Post by Scotty 'Silver Bullet' Adams on Apr 23, 2022 0:50:41 GMT
23rd April, 2022. Melbourne, Australia.
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Scott- TJ, it's funny that you think you wield any power over this game, or that it means anything that you won't sign the contract. It doesn't. It never did.
Scott sits atop a leather sofa within his home. Smirking, he has his own copy of the contract on his lap.
Scott- See, you might be a good wrestler. A very good one in fact but you're still young. Naïve when it comes to the business component of wrestling and knowing how to play your cards. Leverage your position for your own benefit. I do. This ain't my first rodeo. This ain't the first time I've played this sort of game, so I ensured that whether or not you signed it, nothing would change. In fact, I could have left the date open-ended and not told you when I would be coming back for the belt and there would not have been a single thing you could have done to void the contract. Not even the IIW legal department can.
He chuckles.
Scott- There is no means for you to back out of this match, unless you lose that title --- then all you will be doing is putting the burden on whoever takes that gold from you and putting them into the firing line. I'm sure you'll ensure that doesn't happen now - I know you wanna make a name for yourself and that belt is your means of doing so. Even if you are only keeping it warm for when it returns to me. You saw the crowd, didn't you? The moment you won the belt, their attention turned to the stage. Awaiting the arrival of myself - or as it was, Bianca and Rebecca. Want to know why that was, TJ?
He strokes his chin, softly tapping the contract.
Scott- It's because they don't see you as a champion. They don't see you as somebody who can elevate that title to where it needs to be. It did not matter that you beat Phoenix, or even how you did it. All that mattered is 'what did Scott mean when he said he had a surprise for the winner?' For unlike you, I don't need a pen and paper to draw attention. To have eyes on me, waiting to see what I do next. That's called being made. Something you are far from, kiddo. That title is on people's minds because I'm gunning for it. Not because you won it. Hate to break that to you, but you're just a name. A face. A bookmark, keeping the spot. Deep down, you know it's true - I can see it in your eyes. I can tell by the way you need to convince yourself I'm wrong. How you can't bring yourself to admit the truth, even as it stares right into your eyes. Almost at the point where it could reach out and smack it.
His smirk morphs into his famed half-smile.
Scott- I don't blame you for wanting to believe you have a chance at stemming the tide. If I were in your shoes, I would do the exact same thing. Who wouldn't? I'm not gonna deny you worked hard to win that belt. That you don't deserve to hold it in your clutches for now. You proved from a wrestling standpoint, you do. Yet can you prove it to yourself?
He pokes out his tongue.
Scott- You want to know who Bianca is? Sure. The most important thing you need to know is that she is my wife, as well as CEO of Adams Enterprises. She went over there because well, I have a few things to tie up down here before I head back and see you in person. Plus, she is just as vital to the operation as I am. Not in terms of stepping into the ring, but ensuring that everything else falls into place. Guaranteeing that you understand I have eyes and ears everywhere you turn. She'll be there at Mayhem too, with another special message. One I think you should listen very closely to.
He pauses, leaning back.
Scott- Don't worry though - I'll be over there myself the following Mayhem so you'll get to see me prior to World's Collide. You won't have to go in cold before our match. Don't worry TJ, I'm not gonna cheap shot you during it. I'm not going to try and wound you before world's collide. That's not my style. I don't need to weaken my opponent before matches. I want you to be at 100%, so that you can't turn around and talk about how you only lost because you were hurting. Or because I jumped you. In fact, you can even bring the Vaughn Supremacy to the ring if you decide to take Osh up on his offer. As I said, I have insurance policies in place that will be implemented should you take that route.
His flashes his smirk.
Scott- If you don't, then even better. Ball is in your court.
He then pauses, appearing to remember something.
Scott- Welcome to my game, TJ.
END.
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Scott- TJ, it's funny that you think you wield any power over this game, or that it means anything that you won't sign the contract. It doesn't. It never did.
Scott sits atop a leather sofa within his home. Smirking, he has his own copy of the contract on his lap.
Scott- See, you might be a good wrestler. A very good one in fact but you're still young. Naïve when it comes to the business component of wrestling and knowing how to play your cards. Leverage your position for your own benefit. I do. This ain't my first rodeo. This ain't the first time I've played this sort of game, so I ensured that whether or not you signed it, nothing would change. In fact, I could have left the date open-ended and not told you when I would be coming back for the belt and there would not have been a single thing you could have done to void the contract. Not even the IIW legal department can.
He chuckles.
Scott- There is no means for you to back out of this match, unless you lose that title --- then all you will be doing is putting the burden on whoever takes that gold from you and putting them into the firing line. I'm sure you'll ensure that doesn't happen now - I know you wanna make a name for yourself and that belt is your means of doing so. Even if you are only keeping it warm for when it returns to me. You saw the crowd, didn't you? The moment you won the belt, their attention turned to the stage. Awaiting the arrival of myself - or as it was, Bianca and Rebecca. Want to know why that was, TJ?
He strokes his chin, softly tapping the contract.
Scott- It's because they don't see you as a champion. They don't see you as somebody who can elevate that title to where it needs to be. It did not matter that you beat Phoenix, or even how you did it. All that mattered is 'what did Scott mean when he said he had a surprise for the winner?' For unlike you, I don't need a pen and paper to draw attention. To have eyes on me, waiting to see what I do next. That's called being made. Something you are far from, kiddo. That title is on people's minds because I'm gunning for it. Not because you won it. Hate to break that to you, but you're just a name. A face. A bookmark, keeping the spot. Deep down, you know it's true - I can see it in your eyes. I can tell by the way you need to convince yourself I'm wrong. How you can't bring yourself to admit the truth, even as it stares right into your eyes. Almost at the point where it could reach out and smack it.
His smirk morphs into his famed half-smile.
Scott- I don't blame you for wanting to believe you have a chance at stemming the tide. If I were in your shoes, I would do the exact same thing. Who wouldn't? I'm not gonna deny you worked hard to win that belt. That you don't deserve to hold it in your clutches for now. You proved from a wrestling standpoint, you do. Yet can you prove it to yourself?
He pokes out his tongue.
Scott- You want to know who Bianca is? Sure. The most important thing you need to know is that she is my wife, as well as CEO of Adams Enterprises. She went over there because well, I have a few things to tie up down here before I head back and see you in person. Plus, she is just as vital to the operation as I am. Not in terms of stepping into the ring, but ensuring that everything else falls into place. Guaranteeing that you understand I have eyes and ears everywhere you turn. She'll be there at Mayhem too, with another special message. One I think you should listen very closely to.
He pauses, leaning back.
Scott- Don't worry though - I'll be over there myself the following Mayhem so you'll get to see me prior to World's Collide. You won't have to go in cold before our match. Don't worry TJ, I'm not gonna cheap shot you during it. I'm not going to try and wound you before world's collide. That's not my style. I don't need to weaken my opponent before matches. I want you to be at 100%, so that you can't turn around and talk about how you only lost because you were hurting. Or because I jumped you. In fact, you can even bring the Vaughn Supremacy to the ring if you decide to take Osh up on his offer. As I said, I have insurance policies in place that will be implemented should you take that route.
His flashes his smirk.
Scott- If you don't, then even better. Ball is in your court.
He then pauses, appearing to remember something.
Scott- Welcome to my game, TJ.
END.