Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2016 0:13:06 GMT
“…Gluttonous. Utterly and perversely gluttonous.”
Slow crawling fade in from the darkness into light as we caught a glimpse of downtown Las Vegas, Nevada as the sun was setting from the rooftop of a building. As dusk was falling, the famed neon lights of the City of Sin were all turning on one by one, illuminating the night’s sky as the nightlife got underway as per usual.
“Now…I wasn’t referring to the way Vegas looks; I’m referring to certain attitudes and rhetoric spat out by certain people who feel on top of the world, without a care in the world. Jackasses who are content with spewing a whole bunch of nothingness just for the sake of hearing their own voices. The kind of people who hog screen time because their egos need to be seen all day every day, man!”
That voice we were hearing was coming from one of RSW’s newest acquisitions – the man who calls himself The Supernova, Adrian Wesley. Decked out in a simple tailored black suit with a light gray button down dress shirt underneath that held his aviator sunglasses in the opening. His long, flowing dark locks were down passed his shoulders as the dry, arid air of the desert was aided by no wind circulating around where he was. Furrowing his brow as he got in front of the camera, Adrian held his index finger up, attempting to collect his thoughts real quick before speaking.
“Now, you all must be wondering who in the hell I am, and why am I bloviating like some gasbag who has no idea what he’s talking about. Well, if you must know, I’m Adrian Wesley. A man of many talents and skills who has signed to RSW to…to do what I do best: Win. Because let’s face it, if you’re in any wrestling company and you don’t wanna win, then you might as well find another profession to apply your trade in. At least that’s what so many others have said before. But that’s neither here nor there.”
“See, what’s important is why I’m heading to Vendetta this coming week in San Francisco. It’s me, being put into a match against someone that’s considered as ‘wrestling royalty’ around these parts. Y’know – the whole multi-generational wrestler thing. I find it to be a bit overrated, if we’re being truthful with one another here. I mean, shit, congrats? You got lucky in the childhood lottery by having a mom and dad who were successful in the business and you obviously believe that that’s cause for you to be entitled to have the same sort of success. Not true; not even remotely possible. But hey, those of us who are delusional remain delusional on purpose or through the help of heavy narcotics; it’s a thing that happens with those of us. Y’know, millennials.”
“Mondae Chaos – head in the clouds it seems. Fashions herself as seemingly the next in the lineage of the Chaos Empire. And from what I’ve seen from her, she seems like she can take a punch and deliver one just as deadly. Unlike most women her age, she’s not afraid to scrap and maybe…maybe get into some illegalities around the ring in order to win. You know: Hide some brass knucks around the ring. Pull a turnbuckle pad off. Purposely use the ring bell to knock some sense into people. That type of thing that gets you from point A to B faster than most. And in many respects, in another lifetime and another realm of life, a true woman potentially after my heart. But…I gotta kick your ass.”
“You may believe that because of everyone you know and everything they’ve taught you will get you somewhere in this company and in this business. That level of naivety will only get you a swift kick in the jaw from someone who is inclined to not really give a good Goddamn about your life aspirations. And that someone is me. So I’ll tell you this, dear: Bring in whoever you want, tell them to help you get the win so you can celebrate like you did something—like you made your parents proud. But realize this—whether you’re some poor schmuck or a second-generation princess, you all burn out in the end…because of me.”
End.
