I was supposed to be a Legend...
Feb 19, 2023 19:29:50 GMT -6
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Post by Jack Severn on Feb 19, 2023 19:29:50 GMT -6
Jack Severn hobbles into the backstage area, holding an ice pack to his neck. Various members of The House crowd around him, but he whispers something at them, and they nod and walk off, leaving for Jack to just be sitting on the ground in front of the camera.
"I... I don't understand. I had all the pieces in place... The House with four new members... That dirty no good FUCK Dimitri Graves out of the picture... So many opportunities on the line... The chance to redeem myself after failing to beat the Indy Champion last season..."
Jack takes a deep breath.
"Where did it go wrong? I mean, I'm the Catalyst. I'm supposed to be Prime Time, I'm supposed to be the face of this brand. I singlehandedly sold out two of Prime's biggest shows ever by main eventing. I had my star already put on the Walk of Fame..."
Tears well in his eyes.
"I was supposed to be a Legend...
So again, I ask you. Where did it go wrong? Tonight was supposed to be the start of MY year, MY era.
Scorpio, you beat me. I pulled out every trick in the book to fulfill my destiny and CONGRATULATIONS, you still won. Maybe you are the Prime Minister after all. Maybe you are this brand's face. And maybe it's because of your experience, maybe it's because you're just simply better than me, or maybe it's because you've changed along the way. You decided to put all the bullshit aside and just fight. To set aside your selfishness and evil ways..."
Jack rubs his face, contemplating his entire life.
"You don't think I regret some of my decisions? YOU DON'T THINK I CAN'T FUCKING LOOK AT MYSELF IN THE MIRROR AFTER THE THINGS I'VE DONE?! I ONLY HAVE ONE TRUE GODDAMN FRIEND IN THIS BUSINESS AND WE HAVEN'T EVEN HAD A FULL CONVERSATION WITH EACH OTHER IN OVER A YEAR! AND YOU KNOW WHAT? HE MADE IT TO THE FUCKING SECOND ROUND, AND NOT ME! IT'S NOT FAIR! THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ME, SO WHERE THE FUCK DID IT GO WRONG!?"
Jack calms down slightly, taking slow breaths.
"Flip made it the second round... Miss Melody Malone made it to the second round... Narumi made it to the second round... Even a fucking clown made it to the second round! What do they have that I don't?! TELL ME!"
Silence.
"Heh... I get it... Silence. The thing I told people to enjoy when I first got here because as soon as I entered the EWC, it would all be gone. And now what? Now that I actually have something important to say, no one fucking answers? I'm a man in need, a man in need of something, ANYTHING, to help me understand where it went wrong..."
Jack glares up at the cameraman.
"YOU! DO YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING ANSWERS FOR ME?!"
Silence again.
"Yeah, sure, Dimitri cost me my match with Narumi at YoungBlood, but I corrected that at WrestleFest! Maybe there's Draco Lazarus, but he's a fucking NOBODY! HE'S JUST SOME PISSANT WHO THINKS HE CAN WALTZ BACK IN HERE AND TAKE MY SPOT! BUT I SENT HIM TO THE HOSPITAL, SO IT CAN'T BE HIS FAULT! SO WHERE. THE. FUCK. DID. I. GO. WRONG?!"
Realization hits Jack's face finally.
"I see... I see now... There was just one thing I failed to address... ONE CARD I DIDN'T HAVE IN MY FUCKING DECK!"
Jack laughs maniacally.
"ACE KING! YOU were the one card I didn't have in my deck, the one thing from last season that I didn't properly address, BECAUSE YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE FUCKING RETIRED! Ace King... You could've walked off in the sunset as United States Champion and yet you chose to not only stick around to lose the title, but also you had the guts to call ME out? AND THEN YOU ENTER THE LEGENDS TOURNAMENT AND WIN YOUR MATCH?!
Ace... Ace King... you should've retired... You should've stayed out of the tournament... Ace King... YOU RUINED MY FUCKING LIFE! SO NOW I'M GONNA DO THE SAME TO YOU! YOU DON'T GET TO GO TO THE SECOND ROUND WHEN I DON'T!
When people talk about you, they talk about your accomplishments and how fucking decorated you are as a competitor... But Ace? When I'm done with you, all people will do is MOURN YOU BECAUSE YOU'LL BE FUCKING DEAD! I WILL MAKE SURE THAT SHELLEY IS A FUCKING WIDOW!"
Jack trembles with rage and stands up.
"It was already personal when I attacked you last year, but now I'm going to spend every waking second of my career hurting you and making sure you never enjoy a championship ever again. You call yourself the Gambler? Well... Don't bet against the fucking House."
Jack spits on the ground and limps off.
"I... I don't understand. I had all the pieces in place... The House with four new members... That dirty no good FUCK Dimitri Graves out of the picture... So many opportunities on the line... The chance to redeem myself after failing to beat the Indy Champion last season..."
Jack takes a deep breath.
"Where did it go wrong? I mean, I'm the Catalyst. I'm supposed to be Prime Time, I'm supposed to be the face of this brand. I singlehandedly sold out two of Prime's biggest shows ever by main eventing. I had my star already put on the Walk of Fame..."
Tears well in his eyes.
"I was supposed to be a Legend...
So again, I ask you. Where did it go wrong? Tonight was supposed to be the start of MY year, MY era.
Scorpio, you beat me. I pulled out every trick in the book to fulfill my destiny and CONGRATULATIONS, you still won. Maybe you are the Prime Minister after all. Maybe you are this brand's face. And maybe it's because of your experience, maybe it's because you're just simply better than me, or maybe it's because you've changed along the way. You decided to put all the bullshit aside and just fight. To set aside your selfishness and evil ways..."
Jack rubs his face, contemplating his entire life.
"You don't think I regret some of my decisions? YOU DON'T THINK I CAN'T FUCKING LOOK AT MYSELF IN THE MIRROR AFTER THE THINGS I'VE DONE?! I ONLY HAVE ONE TRUE GODDAMN FRIEND IN THIS BUSINESS AND WE HAVEN'T EVEN HAD A FULL CONVERSATION WITH EACH OTHER IN OVER A YEAR! AND YOU KNOW WHAT? HE MADE IT TO THE FUCKING SECOND ROUND, AND NOT ME! IT'S NOT FAIR! THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ME, SO WHERE THE FUCK DID IT GO WRONG!?"
Jack calms down slightly, taking slow breaths.
"Flip made it the second round... Miss Melody Malone made it to the second round... Narumi made it to the second round... Even a fucking clown made it to the second round! What do they have that I don't?! TELL ME!"
Silence.
"Heh... I get it... Silence. The thing I told people to enjoy when I first got here because as soon as I entered the EWC, it would all be gone. And now what? Now that I actually have something important to say, no one fucking answers? I'm a man in need, a man in need of something, ANYTHING, to help me understand where it went wrong..."
Jack glares up at the cameraman.
"YOU! DO YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING ANSWERS FOR ME?!"
Silence again.
"Yeah, sure, Dimitri cost me my match with Narumi at YoungBlood, but I corrected that at WrestleFest! Maybe there's Draco Lazarus, but he's a fucking NOBODY! HE'S JUST SOME PISSANT WHO THINKS HE CAN WALTZ BACK IN HERE AND TAKE MY SPOT! BUT I SENT HIM TO THE HOSPITAL, SO IT CAN'T BE HIS FAULT! SO WHERE. THE. FUCK. DID. I. GO. WRONG?!"
Realization hits Jack's face finally.
"I see... I see now... There was just one thing I failed to address... ONE CARD I DIDN'T HAVE IN MY FUCKING DECK!"
Jack laughs maniacally.
"ACE KING! YOU were the one card I didn't have in my deck, the one thing from last season that I didn't properly address, BECAUSE YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE FUCKING RETIRED! Ace King... You could've walked off in the sunset as United States Champion and yet you chose to not only stick around to lose the title, but also you had the guts to call ME out? AND THEN YOU ENTER THE LEGENDS TOURNAMENT AND WIN YOUR MATCH?!
Ace... Ace King... you should've retired... You should've stayed out of the tournament... Ace King... YOU RUINED MY FUCKING LIFE! SO NOW I'M GONNA DO THE SAME TO YOU! YOU DON'T GET TO GO TO THE SECOND ROUND WHEN I DON'T!
When people talk about you, they talk about your accomplishments and how fucking decorated you are as a competitor... But Ace? When I'm done with you, all people will do is MOURN YOU BECAUSE YOU'LL BE FUCKING DEAD! I WILL MAKE SURE THAT SHELLEY IS A FUCKING WIDOW!"
Jack trembles with rage and stands up.
"It was already personal when I attacked you last year, but now I'm going to spend every waking second of my career hurting you and making sure you never enjoy a championship ever again. You call yourself the Gambler? Well... Don't bet against the fucking House."
Jack spits on the ground and limps off.