Post by Icon Lord Leon Corbin on May 10, 2015 10:17:00 GMT -6
Icon Corbin: Reality…
There he was, the GZW World champion inside the hall of the Corbin Wrestling Academy and even though the walls proudly displayed huge greyscale winning poses of some of Britain’s greatest wrestlers, he took centre stage in colour and in the flesh in a black and red raglan top, leather trousers and his favourite New Rocks. His head was clean shaven and his beard was now long enough for a few coloured beads at the end of its plait to match his clothing while the World title hung over his forearm, the plate on exhibition. He cocks his head, looking momentarily in thought.
Icon Corbin: The state of things as they actually exist, as opposed to an idealistic or notional idea of them. I know you’ll be wondering what that means, Alex as you’ve lost all sense of the fucking word so I thought I’d remind you. I thought I’d remind you because after everything that transpired in front of the wrestling world for all to see, somehow you are trying to twist that little thing called reality to save yourself…yet again.
He waves his head from side to side, rolling his eyes, ending with a disgruntled sigh.
Icon Corbin: You know this shit gets boring. The whole denial when everyone knows the truth is so stunted in a time when the product needs growth and honesty. When YOU need it most and you probably don’t even know what I’m talking about because your head is so far up your arse you can only believe your own shit. It’s all you can see, after all, Two Stripe.
Why try though? The kids from the school were there to enjoy a show. They were excited, front row for the biggest company’s show is huge, you should know that, people could see that. They wanted to see great wrestling and be able to leave Storm feeling inspired, to be certain that this hard and gruelling path is one they really want to embark on. But before they get to see any good wrestling, and let’s be honest until my match with my own wife the rest of the matches were fucking mediocre at best, including yours Mr Shit Hot Wrestler of All Time, they got to see YOU have me attacked so I wouldn’t show up to the contract signing. Even parading the ring LYING to the world watching that I didn’t have the balls to come and sign a piece of paper that basically allows me to legally rip your bollocks off and make you choke on them, which, for the record, would be way more entertaining than any promo you can muster. Not only did you expect everyone to believe that with some shoddy mic work but then you even tried to lie when faced with the fucking footage! Trust me, petal, there ain’t a fucking soul out there who wants to be your double these days. No one is willing to put themselves at that kinda risk and no one really wants to be associated with you and whatever this shit is that you stand for now.
He shakes his head, pursing his lips as he hoists the title effortlessly onto his shoulder.
Icon Corbin: Point is, they attacked you because you not only had me attacked to get me down first but then attacked me afterwards yourself when it was safe for you to do so. You waited until I couldn’t do anything before you got close to get your licks in, Alex. Coward, you say? Tell me more about how that is less spineless than what you accuse me of when I still dragged myself to the ring to sign, Alex? In fact, don’t. You’re a terrible liar.
As for terrible lies. You really think our match pushed back to Heatwave is because I’m scared to lose this title? That I’ll do anything and everything to cling on to it for as long as I can? More shite huh, Two Stripe? You’re a regular sewer pump, aren’t ya, ay? You threw a challenge at me, I accepted. You change your mind and try to stop me going through with that and fail. Now I tell you I want this match to be headlining Heatwave, arguably the biggest stage of the year, and you get all flustered thinking that I’m putting it off because I don’t want to lose in front of my home crowd. Alex, I’ve won all over the world and I have lost all over the world. People don’t really give a shit about those statistics as long as what they saw was really fucking worth watching and in a match between you and I, in ring or out, I am definitely the one worth watching.
There’s that grin that the world loved to hate, pristine white and enough to make a man want to punch the screen he was watching this on. He licks his lip, clucking as he looks out of view for a moment before letting the lens capture his gaze again.
Icon Corbin: So why do you get to make demands and I don’t? Who the fuck are you anyway in the grand scheme of things? You want Highway to Hell, I let you have that. I want Heatwave, you are going to let me have that like it or not and don’t you think that if anyone other than you opposed this that they would have stopped me dead in my tracks by now? Or maybe it’s because the Presidents have a special love for Hong Kong that they won’t stop me, ay? James Corbin made waves over there, held their biggest title and Teresa Profit-Lord is the daughter of Uncle John, Mr HKWF himself. Why would they oppose? It’s been a while since I put my demand out there and I’ve seen no announcements informing me this won’t be happening. But then maybe we need to pull out every stop to make this worth watching, Alex. I love England, I do. I spend a lot of my time here than I do in the States for several reasons but I truly believe this match really is better in the Hong Kong environment, simple as that. No smokescreens. So fucking deal with it! It’s not a delaying tactic when you aren’t even dominating, Alex, you’re riding MY coattails and while it seems at first glance that you’re snapping at my toes down there, you’re really just clinging to my ankles, begging me to take you with me.
That’s what all this is really, isn’t it? I’m your meal ticket to the top and you won’t let me go no matter what. If that means you have to do things against your own grain and pass it off as you being a ruthless badass then hey why not? Who cares if you compromise on your own moral coding and the feelings of those around you, right? Small price to pay for the fame and glory you’d get as a World champion, isn’t it? See, this just shows me that you are the last person who should be holding this title. It doesn’t need people like you who are only it for the glory. In fact, there isn’t anyone right now who is ready to hold this title. Nor are they ready to take it off me anymore than I am ready to give it up. I set a standard, you haven’t met it and you’ve had months. All others have fallen to the wayside but just because you’re the only one right now that is still standing up it does not qualify you by default to be a champion. You don’t have the qualities to be standing where I am now any more than the others.
Accusingly, he’d pointed at the lens and let his hand move to rest on the plate on his shoulder, his eyes following it before looking back at the camera.
Icon Corbin: As for you taking my title at Battlefield:London, I really don’t think so. I’m sure you like the idea of physically taking the title to try and make a point about how it’s going to be yours and all that other second hand bollocks but you’ll be looking at MY name plate, knowing that what you’re holding in no way belongs to you, that you’re just a counterfeit pretender. If you feel you need to do that to console yourself some more, then how about you come meet me at the fan signing. I’ll even sign an autograph and have your picture taken with me and the title. It’ll last longer that way. Fraudulent little bitch…
But that’s all are you are now. Fake, lies. Reason I had to be the one to tell Munin what you did with that dirty little Trax slapper Amanda Tampon. Evalyn tried to spare you when we found out and even saw the photo evidence, but I couldn’t. I had to tell Munin before this goes further if it hasn’t already. So blatant and in public too, Alex. It’s not a case of you having balls when you’re just so fucking stupid. I’d be surprised if Munin lets you even keep your bollocks if you carry on and knowing you, you don’t know when to stop. In fact, I suggest you worry more about what’s happening between you, Munin and Amanda before you think about me because at this rate, you probably won’t even make it to Heatwave let alone walk out of it as champion.
He tips his head a little. Chances are he was probably right knowing the kind of woman Munin could really be if pushed. He pauses, sniffing loudly. Just one of the consequences from a repeatedly broken nose over the years.
Icon Corbin: And I suppose if it’s up to Kolic I won’t be walking out of Battlefield: London either, right?
He arches a perfectly plucked brow, moving the title from one shoulder to the other as he moves his body to the side a little.
Icon Corbin: You know, on one hand I should give you a round of applause, Marcus. I mean, after how many years of being in the wrestling industry it’s only now you’re getting noticed but then all you’re doing is rehashing the same old bullshit I’ve seen a million times before. Hiding behind muscle and numbers who do your dirty work so you can rest easy a night without your victims’ blood on your hands. And to think you were among the first to condemn the likes of Davina and Teresa for having a bunch of fucking nameless and faceless bastards doing their bidding but here you are going through the very same rinse, lather and repeat process.
Great, that whole hypocrisy thing though, isn’t it, Marcus? But pointing out how you’re no different to anyone else doesn’t justify you or your actions. It doesn’t make up for the fact that deep down you’re just a fucking pussy using a human brick wall to hide behind so you don’t get caught in the crossfire of the war you’re waging. And why is that happening? To prove a point? What point, Marcus? No matter how you look at it, what you’re doing right now serves no purpose and has no point but that’s just you all over. Pointless. In fact I don’t even give two shits about you or your masturbating over a little power you think you’ve got when you’re just small fry. You’re a puppet, Marcus and I’d rather know who is pulling YOUR strings just like I want to know who pulls that of Clan Mayhem.
Raising a hand he makes the motions for imaginary strings being pulled before pretending to drop them with an open palm.
Icon Corbin: Then again, maybe that doesn’t even matter. Clan Mayhem are expendable and if they got taken out who would care? Other than Kolic who would have no one and nothing to stop people giving him what he deserves and if he thought it was a hard life as a good guy, just wait til you find out what they want to do to the bad guys, Marcus. After all, there are no good souls in this place according to you and there are no boundaries the good guys really care not to cross in our little world, is there? Difference is, Kolic, some truly don’t care what they do to others and are not afraid to get their own hands bloody. Goading some of the nastiest bastards in the game is great so long as you’re willing to pay the price and it’s been a while since you’ve had a good beating out there, hasn’t it?
You know, I wonder what WOULD happen if Clan Mayhem wasn’t around in this ever so dark era of Marcus Gilespie pretending to be a God among the GZW mortals. All that’s happened is you arriving on and leaving the scenes of the mayhem you create before anything can happen to you. Convenient, ay? When stood on your own against those you betrayed, what then? Why not, Marcus? I mean, it’s not like you haven’t gone up against the numbers on your own before, right? Wasn’t that what pushed you to this really? Or is that only when you’re faking it? In fact I put that challenge out to you. Battlefield:London, meet with the three people you turned your back on for…well…absolutely nothing, in the ring. No Clan Mayhem, just you. Prove to them and the world that you are not this spineless little bitch you appear now.
He grins to himself, even chuckling breathy at his own suggestion.
Icon Corbin: But that’s academic though. Because you can’t be seen alone now. You’ve alienated yourself from everyone, including the fans with very little pay off. You won’t go down in GZW history as a master manipulator or a bad ass legend. You came here a joker, you will leave here as a joke. Your own wife can’t return to work because you have put her at great risk but have you forgotten that some of those you have angered are not beyond taking this outside of the business, Marcus? Are you going to tell me that Kate is not pissed off with you and afraid of what could happen to her as collateral because her husband didn’t think this shit through properly? Bitch has lost friends you shared because of this. Is she happy about that? Easy come, easy go, hm?
But I’m sure she doesn’t really care. She never seemed to be bothered about anything to the point where her career couldn’t be taken seriously either. The people wanted drama and they got a no-selling, two dimensional doll that echoes her man who is the very same. I know they say that couples can sometimes become similar but shit, two wrongs don’t make a right.
Looking at the floor with a smile he flicks a wrist a few times, nodding his head.
Icon Corbin: Alright, alright. Maybe she’s not so bad really. I’d like to think she wouldn’t have tried to pull this shit like you have. And what more can you pull before this stunt is truly dead in the water? It’s already old and losing steam, using the same guys who have done the same thing since they got here. It’s been months and I’m still not seeing them shut down the company or scaring anyone. You think adding yourself to that monotonous equation is going to make it happen? People are willing you all to be taken down out of necessity not genuine interest or heat. That goes for both Alex and Marcus. Why don’t you both go back to what you do best? Getting the shit kicked out of you with a side order of whining. People liked you more like that. Sad isn’t it?
As much as he was amused and smirking it soon fades with a sneer taking its place.
Icon Corbin: Almost as sad as the titles in GZW right now. For a bunch of glory hounds you fuckers really lack ambition, dedication and initiative. Sure, Alex will say otherwise but I don’t give a shit about him and once I’ve disposed of him, what’s next for this title here? Where does the World title go from there? I DO expect people to chase this belt and considering you are looking at a wrestling God of our time, it’s almost insulting that no one IS stepping up. I mean, why have any of you chosen the path of wrestling if reaching the very top is not on your agenda? Why has this company given you a contract if you’re not willing to go out there and push like it’s the most important thing in your life considering how much wrestling at this level takes from you? Where the fuck have all your back bones gone?!
Well, let me tell you this now. I am giving you all until Heatwave to make a move. Make your fucking presence known to me, make me take you seriously and give me a reason to want to wake up every morning and continue instead of me having to question why the fuck I have even bothered to sell my soul for this. And if none of you really want to do that then I am going to come crashing down on you. I will pick my fights and leave you with no choice. Whether it’s kicking that pizza bin Happy Sumo or forcing those still on payroll earning a lot of money for doing sweet fuck all to make an appearance to wrestle me, I WILL defend against someone at every show. This belt WILL be highlighted. People have accused me for years that because I am Corbin, I get what I want…Perhaps it’s high time that I do.
His Corbin shark-like stare is the last thing to be seen as he slowly walks out of view and in his place, a grand picture of Icon Monarch with his arms raised in victory of winning the Triple Crown.
There he was, the GZW World champion inside the hall of the Corbin Wrestling Academy and even though the walls proudly displayed huge greyscale winning poses of some of Britain’s greatest wrestlers, he took centre stage in colour and in the flesh in a black and red raglan top, leather trousers and his favourite New Rocks. His head was clean shaven and his beard was now long enough for a few coloured beads at the end of its plait to match his clothing while the World title hung over his forearm, the plate on exhibition. He cocks his head, looking momentarily in thought.
Icon Corbin: The state of things as they actually exist, as opposed to an idealistic or notional idea of them. I know you’ll be wondering what that means, Alex as you’ve lost all sense of the fucking word so I thought I’d remind you. I thought I’d remind you because after everything that transpired in front of the wrestling world for all to see, somehow you are trying to twist that little thing called reality to save yourself…yet again.
He waves his head from side to side, rolling his eyes, ending with a disgruntled sigh.
Icon Corbin: You know this shit gets boring. The whole denial when everyone knows the truth is so stunted in a time when the product needs growth and honesty. When YOU need it most and you probably don’t even know what I’m talking about because your head is so far up your arse you can only believe your own shit. It’s all you can see, after all, Two Stripe.
Why try though? The kids from the school were there to enjoy a show. They were excited, front row for the biggest company’s show is huge, you should know that, people could see that. They wanted to see great wrestling and be able to leave Storm feeling inspired, to be certain that this hard and gruelling path is one they really want to embark on. But before they get to see any good wrestling, and let’s be honest until my match with my own wife the rest of the matches were fucking mediocre at best, including yours Mr Shit Hot Wrestler of All Time, they got to see YOU have me attacked so I wouldn’t show up to the contract signing. Even parading the ring LYING to the world watching that I didn’t have the balls to come and sign a piece of paper that basically allows me to legally rip your bollocks off and make you choke on them, which, for the record, would be way more entertaining than any promo you can muster. Not only did you expect everyone to believe that with some shoddy mic work but then you even tried to lie when faced with the fucking footage! Trust me, petal, there ain’t a fucking soul out there who wants to be your double these days. No one is willing to put themselves at that kinda risk and no one really wants to be associated with you and whatever this shit is that you stand for now.
He shakes his head, pursing his lips as he hoists the title effortlessly onto his shoulder.
Icon Corbin: Point is, they attacked you because you not only had me attacked to get me down first but then attacked me afterwards yourself when it was safe for you to do so. You waited until I couldn’t do anything before you got close to get your licks in, Alex. Coward, you say? Tell me more about how that is less spineless than what you accuse me of when I still dragged myself to the ring to sign, Alex? In fact, don’t. You’re a terrible liar.
As for terrible lies. You really think our match pushed back to Heatwave is because I’m scared to lose this title? That I’ll do anything and everything to cling on to it for as long as I can? More shite huh, Two Stripe? You’re a regular sewer pump, aren’t ya, ay? You threw a challenge at me, I accepted. You change your mind and try to stop me going through with that and fail. Now I tell you I want this match to be headlining Heatwave, arguably the biggest stage of the year, and you get all flustered thinking that I’m putting it off because I don’t want to lose in front of my home crowd. Alex, I’ve won all over the world and I have lost all over the world. People don’t really give a shit about those statistics as long as what they saw was really fucking worth watching and in a match between you and I, in ring or out, I am definitely the one worth watching.
There’s that grin that the world loved to hate, pristine white and enough to make a man want to punch the screen he was watching this on. He licks his lip, clucking as he looks out of view for a moment before letting the lens capture his gaze again.
Icon Corbin: So why do you get to make demands and I don’t? Who the fuck are you anyway in the grand scheme of things? You want Highway to Hell, I let you have that. I want Heatwave, you are going to let me have that like it or not and don’t you think that if anyone other than you opposed this that they would have stopped me dead in my tracks by now? Or maybe it’s because the Presidents have a special love for Hong Kong that they won’t stop me, ay? James Corbin made waves over there, held their biggest title and Teresa Profit-Lord is the daughter of Uncle John, Mr HKWF himself. Why would they oppose? It’s been a while since I put my demand out there and I’ve seen no announcements informing me this won’t be happening. But then maybe we need to pull out every stop to make this worth watching, Alex. I love England, I do. I spend a lot of my time here than I do in the States for several reasons but I truly believe this match really is better in the Hong Kong environment, simple as that. No smokescreens. So fucking deal with it! It’s not a delaying tactic when you aren’t even dominating, Alex, you’re riding MY coattails and while it seems at first glance that you’re snapping at my toes down there, you’re really just clinging to my ankles, begging me to take you with me.
That’s what all this is really, isn’t it? I’m your meal ticket to the top and you won’t let me go no matter what. If that means you have to do things against your own grain and pass it off as you being a ruthless badass then hey why not? Who cares if you compromise on your own moral coding and the feelings of those around you, right? Small price to pay for the fame and glory you’d get as a World champion, isn’t it? See, this just shows me that you are the last person who should be holding this title. It doesn’t need people like you who are only it for the glory. In fact, there isn’t anyone right now who is ready to hold this title. Nor are they ready to take it off me anymore than I am ready to give it up. I set a standard, you haven’t met it and you’ve had months. All others have fallen to the wayside but just because you’re the only one right now that is still standing up it does not qualify you by default to be a champion. You don’t have the qualities to be standing where I am now any more than the others.
Accusingly, he’d pointed at the lens and let his hand move to rest on the plate on his shoulder, his eyes following it before looking back at the camera.
Icon Corbin: As for you taking my title at Battlefield:London, I really don’t think so. I’m sure you like the idea of physically taking the title to try and make a point about how it’s going to be yours and all that other second hand bollocks but you’ll be looking at MY name plate, knowing that what you’re holding in no way belongs to you, that you’re just a counterfeit pretender. If you feel you need to do that to console yourself some more, then how about you come meet me at the fan signing. I’ll even sign an autograph and have your picture taken with me and the title. It’ll last longer that way. Fraudulent little bitch…
But that’s all are you are now. Fake, lies. Reason I had to be the one to tell Munin what you did with that dirty little Trax slapper Amanda Tampon. Evalyn tried to spare you when we found out and even saw the photo evidence, but I couldn’t. I had to tell Munin before this goes further if it hasn’t already. So blatant and in public too, Alex. It’s not a case of you having balls when you’re just so fucking stupid. I’d be surprised if Munin lets you even keep your bollocks if you carry on and knowing you, you don’t know when to stop. In fact, I suggest you worry more about what’s happening between you, Munin and Amanda before you think about me because at this rate, you probably won’t even make it to Heatwave let alone walk out of it as champion.
He tips his head a little. Chances are he was probably right knowing the kind of woman Munin could really be if pushed. He pauses, sniffing loudly. Just one of the consequences from a repeatedly broken nose over the years.
Icon Corbin: And I suppose if it’s up to Kolic I won’t be walking out of Battlefield: London either, right?
He arches a perfectly plucked brow, moving the title from one shoulder to the other as he moves his body to the side a little.
Icon Corbin: You know, on one hand I should give you a round of applause, Marcus. I mean, after how many years of being in the wrestling industry it’s only now you’re getting noticed but then all you’re doing is rehashing the same old bullshit I’ve seen a million times before. Hiding behind muscle and numbers who do your dirty work so you can rest easy a night without your victims’ blood on your hands. And to think you were among the first to condemn the likes of Davina and Teresa for having a bunch of fucking nameless and faceless bastards doing their bidding but here you are going through the very same rinse, lather and repeat process.
Great, that whole hypocrisy thing though, isn’t it, Marcus? But pointing out how you’re no different to anyone else doesn’t justify you or your actions. It doesn’t make up for the fact that deep down you’re just a fucking pussy using a human brick wall to hide behind so you don’t get caught in the crossfire of the war you’re waging. And why is that happening? To prove a point? What point, Marcus? No matter how you look at it, what you’re doing right now serves no purpose and has no point but that’s just you all over. Pointless. In fact I don’t even give two shits about you or your masturbating over a little power you think you’ve got when you’re just small fry. You’re a puppet, Marcus and I’d rather know who is pulling YOUR strings just like I want to know who pulls that of Clan Mayhem.
Raising a hand he makes the motions for imaginary strings being pulled before pretending to drop them with an open palm.
Icon Corbin: Then again, maybe that doesn’t even matter. Clan Mayhem are expendable and if they got taken out who would care? Other than Kolic who would have no one and nothing to stop people giving him what he deserves and if he thought it was a hard life as a good guy, just wait til you find out what they want to do to the bad guys, Marcus. After all, there are no good souls in this place according to you and there are no boundaries the good guys really care not to cross in our little world, is there? Difference is, Kolic, some truly don’t care what they do to others and are not afraid to get their own hands bloody. Goading some of the nastiest bastards in the game is great so long as you’re willing to pay the price and it’s been a while since you’ve had a good beating out there, hasn’t it?
You know, I wonder what WOULD happen if Clan Mayhem wasn’t around in this ever so dark era of Marcus Gilespie pretending to be a God among the GZW mortals. All that’s happened is you arriving on and leaving the scenes of the mayhem you create before anything can happen to you. Convenient, ay? When stood on your own against those you betrayed, what then? Why not, Marcus? I mean, it’s not like you haven’t gone up against the numbers on your own before, right? Wasn’t that what pushed you to this really? Or is that only when you’re faking it? In fact I put that challenge out to you. Battlefield:London, meet with the three people you turned your back on for…well…absolutely nothing, in the ring. No Clan Mayhem, just you. Prove to them and the world that you are not this spineless little bitch you appear now.
He grins to himself, even chuckling breathy at his own suggestion.
Icon Corbin: But that’s academic though. Because you can’t be seen alone now. You’ve alienated yourself from everyone, including the fans with very little pay off. You won’t go down in GZW history as a master manipulator or a bad ass legend. You came here a joker, you will leave here as a joke. Your own wife can’t return to work because you have put her at great risk but have you forgotten that some of those you have angered are not beyond taking this outside of the business, Marcus? Are you going to tell me that Kate is not pissed off with you and afraid of what could happen to her as collateral because her husband didn’t think this shit through properly? Bitch has lost friends you shared because of this. Is she happy about that? Easy come, easy go, hm?
But I’m sure she doesn’t really care. She never seemed to be bothered about anything to the point where her career couldn’t be taken seriously either. The people wanted drama and they got a no-selling, two dimensional doll that echoes her man who is the very same. I know they say that couples can sometimes become similar but shit, two wrongs don’t make a right.
Looking at the floor with a smile he flicks a wrist a few times, nodding his head.
Icon Corbin: Alright, alright. Maybe she’s not so bad really. I’d like to think she wouldn’t have tried to pull this shit like you have. And what more can you pull before this stunt is truly dead in the water? It’s already old and losing steam, using the same guys who have done the same thing since they got here. It’s been months and I’m still not seeing them shut down the company or scaring anyone. You think adding yourself to that monotonous equation is going to make it happen? People are willing you all to be taken down out of necessity not genuine interest or heat. That goes for both Alex and Marcus. Why don’t you both go back to what you do best? Getting the shit kicked out of you with a side order of whining. People liked you more like that. Sad isn’t it?
As much as he was amused and smirking it soon fades with a sneer taking its place.
Icon Corbin: Almost as sad as the titles in GZW right now. For a bunch of glory hounds you fuckers really lack ambition, dedication and initiative. Sure, Alex will say otherwise but I don’t give a shit about him and once I’ve disposed of him, what’s next for this title here? Where does the World title go from there? I DO expect people to chase this belt and considering you are looking at a wrestling God of our time, it’s almost insulting that no one IS stepping up. I mean, why have any of you chosen the path of wrestling if reaching the very top is not on your agenda? Why has this company given you a contract if you’re not willing to go out there and push like it’s the most important thing in your life considering how much wrestling at this level takes from you? Where the fuck have all your back bones gone?!
Well, let me tell you this now. I am giving you all until Heatwave to make a move. Make your fucking presence known to me, make me take you seriously and give me a reason to want to wake up every morning and continue instead of me having to question why the fuck I have even bothered to sell my soul for this. And if none of you really want to do that then I am going to come crashing down on you. I will pick my fights and leave you with no choice. Whether it’s kicking that pizza bin Happy Sumo or forcing those still on payroll earning a lot of money for doing sweet fuck all to make an appearance to wrestle me, I WILL defend against someone at every show. This belt WILL be highlighted. People have accused me for years that because I am Corbin, I get what I want…Perhaps it’s high time that I do.
His Corbin shark-like stare is the last thing to be seen as he slowly walks out of view and in his place, a grand picture of Icon Monarch with his arms raised in victory of winning the Triple Crown.
