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'The Radical'. A moniker I earned through erratic and sometimes downright stupid behavior. Trusting Chris Chaos was among them. A partner who will stop at nothing to self-destruct while holding the greatest prize to fight for. What a fucking loser. A man who blames everyone else for his short-comings. I won't be blamed, bitch. Next time you want to have a conversation about coming up short consult your physician, because my interest has faded quickly. Fuckedy fuck you. You show up just in time to ruin not only your chances, but mine at winning the biggest tournament of the year. Then when I call you out and try to call to resolve shit, you avoid me like a teenage girl on her period afraid to bleed all over everything. You are bleeding all over everything. EVERYTHING!!!!!! We are trying to build a fucking dynasty you dimwit. Act like the Champion you are, and accept that your integrity matters more than how much moose is in your hair. GOD DAMNIT! I can't even show my face on Warfare without getting bamboozled about 'What is Chris Chaos doing?' 'Are you still bro's?' 'Why is Chris disappearing in matches he normally wipes clean like a slab of ribs at Dickey's Barbeque?' YOU FUCK! You can ruin your own chances, but don't try to pin shit on me. Just because you are a little too comfortable with that belt, doesn't mean you need to jam everyone else up. ASSHOLE. I still get my shot, IF... and it is a big IF you make it out of Savage with that belt, because the way things are going right now, I'm putting my money on Graves. Yea, I said that.
I went in to see the new card and who I might be taking my recent chaotic frustrations out on. I walked into the new wing at corporate headquarters, still under construction, reading "Savage" above the lines of white sheets and smell of fresh paint. What does all of this mean? Will things ever be the same again in XWF? Will whoever I face ever be on the new version of the show? I doubt it. A few new guys I'd never seen before brushing by me in the hallway. A mask wearing guy named... Tidbits? An Indian? Okay. A clearing to the bulletin board on the wall. I feel like I'm back in high school drama waiting for a cast list to drop. My pupils scan the docket.
What's that... a guy named Alexandra? This place has really went south... I walked over to the roster plaques on the wall, lifting one of the protective sheets to find this person. R's... Reno... Random... Raven? Weird. Robbie Bourbon, Robert... ugh. Ronnie Cage... what happened to that guy? Roxy... now her I recall quite fondly. Russell Edwards... another newb. Ah, here it is... Reeve Gordon. It says here...
"The Show" Reeve Gordon
Date of Birth: Friday the 13th
Hometown: Nowhere, Oklahoma
I am almost sure a birth date requires a year. And Nowhere sounds nice. If this guy doesn't even know who he is then he may want to sit the next couple plays out. I know who I am. Destroyer of the identity crisis. Brutalizer of the nothing. Executioner of the suffering. This guy looks like a suffering nobody 'who the fuck' if I've ever seen one.
Pressing matters. Since Warfare has become a cockfest of doubters overnight. Savage has welcomed me with open arms. Maybe because a new GM doesn't know me yet, but I'll take it. It may not be the biggest match of my career, but it could very well be the most important. See, while Chaos got pinned to lose to two nobodies who names I literally cannot fucking remember right now in Round 1 of Lotto. I have not lost a singles match in quite some time. SUPERSTAR OF THE MONTH. AND ALL. New brand of Savage, new place for Gabe Reno to lay his head in the endless sleep I get knowing that no one on the show CAN BEAT ME! REEVE GORDON!? PFTTT!! What is this, amateur hour. Is he gonna come out, tell a few flat jokes, and get booed of the stage? Where's the hook? Is it ready? I've heard there are better acts at the kitty carnival in Michael Jackson's bedroom. The... Alexandra thing. EVEN if that was your given middle named and not the saddest chosen wrestling name I have ever heard, why would you not change it? What, to 'be who you are?' Well, here's who that is. My bitch. Since Chaos won't show his face. It falls to you, Gordon. I don't care from where in Oklahoma you may be from, your southern charm is about to meet my steel toed boots. I hope you like catching, because you're going to be doing a lot of it on Saturday. A slap to the jaw, a punch to the gut, a judo kick to the ribs, and a sudden Rated R, with love.
There a spinning swinging turnstile door of guys like you coming through trying to get an opportunity at the top guys. They sign up for booking, talk a bunch of promising smack, then see their opponent and are never seen again. I can't promise you a good match. I can't promise you that I will "take it easy" until you get your feet under you or feel comfortable enough to fight back. Because I have a hunger to destroy anything in my path. You picked the wrong time to be at Savage. You picked the wrong man to step into the ring with; the wrong fucking one. There's something about me you should know, Reeve. I'm a Scorpio. Scorpio loves a good fight, and can give 'intensity' a run for its money. To put it simply, the Scorpions are strong, commanding, intense, passionate, and zealous. Driven, dedicated, and loyal; they also are ambitious and security-loving. So while you sit there with your cute name and your ambitions of walking out of Savage more than what you walked in as, remember this. Beginnings are paved by men who are willing to do anything to succeed. Any cost paid. So while you imagine this is your time... I'll be honest with you. It's the end of the line.
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