JWA Glory Episode 156 - Six-Man Mayhem Tag Title Match
Sept 20, 2023 8:20:53 GMT -5
Thumper Moore III, Duke Mongoose, and 2 more like this
Post by “The Relentless” Conor Caine on Sept 20, 2023 8:20:53 GMT -5
Chance tosses Omega's mic back to him and steps through the ropes. Conor is stunned, the crowd are silent. LeRay and Beeman try to comment on it but come up short. Conor composes himself and turns to Satyros...
CAINE: Hi, nice to meet you, my name's Conor. You're... Omega, isn’t it? Actually, don’t answer that: after the way you’ve chosen to introduce yourself to me, if I hear another word from you tonight I’m gonna slap your teeth into the next state. That was strike one.
The crowd oooh and then cheer.
CAINE: You’re walking out here talking to me like you know me, like we’re tight, like I need to run my decisions past you. You come out here crying about the dues you’ve paid and what you deserve. But you don’t seem to give a damn about what the rest of us deserve, so listen up: until you’ve paid as many dues as the man holding the title, don’t you dare presume to question what he decides to do with it! That’s strike two.
CAINE: But let me give you your actual dues Omega, because - yeah - I’ve taken notice of you: it’s my business as the Champion to appraise all threats to my title, however insignificant. The disrespect aside, I appreciate your moxie, speaking up for your shot like this. I was in a similar position after my first few matches here too: granted a title shot despite a short track record. That rubbed a lot of the guys in the back the wrong way, but that didn’t deter me one bit.
CAINE: But, here’s where you and I differ…
CAINE: I didn’t get my opportunity by crying about what I deserved: I impressed the powers that be with my skill and ability, and they gave me the opportunity. I earned it. Because, here’s the thing Omega, Champions don’t beg: They see what they want, they declare their intention for that thing, and then - through their actions - they make their claim to it undeniable.
CAINE: Do you think your claim to this belt is undeniable Omega? Really??
CAINE: I mean, yeah, you come out here and tout your accomplishments: a win over Buffalo; even a win over Arizona Chance… but that was a while ago now, buddy. What did you do with that early momentum? Did you step to a Penguino? Did you step to a Tommy End, a Chesterton Shredsbury, a Red Pirate Rogers?? You could have thrown out a challenge to anybody back there to keep your momentum going, but what have you done since then? You got yourself involved in a cheating boyfriend angle and a feud with a faction led by the worst commentator in all of sports broadcasting.
BEEMAN: Hey!
CAINE: So, yes, you did beat Chief Buffalo, and you did beat Arizona Chance... but, since then? Everything you’ve done has screamed "lower-midcard." That’s not to say I object to you wanting a shot at the title. I usually don’t care who Kip puts in front of me: he sets them up, and I knock them down. So if the booker says you deserve a shot, then the match happens. But you wanna pray it doesn’t, because everything you did to go about this was impulsive, unprofessional, and disrespectful, and for that I plan to beat your ass from the midcard all the way back to developmental, and you can spend some time absorbing all the manners I'm gonna to put on you.
CAINE: Hi, nice to meet you, my name's Conor. You're... Omega, isn’t it? Actually, don’t answer that: after the way you’ve chosen to introduce yourself to me, if I hear another word from you tonight I’m gonna slap your teeth into the next state. That was strike one.
The crowd oooh and then cheer.
CAINE: You’re walking out here talking to me like you know me, like we’re tight, like I need to run my decisions past you. You come out here crying about the dues you’ve paid and what you deserve. But you don’t seem to give a damn about what the rest of us deserve, so listen up: until you’ve paid as many dues as the man holding the title, don’t you dare presume to question what he decides to do with it! That’s strike two.
CAINE: But let me give you your actual dues Omega, because - yeah - I’ve taken notice of you: it’s my business as the Champion to appraise all threats to my title, however insignificant. The disrespect aside, I appreciate your moxie, speaking up for your shot like this. I was in a similar position after my first few matches here too: granted a title shot despite a short track record. That rubbed a lot of the guys in the back the wrong way, but that didn’t deter me one bit.
CAINE: But, here’s where you and I differ…
CAINE: I didn’t get my opportunity by crying about what I deserved: I impressed the powers that be with my skill and ability, and they gave me the opportunity. I earned it. Because, here’s the thing Omega, Champions don’t beg: They see what they want, they declare their intention for that thing, and then - through their actions - they make their claim to it undeniable.
CAINE: Do you think your claim to this belt is undeniable Omega? Really??
CAINE: I mean, yeah, you come out here and tout your accomplishments: a win over Buffalo; even a win over Arizona Chance… but that was a while ago now, buddy. What did you do with that early momentum? Did you step to a Penguino? Did you step to a Tommy End, a Chesterton Shredsbury, a Red Pirate Rogers?? You could have thrown out a challenge to anybody back there to keep your momentum going, but what have you done since then? You got yourself involved in a cheating boyfriend angle and a feud with a faction led by the worst commentator in all of sports broadcasting.
BEEMAN: Hey!
CAINE: So, yes, you did beat Chief Buffalo, and you did beat Arizona Chance... but, since then? Everything you’ve done has screamed "lower-midcard." That’s not to say I object to you wanting a shot at the title. I usually don’t care who Kip puts in front of me: he sets them up, and I knock them down. So if the booker says you deserve a shot, then the match happens. But you wanna pray it doesn’t, because everything you did to go about this was impulsive, unprofessional, and disrespectful, and for that I plan to beat your ass from the midcard all the way back to developmental, and you can spend some time absorbing all the manners I'm gonna to put on you.
