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Post by raze on Jan 19, 2024 14:21:44 GMT -8
Sitting on a large boulder, somewhere in the hills of who knows where, Raze- with a fresh new cut on his forehead- looks at the camera through his sunglasses, greeting it with indifference. Picking up a small pebble, he looks away and throws it somewhere out of frame.
Raze: You know, I was aware that I would have people test me. Not just in my abilities, but my patience. Temper too, so I came here to cool off a bit.
He looks down and sighs, à little exasperated. After a beat, he looks back up, ready to talk.
Raze: Rowena Byrne, Daughter of Insanity. You know what I find funny? That you and I stand on opposite sides of the line. I'm not joking, we do have more in common than you realise. I know the road you're on and you know what I see?
He takes off his sunglasses, allowing viewers to look at his dark brown eyes and better see the scars on his face.
Raze: My footprints. I've been where you are now. I've been where you've yet to venture. You seem to have this stupid notion that you know more about the hardcore style than I do. You claim you've seen brutality like I never did.
He allows himself a little smile, apparently in a brief moment of mild amusement.
Raze: I had three hardcore titles from the umbrella company's promotions, what they called the Triple Crown of Thorns. They dubbed the holder "King of Thorns", where my moniker comes from. You know how many hardcore, deathmatch types I beat back then?
He stands up and rolls his shoulder, then folds the arms of his sunglasses and lets them hang off the neck of his t-shirt, slightly exposing the scar across his throat when he lifts his chin.
Raze: All of them. Every single one, losing just once. Just one time and one title, which I soon won back. But see, that's not what should concern you. It's not the pain I can inflict that should give you pause. It's not the size difference, strength difference, not even experience of the Indies before hitting it big or indie appearances after I left. Only two things ought to concern you if you've any sense in you.
He paces left and right, saying nothing for a few seconds as he collects his thoughts.
Raze: It's my ability to absorb punishment and keep getting up. It's what it took to keep me down. I remember one time, I came up with a fun new weapon. Suicide gloves, I called them. Big, thick leather gauntlets with pitch over the backs of the hands. Put them on, set them on fire and start swinging. They got used against me at the end of a tough battle against a guy built like a fucking beast. I lost that one, but that was long after those titles got retired.
He gives a big shrug, as if to say "what can you do?"
Raze: Shit happens. But are you getting it now? How far people had to go, how deep they had to dig just to beat me? I mean, granted, I did worse shit than that to people, but that's what you're dealing with. So a title belt to the head doesn't even crack my top ten.
He sits back down, then brushes his hair off of his face with his hand and lightly touched the cut on his forehead, tracing the line with his fingers.
Raze: The other thing is my ability to adapt. To anything. Anything at all. To analyse while fighting, change my game plan on the fly, which only gets easier with time. The hardcore style was once my whole world, much like it seems to be yours. But then it became just a foundation to build on. I expanded my horizons and honed my craft so that I would be capable of so much more.
He tilts his head quickly to one side, cracking his neck. An old habit, but one that served a purpose as he gives a quiet, contented sigh, having relieved the slight pressure.
Raze: It's how I was able to stand my ground, blow for blow, against seven foot giants. It's how I learned how to chase down high fliers, how I learned to outmanoeuvre the best ring technicians and submission specialists in the world. It's how I held the world in my hands at the very top of the biggest company in the world at the time. Adapt and survive. Evolution in action. And it's how I'm going to beat you. Had you just hit me without a weapon, I'd have hit back, but I'd have then let it go. But it went as it went, so here we are. By the way, this isn't me asking for a title shot, this is a matter between you and I that needs settling. The titles, all that stuff can wait another time.
He claps his hands together once as he clasps them together, leaning forward with his forearms resting on his knees, the leathér of his jacket creaking slightly.
Raze: I know you're tough. I mean, you make Travis nervous, that's not for nothing. I don't doubt you know shit in all things hardcore, but to think you know more than an innovator? You're tough, you're fast, but you're naive. You're reckless. You're basically a female version of my younger self. I used to be almost exactly like you.
He can't help but laugh quietly as he considers how similar they are.
Raze: But you made a big mistake. But I know why you did it. I know why you attacked Rebecca Maverick after the match, I know why you came at me, and better bet I know why Ricky Stanton came out to stop me and not you, even if you don't know the reason for the latter. But the former? To make a name for yourself. I get it, I really do. I have no problem sharing insights with younger up-and-comers in the business, but you're going to be taught in a different way. So don't complain, you're getting what you want. Name the time and place for the match in One Wrestle. Be it Glory, be it Legendary forty-seven or any other show. In the meantime, I'll make sure I'm in peak condition to meet the challenge.
The scene cuts to black as the promo ends.
Raze: You know, I was aware that I would have people test me. Not just in my abilities, but my patience. Temper too, so I came here to cool off a bit.
He looks down and sighs, à little exasperated. After a beat, he looks back up, ready to talk.
Raze: Rowena Byrne, Daughter of Insanity. You know what I find funny? That you and I stand on opposite sides of the line. I'm not joking, we do have more in common than you realise. I know the road you're on and you know what I see?
He takes off his sunglasses, allowing viewers to look at his dark brown eyes and better see the scars on his face.
Raze: My footprints. I've been where you are now. I've been where you've yet to venture. You seem to have this stupid notion that you know more about the hardcore style than I do. You claim you've seen brutality like I never did.
He allows himself a little smile, apparently in a brief moment of mild amusement.
Raze: I had three hardcore titles from the umbrella company's promotions, what they called the Triple Crown of Thorns. They dubbed the holder "King of Thorns", where my moniker comes from. You know how many hardcore, deathmatch types I beat back then?
He stands up and rolls his shoulder, then folds the arms of his sunglasses and lets them hang off the neck of his t-shirt, slightly exposing the scar across his throat when he lifts his chin.
Raze: All of them. Every single one, losing just once. Just one time and one title, which I soon won back. But see, that's not what should concern you. It's not the pain I can inflict that should give you pause. It's not the size difference, strength difference, not even experience of the Indies before hitting it big or indie appearances after I left. Only two things ought to concern you if you've any sense in you.
He paces left and right, saying nothing for a few seconds as he collects his thoughts.
Raze: It's my ability to absorb punishment and keep getting up. It's what it took to keep me down. I remember one time, I came up with a fun new weapon. Suicide gloves, I called them. Big, thick leather gauntlets with pitch over the backs of the hands. Put them on, set them on fire and start swinging. They got used against me at the end of a tough battle against a guy built like a fucking beast. I lost that one, but that was long after those titles got retired.
He gives a big shrug, as if to say "what can you do?"
Raze: Shit happens. But are you getting it now? How far people had to go, how deep they had to dig just to beat me? I mean, granted, I did worse shit than that to people, but that's what you're dealing with. So a title belt to the head doesn't even crack my top ten.
He sits back down, then brushes his hair off of his face with his hand and lightly touched the cut on his forehead, tracing the line with his fingers.
Raze: The other thing is my ability to adapt. To anything. Anything at all. To analyse while fighting, change my game plan on the fly, which only gets easier with time. The hardcore style was once my whole world, much like it seems to be yours. But then it became just a foundation to build on. I expanded my horizons and honed my craft so that I would be capable of so much more.
He tilts his head quickly to one side, cracking his neck. An old habit, but one that served a purpose as he gives a quiet, contented sigh, having relieved the slight pressure.
Raze: It's how I was able to stand my ground, blow for blow, against seven foot giants. It's how I learned how to chase down high fliers, how I learned to outmanoeuvre the best ring technicians and submission specialists in the world. It's how I held the world in my hands at the very top of the biggest company in the world at the time. Adapt and survive. Evolution in action. And it's how I'm going to beat you. Had you just hit me without a weapon, I'd have hit back, but I'd have then let it go. But it went as it went, so here we are. By the way, this isn't me asking for a title shot, this is a matter between you and I that needs settling. The titles, all that stuff can wait another time.
He claps his hands together once as he clasps them together, leaning forward with his forearms resting on his knees, the leathér of his jacket creaking slightly.
Raze: I know you're tough. I mean, you make Travis nervous, that's not for nothing. I don't doubt you know shit in all things hardcore, but to think you know more than an innovator? You're tough, you're fast, but you're naive. You're reckless. You're basically a female version of my younger self. I used to be almost exactly like you.
He can't help but laugh quietly as he considers how similar they are.
Raze: But you made a big mistake. But I know why you did it. I know why you attacked Rebecca Maverick after the match, I know why you came at me, and better bet I know why Ricky Stanton came out to stop me and not you, even if you don't know the reason for the latter. But the former? To make a name for yourself. I get it, I really do. I have no problem sharing insights with younger up-and-comers in the business, but you're going to be taught in a different way. So don't complain, you're getting what you want. Name the time and place for the match in One Wrestle. Be it Glory, be it Legendary forty-seven or any other show. In the meantime, I'll make sure I'm in peak condition to meet the challenge.
The scene cuts to black as the promo ends.