"I don't believe in fate or destiny. I believe in various degrees of hatred, paranoia and abandonment. However much of that gets heaped upon you doesn't matter - it's only a matter of how much you can take and what it does to you." - Henry Rollins
--PROMO BEGIN--
*The red light flicks on as Drake begins his recorded promo.
Fate. It stings.
Fate is sometimes referred to as a hand that is dealt to you, as something you have no control over and something that is inaccessible to anybody and everybody. You can't tamper with fate, any more than you can tamper with the sun to stop it from setting.
But what you can do, is tamper with how you deal with fate. Because fate will never play nice. No matter how little or big the impact of fate is dealt to you, in the end fate will always end up fucking you over, because thats what fate does. But, you can choose to let fate have it's way with you, or you can capitalize on fate, you can turn around and give fate the finger, and completely ignore every hand that fate deals you.
Because in the end, what fate is is simply a mixture of hatred, paranoia and abandonment all intertwined, and with that mixture comes a power that can really change people. That mixture is, at times, deadly, because these are motives that can trigger some of the most lethal emotions human's experience.
Hatred leads to a deep sense of loathing, a sense of foreboding and an incredible desire for bad things to happen to the enemy. Hatred is one of the greatest triggers of violence in the world, and hatred itself can be triggered through a simple action, often misinterpreted. One action can spark the actions of another, simply through a single thought flowing through the human brain.
Hatred can be a killer, can be a charging emotion that could lead to historic actions. both great, and at times terrible.
Paranoia, on the other hand, can lead in two completely different directions. At times it can be fortuitous, and in other times it can drive a person to the brink of complete and total insanity, and paranoia can become one of the greatest causes of unjustified violence against innocents.
On the other hand, paranoia can be inspired through a mere action, a few simple words to put extremely bad thoughts inside somebody's head, to the point that they can become overcome with fear to the point of being driven to the edge of insanity. Insanity is not always a bad thing, though, because at times paranoia can be a good form of caution, always to be alert.
But the greatest thing paranoia is capable of, is inspiring fear. Inspiring tremendous fear into one's adversary, one's opponent, so that the person that is paranoid can basically take himself out, simply due to a great amount of fear. Fear is the single greatest weapon in one's arsenal. There's only one problem with the utilization of fear.
Everybody has it.
There is not one person in the world who is not scared of anything. If somebody says they are not scared of anything, then their fear will be being proved wrong in their statement. If somebody tries to hide fear, then it will only come back at them, only tenfold. And if somebody tries to control fear, then they will be lulled into a false sense of security, a completely false sense of control. And that is when fear is at it's greatest.
So what does this have to do with anything? It's simple. Hated, paranoia, fear....they all can be used as weapons. In fact, they are some of my favourite weapons to portray when things get out of control, because at times it is when you do not lay a finger on a person, and simply get inside his or her head, that things can really be dangerous, it is at those times when you don't need to knock them out...
Because they are more than capable of doing it to themselves.
I don't believe that we can control fate, any more than Trey Baxter will be able to control his fear this week when he steps into the ring with The Age of Arrogance. Because when he steps into that ring, and he is laid out on the mat after a massive elbow to the head, and incredible pain shooting throughout his entire body, he'll see his life flash before his eyes, and he'll wonder why he ever got involved in the business of those superior to him.
He'll wonder why he stuck his nose in Johnny Clash's business, why he got involved with the Age of Arrogance, and then there will be no more need to hide the fear, no more desire to control it, there will simply be the feeling of losing control as he sees the Age of Arrogance standing atop him, and the referees hands echoing through his mind as he hears the count....1...2.....3.
And maybe then the fear will stop.
Maybe.
--PROMO END--
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Ahh, the feeling of a championship belt around my shoulder. What a wonderful feeling that is. To turn my head slightly to the side and see the magnificence of the gold, the reassuring feeling of the weight as it presses against my shoulder, and the always wonderful feeling of always seeing the stares of people when they see it.
Then again, they also could be looking at my jacket, black with multiple white markings including a crucifix, a skull and a lightning bolt, coupled with the four metal horns protruding from the shoulders. It really does make me look slightly like a 70's Punk rocker reincarnated. Well, one word in that phrase is right.
Punk.
People always tend to use it as an insult, people think that the word "Punk" being inserted into my name seems to offend me, saying I'm nothing more than a menace to society, a good-for-nothing jackass who doesn't follow the rules, follows his own creed and doesn't care about anybody other than himself.
And they'd be right.
They're wrong, when they seem to think that by pointing out these things, I am in the least bit offended. Because I'm not. I know i am all of these things. Hell, i'm proud of being all of these things. Being i couldn't care less who people think i am. They don't matter. At the end of the day, I'M the only one that matters. Because at the end of the day, i'm the one who is the Technical Messiah of professional wrestling.
I step into the vision of the camera, on a tripod stand so that it has a clear vision of me, sitting atop my $400,000 Lamborghini Aventador, parked in the garage below the Century Link arena.
"I've had a lot of people come up to me in the street, or in interviews and promos, asking me why i did what i did. And to them, i just shake my head and say, "Because i can." Because Rage is not the true MPW Sin City champion. Everybody knows that. He made the stupidest move in the known world when he went against Johnny Clash and went those pathetic fans - you pathetic fans. And now he's simply paying a price for that."
"The Sin City title is an MPW championship. That alone stands for itself. But to be held by the likes of Rage, when it could be in the hands of somebody like....hmm...Me? It's an appalling catastrophe. And i am simply here to remedy the catastrophe, and put the title in the hands of somebody more...deserving of such a prestigious piece of metal. Even if the means of such a motion weren't exactly fair."
"But here's the thing, i'll give you a little tip, a little piece of advice from your Technical Messiah. Life isn't fair. Fate isn't fair. In fact, fate is simply out to wreak as much destruction in your life as possible. So Rage, you banana eating eight foot hairy gorilla, think of me as fate. Causing as much destruction as humanly possible. Because guess what? Life's a bitch. And your life, is going to get a hell of a lot worse when we face off for this title."
"And don't think we won't, Mr. "Only One". What does that mean anyway? I've always pondered what the Only One was the Only One of. It's certainly not the only one who is on top of this company, because you're rather the opposite of that. It's definitely not the only one with a high IQ, because that ship sailed a long time ago with you."
"Perhaps, it's the Only One dumb enough to think he can mess with the Punk? The Only One who truly believes he can beat me? But then again, Trey Baxter thought that as well, and we're all going to see what happens to him this week, aren't we?"
"So what could it be, Rage? Is it possible, you're the "Only One" who couldn't think up a half-decent nickname to call yourself, so you resorted to being an individual? Well here, i'll tell you exactly what you aren't the "Only One" of, and that's the people who stand in my way, the way of the saviour, the way of the Technical Messiah. And you most certainly, aren't the only one who will fall at the hands - or sometimes feet - of the Punk."
"And that bring me on to the lovely plastic barbie doll who seems to be inserting herself into men's business - and i most certainly did not want that to come out as disgusting as it sounded, although i have a feeling i'm not exactly wrong. Well, i can see how men with IQ's of Rage's can certainly find them real."
"Bliss...Bliss...Bliss. You come waltzing in here, demanding a title shot, a title shot at MY title, the title that belongs to me, and yet, i don't see you here. I don't see you being able to run to that ring and prove it to me. Because last time i checked, you were injured at the hands of Laura Tavares - and to me, that's not really champion-worthy if you ask me. To me i think the word that first springs to mind is....mediocre."
"And sweetheart, that is one thing that i am most certainly not. As i will prove tonight when Cable and I go two on one with none other than Mr. Baxter, the former - i repeat, former MPW World Heavyweight champion. The man who took me to the edge and back but a month ago, and the man who is going to feel the full force of the word "handicap" one we're done with him."
"So Bliss, while you've been sitting at home, maybe reading a book - probably doing other things a lot less educational than that - i've been getting shit done. And guess what? That shit i've been getting done, all has to do with this piece of gold hung on my shoulder." I pull down the title from the shoulder as it rests between the metal horns on my jacket, staring at it for a moment before holding it up to the camera.
"This, this is what it's all about. This is the reason you want to return, this is the reason i did what i did to the "Not-So-Only One" Rage. This, this object, this piece of metal, is a stepping stone, a leap forwards. Because this title is a leap forwards to eradicating people like Rage, and people like Trey Baxter, who think that appealing to the fans is right. And when these people are eradicated from the face of professional wrestling, then all will be right, and the fans will no longer have a say in what happens in the back."
"So all you maggots in the stands tonight, watch as your favourite champion - sorry, former champion - gets pummelled to an absolute pulp at the hands of two of your least favourite wrestlers. And know, while we're hammering down on Trey Baxter, that this is all because of you, and that in the end, we're the good guys in all of this."
"And nobody knows this more, than Mr. MPW World champ himself, Johnny Clash. Now, people keep asking me, begging to know whether or not Drake Hunter and Johnny Clash have formed an alliance, whether or not Cable and I are somehow, some-way involved in the schemes of Johnny. The fact is simple, No. If you need any proof of this, go onto the magical world of YouTube, search up NYCCW, and take a look at the top rated videos - apart from the first one, which is a small bloke in a green and black mask getting the piss take out of him."
"Actually, you know what do in fact watch that video, because we all need some laughs on occasion, and what's funnier than a midget in black and green tights being hit by a chair?"
"Back onto topic, i urge you to watch those videos. Because in those videos you will see the two greatest competitors in NYCCW history in that ring, wanting to bash the absolute hell out of each other. You tell me those two men, who've been through hell and back simply wanting to beat the crap out of one another, are now not only friends, but in "cahoots." There's your answer."
"The simple fact of the matter is, we have similar interests. We both hate the fans. We're both champions. We're both the top superstars of this company. And here's the key one, we both want to kick the living hell out of Trey Baxter and Ash Soulsfate. And tonight, in front of thousands upon thousands of the scum of Boise, Idaho, all jammed into a stadium supported by a few planks of wood and the dead ashes of the local women being hunted down as witches, we are going to decimate and obliterate Trey Baxter, and then he'll realize."
"That his fate, is in the form of a wheelchair."
With that i press the small red button on the camera, and take the camera and my gear inside to prepare for a demolition, courtesy of the Age of Arrogance.