Post by EmbodimentOfFear on Jan 14, 2023 22:04:38 GMT -5
January 13
I have known that this day was coming. I must admit I expected it on a different stage.
It happened over eight months ago. May the Ninth, 2022. That was when I performed one of the most important actions of my entire career. That is the day on which I saved UGWC.
It was the Outlast Tournament. Montague Cervantes was the World Heavyweight Championship, the harbinger of darkness that I had previously foreseen. It was my direct intervention that led to his defeat, to the fate of us all being pulled back from the precipice. It was then that I earned the eternal gratitude of a locker room that refuses to give me my due.
Of course I knew that my actions would have a due recompense. Much to my surprise, that recompense never came. Cervantes seemed content to accept his defeat and shrinked away, briefly evaporating as though he had turned to dust. When he made his presence known once more, he had faded into a subservient role, content to play second fiddle to his master.
One might think that the Doctor Professor accepting a lesser role would be a gift, considering the realities of his talent that he had previously displayed. After all, he won the Global Challenge in impressive fashion. His victory over Tony Savage to win the World Title was hardly a fluke. Yet the willing regression of his role serves in my eyes to only underscore the fraudulent nature of this man.
In many ways, he reminds me of another fraud. Early in my UGWC days, I dedicated my attention to peeling back the onion that was the public persona of Jet Somers. The duplicitous nature of Montague Cervantes reminds of that in many ways, though Cervantes is much more cavalier in his deception. He does not care who sees it, perhaps because his next trick always waits in the wings.
I have waited eight months for Cervantes to seek to avenge himself upon me. Now it comes not at a pivotal event, not at Horizons, but on a random undercard match on an episode of Synergy. I cannot help but wonder if this is intentional on the part of our new Creative Director, an effort to minimize me and sweep my relevance aside. A subtle attempt to aid Cervantes to dispatch me quickly that he may focus on more appealing endeavors.
This will not stand.
I have known that this day was coming. I must admit I expected it on a different stage.
It happened over eight months ago. May the Ninth, 2022. That was when I performed one of the most important actions of my entire career. That is the day on which I saved UGWC.
It was the Outlast Tournament. Montague Cervantes was the World Heavyweight Championship, the harbinger of darkness that I had previously foreseen. It was my direct intervention that led to his defeat, to the fate of us all being pulled back from the precipice. It was then that I earned the eternal gratitude of a locker room that refuses to give me my due.
Of course I knew that my actions would have a due recompense. Much to my surprise, that recompense never came. Cervantes seemed content to accept his defeat and shrinked away, briefly evaporating as though he had turned to dust. When he made his presence known once more, he had faded into a subservient role, content to play second fiddle to his master.
One might think that the Doctor Professor accepting a lesser role would be a gift, considering the realities of his talent that he had previously displayed. After all, he won the Global Challenge in impressive fashion. His victory over Tony Savage to win the World Title was hardly a fluke. Yet the willing regression of his role serves in my eyes to only underscore the fraudulent nature of this man.
In many ways, he reminds me of another fraud. Early in my UGWC days, I dedicated my attention to peeling back the onion that was the public persona of Jet Somers. The duplicitous nature of Montague Cervantes reminds of that in many ways, though Cervantes is much more cavalier in his deception. He does not care who sees it, perhaps because his next trick always waits in the wings.
I have waited eight months for Cervantes to seek to avenge himself upon me. Now it comes not at a pivotal event, not at Horizons, but on a random undercard match on an episode of Synergy. I cannot help but wonder if this is intentional on the part of our new Creative Director, an effort to minimize me and sweep my relevance aside. A subtle attempt to aid Cervantes to dispatch me quickly that he may focus on more appealing endeavors.
This will not stand.
