Post by TFP on Oct 24, 2007 16:29:27 GMT -4
"It happened again. It really happened again."
Ruskin sits in the back of his limo beside Savannah Taylor. As she has her arm around him, all he does is sit there, staring blankly ahead at completely nothing. He's not sure what to think anymore or what to even say. All that he is at the moment is shocked. His sixth British Wrestling Alliance World Heavyweight Championship shot is now gone, blown up in smoke. Taking a sip from a bottle of beer, he sets it down between his lap and closes his eyes, simply shaking his head.
"I really don't know if I'm cut out to be a main-eventer anymore because it's easy to see that I'm just not going to succeed anywhere, anytime. The writing is basically on the wall, but I'm simply not reading it and walking face-first into the brick. It knocks me down each and everytime but for some reason... I'm just not getting it, I'm not understanding something. Savannah, let me ask you something: are you disappointed? Are you disappointed in how I always fail at every single opportunity that is given to me? I'm sure that of all the superstars whom you have managed in your past, none of them failed as much as I. Honestly, I don't deserve a thing that I have. The fame. The fortune. The limo. The mansion. All of this should go to somebody else who at least knows how to wrestle properly. I'm just a walking mess-up, every single amazing thing that I do or that happens to me ends up getting fucked up by myself."
"I'm not disappointed, not at all. Keep in mind that there were two other people in that match and not just yourself and somebody else. If there was just you and Johnny Legend, I'm sure that you would have won the British Wrestling Alliance championship. You nearly finished him off several times in that ring, but James was always there to stop you. There was just too much to focus on, Ruskin. You didn't do a single thing wrong, every move you had in there was right. Even the people watching from backstage were applauding what you did in the ring, you were on the right track. For the whole twenty-some minutes, you and James Tsunami went steady in that ring. Without a doubt you were superstar of the night. Ignore those news sites you read on the internet, ignore the reaction backstage... they aren't applauding Tsunami's wrestling skills, they are just applauding how he finally achieved that goal."
"Hmmm... I honestly wish that I could believe you and everybody else, but I just can't. I'm sure that another opportunity will come in the future, I'm not too sure, myself. If I do get offered one, I'll hesitate on accepting it. No. Really. I'll really hesitate on accepting it. I don't want to continue to suffer this embarassment week after week, I'm not the kind of guy who deserves it. I'm a great wrestler, that's something that people have to learn and accept. I'm much better than over ninety-five percent of the damn people on our roster at the moment. So I wonder why I'm losing as much as I am. Why am I not as successful as guys like MJ Storm? The guy has less than HALF the experience that I do in the professional wrestling industry, but yet for some damn reason... he has more of a resume than me? Former BWA Champion? Current APW Southern Champion? What the Hell is this?! All that I have to my name is a former BWA Television Champion, a former three-time FWA Reckless Champion and a former FWA World Champion. It's a bunch of crap, is what it is. The wrestling industry sucks. Why can't we be fake like other companies? If we were, I would be a ten time BWA Champion by now and I'd be happy."
"If that were the case, I don't that you would be too happy. The APW has a lot of talented superstars that will be hard to overcome. You're talented, you're full of skill and you know how to wrestle a match. Winning a title that has real competition gives you real excitement, not anything false. Don't give up on your intention of winning the BWA World Heavyweight Championship. It was a title that you have wanted for over three years during the beginning of your career when BWA was around for the first time. And you know what? When you do win the BWA title, you'll be more happy then you would have been if you were to win it on your first shot. So what if you blow six, seven, eight, nine or even ten title shots until you finally get the title? The fact of the matter is: you will get it. I'm certain."
Ruskin shrugs and takes another sip from his bottle of beer, swallowing it down. Now that the bottle appears to be empty in Severson's eyes, he sets it down on the floor of his limo and kicks it ahead where he can't see it. Savannah rests up against and Ruskin just sighs, rubbing between his eyes. He seems to be angry about the fact that James Tsunami became the BWA Champion.
Ruskin sits in the back of his limo beside Savannah Taylor. As she has her arm around him, all he does is sit there, staring blankly ahead at completely nothing. He's not sure what to think anymore or what to even say. All that he is at the moment is shocked. His sixth British Wrestling Alliance World Heavyweight Championship shot is now gone, blown up in smoke. Taking a sip from a bottle of beer, he sets it down between his lap and closes his eyes, simply shaking his head.
"I really don't know if I'm cut out to be a main-eventer anymore because it's easy to see that I'm just not going to succeed anywhere, anytime. The writing is basically on the wall, but I'm simply not reading it and walking face-first into the brick. It knocks me down each and everytime but for some reason... I'm just not getting it, I'm not understanding something. Savannah, let me ask you something: are you disappointed? Are you disappointed in how I always fail at every single opportunity that is given to me? I'm sure that of all the superstars whom you have managed in your past, none of them failed as much as I. Honestly, I don't deserve a thing that I have. The fame. The fortune. The limo. The mansion. All of this should go to somebody else who at least knows how to wrestle properly. I'm just a walking mess-up, every single amazing thing that I do or that happens to me ends up getting fucked up by myself."
"I'm not disappointed, not at all. Keep in mind that there were two other people in that match and not just yourself and somebody else. If there was just you and Johnny Legend, I'm sure that you would have won the British Wrestling Alliance championship. You nearly finished him off several times in that ring, but James was always there to stop you. There was just too much to focus on, Ruskin. You didn't do a single thing wrong, every move you had in there was right. Even the people watching from backstage were applauding what you did in the ring, you were on the right track. For the whole twenty-some minutes, you and James Tsunami went steady in that ring. Without a doubt you were superstar of the night. Ignore those news sites you read on the internet, ignore the reaction backstage... they aren't applauding Tsunami's wrestling skills, they are just applauding how he finally achieved that goal."
"Hmmm... I honestly wish that I could believe you and everybody else, but I just can't. I'm sure that another opportunity will come in the future, I'm not too sure, myself. If I do get offered one, I'll hesitate on accepting it. No. Really. I'll really hesitate on accepting it. I don't want to continue to suffer this embarassment week after week, I'm not the kind of guy who deserves it. I'm a great wrestler, that's something that people have to learn and accept. I'm much better than over ninety-five percent of the damn people on our roster at the moment. So I wonder why I'm losing as much as I am. Why am I not as successful as guys like MJ Storm? The guy has less than HALF the experience that I do in the professional wrestling industry, but yet for some damn reason... he has more of a resume than me? Former BWA Champion? Current APW Southern Champion? What the Hell is this?! All that I have to my name is a former BWA Television Champion, a former three-time FWA Reckless Champion and a former FWA World Champion. It's a bunch of crap, is what it is. The wrestling industry sucks. Why can't we be fake like other companies? If we were, I would be a ten time BWA Champion by now and I'd be happy."
"If that were the case, I don't that you would be too happy. The APW has a lot of talented superstars that will be hard to overcome. You're talented, you're full of skill and you know how to wrestle a match. Winning a title that has real competition gives you real excitement, not anything false. Don't give up on your intention of winning the BWA World Heavyweight Championship. It was a title that you have wanted for over three years during the beginning of your career when BWA was around for the first time. And you know what? When you do win the BWA title, you'll be more happy then you would have been if you were to win it on your first shot. So what if you blow six, seven, eight, nine or even ten title shots until you finally get the title? The fact of the matter is: you will get it. I'm certain."
Ruskin shrugs and takes another sip from his bottle of beer, swallowing it down. Now that the bottle appears to be empty in Severson's eyes, he sets it down on the floor of his limo and kicks it ahead where he can't see it. Savannah rests up against and Ruskin just sighs, rubbing between his eyes. He seems to be angry about the fact that James Tsunami became the BWA Champion.