupt the natural flow. People like that serve no purpose in life. They simply hinder the progress of others. People like that must be eliminated before they reset the brainwashing. That's where I come in. My purpose in life is to destroy the detractors. To show these people that there watered down worthless wrestlers simply will not cut it. I am the champion, I am the white knight, and I am the only person in this world that can bring this sport to the proud horizon it so desperately deserves. You are like the sands fighting the tide Dustin, you simply can not win.
And so it would come to pass. An epic battle between two of the greatest superstars to ever grace a PWR ring. Both men had a claim to being the greatest ever. Dustin, with his impressive collection of wins and nearly flawless record, knew that it would take something special to defeat him. And Christian Gold, whose career was decorated with more world titles than most people can imagine. The only wrestler in PWR history with a gold medal. He knew it would take something special to defeat him.
So there they were, the two Goliaths of the PWR. Each man knew his own specific talents, and knew his opponent's just as well. Such is how the highest forms of competition go. No wrestler goes into a match unprepared. The hours of study of an opponent, a practice that Christian Gold has fit into his daily routine, are vital to success in this business.
It would be an epic clash between the two. Who would be victorious? Was there any way to possibly know? What prediction could possibly be made outside of a coin flip? Wrestling's so called experts could attempt to break it down all they wanted, it was folly to bother. The two are, despite what they both would claim, rather equivalent in the ring. Perhaps Christian's technical ability is better than Dustin. Perhaps Dustin is better with the high risk offense. Either way, the two are evenly matched, and to deny such is to admit to delusion. There is no point in trying to break the match down to the most basic fundamentals. There is no point in trying to decide on a winner. The only sensible thing to do is just to sit back and enjoy. This one will go down in the annals of history
OOC: Comments critique always accepted and appreciated!
