"Change is the only constant. Hanging on is the only sin." - Denise McCluggage
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Change is an integral part of the human condition, in fact, it is the only constant in our world, where so many things are consistently changing each second. The only way you are able to survive in this world is if you become adaptable to change, and the only way you can succeed is if you capitalize on change.
I have had a lot of change occur within my life. Each day i wake up in the morning, expecting something to differ in my life, whether it be in wrestling or otherwise. And it is because i expect and adapt to this change that i am able to truly capitalize on life. And that's one of the reasons why i can truly and completely say, that i am the best. Any day, any time, i am the best.
Change is what can make, or break a person, and it is at times of great difficulty and hardship that a person's true character can be expressed through their means of adaptation to the changing environment around them. When times are at their most tough, their most extreme, a person's true character is formed, and that person truly becomes the best they can be.
And the best i can be, is the best there is.
And that brings me to this week, where we continue our reign of dominance over our company, Millennium Punk Wrestling, because like i said, there are always bumps in the road. But it is the job of saviours to overcome obstacles, however big they may be, and to make sure that the cause is reached, not for the individual, but for the greater good.
There are still those who doubt me, and unbelievably, there are those who think they can stop me. To all those people, take the idiot Apostle Kried as an example. He tried to stop me, he thought that he could stop me. He thought he could stop me from making him an example out of him, and he thought that he could cease my cause.
And he was very, very wrong.
To everybody out there who thinks they could stop me, to all those people who don't believe in me or everything i stand for, i say this. Watch and learn.
Because this week, Cable and I are going to take out two of the biggest superstars in our company. Trey Baxter, who i owe something to, and Ash Soulsfate, who seems to be up-and-coming in this company.
A few weeks ago, i fought Trey Baxter one on one, in one of the greatest matches in my time in MPW. And yet, i lost, a mere bump in the road, and yet, a bump that i still need to address. Because the very thing that keeps me going forward is the need to express the very fact that i am the best, the fact that i am going to save the professional wrestling world. Because when you're the Technical Messiah or professional wrestling, nothing can stand in your way.
And nothing will.
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I push past as many people as i can as i make it to the small set of stairs, pressing the small red button on my iPhone as i cease my conversation with Chris Cable.
"Hey, Mr. Hunter, right this way." It's a man in a black suit who beckons me forward, up onto a set of small silver stairs, leading to a grand white table with one solitary chair behind it, and in front of the table lay a sea of wrestling reporters, all attempting to get a word from one of the stars of Millennium Pro Wrestling.
I step onto the small stage where the table is set up, and for the first time i am able to see exactly how many bloodsucking, vile reporters are trying to earn more money through twisting the words of a superstar into a phony lie that would spark controversy. But i didn't plan to give them the chance to twist my words. Because i can start controversy without my words needing to be twisted.
The whole point of words needing to be twisted to spark something is as bad as everything that is in the wrestling world. It is a part of the truth, or rather the twisting of the best lie and presenting it to the world, to be interpreted as the truth. This is as great a crime as any - blasphemy, against the religion of professional wrestling, and a terrible grief to all who attempt to relish in professional wrestling, to all who simply enjoy it, and to me it's clear. These people are just proof of what i am trying to save the wrestling world from.
Itself.
I lay back in the black leather chair as the crowd begins to settle, most of them reporters, but a few fans beginning to gather behind them. I hear a mess of people starting to call my name, begging to be the first one to twist my words.
"Drake, Drake!" The man in the black suit, standing beside me, points to a man in the audience, standing next to a massive man with a camera, filming my every word.
"Drake, you recently stated that you're on a mission to save the professional wrestling world from itself. Can you clarify on exactly what you mean?" He's not a very bright one.
"Hmph, you want me to clarify? I thought reporters were supposed to do their research? Or are you just another petty individual who tries to warp the words of others for your own gain. But, in case your IQ has recently taken a sharp drop from watching too much porn, then i'll gladly explain it to you."
"I am on a mission to save the professional wrestling world, through any means possible. Because the end will justify the means, and i guarantee you i am doing this, all of this, for you. Because if I am able to save wrestling from the likes of you people, the likes of the fans, who contribute to the destruction of professional wrestling, who contribute to the greed and selfishness that surrounds the wrestling world."
"And how are you planning to do that?" It's a woman, in her fifty's with a tape recorder.
"The only way i know how - being the best." I say, with a smug look on my face.
There is another smattering of shouts from the crowd, and the man in the suit points to a young man, also with a tape recorder in hand.
"Drake, what do you reckon about your opponents this week? Think they'll match up to you?" I smile as i look at this man. He looks like the type of guy that would be able to adapt to any situation that presented itself to his line of work - he was smart, telling me what i wanted to hear.
"Good question. You could all learn from this man. In a word, no. They could not match up to me, they never will. But let me delve deeper into this matter."
"You see, Trey Baxter has just come down from a shocking loss to Johnny Clash, where he lost his ever so coveted World Heavyweight championship to the new and current champion in Mr. Clash. And i know what it feels like to lose like that, to have everything taken away from you like that. In fact, i know what it's like to lose a match like that to Johnny Clash - it's one of the worst feelings in the world."
"And it's because of that massive loss, that we are going to be capitalizing on every single thing in that match, because thats what we do. We're hunters, we're the best damn wrestlers in this business, and it's because of what we do in that ring. Trey Baxter seems to think that he's the best in the world. Well, he may have been the best in the world. But now, that ship has sailed."
"And it's all because of a ten count."
"Now, Trey won''t be a problem. Because he will still be weak from his match against Clash. If he thinks that he can bounce back from this, then he is completely and totally wrong. Trey, you may have been the World champion, but shit happens. And this week, the shit that will happen will include me slamming your head down onto the mat and listening to the ref count those three sweet numbers..."
"1....2....3"
"And what about Ash Soulsfate?" The same man who asked the original question asks.
"I'm sorry who?" I say, a smug look on my face. "Ash Soulsfate means nothing to me. He thinks that he's suddenly a big shot because he got some award that means absolutely nothing. Wrestler of the month, awards, they don't mean a thing to me, because i don't need awards. All i need is a piece of gold to go around my waist, because it is then that you can truly be seen as something significant."
"Because you have to earn that belt, you don't have it put on you by a bunch of good-for-nothing petty corporates who spend their time bragging to their business partners about how much money they've ripped off others today. That belt doesn't get put on you for being the office dickhead's pet monkey. No, you get a title belt for making the biggest impact, something i am planning to do very soon."
"Ash Soulsfate, actually does have a championship belt funly enough. Well, i say championship, but the only thing that's worse than that X-Core title is the couch potato's beer drinking title - a string of donuts that fat blokes wrap around their neck. Well Ash, i'd be more than happy to buy you a string and a box of Krispy Kremes so you can enter Thursday night with something even remotely prestigious."
"In answer to your question, i'm not worried about an idiot and a loser, because there's no way that they'll able to step up to me and Cable this week, because there is simply nothing that can stop the Age of Arrogance."
"And Drake, if i may, can you explain your sneak attack on the Sin City champion Rage this past week at Thursday Night Takedown?" This reporter is a very good-looking blonde, with a tight white shirt wrapped around an ample chest. She had a short black skirt with long legs, and for the first time i was reminded of the one person i thought i could trust most in this world.
Lexi.
No matter how hard i tried, i couldn't forget Lexi, i couldn't forget that smile, that body, that one person who made me the happiest i had ever been. But that was over now. Now it was just the cause, the ideal, and nothing else. For all intensive purposes, Electra is dead to me, and in my mind, she can go to hell.
"There's no need to explain anything. It's simple, he has something that i need. And he is simply another obstacle in the way to the cause. Rage, the local gorilla of MPW, is nothing more than an ape with a blue jacket on, who had something stolen from him, and then went to the fans for support - one of the most costly mistakes you can possibly make."
"The fans are the real problem, because they are the ones that control the corporate junkies in the background, trying ever so desperately to please them. And it is when you neglect the fans that you can truly become successful, and that the world of pro wrestling will finally be saved from itself, and it is then that the fans will be able to enjoy wrestling, without the burden of themselves."
"To put it simply, Rage is another obstacle in my way, and i will enjoy beating him to a bloody pulp and taking his Sin City championship."
"And what about the former champion, Bliss? She's got an automatic title shot when she returns to the world of professional wrestling, and she's gunning for the title that she never lost. You've been back and forth with her on twitter, how are you going to handle her?"
"I'd love to handle her, but since she's too stuck up for anything like that, i'm just going to have to beat her inside that ring." I laugh to myself, flashing my signature smirk as i continue.
"Bliss is just another pretty face that belongs on a stripper pole. She seems to think that the Sin City title belongs to her, considering she never lost it in a match. But the thing is, she was injured by Laura Tavares, and that's just as humiliating as losing your title to a boar."
"So if Bliss thinks that she's better than me because she never lost her title, then she better think again. Because she has never faced me, and when she does, she won't be a pretty face anymore, and she won't be flaunting around with those "real" pieces of plastic stuck to her chest, because the only thing she'll be thinking about is how it all could've gone better, and the answer is simple. She could've avoided getting in my way."
"Finally Drake, when you're done with this whole Age of Arrogance business and you're goal is achieved, what then?"
"Hmph, it's quite simple. Once i've saved the professional wrestling world and everything is as it should be, i'll continue to do what i always do - be the best."
With that i stand up and walk down onto the floor, making my way through a sea of reporters trying to get another word in from me as i exit the MPW function room where the reporters were swarming me and slide into my Lamborghini as i press down hard on the accelerator, daring any of the reporters to twist my words.