The Vanguard of Your Destruction
Mar 21, 2015 20:19:57 GMT -6
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Post by Icon Lord Leon Corbin on Mar 21, 2015 20:19:57 GMT -6
Icon Corbin: Oh Alex…
For the mess he was right after Anniversary Armageddon, the World champion looked like a different man altogether in front of the new Special Broadcast Event promotional backdrop. He appeared fresh and healthy, skin glowing but that could be the hot and heavy lighting making him sweat a little. His beard was neat and long enough to be pulled into a single plait, his head shaven while he stood in fitting PVC trousers, his favourite New Rocks, a black Munin vest just obscured a little by the World title he had draped over his shoulder.
Icon Corbin: Well, first of all, let me just say, well done. Bully for you.
He shifts the title on his shoulder so he could clap, giving the former Intercontinental and TV champion a slow, exaggerated and sarcastic round of applause. He eventually stops, resting his hand back on the strap.
Icon Corbin: I ain’t gonna lie. That spray did a number on me on the night. I’m sure you’re just dying to know how it affected me so I’ll let you. I mean, why not? It’s not as if it really changes anything. I felt like shit. My nose wouldn’t stop running, neither would my eyes. My throat kept feeling like it was closing and I couldn’t stop coughing. My lungs felt like they were gonna fail. At one point I even vomited. My stomach muscles were tighter than ever and it took days to wear off. My face was burning for what seemed like ages. The redness took a while to disappear and it took me the best part of an hour to regain my sight again.
So that’s what happened and knowing all that, I am sure, will give you so much pleasure that you’re likely gonna miss the rest of this just so you can wank over how you got the better of a Lord and Icon. Well, save that shit for later, Alex because while you’re walking around with your head held high and an irritating little smile on your face, I am still here. I am still World champion and it has absolutely fuck all to do with you being in control.
He winks with his left eye, a smirk appearing on the same side.
Icon Corbin: I’m still here, Alex. And while your actions at Anniversary Armageddon got me good at that moment in time, you have nothing to show for your efforts, or really, lack of them. There’s not a mark on my face, on my body or my soul and I feel just fine now, yet you are still empty handed, the best thing for an unexceptional-at-best wannabe fucking Globalstar, really. I mean, you’re just a one-trick pony, Alex. Any match with you now results the same way. A loss with an attack right after. That is the depth of your imagination and yet you think you’ll be the one to dethrone me?
But I know why you do it. You think I don’t know that this is all just a mask? A façade because that moment you lost to me at Aftermath and then attacked me right afterwards it created a safety net, some kind of consolation you could cope with. So now it’s better to lose on your own terms, right?
WRONG!
Bitch, I know your game and you can stand there and prattle on about how you’re the hottest shit this industry has to offer but who are you outwrestling, Alex? Who the fuck are you outwrestling when you’d sooner give me a win without even wrestling instead of having to actually lose to me? You fear me, Alex. Hear that? Say that one out loud as well. Alex Cross fears Leon Corbin! It’s not the other way around at all even though you are convincing yourself it should be. In your deluded little world, I should be questioning everything and crying that I am no longer relevant, that I am past it and should be passing the torch to you when in reality your matches are suddenly…
For how worked up he was getting, the veins protruding on his temples, he slows right down, looking at the floor, then looks up again.
Icon Corbin: Well…you’re just a bit…premature. Which I understand is an issue for you personally as well as professionally. Sorry Munin, I know I wasn’t supposed to mention that one but how could I not. I never thought I’d have to worry about a man struggling to go the distance again since I married a woman yet here I am. Feeling disappointed and underwhelmed because a man just couldn’t perform on the night. Maybe you should have gotten your twin to get between those ropes to face me instead so I didn’t have to suffer your shortcomings, ay, Alex? Maybe I would have gotten more out of him instead of an abrupt end from a kick in the bollocks. And maybe I’d have done that too only I couldn’t find yours, Alex.
He shrugs with indifference, then runs a hand over his head.
Icon Corbin: Point is, Alex, this is a game you cannot win. I am mentally a whole lot more resilient than you are while you are struggling with who and what you really are now. I am already a WORLD renowned WRESTLER while you do nothing but talk about beating people and that's only when you’re not whining like a little bitch. I don’t give a shit that you think you’re better or that you think you’ve put me on notice. What does that mean to me? I don’t fear losing in the way you do, Alex. I am not afraid to lose. How do you think I became a FOUR time World champion and a Grand Slam champion? By NOT losing all those titles at some point? Don’t be so fucking naïve. But losing is the one thing that has you cowering, hiding behind these little games you think rattle me when all they do is piss me off at how much professionalism you lack on the grand stage. All they do is prove how you’ll be unable to carry the heavy weight of this company on your shoulders. It’s not that you’re a bad guy, it’s that you’re bad for business.
And you could win. Why not? Every Globalstar has the ability to win and has done, Alex, even Captain All-Star so why is that even something special? But the issue is, you know you won’t. You cannot and that burns more than any pepper spray you get in my face. You’d love to be able to say that you really could kick me from pillar to post and make me look like a bitch out there but you can’t. There was no reason why you couldn’t have tried to beat me at Anniversary Armageddon. You could have beaten me then have something to really brag about, right? That’s how this shit really works, Alex. You take away what you think I can’t live without and stop me from taking it back, have me at your mercy. But again, that’s not something you can do. You can’t control me when you can barely fucking control yourself. And so long as I still hold this title, it’s ME, Alex. I am the one who is in control and you had better believe that I love that hold I have over you. Fucking pepper spray me again if you really want, you’re not getting this belt. Not now and not in my backyard either. And who the fuck are you to dictate to me how I should be defending my title when you failed miserably at garnering interest in all the titles you held?
He sneers, baring his teeth a little. The man just wasn’t impressed.
Icon Corbin: Listen up, boy. I make the rules here, not you. If I want to defend that title against you at the O2, then I will but not because you think so. At the end of the day, the reality is you can’t even manage to wrestle a match but then being a pisshead, I’m sure it’s not as easy as it used to be for you. Maybe you should get cleaned up first. In the meantime, I can think of better people I could actually get an exciting match out of. I mean, Raze took this title from me and I never wrestled him to get it back. I know for a fact he’d make the effort out there and justify people spending their cash to come out to these shows instead of what you think is “outwrestling” someone and being in control. Or maybe I should have your woman challenge for this title. After all, I can’t beat her then you’d have to face Munin who you can’t beat either and how much would that fuck with your little brain when the one you love is the one that holds you back because I can bet that she will not hand anything over to you at all. Fuck, maybe I could get Davina in. That’s gotta be better than what you put on the table.
As for a Highway to Hell match? You’re barking up the wrong tree, pussy boy. I beat seven SEVEN other men to retain the Intercontinental title in a Highway to Hell match. You know, back when the IC title was worth holding until useless cunts like you and Locke got your hands on it. I’m not even gonna speak of this further, I’m just gonna let you stew on those facts. I’ll see how I feel about it, IF I want to defend against you. After all, it’s not that you are due any more matches for this title now. You’ve technically had your shot and fucked up over and over, becoming predictable and losing us ratings at a time we need them most. Any decent businessman would know to look over you and move onto something that does work now. Just…fuck you, Alex.
He leaves those words to linger in the air for a moment with a smile on his face.
Icon Corbin: And fuck you too, Marcus.
The smile fades, leaving a pair of pursed lips in its place at the thought of the former Tag team champion. He sniffs, looking off to the side for a moment and then rests his gaze back on the lens.
Icon Corbin: You know, since Anniversary Armageddon I’ve had people try and tell me not to say anything, that it will look as if I am trying to fight my wife’s battles for her and all sorts of other shit but it couldn’t be further from the truth. I’ve never liked you and it’s bittersweet that I get to see just why. But before you even dare come at me with it’s none of my business, let me make it abundantly clear that as World champion, all events of this company are my business. That’s what makes a champion, the ability to have fingers in many pies but it’s not for that reason I am even bothering with you right now. See, while you went out there and shocked the Globalverse about siding with Clan Mayhem, I have to ask just how long you’ve been aligned with those fuck ups. I already know it’s before Aftermath. I mean, you didn’t seriously think that you fooled anyone with that little escapade of beating the entire Clan Mayhem behind closed doors with just you and a taser, right? I never even considered you being alongside them, I thought it was just the same old Kolic trying to make himself look good where natural brilliance eluded him. A set up of sorts and even though it wasn’t what I thought, it was still a set up.
But how long, Kolic? See, I have to wonder if that time Clan Mayhem interfered with my chances at becoming World champion back in October last year you was behind that little stunt. In fact the more you try to get the point across that you’ve had the Globalverse fooled longer, the more inclined I feel I to have to kick your arse and guess what, there’s not a single person that would stop me. In fact, you’ve probably got a queue waiting to get a pop at the idiot that would side with a group of fucking fools that WANT you to do what you’re doing right now.
He scoffs, shrugging.
Icon Corbin: But I’m wrong, right? Maybe this is all a game where you eventually turn on them too, hence why you couldn’t go all the way and let Clan Mayhem do the damage they wanted to. Or maybe it’s because you’ll just try anything to make waves in a company that can’t take you seriously. Is that it? Is that why you would back yourself into a corner, Marcus? A nice big shocker to get you noticed? But what happens when the buzz of you fucking over your friends passes and you’re left with that mediocrity you’re so famous for? What when you realise that being seen with Clan Mayhem does nothing for your image but now you can’t afford not to have them around for the fact you are at great risk from a united roster that couldn’t get behind you. Maybe it was because no one other than you saw Clan Mayhem as a legitimate threat, denying them the oxygen they needed to feed off. You validated them, the same people who sought to destroy the biggest company in this industry and you’re happy to let them? Why should everyone else have to be on the brink of losing their livelihood just because you were? You could never give two shits about the industry and your level of performance since you arrived has more than proved that so don’t be surprised when no one comes rushing to help the laziest son of a bitch this place has ever seen yet expects the same treatment as the workhorses.
Or will you blame those around you? Bad partners? Is this their fault? For their own good? Or maybe it’s because you’re just so fucking misunderstood. So much so that you betray my wife not once but twice. It doesn’t fucking matter your hands are clean, you’re responsible, just like you were when you hit Evalyn to hurt her those years ago when she was your tag partner and you were just training and you wonder why people are getting up to fucking leave you or just plain don’t bother with you? You were lucky, Marcus. Lucky because even though you hit that woman to hurt her she still put her faith in you, told me not to pursue you for your crimes when, really, I should have put you on the shelf and done the booking committee a fucking favour instead of having to acknowledge your existence and the fucking clowns that use you to get to the rest of GZW. You mug…you complete fucking idiot.
The 2007 Lord shakes his head, moving the belt back onto his shoulder comfortably again.
Icon Corbin: Well, do what you like, as long as you do something. Makes a change but if you dare use this little opportunity you’ve created to get near my title? You do not want me to join the fray, Marcus. You may not have been able to gather a decent army against GZW’s evil but I can and I will so fuck off.
For the mess he was right after Anniversary Armageddon, the World champion looked like a different man altogether in front of the new Special Broadcast Event promotional backdrop. He appeared fresh and healthy, skin glowing but that could be the hot and heavy lighting making him sweat a little. His beard was neat and long enough to be pulled into a single plait, his head shaven while he stood in fitting PVC trousers, his favourite New Rocks, a black Munin vest just obscured a little by the World title he had draped over his shoulder.
Icon Corbin: Well, first of all, let me just say, well done. Bully for you.
He shifts the title on his shoulder so he could clap, giving the former Intercontinental and TV champion a slow, exaggerated and sarcastic round of applause. He eventually stops, resting his hand back on the strap.
Icon Corbin: I ain’t gonna lie. That spray did a number on me on the night. I’m sure you’re just dying to know how it affected me so I’ll let you. I mean, why not? It’s not as if it really changes anything. I felt like shit. My nose wouldn’t stop running, neither would my eyes. My throat kept feeling like it was closing and I couldn’t stop coughing. My lungs felt like they were gonna fail. At one point I even vomited. My stomach muscles were tighter than ever and it took days to wear off. My face was burning for what seemed like ages. The redness took a while to disappear and it took me the best part of an hour to regain my sight again.
So that’s what happened and knowing all that, I am sure, will give you so much pleasure that you’re likely gonna miss the rest of this just so you can wank over how you got the better of a Lord and Icon. Well, save that shit for later, Alex because while you’re walking around with your head held high and an irritating little smile on your face, I am still here. I am still World champion and it has absolutely fuck all to do with you being in control.
He winks with his left eye, a smirk appearing on the same side.
Icon Corbin: I’m still here, Alex. And while your actions at Anniversary Armageddon got me good at that moment in time, you have nothing to show for your efforts, or really, lack of them. There’s not a mark on my face, on my body or my soul and I feel just fine now, yet you are still empty handed, the best thing for an unexceptional-at-best wannabe fucking Globalstar, really. I mean, you’re just a one-trick pony, Alex. Any match with you now results the same way. A loss with an attack right after. That is the depth of your imagination and yet you think you’ll be the one to dethrone me?
But I know why you do it. You think I don’t know that this is all just a mask? A façade because that moment you lost to me at Aftermath and then attacked me right afterwards it created a safety net, some kind of consolation you could cope with. So now it’s better to lose on your own terms, right?
WRONG!
Bitch, I know your game and you can stand there and prattle on about how you’re the hottest shit this industry has to offer but who are you outwrestling, Alex? Who the fuck are you outwrestling when you’d sooner give me a win without even wrestling instead of having to actually lose to me? You fear me, Alex. Hear that? Say that one out loud as well. Alex Cross fears Leon Corbin! It’s not the other way around at all even though you are convincing yourself it should be. In your deluded little world, I should be questioning everything and crying that I am no longer relevant, that I am past it and should be passing the torch to you when in reality your matches are suddenly…
For how worked up he was getting, the veins protruding on his temples, he slows right down, looking at the floor, then looks up again.
Icon Corbin: Well…you’re just a bit…premature. Which I understand is an issue for you personally as well as professionally. Sorry Munin, I know I wasn’t supposed to mention that one but how could I not. I never thought I’d have to worry about a man struggling to go the distance again since I married a woman yet here I am. Feeling disappointed and underwhelmed because a man just couldn’t perform on the night. Maybe you should have gotten your twin to get between those ropes to face me instead so I didn’t have to suffer your shortcomings, ay, Alex? Maybe I would have gotten more out of him instead of an abrupt end from a kick in the bollocks. And maybe I’d have done that too only I couldn’t find yours, Alex.
He shrugs with indifference, then runs a hand over his head.
Icon Corbin: Point is, Alex, this is a game you cannot win. I am mentally a whole lot more resilient than you are while you are struggling with who and what you really are now. I am already a WORLD renowned WRESTLER while you do nothing but talk about beating people and that's only when you’re not whining like a little bitch. I don’t give a shit that you think you’re better or that you think you’ve put me on notice. What does that mean to me? I don’t fear losing in the way you do, Alex. I am not afraid to lose. How do you think I became a FOUR time World champion and a Grand Slam champion? By NOT losing all those titles at some point? Don’t be so fucking naïve. But losing is the one thing that has you cowering, hiding behind these little games you think rattle me when all they do is piss me off at how much professionalism you lack on the grand stage. All they do is prove how you’ll be unable to carry the heavy weight of this company on your shoulders. It’s not that you’re a bad guy, it’s that you’re bad for business.
And you could win. Why not? Every Globalstar has the ability to win and has done, Alex, even Captain All-Star so why is that even something special? But the issue is, you know you won’t. You cannot and that burns more than any pepper spray you get in my face. You’d love to be able to say that you really could kick me from pillar to post and make me look like a bitch out there but you can’t. There was no reason why you couldn’t have tried to beat me at Anniversary Armageddon. You could have beaten me then have something to really brag about, right? That’s how this shit really works, Alex. You take away what you think I can’t live without and stop me from taking it back, have me at your mercy. But again, that’s not something you can do. You can’t control me when you can barely fucking control yourself. And so long as I still hold this title, it’s ME, Alex. I am the one who is in control and you had better believe that I love that hold I have over you. Fucking pepper spray me again if you really want, you’re not getting this belt. Not now and not in my backyard either. And who the fuck are you to dictate to me how I should be defending my title when you failed miserably at garnering interest in all the titles you held?
He sneers, baring his teeth a little. The man just wasn’t impressed.
Icon Corbin: Listen up, boy. I make the rules here, not you. If I want to defend that title against you at the O2, then I will but not because you think so. At the end of the day, the reality is you can’t even manage to wrestle a match but then being a pisshead, I’m sure it’s not as easy as it used to be for you. Maybe you should get cleaned up first. In the meantime, I can think of better people I could actually get an exciting match out of. I mean, Raze took this title from me and I never wrestled him to get it back. I know for a fact he’d make the effort out there and justify people spending their cash to come out to these shows instead of what you think is “outwrestling” someone and being in control. Or maybe I should have your woman challenge for this title. After all, I can’t beat her then you’d have to face Munin who you can’t beat either and how much would that fuck with your little brain when the one you love is the one that holds you back because I can bet that she will not hand anything over to you at all. Fuck, maybe I could get Davina in. That’s gotta be better than what you put on the table.
As for a Highway to Hell match? You’re barking up the wrong tree, pussy boy. I beat seven SEVEN other men to retain the Intercontinental title in a Highway to Hell match. You know, back when the IC title was worth holding until useless cunts like you and Locke got your hands on it. I’m not even gonna speak of this further, I’m just gonna let you stew on those facts. I’ll see how I feel about it, IF I want to defend against you. After all, it’s not that you are due any more matches for this title now. You’ve technically had your shot and fucked up over and over, becoming predictable and losing us ratings at a time we need them most. Any decent businessman would know to look over you and move onto something that does work now. Just…fuck you, Alex.
He leaves those words to linger in the air for a moment with a smile on his face.
Icon Corbin: And fuck you too, Marcus.
The smile fades, leaving a pair of pursed lips in its place at the thought of the former Tag team champion. He sniffs, looking off to the side for a moment and then rests his gaze back on the lens.
Icon Corbin: You know, since Anniversary Armageddon I’ve had people try and tell me not to say anything, that it will look as if I am trying to fight my wife’s battles for her and all sorts of other shit but it couldn’t be further from the truth. I’ve never liked you and it’s bittersweet that I get to see just why. But before you even dare come at me with it’s none of my business, let me make it abundantly clear that as World champion, all events of this company are my business. That’s what makes a champion, the ability to have fingers in many pies but it’s not for that reason I am even bothering with you right now. See, while you went out there and shocked the Globalverse about siding with Clan Mayhem, I have to ask just how long you’ve been aligned with those fuck ups. I already know it’s before Aftermath. I mean, you didn’t seriously think that you fooled anyone with that little escapade of beating the entire Clan Mayhem behind closed doors with just you and a taser, right? I never even considered you being alongside them, I thought it was just the same old Kolic trying to make himself look good where natural brilliance eluded him. A set up of sorts and even though it wasn’t what I thought, it was still a set up.
But how long, Kolic? See, I have to wonder if that time Clan Mayhem interfered with my chances at becoming World champion back in October last year you was behind that little stunt. In fact the more you try to get the point across that you’ve had the Globalverse fooled longer, the more inclined I feel I to have to kick your arse and guess what, there’s not a single person that would stop me. In fact, you’ve probably got a queue waiting to get a pop at the idiot that would side with a group of fucking fools that WANT you to do what you’re doing right now.
He scoffs, shrugging.
Icon Corbin: But I’m wrong, right? Maybe this is all a game where you eventually turn on them too, hence why you couldn’t go all the way and let Clan Mayhem do the damage they wanted to. Or maybe it’s because you’ll just try anything to make waves in a company that can’t take you seriously. Is that it? Is that why you would back yourself into a corner, Marcus? A nice big shocker to get you noticed? But what happens when the buzz of you fucking over your friends passes and you’re left with that mediocrity you’re so famous for? What when you realise that being seen with Clan Mayhem does nothing for your image but now you can’t afford not to have them around for the fact you are at great risk from a united roster that couldn’t get behind you. Maybe it was because no one other than you saw Clan Mayhem as a legitimate threat, denying them the oxygen they needed to feed off. You validated them, the same people who sought to destroy the biggest company in this industry and you’re happy to let them? Why should everyone else have to be on the brink of losing their livelihood just because you were? You could never give two shits about the industry and your level of performance since you arrived has more than proved that so don’t be surprised when no one comes rushing to help the laziest son of a bitch this place has ever seen yet expects the same treatment as the workhorses.
Or will you blame those around you? Bad partners? Is this their fault? For their own good? Or maybe it’s because you’re just so fucking misunderstood. So much so that you betray my wife not once but twice. It doesn’t fucking matter your hands are clean, you’re responsible, just like you were when you hit Evalyn to hurt her those years ago when she was your tag partner and you were just training and you wonder why people are getting up to fucking leave you or just plain don’t bother with you? You were lucky, Marcus. Lucky because even though you hit that woman to hurt her she still put her faith in you, told me not to pursue you for your crimes when, really, I should have put you on the shelf and done the booking committee a fucking favour instead of having to acknowledge your existence and the fucking clowns that use you to get to the rest of GZW. You mug…you complete fucking idiot.
The 2007 Lord shakes his head, moving the belt back onto his shoulder comfortably again.
Icon Corbin: Well, do what you like, as long as you do something. Makes a change but if you dare use this little opportunity you’ve created to get near my title? You do not want me to join the fray, Marcus. You may not have been able to gather a decent army against GZW’s evil but I can and I will so fuck off.
