'Chivalric' Mason Bishop was a top dog in TTW. No... no. He was the top dog in TTW for... about a year and a half. He always was a major player. The man's a fucking psycho.
When I heard I was teammed up with Kilik and that Chivalric was also on the card, I immediately got that shit switched. Why? Simple.
Chivalric is my biggest threat. And I mean that. I don't care what the rest of you think, Chivalric puts you ALL to shame. If it wasn't for Criss Angel, he'd be 'The Mindfreak Messiah'. Chivalric... you can't touch the man.
But, that's no matter. I doubt he'll even show his face before the match. I highly doubt the fucker will even show up for the match.
Chiv's a prick. Always has been. And that's fine. If that's the way he wants to roll, fine. I could care less. He only looks out for himself, which is fine... he's just a bastard about it.
Chivalric doesn't like tag matches, for that simple reason. He does shit for himself, not a teammate. Cool. That just means that I'll be wrestling three teams of guys, almost literally by myself. A huge fucking handicap.
And you know what I have to say about that?
Amazing
What better way to show up in the CWA, than to take on three tag teams, by myself, and come out victorious? Fuck winning, what if I even come close? That's insane. Nobody does that.
But I make a habit of proving people wrong.
Mason and I... we wouldn't even had been on the same page, let alone a working, cohesive team. I'm almost glad he's not going to show up.
It's wonderful. Because I'll be out there, by myself, manhandling the other 'newbies' to CWA, hitting massive high spots, making the fans 'ooh' and 'ahh' in amazement...
While Mason's fingering his own asshole on a shitty, piss smelling couch in the middle of Bumfuct, Egypt.
That's fine, Mason. That's fine, Kilik, it's fine Sable. It's all fucking peachy.
Because, come the end of the night, I'll be raising my hand high, Marlo will be realizing Triple S has as much talent as my right pinky, and Cyril Acheston will be thinking of going back wherever he came from.
(By the way, Marlo. I saw the way you were lookin' at me when I walked through the doors of the CWA headquarters.)
But, what do I know. I'm just a rookie, right?
Tell that to my right foot when it's ripping your head clean off your shoulders.
Or after I've rolled you up for the 1-2-3, and you're staring at the ceiling.
Looking high above you, and the only thing you see is the bright orbs blurring before your very eyes.
The Lights, people.
Hey, ref. Don't even waste my time.