Post by Icon Lord Leon Corbin on Apr 21, 2015 14:44:37 GMT -6
Icon Corbin: Good God!
It’s the World champion in all his glory. Shaved head, beard preened into a neat plait with black beads at the end, velvet suit and the shimmer of the illustrious belt placed perfectly over his shoulder as he stood in front of a Storm poster. His face though? He looked shocked from behind that heavy eye makeup all until he nods and starts flapping his hands out in front of him.
Icon Corbin: Alright, Eva, love of my life, bearer of my children, Icon and Lady, it’s obvious what the problem is here, isn’t it? It’s okay, and I am sorry. I need to try harder at putting the seat back down and changing the loo rolls when they’re empty but is it absolutely necessary to go out there, in a professional setting and give me that kind of treatment? Have you forgotten that while you’re storming around the house, cursing me for every random sock you find, I am busy trying to push the next generation of Globalstar at the school? How about those moments when you’re bitching about me to Trystan, Eva? What do you suppose I am doing at that moment?
He raises one of those perfectly plucked brows of his then smiles sweetly until that morphs into something a little darker.
Icon Corbin: Actually, it’s not really about what I am doing but more about what you’re not doing, isn’t it? You’re quick firing shots at me without aiming your bow properly, Evs because while you desperately drag up our match history like it gives you an edge, that I can’t beat you and that you’re the better wrestler, I’m just wondering what that means when it’s not 2011 or 2012 because in 2014 and 2015 you haven’t been able to deliver in the same way, and that’s not just me saying that for shits and giggles and to get an “OOOH” from those who love a bit of a domestic to make their lives more interesting, that’s me being the man who has to listen to all the self-doubts when the cameras stop rolling, the man who has to console your tattered little ego when you’re wandering the Globalsverse trying to figure out just what went wrong.
Well, I can tell you, darlin’. I can tell you because that’s what honesty in our relationship demands of me. I can tell you that you’re the one bullshitting me about not wanting titles and the only reason I have the World title was because you didn’t want it. How can you stand there and look me in the eye saying that when we both know you’re only doing the very thing you despise in your enemies, love? Can you say you’ve given your all since you’ve had…um…
He looked to the floor, free hand rubbing his forehead as he seemed to try and rack his brain for information long forgotten then bolts up again, straight.
Icon Corbin: The Intercontinental title? The TV title just prior? Are you putting those belts out there enough so that you can sleep easy knowing you’ve done all you can? Can you or does that explain the many restless nights, ay?
And yet you want to be “hurt” because I haven’t jumped down your throat –again- about you being a real challenger? Are you kidding me? You’re not a real challenger though, are you? Not this time. Not like the other times we’ve stood across from one another in that ring. If you’re really the better wrestler then I may as well just go home now because I won’t be doing a single move out there.
Patronising as ever he pouts with a sad face.
Icon Corbin: And don’t you worry your pretty little head about what I do with this title when you’ve yet to give a shit what you do with yours. In fact, I am welcoming this match because at least it’s getting you a little limelight right now in your otherwise dark existence in the aptly named wasteland, “terrible champion”.
Ugh…and you know, maybe you’re just trying to wind me up, right? I mean, I thought you were serious but then you started to give Marcus a little credit for saying a whole lot of fuck all.
His demeanour seems to shift entirely, his face becoming a whole lot more serious as he stands firm, hand tight on his title.
Icon Corbin: Marcus, I’d applaud you but I see no reason to. For all your supposed intelligence you really lack any observation skill but that’s what happens when you don’t fully commit to something. Something that’s been an issue for you since day one in this company. I’m sure you’re sitting there feeling really proud of yourself right now, thinking you’ve gone and ruffled the feathers of every Globalstar with your shit analogies and inept opinions but from where I am standing, and believe me, I can see a whole fucking lot from here at the top, I am left wondering why? What for? What you truly hope to gain? I wonder these things because you had the chance to fuck off and you didn’t take it, so why am I to believe you really want this place to go up in smoke just because a bunch of cunting nobodies gets a wild hair on their arse and thinks that’s what they can do? You all but begged for your contract. You had to be forced to get even an iota of interest and effort out of you and yet you think it’s your religion that pisses people off about you.
So…why stay? Why hang around? If this place is that far gone then you’re under no obligation to stay on a sinking ship right? I mean, fuck, even when under contract you didn’t really feel all that obligated to help it in the areas it needed. It was all just shit jokes and a whole lot of excuses as to why you needed to get away from the cameras. Not the fucking paparazzi, Marcus but the legitimate GZW cameras who are paid to get your arse out there on the Network so the fans have something to chew on and get behind. And now this is the best you’ve got? Marcus, give up. Seriously, hand in your notice and fuck off home because you can try the same old Saint turned Sinner bollocks we’ve all seen before but it’s still the same old Kolic underneath. Even now, your dick’s gone limp midway through this tiresome little escapade of yours and you think anyone is interested to see it play out anywhere? All for you to go head to head with an old friend who lacks any passion just like you do? On paper it would be great, in reality you just don’t have the draw, bad guy bullshit or not. Figures that you’re both friends of fucking Vern. He was always one to never finish what he started or fully commit to anything either.
As for those inept opinions and psychic abilities you appear to have. You might want to get a refund on those, bitch. Why do you think, even if it justified, that I will be holding this title forever? I am not known for my ridiculously long runs, Marcus, and do you know why? Because I don’t NEED titles. That’s why they stay on waists like yours, like Locke’s, like Cross’. Because without those belts, there is nothing to fucking see, nothing to hear, nothing to get an audience to come over and have a look at and yet that’s what still happens anyway, title or not. And to think you preach about how you’re NOT two-dimensional...
But don’t think for one moment I don’t suspect this is an opportunity for all eggs to be in one basket. And I don’t just mean Kolic and his fake arse friends, I’m talking about you too, Alex. Yeah you, the guy that thinks he fills seats when he wasn’t even booked to wrestle. You mug…
Of all the faces he could have chosen he opts for amused and relaxed, eyes low and a subtle smile as he shakes head.
Icon Corbin: Now in spite of the fact I only got you back for what you did to me, after YOU initiated a war with ME, you’re going to want revenge and I’d be foolish to think you won’t try something at Storm. Well, you go ahead, be predictable but in reality all it means is that I have even more incentive to beat ten bells out of you by the time our match comes around. I am running out of patience, Two Stripe and I can promise you that no matter what happens at in our match, I am not only walking with that title, but I am walking away from you and onto something else. I am begging for more, the fans are begging for more and we have seen all there is to you so why draw this out any longer? If I win, that’s your lot. There is no rematch clause for a guy who hasn’t won the title then lost it and you’ve used up the gratis points for the World title that the IC title awards you. One way or another, it’s over. And just in case that sounds too arrogant, let me go one further and say that if I lose that title, I won’t challenge for it either. It’s…over between us, Two Stripe.
He waves sweetly then sticks up two fingers before walking out view, leaving the camera’s focus on the Storm logo.
It’s the World champion in all his glory. Shaved head, beard preened into a neat plait with black beads at the end, velvet suit and the shimmer of the illustrious belt placed perfectly over his shoulder as he stood in front of a Storm poster. His face though? He looked shocked from behind that heavy eye makeup all until he nods and starts flapping his hands out in front of him.
Icon Corbin: Alright, Eva, love of my life, bearer of my children, Icon and Lady, it’s obvious what the problem is here, isn’t it? It’s okay, and I am sorry. I need to try harder at putting the seat back down and changing the loo rolls when they’re empty but is it absolutely necessary to go out there, in a professional setting and give me that kind of treatment? Have you forgotten that while you’re storming around the house, cursing me for every random sock you find, I am busy trying to push the next generation of Globalstar at the school? How about those moments when you’re bitching about me to Trystan, Eva? What do you suppose I am doing at that moment?
He raises one of those perfectly plucked brows of his then smiles sweetly until that morphs into something a little darker.
Icon Corbin: Actually, it’s not really about what I am doing but more about what you’re not doing, isn’t it? You’re quick firing shots at me without aiming your bow properly, Evs because while you desperately drag up our match history like it gives you an edge, that I can’t beat you and that you’re the better wrestler, I’m just wondering what that means when it’s not 2011 or 2012 because in 2014 and 2015 you haven’t been able to deliver in the same way, and that’s not just me saying that for shits and giggles and to get an “OOOH” from those who love a bit of a domestic to make their lives more interesting, that’s me being the man who has to listen to all the self-doubts when the cameras stop rolling, the man who has to console your tattered little ego when you’re wandering the Globalsverse trying to figure out just what went wrong.
Well, I can tell you, darlin’. I can tell you because that’s what honesty in our relationship demands of me. I can tell you that you’re the one bullshitting me about not wanting titles and the only reason I have the World title was because you didn’t want it. How can you stand there and look me in the eye saying that when we both know you’re only doing the very thing you despise in your enemies, love? Can you say you’ve given your all since you’ve had…um…
He looked to the floor, free hand rubbing his forehead as he seemed to try and rack his brain for information long forgotten then bolts up again, straight.
Icon Corbin: The Intercontinental title? The TV title just prior? Are you putting those belts out there enough so that you can sleep easy knowing you’ve done all you can? Can you or does that explain the many restless nights, ay?
And yet you want to be “hurt” because I haven’t jumped down your throat –again- about you being a real challenger? Are you kidding me? You’re not a real challenger though, are you? Not this time. Not like the other times we’ve stood across from one another in that ring. If you’re really the better wrestler then I may as well just go home now because I won’t be doing a single move out there.
Patronising as ever he pouts with a sad face.
Icon Corbin: And don’t you worry your pretty little head about what I do with this title when you’ve yet to give a shit what you do with yours. In fact, I am welcoming this match because at least it’s getting you a little limelight right now in your otherwise dark existence in the aptly named wasteland, “terrible champion”.
Ugh…and you know, maybe you’re just trying to wind me up, right? I mean, I thought you were serious but then you started to give Marcus a little credit for saying a whole lot of fuck all.
His demeanour seems to shift entirely, his face becoming a whole lot more serious as he stands firm, hand tight on his title.
Icon Corbin: Marcus, I’d applaud you but I see no reason to. For all your supposed intelligence you really lack any observation skill but that’s what happens when you don’t fully commit to something. Something that’s been an issue for you since day one in this company. I’m sure you’re sitting there feeling really proud of yourself right now, thinking you’ve gone and ruffled the feathers of every Globalstar with your shit analogies and inept opinions but from where I am standing, and believe me, I can see a whole fucking lot from here at the top, I am left wondering why? What for? What you truly hope to gain? I wonder these things because you had the chance to fuck off and you didn’t take it, so why am I to believe you really want this place to go up in smoke just because a bunch of cunting nobodies gets a wild hair on their arse and thinks that’s what they can do? You all but begged for your contract. You had to be forced to get even an iota of interest and effort out of you and yet you think it’s your religion that pisses people off about you.
So…why stay? Why hang around? If this place is that far gone then you’re under no obligation to stay on a sinking ship right? I mean, fuck, even when under contract you didn’t really feel all that obligated to help it in the areas it needed. It was all just shit jokes and a whole lot of excuses as to why you needed to get away from the cameras. Not the fucking paparazzi, Marcus but the legitimate GZW cameras who are paid to get your arse out there on the Network so the fans have something to chew on and get behind. And now this is the best you’ve got? Marcus, give up. Seriously, hand in your notice and fuck off home because you can try the same old Saint turned Sinner bollocks we’ve all seen before but it’s still the same old Kolic underneath. Even now, your dick’s gone limp midway through this tiresome little escapade of yours and you think anyone is interested to see it play out anywhere? All for you to go head to head with an old friend who lacks any passion just like you do? On paper it would be great, in reality you just don’t have the draw, bad guy bullshit or not. Figures that you’re both friends of fucking Vern. He was always one to never finish what he started or fully commit to anything either.
As for those inept opinions and psychic abilities you appear to have. You might want to get a refund on those, bitch. Why do you think, even if it justified, that I will be holding this title forever? I am not known for my ridiculously long runs, Marcus, and do you know why? Because I don’t NEED titles. That’s why they stay on waists like yours, like Locke’s, like Cross’. Because without those belts, there is nothing to fucking see, nothing to hear, nothing to get an audience to come over and have a look at and yet that’s what still happens anyway, title or not. And to think you preach about how you’re NOT two-dimensional...
But don’t think for one moment I don’t suspect this is an opportunity for all eggs to be in one basket. And I don’t just mean Kolic and his fake arse friends, I’m talking about you too, Alex. Yeah you, the guy that thinks he fills seats when he wasn’t even booked to wrestle. You mug…
Of all the faces he could have chosen he opts for amused and relaxed, eyes low and a subtle smile as he shakes head.
Icon Corbin: Now in spite of the fact I only got you back for what you did to me, after YOU initiated a war with ME, you’re going to want revenge and I’d be foolish to think you won’t try something at Storm. Well, you go ahead, be predictable but in reality all it means is that I have even more incentive to beat ten bells out of you by the time our match comes around. I am running out of patience, Two Stripe and I can promise you that no matter what happens at in our match, I am not only walking with that title, but I am walking away from you and onto something else. I am begging for more, the fans are begging for more and we have seen all there is to you so why draw this out any longer? If I win, that’s your lot. There is no rematch clause for a guy who hasn’t won the title then lost it and you’ve used up the gratis points for the World title that the IC title awards you. One way or another, it’s over. And just in case that sounds too arrogant, let me go one further and say that if I lose that title, I won’t challenge for it either. It’s…over between us, Two Stripe.
He waves sweetly then sticks up two fingers before walking out view, leaving the camera’s focus on the Storm logo.
