Post by themorbidwolf on Oct 29, 2024 8:50:13 GMT -5
Focusing in we see Rivers inside of a high rise office building with an elevator that goes to the final floor. Signaling to us that he now also most likely has his own business helicopter, regarding how much he uses it though is still a question we must continue to ask ourselves.
From the look of the horizon view it still looked like it was pitch black outside although business never sleeps, and especially regarding the EPW somebody had to be doing some work. Especially with it being 5:10 in the morning. Central standard time if any of that actually matters.
Rivers heads outside into the lobby where for the first time in a while he smiles, waving into the camera before whatever business he is tending too returning to a business like setting. Few smiles, and few laughs.
The camera follows Rivers into his business office as he shuts the door behind him. Immediately taking out his new business tablet cuing up Alexandra Calaway's promo.
"We haven't been formally introduced yet. Mrs Calaway you could have formally introduced yourself, but since its quite clear you're going to be devoid of any manners, I'll instead introduce myself, but in the future I hope this doesn't happen. I'm Christian Rivers, and now I've got a feeling that we're going to skip the pleasantries for the rest of it."
Rivers' secretary then walked in setting a cup of coffee on his desk, followed by walking back outside to her desk.
"It should really be said that with a match like this, even though its specifically non-title, you need to watch the discussions you have with your children. Adult problems only confuse children. Offering advice. You don't want to continue to create your own problems, you can't very well solve can you?"
I, head over to my desk, allowing that sweet nectar of the Gods to infuse my system. How could anybody function without coffee?
"Your children are truly your greatest champions. But, I was an orphan. The only person I could champion was myself. Especially since I broke into the business later than I expected, but that's life. It doesn't always give you a map or instructions. Even after all that interaction though, its not going to be a good sign to leave them in the audience."
Rivers pauses for a moment as he carefully scrolls down on the screen, and knows exactly who she's trying to appeal too. Not just for the match but every time the eyes are shifted in a glance near her. This returning former champion, and now what does she offer the man, and the myth? I could think of many things that would be befitting of a man like me. I was still earning them in the EPW but the Anarchy Championship by far was the nicest prize to date. I study every detail about the woman who chose to look like she was shooting a music video more so than a wrestling promo. Beside being an example to every mother who watched this the real meat, and bones was going to be in her promo. I hope she brought something of substance too. Because this wasn't EPW day care. Ms Calaway came back to find some redemption, and also some payback. However, it was just the wrong type of timing on her part because the type of punishment she was going to receive, well I don't know if she prepared herself well enough.
I pay attention to her warning, and I might decide to hand out one of my own. Though, its extremely rare. The thing I want the most is catatonic children. Even delivering them to me indirectly would make my Christmas, and New Years. This upcoming match would determine if that happened or not. Within that warning, if you could actually call it that outlined a specific theme.
I walk out of my office, straight to the elevator going down to the very first floor where the sound proof conference rooms are. Can't promise I won't shout, but there's a very good possibility.
"Mrs. Calaway, what would ever give you the idea that I was untouchable? I think from the very beginning everybody all ready knew that I wasn't untouchable. I don't need Britt's protection. But, she is my employer, and I just can't give up this job. I happen to love it, and I volunteered for this. I was just fortunate enough that I got in when I did. Well, having the Anarchy Title over my shoulder or around my waist does make me special. Because I dethroned the former champion K. Mont who legally changed their name to vacant, and then had to hold a replica until she got the real belt. Timing is some time the worst for us. Just ask K. Mont. Maybe she should have kept the name vacant to always have a legal loop hole. That challenge though has been completed. Just who the fuck are you to challenge my authority as the current champion? I realize your logic is flawed with you just returning, but let me remind you that I'm the champion because I earned it. Not because you being here, or not is a non factor. Face it, you came back to see the business passed you by, and now you wanted another piece of it. But Britt couldn't give you the title shot because you did nothing to earn it. Now regardless of what happens in this match you still have to recognize me as your EPW Anarchy Champion, and I'm also going to bask in it as much as I damn well please!"
"This Anarchy Championship? That's right, its mine! The sooner you can accept that fact that better. You go ahead and cry me a river while you're at it. When I got here the halls said EPW, and I made K. Mont tap so hard I doubt she'll ever return for a rematch. I don't play games Mrs Calaway. I handle business. This Anarchy Champion right here handles his business, and you're not the one to decide how I dispense that justice, and whose with me when we handle that business. I don't know about these games your referring to but they're simply not in my vocabulary. Go threatened somebody who is weak minded because there is no affect here. I some what admire your attempt but again it's another failed attempt."
"Mrs Calaway, its not in my nature to question Brit, or any duties I'm assigned. I just handle them the best I can. But then again why are you so concerned about me. As if I wouldn't know how to make the decision myself? That's what your after? All I see is a smoke screen. You're trying to put up a fight, but I see the holes in your fight game. Let me patch them up. I make my own decision, and use my own judgment. I'm human, and I'm not indestructible. I'm just doing the job that plays to my strengths. That means you'll think I'm a puppet, but that's fine. Actually make up your own mind for once. I don't need a belt to save me. I don't even have to carry the belt out there. I all ready have that title too. You're making it so much harder on yourself too. Whether there was a title or not, it was always going to end with you tapping, or getting pinned. I don't understand where you're getting all of your information from. Maybe stop going to dumb, and dumber for wrestling advice. They've clearly lead you down the wrong path. Your reckoning? You should have become a stand up comedian, because that's hilarious!
There's a distinct pause, and then Rivers continues.
"Its a good thing this isn't just about a title for you. Because if it were the only thing you'd be doing is going to the very back of the line. We now have an honorable champion. In my EPW Anarchy Title division every challenger has to earn it, and then when they actually get here pull their own heads from their asses.... "
"You're lucky that I'm even giving you an audience for a non title match. That's one of those things you need to thank Brit for though. Mrs Calaway, you need to understand that I'm at the top of the mountain, and you're about to be kicked off of it again. Only this time you'll learn not to cry, and obsess over it. It's not just unhealthy for you. It's unhealthy for those children when you had no business of sharing your in ring prowess with them. I'm not saying you're a bad mother, but the signs sure are there. Being in your way is not a dangerous place to be. I heard the rumors you were good, but now I see why I had no reason to believe them. You're not the future Mrs Calaway, right now unfortunately you're starting over. Seeing if its even worth the interest in you any more. I don't see much after all of this lack luster substance. Again, you're too late! I'm all ready reshaping this company in my image, and guess what? This company will be better off for it. If you stepping up to me in a non title is big, well maybe you need to reassess your return."
Screaming into sound proof glass wasn't as fun as it use to be. Especially when you had an opponent who just didn't get it. There were more life lessons in this than I cared to mention, but I'm sure there were going to be more. Mrs Calaway, I can tell you have good intentions but those stopped carrying you when to started this whole thing. By the way I'm not a toy. I'm not easily manipulated. After while, it will be like me just correcting all of your inaccuracies because you're worth that Kamala Harris, and Joe Biden put together. Jesus Christ, you think you'd be ready but no. But this is the best you can do for right now. You're going to find out that you can't break me either. Once, I get you locked in to a submission you aren't getting out. It will be sleepy time for you. You aren't getting near Britt, unless she gives me the okay.
"Actually, Mrs Calaway, you wouldn't know what I built my career on unless I told you, and then you couldn't be so arrogant as to say I built my career on the back of somebody else. Because you've haven't been here to see what's gone down while you were recovering, or whatever it is you actually do. I'll continue to break people, and doing what's necessary for this company to prosper. You don't have to agree with the actions. All you have to agree on is that it works. Why are you telling me you don't follow orders? That to me is useless information because I didn't actually care about that."
"You're no force of nature. The reason I can tell is you finally mention something bigger than yourself. Nobody will stand in the way of your destiny. Well there is somebody standing in the way of your destiny. You! If you wanna do something bigger than yourself, please, please, please find a bid into the World Title tournament. But come correct if you get in. Your destiny has all ready passed you by. Find another path that doesn't end up here, and you'll be good. Otherwise, its going to be a snap, and a nap for you Ms. Calaway. You'll never become bigger than yourself,. You'll never have the career, legacy, or freedom you want by trying to reclaim something that is no longer yours. It seems like you need to be told this more than once so you'll finally understand."
We can see Rivers in the sound proof room still. He seems like his nerves are starting to get shot as he raises his hands up, and then back down. Sighing he comes back out to speak directly.
"Mrs. Calaway, I all ready knew I was the real deal before I signed a contract here. I have a brain, and can think for myself. You can stop with the whole you may think bit. I thought you would have been better in your transitioning from subject to subject. But no, you just want everything to make complete sense to you even if it makes sense to nobody else. Why does it matter that the Anarchy Title is not on the line. All champions have an off night sooner or later. I don't see anything out of the ordinary here. Maybe stop looking for problems every where, when there are none. Your problem is you ask all of these questions to your opponent. But then you answer them for them. Because my answers are not what you'd want. Especially since I've been helping to put this place on the map."
"Mrs. Calaway, from what I'm seeing you're not a threat, and you didn't deserve a title shot. That non title match proves it. Most of this promo you sent to me proves it. You're just not ready yet, and no amount of complaining, or treating me like an inferior champion and challenger is going to change that. You're just not ready yet. Time to admit that into that overly thick skull of yours! But the title isn't on the line, and I will prove to you I'm more of a threat than you've faced in a very long time. This title is staying with me, and you have to learn to live with that but I must admit. I love seeing this eat you alive!"
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Working my way through Ms Calaway's promo was beginning to get really exhausting. Getting down to the last part I'm not sure what she was trying to accomplish/ I guess I had to play follow along until it was finished.
"Mrs Calaway, I don't know why you're fighting so hard for a title match. Things have changed. I'm the champion, and you aren't. I wouldn't grant you a title match even if I was threatened to be stripped of it. That's how confident I am in my short time with the belt. I believe in myself. Britt is also the boss. What she says goes. What I say goes, and you're definitely not getting a title match now. I am my own man Ms Calaway. Funny, isn't it? You find the one place you fit in, and then somebody immediately tries to take everything away from you. Except you can't take anything away from me. Stop worrying what Brit will do next. That would be your biggest strength but you're so angry right now you can't even see straight."
"Mrs Calaway, "I fail to see how anything I do in the future concerns you. Unfortunately, I'm not an attack dog. Instead, I'm an attack dog that has mma technique fused with technical wrestling. For almost perfect technique, and top notch conditioning. You weren't expecting this type of war, and you all ready know its a war you can't win. Bring it little girl if you think you have it. It's not my first time to have bled, and it won't be the last. You're not a champion for one. Not sure how many times that needs to be stated. Its a lot harder when I fight back. I put you something in like a rear naked choke, or some other obscure submission I'm just dying to prove you wrong on. You know the types of holds where you can't use the rope to break, and the types that put you out a few minutes after feeling what they can do. Of course once you go out, I don't necessarily release the hold. Because just a slight bout of brain damage means I've still won over over you. A little more."
"Mrs Calaway, let me tell you something about monsters. You may have heard this before, or maybe not. So it goes that the biggest monster standing in our way is us. We're always in our own way. Stop acting like your kids, and get out of your own way. Blaming everybody else for your screw ups is just pathetic!"
Finally, a break for breakfast, and almost 8 am. Time flies when you have to work.
Ms Calaway: "You've spent the majority of this promo making out your specific issues to be that the title, brit, and everything else you mentioned is important. Especially all of that obnoxious asking questions of me only to turn around and answer them yourself. I guess this is what peace must feel like. Yeah that's exactly what I meant.
I'm not trying to control your future either. You just aren't ever going to have one in the Anarchy Title division.
"Ms Calaway, its personal for yourself and Brit. It's not personal for me at all. But I'll still drive you over to another title division, and you can give them your little sob story there. You sure have some backward logic Ms Calaway. If you were going to get a shot at the World title you never would have cared about this match being a non title. Make up your damn mind! But you've all ready lost. You're in your own way too much. You'll never break me or beat me like that. Not even in your wildest dreams."
Ms Calaway, why would I want to come after you, when its so much more fun watching you unravel yourself. You did a brilliant job of torturing yourself throughout this promo. Only to talk about going after me. You didn't need this pit stop either. That's the difference between us. I'm always calculated, and you break down over a non title match not being what you want, and then change it all at the very end. See you in the ring bitch!
From the look of the horizon view it still looked like it was pitch black outside although business never sleeps, and especially regarding the EPW somebody had to be doing some work. Especially with it being 5:10 in the morning. Central standard time if any of that actually matters.
Rivers heads outside into the lobby where for the first time in a while he smiles, waving into the camera before whatever business he is tending too returning to a business like setting. Few smiles, and few laughs.
The camera follows Rivers into his business office as he shuts the door behind him. Immediately taking out his new business tablet cuing up Alexandra Calaway's promo.
"We haven't been formally introduced yet. Mrs Calaway you could have formally introduced yourself, but since its quite clear you're going to be devoid of any manners, I'll instead introduce myself, but in the future I hope this doesn't happen. I'm Christian Rivers, and now I've got a feeling that we're going to skip the pleasantries for the rest of it."
Rivers' secretary then walked in setting a cup of coffee on his desk, followed by walking back outside to her desk.
"It should really be said that with a match like this, even though its specifically non-title, you need to watch the discussions you have with your children. Adult problems only confuse children. Offering advice. You don't want to continue to create your own problems, you can't very well solve can you?"
I, head over to my desk, allowing that sweet nectar of the Gods to infuse my system. How could anybody function without coffee?
"Your children are truly your greatest champions. But, I was an orphan. The only person I could champion was myself. Especially since I broke into the business later than I expected, but that's life. It doesn't always give you a map or instructions. Even after all that interaction though, its not going to be a good sign to leave them in the audience."
Rivers pauses for a moment as he carefully scrolls down on the screen, and knows exactly who she's trying to appeal too. Not just for the match but every time the eyes are shifted in a glance near her. This returning former champion, and now what does she offer the man, and the myth? I could think of many things that would be befitting of a man like me. I was still earning them in the EPW but the Anarchy Championship by far was the nicest prize to date. I study every detail about the woman who chose to look like she was shooting a music video more so than a wrestling promo. Beside being an example to every mother who watched this the real meat, and bones was going to be in her promo. I hope she brought something of substance too. Because this wasn't EPW day care. Ms Calaway came back to find some redemption, and also some payback. However, it was just the wrong type of timing on her part because the type of punishment she was going to receive, well I don't know if she prepared herself well enough.
I pay attention to her warning, and I might decide to hand out one of my own. Though, its extremely rare. The thing I want the most is catatonic children. Even delivering them to me indirectly would make my Christmas, and New Years. This upcoming match would determine if that happened or not. Within that warning, if you could actually call it that outlined a specific theme.
I walk out of my office, straight to the elevator going down to the very first floor where the sound proof conference rooms are. Can't promise I won't shout, but there's a very good possibility.
"Mrs. Calaway, what would ever give you the idea that I was untouchable? I think from the very beginning everybody all ready knew that I wasn't untouchable. I don't need Britt's protection. But, she is my employer, and I just can't give up this job. I happen to love it, and I volunteered for this. I was just fortunate enough that I got in when I did. Well, having the Anarchy Title over my shoulder or around my waist does make me special. Because I dethroned the former champion K. Mont who legally changed their name to vacant, and then had to hold a replica until she got the real belt. Timing is some time the worst for us. Just ask K. Mont. Maybe she should have kept the name vacant to always have a legal loop hole. That challenge though has been completed. Just who the fuck are you to challenge my authority as the current champion? I realize your logic is flawed with you just returning, but let me remind you that I'm the champion because I earned it. Not because you being here, or not is a non factor. Face it, you came back to see the business passed you by, and now you wanted another piece of it. But Britt couldn't give you the title shot because you did nothing to earn it. Now regardless of what happens in this match you still have to recognize me as your EPW Anarchy Champion, and I'm also going to bask in it as much as I damn well please!"
"This Anarchy Championship? That's right, its mine! The sooner you can accept that fact that better. You go ahead and cry me a river while you're at it. When I got here the halls said EPW, and I made K. Mont tap so hard I doubt she'll ever return for a rematch. I don't play games Mrs Calaway. I handle business. This Anarchy Champion right here handles his business, and you're not the one to decide how I dispense that justice, and whose with me when we handle that business. I don't know about these games your referring to but they're simply not in my vocabulary. Go threatened somebody who is weak minded because there is no affect here. I some what admire your attempt but again it's another failed attempt."
"Mrs Calaway, its not in my nature to question Brit, or any duties I'm assigned. I just handle them the best I can. But then again why are you so concerned about me. As if I wouldn't know how to make the decision myself? That's what your after? All I see is a smoke screen. You're trying to put up a fight, but I see the holes in your fight game. Let me patch them up. I make my own decision, and use my own judgment. I'm human, and I'm not indestructible. I'm just doing the job that plays to my strengths. That means you'll think I'm a puppet, but that's fine. Actually make up your own mind for once. I don't need a belt to save me. I don't even have to carry the belt out there. I all ready have that title too. You're making it so much harder on yourself too. Whether there was a title or not, it was always going to end with you tapping, or getting pinned. I don't understand where you're getting all of your information from. Maybe stop going to dumb, and dumber for wrestling advice. They've clearly lead you down the wrong path. Your reckoning? You should have become a stand up comedian, because that's hilarious!
There's a distinct pause, and then Rivers continues.
"Its a good thing this isn't just about a title for you. Because if it were the only thing you'd be doing is going to the very back of the line. We now have an honorable champion. In my EPW Anarchy Title division every challenger has to earn it, and then when they actually get here pull their own heads from their asses.... "
"You're lucky that I'm even giving you an audience for a non title match. That's one of those things you need to thank Brit for though. Mrs Calaway, you need to understand that I'm at the top of the mountain, and you're about to be kicked off of it again. Only this time you'll learn not to cry, and obsess over it. It's not just unhealthy for you. It's unhealthy for those children when you had no business of sharing your in ring prowess with them. I'm not saying you're a bad mother, but the signs sure are there. Being in your way is not a dangerous place to be. I heard the rumors you were good, but now I see why I had no reason to believe them. You're not the future Mrs Calaway, right now unfortunately you're starting over. Seeing if its even worth the interest in you any more. I don't see much after all of this lack luster substance. Again, you're too late! I'm all ready reshaping this company in my image, and guess what? This company will be better off for it. If you stepping up to me in a non title is big, well maybe you need to reassess your return."
Screaming into sound proof glass wasn't as fun as it use to be. Especially when you had an opponent who just didn't get it. There were more life lessons in this than I cared to mention, but I'm sure there were going to be more. Mrs Calaway, I can tell you have good intentions but those stopped carrying you when to started this whole thing. By the way I'm not a toy. I'm not easily manipulated. After while, it will be like me just correcting all of your inaccuracies because you're worth that Kamala Harris, and Joe Biden put together. Jesus Christ, you think you'd be ready but no. But this is the best you can do for right now. You're going to find out that you can't break me either. Once, I get you locked in to a submission you aren't getting out. It will be sleepy time for you. You aren't getting near Britt, unless she gives me the okay.
"Actually, Mrs Calaway, you wouldn't know what I built my career on unless I told you, and then you couldn't be so arrogant as to say I built my career on the back of somebody else. Because you've haven't been here to see what's gone down while you were recovering, or whatever it is you actually do. I'll continue to break people, and doing what's necessary for this company to prosper. You don't have to agree with the actions. All you have to agree on is that it works. Why are you telling me you don't follow orders? That to me is useless information because I didn't actually care about that."
"You're no force of nature. The reason I can tell is you finally mention something bigger than yourself. Nobody will stand in the way of your destiny. Well there is somebody standing in the way of your destiny. You! If you wanna do something bigger than yourself, please, please, please find a bid into the World Title tournament. But come correct if you get in. Your destiny has all ready passed you by. Find another path that doesn't end up here, and you'll be good. Otherwise, its going to be a snap, and a nap for you Ms. Calaway. You'll never become bigger than yourself,. You'll never have the career, legacy, or freedom you want by trying to reclaim something that is no longer yours. It seems like you need to be told this more than once so you'll finally understand."
We can see Rivers in the sound proof room still. He seems like his nerves are starting to get shot as he raises his hands up, and then back down. Sighing he comes back out to speak directly.
"Mrs. Calaway, I all ready knew I was the real deal before I signed a contract here. I have a brain, and can think for myself. You can stop with the whole you may think bit. I thought you would have been better in your transitioning from subject to subject. But no, you just want everything to make complete sense to you even if it makes sense to nobody else. Why does it matter that the Anarchy Title is not on the line. All champions have an off night sooner or later. I don't see anything out of the ordinary here. Maybe stop looking for problems every where, when there are none. Your problem is you ask all of these questions to your opponent. But then you answer them for them. Because my answers are not what you'd want. Especially since I've been helping to put this place on the map."
"Mrs. Calaway, from what I'm seeing you're not a threat, and you didn't deserve a title shot. That non title match proves it. Most of this promo you sent to me proves it. You're just not ready yet, and no amount of complaining, or treating me like an inferior champion and challenger is going to change that. You're just not ready yet. Time to admit that into that overly thick skull of yours! But the title isn't on the line, and I will prove to you I'm more of a threat than you've faced in a very long time. This title is staying with me, and you have to learn to live with that but I must admit. I love seeing this eat you alive!"
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Working my way through Ms Calaway's promo was beginning to get really exhausting. Getting down to the last part I'm not sure what she was trying to accomplish/ I guess I had to play follow along until it was finished.
"Mrs Calaway, I don't know why you're fighting so hard for a title match. Things have changed. I'm the champion, and you aren't. I wouldn't grant you a title match even if I was threatened to be stripped of it. That's how confident I am in my short time with the belt. I believe in myself. Britt is also the boss. What she says goes. What I say goes, and you're definitely not getting a title match now. I am my own man Ms Calaway. Funny, isn't it? You find the one place you fit in, and then somebody immediately tries to take everything away from you. Except you can't take anything away from me. Stop worrying what Brit will do next. That would be your biggest strength but you're so angry right now you can't even see straight."
"Mrs Calaway, "I fail to see how anything I do in the future concerns you. Unfortunately, I'm not an attack dog. Instead, I'm an attack dog that has mma technique fused with technical wrestling. For almost perfect technique, and top notch conditioning. You weren't expecting this type of war, and you all ready know its a war you can't win. Bring it little girl if you think you have it. It's not my first time to have bled, and it won't be the last. You're not a champion for one. Not sure how many times that needs to be stated. Its a lot harder when I fight back. I put you something in like a rear naked choke, or some other obscure submission I'm just dying to prove you wrong on. You know the types of holds where you can't use the rope to break, and the types that put you out a few minutes after feeling what they can do. Of course once you go out, I don't necessarily release the hold. Because just a slight bout of brain damage means I've still won over over you. A little more."
"Mrs Calaway, let me tell you something about monsters. You may have heard this before, or maybe not. So it goes that the biggest monster standing in our way is us. We're always in our own way. Stop acting like your kids, and get out of your own way. Blaming everybody else for your screw ups is just pathetic!"
Finally, a break for breakfast, and almost 8 am. Time flies when you have to work.
Ms Calaway: "You've spent the majority of this promo making out your specific issues to be that the title, brit, and everything else you mentioned is important. Especially all of that obnoxious asking questions of me only to turn around and answer them yourself. I guess this is what peace must feel like. Yeah that's exactly what I meant.
I'm not trying to control your future either. You just aren't ever going to have one in the Anarchy Title division.
"Ms Calaway, its personal for yourself and Brit. It's not personal for me at all. But I'll still drive you over to another title division, and you can give them your little sob story there. You sure have some backward logic Ms Calaway. If you were going to get a shot at the World title you never would have cared about this match being a non title. Make up your damn mind! But you've all ready lost. You're in your own way too much. You'll never break me or beat me like that. Not even in your wildest dreams."
Ms Calaway, why would I want to come after you, when its so much more fun watching you unravel yourself. You did a brilliant job of torturing yourself throughout this promo. Only to talk about going after me. You didn't need this pit stop either. That's the difference between us. I'm always calculated, and you break down over a non title match not being what you want, and then change it all at the very end. See you in the ring bitch!