That's How The Wrestleworld Works

Clients Posts : 55 Join date : 2019-12-18

[Deus Xavier Machina is shown seated in his usual leather chair in a room with nothing but a bright orange background as he grins widely.]

Welcome, my friends.

I know, it has been far too long. I’ve truly missed you. How have you been? Well, I hope. So many things have changed since we last spoke to one another. Has much changed in your life? I know that in these uncertain times, much has changed. Our way of life has changed entirely. Our very landscape itself has changed. And that is not the only landscape to have changed. In fact, admittedly, I am not here to merely welcome you back here. I am here as well to welcome you to something very special. To welcome you to a new era.

Our hero, Layne Driver, has finally finished the book we’ve seen written before our very eyes. Written in his own blood, sweat, and tears. Bound in his strength and courage. It has come to a close, and what better way to end it than with our hero finally triumphing? I told you so very long ago that you need not worry. There is no reason to panic. See, you who reads our hero’s odyssey simply have no power over it. You must simply watch in terror and suspense and hope that he can pull through all of those trials and tribulations. You watch him climb this mountain and you know deep down in your heart that he will make it to the top, you just don’t know how.

But now we have seen. We’ve witnessed the epic conclusion to this book. As our hero held up that prize so proudly after a valiant victory, we were washed over with relief and adulation for him and all the work he has done to make it a reality. But with the finish to one book, comes the beginning of another. They say that making it to the top is the easy part. Remaining there is the true challenge. So now, my friends, do you believe? Will you trust him to give you the happy ending you desire to see for him? I know I do. So come with me on this new journey. There are new horizons to see.

A new day is upon us, my friends. Let’s see it through.

[Deus snaps his fingers.]

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I, uh… I wanted to stand here in front of you all and look happy. I wanted to celebrate. I had so many plans for what it would be like. This is something that I’ve worked towards for my entire career. Something that other companies didn’t believe I was worth. But I persevered. I kept grinding. I kept working harder than ever. Yeah, I did things that people could call unethical. Things considered controversial. I know that. I’m not ignorant. But I believed in my heart that when this day would come, I would feel nothing but pride and joy for what I’ve accomplished. And now that I stand before all of Wrestleworld as it’s newly-crowned European Champion… I’m gonna be honest, I don’t feel pride. I don’t feel joy. I feel nothing but sadness. Hell, I even feel regret. Because I stand here and I wonder if capturing this Championship was worth all the pain and suffering that went on in that Breaking Point Match. I can’t help but wonder if that war was worth going through for the conclusion to it. Was it worth it? Honestly, I don’t know. I really don’t. Because while I may be the European Champion of Wrestleworld, it can’t be denied that someone was seriously injured. To make this Championship of mine come to fruition, someone had to literally have a bone broken. And now in hindsight, when the adrenaline wears off and the determination subsides after finally achieving my dream… I just wonder… Was this injury caused worth it…

My nose was broken for this Championship, but you know what? It’ll heal. The pain will go away. My nose will return to its perfect form. And I will live to fight another day. So you know what? Yeah, it was worth it. Phew, that’s a load off of my mind! You have no idea how much that was weighing me down! Because when I REALLY stop and think about it, I realize that I’ve been busting my ass for years now. YEARS! To get here! Years of going through so much pain and so much agony. The mental and physical toll it’s taken on my body can’t even be put into words. But now I can proudly stand before all you and let you all see this platform that so many wanted to ignore. You wanted to refuse knowing who your Landlord is, but now? Now you don’t get to look away. You don’t get to brush me aside and hope that the words I’ve been preaching you have no value to them. They always have, but now you will actually listen. You know who’s listening now? Cynthia Rose. The moment her forearm snapped, she didn’t feel the pain of a broken bone. No, she felt the pain of reality crashing down on her. The reality that this Championship doesn’t belong around her waist. The reality that everything I told her was the TRUTH! I’m not done with her, but I move on regardless.

I have a message to spread, after all. And what better way to start than from the beginning? Time really is a flat circle, isn’t it? Here I stand right across the ring from The World’s Finest. And look who it is! Stephanie Matsuda! How the hell are ya? Good, I hope. I can tell you’ve been through a lot as well. In fact, last time I saw you in the ring, you were getting your body picked away by some vulture after all the work I had done to you. You DID leave War of the Worlds without the American Dream Championship, didn’t you? I’m a man of my word. Cynthia Rose knows it now, and you found out that ugly truth a long, long time ago too. The big difference between you and I is that you failed to get that gold you were so hungry for last time we met. But me? I’ve moved on to bigger and better things. In fact, I’m standing here as the tag team partner to the man that holds the very Championship you had ripped away from you. The Championship you failed to recapture. This isn’t a match, Steph. It’s a showcase of those above you. The American Dream Champion and the European Champion come together under Ghost Organization’s banner to remind you just how much of an insignificant cog you are in this grand machine you’ve been in since day one. You get to experience once more just how obsolete you are. It’s only a matter of time before your pillar friend, Christopher Sabertooth meets the same fate. It’s inevitable.

The headline isn’t “Can Stephanie Matsuda get her groove back?”. You’re small potatoes here. Everyone’s eyes are on me. Their eyes are on Jay Jones. Hell, some of those eyes are even on your World’s Finest partner. Mr. Ruby Briefcase himself, Nobi. A background player that got himself a Title shot for any time of his choosing. What Title is it for? When will he cash it in? I can tell you when he won’t and what Titles he won’t have the spine to compete for. When we make an example out of the both of you at Chapter 40, you’ll see that nothing in that Briefcase is going to grant you or the rest of World’s Finest the happy ending you’ve all been desperately needing so badly. This European Championship is my platform. It’s my holy grail. It’s my crown jewel. And I would sooner snap every bone in your body just like I would to Cynthia Rose, if that’s what it takes to make you understand. Rent is long overdue for the two of you, and I’ve come to collect. Now THAT is a proper way to celebrate a hard-earned Championship victory.

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