Post by Virgil Keenan on Apr 19, 2013 17:38:00 GMT -5
-A profound personality, an overwhelming ego, confidence bleeding jealousy, Virgil Keenan might have gone too far. Standing upon his podium so high, literally, The alternative looks out amongst the sparse crowd walking along the busy street corner; amused by their obliviousness to the performance awaiting them. Behind him is a projection broadcasting his masked smug face. With a flick of his wrist the screen crackles and zooms a dedicated focus, the challenger glares intently on as people either walk on or stop, curious of the commotion.
This is my state of address.
This is my plea to the people.
This is where I talk.
Listen up.-
"Never have I seen a man make such a legacy sporadically kicking around piss-ants peasants opponents. Never have I seen an undefeated streak sustained through meaningless wins over pathetic and irritatingly bad people. Never have I seen a person who is so gut wrenchingly terrible on the microphone manage to get by with the lamest fucking shit I've ever seen. "
"Surely Gunner, you are one of a kind."
"From your shitty bar to the eyebrow raising confusing monologues sputtered out on a biweekly basis I knew from the beginning we would never get along. How could we? You sit perpetually at the top of this company amusingly looking on, talking in tangents about heart and fighting as if you have a fucking clue what either is about. You don't."
"Steven Gold is not a bragging right."
"Judas Fraggle was not an accomplishment."
"David Fraggle wasn't even an opponent."
-People are slowing down, the passion in spit words catch the attention of man and woman alike. A once small collection of individuals are starting to grow.-
"The bravado and ape like chest pounding, the pride you have in your fighting ability, your confidence, it obviously stems from the streets and your bar bouncing occupations right? It did not, interestingly enough, stem from a ring correct? Don't even attempt to argue differently because how could it? You never had a chance, you weren't given the opportunity, how could you possibly have refined your skills? You've told us all before that WBSW was your first, so where did you learn your craft? The simple fact of the matter is you're not a wrestler, you're a fucking thug, a fighter. Bare bone brutality and natural talent have progressed you to a point where you can have all the fun you want kicking over ridiculous gimmicks in your past time, and woop-dee-do that'll do great for your image, I'm just concerned it won't be so great for your abilities. "
"It might irk you but I speak so high and mightily above each and every one of my opponents every week because I am. I'm leagues ahead of them, ahead of you."
"I've learned from the best. That's not a detail littered through fallacy and a potentially made up biography, it's truth. I did it by challenging men and women far above my head, I did it by chasing titles I had no hope of winning, I did it through dedication, loss after loss after loss until I learned my craft. I did it the hard way. I did it until I was great, I did it until my mere words and physical domination could retire the likes of Leon Corella."
"Ten years down the drain because I called him a failure and I was right."
"He failed to adapt and I made a career off of it. I started from the bottom and worked my way here and it doesn't matter if the words Rebel-Pro mean anything to you, or if you know who Teresa Quaranta even is, the fact through the nouns is that I didn't get where I am in my career picking on circus rejects. I didn't pull a Gunner Hughes, frolicking my little fishy flippers in a god damn puddle. So when I waltzed into NAW and set my goals directly towards your doorstep, when I called out your name in sniped insults, when I posted antagonizing articles across the internet, well It wasn't because I craved to make a name for myself, it's because that's what I DO. I go for the best because I'm perpetually pushing myself."
"I'm allergic to the mundane, frightened to be generic, appalled to be weak."
-Virgil doesn't change his posture, he doesn't share looks or speak retorts to any verbal reaction. Behind his words there is a trance of passion that locks him in his own mind. Individuals fans and newcomers alike nod and mummble amongst themselves. The numbers are increasing, the population rises with each annunciated and impacted word, every point is backed by Virgil's belief in what he stands for. Keenan is a revolutionary, his breath and conviction can lead those fickle and unsure. He continues.-
"I walked into this business a loser, I took loses perpetually and continually, but not because I was terrible, it wasn't due to being awful, it was a byproduct of my personality. I challenged champions and kings, legends and established heavy hitters; I went to the top several times not in search of marital gain, not for belts and statistical wins, I did it to better myself. So when I look at you, and I gander upon your debut year, I cringe as I see the opposite."
"I shove opponents off their highchair, I lyrically decimate them with words, and I deliver. I'm UWL American champion, I entered that match oblivious to it's reward, I pumped myself up and got in the game because I could, it's what I do, I never take it easy, I never give it a half-assed effort, and I never falter. I beat 7 other men with that recipe. I've run through this company like a hot knife, I've humbled the egotistical, pissed on the skill of champions, and I've looked absolutely stunning doing it!"
"I did that because I worked for it."
"You've dulled yourself off the lack luster apathetic showing of endless opponents."
"Cthulu, Mitch Thompson, Mia Poe, Judas Fraggle, Hale Collins, they all couldn't muster the cognitive ability to even address you, stay on task, or take you serious. How on earth can a man swim through such baffling irresponsible wrestlers and be rewarded for it? You don't even know what it means to fight. You've never had to struggle against an opponent. You've never had to step up to a new level. You've never been pushed. You've never had to rely on heart to get you through the match. You're a false prophet, a hypocrite, a fraud."
"So where do you get the balls to question if I've 'earned' MY contender ship?"
"You arrogant, ignorant, twit."
"You've walked through this company hardly breaking a sweat and that's not a complement, your an opportunist, you're the repulsive end result, the punch line after a series of unfortunate events. You're not the making of a world champion Gunner, you're a man plastered in its stead, a placeholder, NAW's IOU for a competent representation. You're only where you are because NAW didn't have a name on it's roster worth a damn."
"Not until they signed me."
"Regardless of the amount of times you said it, and the retarded confidence you spoke it with, I'm not just a showman with Mic Skills, I'm a pure bred wrestler with charisma. I apologize if somewhere down your dark road you couldn't muster a personality, and I'm truly sorry if that made you jealous."
"But this is what a champion looks like, this is what a champion does."
"Hell, drooling from your lack of appropriate chromosomes I imagine somewhere in your book of doodles and insults you meant that as a negative thing. A man who is so used to tiptoeing through insults because he's afraid to hurt his good guy image, has no room to critique me purely based upon his ineptitude. So much so I'd advise you away from insinuating I'm a one trick pony. I'm the whole package. I've beaten your time on the clock, I out shone your random placement UWL match, I've won gold, retired legends, destroyed careers, there's no one trick about it."
"I'm dangerous."
"And you have to face me for 30 Minutes. God help you."
"God help you because through all your career you've never had to deal with this before. You've never had to go face to face with the personification of champion. You've never had to back up your words with every ounce of their meaning. Gunner Hughes, you've never been placed in a scenario where 'fighting' will only get you so far. You have to Survive, you have to rise above, you have to reach in and grab that beating fucking muscle and use it. Not just talk about it, not just speak of it as a convenient argument tool, but as a functioning aspect of your arsenal. Flailing kicks and haymakers will get you nowhere but planted on the canvas."
"BuckShots and forced bounty hunter gimmicks will earn you only humility."
"I didn't get here because I was the unweakest link, I got here because NAW deserves better."
"Better than lame punch lines and school time moral lessons spoken from a man who looks more fit to jerk off homeless dudes. "
"Better than the repetitive drivel and monotone monologues mumbled by a machine."
"Better than a false idol preaching and selling items he doesn't have in stock."
"Better than Gunner Hughes."
-A cheer. A fan base that trickled from the casual walker by has grown to a massive collection of flesh and bone. Men and women are actually cheering behind his words, his points, his beliefs. He instills in them something to strive for, just like his opponents in NAW, just like his rival Gunner Hughes. Virgil's mask is nothing but a tool to make the vicarious scenario all that fluent. He's almost a cult leader at this point and it's scary. Scary because he knows it, scary because there isn't a fallacy in his words, they are a sturdy foundation for his life and career. A slam down upon the podium brings frothing support.-
"They deserve a leader, a man who takes the initiative, an individual who doesn't sit back running his private bar like an egotistical piece of shit! They need a man who does things. Like me. Because here I am, almost a week away from our final destination and I'm the one setting the pace, I'm the one laying down the talking points and taking the fight to you. I'm taking control of our dialog, I'm taking control of our match, just like I'll take control of you and run you straight into the ground! The next time NAW will see you, you'll be looking for a flight out of China."
"There has never been a reason more relevant, there was ever a moment in time where this was more applicable. I've never offered these people, this company a more suiting opportunity to stand behind me...."
A small pause, Virgil raises his fist to the air, people gathering around join him in the stance.
"And Rejoice.'
Palm the Camera.