Post by Misery on Sept 24, 2024 17:56:27 GMT -5
Chance. It all came down to two briefcases and two men. Mac Bane retrieved two cases for himself and Kyra, forming an alliance that proved beneficial more for himself and leaving an opportunity for her, which left the last two to be battled between myself and Axel. My main focus was getting into phase two and I did that by annihilating the competition. I wasn’t going to stop doing that in phase two and Axel faced a tough battle. Two briefcases which held two championships. Mac Bane got the Intercontinental belt for himself, Kyra was left with an opportunity at a championship, leaving the Impact & World Championship in the briefcases belonging to myself and Axel. It was a one in two chance to become World Champion. It was Chance that Axel Shaw became the World Champion and I became the inaugural Impact Champion for All Action Wrestling.
I have found myself staring at the belt since that night. Looking at the gold main plate, using the tips of my fingers to feel the lettering, draping the championship over each of my broad shoulders. I have taken it into every room of the apartment with me. When I go piss the belt is either placed on the basin or on the bathroom floor, when I take a shit it’s over my shoulder, cooking it’s folded on the side next to the oven or laying on my lap whilst I eat. It is so surreal. I knew getting into phase two of the championship conquest match gave me three opportunities to become a champion. But being a champion. Everyone looking at the history books in months, years to come, seeing the first person to ever hold the belt is me. I was the first person announced as an AAW Champion on the show and I’ll be the first person to defend a championship in AAW. The legacy of the championship & the promotion starts with me. No pressure then.
Even though around my apartment I walk and sit and do daily chores with the title. I still am not sure how to present myself as a champion. I posted a picture on twitter of me holding the belt. Do I have to walk around the local supermarket with the belt around my waist? I scanned twitter to see how others present themselves, especially my opponent for Impact, who has got countless titles in his procession and wrestling in multiple companies. TJ Alexander just posts and focuses on the next matches. I stroke the main plate of the belt as I look at his social posts. For a man who claims to be a game changer he doesn’t highlight the titles he holds. If I had the titles he has then I’d be taking them everywhere to show the wider wrestling world of my successes. Surely that is how you promote yourself as a champion. Maybe trying to compare myself to others isn’t the way to be. There is only one version of myself and I’m going to do things my way as champion. I switch twitter off and throw the broken cellular phone onto the sofa next to me. The Impact Championship resting on my thighs with both my hands resting on the belt. The living room appears dark as my eyes adjust to my surroundings after gazing at the phone screen. Eyes coming back into focus.
The silence of the apartment is deafening, especially with each blink, the thoughts of self doubt creep in with the overwhelming voices. ’You’re not worthy of it’ Being prominent. ’You only got that by chance’. Being another. Depression was something I never expected to have but it looms over me like a foreboding shadow. I take the medication prescribed to me but sometimes I forget. It happens. I am human after all. But those days missed causes relapses to my self consciousness and for the past few days I have been taking the medication to try and get back on track. Travelling to other promotions and forgetting the tablets is why this has happened. Unfortunately for my opponents it is when I am most dangerous. I do not care what happens to me and even if I die doing it then that is what it is. I become even more of an unstable beast. Perhaps this is what I need to do with the first title defence against the aerial assassin. ’Forget to take the tablets and unleash hell upon TJ, perhaps it will show the entire AAW that the championship conquest brutalisation wasn’t just a one off, that I am someone to be taken seriously with no thoughts of the consequences.. No. Shaking my head as the voices took a hold of my mind. I pick the phone back up and select the camera, I take the impact championship and drape it over my shoulder, I press the circular record button on the screen to record my thoughts.
“I told you all that my aim was to advance to phase two of the Championship Conquest match. I warned you all that I was going to brutalise and destroy everything and everyone within my way. I did exactly that and walked out of the Crypto.com arena the inaugural All Action Wrestling Impact Champion! Slapping the faceplate of the championship belt for emphasis. “It could have been so different if I had chosen the other briefcase. Axel & myself fighting over the last two briefcases. If I had gotten the other case I would currently be your AAW World Heavyweight Champion and Axel would be the Impact Champion. But it is what it is. My time will come to challenge for the World Championship and it won’t be down to chance. It will be a certainty. A wry smile appears on my face. “At least I got to choose my briefcase. Unlike Kyra Davison who put her faith into Mac Bane when he took the briefcases on her behalf. She left with an opportunity whilst he became Intercontinental Champion. She now can choose who she’d like to face for that championship opportunity. How to mould her career in AAW with writing one champion's name upon that contract. If she chooses me then the jawdropper will have her ribs broken and her jaw locked as I impose MY moulding of this lineage as champion.
I take my eyes off the camera and gaze upon the faceplate of the championship ”Who says I’d even make it to the pay per view as champion as I’m the first champion to defend their gold. Would say that I’m the first person to main event two All Action Wrestling shows, back to back, but my opponent shares that same inaugural landmark”. Turning back to stare into the camera “I am a man of firsts in the AAW. This division was made for me. Defined for high energy, innovation and relentlessness. This championship is Friday Night’s show title! I am the Impact Champion. The Show’s Champion! I have questioned myself over and over again about what makes a good champion, if I can be a good champion, doubting myself so many times yet I came to the realisation that I shouldn’t compare myself to others. There has never been an AAW Impact Champion until now. I cannot be the man who took the title out of a briefcase and lost it at the first defence. That isn’t being a champion. That is being a fraud. I am not a fraud!” Shaking my head intently “I will not lose this title at the first defence! I cannot lose this title! I have to prove to everyone that advancing to phase two of the championship conquest wasn’t just brute force & luck. That I am the future of All Action Wrestling! Unfortunately for my opponent. He will have to be destroyed to prove that point!”
Switching the phone from one hand to the other before adjusting the championship on my shoulder. ”There isn’t a promotion around that my opponent hasn’t graced. He has wrestled in countless shows around the world, winning a lot of championships during those periods of time, he is currently champion in at least four promotions that come to mind. Championship wins is something TJ Alexander is used to. Title losses is something he is used to too. Unsuccessful championship opportunities though, I’m not sure he is used to that, it’ll be a new sensation he will feel at the end of our match when I reign supreme of Impact!” Placing the tip of my index finger against the gold word ‘IMPACT’ on the main plate of the championship. “Remaining your Impact Champion!”
“I know you’re looking to change that fact. You like to call yourself the game changer. Changing the game each and every time you step into the ring. Sounds almost poetic but the truth of the matter is games are played! People can be good at playing them and then there are those who talk big but fail miserably. You have shown you’re fast and agile in the ring however I am not your normal man. I am built bigger. Stronger. The game you’re used to playing will not work!” Shaking my head sorrowfully. “You’ll run into the ropes, leaping off anything and everything, trying to utilise your speed and agility but it’ll be like throwing a cup of water onto a brick wall. When I hit you, you’ll know it! When I catch you I'll drive you so far into the canvas or concrete that your face and body will leave indentations! You talk about a good game and believe the moniker of being a ‘game changer’, looking to level up with another title, this game has not been played and I’m going to be the cheat code to your platform. Take your game and Cruor it!”
Trying to replicate the London accent is not my forte but I’ll give it a go. “I don’t think you realise the true challenge that faces you, bruv.” Not sure what that was as I close my eyes in instant regret. Letting a regretful sigh out before opening my eyes and continuing in my own tone of voice. “The great fire of London was started at a bakery and all that took was a single spark. A spark that ignited and destroyed a city. The gordon riots was the most destructive urban rioting to hit London. Rioters destroyed businesses, churches and homes. During World War II London was subjected to mass bombings from the German army that was known as The Blitz. Amongst other cities in England. Over forty thousand people died during that stretch of time. London has a history of being destroyed. TJ Alexander is a Londoner. They’ll add another story after Friday Night Impact.” Clearing my throat with a cough “The Game Changer, TJ Alexander, renowned for competing around the wrestling world. Holding four or more titles from different promotions. A man building his own legend. However the London born wrestler was placed in the match against the AAW Impact Champion. A man from the pits of despair. A man known as Misery. TJ believed he could right the wrong of not making it into phase two. The reason he didn’t was because he was hit by the devastating Cruor and pinned by the now Impact Champion. Looking to rectify this by challenging for the title. But TJ Alexander bravado was short lived as not only did Misery make him suffer. He brutalised, decimated, eradicated the Londoner. TJ Alexander was left in a pool of his own blood. The legend he built in ashes like London was in 1666!”
A sadistic smile appears on my face. A rake my fingers through my black hair to get it out of my face. “You may want to be Impact Champion but I have already pinned you in the AAW ring. They say history doesn’t repeat itself. I beg to differ as Friday Night Impact is on the horizon and history will repeat itself. TJ Alexander getting Cruor for the One, Two, Three. TJ Alexander losing to me once more. TJ Alexander rectifying nothing!” I can feel my heart racing, my breaths getting longer and intensity building up within, all I want to do is throw the phone and hit myself in the head or chest. Let out roar but I try to stay composed with my eyes wide open. Staring at the phone with my piercing eyes. “You can be a champion in all the other promotions you like. However AAW, All Action Wrestling, will not be one of them. Not at my expense. Not taking my Impact Championship! I won the opportunity to win a briefcase. Winning the main event of the first ever show with three other people. This Friday I will be doing it again. Showing everyone that I am Impact. The Cruor that hits you, TJ, that is what Impact truly is! I, Misery, am IMPACT CHAMPION! I AM IMPACT! I WILL CRUOR YOU AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN!”
I couldn’t hold it in anymore as I threw my phone against the wall. I take the championship off my shoulder and drop it onto the floor. My fingers rubbing my head and hair as I begin to pace up and down in the room. I let out a mighty yell of pure frustration. All I could think about is the match on Friday. The thought of repeating what I did against my opponent brings excitement. The pure bloodlust and thoughts of bringing pain to the game changer is exciting.
Thinking of piledriving TJ from the ring apron to the unpadded concrete floor.
Thinking of Cruor TJ through the barricade.
Taking Alexander’s limp body and hitting a diminished so his head hits the middle turnbuckle and his body crashes against the exposed steel of the ringpost.
I go over to see the phone as more cracks upon it but the video is still recording. I press stop and find the youtube app. Following the instructions before uploading the video onto it and sharing it to twitter/X. I throw the phone onto the sofa and pick the crumpled title belt from the floor and gaze upon it once more. I may not be used to being a champion but Friday I’ll begin my own legend of being Impact Champion for All Action Wrestling.