Post by MasterEvil on Jul 20, 2014 13:11:45 GMT
TBS: Twenty-five months, it has been two years and a month since I last had a match on Burnout…my opponent was some poet which nobody ever heard from again and I won before daring to verbally challenge for the WEW Championship. Twenty-five months and yet what have I got to show for it? Nothing…failure…I don’t have a Title reign worth remembering, I am not the main event talent that I know I could have been and I don’t even have a woman to like me for who I am and kiss me on the lips. The more I look back upon those facts the more I realised that perhaps I could have had a better life, let alone career, if I decided to get out from the pre-show in a different way.
Maybe I’m just being foolish since back then nobody wanted me to be anywhere near the WEW Championship picture and nobody still doesn’t want me near it. So, to a point, I haven’t gone forwards at all…even though people cheer for me. Heh, every time I wrestled everybody in attendance cheered me on and got behind me at every opportunity…yet I failed them time and time again. I’ve failed all those little girl who wears those mesh gloves. I’ve failed all those little boy with their face paint on clapping for me as I went by. I failed them all, no matter what I do or throw out of the hat I failed…I always fail them. I failed them at Beach Brawl, I failed them against that second rate Rugani, Chris McKenzie, and I failed them when trying to save my unborn child from a murderous sociopath.
Heh, it was also approximately this day a few more years ago that Chris Middley told me that I have what it took to succeed. He told me that I could not only become World Champion but I could also make the wrestling world talk about me at least for a day and yet it is only now that I came to the realisation that he was speaking upper bullshit to convince me to give wrestling a go. That clown Adrian Jobs did more in little over a month than I could in two years. And to make it worst…even Chris’ little cousin, that stupid little lesbian Megan, managed to do the three things I failed to…enter the Legacy Cash-In Case match, enter the Revolver match and last more than three seconds in the Retribution Rumble.
My career is a joke, my life is a joke, so matter how much I fight all I have to name is a fifteen day Universal Title reign while people no one ever heard of before can have a WEW Title shot after two or so matches. Hell I’m on Anarchy, the Adrenaline equivalent of Burnout, instead of being on the Super Adrenaline show beating some proper Adrenaline star. And my opponent is some guy who I’ve never heard of, never seen before and, from what I understand, has already been released by World Elite Wrestling. To this day I still wonder why I’m okay with being paid peanuts while they pay a decent sum to sign people up, have them show up at one pre-show and release them. Win or lose this match will do absolutely nothing for me since I can guarantee you that I’ll be put against meagre talent after meagre talent. It is so damning that I use to be the guy who was just one burst of momentum away from being a main event star yet now I seem to be simply trying to make mediocre wrestlers less mediocre.
When he finished talking the Englishman sighed lightly and leaned back on the sit he was sitting on as some applause were becoming easy to hear. The camera zoomed out to find a bunch of wrestlers, most of them being either has-beens or people who will never succeed, sitting on their metal folding chairs in a circle. The moment the clapping died down a guy in a white suit stepped up.
Doc: That is good Jericho. The first step to overcoming problems with your career is to admit to having such problems since everyone else here has tried and failed at having a successful wrestling career. But all our introductions will do for this week’s session, I hope we’ll get to see each other again next Tuesday.
The moment the doctor finished his words the people in the circle, Broken Saint partly included, clapped again before putting all the chairs away. After doing that each one of them went their separate way yet the one who matters at the moment, Broken Saint, will have a match in a few days time against one Krayzie Death. Maybe going to this group is the male’s way to get his career back on track? Either it works or not might need to be seen when he actually takes on his opponent on the upcoming Super Anarchy.