Inevitable [ EVENT HORIZON 1 ]

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Inevitable

"The Absolute Top Cunt" Finnegan Wakefield

"I stand at the precipice of an ever-familiar moment; that do-or-die scenario – the point of no return. At different times I’ve called it my moment of redemption, the exercising of career-long demons, and now – poetic in how appropriate the event is titled – I find myself at my Event Horizon. A place I can’t afford to lose. A place where I have fallen on my sword before. It has been a treacherous three years since I last held a World Championship, three years since the moment that haunted me like a ghost every time I saw my own reflection. I no longer see the flag that I once carried. I no longer see the shell of who I once was. What looks back at me is an ever-growing collection of scars; a macabre tally of every battle I’ve not only survived but more often than not prevailed to make me something unrecognizable from the tarnished Ace of OWA. Yet I’ve been constantly reminded of those outdated failures. People like Arata, who can’t see the forest for the trees, who live in pathetic denial that I am only doomed to repeat them at the say-so of some divine chosen one. People like our Ace of APEX Lizzy – something I say with condescending air quotes implied – who, in very similar denial, live in it feeling they can decide what is inevitable. They both believe themselves impervious to similar downfalls. But whatever they feel to be destined doesn’t matter. What they believe themselves to be doesn’t matter. Nothing is given, no matter how reassured someone is of their place. The Ace, Chosen One, The Best – whatever context she wants to attach to me for her self-serving purpose to manufacture a legacy she’s already dragging along the ground – these are all translucent titles. They are see-through; they don’t make you any less mortal nor do they make you anything more. If my past can be foretelling of anything, it's that it can all be taken away. Unforgiving, without discrimination – and all you can do is try to prevent it. I’m, of course, no exception. Clash of the Titans. The Omega Heavyweight Championship. The OWA World Championship. These were promises of that redefining moment, the exorcism, the redemption of Finnegan Wakefield after climbing from the very bottom of the mountain I once stood atop, bleeding enough of my own blood to have died many times over – I’ve sacrificed far too much to fall here, to have everything taken from me again – to have my purpose denied.

You'll both have to try your hand at a task better have attempted and failed, and I promise you'll have to fucking kill me to deny me.

I don't flinch at the threat of Arata's Vengeful Fury. Because the wrath of Arata – and he alone – is a frivolous myth, its value a joke; his purpose I would find laughable in its hypocrisy if it weren't such a woeful guise to protect that house of glass that shelters his ego. The entire purpose of the Golden Dawn has been to nurture it like a spoiled brat, to coddle him, give him everything he wants and tell him everything he wants to hear. The line for whatever he craves, whatever he lusts for, always has to start behind him, or else he'll just spit the dummy and have his zealot caretakers solve the problem for him. A far cry from the Self-Made Man he used to proclaim himself to be. He's succeeding from reliance alone. He has to be special. He has to be an exception where nobody else can be. He has to be a God with no man his equal or worse; his better. When the cracks began to show, when it all started to fail him and he lost the OWA World Championship, he saw APEX as that virgin land, something he could corrupt and try to control from its infancy and shape however he saw fit. But he wasn't picked to be in the running for the inaugural champion. The cracks grew and his entitled pride had to do the damage control. Nothing else mattered. He underestimated Kamiya – rather, he felt entitled to be that inevitable victor – culminating in defeat being his only inevitable. It's all slipping through his fingers like sand, everything he wanted, everything he believed himself to be worthy of. That's why I know fear filled his heart when I made my presence known, when I declared I would do everything in my power to prevent another Golden Dawn corruption. From that sparked desperation; aligning with Senn was one thing, but you really played your hand when I beat Lizzy and put myself immediately into the conversation of #1 contender. It was eating you alive inside so much that you called upon the flood to try and take back the control you never had, when I obtained something that you couldn't get. There isn't a doubt in my mind you'll preach preferential treatment being my reason to be here, but look at the fact and try your best to justify the denial; I earned it. I didn't force my way in, not like when I challenged you for the OWA World Championship all those months ago – that was the product of me building the land you felt you could so easily rule. Liz proposed the match, I didn't make demands for the title to be on the line, and when I beat her? Who began seeking attention so desperately? You've become so very predictable, you have been for a very long time. As predictable that you will still attempt to lord over a victory at The Festival that wasn't the devastation you preach – as something more than what you were handed through every intervention at your disposal, as predictable as your unfound belief that you are capable of defeating me. Even at Higher Power, that wasn't something you could manage. How will you tell yourself this will be any different? How will you convince yourself that you'll make something even the wrath and smite of your god couldn't manage to do? How high do you wish the waters to rise before you realize you can't walk on it like your complex dictates, that you've overstepped the line between martyrdom into mental illness – before you realize you're going to drown? Or will I have to perform my own biblical, akin to the Plagues of Egypt, and have you drown in blood instead? Those "devastating" losses have only afforded you momentary bragging rights. Event Horizon; I'll drown it out with the sounds of your anguish and the choking on your own blood.

The only mark you'll leave on my APEX will be the effigy I make of you, that kindling to which I'll see your dynasty burn.

Lizzy is not exempt from a similar fate. She and Arata have a lot more in common than I think either would care to admit. Both of them have a very warped view of the reality of the situation they find themself in. Both of them believe themselves to be something more than what they really are. While Arata is an egomaniac fuckwit playing god around non-believers; Liz is investing far more stock in the title of Ace of APEX than anyone is buying. Both are equally deluded when you compare the claims to the conclusions. And my attention must be like heroin to Lizzy because she has been trying to get her fix for a very long time. And I did warn her; my attention is a dangerous thing to have. And for a long time, I didn't let her have it no matter how much she instigated, begged as she craved it. The fact of the matter was that I had nothing to prove. She, like Arata, is a spoiled brat that can't handle being told no. She was getting in over her head. She fell through the stages of grief – reasoned with herself that I must be a pussy for not needing the match as much as she did. But then look who parades around all high-and-mighty, wanting the match so bad yet was too much of a pussy herself to put the APEX World Championship on the line. Deny it all you want Lizzy, it makes no difference to me; you were scared. You wanted the match to be ultimately repercussion-free had you lost, because you only wanted to have the bragging right of an elite few beating me. How noble of you to say you wanted to challenge yourself yet how easily you ignore the hypocrisy when it suits your convenience. You didn't put it on the line because I didn't EARN a shot? Because you wanted the championship to mean something? But my prior work before APEX was deemed worthy enough to throw out the challenge in the first place? The fucking logic on display. It seems someone forgot they were hand-picked to be given a shot at that championship in the first place. What had you done before APEX that I haven't done hundreds of times over, on a higher scale, on a level of consistency unmatched by anyone else in the industry? Nothing. You were chosen and fluked through two of the best. You just want so badly to be the Ace and wanted to add my name to the list alongside Senn and Alyssa. You wanted to face the guy who had done it all, who was carrying the shows you don't dare put yourself on, where nothing is on the line, trying to set a standard and make a vision a reality. Quality and Quantity aren't mutually exclusive, especially if you are of the belief that you're the only one carrying APEX. What a pitiful definition you have of an Ace to feel that you're befitting of it. Pitiful when you're claiming you've been carrying the company on your back when you've spent weeks on end sitting on the bench, watching from the sidelines – claiming I would fumble the bag when you've been doing the-bare fucking-minimum. Spare me the excuse that you were benched, clearly through my case if you really wanted to be on the grind you could throw out challenges as you please. You've done little more than become complacent – arrogant with the Championship on your shoulder. A loss to me, suddenly you have excuses of being tired, that I got lucky to have beaten you. Fuck off, you worked two shows in a month, you lazy cunt. You claimed to be someone who shouldn't be fucked with, it took one flash pin to not only prove that woefully untrue but also that you're someone who couldn't handle being fucked with, falling back on excuses to keep the roof of the glass house from crashing down atop your head. But by all means, put it in your social media bios, tweet it out daily, print it on shirts – request it to be marked on your grave for all that it's worth. It won't make it any closer to being real. It's a dream without a plan; a wish at most, one that'll go unanswered. You've been coasting, a champion on borrowed time. All it'll take is one little slip-up, to catch you in a moment of vulnerability like I did with the Medusa Cascade, even for the briefest, your reign can be over quicker than it began. All of these lofty promises, these hopeful inevitables you feel will come about, these adamant claims that you're now an exception of being felled at my hand – you don't decide these things. Continue to believe yourself a transcendent exception, Arata is more than welcome to believe the same. Regardless of who it is; I have every intention of becoming APEX World Champion at the screaming surrender of Ace or Chosen One without discrimination.

Believe it to be inevitable that you will prevent it.

You can only die trying."

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