Post by nealdurden on Mar 22, 2020 12:50:21 GMT -6
There’s a loud thud, but not as if something just fell down, more like someone sitting down in an office chair with some force. The rolling of the chair’s wheels follow the thud and as if it was magic, the scene opens up to Neal Durden sitting in an office chair in front of what one might assume to be a computer. The quality of the video speaks volumes of his knowledge of streaming or recording something for a later upload, which is practically zero. Yet, he doesn’t seem to bother about the lighting or the quality of the visuals. Is almost as if whatever he wants the world to know is good enough to warrant him not taking care of little visual inadequacies.
Neal Durden: “I’m sure by now you must’ve seen the tweet and -- or -- seen someone talking about it in a dirt shit or something like that. The Millennium Wrestling Down Under pay per view. Where two brands will collide, as per usual. But this time there’s a new prize dangling over our heads. There’s something new and shiny to be obtained. But in order to have it, one wrestler from Riot and one from Millennium will have to do battle one v one inside that ring as the Main Event of Night One.”
Neal’s smirk becomes more and more of an omen. Yet, there’s something playful in that smirk; almost as if a kid knew beforehand what Santa would leave under the tree for someone in the house and they’re just waiting, impatiently, to see the reaction once things settle down and the world realizes what’s in store.
Neal Durden: “From Riot, Megan Rydell… from Millennium… yours truly. But there’s another thing hanging over this match. Those of you who have seen the recent editions of MWE television, know that I haven’t invoked what I won at Big in Japan; I haven’t chosen MY stipulation… yet. There’s a reason for this madness. For the bulk of this tournament I’ve tried to stay as true to myself as I could. Facing each challenge mano a mano without involving any kind of stipulation, any special rule or anything that would give me an edge… or, let’s face it… put me at a disadvantage.”
Now the smirk is more of a wide smile, he knows he’s milking the situation for as long as he can and he’s just enjoying knowing that he has the world hanging by every word that escapes his mouth. He wants the attention, he craves it at this moment in time.
Neal Durden: “Meg, let me address you for a bit before revealing what everyone wants me to reveal… and I know this is just me milking the situation; but I think you deserve a few words from me before I let you know my decision.”
Durden leans forward, putting both of his elbows on top of the table where his computer is at. He tilts his head a bit, looking to crack his neck (probably) and then, he continues.
Neal Durden: “I respect you… maybe that’s not what you expected me to tell you but, it’s true. I know how it feels to be in the shadows of someone else. I know how it feels to be constantly compared to that someone else. To feel that you need to surpass that ghost… to prove you deserve what you have because of who you are and not because of who you’re linked to. I understand your frustrations, your desires and your whims… because I’ve been and still am… THERE.
“We have similar paths in wrestling and similar goals too. We both do this for the same reasons. We are basically two sides of the same coin and the world probably didn’t even notice. Maybe that’s why we’re both in this match. Maybe that’s why we’re both in a collision course that will see both of us fight it out to see who is the first ever MWE Intercontinental Champion. We have the same hunger, the same drive, the same desires and… I respect your hustle.”
He moves back to his original position in the office chair as he lifts his arms and lets them fall into the chair arms.
Neal Durden: “Yet, there’s a tiny difference between our games. Sure, to the uninitiated our games might even look similar. We’re both wrestlers who throw caution to the wind and don’t even care about putting their bodies on the line in order to get to where they want. Sure we both have this flashy side that we love to get encapsulated in time, just so the world can understand how beautiful our movements are and how captivating our brand of wrestling is. We’re both daredevils that love nothing more than to risk it all in that ring… but there’s a difference.
“Meg, I’m sure you know I was part of the CWC’s Slaughterhouse brand… and I’m sure you know where this is going. I could pick any number of matches and probably all of them cater to your game. Ladder matches, Cage matches, Hell in a Cell, No DQ, you name it and probably you’ll thrive in there. But there’s ONE thing members of the Slaughterhouse know about me that not everyone knows.”
The smirk comes back to Neal’s face as he simply takes a deep breath and continues.
Neal Durden: “There I wasn’t like everyone else. Sure, I took part in some matches hellbent in destroying my whole career… but I wasn’t hardcore; I wasn’t a deathmatch guy. I earned their respect because I was a PURIST in a world of violence. When I entered that brand I did it because I wanted to put myself to the test. Now it’s time to prove if I learned anything. It’s time for you and I to show the world how good we are in this art form we call Wrestling because, Meg… we will have to Wrestle in order to earn that belt.”
Neal’s eyebrows raise as his smirk fades, and his voice changes to a more serious tone.
Neal Durden: “Because at Down Under the Main Event of night one… will be contested in an
ULTIMATE SUBMISSION MATCH!”
Neal lets a couple of seconds pass, just to let those watching at home digest the significance of the match.
Neal Durden: “We’ll be both put to the test for half an hour. Whoever scores the most submissions at the end of the thirty minute mark, will have undoubtedly EARNED the MWE Intercontinental Championship. May the best wrestler win.”
Neal Durden: “I’m sure by now you must’ve seen the tweet and -- or -- seen someone talking about it in a dirt shit or something like that. The Millennium Wrestling Down Under pay per view. Where two brands will collide, as per usual. But this time there’s a new prize dangling over our heads. There’s something new and shiny to be obtained. But in order to have it, one wrestler from Riot and one from Millennium will have to do battle one v one inside that ring as the Main Event of Night One.”
Neal’s smirk becomes more and more of an omen. Yet, there’s something playful in that smirk; almost as if a kid knew beforehand what Santa would leave under the tree for someone in the house and they’re just waiting, impatiently, to see the reaction once things settle down and the world realizes what’s in store.
Neal Durden: “From Riot, Megan Rydell… from Millennium… yours truly. But there’s another thing hanging over this match. Those of you who have seen the recent editions of MWE television, know that I haven’t invoked what I won at Big in Japan; I haven’t chosen MY stipulation… yet. There’s a reason for this madness. For the bulk of this tournament I’ve tried to stay as true to myself as I could. Facing each challenge mano a mano without involving any kind of stipulation, any special rule or anything that would give me an edge… or, let’s face it… put me at a disadvantage.”
Now the smirk is more of a wide smile, he knows he’s milking the situation for as long as he can and he’s just enjoying knowing that he has the world hanging by every word that escapes his mouth. He wants the attention, he craves it at this moment in time.
Neal Durden: “Meg, let me address you for a bit before revealing what everyone wants me to reveal… and I know this is just me milking the situation; but I think you deserve a few words from me before I let you know my decision.”
Durden leans forward, putting both of his elbows on top of the table where his computer is at. He tilts his head a bit, looking to crack his neck (probably) and then, he continues.
Neal Durden: “I respect you… maybe that’s not what you expected me to tell you but, it’s true. I know how it feels to be in the shadows of someone else. I know how it feels to be constantly compared to that someone else. To feel that you need to surpass that ghost… to prove you deserve what you have because of who you are and not because of who you’re linked to. I understand your frustrations, your desires and your whims… because I’ve been and still am… THERE.
“We have similar paths in wrestling and similar goals too. We both do this for the same reasons. We are basically two sides of the same coin and the world probably didn’t even notice. Maybe that’s why we’re both in this match. Maybe that’s why we’re both in a collision course that will see both of us fight it out to see who is the first ever MWE Intercontinental Champion. We have the same hunger, the same drive, the same desires and… I respect your hustle.”
He moves back to his original position in the office chair as he lifts his arms and lets them fall into the chair arms.
Neal Durden: “Yet, there’s a tiny difference between our games. Sure, to the uninitiated our games might even look similar. We’re both wrestlers who throw caution to the wind and don’t even care about putting their bodies on the line in order to get to where they want. Sure we both have this flashy side that we love to get encapsulated in time, just so the world can understand how beautiful our movements are and how captivating our brand of wrestling is. We’re both daredevils that love nothing more than to risk it all in that ring… but there’s a difference.
“Meg, I’m sure you know I was part of the CWC’s Slaughterhouse brand… and I’m sure you know where this is going. I could pick any number of matches and probably all of them cater to your game. Ladder matches, Cage matches, Hell in a Cell, No DQ, you name it and probably you’ll thrive in there. But there’s ONE thing members of the Slaughterhouse know about me that not everyone knows.”
The smirk comes back to Neal’s face as he simply takes a deep breath and continues.
Neal Durden: “There I wasn’t like everyone else. Sure, I took part in some matches hellbent in destroying my whole career… but I wasn’t hardcore; I wasn’t a deathmatch guy. I earned their respect because I was a PURIST in a world of violence. When I entered that brand I did it because I wanted to put myself to the test. Now it’s time to prove if I learned anything. It’s time for you and I to show the world how good we are in this art form we call Wrestling because, Meg… we will have to Wrestle in order to earn that belt.”
Neal’s eyebrows raise as his smirk fades, and his voice changes to a more serious tone.
Neal Durden: “Because at Down Under the Main Event of night one… will be contested in an
ULTIMATE SUBMISSION MATCH!”
Neal lets a couple of seconds pass, just to let those watching at home digest the significance of the match.
Neal Durden: “We’ll be both put to the test for half an hour. Whoever scores the most submissions at the end of the thirty minute mark, will have undoubtedly EARNED the MWE Intercontinental Championship. May the best wrestler win.”