Post by Scotty 'Silver Bullet' Adams on Dec 26, 2021 0:59:42 GMT
Scotty is currently sitting inside of his house in Manchester, atop the same leather couch that he usually does. Though the house itself has been decorated for Christmas time and there is a tree in the bottom right hand corner of the room. Both he and Bianca decorated the house, mostly on her insistance, seeing as although he understands that it is a special day to some people, he's never truly been a festive kind of person.
Sure, he'll listen to Christmas carols and songs, but material possessions aren't what make him. That side of thing, he personally could care less about. Though Bianca on the other hand, she does. She loves this time of year and lavishing others with gifts, as well as receiving lavish gifts herself. She always has been more indulgent in that sort of thing than Scotty - meaning that at least some of his finances are being splashed on her.
Better that than them just sitting there has always been his philosophy when it comes to monetary dealings. Especially if it makes Bianca happy.
Right now though, that is secondary as he sits with his newly acquired TV championship draped across his right shoulder and dressed in a blue grey t-shirt, red shorts and blue/white Asic sneakers. Informal as always.
"Welcome to the state of the union."
Chuckling, his smile tells that he is just messing around with that statement. Trying to make it appear more formal than it truly is. If it were an actual state of the union address, he'd be doing it from atop a podium and standing behind a microphone. Not at home in his living room.
"Nah, I'm just messing with you. This ain't a fancy gala or anything like that. Not my style. Heck, I even had to dust the cobwebs off the only damn suit I owm for the IIW champions photoshoot. I'd much rather be dressed in something like this than splash cash on suits that will stay in the cupboard for eternity. Never to see the light of day."
A slight smile across his face, he clears his throat. Remembering why it is that he actually decided to host this discourse, when most people are, rightly, more focused on enjoying time with their families. Which he has been doing, yet right now Bianca is preparing the Christmas Chicken dinner and Lucina is sleeping in her cot. Chili is in her room playing on her PS5 and Kelsey has gone out for a jog. Making sure that she is in the best shape she possibly can be for the Ice Crown tournament. They'll all be together for dinner, obviously but now - it is just him sitting here.
"Anyway, I know that you saw what happened at Red Alert. I'm sure y'all saw me do EXACTLY what I said I would do and expose Liam Cain for what he is. I even offered him the chance to stack the deck in his favour, yet he thought that he could prove me wrong. That he could show himself to be a worthy champion, without needing to use the title as a crutch."
"What happened though, was what I had stated would happen from the start. I picked him apart and took his precious belt away from him, simply because I wanted to. All because I felt like it would be a means to reassert my purity. To recement the desires of the shrine upon this realm. Which is what will indeed be happening, because you see - this isn't about the belt. It NEVER was about the belt. This was about Liam and ensuring he understood that everything was about to be stripped away from him, just as it will be for anyone who thinks they can oppose me. Who thinks that they can hold this throne that I sit atop. For the Scotty you had seen previously. The one who had allowed his flame to die out and smolder, he isn't here anymore."
"Oh no. You all wanted to see the me that came in and took IIW by storm. The me that went out there and straight up out wrestled whoever was thrown in front of him. The man who took Jake E. as far as he could go - well, he's BACK, and even more dangerous than he was back then. Make sure you truly think about what you're getting yourself into before you step up, because I would hate to see you dive headfirst into the mire once we are through. I would hate to see y'all whimper and cower in the shadows as the shrine pierces through your facade."
Twisting his mouth into a slightly sinister smile, Scotty readjusts the title as it rests on his shoulder. Tapping it once he does as well, its shine causing light to reflect off it.
"Yet if you wish to see it. If you believe that you can be the one to take this belt away from me. To prove me wrong, then consider this a little open invitation. I'm not like Cain or Hawkins. I'm not so insecure that I need to hide with the belt. I don't need to make it be what gives me prestige, because that ain't what being a champion means. At least, not to anybody who truly understsnd what being a champion is SUPPOSED to be. I'm not the sort of person who likes waiting around either, for all that shows is that people feel like they need to wait their turn. That they need to play to the beat of the leaders drum."
"You want a chance? You want a shot at me, you know where to find me. I'm really not that hard a person to find. I'll even leave a piece of paper in the IIW locker room, and you can place your name on it if that is what you desire. Or you can get in touch with Rebecca, who's number will be on the form and she'll ensure the message gets to me. You can even call Bianca and the same thing. It doesn't matter to me who it is. I'm not the sort of person who deems anyone unworthy of a shot. An opportunity."
He pauses, allowing those words to sink in. He made sure to send a text to Rebecca asking her to leave the contract/form/bulletin in the IIW locker room for people to access yesterday.
"All you gotta do is reach out and seek me. I'll be right here, ready whenever you wish. Any time, any where."
He then flashes his famous half-smile, having gotten that part out of the way and given the IIW masses something to stew over. He's informed them that he intends on being a fighting champion. Somebody who elevates the title and mskes sure that it is at the forefront of everybody's mind - just as he has done with every belt he has held throughout his career.
Though that alone isn't the reason he decided to talk. He has other things he wishes to reveal to the world to, pertaining to the OTHER major development in regards to IIW lately that pertains to him. The fact that he has elected to form a team with upstart and fellow pure wrestler Ethan Rivers. The man who is cashing in his title opportunity he won at Red Alert on the International title. Meaning that the team known as the Summit could very soon be adding to their collection.
"Now, onto the Summit. Onto the team that is about to rule IIW with an iron fist. The team that is about to bring the purity back into wrestling and expunge those who cannot uphold the shrine's desires. Who fail to drink from the fountain of purity. You may as well accept it, because if you think you're able to resist. If you think we're NOT going to be able to break you, then you haven't begun to comprehend. You haven't seen anything like what we shall have in store for those who attempt to vainly fight. Those who attempt to retain the posion within the system."
"However, we will cross that bridge when it comes time to. Right now, I would like to talk directly to Ethan Rivers. The man who soon enough, shall become International champion, for it is what must be done. It is what has been commanded."
He pauses, remembering that Ethan is also in the Ice Crown tournament. The very same tournament that Kelsey is in, though the 2 are on the opposite side of the bracket, so won't meet until the finals - provided both make it there. As much as that would be the ideal, Scott knows better than anyone that ANYTHING can happen inside of the ring.
"Yes, I know about the Ice Crown tournament, and I know winning it would be another notch under the belt of the Summit - I trust that Ethan will do what is needed to ensure that he walks out with the victory and the crown. Either him or Kelsey. Either way, Ethan - I just wanted to let you know that you have open access to the Adams Wrestling Clinic's state of the art facilities if you need somewhere to train. If you're looking for a place where you can stay in peak condition and ensure that just as we say we are, that you truly become the Summit of professional wrestling. If you are to become one with your pure self."
"If you need to know where the facilities are, hit me up and I'll tell ya. I've already let the guys there know, so you're fine to go whenever you want to. No need to train in those dingy gyms or worry about the mat caving in when you step on it."
Sales pitch and notification done, Scott clears his throat once more.
"Trust me. I know what it's like. I've trained in all sorts of facilities ever since I got into wrestling nearly 20 years ago now. I've travelled the scene and some of those places are only there as a facade. Claiming to care but teaching you poison."
"Though I'll save you the soapbox as there was something else I wish to address. That is, what are the Summit going to do next? Aside from Ethan collecting the Ice Crown and the International title. To that I say, wait and see."
Putting on a Poker face, Scott's face turns steely in nature. He knows that at least for now, it is best served to keep his cards close to his chest. To keep them latched onto their every move, looking around them whilst he and Ethan lurk within the shadows. Biding their time and waiting for the precise moment to strike.
"Wait and see. I promise you that when the time is ripe, you'll know precisely what we plan to do. How we are going to strike. No sooner."
His half-grin flashing again, he stands up and makes his way to leave the room. Having said all that he needed to. At least, for now.
---
Sitting inside of the kitchen at their table, Scott locks eyes with Kelsey, who is wearing a pink t-shirt, tight fitting jeans and white boots, having taken a shown after returning from her jog.
"Lookin' forward to facing Brandon?"
She nods, smiling at him. She is extremely excited for this match and knows it offers her a great chance to showcase herself. Sell what she can do in the ring, as Frederica likes to put it.
"Yes! I can't wait for it."
"Awesome. Remember what we talked about during training. Don't let him dictate the match. Don't enable him to set the terms, otherwise it will be an uphill battle from the start. Think about the training camp and your mini match against Nick."
"So, use his strength advantage against him? Try to rely on my footwork and pick my spots?"
He nods. She has picked up fast on the whole learning about your opponent compoment of wrestling. Even faster than he had expected her to. He knew that she was a fast learner, but even he took about 6 months to truly understand that when he transitioned to the professional scene. She hasn't even taken 1/6th of that time. He isn't surprised though, as she had wrestling savants Frederica, Alyce and Maddy all working with her. The former two especially.
"Exactly."
Making a mental note of this, Kelsey looks at him, her smile widening. She wants to tell him about watching his MWL christmas special promo, but doesn't just wanna blurt it outta nowhere. Especially when it isn't even the topic of the discourse.
"Just stick to the gameplan and you'll be fine. Remember, this is about YOU. This is about making sure you do everything in your power to go out there and give them you all."
"I know. Treat this match as if it could be my last. Alyce would constantly tell me that in training. She said it's how you treat wrestling."
Legitimately surprised by that, Scotty curiously looks at Kelsey.
"She did?"
"Yes. She even showed me videos of you stating it as well."
Scotty laughs. It's true. It's an approach that he has always held when it comes to wrestling. It doesn't matter who he faces, he's gonna give them the same level of respect. He's gonna bring them to his level, rather than dropping down to theirs. To him, that's how one SHOULD be approaching wrestling.
"She's right. It's the way you can ensure that all matches hold the same meaning. It makes sure that no matter WHO you are facing, that you go out there and give them everything you have."
"That way, your victories hold more impact. It means more when you do walk out with the win, because you brought your opponent up to your level. You made them out to be an actual challenge, instead of simply cutting them down."
"Oh, I understand. So, making Brandon out to be a battle, means that if I win, people realise I overcame him. That I had managed to knock him down after rising above?"
"Yes. It's something you'll learn as you make your way throughout this realm. Believe me, it's something that most people in this sport are still learning for themselves, so you already understanding the basis behind it is further along than a lot of people."
Kelsey simply smiles. She's always been a quick learner, even back when she was in Primary school and even more so when she is interested in the topic. Although she may be green, she is like a sponge. She absorbs information and retains it. It's part of the reason why she was accerlated in terms of progress and the one who was given this very opportunity she has in front of her.
The chance to be the Ice Crown winner and to uphold the Adams Wrestling Clinic name.
"I do want you to promise me one thing though ---"
"What is it?"
"I want you to promise me that you will go out there and give them your best. I'd love nothing more than for you to be the flag barer I know you can be. No matter what, give them your best."
Kelsey smiles. She had been planning on doing that anyway.
"Was already planning on it, but absolutely. I promise I will."
"Good. It's all I ask, and the chips will fall the way they desire."
He then glances at Kelsey, noticing the fire in her eyes. The desire she has to win this tournament, and simply smirks. It is then, that Bianca comes into the kitchen, the christmas chicken on a silver plate. It's time for christmas lunch.
---
The sounds of "Feliz Navidad" can be heard throughout the home, as Scott sits in his office. Typing out an e-mail to send to Rebecca and making sure she knows just where to leave the "contract" for those who wish to have a shot at his TV title. See, as he stated earlier, he isn't just gonna sit back and wait to see who is considered worthy of a shot. He's not the sort of person who waits for people to be put against him. He's gonna go out there and give them all the avenues they need if they wish to find him. If they wish to step up to the plate.
He doesn't care who it is that does, because he's gonna give them EXACTLY what they desire. No matter where they want it. No matter when they want it. After all, it's him and his name they should be desiring. The ability to say they stepped into the ring with the Pinnacle. The Summit of professional wrestling - the belt is just a nice little carrot to dangle in front of them. So, who is gonna be the one who steps up?
Tyler Debonair? He has unresolved business with him. Though Tyler might have bigger fish to fry for now, he knows that at the back of his mind, he knows that Scotty lingers like a shadow. Especially with how he was a contributing factor to his friend Darius Enrill walking away from the industry.
Fred Debonair? Same thing applies there. He knows both men have a bone to pick with him and he embraces it. He'd do the same thing if he were in their position.
"Tyler and Fred. You both know if you wanna come at me. If you wanna put the blame on me for Darius, then you know where I am. You know how to reach out. I don't blame you - I really don't. But you should know that is how the industry can be. You should know that when you step into the flames, they may just burn you. Just as they did to Darius."
His face stoic, he continues thinking about names that may come for him. Names like TJ Alexender. Names like El Landerson. Names like Axel Van Osbourne. It won't matter to him. Even names like Curtis who may wish to claim what he holds.
"The outcome will be the same, no matter who it is who comes. For they will be getting the me that does whatever is needed to win. The me who is gonna be in their head, then simply pick them apart. Limb by limb. The me that they don't wanna see in that ring."
"This is the true me. This is the me that comes in and gets the job done - not the me who had reached the end of his wick. That me has gone. He is buried, and should you rise up - you should know I won't be sorry for what occurs."
Finishing the e-mail, he presses send, before feeling the vibrating of his phone in his pocket. It's likely Ethan, messaging him about the plans for the Summit going forward. The ones pertaining to the recruitment of Erick Elliott. He'll get to that later. For now though, he simply awaits to see his wheels begin to turn.
"Merry Christmas."
End.
Sure, he'll listen to Christmas carols and songs, but material possessions aren't what make him. That side of thing, he personally could care less about. Though Bianca on the other hand, she does. She loves this time of year and lavishing others with gifts, as well as receiving lavish gifts herself. She always has been more indulgent in that sort of thing than Scotty - meaning that at least some of his finances are being splashed on her.
Better that than them just sitting there has always been his philosophy when it comes to monetary dealings. Especially if it makes Bianca happy.
Right now though, that is secondary as he sits with his newly acquired TV championship draped across his right shoulder and dressed in a blue grey t-shirt, red shorts and blue/white Asic sneakers. Informal as always.
"Welcome to the state of the union."
Chuckling, his smile tells that he is just messing around with that statement. Trying to make it appear more formal than it truly is. If it were an actual state of the union address, he'd be doing it from atop a podium and standing behind a microphone. Not at home in his living room.
"Nah, I'm just messing with you. This ain't a fancy gala or anything like that. Not my style. Heck, I even had to dust the cobwebs off the only damn suit I owm for the IIW champions photoshoot. I'd much rather be dressed in something like this than splash cash on suits that will stay in the cupboard for eternity. Never to see the light of day."
A slight smile across his face, he clears his throat. Remembering why it is that he actually decided to host this discourse, when most people are, rightly, more focused on enjoying time with their families. Which he has been doing, yet right now Bianca is preparing the Christmas Chicken dinner and Lucina is sleeping in her cot. Chili is in her room playing on her PS5 and Kelsey has gone out for a jog. Making sure that she is in the best shape she possibly can be for the Ice Crown tournament. They'll all be together for dinner, obviously but now - it is just him sitting here.
"Anyway, I know that you saw what happened at Red Alert. I'm sure y'all saw me do EXACTLY what I said I would do and expose Liam Cain for what he is. I even offered him the chance to stack the deck in his favour, yet he thought that he could prove me wrong. That he could show himself to be a worthy champion, without needing to use the title as a crutch."
"What happened though, was what I had stated would happen from the start. I picked him apart and took his precious belt away from him, simply because I wanted to. All because I felt like it would be a means to reassert my purity. To recement the desires of the shrine upon this realm. Which is what will indeed be happening, because you see - this isn't about the belt. It NEVER was about the belt. This was about Liam and ensuring he understood that everything was about to be stripped away from him, just as it will be for anyone who thinks they can oppose me. Who thinks that they can hold this throne that I sit atop. For the Scotty you had seen previously. The one who had allowed his flame to die out and smolder, he isn't here anymore."
"Oh no. You all wanted to see the me that came in and took IIW by storm. The me that went out there and straight up out wrestled whoever was thrown in front of him. The man who took Jake E. as far as he could go - well, he's BACK, and even more dangerous than he was back then. Make sure you truly think about what you're getting yourself into before you step up, because I would hate to see you dive headfirst into the mire once we are through. I would hate to see y'all whimper and cower in the shadows as the shrine pierces through your facade."
Twisting his mouth into a slightly sinister smile, Scotty readjusts the title as it rests on his shoulder. Tapping it once he does as well, its shine causing light to reflect off it.
"Yet if you wish to see it. If you believe that you can be the one to take this belt away from me. To prove me wrong, then consider this a little open invitation. I'm not like Cain or Hawkins. I'm not so insecure that I need to hide with the belt. I don't need to make it be what gives me prestige, because that ain't what being a champion means. At least, not to anybody who truly understsnd what being a champion is SUPPOSED to be. I'm not the sort of person who likes waiting around either, for all that shows is that people feel like they need to wait their turn. That they need to play to the beat of the leaders drum."
"You want a chance? You want a shot at me, you know where to find me. I'm really not that hard a person to find. I'll even leave a piece of paper in the IIW locker room, and you can place your name on it if that is what you desire. Or you can get in touch with Rebecca, who's number will be on the form and she'll ensure the message gets to me. You can even call Bianca and the same thing. It doesn't matter to me who it is. I'm not the sort of person who deems anyone unworthy of a shot. An opportunity."
He pauses, allowing those words to sink in. He made sure to send a text to Rebecca asking her to leave the contract/form/bulletin in the IIW locker room for people to access yesterday.
"All you gotta do is reach out and seek me. I'll be right here, ready whenever you wish. Any time, any where."
He then flashes his famous half-smile, having gotten that part out of the way and given the IIW masses something to stew over. He's informed them that he intends on being a fighting champion. Somebody who elevates the title and mskes sure that it is at the forefront of everybody's mind - just as he has done with every belt he has held throughout his career.
Though that alone isn't the reason he decided to talk. He has other things he wishes to reveal to the world to, pertaining to the OTHER major development in regards to IIW lately that pertains to him. The fact that he has elected to form a team with upstart and fellow pure wrestler Ethan Rivers. The man who is cashing in his title opportunity he won at Red Alert on the International title. Meaning that the team known as the Summit could very soon be adding to their collection.
"Now, onto the Summit. Onto the team that is about to rule IIW with an iron fist. The team that is about to bring the purity back into wrestling and expunge those who cannot uphold the shrine's desires. Who fail to drink from the fountain of purity. You may as well accept it, because if you think you're able to resist. If you think we're NOT going to be able to break you, then you haven't begun to comprehend. You haven't seen anything like what we shall have in store for those who attempt to vainly fight. Those who attempt to retain the posion within the system."
"However, we will cross that bridge when it comes time to. Right now, I would like to talk directly to Ethan Rivers. The man who soon enough, shall become International champion, for it is what must be done. It is what has been commanded."
He pauses, remembering that Ethan is also in the Ice Crown tournament. The very same tournament that Kelsey is in, though the 2 are on the opposite side of the bracket, so won't meet until the finals - provided both make it there. As much as that would be the ideal, Scott knows better than anyone that ANYTHING can happen inside of the ring.
"Yes, I know about the Ice Crown tournament, and I know winning it would be another notch under the belt of the Summit - I trust that Ethan will do what is needed to ensure that he walks out with the victory and the crown. Either him or Kelsey. Either way, Ethan - I just wanted to let you know that you have open access to the Adams Wrestling Clinic's state of the art facilities if you need somewhere to train. If you're looking for a place where you can stay in peak condition and ensure that just as we say we are, that you truly become the Summit of professional wrestling. If you are to become one with your pure self."
"If you need to know where the facilities are, hit me up and I'll tell ya. I've already let the guys there know, so you're fine to go whenever you want to. No need to train in those dingy gyms or worry about the mat caving in when you step on it."
Sales pitch and notification done, Scott clears his throat once more.
"Trust me. I know what it's like. I've trained in all sorts of facilities ever since I got into wrestling nearly 20 years ago now. I've travelled the scene and some of those places are only there as a facade. Claiming to care but teaching you poison."
"Though I'll save you the soapbox as there was something else I wish to address. That is, what are the Summit going to do next? Aside from Ethan collecting the Ice Crown and the International title. To that I say, wait and see."
Putting on a Poker face, Scott's face turns steely in nature. He knows that at least for now, it is best served to keep his cards close to his chest. To keep them latched onto their every move, looking around them whilst he and Ethan lurk within the shadows. Biding their time and waiting for the precise moment to strike.
"Wait and see. I promise you that when the time is ripe, you'll know precisely what we plan to do. How we are going to strike. No sooner."
His half-grin flashing again, he stands up and makes his way to leave the room. Having said all that he needed to. At least, for now.
---
Sitting inside of the kitchen at their table, Scott locks eyes with Kelsey, who is wearing a pink t-shirt, tight fitting jeans and white boots, having taken a shown after returning from her jog.
"Lookin' forward to facing Brandon?"
She nods, smiling at him. She is extremely excited for this match and knows it offers her a great chance to showcase herself. Sell what she can do in the ring, as Frederica likes to put it.
"Yes! I can't wait for it."
"Awesome. Remember what we talked about during training. Don't let him dictate the match. Don't enable him to set the terms, otherwise it will be an uphill battle from the start. Think about the training camp and your mini match against Nick."
"So, use his strength advantage against him? Try to rely on my footwork and pick my spots?"
He nods. She has picked up fast on the whole learning about your opponent compoment of wrestling. Even faster than he had expected her to. He knew that she was a fast learner, but even he took about 6 months to truly understand that when he transitioned to the professional scene. She hasn't even taken 1/6th of that time. He isn't surprised though, as she had wrestling savants Frederica, Alyce and Maddy all working with her. The former two especially.
"Exactly."
Making a mental note of this, Kelsey looks at him, her smile widening. She wants to tell him about watching his MWL christmas special promo, but doesn't just wanna blurt it outta nowhere. Especially when it isn't even the topic of the discourse.
"Just stick to the gameplan and you'll be fine. Remember, this is about YOU. This is about making sure you do everything in your power to go out there and give them you all."
"I know. Treat this match as if it could be my last. Alyce would constantly tell me that in training. She said it's how you treat wrestling."
Legitimately surprised by that, Scotty curiously looks at Kelsey.
"She did?"
"Yes. She even showed me videos of you stating it as well."
Scotty laughs. It's true. It's an approach that he has always held when it comes to wrestling. It doesn't matter who he faces, he's gonna give them the same level of respect. He's gonna bring them to his level, rather than dropping down to theirs. To him, that's how one SHOULD be approaching wrestling.
"She's right. It's the way you can ensure that all matches hold the same meaning. It makes sure that no matter WHO you are facing, that you go out there and give them everything you have."
"That way, your victories hold more impact. It means more when you do walk out with the win, because you brought your opponent up to your level. You made them out to be an actual challenge, instead of simply cutting them down."
"Oh, I understand. So, making Brandon out to be a battle, means that if I win, people realise I overcame him. That I had managed to knock him down after rising above?"
"Yes. It's something you'll learn as you make your way throughout this realm. Believe me, it's something that most people in this sport are still learning for themselves, so you already understanding the basis behind it is further along than a lot of people."
Kelsey simply smiles. She's always been a quick learner, even back when she was in Primary school and even more so when she is interested in the topic. Although she may be green, she is like a sponge. She absorbs information and retains it. It's part of the reason why she was accerlated in terms of progress and the one who was given this very opportunity she has in front of her.
The chance to be the Ice Crown winner and to uphold the Adams Wrestling Clinic name.
"I do want you to promise me one thing though ---"
"What is it?"
"I want you to promise me that you will go out there and give them your best. I'd love nothing more than for you to be the flag barer I know you can be. No matter what, give them your best."
Kelsey smiles. She had been planning on doing that anyway.
"Was already planning on it, but absolutely. I promise I will."
"Good. It's all I ask, and the chips will fall the way they desire."
He then glances at Kelsey, noticing the fire in her eyes. The desire she has to win this tournament, and simply smirks. It is then, that Bianca comes into the kitchen, the christmas chicken on a silver plate. It's time for christmas lunch.
---
The sounds of "Feliz Navidad" can be heard throughout the home, as Scott sits in his office. Typing out an e-mail to send to Rebecca and making sure she knows just where to leave the "contract" for those who wish to have a shot at his TV title. See, as he stated earlier, he isn't just gonna sit back and wait to see who is considered worthy of a shot. He's not the sort of person who waits for people to be put against him. He's gonna go out there and give them all the avenues they need if they wish to find him. If they wish to step up to the plate.
He doesn't care who it is that does, because he's gonna give them EXACTLY what they desire. No matter where they want it. No matter when they want it. After all, it's him and his name they should be desiring. The ability to say they stepped into the ring with the Pinnacle. The Summit of professional wrestling - the belt is just a nice little carrot to dangle in front of them. So, who is gonna be the one who steps up?
Tyler Debonair? He has unresolved business with him. Though Tyler might have bigger fish to fry for now, he knows that at the back of his mind, he knows that Scotty lingers like a shadow. Especially with how he was a contributing factor to his friend Darius Enrill walking away from the industry.
Fred Debonair? Same thing applies there. He knows both men have a bone to pick with him and he embraces it. He'd do the same thing if he were in their position.
"Tyler and Fred. You both know if you wanna come at me. If you wanna put the blame on me for Darius, then you know where I am. You know how to reach out. I don't blame you - I really don't. But you should know that is how the industry can be. You should know that when you step into the flames, they may just burn you. Just as they did to Darius."
His face stoic, he continues thinking about names that may come for him. Names like TJ Alexender. Names like El Landerson. Names like Axel Van Osbourne. It won't matter to him. Even names like Curtis who may wish to claim what he holds.
"The outcome will be the same, no matter who it is who comes. For they will be getting the me that does whatever is needed to win. The me who is gonna be in their head, then simply pick them apart. Limb by limb. The me that they don't wanna see in that ring."
"This is the true me. This is the me that comes in and gets the job done - not the me who had reached the end of his wick. That me has gone. He is buried, and should you rise up - you should know I won't be sorry for what occurs."
Finishing the e-mail, he presses send, before feeling the vibrating of his phone in his pocket. It's likely Ethan, messaging him about the plans for the Summit going forward. The ones pertaining to the recruitment of Erick Elliott. He'll get to that later. For now though, he simply awaits to see his wheels begin to turn.
"Merry Christmas."
End.