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VAEVICTIS
Posts : 33 Join date : 2022-03-02 Age : 28
Subject: Gilded Glory || vs Liz Karlson [ APEX on TNT ] Sat Apr 30, 2022 11:14 pm
gilded glory
"The Absolute Top Cunt" Finnegan Wakefield
"Am I supposed to feel flattered, Lizzy? Is your opinion of me supposed to afford you something?
Do you believe me to put any stock behind opinion on who the best in the world is? Unlike all the self-entitled twats who desperately seek that validation, I am above all that. I’m above this neverending dick-measuring contest of dullards debating who the best is, what defines the best, what match or moment was that instance where the best is exactly what they become? It’s trivial. Don’t get it twisted, I hold no contempt in my heart for the fans or their opinion, but no one has an opinion on my career that matters except for my own. No fan regardless if they cheer or boo me. No employer past or present. Adore her as I do, even Alyssa herself is no exception. Because their opinion can change; for asinine reasons or completely logical ones. Mine, however, can’t afford to. As you so confessed, what I do works. When I am in the ring, there isn’t a doubt that I am efficient. There isn’t a doubt that I am lethal, and only the arrogant or out-right-stupid could deny that. I’ve stood across the ring from competitors that defined the culture of modern professional wrestling and more often than not? They’ve lost to me. I’ve made them tap out, even those who felt they were a transcendent exception. Of course I am the best, Lizzy; because I fucking have to be. Every day I have to strive to be better than I was the day before, no day where I can be complacent with the opinion that I am already at my best. I reject the very notion that I’m even close to it. If you genuinely, in your heart-of-hearts, believe me to be the best in the world, you should not feel as confident as you do going into this match. Blissful ignorance or just wishful optimism, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t change that I am only just getting started. To consider me dangerous now woefully underestimates where on the food chain I stand after I finish cutting my teeth.
I don’t need to make proclamations of being the best in APEX; reality defies opinion.
And the reality of our situation, Lizzy, is that we’re not on equal footing. Matt Miles seeing something in you to put you in that APEX World Championship match, choosing you to be the standard-bearer, it’s just another opinion like above that can only ever be objectively true. He’s been wrong before, he’ll be wrong again -- what he saw in you at that moment he may not see in you tomorrow. It’s blind faith at best. And I’ll admit, with utter sincerity; you’ve done a decent enough job against Senn and Alyssa. But it’s clear you’ve allowed those victories to hold more weight than they actually do. How can you state that ‘most of your victories have shown you’re not someone to fuck with’ when you’ve only had two match? How is it even possible to claim most when you’ve had an even number -- a woefully low number at that -- of matches to be bragging about? I think that only proves that, not only are you not constantly pushing yourself harder like you so claim but that you are, in fact, and contrary to your deluded belief, someone with whom I should fuck with. The path I’ve walked keeps you just beneath my eye level, and the only reason that I am choosing to fuck with you is because of the glinting platinum on your shoulder that draws my eye down. And as I said, it doesn’t make you. I could have waited patiently, I could have given you plenty of time to bring something more than a silly bitch on Twitter acting out for attention trying to get a fight out of me. Despite your say so, I didn’t reject you because I wouldn’t without purpose -- I rejected you because I can't take you seriously if you adamantly refuse to take yourself seriously. What does that give me to prove? I'm not above a match as exampled by Cabello and O'Dare, but I refuse to entertain such foolish bravado when the stakes themselves aren't worth a fucking thing. You're welcome to chalk it up to cowardice if it helps maintain the brash demeanor -- but the product of a career without fear will wipe it off. I was perfectly fine with taking the long road to the APEX World Championship, but it's evident you've peaked without my attention. Well, now you've got it. So I encourage you; by all means, strive to shoot as high as you possibly can.
But what will you do when the bullets don't reach -- when they rain back down upon your head?
And to have finally heard from you directly, Lizzy -- after all the pomp and circumstance that comes with throwing the challenge out to me -- I can honestly say I remain unimpressed. And that disappoints me, but at the same time doesn't surprise me. Do you have any idea how many opponents over the years have thrown out the claim that I've never faced someone like them before? Every single one. Every single time without fail -- more times than I care to keep count. Like it has ever made a difference when they all fall the same; surrendering at the risk of being broken at my hand. Why do you feel yourself to be any different? What makes you think that you decide whether or not you're an exception; that you won't fall the same way? Hate to break it to you, sunshine, but you don't have much choice in the matter of if I trap you; only the choice of how quickly you want to make the pain stop as you're rendered helpless. Everyone feels like they're exempt. Until I prove it to them the hard way -- the only way they'll learn -- that they're not. They never were. And they never can be. There's nothing sportsmanlike about what I do in the ring, and you're a fucking dullard for thinking otherwise. I don't give out handshakes and notions of respect unless someone actually earns it. Your respect means nothing to me, I don't care to earn it, nor do I find any value in obtaining it. So let's not pretend this is about me needing your respect, when you need this match, you begged for this match -- I simply said yes to it. I am far above the point of having to prove a fucking thing, much less that I belong. You, however, could benefit from proving that this reign has been anything but another one of your quick burns -- that you as World Champion isn't just a series of strokes of luck. You needed this match to happen, not me. You crave what it means to have truly defeat Finnegan Wakefield, and I am sorry to say you're not currently capable. All I aim to earn from you, besides a victory that isn't in doubt, is what I would have obtained if you were bold enough to put it on the line in the first place -- the APEX World Championship. Not because you've made it valuable, two matches with it is fucking nothing -- far from hitting the ground running with it. It, like APEX is a whole, is brimming with potential, and it needs a champion worthy of taking it to the promised lands. Not just PPV-to-PPV like you've been parading around; something that can actually be carried with prestige. Not whatever this is. Not this little "gilded glory" that is far from shining bright as it gives you such inflated self-importance; a queen complex manifest in a court where no one bows to you. Alyssa shook your hand; whoopty-fuck-do. She's a much kinder soul than I. If you've been paying attention to my career nearly as much as you claim to, you know I won't hesitate in the slightest to dissect you like a surgeon with a scalpel, not feeling even the faintest flicker of emotion in response to your pain until I hear you surrender. I'm not going to be satisfied with holding your shoulders to the canvas for three seconds; I want the reality of the gap between us to sink in when you hear the bell ring, knowing you hand no other choice when you just couldn't take anymore. That you only remained champion to see another day because you didn't have the guts to gamble with it knowing you were up against the likes of me.
If you wish to gatekeep what it means to be the best in APEX, I present you with the only two options you really have.
Either roll out the red carpet and step aside.
Or I'll step on your neck and paint it red myself."