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VAEVICTIS
Posts : 33 Join date : 2022-03-02 Age : 28
Subject: The Rumbling [ Event Horizon II ] Fri Jun 03, 2022 8:14 am
The Rumbling
"The Absolute Top Cunt" Finnegan Wakefield
"Draw upon that fleeting breath, Lizzy. Fill your lungs with the hope that the end isn't on the horizon.
I’ll give you this much -- you keep me guessing. As to whether you’re so deep-seated into denial or just outright fucking stupid. That, or you have some undiagnosed bipolar that needs to be worked out by a different kind of professional entirely. Your words are so laced in desperation, and I doubt it's me who you're trying to convince with them. While you may have doubled down and peppered in your twists and woe-is-me's -- manipulating the facts to get underneath my skin, I remain anything but convinced. I doubt anyone is. I had very little to do with painting you as a hypocrite, lazy, someone blowing smoke up their own ass -- I just brought to light the many excuses you make to minimalize the self-inflicted damage in a pathetic attempt to save face. How unbecoming of the self-proclaimed Ace of APEX -- and it's very much self-proclaimed -- to not own their failures. How telling they'd instead feel compelled to initiate flamewars that only serve as ammunition to shoot yourself in the foot. How many more excuses will you make, or will you empty the entire clip into yourself before the reality of your situation sets in? That the quantity of your APEX presence leaves a lot to be desired, that the quality of your reign can be so easily dwarfed and forgotten to time. You don’t get that fresh breath of air. You don’t get the chance to bask in the glory of everything you have achieved while spewing such mindless dribble and diatribe about me with such poor self-reflection. You're welcome to bounce around hypotheticals of what APEX would be like if someone else took your place, whether or not you belong here, or even what my preference would be -- in the end its a mute conversation. It doesn't matter in the slightest. I don't trade in hypotheticals, what could have been, all that matters is what has happened and what will at Event Horizon. That's why I take exception to this back-pedaling and attempting to sell the asinine sob story that you wanted to be in the ring each week, fighting the best -- when nothing was preventing you. Nothing but your own preference. I was the example. This roster is brimming with world-class competitors, upcoming talent hungry for the opportunity, yet you never felt compelled to throw out a challenge to anyone else between the mandatory defenses. At least, not until you saw a moment of weakness in someone you wanted the attention of, a high-profile name coming off a Pay-Per-View loss to try and capitalize on -- to manufacture this Ace image you want so badly. And now you make endless excuses to that failure. You had the stroke, the same stroke that made you World Champion to begin with -- that allowed you to coast, toe the company line and be boastful about carrying the company on your back while putting forward the effort of the bare minimum. Yet you deem me greedy for challenging the unimpressive standard you've set? Now that is adorable -- a little sad, really. Don't speak to me of greed when it's the product of your greed that backfired, you silly bitch. Because I know you're not ready for it to backfire again. That greed that now makes you feel so confident that you'll just lock me into the Karlson Clutch and see me tap out.
But what if you don't? What if you can't?
You put a lot of stock into your promises and say-so, but you don't have an answer if they'll only fail you as they did before. You thought you had the answer to everything I had last time, every hold in my arsenal. But you know, whether you want to admit it or not, that wasn't everything I had. Not even close. Instead, it took one Medusa Cascade, and you chalk it up to me being desperate. How pigheaded to blame your own inability to kick out of a hold as an act of my desperation. Don't get me wrong, I would have much rather tapped you out -- especially in hindsight to these snake-oil fantasies of my cowardice. Like I haven't already explained ad nauseam as to why your challenges have fallen on deaf ears, it's my fault you still can't comprehend that you, as an opponent on a list of the greats and those bound for greatness, are not my priority? That my interests go far beyond you? That even in promotions like the ones you mentioned, they don't see a match that pits you against me as something they'll proudly put forward, and the fact I'm not actively going out of my way to campaign for something that sees me no benefit as a showing of me being a coward? Well, aren't you just the manipulative little cunt. You, much like Arata, have to feel like you're more special than you are. Your word, your want, they have to be held above all else. Of course, anything to deflect your unwillingness to put the APEX World Title at stake with a challenge to look somehow noble. You can't seem to make up your fucking mind. How are you going to label me the "so-called Best in the World" when you're the only person that attaches that to my name, even after I repeatedly reject your opinion on the matter? Because it wouldn't fall under the parameters of your shitty little Ace narrative if I don't have one of these translucent titles like yourself and Arata. That I don't have to call myself anything more than what I am. Because you are an idiot-savant profiteer, one who wants that little bit more to satiate their greed. You're the final boss of no one, you just happen to be the one holding the championship I was inevitably going to find myself a shot at. You just sped the process along. And yet, in your little world of warped perspective, that somehow makes me a villain. You want to cite these outside ventures as a judge of my character? Am I meant to be remorseful for what happened with this virtual child as you so-called her? How that virtue signal flickers at your convenience. I should be labeled a villain, a coward, a mat-based terrorist because a deathmatch wrestler couldn’t handle their pain? That they didn’t know what they were getting themself into? Better yet; do you think I care about such categorization? I find it pretty telling that, once again, you could watch that happen, and villanize me for it, yet all you did was be a spectator like you have been. It speaks more to their ignorance or yours for making such excuses than it does to my convictions. You’re clutching tight at the straws of those outside promotions, deflecting to places that hold no weight in the issue here, desperately trying to find a single barb. You fail to realize that I can’t be coerced into being anything more than unapologetically me. Someone with the conviction to challenge the standard, someone who has walked through the proverbial valley of the shadow of death, who has done and will continue to do whatever it takes. You beating Senn doesn't make you an exception. You beating Alyssa, and promising against me you'll bring something greater, doesn't make you an exception. You only set yourself up believing you carry the hopes and dreams of others that don't place it in you, to be doing this for a locker room that have no confidence in you. You're a fame-hungry parasite speaking heroic rhetoric whose actions speak to a far different motivation, and not a single word you have said has been anything close to convincing that you're not in a very desperate mindset. All these empty promises I have heard many times before; that you'll be my undoing, you'll find a way to break me, that you're a transcendent exception incapable of falling here and that your reasons will be the hand on your back to prevent it. It's bold for you to be of the impression that the same hands aren't on mine. That I'm not carrying the best interest in this promotion's future in mind, that people have not invested in me to take its direction beyond the peak. Truly take it to the pinnacle of professional wrestling. Your say-so's and promises are little more than what you're willing to forfeit to prevent me, they're your hopes, but in the end not every promise can be kept. No one can decide when they make their final breath.
And no one, especially the likes of yourself and Arata, can promise what's inevitable when they step into the ring with me.
You should know that better than anyone, Arata. After all, you and your Golden Dawn have made many predictions of what inevitable outcomes await me, yet none of them have come to pass. Through the gaslight, the smoke, the mirrors, the only inevitable that continues to play out is that you can not be rid of me. That your vision of a perfect world can never become reality as long as I stand in your way of achieving it. Because your hubris is like a plague upon the world. I've seen it eat with an insatiable hunger. I bore witness to it corrupt a home that I had built from the ground up after it was war-torn beyond recognition. All because you feel like the world owes you something -- nay, owes you everything -- because you feel like you've been wronged. You blamed your skin, you blamed your blood. I will strip you of fucking both if you believe I will allow APEX to see a similar fate. This war that you've waged, this hubris that you try to feed will starve and slowly, painfully die. As deluded as Lizzy is, we both can at least agree on the fact you can never see the day of being APEX World Champion. Your personal suffering doesn't validate your vision -- doesn't vindicate the terrorism you bring upon the world. But I'm long since past trying to reason with you. Your nepotism, your rampant narcissism -- this dumb cunt god complex that paints you as a martyr -- you're a lost cause. The only thing left is to have your cause be lost, erased by the rumbling; the march of progress that will you, your zealots, and your ideals far behind. This goes past vindication, beyond redemption; this is about completion. This is everything I have sought after from the very first day I decided this was my calling in this life. I have risked and tested the extensions of my mortality to obtain it, I would die trying to seize it — and multiple times I have met the reaper, and I have met gods that could not smite me down in their attempt to stop me. This is the combination of life-long strife, and I'll be damned if I am denied here, told where my ceiling is, what is destined for me. I will defy these supposed inevitables and stand upon the summit with the APEX World Championship raised above my head.