Post by EmbodimentOfFear on Mar 18, 2011 13:13:17 GMT -5
March 15
It has been said that the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Perhaps I can be forgiven if I am not so quick to accept Jet Somers as such.
Somers has chosen to fight a war on two fronts, one that is necessary with the Human Resources Department, the other with his own former ally, and my upcoming opponent, the self-proclaimed Cyclone. It is a scenario that I teeter on finding myself in as well, as not only is JK my upcoming opponent, but the time is coming to take a stand against this new power.
I just need Alan to put the damned controller down.
“I got Shuma-Gorath, he’s all yours if you want him, I’m taking Jill though.”
Phrixus looked up from his lap top.
“What?”
“MvC.”
“You haven’t gotten me to play yet. What makes you think I’m going to start now?”
“I keep telling you, old buddy, you need to relax. So you’ve got a big title match coming up. So what? You know that championship better than anybody. You got this.”
“And where do you stand?”
“You know I got your back, I always do.”
“You’re the referee.”
“Yeah?”
The Talk leans over and takes a look at the laptop.
“Wow, when did that happen?”
“Somers used his purse to add you.”
“When did he do that?”
“Last week. Were you even in the building?”
“I was waiting for PSN to update.”
The Talk thinks for a moment.
“Somers…the one that dressed up like ‘Star last year?”
“Right.”
“What’s he doing make me the referee for your match? Doesn’t he hate you?”
“I’m not sure how he ties his shoes. That’s not the point. I’m saying you’re the referee, how are you going to handle it.”
“Down the middle, like I should. Know your roots, man. You’re a competitor, and one of the best. You defined the Cross-Hemisphere Title, and beat me twice when you were doing it. You don’t need me to change the slope. Just do what you do.”
“And if JK does what he’s been doing?”
“What’s that?”
“Kid’s angry about something, taking it out on the world. Showing off his “dark side” to let us know it.”
“Don’t worry about that. I know my roots too.”
March 18
Alan is right. Years ago, I defined the Cross-Hemisphere Championship. I was the standard by which all of its holders were measured against. Now, this modern audience knows it by the lackluster championship reigns of John Russo and Andy Savana. It’s fallen to the backburner, so often an afterthought, held by champions that can’t always even be bothered to show up to defend it. It is time to redefine this championship, one that is most near and dear to my heart, for a new era.
For all his noise, all his anger, JK is a child playing war. I remember how much I “knew” at his age. I knew everything. We all did. Now I know so little, and I’ve forgotten nothing. He has turned his back on his friends, turned his back on his family. Blood is thicker than water, but it can be thinned if you work hard enough at it. I should know.
JK has impressive aspirations, nipping at the heels of the World Champion. As it does so often, his reach exceeds his grasp. Yet his actions show to me a disrespect and lack of appreciation to the championship he already holds, a burden that I am only too happy to relieve him of.
“The Cyclone” believes he is ready to face the world. He’s about to learn that the world is a scary place.
No one teaches that lesson better than I.
It has been said that the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Perhaps I can be forgiven if I am not so quick to accept Jet Somers as such.
Somers has chosen to fight a war on two fronts, one that is necessary with the Human Resources Department, the other with his own former ally, and my upcoming opponent, the self-proclaimed Cyclone. It is a scenario that I teeter on finding myself in as well, as not only is JK my upcoming opponent, but the time is coming to take a stand against this new power.
I just need Alan to put the damned controller down.
- - - - -
“I got Shuma-Gorath, he’s all yours if you want him, I’m taking Jill though.”
Phrixus looked up from his lap top.
“What?”
“MvC.”
“You haven’t gotten me to play yet. What makes you think I’m going to start now?”
“I keep telling you, old buddy, you need to relax. So you’ve got a big title match coming up. So what? You know that championship better than anybody. You got this.”
“And where do you stand?”
“You know I got your back, I always do.”
“You’re the referee.”
“Yeah?”
The Talk leans over and takes a look at the laptop.
“Wow, when did that happen?”
“Somers used his purse to add you.”
“When did he do that?”
“Last week. Were you even in the building?”
“I was waiting for PSN to update.”
The Talk thinks for a moment.
“Somers…the one that dressed up like ‘Star last year?”
“Right.”
“What’s he doing make me the referee for your match? Doesn’t he hate you?”
“I’m not sure how he ties his shoes. That’s not the point. I’m saying you’re the referee, how are you going to handle it.”
“Down the middle, like I should. Know your roots, man. You’re a competitor, and one of the best. You defined the Cross-Hemisphere Title, and beat me twice when you were doing it. You don’t need me to change the slope. Just do what you do.”
“And if JK does what he’s been doing?”
“What’s that?”
“Kid’s angry about something, taking it out on the world. Showing off his “dark side” to let us know it.”
“Don’t worry about that. I know my roots too.”
- - - - -
March 18
Alan is right. Years ago, I defined the Cross-Hemisphere Championship. I was the standard by which all of its holders were measured against. Now, this modern audience knows it by the lackluster championship reigns of John Russo and Andy Savana. It’s fallen to the backburner, so often an afterthought, held by champions that can’t always even be bothered to show up to defend it. It is time to redefine this championship, one that is most near and dear to my heart, for a new era.
For all his noise, all his anger, JK is a child playing war. I remember how much I “knew” at his age. I knew everything. We all did. Now I know so little, and I’ve forgotten nothing. He has turned his back on his friends, turned his back on his family. Blood is thicker than water, but it can be thinned if you work hard enough at it. I should know.
JK has impressive aspirations, nipping at the heels of the World Champion. As it does so often, his reach exceeds his grasp. Yet his actions show to me a disrespect and lack of appreciation to the championship he already holds, a burden that I am only too happy to relieve him of.
“The Cyclone” believes he is ready to face the world. He’s about to learn that the world is a scary place.
No one teaches that lesson better than I.
