Post by Icon Lord Leon Corbin on Feb 21, 2015 17:47:05 GMT -6
Icon Corbin: Badges of honour, ay…?
It had been some time after Crimson. The dust had settled and the World champion was back in the UK, specifically London in the Corbin Academy for business but it never is just a short visit and him leaving. Not when the facilities are so advanced that he himself could benefit from them. He’d clearly spent the day there, the evening too as the window in the background let through only the artificial lights of the nearby lamp posts and the fact he was clad in tracksuit bottoms, trainers and a SIR Chris Cairns t-shirt in front of one the rings. His hair a grade 2 all over and his beard a fair bit longer, he sports the World title around his waist with his thumbs hooked over the top of it.
Icon Corbin: Alex, I saw that look in your eyes, the vibration in your fingers, the smell of fucking FEAR that you were emanating the moment you succumbed to me because you have so little control, not only over your own reckless little actions but your ability as this “bad man” you portray right now. Those cuts and bruises are not battle scars to be cherished or a sign that I’m rattled, boy, it’s a fucking reminder that you are in above your head right, paddleless down shit creek and believe me, it can only get worse from here. You think you’ve had your back against the wall? From what? FROM WHAT?!! You have been given opportunity after opportunity and it is YOU who has failed to deliver over time. It is YOU who has been your own downfall and yet STILL you continue to lay blame on every other fucker but yourself!
So why should I shit my pants over the thought that it would be you standing over me, holding my title over your head? I mean, what do you even have? In your arsenal, Alex what do you even have that I haven’t seen and conquered a million times before in my renowned career? What depth does your imagination even reach that I should be shaken up? Ay? A few attacks? A little bog standard beating here and there? A corny fake arse promo of yours to listen to? What, Alex? You’re a fucking amateur to me, understand? And that’s not a good thing seeing as you are NOT some young rookie anymore from years ago when you washed up here but a grown arse man who should know a whole lot better by now, NO excuses!
And you might even be able to strike a little fear in the backstage reporters, but me? You can never get there with what you bring to the table, and you know what? I welcome you to try harder. I WANT you to up your game because quite frankly I am tired of the mediocre level that has been put before me for so many years. I hate that I feel I have to LOWER my standard just so others can keep up or not get so intimidated that they stop trying and inevitably walk out, or blame it on being a Corbin.
He looks off to the side, as if someone was actually walking out then faces the camera again.
Icon Corbin: So feel free to keep trying, Alex. Impress me because so far I have felt utterly underwhelmed with you and I am saddened to think you are the best this business has to offer me. Even sadder to think you are supposed to one day succeed me. I have played mental chess with great names in and out of that ring and a dipshit little bitch like you holds NO candle to any of them. The fact you think you’re even playing a game of chess with me is offensive and ignorant on your part when you have hardly even made a move on the fucking board but just remember that the most valuable piece is always, ALWAYS the queen, you little fucking pawn star.
He cracks a sideward smirk, letting out a snicker.
Icon Corbin: But nice try at the attempt to goad me by attacking my wife and wishing her well afterwards. And you know, she’s just fine, bit bruised but fine, all part of a day’s work. And really, you ought to be thanking her, sunshine because it’s thanks to her I DECIDED to stop when I did or you wouldn’t be mouthing off like an oblivious fucking idiot right now, they’d be prepping your useless arse for surgery. So you’re right. I am not the same Vicious because I CAN control it and it makes all the difference. It makes me even deadlier because what good are you to me if you can’t fight back? What good is my main challenger if he doesn’t feel confident in the thought he can beat me? I need you to believe you can win so I can crush your heart, hopes and aspirations and then do it again and again because people like you never learn.
Not only do you never learn, you failed to realise something, Alex. And see, this is why I have always mocked your relationship with Munin. Sure, I’m a derogatory motherfucker when I want to be. It’s just who I am but aside from that, I know your relationship is nothing but a boy-ish crush posing as something more serious. You don’t know her at all, do you? Ay? Am I really that much of a cunt to my wife that I let you beat on her? Or did I really just let you seal your own fate, Alex? I mean, you do know that our women have been the very best of friends, even sisters, for years, right? A bond so strong that they would never let a man come between it to the point my wife has forgiven me for my misdeeds before Munin ever will. Ask yourself why a man like me, renowned for taking things too far and would harm a loved one just to get to you didn’t go there. In fact, let me take you back a little. And if you want to consider this me revealing my wife’s weaknesses, that’s fine because it’s not exactly a company secret anyway. Do you remember Hayden Hoshiko and what she did in that ring to Eva Hikari? The broken neck, near paralysis?
You do? Because I’d like to think you do keep well informed, then you might remember what happened to Hoshiko afterwards. And in case you don’t know, which is really what I assume of you, Alex, you’ll know that the bond Munin had with Evalyn is what brought out a side to your woman that scared the reckless bitch. Are you sure you do not remember that time Munin dragged Hayden Hoshiko’s arse to the ring and beat the living shit out of her because she harmed her “sister”? Now those three women grew up together and she would do that to Hayden. What do you think she is really thinking of you right now? This very minute, what do you think is going through Munin’s mind after seeing you deliberately attack her just so you can gain a little notoriety?
Fucking fool, and you think you’re playing chess with me? I told you I could hurt you without having to touch you, Alex. I just wonder how much that will be and I look so forward to finding out. Downplay me if you like. It’s not in the promo room where this shit will matter though, is it? Still, I guess it might not bother you considering the only thing that’s important to you is this title right here, right?
He points to the gold plate around his waist, then with a hand behind his back, removes the belt and places it on his shoulder.
Icon Corbin: I don’t believe it for one minute, Alex. See, you can play the part of the hunter and I can pretend to be the prey but there is a bigger picture in place you won’t want to acknowledge and that is you cannot be trusted with any title whereas I AM that man you hate to see me as. I am that king of the mountain, title or not. In fact I can main event without titles while you fall to the wayside, fall back on the best thing you do in the business. Whine and whine like a bitch until you’re pacified with a title like a dummy to a baby. Well, this isn’t Cartoon Network, Alex. It’s prime time GZW Network so grow the fuck up or fuck off because this title is going nowhere near your waist unless I am beating you with it.
His eyes widen for a split second before he steps forward, the camera getting a chance to zoom in closer on the most illustrious prize the company could offer.
Icon Corbin: And how about you, John? Nice loss, I see. Of course it’s to help everyone’s career but your own. What a fucking martyr you are, ay? I had no idea you could be so selfless. You’re a fucking saint in a sinner’s robes, a real helpful son of a bitch!
Bullshit. You’ve got an excuse for everything but you know you are losing relevance as much as you lose your matches. Why? Because you’re old and tired. Oh, not by age, just your entire being, everything that makes you tick. The way you walk around thinking everyone envies you but who exactly is that? Who is envious of you, John? Sure, you’ll have some fans who want to idolise you, that’s nothing special when even the weirdest of them all have their diehard fans but you seem to be misconstruing that as the guys and girls in the back desperately wanting to be John Champa. Hmm…I wonder if they really do want to be bordering on neurotic because they’re so delusional. I doubt that as much as I doubt anyone actually tunes in to listen to a complete fucking prat waffle and making no sense whatsoever. In case you’re not sure, that’s YOU, John.
His sentence finished with an aggressive and invasive finger at the lens. He takes a deep breath through his nose, pausing for a moment then continues.
Icon Corbin: But, just to make one thing perfectly clear? That game people have been raising?
He raises an inquisitive brow.
Icon Corbin: Notice when it happened, it was the moment I took fucking charge and the World title, John. I am the man that lights fires under arses and get them going. I am the one that revived GZW. I am the one that they want to be and do you know why? Not because I force that point down people’s throats like you do but because I set the bar and the example. I am the workhorse. I am the man that for all my faults, has kept this company afloat on more occasions I care to remember. I am the one man who has the longest tenure making me a valuable asset and GZW’s greatest wrestler of all time by default. Several years at a time and always, no matter the era, am ALWAYS on top of my game. I am nothing like the old guard who were around for just a few very short years and picked up monikers they had yet to truly earn with their less than average quality promos and antics. I am not like the Kid Kaoses, Quakes and Vanderbilts who come and go as they please just to remind people they’re still alive for a few bucks, a few months here and there and expect to enter the Ring of Honor for doing, in reality, sweet fuck all. And you know what, that even includes you, John. You get a little wild hair on your arse from time to time and then expect people to praise you for doing what you get fucking employed for.
You’re a fucking bogus wrestler like so many who disrespect this sport and company by taking the piss and using it for their own ends yet I am the one who would be punished if I got out of line even though I continued night after night, month after month, year after year to go out there and bust my arse to not only make a name for myself but to keep GZW at the forefront of this industry. And that doesn’t even cover what I have done when I am not in front of the camera. And people want to talk about earning what they have? Next to me you fuckers have done NOTHING!! Nothing at all if you think wrestling a few matches, training and eating your fucking greens make a true Globalstar.
He shakes his head with a deft and dismissive flick of the wrist, then rests his hand on the gold plate sitting perched on his shoulder.
Icon Corbin: This is why I stand before you all as your champion and why this is going to be my best reign yet. There’ll be no losing this title in my first defence. It’ll be one of those reigns that make the books and create massive fucking shoes to fill and right now there is not a single person on this roster who possess the attributes to fill them. Not John Champa, not Alex Cross so if you wish to dispute that, feel free. I couldn’t give a shit.
But, words aside, I have yet to defend this title and have yet to even be booked for Anniversary Armageddon. Such a huge show with the World title not even booked is just incredulous but that leaves the doors open to anything and trust me, I am prepared for anything. I will put this title on the line for whatever the powers-that-be have in store so whether it’s a rematch with Alex Cross or another pointless encounter with a nobody like Ian Headline, I welcome it with open arms. It doesn’t matter who it goes up against or what the stipulation is, this title is as good as glued to me now so thank you and fuck off.
Walking forward with his middle finger up, it’s the last thing that could be seen close up before he cuts the camera.
It had been some time after Crimson. The dust had settled and the World champion was back in the UK, specifically London in the Corbin Academy for business but it never is just a short visit and him leaving. Not when the facilities are so advanced that he himself could benefit from them. He’d clearly spent the day there, the evening too as the window in the background let through only the artificial lights of the nearby lamp posts and the fact he was clad in tracksuit bottoms, trainers and a SIR Chris Cairns t-shirt in front of one the rings. His hair a grade 2 all over and his beard a fair bit longer, he sports the World title around his waist with his thumbs hooked over the top of it.
Icon Corbin: Alex, I saw that look in your eyes, the vibration in your fingers, the smell of fucking FEAR that you were emanating the moment you succumbed to me because you have so little control, not only over your own reckless little actions but your ability as this “bad man” you portray right now. Those cuts and bruises are not battle scars to be cherished or a sign that I’m rattled, boy, it’s a fucking reminder that you are in above your head right, paddleless down shit creek and believe me, it can only get worse from here. You think you’ve had your back against the wall? From what? FROM WHAT?!! You have been given opportunity after opportunity and it is YOU who has failed to deliver over time. It is YOU who has been your own downfall and yet STILL you continue to lay blame on every other fucker but yourself!
So why should I shit my pants over the thought that it would be you standing over me, holding my title over your head? I mean, what do you even have? In your arsenal, Alex what do you even have that I haven’t seen and conquered a million times before in my renowned career? What depth does your imagination even reach that I should be shaken up? Ay? A few attacks? A little bog standard beating here and there? A corny fake arse promo of yours to listen to? What, Alex? You’re a fucking amateur to me, understand? And that’s not a good thing seeing as you are NOT some young rookie anymore from years ago when you washed up here but a grown arse man who should know a whole lot better by now, NO excuses!
And you might even be able to strike a little fear in the backstage reporters, but me? You can never get there with what you bring to the table, and you know what? I welcome you to try harder. I WANT you to up your game because quite frankly I am tired of the mediocre level that has been put before me for so many years. I hate that I feel I have to LOWER my standard just so others can keep up or not get so intimidated that they stop trying and inevitably walk out, or blame it on being a Corbin.
He looks off to the side, as if someone was actually walking out then faces the camera again.
Icon Corbin: So feel free to keep trying, Alex. Impress me because so far I have felt utterly underwhelmed with you and I am saddened to think you are the best this business has to offer me. Even sadder to think you are supposed to one day succeed me. I have played mental chess with great names in and out of that ring and a dipshit little bitch like you holds NO candle to any of them. The fact you think you’re even playing a game of chess with me is offensive and ignorant on your part when you have hardly even made a move on the fucking board but just remember that the most valuable piece is always, ALWAYS the queen, you little fucking pawn star.
He cracks a sideward smirk, letting out a snicker.
Icon Corbin: But nice try at the attempt to goad me by attacking my wife and wishing her well afterwards. And you know, she’s just fine, bit bruised but fine, all part of a day’s work. And really, you ought to be thanking her, sunshine because it’s thanks to her I DECIDED to stop when I did or you wouldn’t be mouthing off like an oblivious fucking idiot right now, they’d be prepping your useless arse for surgery. So you’re right. I am not the same Vicious because I CAN control it and it makes all the difference. It makes me even deadlier because what good are you to me if you can’t fight back? What good is my main challenger if he doesn’t feel confident in the thought he can beat me? I need you to believe you can win so I can crush your heart, hopes and aspirations and then do it again and again because people like you never learn.
Not only do you never learn, you failed to realise something, Alex. And see, this is why I have always mocked your relationship with Munin. Sure, I’m a derogatory motherfucker when I want to be. It’s just who I am but aside from that, I know your relationship is nothing but a boy-ish crush posing as something more serious. You don’t know her at all, do you? Ay? Am I really that much of a cunt to my wife that I let you beat on her? Or did I really just let you seal your own fate, Alex? I mean, you do know that our women have been the very best of friends, even sisters, for years, right? A bond so strong that they would never let a man come between it to the point my wife has forgiven me for my misdeeds before Munin ever will. Ask yourself why a man like me, renowned for taking things too far and would harm a loved one just to get to you didn’t go there. In fact, let me take you back a little. And if you want to consider this me revealing my wife’s weaknesses, that’s fine because it’s not exactly a company secret anyway. Do you remember Hayden Hoshiko and what she did in that ring to Eva Hikari? The broken neck, near paralysis?
You do? Because I’d like to think you do keep well informed, then you might remember what happened to Hoshiko afterwards. And in case you don’t know, which is really what I assume of you, Alex, you’ll know that the bond Munin had with Evalyn is what brought out a side to your woman that scared the reckless bitch. Are you sure you do not remember that time Munin dragged Hayden Hoshiko’s arse to the ring and beat the living shit out of her because she harmed her “sister”? Now those three women grew up together and she would do that to Hayden. What do you think she is really thinking of you right now? This very minute, what do you think is going through Munin’s mind after seeing you deliberately attack her just so you can gain a little notoriety?
Fucking fool, and you think you’re playing chess with me? I told you I could hurt you without having to touch you, Alex. I just wonder how much that will be and I look so forward to finding out. Downplay me if you like. It’s not in the promo room where this shit will matter though, is it? Still, I guess it might not bother you considering the only thing that’s important to you is this title right here, right?
He points to the gold plate around his waist, then with a hand behind his back, removes the belt and places it on his shoulder.
Icon Corbin: I don’t believe it for one minute, Alex. See, you can play the part of the hunter and I can pretend to be the prey but there is a bigger picture in place you won’t want to acknowledge and that is you cannot be trusted with any title whereas I AM that man you hate to see me as. I am that king of the mountain, title or not. In fact I can main event without titles while you fall to the wayside, fall back on the best thing you do in the business. Whine and whine like a bitch until you’re pacified with a title like a dummy to a baby. Well, this isn’t Cartoon Network, Alex. It’s prime time GZW Network so grow the fuck up or fuck off because this title is going nowhere near your waist unless I am beating you with it.
His eyes widen for a split second before he steps forward, the camera getting a chance to zoom in closer on the most illustrious prize the company could offer.
Icon Corbin: And how about you, John? Nice loss, I see. Of course it’s to help everyone’s career but your own. What a fucking martyr you are, ay? I had no idea you could be so selfless. You’re a fucking saint in a sinner’s robes, a real helpful son of a bitch!
Bullshit. You’ve got an excuse for everything but you know you are losing relevance as much as you lose your matches. Why? Because you’re old and tired. Oh, not by age, just your entire being, everything that makes you tick. The way you walk around thinking everyone envies you but who exactly is that? Who is envious of you, John? Sure, you’ll have some fans who want to idolise you, that’s nothing special when even the weirdest of them all have their diehard fans but you seem to be misconstruing that as the guys and girls in the back desperately wanting to be John Champa. Hmm…I wonder if they really do want to be bordering on neurotic because they’re so delusional. I doubt that as much as I doubt anyone actually tunes in to listen to a complete fucking prat waffle and making no sense whatsoever. In case you’re not sure, that’s YOU, John.
His sentence finished with an aggressive and invasive finger at the lens. He takes a deep breath through his nose, pausing for a moment then continues.
Icon Corbin: But, just to make one thing perfectly clear? That game people have been raising?
He raises an inquisitive brow.
Icon Corbin: Notice when it happened, it was the moment I took fucking charge and the World title, John. I am the man that lights fires under arses and get them going. I am the one that revived GZW. I am the one that they want to be and do you know why? Not because I force that point down people’s throats like you do but because I set the bar and the example. I am the workhorse. I am the man that for all my faults, has kept this company afloat on more occasions I care to remember. I am the one man who has the longest tenure making me a valuable asset and GZW’s greatest wrestler of all time by default. Several years at a time and always, no matter the era, am ALWAYS on top of my game. I am nothing like the old guard who were around for just a few very short years and picked up monikers they had yet to truly earn with their less than average quality promos and antics. I am not like the Kid Kaoses, Quakes and Vanderbilts who come and go as they please just to remind people they’re still alive for a few bucks, a few months here and there and expect to enter the Ring of Honor for doing, in reality, sweet fuck all. And you know what, that even includes you, John. You get a little wild hair on your arse from time to time and then expect people to praise you for doing what you get fucking employed for.
You’re a fucking bogus wrestler like so many who disrespect this sport and company by taking the piss and using it for their own ends yet I am the one who would be punished if I got out of line even though I continued night after night, month after month, year after year to go out there and bust my arse to not only make a name for myself but to keep GZW at the forefront of this industry. And that doesn’t even cover what I have done when I am not in front of the camera. And people want to talk about earning what they have? Next to me you fuckers have done NOTHING!! Nothing at all if you think wrestling a few matches, training and eating your fucking greens make a true Globalstar.
He shakes his head with a deft and dismissive flick of the wrist, then rests his hand on the gold plate sitting perched on his shoulder.
Icon Corbin: This is why I stand before you all as your champion and why this is going to be my best reign yet. There’ll be no losing this title in my first defence. It’ll be one of those reigns that make the books and create massive fucking shoes to fill and right now there is not a single person on this roster who possess the attributes to fill them. Not John Champa, not Alex Cross so if you wish to dispute that, feel free. I couldn’t give a shit.
But, words aside, I have yet to defend this title and have yet to even be booked for Anniversary Armageddon. Such a huge show with the World title not even booked is just incredulous but that leaves the doors open to anything and trust me, I am prepared for anything. I will put this title on the line for whatever the powers-that-be have in store so whether it’s a rematch with Alex Cross or another pointless encounter with a nobody like Ian Headline, I welcome it with open arms. It doesn’t matter who it goes up against or what the stipulation is, this title is as good as glued to me now so thank you and fuck off.
Walking forward with his middle finger up, it’s the last thing that could be seen close up before he cuts the camera.
