Post by 💀 ＡＰＯＫ 💀 on Aug 9, 2020 7:51:41 GMT -5
What's in a name?
For months now… you have known me as Apokalypse. It is not a name I chose… nor is it one I take lightly. It is meant to strike fear into the hearts of my enemies… but when those enemies are too caught up in discussing snack foods… then it is just another meaningless name.
It means the world to me though. It is a name my father made famous a lifetime ago. Or rather… the man I grew up knowing as my father. That's a tale for another day.
Don't worry.
The end of everything is near.
So many here have felt my wrath and so few have been able to defeat me. I mean truly… absolutely… undeniably defeat me. I have made such an impression on your world that I am proclaimed the rightful number one contender for the World Championship. What kind of challenger would I be if I suffer yet another defeat at the hands of Emerson at Titans?
Lucas Balkan deserves a challenge. He has yet to face the danger that lurks inside of me. Emerson has… and he walked away unscathed. He will not be so fortunate when next we meet. This is a do or die situation for the almighty Apokalypse. To truly be the number one contender… losing to Emerson simply cannot happen.
You know it, Emerson. You're well aware of how this plays out. Our future is already written and as fate has it… you will be sorely defeated by Apokalypse at Titans. And then I will---
I'm sorry. My train of thought is out of coal at the moment. I recently experienced a death in the family… and it has really messed me up. My brother-in-law passed away unexpectedly two days before my loss to Jay Impact. I'm not saying that's the only reason he won that match… but… you know.
I've been estranged from my family for some time. It seems like a lifetime actually. Again… a tale for another time. My time away from my family doesn't make the loss any less painful. Long before he married my sister… we were really close friends. We were trained by the same guy. Then… life happened. I went off to Japan and he stayed in the states. He married my sister. They had a kid. He retired. Eventually returned to the ring for one last run.
Now he's dead.
The losses I've faced in SFT pale in comparison to what I'm feeling right now. The silver lining of his death is that it has brought me back to reconnect with my family. My sister said she watched some of my matches here and she could see the influence that her husband had on my career. Even the way I carried myself as champion. She also said I rambled about dumb shit for months when all I had to do to get over was be myself.
Is that what you really want, Emerson? You've been so open about yourself… while I've hid behind this Apokalypse facade. Should I peel back the curtain and let you see the man behind the wizard? What purpose would that serve… now… when I am so close to my final battle in two weeks? Do you even deserve the truth, Emerson?
You were one of the longest reigning World Champions in this company's history. You stood atop the mountain for far longer than expected. You beat off all challengers who dared gaze upon your throne. Then came the Lethal Lottery Tournament. Fate brought you and Lucas Balkan to the end… where we witnessed the passing of an immense torch. Balkan is our new ruler and you… you're on a new path now. In true SFT fashion… you'll likely hold another title in no time… but what if this match against me is it for you?
You deserve a break, Emerson. For all of your hard work… and sacrifice… and all you've done for this company… you deserve a vacation. Is Disney World open back up yet? I haven't kept up on the reopening of the world. I am still hung up on our mystery venues every other Tuesday though. Sure… we'll be in Green Bay this week… but WHERE in Green Bay? Resch Complex? Brown County Arena? Kress Event Center? The Watering Hole?!
Trick question. Brown County Arena was demolished last year. See how easy it was to do even a modicum of research into a city? Why is that so difficult for the event coordinators? I guess it'll be the usual situation where they cover our heads in bags and smuggle us into an undisclosed location. That must be difficult to do to all of the fans. It might be easier for everyone involved if we just know the location of the venue ahead of time.
But that's… uhh… whatever…
Emerson, you're an honorable fighter. You love action packed action. You love the roar of the crowd. You love the rush of victory. What is your plan for when it's all over? I ask because my brother-in-law planned to retire by the end of this year and settle down with his family… but then the unexpected happened. He didn't end his career… or even his life… on his own terms. What are your terms, Emerson? Surely there's more to life than what you've experienced here every other Tuesday.
Once you fall inevitably fall victim to the almighty Apokalypse at Titans… I advise you to take some time to yourself… figure out what's next in your career… and in your life. You should really see a doctor about that stomach ache. It could be more serious than you realize. There's so much unnecessary pain in the world… and it would be a shame to lose you before it's truly your time.
This Tuesday at Titans in Green Bay---
Hey. I'm going to go get some burgers. You want--
Uhh…
Oh. Promo time, huh? That's… cool… I guess. Have you spilled the beans on your identity yet?
Not yet. I'm saving that for the World Title Match.
Good call. Who do you have this week?
Emerson.
Ohhhh. Well… good luck, bro. He's one of the best. Biggest heart in that place. Reminds me a lot of---
Yeah. I know. I miss him, too, sis.
Anyway… yeah… burgers. You still eat anything?
Like a garbage disposal.
Some things never change.
And some times do...
For months now… you have known me as Apokalypse. It is not a name I chose… nor is it one I take lightly. It is meant to strike fear into the hearts of my enemies… but when those enemies are too caught up in discussing snack foods… then it is just another meaningless name.
It means the world to me though. It is a name my father made famous a lifetime ago. Or rather… the man I grew up knowing as my father. That's a tale for another day.
Don't worry.
The end of everything is near.
So many here have felt my wrath and so few have been able to defeat me. I mean truly… absolutely… undeniably defeat me. I have made such an impression on your world that I am proclaimed the rightful number one contender for the World Championship. What kind of challenger would I be if I suffer yet another defeat at the hands of Emerson at Titans?
Lucas Balkan deserves a challenge. He has yet to face the danger that lurks inside of me. Emerson has… and he walked away unscathed. He will not be so fortunate when next we meet. This is a do or die situation for the almighty Apokalypse. To truly be the number one contender… losing to Emerson simply cannot happen.
You know it, Emerson. You're well aware of how this plays out. Our future is already written and as fate has it… you will be sorely defeated by Apokalypse at Titans. And then I will---
I'm sorry. My train of thought is out of coal at the moment. I recently experienced a death in the family… and it has really messed me up. My brother-in-law passed away unexpectedly two days before my loss to Jay Impact. I'm not saying that's the only reason he won that match… but… you know.
I've been estranged from my family for some time. It seems like a lifetime actually. Again… a tale for another time. My time away from my family doesn't make the loss any less painful. Long before he married my sister… we were really close friends. We were trained by the same guy. Then… life happened. I went off to Japan and he stayed in the states. He married my sister. They had a kid. He retired. Eventually returned to the ring for one last run.
Now he's dead.
The losses I've faced in SFT pale in comparison to what I'm feeling right now. The silver lining of his death is that it has brought me back to reconnect with my family. My sister said she watched some of my matches here and she could see the influence that her husband had on my career. Even the way I carried myself as champion. She also said I rambled about dumb shit for months when all I had to do to get over was be myself.
Is that what you really want, Emerson? You've been so open about yourself… while I've hid behind this Apokalypse facade. Should I peel back the curtain and let you see the man behind the wizard? What purpose would that serve… now… when I am so close to my final battle in two weeks? Do you even deserve the truth, Emerson?
You were one of the longest reigning World Champions in this company's history. You stood atop the mountain for far longer than expected. You beat off all challengers who dared gaze upon your throne. Then came the Lethal Lottery Tournament. Fate brought you and Lucas Balkan to the end… where we witnessed the passing of an immense torch. Balkan is our new ruler and you… you're on a new path now. In true SFT fashion… you'll likely hold another title in no time… but what if this match against me is it for you?
You deserve a break, Emerson. For all of your hard work… and sacrifice… and all you've done for this company… you deserve a vacation. Is Disney World open back up yet? I haven't kept up on the reopening of the world. I am still hung up on our mystery venues every other Tuesday though. Sure… we'll be in Green Bay this week… but WHERE in Green Bay? Resch Complex? Brown County Arena? Kress Event Center? The Watering Hole?!
Trick question. Brown County Arena was demolished last year. See how easy it was to do even a modicum of research into a city? Why is that so difficult for the event coordinators? I guess it'll be the usual situation where they cover our heads in bags and smuggle us into an undisclosed location. That must be difficult to do to all of the fans. It might be easier for everyone involved if we just know the location of the venue ahead of time.
But that's… uhh… whatever…
Emerson, you're an honorable fighter. You love action packed action. You love the roar of the crowd. You love the rush of victory. What is your plan for when it's all over? I ask because my brother-in-law planned to retire by the end of this year and settle down with his family… but then the unexpected happened. He didn't end his career… or even his life… on his own terms. What are your terms, Emerson? Surely there's more to life than what you've experienced here every other Tuesday.
Once you fall inevitably fall victim to the almighty Apokalypse at Titans… I advise you to take some time to yourself… figure out what's next in your career… and in your life. You should really see a doctor about that stomach ache. It could be more serious than you realize. There's so much unnecessary pain in the world… and it would be a shame to lose you before it's truly your time.
This Tuesday at Titans in Green Bay---
Hey. I'm going to go get some burgers. You want--
Uhh…
Oh. Promo time, huh? That's… cool… I guess. Have you spilled the beans on your identity yet?
Not yet. I'm saving that for the World Title Match.
Good call. Who do you have this week?
Emerson.
Ohhhh. Well… good luck, bro. He's one of the best. Biggest heart in that place. Reminds me a lot of---
Yeah. I know. I miss him, too, sis.
Anyway… yeah… burgers. You still eat anything?
Like a garbage disposal.
Some things never change.
And some times do...
