Post by Owen Gonsalves on Aug 21, 2015 8:41:45 GMT -6
Not My Challenge To Make
Ending, not as how people had expected, the Eye for an Eye Championship match would not see out Breakthrough. Once the wild festivities between two wrestlers, Tyler Storm, and Ace Watson, of their spotlight in the main event, the crowd refused to leave their seats. A single spotlight was placed half way between the ring apron and the ring. There was no commentary talk, no Jerry Heisenberg calling for people to remain in their seats. The spotlight continued to linger for several minutes, leading to much anticipation and hype amongst the Canadian crowd. Screams of joy with a faint ‘Val-e-ant’ chant chimed, gathering much of the vocal audience to life.
Stepping into the spotlight, with no entrance or pyro, was the Visionaries World Champion. Valquist. He sat comfortably on the very edge of the apron, allowing the velvet underside to brush gently against his traditional white and orange wrestling boots. Eventually, galvanising the attention of Gutterson Field House, Val took a microphone to his lips and allowed the seconds to pass, building up the steam of the moment.
Valquist
“It’s been a long time coming, this moment, in front of loving eyes. It’s been since the first moment of my return, to this very second. Standing before you, able to speak words of truth and enlightenment. Tonight I’ve come with a plea. A plea to the entire roster, the entire world, who wish to rob me of this beautiful championship belt. At last, I’ve some alone time. Just me and you. The ring behind me, and an actual World Visionaries Champion.”
Val began circling the ring, as he likes to do when addressing the VOW crowd. He feels more comfortable, and at ease, forever on his toes. Now as champion, it’s even more excuse for the Infinity national to be aware of his surroundings. Circling the ring like a shark closing in on its prey, it gave the fans at the front row an up close and personal look at the title belt, something they’ve been severely lacking since the federations emergence.
Valquist
“When you’re one of countless voices, trying to make your words stand out can prove to be dilution. Words lost amongst the fever. Words lost amongst the giving eyes that prey and judge. Words lost, to you, and to me. This relic, this bastion of excellence, the World Championship, it’s allowed me the time to finally speak. Not only speak, but to have these words heard. That is the grace of enlightenment, the ability to provide a teaching. To get there, a brother found himself resurrected. The man in question, Isis Derrida, he was not a threat. His reality never once drummed fear into my message. A message that my reign as title holder will be championed by excellence inside that ring, and out of it also. Now that a new day has dawned, his name finally matters. His presence, it takes upon a life of its own.
None of this would have mattered had Heatsroke taken a turn for the worse. But that was never to be the case. It was always an inevitability that Valquist would become the glowing representation of this federation. Consumption of the belief that Casanova English would be in this position reigned supreme. A relic of his own making, his persona and standing is always what led you to believe that there was no alternative.
In times such as these, I will not gloat about my swift forthcoming as champion. I am proud, but I’m not undefeatable. I’m not the perfect champion, or a perfect man. Right now there are people that must loathe me, and detest me, all for nothing or something. You never know with wrestling federations what might happen from one week to the next. So you take the privilege as it comes, knowing full well that it will not last forever. Nothing does. You be the first and last you, always. Be honest and true, be the best version of yourself. Believe in your message, follow through with your promises.
That’s all I’ve done. I followed through with what I said. On my return I foretold history, and it is you in front of me that cheer that would share in my vision. Who I was, and what I’d become, ultimately needed its own reclamation. Lost without my brother’s aid, he has become the shining light that will continue to guide my path. Casanova, he nor anybody read close enough. It was made very clear that I’d not be waiting around for a chance to lay claim to this belt, or to form the history that these golden plater need so very badly. It’s been in typical fashion that he has called upon The Valquist to be the first recipient of a World Championship match. With Ziu Zhong removed by the hands of Isis Derrida, it is the orphan that has cried the loudest, and barked the loudest. But does it mean he’s worthy?
After all, we should ask ourselves, why Casanova English? I live my life in recall with that man, because I am always taken back to what I said. I do not rate the man, nor do I share the affections of many of you. It’s my personal preference to favour legitimate wrestling talent… the likes of our current champions. Cameron Behringer and Ryder Blade, they have both proven to me, personally, that they are worthy of such praise. But is Casanova? These question marks only exist, because in the thick haze of war, when a clear horizon opened, he did not heed my warning. English ignored them. A stubborn agenda, believing in his own smoke, revealed the single layered façade that has seen him to this moment.
But does he deserve this attention? After all, he drably accused me of not being worthy of this accolade, all because he’s had his hat in the ring far longer that I. To English, it’s a matter of time and principles. He speaks about me, not as a champion, but as a man that walked away from this federation. As a man that is no more than a punching bag for his filthy habits to thrive. To him, he cannot see past his own narrowed sense of sight. He cannot speak without a broadened vocabulary, or challenge me honestly. Every day is exactly the same, living in the fog of memory. Of a time before the top tier of this federation was formed. It’s only now he sees it forming, and he’s afraid. Afraid of slipping and losing his place at the table. Afraid of being found out for the mediocre talent that I’ve always seen him as. Afraid that I’ll expose him for the singular thought that he is, all because he cannot match me nor Isis in the ring. Where it matters.
Nonetheless the blinded man will lead the charge of war. I’m sure the cavalry that flocks before him will find comfort in his salty ways. It’s easy to be drawn to somebody with a foul mouth, an uncontrollable hype train of momentum. Even when the train derails, it’s easier to stick faith with what is simple, rather than what it right.
I say to you, Casanova English. This is not your story. Do not clamber to words that lack weight and substance, and do not hide behind your wild flair. Show me. Show us all of your worth. Ahead of all else, show Derrida that you’re more than what I know to be true. Only then will you find yourself worthy of your place at the table.
The Full Measures mantra is in full order, and we will accept nothing less.”
The spotlight dims on Valquist entirely, and as the stage lighting focuses in the ring, Derrida stands. Clutching the Visionaries World Championship over his shoulder, Val’s brother in arms is there to punctuate the point Val made. Jeered and cheered, Derrida waited until a single figure came out at the top of the stage. Not flocked by the Orphanage, “The Punisher” Matt Robinson came out to a rife crowd that detested his presence. Smirking, as he does, Robinson wasn’t intimidated by Derrida.
Matt Robinson
“Casanova’s not available right now, let’s just say he’s taking care of some personal matters. Valquist said he wouldn’t accept anything less than the best. You’ll regret what you just summoned, both of you.”
Robinson storms the ring, with the actual ring still dimly lit. The Punisher slides into the ring with pace on his side but when the singular spotlight is outshone by the flood lighting, Derrida is nowhere to be found. In his place, at the top of the titanton ramp, Valquist reappears, also holding the Visionaries World Championship. We Own it by 2 Chainz and Wiz Khalifa begin to play as a camera appears over Val’s right shoulder, with the champion and the Punisher staring off as the broadcast for VoW Breakthrough’s thirty-first edition draws to a close.
