Post by Icon Lord Leon Corbin on Jun 17, 2015 5:53:02 GMT -6
Icon Corbin: You know, I have to say I’m beyond disappointed…
World champion, man of the moment and there he was standing centrestage in the Slaughterhouse training facility though it was clear he was not there to train at this time while wearing black stretch jeans, covered by his boots and a black “You Can Never Break The Kindred Spirit” T-Shirt. Hair growing to a grade three and his beard still preened into a beaded plait, he had the World title adorned proudly over his left shoulder. Some future Ikons trained quietly in the background, lifting weights, working out legs, pushing themselves while Leon breathed audibly and shook his head before cocking it back a little.
Icon Corbin: It’s true. I’m utterly fucking disappointed to the point I could be that close to letting doubts creep in only I’m stronger than that. What’s worse is that not a single person is aware of why or accepts the fact that they are responsible for my frustration.
Shaking his head again, he looks off to the side momentarily, eyeing an enthusiastic youngster who didn’t seem to know what the future had in store for him. He lets his gaze return to the lens.
Icon Corbin: I’ve been champion since the end of last year and in that entire time, I’ve hardly been given opportunity to defend this title that so needed highlighting. Instead, I’ve had to put up with childish and rehashed games that I, apparently, am supposed to validate when the truth is it’s just fucking ridiculous that at this level I am forced to lower my standards. Equally as ridiculous is Alex Cross himself.
Yeah, you, Two Stripe. Is it a wonder that this company is spiralling into decline when you’re opposite me. It’s not that you are the best in the world, this great Globalstar, it’s a simple case of right place, right time. You’re not now and never will be World championship material but we are all supposed to pretend that you’re a legitimate contender to a title you don’t even fucking recognise. I have, the entire time, had the real belt, dickhead. And do you know why I can say that with such certainty? Why the world over knows it to be true as well? It has nothing to do with me not admitting I’m only human, it’s because, not only did I have to up my own security after you had me attacked on one night and even said you’d take it on another, I was the one who fucking commissioned this belt! I fucking made it. In every context, Alex, I made this title. There are things to it that even replicas won’t have because I made it, back in 2007. Down to the little dents, the scratching and cracking on the leather, the wear and tear and the most obvious, my NAME. All of it, it’s my belt and I really don’t give a shit if that hurts your fragile little feelings.
He winks slowly, more for patronising effect than attempting to be his usual seductive self, then cracks a slight smile and even lets out a titter.
Icon Corbin: But let’s talk about feelings, shall we? Because I know that you have put yourself in a really ludicrous fucking position, haven’t you, ay? It’s not unheard of for people to sacrifice everything in their pursuit to reach the top, but you?
His brows dip, the lines appearing on his forehead as he scowls, his tone and expression near accusatory all until that smirk returns.
Icon Corbin: What you’ve done is not the same. That’s not sacrifice, Alex. That’s just stupidity. You go around actually having to TELL people you’re a prick. You purposely hit the one person who tried to be at your side against her better judgement like it would score you extra bad guy points. You try to alienate everyone around you. You do things that don’t come natural to you but you know will automatically put you in the category of arsehole like it’s a good thing, as if it will help elevate your status. I know it’s not natural because you are looking at one of the real biggest bastards of this little game, this little corner of ours in the world. You think I can’t see through you? You’re no glass ceiling but you’re as crystal clear to me all the same. This “sacrifice” of yours is just a bunch of bad ideas that have gone tits up to the point you have left yourself with no choice but to win this title.
Well, Alex. Bad luck, bitch, because the real world doesn’t work that way. Ultimate sacrifice doesn’t mean ultimate victory. And it’s not really sacrifice when you had no reason to walk this path you willingly chose. Your life isn’t actually hard done by. You’re just a two dimensional twat who imitates life badly. You probably watch a lot of badly written telly and take the parts you think will work, that will put you over.
He shrugs with an antagonising sideward smile and an arch of the brows but relaxes again, eyes narrowing as he moves closer to the camera.
Icon Corbin: But let me tell you something. This glory you seek? It may seem to be all that matters to you right now but it’s nothing like you imagine. This belt? In reality, all it symbolises is a victory on the night, a goal in the back of the net no matter how it gets there. But it doesn’t mean you have the faculties to carry this company and being a man at the top doesn’t mean all that much when you have no one to share it with. It means nothing when no one else really has to acknowledge it with you. There’s no real glory, no American dream when the fantasy doesn’t match the reality. This strap won’t be able to lift your spirits when the weight of the immense responsibility holds you down. It’s lonely and for someone as weak and fragile mentally as you are, it will break you completely and further push this company down when you will inevitably fail to deliver.
But don’t worry. I won’t let that happen to you, this title or this company because you’re not getting this belt. See what a nice fucking guy I really can be?!
He lets the strap slip off his shoulder with a slight movement and catches it in his hands. Looking down at the plate he sniffs, and rests a palm on it before placing it back onto his shoulder again.
Icon Corbin: And neither are you, Sean. At all. It amazes me that a lazy cunt is rewarded with a title shot on an intentionally late return but so be it because this match is just a formality really, isn’t it? I will still be going to Heatwave to defend my title on the grand Hong Kong stage, a place I am more than comfortable with so fuck you too.
But let me correct you, and this is what happens when people don’t pay attention and don’t take their career seriously enough. They are always ill-informed. Actually, I don’t even know where you get your information that I have come and gone in this company so much when actually I am singly THE MOST consistent Globalstar this company has ever had. FACT! And that’s something that this company needs now more than ever. Consistency. Something that is in such short supply and what exacerbates my frustration with the fucking idle twats that turn up for a pay cheque and not much else. Bit like you, ay Sean? I know I am one of the biggest hypocrites in the game but, fuck me, even I raised my perfectly plucked eyebrows to hear you in that shoddy, cheesy little promo you consider World class lip service…
He exhales heavily, blowing even as he shakes his head and begins to chuckle though amusement seemed to be the last reason for it.
Icon Corbin: World class…Oh my fucking god…Anyway, I’ve taken time out twice. Once over a personal issue and the second time, considering I thought I could trust YOU to lead the company as that was the impression you tried to give everyone, to work on the Academy and push the younger talent because guess what, the business goes on after us all. That said, it wasn’t really for a long time either, especially when I HAD to come back to stop this place going under thanks to you. You talk like I’m like the others, including yourself, who use the place like a revolving door, a halfway house, a quick buck when the funds get low and when no one recognises you in the street anymore. Bitch, I am making sure, while I’m in the ring or not, that the business is going to continue on regardless. I am certainly not sitting on my arse on my sofa doing fuck all like you, huh “champ”?
And really, it’s embarrassing that the executives would even entertain the idea of Sean Locke at this level again after you fucked it up nearly beyond repair the first time around. Another classic case of right place, right time. And you think I’m going to let you beat me at such a crucial time? You really think that it’s ME that no one cares about? I don’t remember anyone uttering your name in your deliberate absence. Not even to take the piss. That’s what happens when no one cares, Sean. You get forgotten and that’s the only reason you are here now. You’re afraid to be overlooked. You don’t want to be remembered for being that guy who had long, dull reigns and killing divisions but what do you even have in you that will be different this time around?
His pause was deliberate, as if he was really going to give people the opportunity to respond to him.
Icon Corbin: Nothing…Much like the others, you’ve no imagination, no true drive. How can we possibly allow that to be what represents the company? What kind of advertising is that? How quick are some stars to insult the crowds for being lazy bastards when most of you behave the same way. Sitting on your arses, doing nothing but think the world owes you a living so long as you turn up when appointed like a fucking benefit cheat. How does that inspire the younger generations to step up into this business? To expect everything handed to them because that’s what they’ve seen. That it’s okay to be a lazy cunt, you’ll get that world title shot in the end anyway. That’s unacceptable and it should not be encouraged but then we’ve seen it all throughout this company’s life time, haven’t we? The reason why I have always said that most do NOT deserve their entry into the Ring of Honor.
And where are our icons and former champions? The ones that apparently cared so much. Most of them are still young but nowhere to be found. When this company is falling to pieces, no one turns up to boost it. When I plead for some REAL talent at World class level, nothing. This company puts pretenders on the fucking throne and wonders why things go wrong down the line. They mistreat the company and what it supposedly stands for and the fuckers are praised and immortalised for it. What fucking message is that?!! Where are they now? What have they done to help? I am truly one of the only people who has ever really cared for this place. When people think “saviour of GZW”, they will blindly spew names like Reece, Locke, even Kolic once upon a time but in reality it’s not the silly arses that run down to the ring on cue because of a sneak attack, it’s ME. Me being the fucking backbone, putting in the hard work, the hours. Lying down for people who haven’t earned their place. Lighting fires under your arses so people keep tuning in. Mixing things up, carrying people who have been given too much too soon if they even should be given it at all while they so often have disappeared and fucked up GZW programming. That’s even included World champions. And people wonder why this belt has often struggled?!
He blindly slaps the plate. Glaring deep into the lens as he places his hand firmly on his waist, his posture becomes imposing and regal.
Icon Corbin: So what do you either of you two useless, undeserving motherfuckers have to offer that will change the face of this company? Other than selfish glory, why do you even need this belt when it’s already around the waist of the most suitable and truest champion of all time? A rhetoric question really though, isn’t it? I already know the answer so see you bitches at Titan…if you can be bothered to get off the fucking sofa…
With that, his lip curls in one corner before he walks out of view muttering obscenities and leaving the camera on two youngsters looking awkwardly at one another, gasping and covering their mouths.
World champion, man of the moment and there he was standing centrestage in the Slaughterhouse training facility though it was clear he was not there to train at this time while wearing black stretch jeans, covered by his boots and a black “You Can Never Break The Kindred Spirit” T-Shirt. Hair growing to a grade three and his beard still preened into a beaded plait, he had the World title adorned proudly over his left shoulder. Some future Ikons trained quietly in the background, lifting weights, working out legs, pushing themselves while Leon breathed audibly and shook his head before cocking it back a little.
Icon Corbin: It’s true. I’m utterly fucking disappointed to the point I could be that close to letting doubts creep in only I’m stronger than that. What’s worse is that not a single person is aware of why or accepts the fact that they are responsible for my frustration.
Shaking his head again, he looks off to the side momentarily, eyeing an enthusiastic youngster who didn’t seem to know what the future had in store for him. He lets his gaze return to the lens.
Icon Corbin: I’ve been champion since the end of last year and in that entire time, I’ve hardly been given opportunity to defend this title that so needed highlighting. Instead, I’ve had to put up with childish and rehashed games that I, apparently, am supposed to validate when the truth is it’s just fucking ridiculous that at this level I am forced to lower my standards. Equally as ridiculous is Alex Cross himself.
Yeah, you, Two Stripe. Is it a wonder that this company is spiralling into decline when you’re opposite me. It’s not that you are the best in the world, this great Globalstar, it’s a simple case of right place, right time. You’re not now and never will be World championship material but we are all supposed to pretend that you’re a legitimate contender to a title you don’t even fucking recognise. I have, the entire time, had the real belt, dickhead. And do you know why I can say that with such certainty? Why the world over knows it to be true as well? It has nothing to do with me not admitting I’m only human, it’s because, not only did I have to up my own security after you had me attacked on one night and even said you’d take it on another, I was the one who fucking commissioned this belt! I fucking made it. In every context, Alex, I made this title. There are things to it that even replicas won’t have because I made it, back in 2007. Down to the little dents, the scratching and cracking on the leather, the wear and tear and the most obvious, my NAME. All of it, it’s my belt and I really don’t give a shit if that hurts your fragile little feelings.
He winks slowly, more for patronising effect than attempting to be his usual seductive self, then cracks a slight smile and even lets out a titter.
Icon Corbin: But let’s talk about feelings, shall we? Because I know that you have put yourself in a really ludicrous fucking position, haven’t you, ay? It’s not unheard of for people to sacrifice everything in their pursuit to reach the top, but you?
His brows dip, the lines appearing on his forehead as he scowls, his tone and expression near accusatory all until that smirk returns.
Icon Corbin: What you’ve done is not the same. That’s not sacrifice, Alex. That’s just stupidity. You go around actually having to TELL people you’re a prick. You purposely hit the one person who tried to be at your side against her better judgement like it would score you extra bad guy points. You try to alienate everyone around you. You do things that don’t come natural to you but you know will automatically put you in the category of arsehole like it’s a good thing, as if it will help elevate your status. I know it’s not natural because you are looking at one of the real biggest bastards of this little game, this little corner of ours in the world. You think I can’t see through you? You’re no glass ceiling but you’re as crystal clear to me all the same. This “sacrifice” of yours is just a bunch of bad ideas that have gone tits up to the point you have left yourself with no choice but to win this title.
Well, Alex. Bad luck, bitch, because the real world doesn’t work that way. Ultimate sacrifice doesn’t mean ultimate victory. And it’s not really sacrifice when you had no reason to walk this path you willingly chose. Your life isn’t actually hard done by. You’re just a two dimensional twat who imitates life badly. You probably watch a lot of badly written telly and take the parts you think will work, that will put you over.
He shrugs with an antagonising sideward smile and an arch of the brows but relaxes again, eyes narrowing as he moves closer to the camera.
Icon Corbin: But let me tell you something. This glory you seek? It may seem to be all that matters to you right now but it’s nothing like you imagine. This belt? In reality, all it symbolises is a victory on the night, a goal in the back of the net no matter how it gets there. But it doesn’t mean you have the faculties to carry this company and being a man at the top doesn’t mean all that much when you have no one to share it with. It means nothing when no one else really has to acknowledge it with you. There’s no real glory, no American dream when the fantasy doesn’t match the reality. This strap won’t be able to lift your spirits when the weight of the immense responsibility holds you down. It’s lonely and for someone as weak and fragile mentally as you are, it will break you completely and further push this company down when you will inevitably fail to deliver.
But don’t worry. I won’t let that happen to you, this title or this company because you’re not getting this belt. See what a nice fucking guy I really can be?!
He lets the strap slip off his shoulder with a slight movement and catches it in his hands. Looking down at the plate he sniffs, and rests a palm on it before placing it back onto his shoulder again.
Icon Corbin: And neither are you, Sean. At all. It amazes me that a lazy cunt is rewarded with a title shot on an intentionally late return but so be it because this match is just a formality really, isn’t it? I will still be going to Heatwave to defend my title on the grand Hong Kong stage, a place I am more than comfortable with so fuck you too.
But let me correct you, and this is what happens when people don’t pay attention and don’t take their career seriously enough. They are always ill-informed. Actually, I don’t even know where you get your information that I have come and gone in this company so much when actually I am singly THE MOST consistent Globalstar this company has ever had. FACT! And that’s something that this company needs now more than ever. Consistency. Something that is in such short supply and what exacerbates my frustration with the fucking idle twats that turn up for a pay cheque and not much else. Bit like you, ay Sean? I know I am one of the biggest hypocrites in the game but, fuck me, even I raised my perfectly plucked eyebrows to hear you in that shoddy, cheesy little promo you consider World class lip service…
He exhales heavily, blowing even as he shakes his head and begins to chuckle though amusement seemed to be the last reason for it.
Icon Corbin: World class…Oh my fucking god…Anyway, I’ve taken time out twice. Once over a personal issue and the second time, considering I thought I could trust YOU to lead the company as that was the impression you tried to give everyone, to work on the Academy and push the younger talent because guess what, the business goes on after us all. That said, it wasn’t really for a long time either, especially when I HAD to come back to stop this place going under thanks to you. You talk like I’m like the others, including yourself, who use the place like a revolving door, a halfway house, a quick buck when the funds get low and when no one recognises you in the street anymore. Bitch, I am making sure, while I’m in the ring or not, that the business is going to continue on regardless. I am certainly not sitting on my arse on my sofa doing fuck all like you, huh “champ”?
And really, it’s embarrassing that the executives would even entertain the idea of Sean Locke at this level again after you fucked it up nearly beyond repair the first time around. Another classic case of right place, right time. And you think I’m going to let you beat me at such a crucial time? You really think that it’s ME that no one cares about? I don’t remember anyone uttering your name in your deliberate absence. Not even to take the piss. That’s what happens when no one cares, Sean. You get forgotten and that’s the only reason you are here now. You’re afraid to be overlooked. You don’t want to be remembered for being that guy who had long, dull reigns and killing divisions but what do you even have in you that will be different this time around?
His pause was deliberate, as if he was really going to give people the opportunity to respond to him.
Icon Corbin: Nothing…Much like the others, you’ve no imagination, no true drive. How can we possibly allow that to be what represents the company? What kind of advertising is that? How quick are some stars to insult the crowds for being lazy bastards when most of you behave the same way. Sitting on your arses, doing nothing but think the world owes you a living so long as you turn up when appointed like a fucking benefit cheat. How does that inspire the younger generations to step up into this business? To expect everything handed to them because that’s what they’ve seen. That it’s okay to be a lazy cunt, you’ll get that world title shot in the end anyway. That’s unacceptable and it should not be encouraged but then we’ve seen it all throughout this company’s life time, haven’t we? The reason why I have always said that most do NOT deserve their entry into the Ring of Honor.
And where are our icons and former champions? The ones that apparently cared so much. Most of them are still young but nowhere to be found. When this company is falling to pieces, no one turns up to boost it. When I plead for some REAL talent at World class level, nothing. This company puts pretenders on the fucking throne and wonders why things go wrong down the line. They mistreat the company and what it supposedly stands for and the fuckers are praised and immortalised for it. What fucking message is that?!! Where are they now? What have they done to help? I am truly one of the only people who has ever really cared for this place. When people think “saviour of GZW”, they will blindly spew names like Reece, Locke, even Kolic once upon a time but in reality it’s not the silly arses that run down to the ring on cue because of a sneak attack, it’s ME. Me being the fucking backbone, putting in the hard work, the hours. Lying down for people who haven’t earned their place. Lighting fires under your arses so people keep tuning in. Mixing things up, carrying people who have been given too much too soon if they even should be given it at all while they so often have disappeared and fucked up GZW programming. That’s even included World champions. And people wonder why this belt has often struggled?!
He blindly slaps the plate. Glaring deep into the lens as he places his hand firmly on his waist, his posture becomes imposing and regal.
Icon Corbin: So what do you either of you two useless, undeserving motherfuckers have to offer that will change the face of this company? Other than selfish glory, why do you even need this belt when it’s already around the waist of the most suitable and truest champion of all time? A rhetoric question really though, isn’t it? I already know the answer so see you bitches at Titan…if you can be bothered to get off the fucking sofa…
With that, his lip curls in one corner before he walks out of view muttering obscenities and leaving the camera on two youngsters looking awkwardly at one another, gasping and covering their mouths.
