You fucking pigs.
The bitter, monotone voice of John Taylor was all that could be heard in the otherwise eternal darkness.
When one runs around like a headless chicken for a prolonged period of time, it becomes tiresome. When the vast majority of the celebrated GZW roster do it, it becomes laughable. Moron after moron after FUCKING MORON try to make any sort of name for themselves. Each of them with their little unique selling point, their 'X' factor...
What's the fucking point?
Tonya Glory... The Unbreakable Female... Unbreakable? Clearly not, evident from her loss to Pimp Bizkit in the opening round of the tournament that would go on to destroy it all. Kaine... Untouchable?! ON WHAT FUCKING GROUNDS?!
I've beaten Kaine. I've beaten that which I'm told I simply cannot touch... I've disproved his little theory. I've made his gimmick redundant. In doing that, I've rendered his career thus far obsolete. Single handedly? Probably not. He's been beaten by any number of GZW's superstars... The Cursed Angel, Mychael Lord, even Seven's had a slice of the proverbial pie.
And Seven... What is there to say about this cartoon character that hasn't already been spread through various propaganda video packages circulating the official Ground Zero Wrestling website as well as its programming?
Electric Sharpe had a point. The vast majority of this promotion's roster is comprised of wrestlers content in being just that, GZW wrestlers. In their minds, they're already a part of the supposedly elusive roster. Therefore they need not work hard. Therefore they have the right to sponge and feed off the momentum, talent, ability and credibility of others. Scanning through the names and faces that make up this company's superstars, there are really only a handful that are deserving of their positions. There are really only a handful that are genuinely doing something worthwhile, new and groundbreaking. Pimp, Magic, Rex, Monarch, Spartan and Zac Sharp, right?
Wrong.
Pimp Bizkit is merely a reincarnation of Sincere in his GZW Heavyweight Champion days. Both had their backup stable. Sincere had his Chaos Theory and Pimp has his Heretics. Both thrived on taking the easy way out, cheating and avoiding defending the title if at all possible. But this isn't a knock on Sincere. The man is a legend. Pimp Bizkit is no legend, regardless of what the back of his Heretics T-Shirt might tell you. Even still, that's not necessarily a knock on the self-proclaimed Human Miracle. He may become a legend in the future, but not today. He claims to have won the belt on his own terms. He did not. He won the belt on the terms defined by Sincere back in 2001. The bottom line, Pimp? Find your own niche and then, just maybe you'll be honoured with the distinction of being called a 'legend'.
But of course, pay no attention to a thirty-three-year-old midcarder. You're too young, handsome and rich, right?
Wrong. As for Sean Fiery... Hats off, he's accomplished a lot over the past four years. But since his return, he's been something of an underachiever. By his own standards, at least. He made his triumphant return nearly two months ago at Fallout: Return To Glory, officiating the World Heavyweight Championship match between myself and Pimp Bizkit. Myself and Pimp had worked consistently for three months prior to that to claw our way to the top. Magic gets a call the day before the event and is flown in to act as referee. What mark did he make? Nothing, other than the outline of a crushed body after being slammed into oblivion by a simultaneously returning Nathan "T-Rex" Williams. We all know how that worked out. Since then, what has he done other than making sporadic TV appearances? Nothing. In hindsight, it would appear that Wiliams' interference in the main event at Return To Glory and Fiery's mucking up of the situation was merely a publicity stunt to generate some interest in the Final Encounter between the two... Again, not to knock two accomplished and decorated competitors, but they've had their day in the sun. It's time to roll over and let the next batch of hopefuls have their couple of years, to jump straight into the vector and start down their predetermined careers. Moving on to Monarch. James Corbin. The Wrestling Franchise. The Greatest Of All Time. A true Living Legend of this era.
However...
Corbin has captured every worthwhile piece of gold in Combined Championship Wrestling. Furthermore, he has no problem literally cramming that down any and everyone's throats. Unlike most, he's the envy of both young rookies and bitter veterans. He single handedly holds the power, the distinction and the credibility to make anyone a star. However, he also happens to be the most selfish prick to ever step foot in in a CCW ring, so few and far between receive the star treatment. At his age, Monarch seems content to just slip into the background of the Heretics, choosing to take the easy way out and fall victim to the old adage that if you can't beat 'em, join 'em... Is that to say Monarch couldn't defeat the Heretics if he wanted to? No, not at all. It is to say that he didn't even bother trying. Why could that be? For fear of failing? Fear of losing face?
Who knows?
What I do know is that Monarch is a stubborn bastard. Albeit he's past his prime, but he's still among the very best in the world today. And he undeniably possesses the star power to elevate somebody like the Lone Gunman to undisputed main event level. Am I saying that if I wrestle Monarch I'll learn a few new moves and complete my arsenal? No. I've already learned everything possible to learn from Monarch through watching him from the sidelines in HKWF and on old tapes. I'm saying that, given the right exposure, a match between myself and Monarch could finally open the eyes of the common fan and show them that I am among the very best. Such a match and such a performance would tear out their mundane, materialistic eyeballs and allow them to truly see the light, to force them to look past such irrelevant crap as appearance, ring attire, favourite quotes and entrance music. It would finally FORCE them to acknowledge and accept John Taylor for what he is - one of the best ever.
...But what about the rest of them? Zachary Sharp and Paul Spartan are trying to reignite a flame that went out nearly a year ago. Jimmy Williams and Electric Sharpe are stuck in an infinite game of ping-pong. James Tanner is set to fold under the pressure of a World Heavyweight Title shot. Tonya Glory is getting too big for her boots and is on the verge of either the making or breaking of her career. Undistinguished faces in the crowd like Joshua Cleaver and Edwin MacPhisto are going nowhere. Well what about some of the more bright prospects? Justin Sharp? Kid Kaos? Could one of them finally step up just as I have and reached out to grab what should and could have been theirs years ago?
Who knows?
Who fucking cares?
Taylor's voice was heard no more.