Post by Jet Somers on Dec 12, 2015 23:45:21 GMT -5
Welcome to UGWC, Matt! I really mean that. It means a lot to me that the two of us have been selected as the goodwill ambassadors of our respective companies. It means that, of anyone on our respective rosters, we have been picked to close out the end of the year as the representatives of two companies that stand out amongst the collection of federations which have shared an unprecedented level of competition this year.
You know, this meaningless match is indicative of this entire year. Not that my mirrored quests have been without cause or effect, I did everything in my power to bring Chaos back from the darkside, and now he is one of the most successful men on the UGWC roster this year. But my ultimate goal, that of repairing the shattered remains of my entire family, has been an utter failure.
As I said last Monday, anyone who can keep up with Chaos as a partner is deserving of attention, and you're not the least of them. He's been known to take on challenges with Cypress Morgan, Eden Morgan, Jezebel Saint, Klaus vonKnorre, and many others at his side. I know those names will probably mean little to you, but know that it's a varied menagerie of talents, and you've earned your place amongst them.
The truth is, Chaos is the only reason either of us is in this match. He's the only reason either of us has any real measure of success out of this year at all. Who is the superior partner? Chaos. Chad Anthony. That's why this match is mostly moot, and why I say the superior partner is the one Chaos reaches down to at the end of the match.
For the sake of competition, however, I'll do the expected thing, and tick off the reasons I feel make The Wild Card the best partner Chaos has ever had.
If you look at my track record over the last year and half, it's fairly simple to understand why you might be the favorite partner. My list of sins where my allies are concerned stretches from here to LA, New York, Atlanta, New Orleans... What you see when I'm out there in the ring, under the lights and adulation of millions of fans, is UGWC's golden boy paragon. The number one babyface since day one. But look closer, Matt. See what a piece of shit I really am.
Chaos and I have known one another through mutual friends and family for many years. He's always looked out for everyone in my real family, a stalwart warrior there to defend the people he cared for the most. He and I worked together for the first time a few years back, when we colluded to set the trap for a psychopath who needed our special brand of retribution. Without going into the confusing details, know that in order to pull this off, Chaos had to take on an obnoxious alter ego, and I had to play the part of the reluctant, if annoyed, host to that personality. From there, as he donned his better known Drunken Buzzsaw personality, we had to let that tenuous relationship spiral into a vicious and bitter quarrel. You see... in order to pull off that year long charade, we had to trust one another implicitly. There's no way someone can get away with doing and saying the things we did to one another without having faith in the each other's intentions. For that entire year, we had to lay bare our weakest flaws so the other could expose it and rub it raw. For two men who didn't know each other very well, that took an unbelievable leap of faith.
So lets talk about how many lives were lost because we did that. How we let that crap spiral so far out of control that it cost us more than one trusted friend. Forget for a moment that several members of the club are no longer patched because of this crusade. What about we talk about the fragile young lives we destroyed in the process, the broken hearts of our allies who weren't all the way in on the joke... All we managed to prove was that, with the exception of a very few key people, we hesitate to put our full trust in anyone. And you're so far out of that circle you barely register, Matt, so I don't understand how you think you matter to Chad more than a momentary twist of fate he had to make the best of.
Last year, when I lost one of my best friends to greed and betrayal, Chaos and I led a caravan of bikes on my first cross country trip. For years I'd played the repressed straight edged teetotaler, and I needed a keener edge to my life in order to blunt the pain of having been taken advantage of. Chaos was instrumental in my devleopment as a prospect of the Devil's Most Wanted MC. I don't mean to make him sound less dangerous than he is, but to me, he was less like the "Drunken Buzzsaw" in that time, and more like a caring older brother. Sure, he was introducing me to a debauched world, but he also took care of me, watched my back, made sure nothing terrible happened to me out on the road. For me, that was the true beginning of our partnership, knowing that no matter what happened, Chad had my back.
Which in and of itself is what makes me the superior partner. He was handed you, he chose me. Do you think, if this exhibition match came down to a real tooth and nail fight, Chaos would choose you to support? Chaos has my back no matter what, as I have his. And I proved that over and over this year.
At one point, I'd walked away from wrestling. I couldn't handle the way the drama here wrecked the personal life outside the ring. I wasn't going to ever step foot back in UGWC, a wrestling ring, or even an MMA fight, the first sport in which I made a name for myself. Chaos and my brother-in-law Cypress helped get me into the Nomads, where I could feel at home on the road, finding new purpose for my life. A naive person would say that, during a time when my family might have needed me the most, I ran. This coudn't be farther from the truth, because the moment a member my sister let me know Chaos was in trouble, I rushed across two continents to see what I could do to save him. I wound up locked into a penthouse in South America, with every moment of my life filmed and broadcast across the world, trapped with some of my most bitter enemies, and a brother I no longer knew at all. And it was worth it, because it opened the door to Chaos' recovery.
And it proved that Fear still had my number. It proved that I was still barely a blip on Dirge's radar. It proved that I'd tried to turn yet another young talent in The Mainstreamer into a tool to be manipulated under the guise of fostering his debut in UGWC. It proved that I could still ignore people like The Crimson Ghost and Jason Pryde if they couldn't somehow be weaved into my scheme. And it proved that I was still a poison to the existence of Eden Morgan.
It wasn't long after that Chaos and I finally got a chance to prove ourselves in the ring as Cooperative Champions. It was just before the Outlast Pay Per View, an event notorious for exploiting and twisting the classic team dynamics of wrestling. Chaos had been chosen as a captain, and I saw that night as a way to demonstrate to a still emotionally reeling brother that he could count on me as a partner, a teammate, and that he had the ability to inspire that sort of cooperation in anyone he chose to back him. He needed that trust restored, that the people he had put his stamp on, including his lover and best friend, were worth redemption in his eyes. You see, to truly understand Chaos, you have to understand the source of the things that pain him. He was just as torn up by what he saw as naive foolishness on his part, as he was about the imagined betrayal from his most beloved family.
And I read the dynamic of that match like a book. I looked across the ring and saw a stable crumbling in on itself, green rookies who were beginning to rust from never being used, a friend desperate to sacrifice himself to prove his loyalty, lifelong friends squabbling over an assumed slight, a man haunted by the ghost of the mentor he felt he'd failed--and I saw an opportunity to manipulate all that to my designs. I handed Chaos the first taste of victory he'd had in ages, and I did it by exploiting the weaknesses in all those other teams at their breaking points. That's the kind of friend I am, Matt. I'll give you what I feel is best for you whether you ask for it or not, and I'll do it at the expense of the greatest number of sacrifices possible. My unique ability to exploit and take advantage of people is what makes me the worst possible partner you could have.
Since then, you know the story. We've defended time and time again, proving ourselves the strongest Cooperative team in not only UGWC, but even against outsiders and newcomers as they've come to challenge us on our own turf. You've also had several defenses with Chaos as your partner, and I commend you for that. I know you say we aren't equals, and it's a shame you feel that way, because I feel we equally contributed to the success Chaos is seeing now.
Of course, I could point out that whenever there are multiple teams stacked against us, like at the Cooperative Roulette in Las Vegas, we still managed to swat down the best of the best that could be thrown at us. But I'd much rather point out the fact that you're already stepping into the match at an extreme disadvantage you hadn't banked on when you brazenly stepped into my arena and challenged me, a disadvantage I won't have to face until long after Chaos has forgotten who the hell Matt Meyhu ever was. You two are no longer Champions together. That's got to be... such a disappointment hanging over your head as you travel to Horizons.
For the time being, I can only wish you good luck, Matt. And match or no, it's not important to me who eventually wins, I see us as two very important guides on Chaos's road to recovery, and when I see him lovingly embracing Xandy, when I see him and Lucky sharing a couple of Chadweisers over changing the oil in a Harley, when I see him bouncing Haileigh Marie on his knee, the proud papa he was meant to be, that he'd wanted to be since back in 1997. Eight long years later, and he finally can absolve himelf of the pain he'd tortured himself with for almost a whole decade. You were a part of that, brother, and I'm proud to stand across the ring from you in his honor.
And I can't wait to see the look on your face when you step into the ring, strapless, amongst the true Cooperative Champions. I'd say the sooner this is over, the better, but it's going to be a pleasure putting on a clinic with my brother watching from on high. Who is the superior partner? Ask yourself that every day for over five hundred days, and the answer will always be the same, because that's how long I've proven myself over and over as the greatest Cooperative Champion this industry has ever seen. You don't need a match to determine that, stupid, you can ask Travis Pierce. You can ask Chaos himself. I'm the longest reigning, most multiple time winning Cooperative Champion in UGWC, and a fluke promotional interfed twist of chance will never surmount the partnerships I've built with my own two hands. Because anyone who wears the twin to the championship belt around my waist will see himself march with me to greatness over and over... whether he likes it or not.
You know, this meaningless match is indicative of this entire year. Not that my mirrored quests have been without cause or effect, I did everything in my power to bring Chaos back from the darkside, and now he is one of the most successful men on the UGWC roster this year. But my ultimate goal, that of repairing the shattered remains of my entire family, has been an utter failure.
As I said last Monday, anyone who can keep up with Chaos as a partner is deserving of attention, and you're not the least of them. He's been known to take on challenges with Cypress Morgan, Eden Morgan, Jezebel Saint, Klaus vonKnorre, and many others at his side. I know those names will probably mean little to you, but know that it's a varied menagerie of talents, and you've earned your place amongst them.
The truth is, Chaos is the only reason either of us is in this match. He's the only reason either of us has any real measure of success out of this year at all. Who is the superior partner? Chaos. Chad Anthony. That's why this match is mostly moot, and why I say the superior partner is the one Chaos reaches down to at the end of the match.
For the sake of competition, however, I'll do the expected thing, and tick off the reasons I feel make The Wild Card the best partner Chaos has ever had.
If you look at my track record over the last year and half, it's fairly simple to understand why you might be the favorite partner. My list of sins where my allies are concerned stretches from here to LA, New York, Atlanta, New Orleans... What you see when I'm out there in the ring, under the lights and adulation of millions of fans, is UGWC's golden boy paragon. The number one babyface since day one. But look closer, Matt. See what a piece of shit I really am.
Chaos and I have known one another through mutual friends and family for many years. He's always looked out for everyone in my real family, a stalwart warrior there to defend the people he cared for the most. He and I worked together for the first time a few years back, when we colluded to set the trap for a psychopath who needed our special brand of retribution. Without going into the confusing details, know that in order to pull this off, Chaos had to take on an obnoxious alter ego, and I had to play the part of the reluctant, if annoyed, host to that personality. From there, as he donned his better known Drunken Buzzsaw personality, we had to let that tenuous relationship spiral into a vicious and bitter quarrel. You see... in order to pull off that year long charade, we had to trust one another implicitly. There's no way someone can get away with doing and saying the things we did to one another without having faith in the each other's intentions. For that entire year, we had to lay bare our weakest flaws so the other could expose it and rub it raw. For two men who didn't know each other very well, that took an unbelievable leap of faith.
So lets talk about how many lives were lost because we did that. How we let that crap spiral so far out of control that it cost us more than one trusted friend. Forget for a moment that several members of the club are no longer patched because of this crusade. What about we talk about the fragile young lives we destroyed in the process, the broken hearts of our allies who weren't all the way in on the joke... All we managed to prove was that, with the exception of a very few key people, we hesitate to put our full trust in anyone. And you're so far out of that circle you barely register, Matt, so I don't understand how you think you matter to Chad more than a momentary twist of fate he had to make the best of.
Last year, when I lost one of my best friends to greed and betrayal, Chaos and I led a caravan of bikes on my first cross country trip. For years I'd played the repressed straight edged teetotaler, and I needed a keener edge to my life in order to blunt the pain of having been taken advantage of. Chaos was instrumental in my devleopment as a prospect of the Devil's Most Wanted MC. I don't mean to make him sound less dangerous than he is, but to me, he was less like the "Drunken Buzzsaw" in that time, and more like a caring older brother. Sure, he was introducing me to a debauched world, but he also took care of me, watched my back, made sure nothing terrible happened to me out on the road. For me, that was the true beginning of our partnership, knowing that no matter what happened, Chad had my back.
Which in and of itself is what makes me the superior partner. He was handed you, he chose me. Do you think, if this exhibition match came down to a real tooth and nail fight, Chaos would choose you to support? Chaos has my back no matter what, as I have his. And I proved that over and over this year.
At one point, I'd walked away from wrestling. I couldn't handle the way the drama here wrecked the personal life outside the ring. I wasn't going to ever step foot back in UGWC, a wrestling ring, or even an MMA fight, the first sport in which I made a name for myself. Chaos and my brother-in-law Cypress helped get me into the Nomads, where I could feel at home on the road, finding new purpose for my life. A naive person would say that, during a time when my family might have needed me the most, I ran. This coudn't be farther from the truth, because the moment a member my sister let me know Chaos was in trouble, I rushed across two continents to see what I could do to save him. I wound up locked into a penthouse in South America, with every moment of my life filmed and broadcast across the world, trapped with some of my most bitter enemies, and a brother I no longer knew at all. And it was worth it, because it opened the door to Chaos' recovery.
And it proved that Fear still had my number. It proved that I was still barely a blip on Dirge's radar. It proved that I'd tried to turn yet another young talent in The Mainstreamer into a tool to be manipulated under the guise of fostering his debut in UGWC. It proved that I could still ignore people like The Crimson Ghost and Jason Pryde if they couldn't somehow be weaved into my scheme. And it proved that I was still a poison to the existence of Eden Morgan.
It wasn't long after that Chaos and I finally got a chance to prove ourselves in the ring as Cooperative Champions. It was just before the Outlast Pay Per View, an event notorious for exploiting and twisting the classic team dynamics of wrestling. Chaos had been chosen as a captain, and I saw that night as a way to demonstrate to a still emotionally reeling brother that he could count on me as a partner, a teammate, and that he had the ability to inspire that sort of cooperation in anyone he chose to back him. He needed that trust restored, that the people he had put his stamp on, including his lover and best friend, were worth redemption in his eyes. You see, to truly understand Chaos, you have to understand the source of the things that pain him. He was just as torn up by what he saw as naive foolishness on his part, as he was about the imagined betrayal from his most beloved family.
And I read the dynamic of that match like a book. I looked across the ring and saw a stable crumbling in on itself, green rookies who were beginning to rust from never being used, a friend desperate to sacrifice himself to prove his loyalty, lifelong friends squabbling over an assumed slight, a man haunted by the ghost of the mentor he felt he'd failed--and I saw an opportunity to manipulate all that to my designs. I handed Chaos the first taste of victory he'd had in ages, and I did it by exploiting the weaknesses in all those other teams at their breaking points. That's the kind of friend I am, Matt. I'll give you what I feel is best for you whether you ask for it or not, and I'll do it at the expense of the greatest number of sacrifices possible. My unique ability to exploit and take advantage of people is what makes me the worst possible partner you could have.
Since then, you know the story. We've defended time and time again, proving ourselves the strongest Cooperative team in not only UGWC, but even against outsiders and newcomers as they've come to challenge us on our own turf. You've also had several defenses with Chaos as your partner, and I commend you for that. I know you say we aren't equals, and it's a shame you feel that way, because I feel we equally contributed to the success Chaos is seeing now.
Of course, I could point out that whenever there are multiple teams stacked against us, like at the Cooperative Roulette in Las Vegas, we still managed to swat down the best of the best that could be thrown at us. But I'd much rather point out the fact that you're already stepping into the match at an extreme disadvantage you hadn't banked on when you brazenly stepped into my arena and challenged me, a disadvantage I won't have to face until long after Chaos has forgotten who the hell Matt Meyhu ever was. You two are no longer Champions together. That's got to be... such a disappointment hanging over your head as you travel to Horizons.
For the time being, I can only wish you good luck, Matt. And match or no, it's not important to me who eventually wins, I see us as two very important guides on Chaos's road to recovery, and when I see him lovingly embracing Xandy, when I see him and Lucky sharing a couple of Chadweisers over changing the oil in a Harley, when I see him bouncing Haileigh Marie on his knee, the proud papa he was meant to be, that he'd wanted to be since back in 1997. Eight long years later, and he finally can absolve himelf of the pain he'd tortured himself with for almost a whole decade. You were a part of that, brother, and I'm proud to stand across the ring from you in his honor.
And I can't wait to see the look on your face when you step into the ring, strapless, amongst the true Cooperative Champions. I'd say the sooner this is over, the better, but it's going to be a pleasure putting on a clinic with my brother watching from on high. Who is the superior partner? Ask yourself that every day for over five hundred days, and the answer will always be the same, because that's how long I've proven myself over and over as the greatest Cooperative Champion this industry has ever seen. You don't need a match to determine that, stupid, you can ask Travis Pierce. You can ask Chaos himself. I'm the longest reigning, most multiple time winning Cooperative Champion in UGWC, and a fluke promotional interfed twist of chance will never surmount the partnerships I've built with my own two hands. Because anyone who wears the twin to the championship belt around my waist will see himself march with me to greatness over and over... whether he likes it or not.
