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The Ring
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Topic Started: May 22 2018, 12:42 AM (33 Views)
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May 22 2018, 12:42 AM
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A quick cut from commercial break and the camera is focused on a palatial office. The interior decoration immediately gives away its owner. Dotted around the area is memorabilia of none other than "Hall of Famer" Mark Graves. Posters, pieces of ring gear, replica title belts with custom name plates, t-shirts, merchandise, all of them dated no later than 2015 cover the interior in a cacophony of decorative masturbation. It resembles the den of some sick super fan if it wasn't for the quality of furniture and the window overlooking a vast stretch of property, unmolested by other houses or views of any kind of city. It's clear from the interior that Graves has had a cushy "retirement."
The owner of the room sits at his desk, which contrasts the rest of the room by being a clutter. Filled to the brim with documents unintelligible to most, the astute viewer could catch a print out of LeBlanc's "Information Access Ratio" letter and a transcript of his "Staplehouse" promo.
Graves sits, a rather cross look on his face, a marked contrast from the puffed up look he has brought to many arenas. He is dressed in a button up shirt and jeans, what could be called his new style. He opens his mouth to speak yet takes a long pause, trying his best to contain a burning anger.
Mark Graves: Honestly, Alex, I expected better of you. I thought that penciling in the match for Summerfest would have been enough of a response. I thought that making this match official would have been all you needed to know that I wish to demonstrate just how wrong you are. I believed that would have spoken more than any amount of empty words thrown in your direction. But considering your incendiary and downright slanderous accusations towards my great character, you have left me no choice but to respond.
Graves takes a breath and reins himself in, careful not to yell and disrupt the sanctity of his quiet office space.
Mark Graves: For the record, I am not scared that you have called me out at all. In fact, in some ways I welcome it. There is no better way to demonstrate my superiority than by knocking the so-called "moral compass" down a peg. However, I do not welcome your downright untrue allegations aimed at building a false perception of my character.
Graves takes another pause as he organizes the cluttered documents on his desk into an orderly pile. He makes it a priority to show keep the Hall of Fame ring on his left ring finger visible to the camera.
Mark Graves: Let me make one thing perfectly clear, I am not a paper lion, I am not a pretender to the throne, and I am certainly not some inferior mental midget. You seem to think that I'm some sort of “washed up part-timer” back because I have some insatiable need for the spotlight. Well I'll tell you plainly that I am not interested in whatever this ridiculous rabid legion of fans thinks of me. I couldn't care less about their applause. I'm not coming as the “Heavy Metal Snail” (what a ridiculous nickname), I'm not going to be doing any of those absurdly named signatures; I'm not going to go around high fiving them or doing any other things to hype them up or try to go for any kind of ludicrous nostalgia pop. I don't need them or anyone to shine a spotlight on me.
I'm only back for one reason, to demonstrate the weight of history.
At this point, Graves stands up and pushes his chair in. The anger inside him is building but he is still firmly in control.
Mark Graves: Because I have looked at the data, analyzed what was there, and I made a very simple conclusion: since my departure, there has been no one who could hold a candle to me. Oh sure, you could point to some of the Undisputed Champions who held the belt after my time, but they were people who filled in after I left. When I was at the top, they were jerking the curtain and that's because they couldn't compete on my level, the bar had to be lowered for them.
As for you....well, you knew better to step aside once I rose through the ranks. When I was competing, you stayed away from the main event because you knew you would fall short.
And as for this new crowd, you could say they're full of talent but they would simply crumble if they tried to compete with me.
Because four years ago, I was the best wrestler this company had to offer and that is still true today. I rested on my laurels waiting for someone to overlap me and not a single one of them came close.
Graves steps out from behind his desk and walks closer to the camera, slowly and deliberately, choosing each word he says very carefully.
Mark Graves: I'm here to demonstrate that. I am here to show this third rate roster exactly what they're up against the next time they think of creating a legacy. Because I'm not just any Hall of Famer. I'm Hall of Famer Mark Graves, after I won wrestler of the year, they stopped giving out the award because they knew no one could top me. I could come to this company after four years, fourteen years, forty years, and I'd still be the best wrestler that this company has to offer and it wouldn't be a close race. I'm not desperate for relevance, I already proved it years ago.
And that brings me to Alex LeBlanc. The self-proclaimed staple of PRW, the alleged best wrestler under 215, the man who said he could be fighting Mordred or Owens but chooses not to because he has accepted his role as a sort of guardian of this organization.
And he acts like I'm full of hot air. For all the talk of how I am disgracing the Hall of Fame ring, the only one who is truly disgracing the ring is you, Alex.
You sit there, talking about how you could be still at the top and how you accept your inferior role as if there's pride in mediocrity. You talk about how this company is morally bankrupt and yet you still stand there acting as if the institution is worth defending. You crow on about how you're a staple when all you've done for the past year is work a series of unremarkable, forgettable matches. You say I've disgraced my ring when you've sat around letting your legacy degrade. The only thing that separates you from just another unremarkable lower midcarder is that ring on your finger.
Graves gets even closer to the camera and takes his ring off. He holds it up to the camera, letting it appreciate its splendor, though many would consider its sold gold shine and excess of diamonds a little gaudy.
Mark Graves: This ring, this is more than some mere trinket, this is a symbol, a symbol that you are elite, that you are above the masses, that you are the best of the best. Or at least that's what it's supposed to mean. But you seem to have gotten it in your head that holding the ring is an invitation to fade away, to wither and die on the vine, to take a step down. You seem to think holding this ring means admitting that your best years are behind you and that it's time to spin your wheels until your body craps out and you can't wrestle anymore.
Graves puts the ring back on, making a bit of a show of putting it back on for the camera.
Mark Graves: Well let me tell you something, Alex. Maybe you think this ring means your best years are behind you but that is not the case with me. I'm still the same top level talent I was when I left and I will only grow further from there. I took a break for four years and I'm stronger than I ever was. You say you could challenge for the Undisputed Title, you could look at the roster and say you're the best...
...well I WILL be Undisputed Champion and I AM the best wrestler in this company. There are no hypotheticals about me. There are no doubts. Just because you've given up on your ambitions doesn't mean that everyone who wears this ring needs to follow your example.
So go on, keep telling yourself that you're happy as the “Staplehouse” of PRW. Just know that if you come to Summerfest thinking that all I need is a gatekeeper well...
...I'll kick you to the side and bust right through that goddamn gate. I've already done it before.
With that, the camera fades to a graphic hyping up Graves and LeBlanc's match for Summerfest.
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