Post by Eli Martin on Apr 14, 2020 13:13:54 GMT -5
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I assume a ‘thank you’ or some form of gratification is owed to Jack Jones, for gifting me what hasn’t belonged to him in almost a year:
The spotlight.
I would be remiss not to point out the ineffectiveness of the situation; regardless of whether he’d surrendered this rare moment to me or carried on with it, I would have merely swooped in and taken it for myself. That’s one thing he can freely jot down in his little notepad about me, I’m not one to sit on my hands and wait for opportunities to come - I find it far more titillating to go out and seize them.
I also admire long, hand-in-hand walks along the shores of an evening beach, though I digress.
Most would be horrified to know that I never had an interest in this business prior to now. My Dad was a boxer in his heyday, when he retired to fully commit to raising me, I suppose he’d always had this lingering gleam of hope rooted in him that I too would take to boxing in the future. He showed me some fancy footwork and basic technique coming up, but with the insurgence of MMA - how could I not? With his approval and management I fought my way up the ranks of Chi-town’s most talented caged fighters till it was my ass that sat on the throne, mâchéd from the bones of the unfortunate. Suffice it to say, things were going well for me. I stood proudly as the CCFL Lightweight Champion and maintained a blemish-free record. But when the company was “sold” to the highest bidder, I quickly became a target. Apparently they didn’t take too well to my brand of sarcasm or my direct approach, they saw me as a liability - one that would cost them more money from the problems he’d bring than the hordes of people that filled that gym every weekend. So they mocked up a plan to replace me with a more “cooperative” champion.
To make a long story short, after witnessing it dissolve from a place of competition to one of underhanded politics and criminality, I left that world behind for good. And I thought, “Why not try wrestling?” Spoiler alert, I debuted on the night of Titans 82 completely obliterating my opponent, Jack Jones, until he couldn't reach a three count.
Now, because I dread talking about myself, I’m going to switch gears here - to the true reason for this forced introduction today:
Jack Jones.
The alleged “former everything” in SFT. I don’t recall a Hardcore Championship reign from you, but maybe that’s just an oversight on my part - or perhaps you don’t consider that an actual accolade. Regardless of your intent, let's just stick to the accolades that are plainly spotted by someone of my vision. Former World Heavyweight Champion, former Intercontinental Champion, former winner, and current loser Jack Jones. Last year you managed to start and finish the year on a positive note, but as you ventured further into 2020 your vision on the other hand has become foggy, pun intended. You went from being a Champion, the main attraction, the life of the party - to the guy that watches the door and you actually take pride in it!
Being the company guinea pig. A lab rat. A test subject for their latest prototypes.
If you’re to be the deciding factor - that which stands between me and a ticket to the top, then results that greatly surpass those of the previous week are to be expected.
Expect me.
Anticipate me.
Watch me become the next big thing in SFT.
I assume a ‘thank you’ or some form of gratification is owed to Jack Jones, for gifting me what hasn’t belonged to him in almost a year:
The spotlight.
I would be remiss not to point out the ineffectiveness of the situation; regardless of whether he’d surrendered this rare moment to me or carried on with it, I would have merely swooped in and taken it for myself. That’s one thing he can freely jot down in his little notepad about me, I’m not one to sit on my hands and wait for opportunities to come - I find it far more titillating to go out and seize them.
I also admire long, hand-in-hand walks along the shores of an evening beach, though I digress.
Most would be horrified to know that I never had an interest in this business prior to now. My Dad was a boxer in his heyday, when he retired to fully commit to raising me, I suppose he’d always had this lingering gleam of hope rooted in him that I too would take to boxing in the future. He showed me some fancy footwork and basic technique coming up, but with the insurgence of MMA - how could I not? With his approval and management I fought my way up the ranks of Chi-town’s most talented caged fighters till it was my ass that sat on the throne, mâchéd from the bones of the unfortunate. Suffice it to say, things were going well for me. I stood proudly as the CCFL Lightweight Champion and maintained a blemish-free record. But when the company was “sold” to the highest bidder, I quickly became a target. Apparently they didn’t take too well to my brand of sarcasm or my direct approach, they saw me as a liability - one that would cost them more money from the problems he’d bring than the hordes of people that filled that gym every weekend. So they mocked up a plan to replace me with a more “cooperative” champion.
To make a long story short, after witnessing it dissolve from a place of competition to one of underhanded politics and criminality, I left that world behind for good. And I thought, “Why not try wrestling?” Spoiler alert, I debuted on the night of Titans 82 completely obliterating my opponent, Jack Jones, until he couldn't reach a three count.
Now, because I dread talking about myself, I’m going to switch gears here - to the true reason for this forced introduction today:
Jack Jones.
The alleged “former everything” in SFT. I don’t recall a Hardcore Championship reign from you, but maybe that’s just an oversight on my part - or perhaps you don’t consider that an actual accolade. Regardless of your intent, let's just stick to the accolades that are plainly spotted by someone of my vision. Former World Heavyweight Champion, former Intercontinental Champion, former winner, and current loser Jack Jones. Last year you managed to start and finish the year on a positive note, but as you ventured further into 2020 your vision on the other hand has become foggy, pun intended. You went from being a Champion, the main attraction, the life of the party - to the guy that watches the door and you actually take pride in it!
Being the company guinea pig. A lab rat. A test subject for their latest prototypes.
If you’re to be the deciding factor - that which stands between me and a ticket to the top, then results that greatly surpass those of the previous week are to be expected.
Expect me.
Anticipate me.
Watch me become the next big thing in SFT.
