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Post by Osh Vaughan on May 17, 2021 9:42:02 GMT
Debut Match
Anthony Tulia vs Total Destroyer
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2021 11:39:17 GMT
The scene opens to the interior of a gym in Manchester, England. About four hours after Anthony Tulia landed in England from Cape Town. He is sitting on an oaken bench, sweat beading down his face and wearing a black wife beater, black shorts and white sneakers. A white towel is around his neck.
In order to be the best, you have to put the effort in. You have to have the desire to be the best, and not in the sense of telling people you are. No, as much as some people might wish it was that easy, so that they don't have to put an ounce of work in, because they believe everything should be handed to them based on their own sense of entitlement, that's not how life works. That's not how I was taught. I was taught that hard work. That pouring everything you have into this industry, was the only way to success. I had it instilled into me that if I wanted to ever make something out of myself. If I wanted to be more than just another lazy person who leeched off others and played a woe is me act, I had to work for it. I had to prove that I truly wanted it. I have.
The sweat continues to bead down his face, Anthony stares forward. His eyes focused and his facial expression exuding passion.
Take a look at me and tell me you don't see a man who wants this. A man who already knows he is better than everybody else on this roster, yet wants to not just settle. Not just rest on that. How many people do you know that will not only tell you they are better, but also outwork you in the gym? How many people do you know that will legitimately prove that they want this? No, that they need this? I did it back home in Congo. I did it when I moved to South Africa and got my opportunity to step between the ropes there and I will do it here in the IIW.
He rises, stepping forward.
No matter who believes they can step in my way. No matter who thinks they're going to give me a "welcome to the big league" moment, because you are simply a name. A face. A body there for me to beat. A stepping stone that I will graciously use in order to begin my ascension to the top of the company. It doesn't matter to me who it is. Or what their background is, because they'll just be another victim. Another man who thought they could stand before me, only to fall at my feet. Begging and screaming for mercy.
He begins to head toward the locker room, sliding the towel down his left shoulder and grabbing it with his right hand. Placing it over his head, he ruffles his own head, attempting to collect the beads of sweat.
Don't worry, Total Destroyer. You were just the first name that was pulled out of the hat. The first man who was told that they had to stand opposite to me and try and measure up. Knock me down a peg. Show me how things work around here, and that I can't just come in and shake up the established order. I'm sure that just like a good little puppy dog, you won't want to let your master down either. You'll want to show that you can obey their command and teach me a lesson. One that you somehow have the ability to deliver. I'm not sure that you can, and I don't think you're sure you can either.
Anthony turns, allowing the cameras to get a view of his body.
Look at me. I'm built like a machine. I'm the pinnacle of human evolution when it comes to wrestling. No, when it comes to any sport. You? Well, I'd be surprised if you knew how to spell gym. Let alone ever seen the inside of one. You look like the average joe who sits at home and eats pizza for dinner whilst telling yourself "maybe if I wish harder, I can get abs" whilst shirking when someone tells you that you actually need to put effort into maintaining your body. A match between us is simply unfair to you. You were never going to be able to match up. So, I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to simply curl up into a ball. Call up management and demand to speak to whoever it was that saw fit for you to be the one who will serve as my induction. The first lamb that has been served up to the slaughter while believing that you deserve better. That you deserve respect for simply existing. Isn't that your M.O?
He laughs, pushing the towel back onto his shoulders with his right hand.
Isn't that what they taught you? That you're special, no matter what anybody has to say about it? You're not, but Total Destroyer, please keep believing that. Keep believing that this is supposed to be your Pedestal. Your opportunity to validate yourself, when all you are is a worm. A succulent and juicy one, but a worm nonetheless. I'm the bird, licking my lips and measuring you up. Stalking you and waiting for the precise moment in which to swoop down and grab you in my beak. Watch you squirm as you realize that you had been lied to. That this wasn't the walk in the park that you had been reassured that it would be. I'm sure you wished it could be so that you could stay at your home and not have to exert any effort. Simply show up and reap your reward. I'm sorry to burst that little bubble of yours, but that's not how life works. It's especially not how wrestling works. At least, it's not how it worked in the Congo or South Africa. Maybe it's different here in England. Maybe here, they indulge in your entitlement and let you have your way, thus instilling a belief that simply whining and moaning gets you to where you want to be.
Anthony then begins slowly tapping his foot against the carpet.
I'll be more than happy to teach you that it doesn't. That all it succeeds in doing, is making you look like the little bitch that you are. A little baby, who has been sheltered their entire life, yet believes they know what it's like to live in the "real world". A world where those actions would lead to you being torn apart. Left to wallow in filth while everything passes you by. Assuming that it is because of nepotism or factors outside of your control, when the truth is: it was always in your control. You just didn't want to actually put in the effort to achieve what you stated you desired. You wanted the cushy, safe components of it, without the toil. Without what you perceive to be the more stressful components of it. Namely, those parts that require actual work. Example being this match. You want glory and victory, without having to work for it. You simply want to be able to enter the ring and be declared as the winner, without having to put anything forth in order to achieve it. I'm sure it will be a surprise to you when you realize that you will need to put effort in and earnestly work in order to attain the victory. That this isn't like those participation trophies you've received throughout your life. Those "good jobs" and "you're amazing" you were told by your family. Your teachers. Your friends when you were growing up, you aren't as amazing as they made you believe. You aren't special. You aren't unique. In fact, you are just another person. Claiming to deserve more than they have, yet not doing a single thing in order to ensure that you attain what it is you claim to deserve.
Anthony turns his body around, slowly making his way into the locker room. Though he stops before entering. Sarcastically smiling as sweat glistens in the light.
That's why Total Destroyer, I will be more than glad to show you how the best truly operates. What it's like to put in the effort and attain the just results. Why it's simply unfair that somebody like me has been paired with somebody like you. Though life is inherently unfair. If it were fair, you wouldn't be able to even be within one hundred yards of me, let alone have the privilege of standing toe to toe against me. However, here we are and you have been assigned as the first man. The first person to attempt to prove that I'm out of my depth. That no matter how hard I work. No matter how refined I might be, there's always more I can learn. That as much as I may believe I am, I'm not on the level of the top talent just yet. Though I already know I have a lot to learn. I've only been in the ring two years. I'm well aware that's only a cup of coffee when it comes down to it. However, you won't be the one teaching me that lesson and I doubt you want to be the teacher either. It doesn't include a latte and toast. Nor does it include a free reward, except for a bruised and decimated ego and a realization that all along, I have been right. That I am as good as I claim. That I am the genuine article and willing to do whatever it takes. Put the work in and make sure that you are remembered as the first name. The first person who was laid out, sacrificed in order to commence my ascent. The foot of the mountain of bodies I plan on creating. Just as I did back home.
Anthony steps backwards into the locker room.
It'll be an award for you, at least. Maybe not one that you wanted, but you should take it. It's something you can tell your children and grandchildren about, when they're seeing my name in the annals of wrestling history as the pinnacle. As the man who came in and simply dominated the competition. Who got to where he did thanks to hard work and being willing to do whatever he needed in order to attain what he sought and that you were the first man. The first face he saw when he entered the IIW and you were given the honor of being his first. Of ending his mainstream wrestling virginity. I'm sure they'll sit down in a circle in front of you. Marshmallows and hot chocolate in their cups, intently hanging onto every word. I'll make sure you have that story for them, in full detail.
Anthony turns, continuing his walk into the locker room. This time, tossing the towel onto the bench in front of one of the lockers.
As for me? I plan on using you as an example. Someone who people can look at and realize that what happened to you, will happen to them when it's their turn. When they have to step foot into the ring against me. When they have to face the Pride of Congo and the one who is simply superior. The scene fades as Anthony opens the locker the towel landed in front of.
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Post by totaldestroyer on May 24, 2021 7:43:08 GMT
< the camera opens to almost total darkness except for one glowing light in the corner that's a faint green glow destroyer is sitting in his cage on the way to the next match listening to the endless ranting and raving of his opponent via a taped to the corner of the cage monitor it off and since he's not impressed at all he throws a chair through it smashing it to pieces >
<he begins speaking in the usual loud whisper he always starts in >Finally that damn rambling was giving me a headache is over with .......The bullshit that I was beginning to drown in ...... but you make a lot of rambling stupid assumptions over someone you've never seen before .... let alone fought...
You see your mistake is the fact you think I care about all this bullshit like the bosses the fans the belts ... even wins or losses I<starts talking in a rage that shakes the back of the moving truck he's being transported in> DO NOT GIVE A RATS ASS OF A TINKERS DAMN IN A SNOWBALLS CHANCE IN HELL ABOUT THE CROCK OF SHIT BUSINESS THAT IS THIS FED
The only thing I care about is the fight that's gonna result in your murder... Your bones breaking... the groans of pain and you involuntarily cry for mercy....... the crunching of your teeth as I knock them out of your mouth .... the ripping of your skin as I shred it off of your body ......
The weeping and wailing of your family at your funeral will warm my bones .... Maybe the bosses thought you were too much of an asshole and needed to be sacrificed ...... Or they were tired of your yapping face Maybe even the whore you call a spouse or significant other paid them off
All I know Is you blathered on and on about me and my needs and motives .......My needs are seeing you in the ring and hurting you so badly and then you think you can't take anything and then pissing in that putrid festering pus-filled cunt of a Tijuana whore face that never stops yammering and then putting you in the grave in many tine pieces as possible
Another pretty boy who thought he could hang with a true disciple of violence and the truest spirit of a gladiator since the death pits of ancient Rome but unlike them, I serve no version of anyone's god country world or even universe.......
I do have to give you one credit at least you looked into that frilly pair of pink unicorn panties and used a microscope to find out you actually had a pair and accepted the challenge unlike most around this dump ......although you'll choke on them like you can choke to death on a drop of water because they'll be punted so hard they'll get stuck in your throat ...... And your last words will be crying to your gods to make it stop and they will forsake you because you dishonor them
So enjoy your final days make sure all your earthly business like wills and funeral preparations are taken care of .....You say goodbye to your people .... bang that significant other until neither of you can walk because It will be your last days on earth...
<destroyer leans back and once again darkness fills the area as the camera fades from view >
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