This is What Greatness Looks Like in the Flesh
Feb 12, 2015 14:13:11 GMT -6
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Post by Icon Lord Leon Corbin on Feb 12, 2015 14:13:11 GMT -6
Icon Corbin: Wow…Are you that scared to face your own reality, John that you are willing to write your own version of history and the world around you? Actually, don’t even answer that. The entire world already know the fucking answer!
The man needed no introduction. Stood in front of the new Anniversary Armageddon promotional poster, the World champion donned a “Corbin Sucks” t-shirt and the title over his shoulder. His beard was definitely prominent and entering dangerous territory as far as his wife was concerned. But the menial matters were put aside when it came to camera time. Shadowed lines cast on his forehead emphasise his mood as he continued.
Icon Corbin: It’s the same old shit from the same old John Champa, though isn’t it? You do that thing where you attempt to antagonise me by getting on camera once in a blue moon and utter complete bollocks for some quick heat, gibberish with the occasional long word thrown in and an attempt at sounding poetic nowadays as if it will somehow make you appear more intelligent than you even are. You annoy me, John, but it’s not legitimate heat. It never is. It’s as legitimate as I am, wouldn’t you say, huh? It’s alright, I freely admit I’m illegitimate. Fuck, the whole world knows I’m a bastard. And you can take that in any context you like but I struggle every time to see how your mind comes up with your theories and quite frankly, after all this time, and as open as my life has been to this world, it’s beyond tedious to see you go there yet again.
So what do I do, John? Because there is a part of me that actually feels sorry for you. I actually get more embarrassed on your behalf than I do about myself. I dread to think what your report cards must have said when you were in school but I can hazard a fucking guess. “Finds it difficult to grasp new concepts”, “Has difficulty learning”, “constantly underachieving”, “could do better”. On one hand it’s hilarious, on the other, it’s completely fucking tragic how far removed and ignorant you are, and you know what? It doesn’t matter how many people out there hate me and would love to see me crash and burn. Right now, they are sitting there, nodding their heads and agreeing with me about how right I am.
He tips his head with a shrug. Chances were he was probably right after all. Opinions between him and the roster often differed but concerning The Big Shot, it was pretty unanimous. He takes a step forward, closing the space between him and the lens.
Icon Corbin: You’re trying to offend me? I’ve heard worse. I’ve been called things that would even make the likes of Seth Raide, Raze and James Corbin blush. So call me an ass bandit, fruity booty, a poof, whatever you like. Water off a duck’s back considering I’ve heard it all over the years, John. And I do still love the cock now but I can live without it. Well, I say that but you and I have to co-exist apparently…
He winks, a smirk creeping on his face and the baring of his pearly whites takes place for a brief moment.
Icon Corbin: But don’t call me Taylor. You might like to think that me being a Corbin is as simple as changing a gimmick like you did with the very forgettable Victor Storm, and what a shit one that was, but I don’t live gimmicks, John. I don’t need gimmicks when I have enough personality of my own. I’m a Corbin because that is who I am legally, by blood. I’m not going to apologise for things my parents did back in the early eighties and the reason why any of this shit came to pass but if I have to accept the truth, be a fucking dear and do the same, ay? It was a hard truth for many, most definitely those involved but it really shouldn’t be for someone who had fuck all to do with it. So I guess I need to explain this YET AGAIN. And I’ll do that but this time, save this file somewhere for quick reference, John because the next time, there’ll be no talking. I’ll just straight up smash you in the fucking face repeatedly in the hopes it’ll knock some sense into you.
He pauses, likely heavily considering that as a viable option but carries on.
Icon Corbin: In fact I’ll make it even easier for you. Bullet points, John. Easier to take information in that way. Maybe I should do a Powerpoint presentation with big letters and pictures but fuck that. It would mean spending time on you and no one really wants to do that longer than is absolutely fucking necessary. So here you are:
• James Corbin is married to Cassandra Casper.
• James Corbin has an affair with Janet Taylor.
• Janet Taylor falls pregnant with Leon, Cassandra falls pregnant months later with Thomas.
• Janet’s husband George Taylor takes on James Corbin’s child as his own and mistreats him.
• Leon Taylor has no idea, all parents keep this secret until 2007.
• Greatest showstopping moment of GZW history, James reveals to Leon in front of millions that he is in actual fact, his father.
• Leon is angry, confused, hurt but understands why Taylor is an arsehole and the penny drops regarding so many similarities between Leon and James.
• Leon’s legal details change in light of this revelation, also so as not to confuse fellow Lords, John Taylor and Leon as neither deserve that.
• There is one Lord Taylor and one Lord Corbin.
He stops, glaring into the camera and giving the former member of the Slaughterhouse a chance to catch on or catch up.
Icon Corbin: And that really is the most basic I can make it. If you still can’t comprehend that then it’s best to just let it go and never mention it again because it really doesn’t matter who stuck their dick in my mother at the end of the end of the day, it doesn’t change the fact that if you do go one on one with me, you won’t beat me anyway. I don’t look at John Champa and see challenge, I look at you and think you ARE challenged. I have no doubts that you have some moves, John. To even get noticed by the industry nowadays you have to have a decent repertoire but battles and challenges aren’t just fought in the ring. Titles are not just earned in wrestling matches. The sport goes way beyond and so do I so when I say I rule, that’s because I do. It’s because I am the benchmark. I am the complete package bundle while people like you are the budget bundles. You know, the ones that are missing all the best bits unless you go premium to get all the sports channels. And you most definitely do not channel any fucking sport.
In spite of all you accuse me of, you are the fraud, John. You are the one who wants the titles and monikers to hide behind. Calling yourself a big shot but you’re that guy that can only fire blanks. Greatness in the flesh but truth be told, you’re already looking at him right now on your screen. Names you have given yourself and not earned, John because I see no big shot and no greatness when I look at you, merely pounds of flesh waiting to be chewed and spat back out. Hilarious considering your desperation to prove how people don’t earn anything.
He mocks the subject of his camera time, eyes lowered and lips pursed.
Icon Corbin: So fuck you and your unrealistic conspiracy theories. I already told you that I had no issue facing you. We’ve been scheduled to wrestle one on one TWICE before but to no conclusion and I even remember pinning you at the same time Nathan pinned Kaos in fourway for the World title, which of course you conveniently forget. I have no issue with losing either. How do you think I became a FOUR time World champion, a feat rivalled by only one other in Sean Fiery? I have lost many times in my illustrious career, and faced some nasty and talented fuckers along the way and if I had to use any real pull, it would be to make sure I was always challenged instead of having to entertain the lower echelon of the industry. I prefer the bar to be raised, not lowered or non-existent which is pretty much what you’re asking of me. Can’t make a fucking legacy out of that, can we? I am given Icons like Fiery, Davis, Hikari and Williams, beasts like Enon to name but a few. I win some, I lose some, even with the World title involved. So where are the politics to protect me? If I was that much of a bitch don’t you think I’d be asking for match after match with the developmental roster so I could, to borrow a phrase just as you did from Maxx Pain, “stat pad”?
But then there must be a reason I am never given you to face. The board doesn’t always get it right, they know that but they know when to bring ratings if it’s on the table. Look at some of the dream matches in GZW history, John. Look how they made their money on the backs of some of the greatest. I’ve even been a part of that. I’ve had dream matches and I hope I get more before I ever have to hang up my boots. Fuck, you even see the internet throw my name about when asked who they’d love to see wrestle in their ideal matches. Yet…I never see your name. Seems that you are not a ratings draw, even if pitted against me. Greatness in the flesh indeed. I can let you know what that’s like if you really want to know.
This time, it’s an all-out grin.
Icon Corbin: But if you still want to face me, no doubt because I hold this title, the one thing that keeps you relevant by default, then do YOUR fucking begging. Give them a real reason to consider you for a shot at my title because no one other than you can see it. In the meantime, I have better things to do, now fuck off…
Unimpressed, the champion just rolls his eyes and walks out of view.
The man needed no introduction. Stood in front of the new Anniversary Armageddon promotional poster, the World champion donned a “Corbin Sucks” t-shirt and the title over his shoulder. His beard was definitely prominent and entering dangerous territory as far as his wife was concerned. But the menial matters were put aside when it came to camera time. Shadowed lines cast on his forehead emphasise his mood as he continued.
Icon Corbin: It’s the same old shit from the same old John Champa, though isn’t it? You do that thing where you attempt to antagonise me by getting on camera once in a blue moon and utter complete bollocks for some quick heat, gibberish with the occasional long word thrown in and an attempt at sounding poetic nowadays as if it will somehow make you appear more intelligent than you even are. You annoy me, John, but it’s not legitimate heat. It never is. It’s as legitimate as I am, wouldn’t you say, huh? It’s alright, I freely admit I’m illegitimate. Fuck, the whole world knows I’m a bastard. And you can take that in any context you like but I struggle every time to see how your mind comes up with your theories and quite frankly, after all this time, and as open as my life has been to this world, it’s beyond tedious to see you go there yet again.
So what do I do, John? Because there is a part of me that actually feels sorry for you. I actually get more embarrassed on your behalf than I do about myself. I dread to think what your report cards must have said when you were in school but I can hazard a fucking guess. “Finds it difficult to grasp new concepts”, “Has difficulty learning”, “constantly underachieving”, “could do better”. On one hand it’s hilarious, on the other, it’s completely fucking tragic how far removed and ignorant you are, and you know what? It doesn’t matter how many people out there hate me and would love to see me crash and burn. Right now, they are sitting there, nodding their heads and agreeing with me about how right I am.
He tips his head with a shrug. Chances were he was probably right after all. Opinions between him and the roster often differed but concerning The Big Shot, it was pretty unanimous. He takes a step forward, closing the space between him and the lens.
Icon Corbin: You’re trying to offend me? I’ve heard worse. I’ve been called things that would even make the likes of Seth Raide, Raze and James Corbin blush. So call me an ass bandit, fruity booty, a poof, whatever you like. Water off a duck’s back considering I’ve heard it all over the years, John. And I do still love the cock now but I can live without it. Well, I say that but you and I have to co-exist apparently…
He winks, a smirk creeping on his face and the baring of his pearly whites takes place for a brief moment.
Icon Corbin: But don’t call me Taylor. You might like to think that me being a Corbin is as simple as changing a gimmick like you did with the very forgettable Victor Storm, and what a shit one that was, but I don’t live gimmicks, John. I don’t need gimmicks when I have enough personality of my own. I’m a Corbin because that is who I am legally, by blood. I’m not going to apologise for things my parents did back in the early eighties and the reason why any of this shit came to pass but if I have to accept the truth, be a fucking dear and do the same, ay? It was a hard truth for many, most definitely those involved but it really shouldn’t be for someone who had fuck all to do with it. So I guess I need to explain this YET AGAIN. And I’ll do that but this time, save this file somewhere for quick reference, John because the next time, there’ll be no talking. I’ll just straight up smash you in the fucking face repeatedly in the hopes it’ll knock some sense into you.
He pauses, likely heavily considering that as a viable option but carries on.
Icon Corbin: In fact I’ll make it even easier for you. Bullet points, John. Easier to take information in that way. Maybe I should do a Powerpoint presentation with big letters and pictures but fuck that. It would mean spending time on you and no one really wants to do that longer than is absolutely fucking necessary. So here you are:
• James Corbin is married to Cassandra Casper.
• James Corbin has an affair with Janet Taylor.
• Janet Taylor falls pregnant with Leon, Cassandra falls pregnant months later with Thomas.
• Janet’s husband George Taylor takes on James Corbin’s child as his own and mistreats him.
• Leon Taylor has no idea, all parents keep this secret until 2007.
• Greatest showstopping moment of GZW history, James reveals to Leon in front of millions that he is in actual fact, his father.
• Leon is angry, confused, hurt but understands why Taylor is an arsehole and the penny drops regarding so many similarities between Leon and James.
• Leon’s legal details change in light of this revelation, also so as not to confuse fellow Lords, John Taylor and Leon as neither deserve that.
• There is one Lord Taylor and one Lord Corbin.
He stops, glaring into the camera and giving the former member of the Slaughterhouse a chance to catch on or catch up.
Icon Corbin: And that really is the most basic I can make it. If you still can’t comprehend that then it’s best to just let it go and never mention it again because it really doesn’t matter who stuck their dick in my mother at the end of the end of the day, it doesn’t change the fact that if you do go one on one with me, you won’t beat me anyway. I don’t look at John Champa and see challenge, I look at you and think you ARE challenged. I have no doubts that you have some moves, John. To even get noticed by the industry nowadays you have to have a decent repertoire but battles and challenges aren’t just fought in the ring. Titles are not just earned in wrestling matches. The sport goes way beyond and so do I so when I say I rule, that’s because I do. It’s because I am the benchmark. I am the complete package bundle while people like you are the budget bundles. You know, the ones that are missing all the best bits unless you go premium to get all the sports channels. And you most definitely do not channel any fucking sport.
In spite of all you accuse me of, you are the fraud, John. You are the one who wants the titles and monikers to hide behind. Calling yourself a big shot but you’re that guy that can only fire blanks. Greatness in the flesh but truth be told, you’re already looking at him right now on your screen. Names you have given yourself and not earned, John because I see no big shot and no greatness when I look at you, merely pounds of flesh waiting to be chewed and spat back out. Hilarious considering your desperation to prove how people don’t earn anything.
He mocks the subject of his camera time, eyes lowered and lips pursed.
Icon Corbin: So fuck you and your unrealistic conspiracy theories. I already told you that I had no issue facing you. We’ve been scheduled to wrestle one on one TWICE before but to no conclusion and I even remember pinning you at the same time Nathan pinned Kaos in fourway for the World title, which of course you conveniently forget. I have no issue with losing either. How do you think I became a FOUR time World champion, a feat rivalled by only one other in Sean Fiery? I have lost many times in my illustrious career, and faced some nasty and talented fuckers along the way and if I had to use any real pull, it would be to make sure I was always challenged instead of having to entertain the lower echelon of the industry. I prefer the bar to be raised, not lowered or non-existent which is pretty much what you’re asking of me. Can’t make a fucking legacy out of that, can we? I am given Icons like Fiery, Davis, Hikari and Williams, beasts like Enon to name but a few. I win some, I lose some, even with the World title involved. So where are the politics to protect me? If I was that much of a bitch don’t you think I’d be asking for match after match with the developmental roster so I could, to borrow a phrase just as you did from Maxx Pain, “stat pad”?
But then there must be a reason I am never given you to face. The board doesn’t always get it right, they know that but they know when to bring ratings if it’s on the table. Look at some of the dream matches in GZW history, John. Look how they made their money on the backs of some of the greatest. I’ve even been a part of that. I’ve had dream matches and I hope I get more before I ever have to hang up my boots. Fuck, you even see the internet throw my name about when asked who they’d love to see wrestle in their ideal matches. Yet…I never see your name. Seems that you are not a ratings draw, even if pitted against me. Greatness in the flesh indeed. I can let you know what that’s like if you really want to know.
This time, it’s an all-out grin.
Icon Corbin: But if you still want to face me, no doubt because I hold this title, the one thing that keeps you relevant by default, then do YOUR fucking begging. Give them a real reason to consider you for a shot at my title because no one other than you can see it. In the meantime, I have better things to do, now fuck off…
Unimpressed, the champion just rolls his eyes and walks out of view.
