Post by Rogan MacLean on Jan 21, 2023 10:08:05 GMT -5
Good Evening Target Audience.
At some point, you look in the mirror and you question your decisions.
Everyone does, at some point.
As I reflect on my career, I question many of the decisions I’ve made. One of those decisions I’ve questioned is, why I decided to come back to the Coalition.
And it isn’t that I’m questioning how much I value this company, but it’s how much this company values me. Not to pry Zane Scott’s soapbox out of his clutches, but bear with me. See the world through my eyes.
For as long as I can remember, I have been a bridge in this company. I’ve merely been the definition of a means to an end.
Holden Orson comes back and is launched immediately into a world championship match. When he fails, he desperately needs some sense of relevance so he picks a fight with an old stablemate, feeding himself and anyone who will listen lies about the way that things have come to be. When I respond, he runs with his tail tucked between his legs to enter the Global Challenge, in yet another desperate attempt to make himself relevant. This time, in the hopes of winning a shiny prize at the end.
Donovan Hastings, during his world championship reign, treated me as a small stepping stone on his way to what was supposed to be the most historic run in the company. Only for it to end, not with a bang, but with a whimper. I would be lying if I said that my championship opportunities weren’t a highlight in my career, despite the results. That doesn’t change the truth in how I was looked at.
Over a year ago, I found myself the victim of weekly attacks. By someone who undoubtedly intended on using me as a catapult for their own career. Of course, nothing came of that, and I never found out who the coward was that was doing it. Perhaps they got cold feet. Perhaps they chickened out, and decided it would be best not to pursue such a thing.
Probably a year and a half ago, Lucy Wylde accomplished a goal that she set out for herself. And when Lucy has a goal, you can set your watch and warrant on it that she’ll accomplish that goal. It’s just her nature. That goal was to become a grand slam champion. And when she did, Gabriel Baal, my own best friend, brought into light a very dark fact. Unintentionally, I’m sure. He stated that Rogan MacLean has some very talented friends. This, after listing all of the accolades and accomplishments of Lucy, Eden, and himself of course.
It’s stuck with me, that snarky tweet that was meant to be funny… at my expense.
And it was. It was received well. Good for you, Gabriel. You’ve catered to your twitter friends at the expense of someone who was there before you… branched out.
It wasn’t a lie, though. And that’s why it’s stuck with me. Even now, as I’ve tried over and over again, to reach the main event. I’ve fought through the constant, nagging pain in my ankle (also a gift from my best friend. With friends like these, who needs enemies, right?), just to come up short. Not once, not twice, but three times, in world championship opportunities.
Are you still with me? I hope so. All of this, like me, has a means to an end.
Last week, as I let myself become distracted with concern for my partner, like some rookie, Sebastian took it upon himself, being the crafty veteran that he is, to take advantage of that and eventually get the victory over me and the world champion. Do you find anything strange with that picture? It’s an odd one, innit?
Anyway, at the end of the night, as Lucy and I were helping Seb to his feet after Donovan’s predictable yet heinous attack, the realization washed over me like a tidal wave. I’ve yet again been used as a means to an end.
And after Daedalus’s message last week, Montague, I’ve no doubt that you and the Creeps intend on using me in the exact same fashion.
Let’s all use Rogan MacLean to push our message through. And after we’re done, toss the carcass aside. Until we’re ready to use him again.
You see, this is my mindset right now, Mr. Cervantes. I have realized that I don’t belong in the world championship picture. I don’t belong in the main event. I’m simply not cut out for it. And I’m certain that you believe that you are.
You’re an Astro Creep… or at least that’s who you like to associate yourself with when it really matters. Without Daedalus and Tempest pulling your strings, however… what are you? You’re just Rogan MacLean with a rabbit in his hat.
The Astro Creeps pride themselves on reaching up and pulling the ones who have flown too high back down to reality. This week, we’re going to do a little role reversal. As you fly a little too high for your own good, I’m going to pull you down to reality. Is it ironic that Icarus’s wings were created by Daedalus in mythology? And it’s Daedalus who is seemingly about to give you these brand new wings…. Whatever they may be. I know you and Daedalus have your plans. And I’m probably not going to stop those plans… but I’m going to make you reconsider those plans. At the end of the night, Montague, you’re going to be asking yourself if you’ve made the right decision.
Don’t take it personal, though, Montague. And I’m sure you won’t. I’m just having my fun. My real focus won’t be you, at all. It’ll be Holden. You’ll see.
I’m going to remind him… of who I am.