Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2013 16:59:59 GMT -5
An Open letter to CRW, and the competitors of the Crucible Tournament.
To CRW,
By the time you actually read this letter, I’ll be long gone. I’ve quite a week head of me you see, for I’ve got to be in literally three different places at once. My jouney will span across the world as I fight on behalf of you all in two different countries. I first fight alongside Cain, Davenport, and Evans in Survive and Conquer, spreading the good name of both CRW and SCW. Next, I take a trip to Las Vegas, where I enter an electric cage against Insomnia, in SCW. However, I expect no one to really take notice of that.
You see I’ve come to expect something of a paturn from a lot of you. Namely stating that if it doesn’t happen in Code Red Wrestling, that it doesn’t matter, and therefore you shouldn’t pay attention to it.
How wrong that statement truly is.
However, first my journey begins in Mexico, where I find myself writing this letter on my way to visit an old friend. Some of you may have had of him.
His name…El Rinoceronte Negro
As the radio played softly in the background, The Specter brothers found themselves slowly heading towards the boarder. Richard tapped his fingers along with the beat of the tune of the music. The slow, steady tune echoing around the near empty rental. Only two suitcases in the trunk were what accompanied them on their journey. Slowly as the steady line of cars going down to Mexico moved up towards the boarder, Richard turned to his brother.
“You sure you want to do this? I mean this is a bit of an extreme measure for some kind of redemption.” Richard asked as slowly Adrien raised his hands.
”It’s not something I want to do…but it’s something that I must. Regardless if I’m comfortable about it or not.”
“Fine. All I’m thinking is we’ve got to be in London on Sunday, and I don’t want your mind being on other things. We’ve a long week ahead of us.” Richard replied.
”This is the only time I’ll have to do it before Crucible. And once it’s done, it’s done.” Adrien explained, as Richard nodded his head slowly, before turning his attention back to the line, and moving his car closer to the booth.
“How did Val take us suddenly upping sticks?” Richard asked, looking back to his brother.
”I explained it to her. She understands. We’ll be back by Saturday for Cold Blooded, then we fly out to London after that…”
“Yeah, let’s just hope the plans stays that way…” Richard replied before finally they moved up to the booth, before a Mexican official popped his head out of the window.
“Passports please.” He asked, before Richard handed them over. Slowly the boarder officer looked down at the passports, checking the pictures, before comparing them to The Specter Brothers inside the car. Slowly his sight fell upon Adrien, who stared back at him for a moment, before the boarder agent leant down.
“Sir, would you mind bringing the car to the side please?”
“What? Why?” Richard asked, confused.
“Just do as I say, sir…”
Now to many that name may seem familiar. That’s because that man is the sole reason as to why Buck got into the Crucible Tournament without so much as a fight. Negro was my mentor, of whom died in the ring while fighting me. A man who suffered a heart attack, much like Buck did the two weeks before against Evan Envi. Luckily Dempsey was lucky enough to survive his encounter, something I was nowhere near willing to tamper with by fighting him two weeks later.
Many have found it a disrespect to him that I didn’t turn up. He’ll Tobias Burden believes it a disrespect to everyone who’s ever worked hard to get to a main event…however, him I will address later.
Buck, you said you didn’t like my decision, but you understood it. I came up to you and I apologized, not only for doubting your ability, but also by disappointing you in a match of which we were both looking forward to. Two legends in this industry, with over 69 years of experience between the pair of us.
And I screwed it up. And I’m still sorry to this day about that. You were the whole reason as to why I pushed so hard to beat greats like your tag partner, Davenport, and Siobhain in order to get to the position I am now. I looked to you in order to drive forth into the chance of facing you, and to correct the mistake that still haunts me to this day, months later. Although it may not be one on one, it will certainly be an excellent match between us, two survivors…along with another of which you’re teaming with.
Richard’s footsteps echo’d through the small room as his feet clashed against the concrete of the crowded cell, as Adrien sat down on the bench next to him.
“I can’t believe this is fucking happening. ‘Just a small trip to Mexico’ you said. ‘It’ll be fine’ you said. Now fucking look at us. Stuck in customs!”
”It’s fine. We’ll be out in no time.” Adrien replied, his face showing his irritation at Richard.
“What right did he have to stop us? It’s not like we have anything in the car…wait, we don’t have anything in the car do we?” Richard asked in a sudden panic, looking over to Adrien.
”There’s nothing in the car…” Adrien replied, rolling his eyes at Richard.
“But what…” He began, before slowly he leaned in to his brother’s ear, “What about your little brown bag?”
”That’s in Vegas. They won’t find anything.”
Suddenly, the door opened, as three Mexican officers walked in, one being the original agent that pulled the pair over.
“Bad news. We found a weapon in your car.”
“EXCUSE ME?!” Richard cried out in horror, as the agent stepped forward, a small smile on his face.
“We found this in the boot of the car.” He replied, holding up a sledge hammer.
“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re going to pull us over for a hammer?!”
“What was it doing in the boot of your car?” I agent began to question.
“I dunno, there are quite a few tools in the boot. Are you going to hold us for the wheel jack too?” Richard asked, sarcastically.
“Depends. You thinking of hurting someone with that too?”
“I’d like to know how we could.”
“Ask your brother, he’s the wrestler afterall.” The Mexican explained, before suddenly everything clicked into place.
“Oh I see how it fucking is now. What, you think you can just pull him in so you can get a claim to fame yourself. The guy who arrested a star like my brother.” Richard replied, as the agent smiled slyly at him.
“Believe me. You’re in Mexico…and your brother is far from a ‘Star’ here…”
“I want my phonecall. I know my rights. I deserve one phonecall…and while I’m at it I’ll take my brother’s too.” Richard demanded.
“You can’t take someone else phonecall…” The agent replied.
“The guy can’t talk!” Richard cried out.
“Not our problem…” the officer explained, the wile smile on his face once again returning.
“Well I’ve still got mine! And believe me I’ve a lot to say, and quite a good ability to say it. Now let me out of this cell, and give me my phonecall…” Richard replied, his tone transforming from one of outrage, to one of pure intimidation. Even the men of which the pair shared the cell with were taken aback by the drastic change. The agent looked Richard in the eye, before slowly pulling the keys off his belt and slowly working to open the cage door. Slowly Richard stepped out of the cell, before the Mexican once again closed the door, pausing for a moment to stare at Adrien, before finally locking it, almost testing for a reaction, before slowly taking Richard out of the room.
Slowly Adrien lowered his head in frustration, before looking across the cell at the man opposite. One who had tried to smuggle cocaine in his false leg…
How would you describe Cain to us Buck? Is he a man of whom you respect because of what he’s come back from, much like many respect you after you kept going? I’ll reveal to the world as much that a man like that, to have both his legs nearly severed off my the one known as Leon Corbin, I can respect. It takes a man to come back from one injury, but it would take a true wrestler to return from what he has.
However, after the way he got his place…well, I guess it’s easy to say he’s undone all the good work that he apparently put together. The problem is Cain, your friends aren’t here anymore. Perfect Zero up and quit, leaving you to suffer for their sins. They’re the reason you’re here, and I can see very much that they’ll be the reason you’re sent straight back out again. You chose the wrong side, and now you’re teaming with the enemy of the other army?
Put together, your efforts will be strong. Stone has already promised me that he’ll force a tag whenever Buck is in the ring, and I say good. Because then the fans will get to see the two men they should have seen last year go one on one. Are you willing to allow that to happen Cain? Or are you going to stand in the way of two men who are actually looking to fighting, because you want to try and make another impression on the world? Because I can assure you that against me, those legs of yours won’t save you.
As for going up against my tag partner?
”If you keep playing around with my ipod, I’m going to smack you.” Adrien signed as ‘Somebody that I used to know’ by Gotye played over the car radio, before picking up the ipod in question and switching the song. Richard giggles, almost childishly as he did so, flipping on the cruise control, before looking at his brother as they went down the highway.
“Aww, I thought after Mr. Stone’s beautiful rendition, you’re lucky I didn’t put that one on there.” The Elder Specter replied, his voice dripping in sarcasm.
”You mean the ass I should be suing for gimmick infringement? Fucking open letters bullshit.”
“Are we feeling a little bit touchy about the subject?”
”Intimidation is the greatest form of flattery. What can I say? Guy doesn’t know how to be threatening on his own, so he depends on me actually making him seem like a legitimate threat.”
“Well do me a favor and make sure you thank Talon for giving you the ability to be that threat. Seriously, you’ve no idea how quickly those bitched changed their tune.”
”He did it because he doesn’t want his tournament fucked up anymore then what Whore 1 and 2 already did by quitting.”
“I think you’re underselling his faith in you.”
”If he has faith in me, I can assure you he’s one of the few.”
“Well ego’s are everywhere, what are ya gonna do?”
”Yeah…I just wish I didn’t have to team with one of the biggest…”
“Well what about when you’ll get to face him in the second round?” Richard asked, as Adrien gave him a small smirk.
Victory is almost assured. His efforts of calling me out over twitter have only served to make his ego all that much more easy to break under my foot. No one knows who Matt Stone is, bar a man who takes pride in the fact he was the longest reigning champion of a now debunked title. The problem is that men like me and Buck, when we’ve been in this industry as long as the pair of us have, the amount of useless titles we’ve seen in our day is countless. Truth of the matter is that while you may cling onto that lasting hope that you’re somehow still important in the grand scheme of things, regardless that it took you a low blow to win a title from a man who was on his way onto retirement.
You’re not a champion, you’re a mantelpiece. A place holder just waiting for a man like me to come along and clasp that title from out of your cold dead fingers. A man like me who doesn’t need a title to make a name for himself in this world. A man who is frankly infamous for the levels of which he’ll go to protect what is his.
And we all know how this is going to go down. I’ll beat you, and then the “damage control” will begin. You’ll start saying things like how the only reason you lost was because you had to carry my old cripple ass through the first round. You’ll be demanding a rematch for the title that had so little credibility to its name until you gained it and washed the rest of it off. And the truth is I’ll just beat you again, and the whole cycle can continue on again and again and again. Because that’s all men like you can actually do.
Talk, or in your case, sing. Because apparently in your attempts to try and stand out by fucking up a shit song to begin with, all you’ve done is make yourself look more like the joke that you already are. You’re just like Kilroy, the only difference being is that when you look into Kilroy’s eyes, you can see the determination to get the job done. People can actually see him as a threat, most unlike you. You’re a joke as a man, and a joke as a champion, and the sooner I take that belt from you like the spoilt child you are the better the world will be. But that’s not the only thing you’ll be losing, is it Matt?
Rumor has it that you’ve been putting quite a lot of money on the line on yourself to win. Another reason as to how your ego has gotten the better of you. Because not only will you be an ex-champion once I’m done with you…
…you’ll be a poor one too.
The next part of this letter is where is becomes a bit tricky…
“Well…there it is…” Richard explained as slowly he turned the car around the corner, his eyes immediately falling upon their destination.
A painted mural of a large muscular man, wearing a mask, around him, a series of drawn on title belts that he had won in his illustrious career. There he was.
The memorial of El Rinoceronte Negro.
Slowly, a small smile crossed Adrien’s face as he looked upon the painting on the side of the gym where he use to train Adrien. The building had all been abandoned after his death, and the mural had been far from kept, however it still stood strong, overlooking the beach where he use to run, and where his ashes had been scattered.
Specter hadn’t seen this place in years, but it brought back memories from years long past. Memories of him at El Pollo Loco, and wearing that stupid costume. Slowly he began to laugh at the stupidity of it all, and what had passed since then. How he didn’t need to wear a costume anymore to be recognized.
How his scars were his identity now…
Suddenly, the cries of children filled the area, as a nearby school ran it’s bell for the end of the day, and people began to fill the street.
”We’ll come back later…I’ll say goodbye then.” Adrien explained, as Richard nodded his head, and started the car.
You see, unknowing of an opponent is a difficult situation, so instead you’ve got to look at the potential as to who you might face, and hope that the odds stack in your favor. If we look at the other tag bracket, Tobias Burden along with Leon Corbin will face off against Persephone Waters and a woman I’ve already mentioned, Siobhain MacKenna. Now, we look to the chances.
Given Waters and MacKenna’s…Would you would call it a friendship? No doubt they at least respect one another, given their match at November Reign. It takes a lot to be able to hug one another after a winner and loser have been declared. There’s a respect there that I feel can carry a team, unlike Tobias and Leon. With Burden’s declaration that he would have to carry his partner, I’ve no doubt he would be able to do it. The problem remains however, that you’re still dependant on that person until you do face off. I know I’m going to kill Stone the second I get the chance to, however until that point I’ll need to work with him. Having experienced firsthand what it’s like to face Siobhain, I believe Tobias clearly underestimates his opponents. Waters may be crazy, much like Leon, but that doesn’t make them any less of a threat.
Except for Corbin, seeing as his insanity seemed to kick up a notch when I made him Gaze Into The Void…an experience that some of you may still experience when I face off against you at Crucible.
Regardless, I’ve no doubt that given an opportunity, if either team gets through, it will be MacKenna or Burden that I’m more likely to face. Corbin, I’ve already beaten. His efforts to try and intimidate me at War Games backfired on him trying to remove my mask in the belief that it somehow hid something from him and the rest of the world. And the truth was it did…
…and he most certainly didn’t enjoy what he found.
As for Waters, what can I say? Another woman of whom I’ve yet to face here. And their numbers are swiftly dwindling. There is no doubt in my mind though that after the outcome of their match at November Reign, and witnessing Siobhain’s fighting ability firsthand, there’s not a single doubt in my mind as to who would win between the pair.
Which leaves us with two conclusions. Either Tobias, or MacKenna. Both of them no doubt with their own opinions of me…and Burden is quite open to share his…
Seated upon the hotel bed, Richard began watching the TV, unable to grasp any of it with his inability to understand Spanish.
“For fuck sake…” He muttered to himself as Adrien looked outside the window, slowly watching as the sun went down. Finally in a fit of frustration, Richard cast the remote down, before suddenly it switched the channel to the news.
“Buenas noches. Hoy México celebra la vida de El Rinoceronte Negro en el 20 aniversario de su muerte. El Rinoceronte Negro, un luchador muy querido y respetado ganado numerosos campeonatos a lo largo de su vida, con su mayor logro es el Campeonato Mundial de Lucha Libre Mexicana en 1988. Su muerte fue un shock para muchos, como pasó en su partido de retiro contra su pupilo estrella El Pollo Loco. Fue a los 56 años.”
Slowly, Richard turned his attention to Adrien, who remained unmoving as he listened to the news report.
“Adrien...What did she say?” Richard asked as slowly his brother stood, before walking over and turning off the TV.
”It’s getting dark. We should go now…”
Let’s not get muddled on the details Tobias. Lets recount the way in which you obtained your place here. By tricking Richards into believing you were helping, before you rolled him up for a pin, yanking on his tights. And yet you’re under the belief that somehow I’m less worthy of a place here then you.
You see, you’ve put most it down to the fact that I gave up my spot for Buck, a mistake that as I’ve said, I look to correct when I see him in the opening rounds. Unfortunately, I’ve dealt with men like Buck. Those of whom would rather die in the ring then admit a weakness. The problem is not that I did it, but I did I in the grandest position, in the main event. And you’ve been telling me things that people have been saying to me for the last 25 years of my life. That I don’t deserve my position, that I’ve not earned it in their eyes, let alone the fact that I have the best matches on the card regardless of it’s position.
Majestic and me put on a fucking clinic two weeks ago, but no one seems to complain about that stealing the show. And I’m gonna tell you the exact same thing that I’ve been telling bitches who complain about their position for years.
The truth of the matter is the people who bitch and complain that they don’t get their “spot” is because they’re never good enough to take it themselves. The truth of the matter is I never asked for that match to end the show. It could have been right at the beginning and it would have had the same outcome. Being honest my actions have somewhat polarized the company. Many, like you, see it as a pussy move, where-as many support my actions. It might not have been pretty, and it was by no means worthy of the attention it got in the long run.
You want to know why I was the main event? Because Talon wanted me to be. I gave him more than enough notice to change it, I told him I wasn’t coming and I explained to him why I wasn’t going to do it. So when you’re pointing the finger of blame upon the one who brought this on, why don’t you stick that towards someone who gives a fuck about your pointless opinion.
You think I’ve not “earned my spot”? You think I’m somehow above my station to refuse to fight a man with a heart condition? You know what, why don’t you spread your eye line elsewhere? Go look in Sin City Wrestling, go look in APW, The Experts, Visionary Wrestling, New Edge Wrestling, you go look at those places where I’ve lost more pints of blood then units of alcohol you have to drink in order to keep yourself calm. Don’t you dare say I’ve not earned my fucking spot here or anywhere else. Because I do more for this company in the three fucking months I’ve been here then some people have done since it’s inception.
Who was the one Buck asked for help in War Games? Me.
Who was the first one to step up and represent CRW in Survive and Conquer? Me.
Who’s the first guy Buck picked in the upcoming 6v6 against APW? Me.
You can bitch and whine all you fucking like about how I’ve done nothing for this company, but that’s because you’re so fucking engrossed in what little you’ve actually achieved here that you fail to see the big picture. But deep down, do you really want to know why it is I’m placed higher then you in the food chain? Why I’m above you on the totem pole?
It’s because outside of Code Red Wrestling, no one knows who the fuck you are…and even inside it you’re about as well known as Matt Stone.
Hell, at least he’s held a title here…Not for long mind you, but I digress.
You think I’m somehow intimidated by your words of how you’re going to hurt me? How you’re “essentially evil”? The only people who admit that are people who want others to believe it? I’ve taken bigger men then you and I’ve laid them out on stretchers. You’re nothing in the long run. And perhaps that’s what you’ll fear the most. Why you’ll bitch about not being in the main event. Talking about how you’re going to defeat us all.
Because when all is said and done, and when you get beaten, either by me or Siobhain, Waters or Corbin, the truth is you’ll just return to what you’ll be remembered for most.
A man who didn’t like his “Happy Ending”.
Slowly the pair made their way down to the front desk, before picking up the keys to the car. As they waited, Richard gained an uneasy sense that they were being watched, as slowly he turned to see everyone in the lobby all looking to Adrien.
“Your keys sir…” the receptionist replied, her tone cold to them as her eyes scanned the brothers.
“Thank you.” Richard replied, before taking his brother by the hand and leading him out of the front door.
Siobhain…I’m still waiting on that case of Absinthe you promised me. But joking aside, I took something else away from that conversation. Your dedication to Buck, a man of whom you consider your adoptive father, is touching. However, I look to spare you from facing off against him at Crucible. You see, I’ve a personal desire to face you.
Yes, I’ve beat you in the Rumble for the final place here, much as I did everyone else. However, I still look for that challenge. I see you, a woman of whom possess a mission to prove herself, and yet has already done it in spades. Your belief that you’re somehow looked down upon because of the fact you’re female never fails to amuse me. Not because you’re not talented, but more because you still believe it.
I doubt I’m the first to say it, but you’re not being held back by anyone. The truth of the matter is I feel you almost create this own illusion to motivate yourself into pushing further, and striking harder. Believe me when I say that I know women who destroy men in that ring, and you easily mark up as one of the best I’ve seen. And I should know. I’m sleeping with the other one.
But regardless of that skill and ability of which you clearly possess…I’ve got to wonder about the possibility of that rumble, and the fact that I DID beat you. You got through, at best, by a stroke of luck…or by the actions of Ms. Waters to be specific. Will my defeat over you play some element should we match up together? I can’t answer that. I honestly doubt you could. But in order to see if it will, that needs you to win. You’ve got to work with Waters to beat Leon and Burden, and if not, you’ll have to carry her to victory. Deep down I know you want to test yourself against me just as I wish to against you.
I meant what I said last week. You belong here, which is why you got your place. But the question is now, can you step up and show that you belong in your position…or will you falter, and allow others to take your place?
As they drove up to the mural once again, Richard let out a sigh. It had been a long day for the pair of them, and now it finally looked as though it was coming to an end.
Just one final step for his brother…if he was willing to take it.
“You know you don’t have to do this. No one has to know we were even here.”
”By the looks we’ve been getting, I think it’s pretty obvious that we can’t hide…” Adrien replied, looking to Richard.
“Well…” Richard began, before extending his hand, “He’s right there…you go do what you got to do.”
Slowly Adrien turned his head, looking at the image of his master once more, before taking one large breath, before opening his door, and stepping out…
Once I move past these seven candidates, I finally make my way to the finals of this contest. Who am I going again? I’ve no idea. There’s the odds on favorite of Brandon Garcia, who’s no doubt looking for some kind of revenge after I took so many Hail Mary’s and yet still refused to stay down. Hell his only claim to fame is apparently that fact he considers himself the one to have “beaten me”. Truth was, he may have eliminated me from the match, but he has far from beaten me. To beat Adrien Specter it to kill him, and that is a lesson he’ll learn as well as many others who’ve tried and failed at doing do.
Then again, he’d have to get past Evans first.
Prisoner 1116186, a man of whom I can sympathies with based purely upon our shared experience. While his prison may allow him to leave on occasion to earn his way, allow me to tell you of another prison where that wasn’t an option.
Siberia. The Experts Tournament 2011.
Now that, my friend, is a prison. Cells made of pure concrete with caged doors that don’t work properly, and a mattress that can only be described as rocks stuffed into a sheet. To your left, you’ve a peeping tom who’s watching your every move through the holes in the wall. To your right, you hear the sound of one man breaking another’s teeth out of his skull, so he doesn’t have the ability to bite down when he’s forced to suck his own shit off the cock of his “Daddy”.
And all the while you’re sitting there, with this going on around you, and you’re getting angry. You’re getting upset by the situation you’ve forced yourself into, and you feel that bubbling up inside. You feel like an animal…and that’s something you slowly regress into in order to survive. In case you’ve not figured it out yet…
My holiday to Siberia was awesome. Because I thrive in situations like that, much like Evan does when he enters that ring. In Siberia we didn’t get the opportunity to truly unleash our rage, and yet Rex does so every fortnight. It’ll be truly interesting to see if these two can play together in order for the opportunity to face one another. I know Rex would be.
It’s more if Santelmo runs away again like he did when Evans looked to get his hands on him two weeks ago. Given he’s odds on favorite to win, you’ve got to ask to what lengths he would go in order to achieve the apparent “greatness” he believes himself to have.
Then again…if they fail to coordinate, then they lose out to Jun and Orphan. A man who’s looking to reclaim his “Climax” championship, and one of whom is too busy running a failed campaign for the GM position. My fear, however, is that if it was to succeed between the pair of them, then Jun would be the backbone of the team. Mysterio has his goals clearly too set on politicking his way into position. His failure to claim being the first ever Prime Time Championship speaks for itself. His loss to Bateman was a clear indication that his head wasn’t in the game then, let alone now when he’s got his office run to consider. And even then that’s not taking into account the bullshit Stylez Corp are apparently doing. Truth of the matter is, it doesn’t matter under what distraction he calls. Mysterio is nowhere near ready for the onslaught that he looks to overcome, even with Jun next to him. He looks to challenge for the world title that night? I’d see him struggle to make it past his first challenge.
I pity Jun sometimes, I really do. However after seeing his collection of strippers…I pitied him a little less. It was rather unnerving seeing the association between his opponents though. Seriously, who would want to fuck a woman that looked like Gravedigger? However, regardless of his methods, you can’t question his ability. However, with Orphan clinging onto him for support, the question is how long will he be able to hold up against Evan and Garcia on his own?
Oh the other side of that Donovan looks to team with Evans, and claim the Apex title as his own. Finally a chance to prove that he doesn’t need Buck by his side to win titles, although his task looks to be troubled with the afore mentioned Evans “training”, and even before that they’ve got to face off against Gravedigger and Logan Neilson. All worthy of the spot they’ve claimed, however for Davenport, another situation arises, of where his place was created purely based on luck. The question is, will he, much like Siobhian capitalize on this third chance they’ve both been given. For that, we shall see.
As for me…well as I said. I’m in Mexico to visit a friend. My old master.
Slowly Adrien looks towards the memorial of Negro, before closing the door and approaching it.
Many will look upon this as motivation for my cause. That somehow I’ll be able to draw upon the guilt of which I’ve laid upon myself for his death. He is the reason that I allowed Buck to pass through without a challenge…
Slowly, Adrien walked up to the monument, his eyes scanning the cracked paintwork of a wall long since disused and forgotten.
And for that…
A small smile appears upon Adrien’s face, as slowly he reaches his arm back.
I don’t think I’ll ever forgive him.
Suddenly Specter brought the sledge hammer within his hands down upon the face of his mentor, slamming it down upon and causing a dent within the concrete.
People want to know why I came to Mexico?
Quickly Adrien raises the hammer again, bringing it down with gritted teeth as the sweat begins to pour off his face, his hand clasping tightly upon the wooden handle.
Because I’m hated in Mexico for what I did to him.
He strikes again and again upon the monument, his face red with rage as the hammer comes down repeatedly.
Why dare you ask would I come to some place that I’m hated? Well that’s easy.
He brings the hammer up one last time.
Because I’m despised in Code Red Wrestling too…
As the hammer comes crashing down upon the concrete, the wooden shaft of the hammer splinters and breaks, falling apart at the force of which it struck the old, crumbling ruins of the once great El Rinoceronte Negro, his face now broken as Specter dropped to his knees, looking upon the broken stone.
That man cost me all the respect I had earned. All the times I had refused to give up. All the times in which I took opponents down without hesitation, or fear of the consequences. And yet in that one moment it all came flashing back to me. When I watched Buck fall in the center of that ring clutching his chest in pain. Watching as Betty and Talon rushed down to his side…
And now I’m looked upon as below you all. Purely because I allowed a man a week of rest. All because of some dead ghost that I refused to set free, and now I’m hated by most of the roster and all of the fans. And considering the way everything started off here, that was only more resentment.
You’ve all done it. You’ve treated me like an outsider since I arrived here. I have people who detest me because I was pushed into the Main Event. I’ve those who feel as though because they were able to keep me down for three seconds that somehow all the hype was for nothing.
Just because I wasn’t here from the beginning means that I’m less than those who’ve been here longer. And I suppose that’s what the biggest problem is to me. Because regardless that you all feel this way towards me, I’m still going out and representing you all as best I can. I’m the one working to make this place bigger and with greater recognition. Not a man who thinks himself some kind of “cure” to a roster that doesn’t need his shitty attitude. Not some comedian that believes that this place should be about “fun”.
And most certainly not a man who’s willing to allow his fucking lawyer dictate when he is and isn’t going to fight. And perhaps the biggest insult to you all.
We have a World Heavyweight Championship match with two men, one of whom is retiring, and another of whom believes that this PPV is about him. Because he thinks he’s somehow the “draw”.
Unfortunately, that’s not the case. And it never will be the case as long as he holds that belt. Slowly, people’s patience with him is starting to wane. And that’s where this tournament comes in.
People aren’t here to see Eddie Phoenix anymore…they’re here to see who’s the one going to step up and replace him. And as God and the dead soul of my master burning in hell as my witness, it will be me. I will not allow this injustice to continue. I will win Crucible. I will win Survive and Conquer, and I will bring the credibility to the federation I now call my home.
Slowly Adrien stands up off his knees.
It’s not Adrien Specter, SCW Sinner coming to take over…
He takes one last look at the damage of which he has caused. The memoriam now unrecognizable.
It’s not Adrien Specter, True Expert looking down upon you all like a fucking hobby…
Finally he throws down the remains of the hammer within his position, before he slowly turns back to the car.
It’s Adrien Specter, CReW Member. Future Prime Time Champion. Future Crucible Winner. Future CRW World Heavyweight Champion. And the man who will bring in the New Age of Code Red Wrestling…
Climbing into the car, Adrien looks to Richard, before nodding his head. Quickly he begins the car, before driving away from the scene of the crime, leaving behind the rubble, the broken hammer, and all the dark memories that lay with it.
…By smashing the old one into pieces, and reciting the Specter’s Mantra…
Vene…
Vidi…
Vici.
To CRW,
By the time you actually read this letter, I’ll be long gone. I’ve quite a week head of me you see, for I’ve got to be in literally three different places at once. My jouney will span across the world as I fight on behalf of you all in two different countries. I first fight alongside Cain, Davenport, and Evans in Survive and Conquer, spreading the good name of both CRW and SCW. Next, I take a trip to Las Vegas, where I enter an electric cage against Insomnia, in SCW. However, I expect no one to really take notice of that.
You see I’ve come to expect something of a paturn from a lot of you. Namely stating that if it doesn’t happen in Code Red Wrestling, that it doesn’t matter, and therefore you shouldn’t pay attention to it.
How wrong that statement truly is.
However, first my journey begins in Mexico, where I find myself writing this letter on my way to visit an old friend. Some of you may have had of him.
His name…El Rinoceronte Negro
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As the radio played softly in the background, The Specter brothers found themselves slowly heading towards the boarder. Richard tapped his fingers along with the beat of the tune of the music. The slow, steady tune echoing around the near empty rental. Only two suitcases in the trunk were what accompanied them on their journey. Slowly as the steady line of cars going down to Mexico moved up towards the boarder, Richard turned to his brother.
“You sure you want to do this? I mean this is a bit of an extreme measure for some kind of redemption.” Richard asked as slowly Adrien raised his hands.
”It’s not something I want to do…but it’s something that I must. Regardless if I’m comfortable about it or not.”
“Fine. All I’m thinking is we’ve got to be in London on Sunday, and I don’t want your mind being on other things. We’ve a long week ahead of us.” Richard replied.
”This is the only time I’ll have to do it before Crucible. And once it’s done, it’s done.” Adrien explained, as Richard nodded his head slowly, before turning his attention back to the line, and moving his car closer to the booth.
“How did Val take us suddenly upping sticks?” Richard asked, looking back to his brother.
”I explained it to her. She understands. We’ll be back by Saturday for Cold Blooded, then we fly out to London after that…”
“Yeah, let’s just hope the plans stays that way…” Richard replied before finally they moved up to the booth, before a Mexican official popped his head out of the window.
“Passports please.” He asked, before Richard handed them over. Slowly the boarder officer looked down at the passports, checking the pictures, before comparing them to The Specter Brothers inside the car. Slowly his sight fell upon Adrien, who stared back at him for a moment, before the boarder agent leant down.
“Sir, would you mind bringing the car to the side please?”
“What? Why?” Richard asked, confused.
“Just do as I say, sir…”
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Now to many that name may seem familiar. That’s because that man is the sole reason as to why Buck got into the Crucible Tournament without so much as a fight. Negro was my mentor, of whom died in the ring while fighting me. A man who suffered a heart attack, much like Buck did the two weeks before against Evan Envi. Luckily Dempsey was lucky enough to survive his encounter, something I was nowhere near willing to tamper with by fighting him two weeks later.
Many have found it a disrespect to him that I didn’t turn up. He’ll Tobias Burden believes it a disrespect to everyone who’s ever worked hard to get to a main event…however, him I will address later.
Buck, you said you didn’t like my decision, but you understood it. I came up to you and I apologized, not only for doubting your ability, but also by disappointing you in a match of which we were both looking forward to. Two legends in this industry, with over 69 years of experience between the pair of us.
And I screwed it up. And I’m still sorry to this day about that. You were the whole reason as to why I pushed so hard to beat greats like your tag partner, Davenport, and Siobhain in order to get to the position I am now. I looked to you in order to drive forth into the chance of facing you, and to correct the mistake that still haunts me to this day, months later. Although it may not be one on one, it will certainly be an excellent match between us, two survivors…along with another of which you’re teaming with.
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Richard’s footsteps echo’d through the small room as his feet clashed against the concrete of the crowded cell, as Adrien sat down on the bench next to him.
“I can’t believe this is fucking happening. ‘Just a small trip to Mexico’ you said. ‘It’ll be fine’ you said. Now fucking look at us. Stuck in customs!”
”It’s fine. We’ll be out in no time.” Adrien replied, his face showing his irritation at Richard.
“What right did he have to stop us? It’s not like we have anything in the car…wait, we don’t have anything in the car do we?” Richard asked in a sudden panic, looking over to Adrien.
”There’s nothing in the car…” Adrien replied, rolling his eyes at Richard.
“But what…” He began, before slowly he leaned in to his brother’s ear, “What about your little brown bag?”
”That’s in Vegas. They won’t find anything.”
Suddenly, the door opened, as three Mexican officers walked in, one being the original agent that pulled the pair over.
“Bad news. We found a weapon in your car.”
“EXCUSE ME?!” Richard cried out in horror, as the agent stepped forward, a small smile on his face.
“We found this in the boot of the car.” He replied, holding up a sledge hammer.
“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re going to pull us over for a hammer?!”
“What was it doing in the boot of your car?” I agent began to question.
“I dunno, there are quite a few tools in the boot. Are you going to hold us for the wheel jack too?” Richard asked, sarcastically.
“Depends. You thinking of hurting someone with that too?”
“I’d like to know how we could.”
“Ask your brother, he’s the wrestler afterall.” The Mexican explained, before suddenly everything clicked into place.
“Oh I see how it fucking is now. What, you think you can just pull him in so you can get a claim to fame yourself. The guy who arrested a star like my brother.” Richard replied, as the agent smiled slyly at him.
“Believe me. You’re in Mexico…and your brother is far from a ‘Star’ here…”
“I want my phonecall. I know my rights. I deserve one phonecall…and while I’m at it I’ll take my brother’s too.” Richard demanded.
“You can’t take someone else phonecall…” The agent replied.
“The guy can’t talk!” Richard cried out.
“Not our problem…” the officer explained, the wile smile on his face once again returning.
“Well I’ve still got mine! And believe me I’ve a lot to say, and quite a good ability to say it. Now let me out of this cell, and give me my phonecall…” Richard replied, his tone transforming from one of outrage, to one of pure intimidation. Even the men of which the pair shared the cell with were taken aback by the drastic change. The agent looked Richard in the eye, before slowly pulling the keys off his belt and slowly working to open the cage door. Slowly Richard stepped out of the cell, before the Mexican once again closed the door, pausing for a moment to stare at Adrien, before finally locking it, almost testing for a reaction, before slowly taking Richard out of the room.
Slowly Adrien lowered his head in frustration, before looking across the cell at the man opposite. One who had tried to smuggle cocaine in his false leg…
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How would you describe Cain to us Buck? Is he a man of whom you respect because of what he’s come back from, much like many respect you after you kept going? I’ll reveal to the world as much that a man like that, to have both his legs nearly severed off my the one known as Leon Corbin, I can respect. It takes a man to come back from one injury, but it would take a true wrestler to return from what he has.
However, after the way he got his place…well, I guess it’s easy to say he’s undone all the good work that he apparently put together. The problem is Cain, your friends aren’t here anymore. Perfect Zero up and quit, leaving you to suffer for their sins. They’re the reason you’re here, and I can see very much that they’ll be the reason you’re sent straight back out again. You chose the wrong side, and now you’re teaming with the enemy of the other army?
Put together, your efforts will be strong. Stone has already promised me that he’ll force a tag whenever Buck is in the ring, and I say good. Because then the fans will get to see the two men they should have seen last year go one on one. Are you willing to allow that to happen Cain? Or are you going to stand in the way of two men who are actually looking to fighting, because you want to try and make another impression on the world? Because I can assure you that against me, those legs of yours won’t save you.
As for going up against my tag partner?
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”If you keep playing around with my ipod, I’m going to smack you.” Adrien signed as ‘Somebody that I used to know’ by Gotye played over the car radio, before picking up the ipod in question and switching the song. Richard giggles, almost childishly as he did so, flipping on the cruise control, before looking at his brother as they went down the highway.
“Aww, I thought after Mr. Stone’s beautiful rendition, you’re lucky I didn’t put that one on there.” The Elder Specter replied, his voice dripping in sarcasm.
”You mean the ass I should be suing for gimmick infringement? Fucking open letters bullshit.”
“Are we feeling a little bit touchy about the subject?”
”Intimidation is the greatest form of flattery. What can I say? Guy doesn’t know how to be threatening on his own, so he depends on me actually making him seem like a legitimate threat.”
“Well do me a favor and make sure you thank Talon for giving you the ability to be that threat. Seriously, you’ve no idea how quickly those bitched changed their tune.”
”He did it because he doesn’t want his tournament fucked up anymore then what Whore 1 and 2 already did by quitting.”
“I think you’re underselling his faith in you.”
”If he has faith in me, I can assure you he’s one of the few.”
“Well ego’s are everywhere, what are ya gonna do?”
”Yeah…I just wish I didn’t have to team with one of the biggest…”
“Well what about when you’ll get to face him in the second round?” Richard asked, as Adrien gave him a small smirk.
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Victory is almost assured. His efforts of calling me out over twitter have only served to make his ego all that much more easy to break under my foot. No one knows who Matt Stone is, bar a man who takes pride in the fact he was the longest reigning champion of a now debunked title. The problem is that men like me and Buck, when we’ve been in this industry as long as the pair of us have, the amount of useless titles we’ve seen in our day is countless. Truth of the matter is that while you may cling onto that lasting hope that you’re somehow still important in the grand scheme of things, regardless that it took you a low blow to win a title from a man who was on his way onto retirement.
You’re not a champion, you’re a mantelpiece. A place holder just waiting for a man like me to come along and clasp that title from out of your cold dead fingers. A man like me who doesn’t need a title to make a name for himself in this world. A man who is frankly infamous for the levels of which he’ll go to protect what is his.
And we all know how this is going to go down. I’ll beat you, and then the “damage control” will begin. You’ll start saying things like how the only reason you lost was because you had to carry my old cripple ass through the first round. You’ll be demanding a rematch for the title that had so little credibility to its name until you gained it and washed the rest of it off. And the truth is I’ll just beat you again, and the whole cycle can continue on again and again and again. Because that’s all men like you can actually do.
Talk, or in your case, sing. Because apparently in your attempts to try and stand out by fucking up a shit song to begin with, all you’ve done is make yourself look more like the joke that you already are. You’re just like Kilroy, the only difference being is that when you look into Kilroy’s eyes, you can see the determination to get the job done. People can actually see him as a threat, most unlike you. You’re a joke as a man, and a joke as a champion, and the sooner I take that belt from you like the spoilt child you are the better the world will be. But that’s not the only thing you’ll be losing, is it Matt?
Rumor has it that you’ve been putting quite a lot of money on the line on yourself to win. Another reason as to how your ego has gotten the better of you. Because not only will you be an ex-champion once I’m done with you…
…you’ll be a poor one too.
The next part of this letter is where is becomes a bit tricky…
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“Well…there it is…” Richard explained as slowly he turned the car around the corner, his eyes immediately falling upon their destination.
A painted mural of a large muscular man, wearing a mask, around him, a series of drawn on title belts that he had won in his illustrious career. There he was.
The memorial of El Rinoceronte Negro.
Slowly, a small smile crossed Adrien’s face as he looked upon the painting on the side of the gym where he use to train Adrien. The building had all been abandoned after his death, and the mural had been far from kept, however it still stood strong, overlooking the beach where he use to run, and where his ashes had been scattered.
Specter hadn’t seen this place in years, but it brought back memories from years long past. Memories of him at El Pollo Loco, and wearing that stupid costume. Slowly he began to laugh at the stupidity of it all, and what had passed since then. How he didn’t need to wear a costume anymore to be recognized.
How his scars were his identity now…
Suddenly, the cries of children filled the area, as a nearby school ran it’s bell for the end of the day, and people began to fill the street.
”We’ll come back later…I’ll say goodbye then.” Adrien explained, as Richard nodded his head, and started the car.
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You see, unknowing of an opponent is a difficult situation, so instead you’ve got to look at the potential as to who you might face, and hope that the odds stack in your favor. If we look at the other tag bracket, Tobias Burden along with Leon Corbin will face off against Persephone Waters and a woman I’ve already mentioned, Siobhain MacKenna. Now, we look to the chances.
Given Waters and MacKenna’s…Would you would call it a friendship? No doubt they at least respect one another, given their match at November Reign. It takes a lot to be able to hug one another after a winner and loser have been declared. There’s a respect there that I feel can carry a team, unlike Tobias and Leon. With Burden’s declaration that he would have to carry his partner, I’ve no doubt he would be able to do it. The problem remains however, that you’re still dependant on that person until you do face off. I know I’m going to kill Stone the second I get the chance to, however until that point I’ll need to work with him. Having experienced firsthand what it’s like to face Siobhain, I believe Tobias clearly underestimates his opponents. Waters may be crazy, much like Leon, but that doesn’t make them any less of a threat.
Except for Corbin, seeing as his insanity seemed to kick up a notch when I made him Gaze Into The Void…an experience that some of you may still experience when I face off against you at Crucible.
Regardless, I’ve no doubt that given an opportunity, if either team gets through, it will be MacKenna or Burden that I’m more likely to face. Corbin, I’ve already beaten. His efforts to try and intimidate me at War Games backfired on him trying to remove my mask in the belief that it somehow hid something from him and the rest of the world. And the truth was it did…
…and he most certainly didn’t enjoy what he found.
As for Waters, what can I say? Another woman of whom I’ve yet to face here. And their numbers are swiftly dwindling. There is no doubt in my mind though that after the outcome of their match at November Reign, and witnessing Siobhain’s fighting ability firsthand, there’s not a single doubt in my mind as to who would win between the pair.
Which leaves us with two conclusions. Either Tobias, or MacKenna. Both of them no doubt with their own opinions of me…and Burden is quite open to share his…
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Seated upon the hotel bed, Richard began watching the TV, unable to grasp any of it with his inability to understand Spanish.
“For fuck sake…” He muttered to himself as Adrien looked outside the window, slowly watching as the sun went down. Finally in a fit of frustration, Richard cast the remote down, before suddenly it switched the channel to the news.
“Buenas noches. Hoy México celebra la vida de El Rinoceronte Negro en el 20 aniversario de su muerte. El Rinoceronte Negro, un luchador muy querido y respetado ganado numerosos campeonatos a lo largo de su vida, con su mayor logro es el Campeonato Mundial de Lucha Libre Mexicana en 1988. Su muerte fue un shock para muchos, como pasó en su partido de retiro contra su pupilo estrella El Pollo Loco. Fue a los 56 años.”
Slowly, Richard turned his attention to Adrien, who remained unmoving as he listened to the news report.
“Adrien...What did she say?” Richard asked as slowly his brother stood, before walking over and turning off the TV.
”It’s getting dark. We should go now…”
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Let’s not get muddled on the details Tobias. Lets recount the way in which you obtained your place here. By tricking Richards into believing you were helping, before you rolled him up for a pin, yanking on his tights. And yet you’re under the belief that somehow I’m less worthy of a place here then you.
You see, you’ve put most it down to the fact that I gave up my spot for Buck, a mistake that as I’ve said, I look to correct when I see him in the opening rounds. Unfortunately, I’ve dealt with men like Buck. Those of whom would rather die in the ring then admit a weakness. The problem is not that I did it, but I did I in the grandest position, in the main event. And you’ve been telling me things that people have been saying to me for the last 25 years of my life. That I don’t deserve my position, that I’ve not earned it in their eyes, let alone the fact that I have the best matches on the card regardless of it’s position.
Majestic and me put on a fucking clinic two weeks ago, but no one seems to complain about that stealing the show. And I’m gonna tell you the exact same thing that I’ve been telling bitches who complain about their position for years.
The truth of the matter is the people who bitch and complain that they don’t get their “spot” is because they’re never good enough to take it themselves. The truth of the matter is I never asked for that match to end the show. It could have been right at the beginning and it would have had the same outcome. Being honest my actions have somewhat polarized the company. Many, like you, see it as a pussy move, where-as many support my actions. It might not have been pretty, and it was by no means worthy of the attention it got in the long run.
You want to know why I was the main event? Because Talon wanted me to be. I gave him more than enough notice to change it, I told him I wasn’t coming and I explained to him why I wasn’t going to do it. So when you’re pointing the finger of blame upon the one who brought this on, why don’t you stick that towards someone who gives a fuck about your pointless opinion.
You think I’ve not “earned my spot”? You think I’m somehow above my station to refuse to fight a man with a heart condition? You know what, why don’t you spread your eye line elsewhere? Go look in Sin City Wrestling, go look in APW, The Experts, Visionary Wrestling, New Edge Wrestling, you go look at those places where I’ve lost more pints of blood then units of alcohol you have to drink in order to keep yourself calm. Don’t you dare say I’ve not earned my fucking spot here or anywhere else. Because I do more for this company in the three fucking months I’ve been here then some people have done since it’s inception.
Who was the one Buck asked for help in War Games? Me.
Who was the first one to step up and represent CRW in Survive and Conquer? Me.
Who’s the first guy Buck picked in the upcoming 6v6 against APW? Me.
You can bitch and whine all you fucking like about how I’ve done nothing for this company, but that’s because you’re so fucking engrossed in what little you’ve actually achieved here that you fail to see the big picture. But deep down, do you really want to know why it is I’m placed higher then you in the food chain? Why I’m above you on the totem pole?
It’s because outside of Code Red Wrestling, no one knows who the fuck you are…and even inside it you’re about as well known as Matt Stone.
Hell, at least he’s held a title here…Not for long mind you, but I digress.
You think I’m somehow intimidated by your words of how you’re going to hurt me? How you’re “essentially evil”? The only people who admit that are people who want others to believe it? I’ve taken bigger men then you and I’ve laid them out on stretchers. You’re nothing in the long run. And perhaps that’s what you’ll fear the most. Why you’ll bitch about not being in the main event. Talking about how you’re going to defeat us all.
Because when all is said and done, and when you get beaten, either by me or Siobhain, Waters or Corbin, the truth is you’ll just return to what you’ll be remembered for most.
A man who didn’t like his “Happy Ending”.
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Slowly the pair made their way down to the front desk, before picking up the keys to the car. As they waited, Richard gained an uneasy sense that they were being watched, as slowly he turned to see everyone in the lobby all looking to Adrien.
“Your keys sir…” the receptionist replied, her tone cold to them as her eyes scanned the brothers.
“Thank you.” Richard replied, before taking his brother by the hand and leading him out of the front door.
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Siobhain…I’m still waiting on that case of Absinthe you promised me. But joking aside, I took something else away from that conversation. Your dedication to Buck, a man of whom you consider your adoptive father, is touching. However, I look to spare you from facing off against him at Crucible. You see, I’ve a personal desire to face you.
Yes, I’ve beat you in the Rumble for the final place here, much as I did everyone else. However, I still look for that challenge. I see you, a woman of whom possess a mission to prove herself, and yet has already done it in spades. Your belief that you’re somehow looked down upon because of the fact you’re female never fails to amuse me. Not because you’re not talented, but more because you still believe it.
I doubt I’m the first to say it, but you’re not being held back by anyone. The truth of the matter is I feel you almost create this own illusion to motivate yourself into pushing further, and striking harder. Believe me when I say that I know women who destroy men in that ring, and you easily mark up as one of the best I’ve seen. And I should know. I’m sleeping with the other one.
But regardless of that skill and ability of which you clearly possess…I’ve got to wonder about the possibility of that rumble, and the fact that I DID beat you. You got through, at best, by a stroke of luck…or by the actions of Ms. Waters to be specific. Will my defeat over you play some element should we match up together? I can’t answer that. I honestly doubt you could. But in order to see if it will, that needs you to win. You’ve got to work with Waters to beat Leon and Burden, and if not, you’ll have to carry her to victory. Deep down I know you want to test yourself against me just as I wish to against you.
I meant what I said last week. You belong here, which is why you got your place. But the question is now, can you step up and show that you belong in your position…or will you falter, and allow others to take your place?
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As they drove up to the mural once again, Richard let out a sigh. It had been a long day for the pair of them, and now it finally looked as though it was coming to an end.
Just one final step for his brother…if he was willing to take it.
“You know you don’t have to do this. No one has to know we were even here.”
”By the looks we’ve been getting, I think it’s pretty obvious that we can’t hide…” Adrien replied, looking to Richard.
“Well…” Richard began, before extending his hand, “He’s right there…you go do what you got to do.”
Slowly Adrien turned his head, looking at the image of his master once more, before taking one large breath, before opening his door, and stepping out…
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Once I move past these seven candidates, I finally make my way to the finals of this contest. Who am I going again? I’ve no idea. There’s the odds on favorite of Brandon Garcia, who’s no doubt looking for some kind of revenge after I took so many Hail Mary’s and yet still refused to stay down. Hell his only claim to fame is apparently that fact he considers himself the one to have “beaten me”. Truth was, he may have eliminated me from the match, but he has far from beaten me. To beat Adrien Specter it to kill him, and that is a lesson he’ll learn as well as many others who’ve tried and failed at doing do.
Then again, he’d have to get past Evans first.
Prisoner 1116186, a man of whom I can sympathies with based purely upon our shared experience. While his prison may allow him to leave on occasion to earn his way, allow me to tell you of another prison where that wasn’t an option.
Siberia. The Experts Tournament 2011.
Now that, my friend, is a prison. Cells made of pure concrete with caged doors that don’t work properly, and a mattress that can only be described as rocks stuffed into a sheet. To your left, you’ve a peeping tom who’s watching your every move through the holes in the wall. To your right, you hear the sound of one man breaking another’s teeth out of his skull, so he doesn’t have the ability to bite down when he’s forced to suck his own shit off the cock of his “Daddy”.
And all the while you’re sitting there, with this going on around you, and you’re getting angry. You’re getting upset by the situation you’ve forced yourself into, and you feel that bubbling up inside. You feel like an animal…and that’s something you slowly regress into in order to survive. In case you’ve not figured it out yet…
My holiday to Siberia was awesome. Because I thrive in situations like that, much like Evan does when he enters that ring. In Siberia we didn’t get the opportunity to truly unleash our rage, and yet Rex does so every fortnight. It’ll be truly interesting to see if these two can play together in order for the opportunity to face one another. I know Rex would be.
It’s more if Santelmo runs away again like he did when Evans looked to get his hands on him two weeks ago. Given he’s odds on favorite to win, you’ve got to ask to what lengths he would go in order to achieve the apparent “greatness” he believes himself to have.
Then again…if they fail to coordinate, then they lose out to Jun and Orphan. A man who’s looking to reclaim his “Climax” championship, and one of whom is too busy running a failed campaign for the GM position. My fear, however, is that if it was to succeed between the pair of them, then Jun would be the backbone of the team. Mysterio has his goals clearly too set on politicking his way into position. His failure to claim being the first ever Prime Time Championship speaks for itself. His loss to Bateman was a clear indication that his head wasn’t in the game then, let alone now when he’s got his office run to consider. And even then that’s not taking into account the bullshit Stylez Corp are apparently doing. Truth of the matter is, it doesn’t matter under what distraction he calls. Mysterio is nowhere near ready for the onslaught that he looks to overcome, even with Jun next to him. He looks to challenge for the world title that night? I’d see him struggle to make it past his first challenge.
I pity Jun sometimes, I really do. However after seeing his collection of strippers…I pitied him a little less. It was rather unnerving seeing the association between his opponents though. Seriously, who would want to fuck a woman that looked like Gravedigger? However, regardless of his methods, you can’t question his ability. However, with Orphan clinging onto him for support, the question is how long will he be able to hold up against Evan and Garcia on his own?
Oh the other side of that Donovan looks to team with Evans, and claim the Apex title as his own. Finally a chance to prove that he doesn’t need Buck by his side to win titles, although his task looks to be troubled with the afore mentioned Evans “training”, and even before that they’ve got to face off against Gravedigger and Logan Neilson. All worthy of the spot they’ve claimed, however for Davenport, another situation arises, of where his place was created purely based on luck. The question is, will he, much like Siobhian capitalize on this third chance they’ve both been given. For that, we shall see.
As for me…well as I said. I’m in Mexico to visit a friend. My old master.
Slowly Adrien looks towards the memorial of Negro, before closing the door and approaching it.
Many will look upon this as motivation for my cause. That somehow I’ll be able to draw upon the guilt of which I’ve laid upon myself for his death. He is the reason that I allowed Buck to pass through without a challenge…
Slowly, Adrien walked up to the monument, his eyes scanning the cracked paintwork of a wall long since disused and forgotten.
And for that…
A small smile appears upon Adrien’s face, as slowly he reaches his arm back.
I don’t think I’ll ever forgive him.
Suddenly Specter brought the sledge hammer within his hands down upon the face of his mentor, slamming it down upon and causing a dent within the concrete.
People want to know why I came to Mexico?
Quickly Adrien raises the hammer again, bringing it down with gritted teeth as the sweat begins to pour off his face, his hand clasping tightly upon the wooden handle.
Because I’m hated in Mexico for what I did to him.
He strikes again and again upon the monument, his face red with rage as the hammer comes down repeatedly.
Why dare you ask would I come to some place that I’m hated? Well that’s easy.
He brings the hammer up one last time.
Because I’m despised in Code Red Wrestling too…
As the hammer comes crashing down upon the concrete, the wooden shaft of the hammer splinters and breaks, falling apart at the force of which it struck the old, crumbling ruins of the once great El Rinoceronte Negro, his face now broken as Specter dropped to his knees, looking upon the broken stone.
That man cost me all the respect I had earned. All the times I had refused to give up. All the times in which I took opponents down without hesitation, or fear of the consequences. And yet in that one moment it all came flashing back to me. When I watched Buck fall in the center of that ring clutching his chest in pain. Watching as Betty and Talon rushed down to his side…
And now I’m looked upon as below you all. Purely because I allowed a man a week of rest. All because of some dead ghost that I refused to set free, and now I’m hated by most of the roster and all of the fans. And considering the way everything started off here, that was only more resentment.
You’ve all done it. You’ve treated me like an outsider since I arrived here. I have people who detest me because I was pushed into the Main Event. I’ve those who feel as though because they were able to keep me down for three seconds that somehow all the hype was for nothing.
Just because I wasn’t here from the beginning means that I’m less than those who’ve been here longer. And I suppose that’s what the biggest problem is to me. Because regardless that you all feel this way towards me, I’m still going out and representing you all as best I can. I’m the one working to make this place bigger and with greater recognition. Not a man who thinks himself some kind of “cure” to a roster that doesn’t need his shitty attitude. Not some comedian that believes that this place should be about “fun”.
And most certainly not a man who’s willing to allow his fucking lawyer dictate when he is and isn’t going to fight. And perhaps the biggest insult to you all.
We have a World Heavyweight Championship match with two men, one of whom is retiring, and another of whom believes that this PPV is about him. Because he thinks he’s somehow the “draw”.
Unfortunately, that’s not the case. And it never will be the case as long as he holds that belt. Slowly, people’s patience with him is starting to wane. And that’s where this tournament comes in.
People aren’t here to see Eddie Phoenix anymore…they’re here to see who’s the one going to step up and replace him. And as God and the dead soul of my master burning in hell as my witness, it will be me. I will not allow this injustice to continue. I will win Crucible. I will win Survive and Conquer, and I will bring the credibility to the federation I now call my home.
Slowly Adrien stands up off his knees.
It’s not Adrien Specter, SCW Sinner coming to take over…
He takes one last look at the damage of which he has caused. The memoriam now unrecognizable.
It’s not Adrien Specter, True Expert looking down upon you all like a fucking hobby…
Finally he throws down the remains of the hammer within his position, before he slowly turns back to the car.
It’s Adrien Specter, CReW Member. Future Prime Time Champion. Future Crucible Winner. Future CRW World Heavyweight Champion. And the man who will bring in the New Age of Code Red Wrestling…
Climbing into the car, Adrien looks to Richard, before nodding his head. Quickly he begins the car, before driving away from the scene of the crime, leaving behind the rubble, the broken hammer, and all the dark memories that lay with it.
…By smashing the old one into pieces, and reciting the Specter’s Mantra…
Vene…
Vidi…
Vici.
Signed
”The Ghost” Adrien Specter
”The Ghost” Adrien Specter