No Ghosts Of Christmas Past or Present, Only Future

[YOU ARE NOW ENTERING THE SO FLY ZONE]

It’s the most wonderful time of the year, right? Kids jingle belling and everyone telling you to be of good cheer? Some shit like that. Well as much as you hate to say it, not everyone is feeling the Christmas spirit, even as it nears. The snow has started falling on Wrestleworld. The decorations have been put out. And yet, So Fly is out here walking around with a face that makes people think he might be The Grinch instead. He ain’t smiling. He ain’t being overjoyed by any of this Christmas stuff. Instead he looks solemn as he makes his way through the snow towards a local store.

“You remember being a kid, right. Shit, I know I do. How simple everything used to be. Yeah man, we look back at it all with rose-tinted glasses but ya can’t help it. It all felt so easy and carefree and fun. Times like this have always been my favorite. My go-to. My childhood wasn’t easy, but I could always rely on Christmas time. The snow falling, the songs, the movies, and the goodwill towards men. Everything was perfect. It made me truly happy. I had a lot of siblings so I didn’t always get what I wanted, whether it was a signed Michael Jordan Bulls Jersey or my own hoop to play with. Nah, I never really got what I asked for, but when it all came down to it, there was only one thing I really wanted. I mean hell, if anyone could relate to Santa, it was me. I was a big kid. He’s a big guy. I figured he’d find a way to hook me up. When it all came down to it, I wanted one thing and one thing only… And that was the ability, strength, and heart to get here as a professional wrestler when I had most of my family and friends and everyone else doubting me. It’s all I wanted. I figured Santa would show up, drink his milk and eat his cookies, and wake me up to train me to be the best. Well that shit never happened. Turns out that if I wanted anything like that, I had to make it happen myself. I had to work at it all myself. That’s how I realized that Santa ain’t real. Santa’s an idol for kids with money to adore because they’ll always get what they were wanting under that tree. But I ain’t trying to be no Scrooge. I ain’t about to start shouting humbug over it. I’m just telling it like it is.”

Sure you are, big man. So Fly is straight up jaded by a magical fat man in a red suit and he knows it. You can see it practically written on his face as he enters the store that’s filled to the brim with Christmas decor and the sounds of Christmas music playing throughout it.

“I don’t hate Christmas over all that shit. Nah, I love Christmas. I just learned early on that all of it isn’t about what you’re being given. It’s about the feeling of kindness towards others. It’s about what you find it in your heart to give to others. That’s what it’s all about. I learned there’s some things that nobody can just hand to you if you’ve been a good boy all year, or any year. If I wanted this, I had to make it a reality by myself. I had to grind. I had to workout. I had to bust my ass year-round come rain or sleet or snow. All me, baby. That’s what Championship Swagger is. Just call me Rudolph because I might have this baggage I gotta carry around, but you’re gonna see my name called and watch me take the lead and guide all yall to better things. I know what I’m about. I know what I’m worth. I know where I belong. And I may be a big man, but I ain’t wearing a suit and sneaking down through a chimney to do what I do. I’m busting down the front door and I’m drinking your milk, I’m eating your cookies, and the only presents being given is a guaranteed elimination from contention in these little playoffs we got going on here. And the people being handed those presents? Senor Pinchy. Jake Raab. Jimmy Johnson. Four boys that haven’t been good all year that deserve coal in their stocking and a foot up their ass.”

The sight of the store’s Santa with several children looking to tell him what they all want appears to warm Don’s heart. So Fly actually looks legit happy, even for a moment while he waits in line for his turn. When it comes up, So Fly makes his way over to the Santa, fearful of this huge man sitting on his lap. Santa starts to ask So Fly what he wants.

“Nah, don’t bother. I already know what I want. And it ain’t something you could ever give me. I get it, Santa. I just wanted to come here to tell you that I forgive you for all those years. In fact, I wanna thank you for helping me see what I needed to do. I had to make all of this happen by my own two hands. I wished every single Christmas for the opportunity of a lifetime, and you know what? I got it. I finally got mine. I became a professional wrestler the way I wanted to. I fought to reach the pinnacle of wrestling here at Wrestleworld. I became ½ of the Hybrid Tag Team Champs. And I wish I could stand here and be thankful for that and content with that, but I ain’t. I’m a greedy boy and I want more. All I want for Christmas is that beautiful Territorial Championship that now resides around the waist of a man named Jacob Striker. And it seems like that to get, first you must give. So what I’m going to do is I’m going to give each of my opponents a lesson they won’t forget. I’m going to hand out eliminations for the next 3 shows. I’m going to make their Christmas a sad, not-so-jolly one. I’m gonna make it so that each one of them will take a look at this snow coming down and not feel joy, but sadness for what could have been. To make my Christmas a good one, I’ll have to make it worse for at least one person, and that comes very soon. I got what I wanted. I got an opportunity. I got my shot, and I ain’t plannin on missing. I promise you, Santa, and to everyone else, So Fly is gonna have a very merry Christmas. And it’ll come at the expense of my opponents. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Remember, not everyone gets that handed to them. Make it happen.”

So Fly is aware this Santa isn’t legitimately Santa, right? How did he not realize Santa isn’t real? Shit, whatever. He said what he had to say. This Christmas is all business for him. He ain’t a kid anymore. He’s a grownass man and he’s coming to get his as he walks away with a look of determination on his face. So Fly is ready to go.

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