Post by Chris Williams on Jun 2, 2016 19:24:59 GMT -6
In the dead of night, I’m quickly startled awake by an intruder in my home, stumbling into my bedroom. But before I even have a chance to react, I am knocked out cold by the intruder. I am bound, gagged, and carried away with a bag over my head.
The next thing I remember is being dragged out of a car, to the ground. I quickly scramble to my feet the best I can, and am led forward into a building. The bag over my head is slowly pulled away, and I see who kidnapped me…
“What the hell Badger?! What are you doing!? You come into my house in the middle of the night, you knock me out, tie me up, and now you've got me looking at whatever dumb plan you've concocted?! What's going on with you?!”
I’m not even listening to what Badger says next, because the second he cuts my hands loose, I punch him in the mouth.
"I see you were prepared to bring me here no matter what, huh?!”
Still somewhat disoriented, I’m beginning to realize Badger didn’t actually have TRULY ill intentions toward me…. He’s just trying to help me in the most Badger-like way possible. I see his ‘training facility’. It’s the Bathroom Stall Brawl setup, complete with all manner of makeshift weapons that one would usually find in a bathroom. I still am unsure why exactly he brought me here instead of to a regular gym to train for my match against Barrel.
“...What do you want me to do?”
“That's easy Chris... I want you to bleed, sweat, and cry. After all, that's what makes a great man in this business right?”
I am very unsure of this whole plan, but Badger really has had my back since his return, so I trust him. I follow him into the cage, and our EPIC TRAINING MONTAGE begins! And if you’d like to see the full montage, please visit msw.freeforums.net/thread/1738/last-train-home
As the montage comes to a conclusion, I am fighting through the pain to keep doing pushups with multiple bathroom sinks on my back. I’ve hit 100 so far, but I’m not sure how much more I have left.
“Come on Chris! One Hundred More! Barrel said you'd have to throw everythin' includin' the kitchen sink at him! Well, can he handle a man who is doin' push ups with three bathroom sinks?! Huh?!”
“Drop the bathroom motif already! Geez!”
Finally, Garland relents and begins to lift the bathroom sinks from my back. As I feel the weight of that final sink get lifted from my body, I collapse to the ground in agony. The worst part is that I’m heading to Drew Stevenson’s gym later today to get some ACTUAL training in. I will be sore as hell tomorrow. As I sit there and ponder whether or not to get up, Garland comes back with a white T-shirt and sharpie marker. He tosses the shirt to me, and it reads ‘I graduated from Garland’s Gauntlet.’ I begrudgingly put the shirt on, and Garland pats me on the back in approval. I wish I could call a taxi, but I’m not even really sure how to get home from here. I hop back in Badger’s car, this time with fully functional appendages that AREN’T tied behind my back, and he drives me home as the scene fades.
Drew Stevenson’s Gym. 7pm.
Moments after completing my sparring session, still trying to shake off the trauma of my middle-of-the-night-kidnapping, I’m standing in front of a mirror, slowly untaping my hands.
“You know, Barrel brought up some great points. I have a decade of experience in this business, and have only really flirted with top-level success at various times throughout my career. It’s a great point because it’s something I readily admit; I even mentioned it myself recently, so Barrel is just deciding to repeat what I’ve said and what we already know. But yeah… maybe I’m just a man who won’t live up to the ‘potential’ that lays within me. Maybe I’m just a man who won’t be able to fulfill the great expectations that were laid at my feet every time I walked into a new federation, a new yard.
Barrel stands with over 100 pounds of - let’s face it - pure muscle on me. He towers over me by nearly a half a foot. How can somebody even think of having a chance against someone like that, right? He’s just too big, too strong, too vicious for me to have a shot at defeating him.… according to him. He’s a terror of this federation, who has made a living out of dominating every single competitor that has stepped into the ring with him. So maybe I’m just a guy who is way past his prime, trying to tug at Superman’s cape. And he’s going to just eventually turn around and bury me right there in the middle of the ring. And why wouldn’t he? Because according to Barrel, I’m just a nobody, a never-was. A never-was like me doesn’t even deserve to be in the ring with a man like Barrel. A man like Barrel, who has never been defeated before, would quite obviously wipe the floor with an idiot like me.
Or so he says. Because if that were the case, why would anyone bother to show up to watch the match? Why would a single fan bother to buy a ticket, especially considering we are the highest match on the card? If the Main Event was actually that one-sided, why would anyone tune in to watch the show at all?
I’ll tell you why. Because I’m Chris Williams, the guy that has made a living out of proving people wrong. You say I’ve done nothing, but let me show why you’re wrong. I was the first-ever Pure 15 Champion in MSW history, everyone knows that. I wasn’t ABLE to defend it, because I was never BOOKED to defend it. That’s out of my control. But what most people don’t seem to talk about is that I am THE LONGEST reigning champion in ANY division, holding that trophy for nearly a year and a half before I was finally toppled by Artemis Kaiser. So congratulations, you’ve had the IMPure title for a little over a month… I held that trophy for nearly as long as you’ve even been in this business!! Like it or not, I am your predecessor in this division. What you’re doing now… yeah, it may be a little different than how I handled it, but it’s still the same old song and dance that I did for EIGHTEEN months.
And you can sit there and say that what I’ve done outside of this federation doesn’t matter, and you’d be partly right. But since you’ve gone on about GGW and Mexico, let me give you a little history lesson about Chris Williams. You say I’m unknown outside of two states, let me prove you wrong again. I’m a former World Champion in the Premiere Wrestling Alliance, the longest reigning and most defensed champion in that federations entire history, a federation that traveled the whole damn world. In GWF, I won title after title after title, across both brands within that company, being the hardest working competitor across both brands EVERY SINGLE WEEK. I was the resident Ironman of GWF. In IPW’s short-lived run, I was a champion there as well. So congratulations, people have known your name for the last two years. People have been CHANTING my name throughout all the years you’ve played around in the circus.
And you’re right, none of that will matter once the two of us step into the ring. But it’s just another example of proving everyone wrong. That is why CHRIS WILLIAMS is the name that puts asses in seats, not Barrel. Because if this match actually was as one-sided as you believe it to be, Chris Williams wouldn’t even still be wrestling. Because the “never-was” wrestlers don’t make it in this business. I am a threat EVERYWHERE I go, because I am Chris Williams. You think I’m just tugging on Superman’s cape? I’m gonna crack your skull with a fistful of Kryptonite. You want to knock me to the canvas? I’ll get right back up and punch you in the mouth. You want to bust out that shovel and try to bury me in the ring? I’m going to rip that shovel from your hands and shove it right up your ass.
I’m Chris Williams, and if you’re betting against me, you’re betting wrong. I’m going to end this tainted IMPure reign of Barrel, and I’m gonna bring back the Pure 15 Championship, starting this Saturday.”
The next thing I remember is being dragged out of a car, to the ground. I quickly scramble to my feet the best I can, and am led forward into a building. The bag over my head is slowly pulled away, and I see who kidnapped me…
“What the hell Badger?! What are you doing!? You come into my house in the middle of the night, you knock me out, tie me up, and now you've got me looking at whatever dumb plan you've concocted?! What's going on with you?!”
I’m not even listening to what Badger says next, because the second he cuts my hands loose, I punch him in the mouth.
"I see you were prepared to bring me here no matter what, huh?!”
Still somewhat disoriented, I’m beginning to realize Badger didn’t actually have TRULY ill intentions toward me…. He’s just trying to help me in the most Badger-like way possible. I see his ‘training facility’. It’s the Bathroom Stall Brawl setup, complete with all manner of makeshift weapons that one would usually find in a bathroom. I still am unsure why exactly he brought me here instead of to a regular gym to train for my match against Barrel.
“...What do you want me to do?”
“That's easy Chris... I want you to bleed, sweat, and cry. After all, that's what makes a great man in this business right?”
I am very unsure of this whole plan, but Badger really has had my back since his return, so I trust him. I follow him into the cage, and our EPIC TRAINING MONTAGE begins! And if you’d like to see the full montage, please visit msw.freeforums.net/thread/1738/last-train-home
As the montage comes to a conclusion, I am fighting through the pain to keep doing pushups with multiple bathroom sinks on my back. I’ve hit 100 so far, but I’m not sure how much more I have left.
“Come on Chris! One Hundred More! Barrel said you'd have to throw everythin' includin' the kitchen sink at him! Well, can he handle a man who is doin' push ups with three bathroom sinks?! Huh?!”
“Drop the bathroom motif already! Geez!”
Finally, Garland relents and begins to lift the bathroom sinks from my back. As I feel the weight of that final sink get lifted from my body, I collapse to the ground in agony. The worst part is that I’m heading to Drew Stevenson’s gym later today to get some ACTUAL training in. I will be sore as hell tomorrow. As I sit there and ponder whether or not to get up, Garland comes back with a white T-shirt and sharpie marker. He tosses the shirt to me, and it reads ‘I graduated from Garland’s Gauntlet.’ I begrudgingly put the shirt on, and Garland pats me on the back in approval. I wish I could call a taxi, but I’m not even really sure how to get home from here. I hop back in Badger’s car, this time with fully functional appendages that AREN’T tied behind my back, and he drives me home as the scene fades.
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Drew Stevenson’s Gym. 7pm.
Moments after completing my sparring session, still trying to shake off the trauma of my middle-of-the-night-kidnapping, I’m standing in front of a mirror, slowly untaping my hands.
“You know, Barrel brought up some great points. I have a decade of experience in this business, and have only really flirted with top-level success at various times throughout my career. It’s a great point because it’s something I readily admit; I even mentioned it myself recently, so Barrel is just deciding to repeat what I’ve said and what we already know. But yeah… maybe I’m just a man who won’t live up to the ‘potential’ that lays within me. Maybe I’m just a man who won’t be able to fulfill the great expectations that were laid at my feet every time I walked into a new federation, a new yard.
Barrel stands with over 100 pounds of - let’s face it - pure muscle on me. He towers over me by nearly a half a foot. How can somebody even think of having a chance against someone like that, right? He’s just too big, too strong, too vicious for me to have a shot at defeating him.… according to him. He’s a terror of this federation, who has made a living out of dominating every single competitor that has stepped into the ring with him. So maybe I’m just a guy who is way past his prime, trying to tug at Superman’s cape. And he’s going to just eventually turn around and bury me right there in the middle of the ring. And why wouldn’t he? Because according to Barrel, I’m just a nobody, a never-was. A never-was like me doesn’t even deserve to be in the ring with a man like Barrel. A man like Barrel, who has never been defeated before, would quite obviously wipe the floor with an idiot like me.
Or so he says. Because if that were the case, why would anyone bother to show up to watch the match? Why would a single fan bother to buy a ticket, especially considering we are the highest match on the card? If the Main Event was actually that one-sided, why would anyone tune in to watch the show at all?
I’ll tell you why. Because I’m Chris Williams, the guy that has made a living out of proving people wrong. You say I’ve done nothing, but let me show why you’re wrong. I was the first-ever Pure 15 Champion in MSW history, everyone knows that. I wasn’t ABLE to defend it, because I was never BOOKED to defend it. That’s out of my control. But what most people don’t seem to talk about is that I am THE LONGEST reigning champion in ANY division, holding that trophy for nearly a year and a half before I was finally toppled by Artemis Kaiser. So congratulations, you’ve had the IMPure title for a little over a month… I held that trophy for nearly as long as you’ve even been in this business!! Like it or not, I am your predecessor in this division. What you’re doing now… yeah, it may be a little different than how I handled it, but it’s still the same old song and dance that I did for EIGHTEEN months.
And you can sit there and say that what I’ve done outside of this federation doesn’t matter, and you’d be partly right. But since you’ve gone on about GGW and Mexico, let me give you a little history lesson about Chris Williams. You say I’m unknown outside of two states, let me prove you wrong again. I’m a former World Champion in the Premiere Wrestling Alliance, the longest reigning and most defensed champion in that federations entire history, a federation that traveled the whole damn world. In GWF, I won title after title after title, across both brands within that company, being the hardest working competitor across both brands EVERY SINGLE WEEK. I was the resident Ironman of GWF. In IPW’s short-lived run, I was a champion there as well. So congratulations, people have known your name for the last two years. People have been CHANTING my name throughout all the years you’ve played around in the circus.
And you’re right, none of that will matter once the two of us step into the ring. But it’s just another example of proving everyone wrong. That is why CHRIS WILLIAMS is the name that puts asses in seats, not Barrel. Because if this match actually was as one-sided as you believe it to be, Chris Williams wouldn’t even still be wrestling. Because the “never-was” wrestlers don’t make it in this business. I am a threat EVERYWHERE I go, because I am Chris Williams. You think I’m just tugging on Superman’s cape? I’m gonna crack your skull with a fistful of Kryptonite. You want to knock me to the canvas? I’ll get right back up and punch you in the mouth. You want to bust out that shovel and try to bury me in the ring? I’m going to rip that shovel from your hands and shove it right up your ass.
I’m Chris Williams, and if you’re betting against me, you’re betting wrong. I’m going to end this tainted IMPure reign of Barrel, and I’m gonna bring back the Pure 15 Championship, starting this Saturday.”
