Post by TheLaw on Jan 6, 2017 9:59:00 GMT -5
The Taft Coliseum in Columbus, Ohio, is still empty, a couple of hours prior the starting of Massacre #5. The ring is already fully set up, technicians are checking the correct working of lights and the AlphaTron, and Dominic Lawson is pacing the ringside area. He half nods to a couple of guys, before sitting at the announcer's table, at Brad Stokes' spot. He cozy up, resting his feet on the desk and watching the empty ring.
I can see myself sitting here, once I hang up my boots. Granted, I'd make a better job than Brad Stokes could ever dream of. It won't take much of an effort though, all I'd need to do is actually call the match and not be an annoying ass all the time...
But for now, my only focus is delivering in this ring. I had a rough start here in AWE, but think about it, my losses came from a triple threat and a battle royale. When it comes to one on one competition, I'm still undefeated. Drew Stevenson couldn't beat me, Corey Sanders couldn't beat me, why should James Radford be any different? I am not overlooing him, but I'm not even going to underestimate myself. I know what I'm capable of, I always knew. I've been doing this a long time, when I started wrestling, little James was crying to his mother because he rather wanted to spend his day milking cows instead of going to school. I've seen things, I've done things, I've learnt things. More than Radford can even imagine, more than his manager could ever teach him. So pardon me if I'm confident, but there's no point in lying. After tonight, I will be one step closer to the Alpha Cup, while our favorite cowboy can pack up his shit, his moral conflicts and jump on his horse riding in the sunset all the way back to Brokeback Mountain.
The fun fact is, I don't even hate him. I can't. I mean, just look at him, he's a nice guy, never too cocky, never too rude. He actually asked me to keep this clean, a real fight between real gentlemen. And I'd gladly accept. It's not that I need to cheat to win, I think I proved it by dominating Sanders two weeks ago. But as much as I want to trust him, I can't trust his manager, and neither should he. You want a fair fight with me Corey? Tell Bobby to stay the fuck away from the ring. You know better than me that he will try something weird, he's just a distraction, for me but mostly for you.
Unless you actually think you need him to be in your corner. Of course, that would clash with this image of a good country boy you're pulling on all of us, am I right? Let's face it, you can't really be a redneck gentleman if you hang around with such a scumbag. He lied to you, he cheated on you by cheating FOR you. He broke your trust, telling you that he was just taking care of the legal part of your business, maybe providing you with some emotional support, pep talks and all that crap, while he was making sure you could keep an almost flawless record shortcut after shortcut.
Is this what you want to be remembered for James? For being the kid who had to pay an annoying old man to get him some wins?The guy that couldn't win a match on his own, that kept choking on the big stages? Is that a lack of confidence? Do you really think you're not good enough to walk on your own, without Benson holding your hand? Do you really need him? Or maybe...
Look this is a long shot I'm the first one to admit it... But maybe you're not as naive as you look... Maybe you're not the good, honest hillibilly you pretend to be, maybe this was all some sort of twisted plan you and Bobby came up with to buy yourself some fans. It's a pretty good story, now that I think about it. The perfect cover up, the fine southern gentleman, honest, respectful, sportsmanlike, the kind of guy the fans can relate with, they could cheer for and buy his shirts.. And his shady manager, who runs business under the table, pulling all sort of tricks to make sure his client is the one with the hand raised at the end of the night. And of course, the good cowboy doesn't know shit about it. If he would, he won't hesitate to fire the motherfucker, because that's what good guys do, right? They fight evil, they don't make business with it, am I right?
Can you tell who James Radford really is? Is he the kid from Jackson Missisipi chasing his dream and fight for honor and respect, or is he the guy who took so much shit in his career that he's now willing to take any shortcut and stopping at nothing to take back what he feels was always unrightfully denied to him?
Because damn sure, you can't be both..
He takes his boots off from the table, chuckling.
Unlike you, I know perfectly who I am James. I am a desperate motherfucker, I don't have many bullets left, this place will most likely be the last stop of my career. And I plan to end it the way I started, eighteen years ago in UK. At the top. As I said, sitting here could very well be my future, but not before I win this fucking Alpha Cup and take the Resilience Championship from Fantana.
He takes Brad's headset, wearing it and calling the immaginary action happening inside the ring.
This has been a brutal fight between The Law and James Redford.. Dom just Brought Down The Law on Country Fine, and he's already testing the victory... Wait, what is Bobby doing? The son of a bitch just slid a chair inside the ring and he's now trying to step inside distracting the referee... Smart move from Benson, he just gave his client a golden opportunity to even the odds... Why the hell is Radford arguing with Benson now? He should captalize and, sure as hell, he shouldn' turn his back on Lawson... Look The Law, just saw the chair, he grabs James' shoulder and forces him to turn.... A vicious DDT on the steel chair! And now he kicks the evidence out of the ring, making a cover...
1...
2...
3...
Dominic Lawson advances in the Alpha Cup!
Laughing, he takes off the headset.
This is exactly what is going to happen tonight, James. Sorry for the spoiler
I can see myself sitting here, once I hang up my boots. Granted, I'd make a better job than Brad Stokes could ever dream of. It won't take much of an effort though, all I'd need to do is actually call the match and not be an annoying ass all the time...
But for now, my only focus is delivering in this ring. I had a rough start here in AWE, but think about it, my losses came from a triple threat and a battle royale. When it comes to one on one competition, I'm still undefeated. Drew Stevenson couldn't beat me, Corey Sanders couldn't beat me, why should James Radford be any different? I am not overlooing him, but I'm not even going to underestimate myself. I know what I'm capable of, I always knew. I've been doing this a long time, when I started wrestling, little James was crying to his mother because he rather wanted to spend his day milking cows instead of going to school. I've seen things, I've done things, I've learnt things. More than Radford can even imagine, more than his manager could ever teach him. So pardon me if I'm confident, but there's no point in lying. After tonight, I will be one step closer to the Alpha Cup, while our favorite cowboy can pack up his shit, his moral conflicts and jump on his horse riding in the sunset all the way back to Brokeback Mountain.
The fun fact is, I don't even hate him. I can't. I mean, just look at him, he's a nice guy, never too cocky, never too rude. He actually asked me to keep this clean, a real fight between real gentlemen. And I'd gladly accept. It's not that I need to cheat to win, I think I proved it by dominating Sanders two weeks ago. But as much as I want to trust him, I can't trust his manager, and neither should he. You want a fair fight with me Corey? Tell Bobby to stay the fuck away from the ring. You know better than me that he will try something weird, he's just a distraction, for me but mostly for you.
Unless you actually think you need him to be in your corner. Of course, that would clash with this image of a good country boy you're pulling on all of us, am I right? Let's face it, you can't really be a redneck gentleman if you hang around with such a scumbag. He lied to you, he cheated on you by cheating FOR you. He broke your trust, telling you that he was just taking care of the legal part of your business, maybe providing you with some emotional support, pep talks and all that crap, while he was making sure you could keep an almost flawless record shortcut after shortcut.
Is this what you want to be remembered for James? For being the kid who had to pay an annoying old man to get him some wins?The guy that couldn't win a match on his own, that kept choking on the big stages? Is that a lack of confidence? Do you really think you're not good enough to walk on your own, without Benson holding your hand? Do you really need him? Or maybe...
Look this is a long shot I'm the first one to admit it... But maybe you're not as naive as you look... Maybe you're not the good, honest hillibilly you pretend to be, maybe this was all some sort of twisted plan you and Bobby came up with to buy yourself some fans. It's a pretty good story, now that I think about it. The perfect cover up, the fine southern gentleman, honest, respectful, sportsmanlike, the kind of guy the fans can relate with, they could cheer for and buy his shirts.. And his shady manager, who runs business under the table, pulling all sort of tricks to make sure his client is the one with the hand raised at the end of the night. And of course, the good cowboy doesn't know shit about it. If he would, he won't hesitate to fire the motherfucker, because that's what good guys do, right? They fight evil, they don't make business with it, am I right?
Can you tell who James Radford really is? Is he the kid from Jackson Missisipi chasing his dream and fight for honor and respect, or is he the guy who took so much shit in his career that he's now willing to take any shortcut and stopping at nothing to take back what he feels was always unrightfully denied to him?
Because damn sure, you can't be both..
He takes his boots off from the table, chuckling.
Unlike you, I know perfectly who I am James. I am a desperate motherfucker, I don't have many bullets left, this place will most likely be the last stop of my career. And I plan to end it the way I started, eighteen years ago in UK. At the top. As I said, sitting here could very well be my future, but not before I win this fucking Alpha Cup and take the Resilience Championship from Fantana.
He takes Brad's headset, wearing it and calling the immaginary action happening inside the ring.
This has been a brutal fight between The Law and James Redford.. Dom just Brought Down The Law on Country Fine, and he's already testing the victory... Wait, what is Bobby doing? The son of a bitch just slid a chair inside the ring and he's now trying to step inside distracting the referee... Smart move from Benson, he just gave his client a golden opportunity to even the odds... Why the hell is Radford arguing with Benson now? He should captalize and, sure as hell, he shouldn' turn his back on Lawson... Look The Law, just saw the chair, he grabs James' shoulder and forces him to turn.... A vicious DDT on the steel chair! And now he kicks the evidence out of the ring, making a cover...
1...
2...
3...
Dominic Lawson advances in the Alpha Cup!
Laughing, he takes off the headset.
This is exactly what is going to happen tonight, James. Sorry for the spoiler