Post by JaceParkerDavidson on Jan 12, 2023 16:36:02 GMT -5
The scene opens to a shaky view of a well-furnished living room area. The open space is accentuated with clean white leather sofa, love seat, and a glass table in the center. A large chandelier hangs down from the ceiling over the furniture but the glass doors at the end of the room provide sunshine from the outside to pour into the space. Eventually, the phone that is recording this view finds a solid and secure place to sit as the person who was holding the phone backs away into the view.
The man has greasy and disheveled black hair and a pair of crooked glasses placed on his face. He has on a cheap, loosely fitting suit. Probably something bought at a thrift store or worse. The age of the man is kind of indistinguishable. He could be anywhere between his late 20’s to his early 50’s depending on the day of the week. The only thing that is clear about him is that his man has lived a rough life.
His eyes are a bloodshot red behind those frail glasses, and he has a problem being still. His twitchy hand continuously rises into the air and swipes and wipes at his nose. He tells people that it’s just allergies but anyone that REALLY knows him doesn’t buy that excuse at all. He moves his hand from his nose and adjusts the ugly colored tie that he wears on his neck then tries to straighten his posture. He mumbles to himself a bit before clearing his throat and speaking loud enough for the phone to pick up.
“Greetings and salutations, miscreants. The name is Shelley Greene… FUCK!”
The man shouts out loud before slapping himself across the face. He shakes his head around and then focuses back on the phone.
“Scratch that, that didn’t happen, and you didn’t hear ANYTHING. The name is Abdullah Choi, or as you will come to know me as The Manager of Champions. I am here to address you, the roster of the lovely place called Uprising. Namely the woman that is set to take on my client, no, my friend at Frozen Fury. That would be the man, the myth, the legend known as Jace Parker Davidson.”
Choi paused and waited for a moment because in his mind the simple mention of Jace’s name would be a ravenous round of applause from anyone watching.
“It seems like mah boi has struck a nerve and he hasn’t even stepped into an Uprising ring yet. So, so damn proud of him. However, I need him focused on the task at hand. I need him in the gym, in the lab cooking up a master plan on how to pick apart his opponent like a 32 lb. turkey on Thanksgiving Day. Trust me, I have several ideas for him already. Point being that I can’t have him waste his precious time sitting down writing love letters back and forth with you, Molly Hatchet.”
Choi points an accusing finger towards the phone while pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose with his free hand.
“While I’m happy to see that Jace has lit a fire under your ass, you’re going to have to deal with me until the 23rd. Now I decided to sit down and watch… whatever that was that you filmed as a response to Jace’s letter. I have a few thoughts and issues with the things you happened to say.”
Choi reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crumpled-up napkin that looks like it has chicken scratch scribbled across it. He straightens out the napkin as much as he possibly can then holds it into the air. He stares down at it, holding it close to his face then further away trying to decipher his own handwriting. Eventually, he turns the napkin upside down then nods his head confidently.
“First and foremost, learn how to speak properly. I felt like I hit the SAP button on my remote control while watching that. I don’t care where you’re from or what other minor details that explain why you sound like you’re gargling a bag of marbles. You’re in America now, the good old U.S. of A. I’ve heard hillbillies speak the Queen’s English better than you. Hooked on Phonics is still a thing, right? Might want to hit the Google machine and find out. You’re in SEVERE need of assistance in that area.”
Choi grabs his glasses with his free hand and lowers them a bit before getting to the next thing he wrote on the napkin.
“Secondly, makeup and fashion. My God, you look like a tomboy that should be on a farm somewhere milking the family cow at the crack of dawn. What kind of place is this where they let a former Uprising World Champion appear in front of a camera looking like you did? I can’t say that I blame Chris Mosh one bit for doing what he did by stealing the title right up from under you. If you’re what is represented as the best of the Uprising roster, then remind me to stay away from any and all promotion posters for future events.”
Choi holds up the palm of his free hand towards the phone.
“I know what you’re going to say. Yes, I have on the cheapest suit that I could possibly find. It’s called managing your money. I plan on retiring in style and living my best life. But here’s the thing, toots. I’m not a main character in this living, breathing, drama that we call professional wrestling. I’m a sidekick, at best. Jace is a main character in this sport. He’s a larger than life individual and you? You’re supposed to be a former Champion in this company. A main event worthy talent and you look like the person they hired to clean the toilets at the arenas. I often look like roadkill on any given day but even I look better than you. Get some makeup on your face, do SOMETHING with your hair, and for fucks sake… get your tits done. I’ve never seen such a depressing looking tank top IN MY LIFE!”
Choi lowers his hand and focuses back down on the napkin.
“Third, you’re adding music to these things. What is this, the early 2000’s? Is this a promo or am I looking at your Myspace page? Unless that song is supposed to be your new theme music then it’s completely idiotic. There is no mood music here, what you get is me, Shell-- Abdullah Choi and my angelic voice helping you improve on yourself. I’m not a 13-year-old girl that slams down the door of her bedroom, hits the CD player, and has herself a good cry. Again, YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE A MAIN EVENT LEVEL TALENT! Fucking act like it. You’re supposed to be hyping a match against the man that’s going to shoot up the rankings in Uprising. This whole thing you did came off like a Summer’s Eve commercial. Pop a Midol and get the fuck over yourself.”
Choi balls up the napkin and shoves it back into his pocket. He reaches up and uses the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Clearly, the cocktail of illegal substances that Abdullah is on is starting to wear off and he’s going to start jonesing for his next fix. However, he tries to remain composed and powers through.
“Allow me to ask you a question, do you even know ANYTHING about Jace Parker Davidson? It seems like your entire knowledge of the man revolves around visiting his home once and Twitter interactions. If that is the case then you might as well step through those rings, lay on your back in the center of the ring, and let whatever is going to happen, just happen. It seems you’re so comfortable in your little bubble of handshakes and pats on the back from others that you’ve neglected to see what is truly out there in this big wide-open business of ours. Oh, you competed in the World Series of Wrestling? Good for you, let’s all cheer for Molly Hatchet. Why? Because she was BRAVE enough to toss her name into a hat for a glorified American Idol competition. She spent literal months talking about herself and her dreams. Obviously, that makes her one of the best at professional WRESTLING!”
Choi rolls his eyes dramatically.
“I’m going to do you a favor and tell you about Jace Parker Davidson. This is a man that has beaten some of the best wrestlers in the world. Jace once entered a War Games match first overall and dealt with taking on an almost entire other roster of wrestlers before even one of his partners were allowed into the match. Not only did he survive that kind of a beating, but he also made it to the final two of that contest and would have won the entire thing if not for a traitorous Jason Cashe. Jace once competed in a #1 contenders clusterfuck of a match against ten other people on top of a three-story steel structure. He was pushed off of the top of that thing and crashed through an announce table below. Only, he held and protected his wife at the time so that he took the brunt of all of the damage. He held two titles at the time and had a chance being #1 contender to the big belt, but he cared about his wife more.”
Choi wipes a fake tear from his eye.
“The man broke his neck and was forced to retire from professional wrestling for 5 long years. Only to come back in 2021 and not only win a Wrestler of the Year award, not only be inducted into a Hall of Fame, but he happens to be a current Triple Champion. Three fucking belts at one time. You know what all of that means? Not a fucking thing.”
Choi waves his hands in front of his body.
“That was done in other federations against other wrestlers. That doesn’t amount to an ounce of piss here in Uprising. Jace didn’t kick down the front doors of Uprising carrying all three of his belts and demanding special treatment. He wants to EARN his place at the top of the card and he’s going to mow through all of you to do that. That is Jace Parker Davidson. Yet here you are admitting to the world that you’re jealous of Serenity Holmes because she’s not even able to legally drink in his country but she’s the CULT World Champion?”
Choi’s face scrunches up in confusion as he looks side to side before looking back towards the phone.
“Who gives a fuck? She is the World Champion in Uprising? I don’t think so. If you’re jealous about her being a World Champion in CULT then fucking go off to CULT and beat her for that belt. No one in Uprising gives two shits about CULT other than you. But you’re tired of people turning against you the moment they are set to step inside of the ring against you? Hmmmm, interesting but did you ever stop and truly think about it? Who is right and who is wrong in this scenario? You… or the tons of other people that have done the exact same thing that for some reason you keep falling for over and over again. You are the common denominator in each instance and that means YOU are the problem, not everyone else.”
Choi crosses his arms over his chest.
“But you don’t want to hear that. You don’t want to improve yourself. You’d rather tweet about your feelings and watch people hop aboard your sympathy train. ‘Ohhh poor Molly.’ ‘We’re here for you, Molly.’ ‘We love you, Molly.’ Blah blah fucking blah. How many of those people TRULY care? How many of them showed up at your door to show you some tough love? I’m willing to bet all they wanted was the social media clout of being a nice person. How many of them are going to be there in your corner when you step into the ring against Jace on the 23rd? All the virtual hugs in the world aren’t going to save you from the ass kicking you got coming.”
A smirk tugs at the corner of Choi’s lips.
“And with all of that and the rage you had yesterday you threatened to attack Jace after the bell at Frozen Fury. You? All five foot three and 120 lbs. soaking wet are going to take it to Jace after the match? This man had his throat sliced open in a War Games match last year with barbed wire. I think he’ll manage your midget fit of fury just fine.”
Choi begins laughing which causes him to double over. He gets it out of his system and pulls his glasses off of his face as he straightens up. He takes a moment to wipe the lenses with the same napkin he was reading from earlier while still lightly chuckling at the thought of Molly attacking Jace post-match. Choi puts his glasses back on and puts the napkin away before continuing.
“Molly… God, such a great name and an even better drug… it’s wasted on you. Anyway, you’re blaming your temper tantrum on the fact that you expected to be handed a rematch against Chris Mosh for the Uprising World Championship belt at this super show. You held the belt for less time than it takes me to take a piss and you think that automatically means you should be in a match for the title immediately? ‘But you beat Griffin Hawkins!’ Griffin this and Griffin that. Griffin, Griffin, Griffin… OKAY we get it. You have a crush on Griffin Hawkins. Get on your knees and play old Rockstar’s skin flute so that you get it out of your system. What is so great about Griffin Hawkins?”
Choi tilts his head to the side like he’s waiting for an answer.
“I know the guy happens to be the only two-time Uprising World Champion but outside of that what has he done? Oh, he has a band. Never heard a single song that they’ve ever made. Looked them up on Google and didn’t find anything. Oh, he’s in ten thousand different wrestling promotions! Well, that’s good, I guess. Especially since the guy is known for taking his ball and going home… or rather a new promotion… the moment he loses a Championship belt. That guy? That’s your best friend? That’s your biggest accomplishment as a professional wrestler? Your whole career must be a literal trainwreck.”
Choi reaches up and swipes at his nose a few more times.
“It took you 12 years to win a World Championship? That, again, sounds like a YOU problem not a Jace problem. Maybe if you didn’t waste your time putting people like Griffin Hawkins up on a pedestal and focus on your own shortcomings then it wouldn’t have taken so long. You wanted to focus on your match with Griffin even though you saw the Chris Mosh cash in coming. Is that supposed to be something you’re rewarded for? Are we supposed to present you with one of those giant cookies? All you did is admit you’re a fucking idiot to the entire world. If you saw it coming and did absolutely fuck all to prepare for then clearly, you didn’t want to be World Champion that fucking badly.”
There was a tone of venom in Choi’s words.
“You stand there one moment humble bragging about how you did bare knuckle fighting and took down guys twice the size of Jace. And in the next moment you admit you’re not feeling all that confident in your own abilities. Which is it? Are you this tiny little firecracker that did all the things you listed off or are you the poor little girl that needs a shoulder to cry on from people on social media? I can’t tell but you said you’re going to come at Jace just like you came at Griffin Hawkins or anyone else. That means you’re going to have tunnel vision during a match and be susceptible to someone else getting involved? Good to know, Molls. But let me put this to you very plainly so that even you can understand.”
Choi takes a deep breath then exhales and speaks in a flat but serious tone of voice.
“Jace is different from anyone you’ve ever stepped into the ring against. You can be confident in your ability; you can wet yourself over the fact you’re not handed a rematch against Mosh without having to earn it. You can do whatever it is that you want to do but it’s never going to be enough. You might have a chip on your shoulder, but Jace had a mountain on his back. For too long Jace has been exceptional inside of the ring and yet no one out there sings his praises because he didn’t do dumb shit like World Series of Wrestling events or wrestle on a goddamn boat for Charity. The fact that you briefly brushed shoulders with the Uprising World Championship belt has put a target on you. It means in his first fucking Uprising match that Jace Parker Davidson is going to make an example out of you. You’re going to be the resounding epiphany that the entire world is going to experience at Frozen Fury. With your defeat, with your destruction, Jace will have put the entire wrestling world on notice.”
Choi spreads his arms out wide.
“Everyone will be talking about Jace Parker Davidson. The name Molly Hatchet will fade into the void of nothingness. The experiences and memories that you talked about will be long forgotten much like your entire career. Jace is going to make you wish that you stuck to being a lower tier Champion. You’re going to learn what you stand against real talent. You’re going to find out firsthand what the gap is between you and greatness in this sport. In MY mind you defeating JPD would be an upset of monumental proportions. The problem is that you and everyone else don’t even realize yet, but you will. January 23rd, you will find out that being called The King of Everything isn’t just a catchy moniker. In the middle of that ring, you will bend at the knee and kiss the ring of a superior wrestler. It is only through absolute annihilation that you’ll be able to rebuild, reconstruct yourself into something worthwhile. Then and only then will you learn to appreciate myself and Jace Parker Davidson.”
Choi’s smirk turns as wide as a grin from a Cheshire cat.
“Long live the King.”
Choi bows his head before the sound of Jace’s voice echoes from a distance.
“SHELLEY!”
Choi shoots back up straight like lightning just struck him. He scurries towards the phone and speaks in a hushed tone.
“SHIT I’m not technically allowed in his home. Gotta run, see you at Frozen Fury, ya ginger looking chipmunk with a mouth full of nuts.”
Choi quickly grabs the phone and stops the recording before Jace can find out what he was doing.
The man has greasy and disheveled black hair and a pair of crooked glasses placed on his face. He has on a cheap, loosely fitting suit. Probably something bought at a thrift store or worse. The age of the man is kind of indistinguishable. He could be anywhere between his late 20’s to his early 50’s depending on the day of the week. The only thing that is clear about him is that his man has lived a rough life.
His eyes are a bloodshot red behind those frail glasses, and he has a problem being still. His twitchy hand continuously rises into the air and swipes and wipes at his nose. He tells people that it’s just allergies but anyone that REALLY knows him doesn’t buy that excuse at all. He moves his hand from his nose and adjusts the ugly colored tie that he wears on his neck then tries to straighten his posture. He mumbles to himself a bit before clearing his throat and speaking loud enough for the phone to pick up.
“Greetings and salutations, miscreants. The name is Shelley Greene… FUCK!”
The man shouts out loud before slapping himself across the face. He shakes his head around and then focuses back on the phone.
“Scratch that, that didn’t happen, and you didn’t hear ANYTHING. The name is Abdullah Choi, or as you will come to know me as The Manager of Champions. I am here to address you, the roster of the lovely place called Uprising. Namely the woman that is set to take on my client, no, my friend at Frozen Fury. That would be the man, the myth, the legend known as Jace Parker Davidson.”
Choi paused and waited for a moment because in his mind the simple mention of Jace’s name would be a ravenous round of applause from anyone watching.
“It seems like mah boi has struck a nerve and he hasn’t even stepped into an Uprising ring yet. So, so damn proud of him. However, I need him focused on the task at hand. I need him in the gym, in the lab cooking up a master plan on how to pick apart his opponent like a 32 lb. turkey on Thanksgiving Day. Trust me, I have several ideas for him already. Point being that I can’t have him waste his precious time sitting down writing love letters back and forth with you, Molly Hatchet.”
Choi points an accusing finger towards the phone while pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose with his free hand.
“While I’m happy to see that Jace has lit a fire under your ass, you’re going to have to deal with me until the 23rd. Now I decided to sit down and watch… whatever that was that you filmed as a response to Jace’s letter. I have a few thoughts and issues with the things you happened to say.”
Choi reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crumpled-up napkin that looks like it has chicken scratch scribbled across it. He straightens out the napkin as much as he possibly can then holds it into the air. He stares down at it, holding it close to his face then further away trying to decipher his own handwriting. Eventually, he turns the napkin upside down then nods his head confidently.
“First and foremost, learn how to speak properly. I felt like I hit the SAP button on my remote control while watching that. I don’t care where you’re from or what other minor details that explain why you sound like you’re gargling a bag of marbles. You’re in America now, the good old U.S. of A. I’ve heard hillbillies speak the Queen’s English better than you. Hooked on Phonics is still a thing, right? Might want to hit the Google machine and find out. You’re in SEVERE need of assistance in that area.”
Choi grabs his glasses with his free hand and lowers them a bit before getting to the next thing he wrote on the napkin.
“Secondly, makeup and fashion. My God, you look like a tomboy that should be on a farm somewhere milking the family cow at the crack of dawn. What kind of place is this where they let a former Uprising World Champion appear in front of a camera looking like you did? I can’t say that I blame Chris Mosh one bit for doing what he did by stealing the title right up from under you. If you’re what is represented as the best of the Uprising roster, then remind me to stay away from any and all promotion posters for future events.”
Choi holds up the palm of his free hand towards the phone.
“I know what you’re going to say. Yes, I have on the cheapest suit that I could possibly find. It’s called managing your money. I plan on retiring in style and living my best life. But here’s the thing, toots. I’m not a main character in this living, breathing, drama that we call professional wrestling. I’m a sidekick, at best. Jace is a main character in this sport. He’s a larger than life individual and you? You’re supposed to be a former Champion in this company. A main event worthy talent and you look like the person they hired to clean the toilets at the arenas. I often look like roadkill on any given day but even I look better than you. Get some makeup on your face, do SOMETHING with your hair, and for fucks sake… get your tits done. I’ve never seen such a depressing looking tank top IN MY LIFE!”
Choi lowers his hand and focuses back down on the napkin.
“Third, you’re adding music to these things. What is this, the early 2000’s? Is this a promo or am I looking at your Myspace page? Unless that song is supposed to be your new theme music then it’s completely idiotic. There is no mood music here, what you get is me, Shell-- Abdullah Choi and my angelic voice helping you improve on yourself. I’m not a 13-year-old girl that slams down the door of her bedroom, hits the CD player, and has herself a good cry. Again, YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE A MAIN EVENT LEVEL TALENT! Fucking act like it. You’re supposed to be hyping a match against the man that’s going to shoot up the rankings in Uprising. This whole thing you did came off like a Summer’s Eve commercial. Pop a Midol and get the fuck over yourself.”
Choi balls up the napkin and shoves it back into his pocket. He reaches up and uses the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Clearly, the cocktail of illegal substances that Abdullah is on is starting to wear off and he’s going to start jonesing for his next fix. However, he tries to remain composed and powers through.
“Allow me to ask you a question, do you even know ANYTHING about Jace Parker Davidson? It seems like your entire knowledge of the man revolves around visiting his home once and Twitter interactions. If that is the case then you might as well step through those rings, lay on your back in the center of the ring, and let whatever is going to happen, just happen. It seems you’re so comfortable in your little bubble of handshakes and pats on the back from others that you’ve neglected to see what is truly out there in this big wide-open business of ours. Oh, you competed in the World Series of Wrestling? Good for you, let’s all cheer for Molly Hatchet. Why? Because she was BRAVE enough to toss her name into a hat for a glorified American Idol competition. She spent literal months talking about herself and her dreams. Obviously, that makes her one of the best at professional WRESTLING!”
Choi rolls his eyes dramatically.
“I’m going to do you a favor and tell you about Jace Parker Davidson. This is a man that has beaten some of the best wrestlers in the world. Jace once entered a War Games match first overall and dealt with taking on an almost entire other roster of wrestlers before even one of his partners were allowed into the match. Not only did he survive that kind of a beating, but he also made it to the final two of that contest and would have won the entire thing if not for a traitorous Jason Cashe. Jace once competed in a #1 contenders clusterfuck of a match against ten other people on top of a three-story steel structure. He was pushed off of the top of that thing and crashed through an announce table below. Only, he held and protected his wife at the time so that he took the brunt of all of the damage. He held two titles at the time and had a chance being #1 contender to the big belt, but he cared about his wife more.”
Choi wipes a fake tear from his eye.
“The man broke his neck and was forced to retire from professional wrestling for 5 long years. Only to come back in 2021 and not only win a Wrestler of the Year award, not only be inducted into a Hall of Fame, but he happens to be a current Triple Champion. Three fucking belts at one time. You know what all of that means? Not a fucking thing.”
Choi waves his hands in front of his body.
“That was done in other federations against other wrestlers. That doesn’t amount to an ounce of piss here in Uprising. Jace didn’t kick down the front doors of Uprising carrying all three of his belts and demanding special treatment. He wants to EARN his place at the top of the card and he’s going to mow through all of you to do that. That is Jace Parker Davidson. Yet here you are admitting to the world that you’re jealous of Serenity Holmes because she’s not even able to legally drink in his country but she’s the CULT World Champion?”
Choi’s face scrunches up in confusion as he looks side to side before looking back towards the phone.
“Who gives a fuck? She is the World Champion in Uprising? I don’t think so. If you’re jealous about her being a World Champion in CULT then fucking go off to CULT and beat her for that belt. No one in Uprising gives two shits about CULT other than you. But you’re tired of people turning against you the moment they are set to step inside of the ring against you? Hmmmm, interesting but did you ever stop and truly think about it? Who is right and who is wrong in this scenario? You… or the tons of other people that have done the exact same thing that for some reason you keep falling for over and over again. You are the common denominator in each instance and that means YOU are the problem, not everyone else.”
Choi crosses his arms over his chest.
“But you don’t want to hear that. You don’t want to improve yourself. You’d rather tweet about your feelings and watch people hop aboard your sympathy train. ‘Ohhh poor Molly.’ ‘We’re here for you, Molly.’ ‘We love you, Molly.’ Blah blah fucking blah. How many of those people TRULY care? How many of them showed up at your door to show you some tough love? I’m willing to bet all they wanted was the social media clout of being a nice person. How many of them are going to be there in your corner when you step into the ring against Jace on the 23rd? All the virtual hugs in the world aren’t going to save you from the ass kicking you got coming.”
A smirk tugs at the corner of Choi’s lips.
“And with all of that and the rage you had yesterday you threatened to attack Jace after the bell at Frozen Fury. You? All five foot three and 120 lbs. soaking wet are going to take it to Jace after the match? This man had his throat sliced open in a War Games match last year with barbed wire. I think he’ll manage your midget fit of fury just fine.”
Choi begins laughing which causes him to double over. He gets it out of his system and pulls his glasses off of his face as he straightens up. He takes a moment to wipe the lenses with the same napkin he was reading from earlier while still lightly chuckling at the thought of Molly attacking Jace post-match. Choi puts his glasses back on and puts the napkin away before continuing.
“Molly… God, such a great name and an even better drug… it’s wasted on you. Anyway, you’re blaming your temper tantrum on the fact that you expected to be handed a rematch against Chris Mosh for the Uprising World Championship belt at this super show. You held the belt for less time than it takes me to take a piss and you think that automatically means you should be in a match for the title immediately? ‘But you beat Griffin Hawkins!’ Griffin this and Griffin that. Griffin, Griffin, Griffin… OKAY we get it. You have a crush on Griffin Hawkins. Get on your knees and play old Rockstar’s skin flute so that you get it out of your system. What is so great about Griffin Hawkins?”
Choi tilts his head to the side like he’s waiting for an answer.
“I know the guy happens to be the only two-time Uprising World Champion but outside of that what has he done? Oh, he has a band. Never heard a single song that they’ve ever made. Looked them up on Google and didn’t find anything. Oh, he’s in ten thousand different wrestling promotions! Well, that’s good, I guess. Especially since the guy is known for taking his ball and going home… or rather a new promotion… the moment he loses a Championship belt. That guy? That’s your best friend? That’s your biggest accomplishment as a professional wrestler? Your whole career must be a literal trainwreck.”
Choi reaches up and swipes at his nose a few more times.
“It took you 12 years to win a World Championship? That, again, sounds like a YOU problem not a Jace problem. Maybe if you didn’t waste your time putting people like Griffin Hawkins up on a pedestal and focus on your own shortcomings then it wouldn’t have taken so long. You wanted to focus on your match with Griffin even though you saw the Chris Mosh cash in coming. Is that supposed to be something you’re rewarded for? Are we supposed to present you with one of those giant cookies? All you did is admit you’re a fucking idiot to the entire world. If you saw it coming and did absolutely fuck all to prepare for then clearly, you didn’t want to be World Champion that fucking badly.”
There was a tone of venom in Choi’s words.
“You stand there one moment humble bragging about how you did bare knuckle fighting and took down guys twice the size of Jace. And in the next moment you admit you’re not feeling all that confident in your own abilities. Which is it? Are you this tiny little firecracker that did all the things you listed off or are you the poor little girl that needs a shoulder to cry on from people on social media? I can’t tell but you said you’re going to come at Jace just like you came at Griffin Hawkins or anyone else. That means you’re going to have tunnel vision during a match and be susceptible to someone else getting involved? Good to know, Molls. But let me put this to you very plainly so that even you can understand.”
Choi takes a deep breath then exhales and speaks in a flat but serious tone of voice.
“Jace is different from anyone you’ve ever stepped into the ring against. You can be confident in your ability; you can wet yourself over the fact you’re not handed a rematch against Mosh without having to earn it. You can do whatever it is that you want to do but it’s never going to be enough. You might have a chip on your shoulder, but Jace had a mountain on his back. For too long Jace has been exceptional inside of the ring and yet no one out there sings his praises because he didn’t do dumb shit like World Series of Wrestling events or wrestle on a goddamn boat for Charity. The fact that you briefly brushed shoulders with the Uprising World Championship belt has put a target on you. It means in his first fucking Uprising match that Jace Parker Davidson is going to make an example out of you. You’re going to be the resounding epiphany that the entire world is going to experience at Frozen Fury. With your defeat, with your destruction, Jace will have put the entire wrestling world on notice.”
Choi spreads his arms out wide.
“Everyone will be talking about Jace Parker Davidson. The name Molly Hatchet will fade into the void of nothingness. The experiences and memories that you talked about will be long forgotten much like your entire career. Jace is going to make you wish that you stuck to being a lower tier Champion. You’re going to learn what you stand against real talent. You’re going to find out firsthand what the gap is between you and greatness in this sport. In MY mind you defeating JPD would be an upset of monumental proportions. The problem is that you and everyone else don’t even realize yet, but you will. January 23rd, you will find out that being called The King of Everything isn’t just a catchy moniker. In the middle of that ring, you will bend at the knee and kiss the ring of a superior wrestler. It is only through absolute annihilation that you’ll be able to rebuild, reconstruct yourself into something worthwhile. Then and only then will you learn to appreciate myself and Jace Parker Davidson.”
Choi’s smirk turns as wide as a grin from a Cheshire cat.
“Long live the King.”
Choi bows his head before the sound of Jace’s voice echoes from a distance.
“SHELLEY!”
Choi shoots back up straight like lightning just struck him. He scurries towards the phone and speaks in a hushed tone.
“SHIT I’m not technically allowed in his home. Gotta run, see you at Frozen Fury, ya ginger looking chipmunk with a mouth full of nuts.”
Choi quickly grabs the phone and stops the recording before Jace can find out what he was doing.