Post by Blake Worship on Mar 17, 2009 0:57:36 GMT -5
It would appear that yet again I must educate the less fortunate within our ranks once more...
The scene opens inside the new Regulators' skybox suite overseeing the REW Arena. The place is dark, only the brightness of the arena lights below shining through the skybox window, illuminating the form of a massive man seated in an armchair with his back to the ring so many feet under his current elevation.
The man's voice is deep and gravelly-smooth, both soothing and fear-inspriring all at once...
Listen to me closely, because I am only going to say this once. And believe it or not, what I say is to help you...
Before his next words are spoken, his eyes flash for a split second with an electric blue neon spark, revealing him to be none other than The Better Pick Blake Worship. He leans forward in his chair as he stares into the camera, adjusting his REW World Heavyweight Championship belt on his shoulder as it gleams golden in the faint arena light.
Worship: You, Jonny Corrigan, are a complete and utter fool...
Blake continues to stare into the camera, his face expressionless as he does so.
Worship: Perhaps this sounds insulting, but I assure you these are words that could save what is left of your tired uncherished life. I've helped alot of people in my career, and none of them have ever been the worse off for it. Every career I've touched has led to gold, acclaim, greatness... Consider these things before you reject what I'm telling you...
Worship brings his elbows up on his knees, resting his chin on his right hand enclosed over his left fist.
Worship: I know, deep down within me, that the only way I can ever possibly get through to you is to make you understand how fully... retarded... your thought processes are... I've tried once before to make you understand, when I confronted you in that restroom... I was hopeful that maybe I had managed to get through to you, but it seems whatever cognitive ability to reason you might have was clouded by your intense anger, anger with me after the alleged "beatdown" I gave you...
At these words Worship cannot help but chuckle a bit, his teeth gleaming in the low light through the lips of his smirk before vanishing again under Blake's look of solemnity.
Worship: I slammed you against a toilet seat... I crushed in a steel wall against your body... I hurled you into a mirror... I soared you up into a tile ceiling... this is all true, Jonny. But in the world I come from, if all of that was enough to hospitalize you, then that just further proves how foolish you are. How can a young upstart such as yourself, practically a toddler in the realm of professional wrestling you've wrongfully yourself into, hope to stand a chance against a man like me? Especially when you can't take a few good shots to the head and body and lose a few trickles of blood without needing medical attention...?
Worship leans back into his comfy armchair, staring idly up at the dark ceiling barely visible by the light from the arena below.
Worship: You say you been through things far worse than... hearing my name, listening to me belittle you, putting up with my self-touting nature... and I believe you. Because frankly, most people have. You're right, I'm nothing compared to anything you've been through... what I am, Jonny... what I am capable of, is like nothing your naive little mind could possibly comprehend. I see that now. With every word your puny lips utter feebly at me in hopes of portraying some dangerously rebellious attitude, it becomes even more clear to me how honest-to-God... stupid... you really are...
Worship leans forward again to glare quizzically into the camera lens, his head cocked to one side, brows furrowed in confusion and disbelief.
Worship: I mean, let's be real, Jonny. Do you-do you actually THINK... that two meaningless matches with both yours and my name in the title mean ANYTHING to me? The only reason people can think back to those matches AT ALL is because "Blake Worship" precedes your name, kid! The first time I didn't think enough of you to waste my time entering the ring, thinking you'd lack the balls to actually show yourself. And the second time...? Seriously, you call that a one-on-one fight between two wrestlers? Your argument is rudimentary at best, poor child... I suggest you try digging a little deeper into the man you're going to face in a few weeks, and then try facing the facts...
Worship adjusts his World Title and leans an elbow on one knee as he squares himself with the camera.
Worship: These are the facts, Jonny. There is only ONE person in the history of this business who has EVER beaten me for a World Title, and he's the same guy whose ass got handed to him and shrank off into the shadows, the same guy whose belt now rests on MY shoulder... in case your slow-paced brain does not yet grasp what I'm saying, I'm talking about Jayson Ray. The only reason he managed to beat me was because he had home court advantage, a mitigating factor I haven't had to deal with since facing off against the legendary Ironfist, and apparently a factor that still affects my ability to perform. Nonetheless, I accomplished my goal... DHS is DEAD. Ray is gone, the World Title is back around the waist of the best in the business, and YOU... [chuckles] you are all that is left... and in case you haven't realized it yet, you are no Cloudstrife, Jonny. And you are DEFINITELY no Jayson Ray...
Worship brings his hand up under his head, resting it on his open palm as he lays his cheek against his fingers.
Worship: Are you getting the picture yet, Jonny? When you put the highest accolades on the line, Blake Worship does what he does best. PPV matches, being in the Main Event, fighting for the World Title...? This is what I was BORN to do, Jonny. I've been fighting in matches more epic than this while you were still back in Granite Falls, masturbating under your bed covers to candid camera pictures of the neighbor's wife... Is this becoming clearer to you now, Corrigan? I've been doing this far too long, I've all but perfected the art of World Title matches. At this stage, I am practically unbeatable. And the skill it takes to even have a chance of taking me down, is not something you possess... THOSE, Jonny... those are the facts... the next time you see me in that six-sided ring, you'll finally get to meet the man that has killed countless people without fear of punishment, that has ended careers and even killed in the ring... because the next time we meet in that ring, after I land that Flying Stigmata on your exposed neck... you'll be lucky to walk again, let alone breathe another breath of life... ponder that, young one. Face those facts, let them sink in, and with luck you'll realize how badly Cloud royally fucked you when he put you in the ring with me for my belt... because the fact is, you may achieve World Title gold, one day... but listen well when I say... It will NEVER... be against ME...
Blake leans back once again in his chair, his face shrouded in shadow as only his eyes twinkle an electric blue in the darkness...
Some People Can Only Learn The Hard Way...
How Very Unfortunate For You...
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