Post by Austin Gale on Mar 8, 2017 19:45:17 GMT -5
No fancy yachts. No boardrooms. Nothing special. Just Austin Gale, an open briefcase holding the Alpha Cup contract and his usual suit. But something was different. Maybe it was his posture. Maybe it was the fact that he was sober for the first time in months but something was different.
Austin: “Austin Gale, Alpha Cup Tournament winner. Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? Some of you won’t be happy with how I obtained this contract. This I know. But I’ve been saying for months that money will take you places and now it has taken me to a guaranteed title match. I’m aware this doesn’t actually mean I won the tournament. Hell, I only made it to the quarterfinals before being eliminated by then Resilience Champion Zack Fantana. But at least I wasn’t eliminated first round like Benny Stevens."
Austin slams the briefcase closed. His demeanor changing from proud to more serious.
Austin: “Ben, I’m not going ramble off a bunch of nonsense about you. Nonsense like me losing to Bindy which has never actually happened. Look it up. I’m not going to say anything about dildos, ballsacks or whatever other statements you made out of left field in your video. I’m not even going to make a bunch of assumptions about your sexuality. All I’m going to do is state some cold hard facts."
Taking a seat, Austin places his ankle across his knee. He adjusts his tie before clasping his hands in his lap. Austin looked as smug as ever.
Austin: “First, you’re right. Our records in AWE are very close to even. While mine may be slightly better, it is not something to brag about against you. Having wrestled only nine matches, I’m amazed mine is even that high. But the same can’t be said about you, can it? You wrestled in BFW long before coming here. You were even a champion down in Texas. A proud champion, at that. Now, while I may be facing roadblock after roadblock and learning the ropes, you’re comparing yourself to a glorified rookie. That’s what I am Ben, a rookie. A rookie with an AWE record that is slightly better than a former champion in yourself."
Austin smirks. He was a rookie. It was a fact he hated but it could only be changed with time. Soon he would be holding gold.
Austin: “Can we even count your days outside of AWE, Ben? The days where you wore a skirt, talked about your cocaine usage, stated odd things about buttering your ass and ‘Wowwie wow wow’-ing every three sentences? You even went to the extent of recording yourself taking a shit. You were a comedy character, Ben. A fact that I believe you are starting to realize. Now you’re desperately trying to claw your way out of that hole you dug for yourself. Challenging every person under the sun who outclasses you in hopes of getting that one big win to legitimize yourself. Amis. Zack. You went after them both. But you failed. Now, I’m not saying I would beat them. I’m fairly certain that I would lose. After all, they are veterans and former champions while I am but a rookie. Your need to demonstrate your abilities is not a problem of mine, Ben. But your problem with your ‘brother’ is moving into my territory."
Reaching into his pocket, Austin pulls out his phone. Pressing play, the voice of Tragik can be heard. Car horns and turning signals pulling attention away from whatever point he was trying to make.
Austin: “Your little feud has worked it’s way into our match. Another fact I’m not amused by. I don’t particularly care what you did or did not do with this guy’s wife. His poor driving habits and your friendship in Texas doesn’t concern me. I’m annoyed with the fact that this guy is going to be our referee. Shouldn’t that be your focus, Ben? End things with your friend, score a win and legitimize yourself that way. It will certainly have more effect than beating or losing to a rookie. Either way, I’m not affected."
Rubbing his hand on the briefcase, Austin smirks again. His arrogance clearly having increased since claiming the contract. His ego having already been inflated to the max now seemed ready to burst.
Austin: “You asked how my investments are doing. Sure, I may have lost my last match but did you miss the end of the show, Ben? I invested in Radford and now I have a guaranteed title shot. Any title on the roster can be mine. That’s how my investments are doing. Now I’m one investment away from being the Resilience, Paramount or Dynamic Champion. I already know just who to throw money at this time, Ben. I know who will bring me home the gold. Win or lose at Massacre, I get another title shot. While you fight and claw for every possible opportunity, I throw a little money here and there and receive anything I could possibly want. Fancy suit? Bought it. Fast cars? Bought them. A title shot? I bought that too. No, money may not win any matches for you but apparently it does help win you championships. All of those are facts, Ben. No bullshit. No assumptions. No excuses. Just cold, hard facts."
Rising to his feet, Austin rests his hands on the briefcase. He leans forward putting some of his weight onto his hands. The arrogance almost radiating off of him.
Austin: “And you can take that to the bank."
Fade to black.
Austin: “Austin Gale, Alpha Cup Tournament winner. Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? Some of you won’t be happy with how I obtained this contract. This I know. But I’ve been saying for months that money will take you places and now it has taken me to a guaranteed title match. I’m aware this doesn’t actually mean I won the tournament. Hell, I only made it to the quarterfinals before being eliminated by then Resilience Champion Zack Fantana. But at least I wasn’t eliminated first round like Benny Stevens."
Austin slams the briefcase closed. His demeanor changing from proud to more serious.
Austin: “Ben, I’m not going ramble off a bunch of nonsense about you. Nonsense like me losing to Bindy which has never actually happened. Look it up. I’m not going to say anything about dildos, ballsacks or whatever other statements you made out of left field in your video. I’m not even going to make a bunch of assumptions about your sexuality. All I’m going to do is state some cold hard facts."
Taking a seat, Austin places his ankle across his knee. He adjusts his tie before clasping his hands in his lap. Austin looked as smug as ever.
Austin: “First, you’re right. Our records in AWE are very close to even. While mine may be slightly better, it is not something to brag about against you. Having wrestled only nine matches, I’m amazed mine is even that high. But the same can’t be said about you, can it? You wrestled in BFW long before coming here. You were even a champion down in Texas. A proud champion, at that. Now, while I may be facing roadblock after roadblock and learning the ropes, you’re comparing yourself to a glorified rookie. That’s what I am Ben, a rookie. A rookie with an AWE record that is slightly better than a former champion in yourself."
Austin smirks. He was a rookie. It was a fact he hated but it could only be changed with time. Soon he would be holding gold.
Austin: “Can we even count your days outside of AWE, Ben? The days where you wore a skirt, talked about your cocaine usage, stated odd things about buttering your ass and ‘Wowwie wow wow’-ing every three sentences? You even went to the extent of recording yourself taking a shit. You were a comedy character, Ben. A fact that I believe you are starting to realize. Now you’re desperately trying to claw your way out of that hole you dug for yourself. Challenging every person under the sun who outclasses you in hopes of getting that one big win to legitimize yourself. Amis. Zack. You went after them both. But you failed. Now, I’m not saying I would beat them. I’m fairly certain that I would lose. After all, they are veterans and former champions while I am but a rookie. Your need to demonstrate your abilities is not a problem of mine, Ben. But your problem with your ‘brother’ is moving into my territory."
Reaching into his pocket, Austin pulls out his phone. Pressing play, the voice of Tragik can be heard. Car horns and turning signals pulling attention away from whatever point he was trying to make.
Austin: “Your little feud has worked it’s way into our match. Another fact I’m not amused by. I don’t particularly care what you did or did not do with this guy’s wife. His poor driving habits and your friendship in Texas doesn’t concern me. I’m annoyed with the fact that this guy is going to be our referee. Shouldn’t that be your focus, Ben? End things with your friend, score a win and legitimize yourself that way. It will certainly have more effect than beating or losing to a rookie. Either way, I’m not affected."
Rubbing his hand on the briefcase, Austin smirks again. His arrogance clearly having increased since claiming the contract. His ego having already been inflated to the max now seemed ready to burst.
Austin: “You asked how my investments are doing. Sure, I may have lost my last match but did you miss the end of the show, Ben? I invested in Radford and now I have a guaranteed title shot. Any title on the roster can be mine. That’s how my investments are doing. Now I’m one investment away from being the Resilience, Paramount or Dynamic Champion. I already know just who to throw money at this time, Ben. I know who will bring me home the gold. Win or lose at Massacre, I get another title shot. While you fight and claw for every possible opportunity, I throw a little money here and there and receive anything I could possibly want. Fancy suit? Bought it. Fast cars? Bought them. A title shot? I bought that too. No, money may not win any matches for you but apparently it does help win you championships. All of those are facts, Ben. No bullshit. No assumptions. No excuses. Just cold, hard facts."
Rising to his feet, Austin rests his hands on the briefcase. He leans forward putting some of his weight onto his hands. The arrogance almost radiating off of him.
Austin: “And you can take that to the bank."
Fade to black.