Post by wadjethotep on Sept 9, 2015 15:25:22 GMT -5
At times I've asked myself if I took this match for the right reasons. The only thing I try to find any bit of slight solace in is that the reasons seem to be an ever changing constant. I still remember how it all started. Seemed innocent enough. Or to be honest, malevolent enough.
NGSE, as it was previously known now, always seemed to be Anzac Pro's sister promotion. There was no higher ups playing both sides. It just was something that came to be. If you had to choose some unifying front I guess it would be that both belonged to the UWL before that seemed to shit the bed. As soon as Anzac Pro started NGSE had a presence. It started with TJ McDaniels and Reuben McCoy. Both were men he didn't think much of. Both men also didn't currently have jobs. After that there seemed to be friendly banter between the two owners. Then unfriendly banter between their roster and myself.
I would say it was nothing personal but it was. I just could never see myself wrestling for a company with sports entertainment in the name. That just isn't me. All I have ever wanted to be is a professional wrestler not a sports entertainer. I've always put more emphasis on my grappling skills than my showmanship. You just have to see one of my matches for that. Then on Twitter it just seems as if I have some kind of natural charisma. At least enough of one that tends to draw some people in.
I guess my big beef with the former NGSE started with Hayden Phoenix. Hayden signed with APW and it didn't take long for the trash talk to begin. We have been at each other's throats since April. Hayden likes to talk a big game but has never been able to back it up against me. I have gone through hell against that man. I've even beat him at his own specialty match. The fact is when it comes to facing me he can't cut the mustard. He can't even cut the mustard in his home promotion. Hayden is all hyped up for his match for the Five Lakes title. All that does for me is prove the point I was trying to make. Hayden Phoenix is nothing more than a mid carder in a second rate promotion.
But back to the topic at hand. It wasn't long after Hayden and I started getting into it that Carmine and I started to banter back and forth. I would always catch him with a quick tongue and his only response was where was my title? I had plenty of them but he was so quick to tell me if I didn't have the Anzac Pro title then I shouldn't bother talking to him. All he was doing was stalling. It was always incredibly apparent I was the best thing Anzac Pro had. Even if Wayne himself didn't want to admit it at times. As soon as I was informed that I had to beat Hayden Phoenix for the title I knew it was as good as mine.
Then I won the title and Carmine didn't have much to say back to me. I found that to be a bit humorous. After all he was the man who told me to win the belt first. Winning the Anzac Pro New Zealand title only fueled my confidence to new levels. Not only was I confident that I was the best in Anzac Pro but that I was confident that I could easily dismantle anyone and everyone in NGSE. I have a feeling Devlin Scott didn't enjoy that much. However he does know talent when he sees it. Devlin has wanted me to sign with him on more than one occasion. Even contacting me on Twitter about it. My answer was always quick and steadfast. No.
Devlin is a businessman however. He knew that if he got me on a show it would put asses in seats. That I was a bigger draw than Hayden Phoenix, Carmine Reaper, John William Kinglsey, or anyone else that they had to scrape off the bottom of a barrel to put in a wrestling ring. So Devlin struck. After months of constant verbal abuse to his company and roster Devlin was the one who issued the challenge. Not Carmine himself. He offered the big match Prince Wadjethotep vs. Carmine Reaper to be the main event at their biggest show of the year. I told him I would consider it. He knew he just had to push me a little harder. I knew I had him in my pocket. That I just had to make my move and the right demand. I wanted it for the title. Devlin agreed so long as Carmine could retain it till then.
Just like I've always thought he was Carmine was a disappointment dropping the title weeks ago. All he had to do was beat another sub par sports entertainer and then he could have got the real deal. The pressure was apparently too much for him. On the other side of the world Wayne Everett was loving every second of this. Wayne even told me in private to keep antagonizing NGSE as much as possible. To keep the heat going as long as I could. I was willing to comply. So that’s what I did. Taking shot after shot at Hayden Phoenix, Carmine Reaper, and NGSE. At the time Wayne and I both got a kick out of it. Now? Well things sure do have a way of changing fast don’t they?
Just as Anzac Pro was establishing itself in New Zealand the end came without warning. I mean of course there were rumors going about twitter like it was high school all over again. For all we knew Wayne and Devlin could have been talking about a joint show. There always seemed to be an interest in that. Then out of nowhere Avery Quinn purchased Anzac Pro the night of When Worlds Collide just to hand it over to the highest bidder. Devlin Scott. Devlin would acquire everything. Everything but our contracts. We all have opt out clauses. Now the question is do I take mine?
No matter what I face Carmine Reaper at Victory and Honor. I took that booking and I promise to fill it. After that though? The world is my oyster. With offers from New Japan Fighting Championships, New Edge Wrestling, and even Next Generation Wrestling themselves I have plenty of options. It was quite the situation. I still remember when the Diamond Wrestling Federation closed the night after I won the World title. I was a free agent and not as big a name. Not many offers came my way. Now it seemed as though promotions were kicking in the door. It was a unique feeling being wanted. It’s something I’m not sure I will ever get used to. Thus it makes my decision much harder.
But it’s not the time for that now. Instead I have to focus on one of the biggest matches of my career. The hype has been intense. It’s also never fun walking into hostile territory knowing everyone is hoping that you can’t pull it off. That you slip up and cost yourself it all. I’m weary but I’m confident. I’ve been watching Carmine for a while now. Getting used to his motions and the way he carries himself. The research has been intense. It also had its drawbacks.
When you get a new rival you tend to want to know as much about them as you can. You watch their every move. Always keeping one eye on them. Know that they want to get you before you get them. I’ve never got that feeling with Carmine. I’ve never got the notion that he has it out for me. That he just wants to beat me. Whether that is to restore faith in himself I’m not sure. It may just be to defend his home. Or for the notoriety and the pay day. For a man nicknamed the “grim reaper” I’ve never got that killer instinct vibe from him. Instead I very much got the opposite.
Carmine seems to be a good guy. He was friendly. Seemed cheerful. Had a loving relationship. Carmine was honestly starting to seem like someone he could be friends with. A man who would always look out for you. Always have your back. A man you could really trust. In all of these enlightening moments one would think it would have made me finally respect my opponent. Instead it generated a much different emotion. I hate Carmine Reaper.
Carmine seems to have it all, sans a championship. He is happy with his life. Delighted with all it has given him. Seemingly barely upset about losing the title. Somehow someway he always remains upbeat. I hate it. I hate him. Why is he so lucky? Why does he have it so nice? I’ve worked hard in my life to get where I am. I’ve lived a life with no regrets and all it has caused is misery. The sheer number of abandonments and death is mortifying and down right disheartening. Everytime I look at Carmine’s twitter I fill up with rage. Reading of how he is flying out to the west coast. How he loves his girlfriend so much. How they are finally starting their lives together. I break inside.
I don’t get that. I don’t get any of that. Instead I fly from airport to airport to wrestle for multiple companies to try and fill the void. The fact that there is no one at home waiting for me. That the woman who loved me with all her heart isn’t there anymore. That instead she is in a mausoleum. Where her ashes will rest for eternity. It breaks me. I still harbor the pain knowing it was all my fault. That I did this. That I pushed away the one person who was willing to put aside her wants and needs for my own. In my entire life I had tried to avoid having regrets. This was my second. The old cliche is that if you love someone let them go. If they come back to you then they’re yours. But what do you do if they don’t have the option to come back? What do you do then? Do you just sit around and let yourself rot away in the grief? Do you keep searching for something to try and make the pain all go away? I thought I could do that just by wrestling more. I was wrong. Plane after plane I swear I still see her face in the sea of humanity waiting for their loved ones as they exit. All these people just wanting who they love and care about to come home. She can’t go home. So as much as I can, I try not too. It’s not very fair is it?
But life isn’t fair. Now all I am left with is pain and angst. Feelings I just want to dissipate. Yet I know they won’t instead I will be haunted for as long as I remain on this earth. If my fate is to be miserable then I don’t plan on being the only one. I will drag down as many people as I can with me. Carmine wants this match. He wants the win more than anything. It is my duty to ensure that doesn’t happen. To let out all my frustration upon him. To take out everything I have built up. That man doesn’t deserve all that has been given to him. So I’m going to take it.
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The scene opens up on a dark room. A number of candles surround an Egyptian throne chair with the head of Wadjet sticking out from the back of it. The candles illuminate the surroundings but there is no detail. Just flat stone walls in each direction. Then from behind the chair we see a figure approaching. It is Prince Wadjethotep. He is shirtless and is wearing an elaborate shendyt. The Anzac Pro New Zealand championship is strapped around his waist. He approaches the throne and then sits in it. His eyes fixed to the camera.
“The time is finally upon us.”
A breath is taken then followed by a small laugh.
“Many people wondered if it would even happen. Myself included. Pondering the thought of would I ever stoop down and put myself on a NGSE card. Although now it seems as if a part of that problem is gone. I find it a bit funny that as business deals were done behind the backs of the wrestlers NGSE is planning this huge shift into NGW as they are trying to purchase Anzac Pro. Now they are no longer a sports entertainment company but a professional wrestling company ready to usher in the new generation. Or were they trying to appeal to potential new employees. Or perhaps one particular potential employee. See Devlin Scott has wanted me on his roster for a very long time. However he knew quite well that I would never put myself in a sports entertainment company on a regular basis. So thus the thought of change was then cemented in his mind. Devlin knew if he wanted me then he would have to drastically change his own company. Then just like magic what happens? Now some of you will say this absurd. Even you Carmine. I want you to sit down and really think about it. In a company of second class talent Devlin needs that man to be the ace. To draw in all the attention. Clearly it wasn’t you Carmine. Devlin needs a real champion. That’s where I come in.”
Wadjethotep looks down and rubs the Anzac Pro New Zealand championship wrapped around his waist before looking back to the camera.
“However that’s a topic for a bit later. Right now Carmine I would like to direct my attention to you. I can nearly believe it. Soon Carmine you will know what it is like to share the ring with a real champion. I’m sure however that you will remind me in some asinine way that I should be quite weary when dealing with the Grim Reaper. But I don’t think that’s really you Carmine. The imagery of the Grim Reaper has been used since the middle ages. So should I expect you to stroll into Victory and Honor riding upon a pale horse clutching a scythe and an hourglass in each hand? Is it then when I challenge you to a chess match for my pardon? Now, at this moment, as I walk through the valley of the shadow of your embodiment I do feel no evil. For I am protected by my mother. The goddess Wadjet. She is the one who will prepare the table before me in your presence Carmine. Her goodness and love will follow me. I shall dwell in the 18th Dynasty for eternity. You Carmine? You are just another man that falls before me.”
“I mean honestly Carmine your recent actions have really brought down both the intensity and meaning of this match. You had one job Carmine. To hold on to the Heavyweight title. After months of beating no more than glorified jobbers some mid carder shows up and takes the title away from you. Now I have been around long enough to know that anything can happen on any night. I’ll even give you the benefit of the doubt and say that is what happened the night you lost the title. That it was just some chance occurrence that could have happened to anyone. So then you are given a rematch. Your chance to prove it was all nothing but a fluke. Instead Carmine what do you do? Lose. Again. All you have done is show that this is nothing more than a mismatch at this point. Proving my point that you are nothing more than a subpar opponent in a subpar promotion. All you will now be remembered for is being champion at NGW’s weakest time.”
Prince Wadjethotep then unhooks the New Zealand championship and drapes it around his shoulder.
“But of course Devlin has to come running to his golden boy. This match was hyped as being a title match. That was part of the alure. Could the invading and superior Prince Wadjethotep really walk away the NGW Heavyweight champion? Yes. I could have but Carmine ruined that for all of us. So instead Devlin and Avery plotted together and came to their only conclusion. To use my title. I found it to be a bit of a surprise. The two of them still scrambling around to try and make you look good. Or maybe it’s the other way around. Maybe they see this as the final nail in your coffin Carmine. That the reaper himself is about to experience the great beyond. That in their eyes they just needed that one motivating piece to drive my desire to win a little bit further. Well it worked.”
“You see Carmine I don’t plan on losing this title. Especially to someone of your caliber. Wherever I go I’m a champion Carmine. I currently hold three championships Carmine. Now yes I do understand that my other two don’t mean anything here even if one belongs to an affiliate. This is just to prove a point on my true character. I am a champion. I get things done. You are very much the opposite of that. You are the big fish in a small pond. So now how do you react when I enter the waters? I know you’re nervous. You have to be. Knowing that I am going to be a much harder opponent than your last. You know the one you couldn’t beat in back to back matches?”
“Those past performances really have me questioning you as the angel of death Carmine. How do I even know that you are going to be a challenge? See all your talk is likely to end up worthless. I know you’ve got heart Carmine, but I know I can break it. This is a tough time for you. On the outside you keep up your proud veneer saying you will easily return to good fortune. On the inside however your mind is spinning. The questions are beginning to be asked. You couldn’t face me at a worse time Carmine. Kingsley showed the kink in your armor. I’m here to smash it.”
“At this point we both know it is worth more than titles. The gold is just a simple added extra to spark interest from the outside world and ourselves. A nice little trophy one of us gets to take home to remind us of what happened that night. It’s not the real goal however. For us this is more than about titles. This is about the feeling of joy we will have after beating the other. At one point this was for me to prove that Anzac Pro is better. Now all I can prove for that motive is that it was better. Now instead I am going to show you something most of the world already knows. That I am better. Better than you Carmine. Better than the entire roster. I am the only golden ray of light on this entire card. I am the person the people are paying to come see. I am the the main attraction Carmine. Something you used to be. Something you will never be again.”
“It is my full intention to tear you down Carmine. To leave you a wretched and wrecked man. The complete opposite of your current standing. I want you to be full of anger and hate. When you look back at Victory and Honor I want it to haunt you. I want its ghost to follow you wherever you go. Reminding you that you are nothing more than a failure. Telling you when you're hiding under the covers of your bed in the fetal position that everything is not going to be alright. I am here to ruin you Carmine. To ruin you in front of the whole world. To make you look like a child in this game of men. I can do it. You know I can. You are going to try and defend that from happening. We both know it's inevitable. This is where I would offer you the chance to just give in now. Just let things take their course and I would send a good word of you to Anubis when it comes time to weigh your heart. However we both know you are not going to take that route. Instead you are going to try and fight me along the way. That’s fine Carmine. I will take great pleasure in exposing you as the bottom barrel type you are. This is going to be NGW’s greatest match in its short history. But it’s not because of you Carmine.”
“As I watch the sand in the hourglass increase at the bottom I know now that we are getting close. I can’t wait to hear from you Carmine. To laugh at your tales and the lies you will try to weave. To hear you talk of your bravery and commitment to the cause of NGW. You are not the hero Carmine. No matter how you try to paint yourself out to be one. You claim to be the great Grim Reaper but your mortality is more apparent now than ever. Perhaps maybe that's what I'm doing here. Maybe now it's my turn to take your hand and lead you to the underworld. Don't fear the reaper Carmine. Just go gently. Or else I will make your final hours a worse hell than the one you're going to. I'll hear from you soon my friend."
The scene then ends.
NGSE, as it was previously known now, always seemed to be Anzac Pro's sister promotion. There was no higher ups playing both sides. It just was something that came to be. If you had to choose some unifying front I guess it would be that both belonged to the UWL before that seemed to shit the bed. As soon as Anzac Pro started NGSE had a presence. It started with TJ McDaniels and Reuben McCoy. Both were men he didn't think much of. Both men also didn't currently have jobs. After that there seemed to be friendly banter between the two owners. Then unfriendly banter between their roster and myself.
I would say it was nothing personal but it was. I just could never see myself wrestling for a company with sports entertainment in the name. That just isn't me. All I have ever wanted to be is a professional wrestler not a sports entertainer. I've always put more emphasis on my grappling skills than my showmanship. You just have to see one of my matches for that. Then on Twitter it just seems as if I have some kind of natural charisma. At least enough of one that tends to draw some people in.
I guess my big beef with the former NGSE started with Hayden Phoenix. Hayden signed with APW and it didn't take long for the trash talk to begin. We have been at each other's throats since April. Hayden likes to talk a big game but has never been able to back it up against me. I have gone through hell against that man. I've even beat him at his own specialty match. The fact is when it comes to facing me he can't cut the mustard. He can't even cut the mustard in his home promotion. Hayden is all hyped up for his match for the Five Lakes title. All that does for me is prove the point I was trying to make. Hayden Phoenix is nothing more than a mid carder in a second rate promotion.
But back to the topic at hand. It wasn't long after Hayden and I started getting into it that Carmine and I started to banter back and forth. I would always catch him with a quick tongue and his only response was where was my title? I had plenty of them but he was so quick to tell me if I didn't have the Anzac Pro title then I shouldn't bother talking to him. All he was doing was stalling. It was always incredibly apparent I was the best thing Anzac Pro had. Even if Wayne himself didn't want to admit it at times. As soon as I was informed that I had to beat Hayden Phoenix for the title I knew it was as good as mine.
Then I won the title and Carmine didn't have much to say back to me. I found that to be a bit humorous. After all he was the man who told me to win the belt first. Winning the Anzac Pro New Zealand title only fueled my confidence to new levels. Not only was I confident that I was the best in Anzac Pro but that I was confident that I could easily dismantle anyone and everyone in NGSE. I have a feeling Devlin Scott didn't enjoy that much. However he does know talent when he sees it. Devlin has wanted me to sign with him on more than one occasion. Even contacting me on Twitter about it. My answer was always quick and steadfast. No.
Devlin is a businessman however. He knew that if he got me on a show it would put asses in seats. That I was a bigger draw than Hayden Phoenix, Carmine Reaper, John William Kinglsey, or anyone else that they had to scrape off the bottom of a barrel to put in a wrestling ring. So Devlin struck. After months of constant verbal abuse to his company and roster Devlin was the one who issued the challenge. Not Carmine himself. He offered the big match Prince Wadjethotep vs. Carmine Reaper to be the main event at their biggest show of the year. I told him I would consider it. He knew he just had to push me a little harder. I knew I had him in my pocket. That I just had to make my move and the right demand. I wanted it for the title. Devlin agreed so long as Carmine could retain it till then.
Just like I've always thought he was Carmine was a disappointment dropping the title weeks ago. All he had to do was beat another sub par sports entertainer and then he could have got the real deal. The pressure was apparently too much for him. On the other side of the world Wayne Everett was loving every second of this. Wayne even told me in private to keep antagonizing NGSE as much as possible. To keep the heat going as long as I could. I was willing to comply. So that’s what I did. Taking shot after shot at Hayden Phoenix, Carmine Reaper, and NGSE. At the time Wayne and I both got a kick out of it. Now? Well things sure do have a way of changing fast don’t they?
Just as Anzac Pro was establishing itself in New Zealand the end came without warning. I mean of course there were rumors going about twitter like it was high school all over again. For all we knew Wayne and Devlin could have been talking about a joint show. There always seemed to be an interest in that. Then out of nowhere Avery Quinn purchased Anzac Pro the night of When Worlds Collide just to hand it over to the highest bidder. Devlin Scott. Devlin would acquire everything. Everything but our contracts. We all have opt out clauses. Now the question is do I take mine?
No matter what I face Carmine Reaper at Victory and Honor. I took that booking and I promise to fill it. After that though? The world is my oyster. With offers from New Japan Fighting Championships, New Edge Wrestling, and even Next Generation Wrestling themselves I have plenty of options. It was quite the situation. I still remember when the Diamond Wrestling Federation closed the night after I won the World title. I was a free agent and not as big a name. Not many offers came my way. Now it seemed as though promotions were kicking in the door. It was a unique feeling being wanted. It’s something I’m not sure I will ever get used to. Thus it makes my decision much harder.
But it’s not the time for that now. Instead I have to focus on one of the biggest matches of my career. The hype has been intense. It’s also never fun walking into hostile territory knowing everyone is hoping that you can’t pull it off. That you slip up and cost yourself it all. I’m weary but I’m confident. I’ve been watching Carmine for a while now. Getting used to his motions and the way he carries himself. The research has been intense. It also had its drawbacks.
When you get a new rival you tend to want to know as much about them as you can. You watch their every move. Always keeping one eye on them. Know that they want to get you before you get them. I’ve never got that feeling with Carmine. I’ve never got the notion that he has it out for me. That he just wants to beat me. Whether that is to restore faith in himself I’m not sure. It may just be to defend his home. Or for the notoriety and the pay day. For a man nicknamed the “grim reaper” I’ve never got that killer instinct vibe from him. Instead I very much got the opposite.
Carmine seems to be a good guy. He was friendly. Seemed cheerful. Had a loving relationship. Carmine was honestly starting to seem like someone he could be friends with. A man who would always look out for you. Always have your back. A man you could really trust. In all of these enlightening moments one would think it would have made me finally respect my opponent. Instead it generated a much different emotion. I hate Carmine Reaper.
Carmine seems to have it all, sans a championship. He is happy with his life. Delighted with all it has given him. Seemingly barely upset about losing the title. Somehow someway he always remains upbeat. I hate it. I hate him. Why is he so lucky? Why does he have it so nice? I’ve worked hard in my life to get where I am. I’ve lived a life with no regrets and all it has caused is misery. The sheer number of abandonments and death is mortifying and down right disheartening. Everytime I look at Carmine’s twitter I fill up with rage. Reading of how he is flying out to the west coast. How he loves his girlfriend so much. How they are finally starting their lives together. I break inside.
I don’t get that. I don’t get any of that. Instead I fly from airport to airport to wrestle for multiple companies to try and fill the void. The fact that there is no one at home waiting for me. That the woman who loved me with all her heart isn’t there anymore. That instead she is in a mausoleum. Where her ashes will rest for eternity. It breaks me. I still harbor the pain knowing it was all my fault. That I did this. That I pushed away the one person who was willing to put aside her wants and needs for my own. In my entire life I had tried to avoid having regrets. This was my second. The old cliche is that if you love someone let them go. If they come back to you then they’re yours. But what do you do if they don’t have the option to come back? What do you do then? Do you just sit around and let yourself rot away in the grief? Do you keep searching for something to try and make the pain all go away? I thought I could do that just by wrestling more. I was wrong. Plane after plane I swear I still see her face in the sea of humanity waiting for their loved ones as they exit. All these people just wanting who they love and care about to come home. She can’t go home. So as much as I can, I try not too. It’s not very fair is it?
But life isn’t fair. Now all I am left with is pain and angst. Feelings I just want to dissipate. Yet I know they won’t instead I will be haunted for as long as I remain on this earth. If my fate is to be miserable then I don’t plan on being the only one. I will drag down as many people as I can with me. Carmine wants this match. He wants the win more than anything. It is my duty to ensure that doesn’t happen. To let out all my frustration upon him. To take out everything I have built up. That man doesn’t deserve all that has been given to him. So I’m going to take it.
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The scene opens up on a dark room. A number of candles surround an Egyptian throne chair with the head of Wadjet sticking out from the back of it. The candles illuminate the surroundings but there is no detail. Just flat stone walls in each direction. Then from behind the chair we see a figure approaching. It is Prince Wadjethotep. He is shirtless and is wearing an elaborate shendyt. The Anzac Pro New Zealand championship is strapped around his waist. He approaches the throne and then sits in it. His eyes fixed to the camera.
“The time is finally upon us.”
A breath is taken then followed by a small laugh.
“Many people wondered if it would even happen. Myself included. Pondering the thought of would I ever stoop down and put myself on a NGSE card. Although now it seems as if a part of that problem is gone. I find it a bit funny that as business deals were done behind the backs of the wrestlers NGSE is planning this huge shift into NGW as they are trying to purchase Anzac Pro. Now they are no longer a sports entertainment company but a professional wrestling company ready to usher in the new generation. Or were they trying to appeal to potential new employees. Or perhaps one particular potential employee. See Devlin Scott has wanted me on his roster for a very long time. However he knew quite well that I would never put myself in a sports entertainment company on a regular basis. So thus the thought of change was then cemented in his mind. Devlin knew if he wanted me then he would have to drastically change his own company. Then just like magic what happens? Now some of you will say this absurd. Even you Carmine. I want you to sit down and really think about it. In a company of second class talent Devlin needs that man to be the ace. To draw in all the attention. Clearly it wasn’t you Carmine. Devlin needs a real champion. That’s where I come in.”
Wadjethotep looks down and rubs the Anzac Pro New Zealand championship wrapped around his waist before looking back to the camera.
“However that’s a topic for a bit later. Right now Carmine I would like to direct my attention to you. I can nearly believe it. Soon Carmine you will know what it is like to share the ring with a real champion. I’m sure however that you will remind me in some asinine way that I should be quite weary when dealing with the Grim Reaper. But I don’t think that’s really you Carmine. The imagery of the Grim Reaper has been used since the middle ages. So should I expect you to stroll into Victory and Honor riding upon a pale horse clutching a scythe and an hourglass in each hand? Is it then when I challenge you to a chess match for my pardon? Now, at this moment, as I walk through the valley of the shadow of your embodiment I do feel no evil. For I am protected by my mother. The goddess Wadjet. She is the one who will prepare the table before me in your presence Carmine. Her goodness and love will follow me. I shall dwell in the 18th Dynasty for eternity. You Carmine? You are just another man that falls before me.”
“I mean honestly Carmine your recent actions have really brought down both the intensity and meaning of this match. You had one job Carmine. To hold on to the Heavyweight title. After months of beating no more than glorified jobbers some mid carder shows up and takes the title away from you. Now I have been around long enough to know that anything can happen on any night. I’ll even give you the benefit of the doubt and say that is what happened the night you lost the title. That it was just some chance occurrence that could have happened to anyone. So then you are given a rematch. Your chance to prove it was all nothing but a fluke. Instead Carmine what do you do? Lose. Again. All you have done is show that this is nothing more than a mismatch at this point. Proving my point that you are nothing more than a subpar opponent in a subpar promotion. All you will now be remembered for is being champion at NGW’s weakest time.”
Prince Wadjethotep then unhooks the New Zealand championship and drapes it around his shoulder.
“But of course Devlin has to come running to his golden boy. This match was hyped as being a title match. That was part of the alure. Could the invading and superior Prince Wadjethotep really walk away the NGW Heavyweight champion? Yes. I could have but Carmine ruined that for all of us. So instead Devlin and Avery plotted together and came to their only conclusion. To use my title. I found it to be a bit of a surprise. The two of them still scrambling around to try and make you look good. Or maybe it’s the other way around. Maybe they see this as the final nail in your coffin Carmine. That the reaper himself is about to experience the great beyond. That in their eyes they just needed that one motivating piece to drive my desire to win a little bit further. Well it worked.”
“You see Carmine I don’t plan on losing this title. Especially to someone of your caliber. Wherever I go I’m a champion Carmine. I currently hold three championships Carmine. Now yes I do understand that my other two don’t mean anything here even if one belongs to an affiliate. This is just to prove a point on my true character. I am a champion. I get things done. You are very much the opposite of that. You are the big fish in a small pond. So now how do you react when I enter the waters? I know you’re nervous. You have to be. Knowing that I am going to be a much harder opponent than your last. You know the one you couldn’t beat in back to back matches?”
“Those past performances really have me questioning you as the angel of death Carmine. How do I even know that you are going to be a challenge? See all your talk is likely to end up worthless. I know you’ve got heart Carmine, but I know I can break it. This is a tough time for you. On the outside you keep up your proud veneer saying you will easily return to good fortune. On the inside however your mind is spinning. The questions are beginning to be asked. You couldn’t face me at a worse time Carmine. Kingsley showed the kink in your armor. I’m here to smash it.”
“At this point we both know it is worth more than titles. The gold is just a simple added extra to spark interest from the outside world and ourselves. A nice little trophy one of us gets to take home to remind us of what happened that night. It’s not the real goal however. For us this is more than about titles. This is about the feeling of joy we will have after beating the other. At one point this was for me to prove that Anzac Pro is better. Now all I can prove for that motive is that it was better. Now instead I am going to show you something most of the world already knows. That I am better. Better than you Carmine. Better than the entire roster. I am the only golden ray of light on this entire card. I am the person the people are paying to come see. I am the the main attraction Carmine. Something you used to be. Something you will never be again.”
“It is my full intention to tear you down Carmine. To leave you a wretched and wrecked man. The complete opposite of your current standing. I want you to be full of anger and hate. When you look back at Victory and Honor I want it to haunt you. I want its ghost to follow you wherever you go. Reminding you that you are nothing more than a failure. Telling you when you're hiding under the covers of your bed in the fetal position that everything is not going to be alright. I am here to ruin you Carmine. To ruin you in front of the whole world. To make you look like a child in this game of men. I can do it. You know I can. You are going to try and defend that from happening. We both know it's inevitable. This is where I would offer you the chance to just give in now. Just let things take their course and I would send a good word of you to Anubis when it comes time to weigh your heart. However we both know you are not going to take that route. Instead you are going to try and fight me along the way. That’s fine Carmine. I will take great pleasure in exposing you as the bottom barrel type you are. This is going to be NGW’s greatest match in its short history. But it’s not because of you Carmine.”
“As I watch the sand in the hourglass increase at the bottom I know now that we are getting close. I can’t wait to hear from you Carmine. To laugh at your tales and the lies you will try to weave. To hear you talk of your bravery and commitment to the cause of NGW. You are not the hero Carmine. No matter how you try to paint yourself out to be one. You claim to be the great Grim Reaper but your mortality is more apparent now than ever. Perhaps maybe that's what I'm doing here. Maybe now it's my turn to take your hand and lead you to the underworld. Don't fear the reaper Carmine. Just go gently. Or else I will make your final hours a worse hell than the one you're going to. I'll hear from you soon my friend."
The scene then ends.
