Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2023 1:59:42 GMT -5
Over the years there had been many names that believed they'd snuffed us out like a flame in the wind tunnel. We'd left promotions in the past due to creative differences but when losses followed those differences there was always someone to claim they were the deciding factor in our absence. However like a candle you'd forgotten you'd lit we would burn the world around those names down. We would always come back because leaving our domain wasn't an option.
I had far too much pride to give up on this sport. Wrestling was always like a fever dream of mine that I had all too often but could never grasp. I'd followed the wrestling world since I was a little girl and dreamed of being in the ring with my name announced. Instead, life dealt me a losing hand and I became a man's slave in a world not meant for women like me. I'd play the part of the dutiful wife and would still find myself in a match with my lover. I'd play pretend in a world of fools if it meant I could live to see another day clinging to the hope that things would change.
That is why when Levi came into my life I knew what I had to do. I had to be strong for the both of us and strong I was. That is why to this day we are an unfathomable force to be reckoned with. We were two halves of a whole in this cruel and unforgiving world and we both had a dream. Wrestling was a common factor to our relationship and was the main factor to what we were now. Our team was based on the grounds of a mutual understanding and respect for a sport we both watched growing up.
I groomed my Monster well through our time together and bonding over the little things that made us who we were. I got him to trust me and now he fights for me. While many would say I'm spineless to let a man who by bidding I simply say I'm the brains of the operation while he is the muscle.
Two halves to a whole.
Two champions and a newcomer enter the ring on the first night of Outcast Championship Wrestleing's Battleground with the expectation that my Monster will fall. Over the past few years I've watched as champions reign then fall and oftentimes they fall out of the ring all together. Becoming a champion is a fickle thing that many don't realize carries a lot of weight. There is the expectation to win regardless of the championship being the ultimate prize at the end of battle. Champions are expected to carry their company to heights far above what they are capable of and many crumble under the pressure.
One such opponent of my Monsters who caved under such pressure is Toxicita. She was marketed as the perfect weapon against anyone who dared step foot across from her. She was the ultimate beast, such a title for a small woman but given to her out of respect. At the end of it all that title ultimately caused her to crumble and mentally break into a million pieces. Because she marketed herself as perfection she asked to be put in her place back among the ordinary instead of being extraordinary. No one can possibly live up to such a self imposed title as "Perfect".
Even now she still clings to perfection even though she wasn't able to grasp it. Once again she will eventually break and lose herself. Thrown into the abyss where she will become unhinged again and then she will change like she did before, or quit all together.
As for my Monster, the only thing I claim him to be is what he is; a beast. He is the embodiment of the word Outcast. Turned away from the world due to his inability to fit in none of his own doing of course. My Monster no longer needs to be a part of a world that would rather embrace a pretty face rather than someone who is willing to be what they were designed to be. My Monster has been a protector and provider to me which hasn't come easily. He's been shunned from the world because instead of impressing those in the world he chooses only to impress me. Due to his appearance and mentalistic state of which is what many consider “normal”, he's been deemed an Outcast; a title we hold near and dear.
This bring me to the Outcast World Champion himself, Mr. BRADDOCK. A man who could easily fit into this world if he ever wanted to. There is a difference between a self made Outcast and one who didn't have a choice in the matter. A drunk who chooses his addiction over everything else in his life. Relationships of all kinds fall to the wayside because he is unable to defeat his own battle with himself. So weak he can’t put himself in place or so pathetic that he chooses not to.
A lonely useless drunk doesn't make for a very well put together champion as we've seen in our last Elevate Champion Valkyrie Venom. The championship was stripped away from her due to her inability to drop the drugs and alcohol the question is how long do you believe you have until the same happens to you BRADDOCK? The name of names in this company has his staple tattooed across his midsection and it's not champion; it's drunk. A low life. Someone who can’t even fight the imaginary opponents in his head.
My Monster has had to overcome not only obstacles like diversity but also the pain and suffering of watching pretty faces get what they don't deserve because they fit in as the norm. Pretty faces such as Toxicita who expect greatness but can't always deliver. Pathetic how she didn't try against Mr.York but somehow her hands still found their way to a championship. My Monster knows what it's like to be shunned for being himself while individuals like BRADDOCK make themselves into these useless creatures that society deem as Outcasts. BRADDOCK doesn't know what it is like to be a true Outcast just like he doesn't know what it takes to be a real champion. He doesn’t wrestle with his demons every day instead he cowers down and accepts defeat.
Toxicita, you took on a name because you found out that your ways of thinking were toxic yet you never changed them. You talk about how perfect you still are but also how imperfect you can be. The two can't coexist in the same individual so are you actual perfection or just a liar with extra explanations? I do have to give you some credit because you managed to make it out of your match with Colossus with not only minimal damage but also the championship but I also need to warn you that you won't be lucky a second time.
My Monster has eyes on a much larger price than your Fight4 Championship but that doesn't mean he still won't use you to prove he's worthy of an actual championship match. You've shown how impressive you can be so imagine the mark it will leave when a much larger and scary Monster than the last removes you from this wrestling ring for a while. You're so tiny and it's such a shame that someone who has some talent will have their bones snapped and ground into dust by the end of the first Battleground. Outcast Championship Wrestling will be looking for a new champion soon once my Monster is done with you.
I hope you do try to get into my Monster's head like you seem to have done to other opponents in the past. My Monster fights on a daily basis with what goes on in his mind and has yet to lose. I don’t foresee you being the voice that gets into his head and causes him to crumble.
I dare you to try to end my Monster's career because it will make things more fun for him. Leviathan only listens to me, I'm the only person who has ever made it past his exterior and really understood him. You can attempt to pull out all the stops in order to do what you did to Destiny Micheals or even Zella OMega but your attempts will fall on deaf ears.
You've not come face to face with an individual like my Leviathan. Colossus was a mouse compared to what my Monster can and will do to you in Dallas. Not only does my Monster enjoy winning, he also enjoys inflicting pain and you're just his type. Beautiful on the outside and ugly on the inside, you're perfect to show this company what a real Outcast can do when put in a ring with someone who is the perfect picture of societies golden child. Ripping you apart and crushing your bones will be like a game to him. I hope you're ready.
Now as for our World Champion you're the main course to my Monster's meal at Battleground. You have something he wants and something he will have soon enough. Your run here in Outcast Championship Wrestling has been impressive but not for the reason you'd list for yourself. You've won all but one match in your career here and you hold the highest championship possible. What makes both these facts about you impressive is that you can call them facts at all. A drunk who cares more about the money and now the glory over the sport itself.
My Monster doesn't take his role in wrestling lightly. This is more than a game or a way to earn a living. Unlike Mr.BRADDOCK my Monster understands the implications of being a champion and being a World Champion for that matter. This is a sport that has lost its respect because of men like BRADDOCK who drink to cover up the pain. Men who claim they have no need to cling to fame by being a champion but once they have the championship change their tune only to prove they're frauds. BRADDOCK claimed he didn't care about the championship but now boasts about having it on his shoulder.
What happens when you give a drunk the idea he could possibly be more than just a drunk? You give him a purpose but what that drunk does with that purpose in nothing compared to someone who had purpose from the beginning. My Monster walks into this federation with the goal of being more than a face in the back. My Monster comes hungry with a need for the championship that BRADDOCK now holds so near and dear to his heart. Unlike BRADDOCK, my Monster and I know our worth and know that the championship will one day be around his waist. BRADDOCK doesn't possess the same confidence and because of that simple mistake he will add another loss to his record.
Outcast Championship Wrestling's World Champion is the fake until you make it type. If he pretends to be something he isn't while in the spotlight he can hide his true colors in the shadows. In the shadows, BRADDOCK is still that scared drunk who is looking for enough cash to simply survive. He finds every avenue to pull in cash because he’s afraid of being back at square one with nothing but a bottle and a gun. He is still a man who claims to not care about the trivial things in life but actually cares deeply and is afraid to show it. My Monster fears nothing; not glory nor defeat.
How long does management expect BRADDOCK to hold up to the pressure of the bottle? The answer is they don’t expect it to be long. They know as well that BRADDOCK will one day make the bottle his only vice and if they were honest they hope it were sooner rather than later. BRADDOCK is a blemish on the company and everyone knows it. In the end the only desire of his will be the undoing of all this hard work he’s put into a life not worth living.
My Monster's debut will be one many will talk about when against all odds he will be triumphant over not one but two champions. Though he may not walk out with gold he will walk out with blood on his hands and his name on the lips of every fan of Outcast Championship Wrestling. I expect a championship match in his near future once he puts these two to rest.