KING OF THE RING
MAY 22, 2017
TORONTO, ONTARIO, CANADA
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The video began backstage, just outside a black wooden door. The door opened rather quickly as the cameraman rushed inside the locker room. There, PJ Black sat on a leather sofa in plain jeans and an EBWF logo t-shirt. On the cushion next to him sat the EBWF World Championship proudly. Black sat still with his cellphone in his right hand as the camera approached him. He looked up from the phone long enough for the cameraman to spot his attention being turned on himself.
Black chuckled as he sat his phone down on the cushion to his left, just behind the championship title belt.
The camera shook up and down as the cameraman obviously nodded his head. Black looked up at him.
Black shook his head for a second as he paused. He continued shortly after.
The camera caught him as Black rolled his eyes.
There was a slight moment of awkward silence before the cameraman's voice could be heard off camera.
The cameraman stuttered in with his response to Black's pick.
Black brought his hands up in the air and brought them down in a rainbow motion to emphasize Matt Sydal's name in lights. Black's eyes narrowed shortly after. Now, Black looked actually serious.
Black reached down and grabbed his phone as the camera quickly backed out of the locker room. The door closed in the camera's face as the video ended.
Black chuckled as he sat his phone down on the cushion to his left, just behind the championship title belt.
The camera shook up and down as the cameraman obviously nodded his head. Black looked up at him.
Black shook his head for a second as he paused. He continued shortly after.
The camera caught him as Black rolled his eyes.
There was a slight moment of awkward silence before the cameraman's voice could be heard off camera.
The cameraman stuttered in with his response to Black's pick.
Black brought his hands up in the air and brought them down in a rainbow motion to emphasize Matt Sydal's name in lights. Black's eyes narrowed shortly after. Now, Black looked actually serious.
Black reached down and grabbed his phone as the camera quickly backed out of the locker room. The door closed in the camera's face as the video ended.
RUMORS
MAY 22, 2017
TORONTO, ONTARIO, CANADA
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The camera flashed to life, and barely visible, PJ Black sat square in the center of the camera. The faint light in the room only allowed his face to be visible from the light of the computer screen. He reached up with his hand and grabbed his beard. He pulled on it slightly before finally speaking up into the microphone on his laptop.
He paused as his eyebrows raised with the question.
He shook his head.
With that said, Black nodded his head to take his point home.
He took a pause and adjusted his seating.
He shrugged his shoulders, though with the lighting, it was unnoticeable.
Black showed a smirk bigger than any he has ever shown in the past.
He adjusted himself once again, this time moving his face close to the screen.
Black looked into the camera with intensity.
He took a deep breath as he paused.
He took another quick pause before turning the topics back around.
Another smirk appeared on Black's face as he felt the confidence in himself growing.
Black smirked one last time before the video went black just as quick as it came on.
He paused as his eyebrows raised with the question.
Which, I get it. You know that you're going to need the help, so why not bring the help to the ring. I'd do the same thing if I was in your shoes.
But Alex, it's not going to work. "
He shook his head.
Bring them all Alex, because even that's not going to be enough to get the job done.
I know what you're thinking Alex. You're thinking that you're going to be the one. You're the one to knock me off the tracks that I have been on since the end of 2015. The tracks that have had me be the most unstoppable force in the EBWF today!
See Riley, I'm at the top because I am the best thing going in this company to date."
With that said, Black nodded his head to take his point home.
The rumors going around saying that Jimmy Havoc is planning to make this name cemented in history at my expense sometime down the line.
The kids good, don't get me wrong. But he's only good because I haven't shown any interest in him yet. Sure, he has a victory over me. I've never beaten him. I get it.
Jimmy, if you want to think that you're better than me because you faced me once and just happened to beat me. You're a fool. You think that you're the best because of your accomplishments since getting into this company. Well, live them up Jimmy. The accomplishments stop there.
When, and if, you decided to cash that new Gateway Championship in. If it's against me, know that you're going to fail. Just like Alex Riley knows, or should know by now, that he's going to lose to me on Sunday. I'm not the best in this company just because I say I am like Jimmy does. I'm the best in this company because I show it out in that ring."
He took a pause and adjusted his seating.
What's up with that?!"
He shrugged his shoulders, though with the lighting, it was unnoticeable.
I've been champion now in EBWF for the last 515 days! Do you know what that means? Did you check it yet?
It means that yours truly is now officially the...
"LONGEST REIGNING, AND DEFENDING, UNDISPUTED CHAMPION IN EBWF HISTORY!!! EVVVEEEEERRRRRRRR!!! BAAAYYY!! BAY!!!!!"
WOO!! That feels great to say."
Black showed a smirk bigger than any he has ever shown in the past.
"But... But... PJ, you're not."
But I am."
He adjusted himself once again, this time moving his face close to the screen.
Screw that shit!!
See, 515 days ago, at Christmas Eve of Destruction, I won the EBWF Path to Glory Championship. Fast-forward to Fallout 2017. Still holding the EBWF Path to Glory Championship, I walked out the, NEW!! EBWF World Champion. Two titles, same continuous championship reign.
Move ahead a couple of week to when Stone Cold Steve Austin forced me to vacate the EBWF Path to Glory Championship. A championship that if I never had to vacate, I would still be holding today as the EBWF Gateway Championship. But.. Having to vacate, I gave up the EBWF Path to Glory Championship and continued to hold, and defend the EBWF World Championship til this day.
So, if your eyesight is as good as mine, you will see that no where in the last 515 days, have I gone a day without having championship gold around my waist. Making me, the...
"LONGEST REIGNING, AND DEFENDING, UNDISPUTED CHAMPION IN EBWF HISTORY!! Ever."
Black looked into the camera with intensity.
Say that Edge and Randy and they're little title reign when the entire tag division was off at some resort on vacation, is still the longest reign in the history of his company. I know that's what you're all going to say. Because you're just that predictable.
No matter what points you try to make, no one, and I mean no one will disprove what I have done for the last 515 days because quite frankly, you can't.
For the last 515 days I have dominated this company inside and out. I blazed a trail right through the who's who of this business and I left them all in the dust. I could list all the names right now, but you all know them all already. Even and everyone one.
I have taken this company on my shoulders, not Jimmy Havoc, me. I've broken my back for this. I've walked through hell over and over against to keep onto what is mine and that is championship gold. Match after match, I walk back through the curtain and I still have in my hand a title belt."
He took a deep breath as he paused.
Rated RKO.
Move over. As of this moment forward, your time surviving on that last little pedestal that your careers stayed afloat on, has crumbled. You're done. Over. A forgotten memory.
You two have finally faded away in obscurity where you've belonged for a long, long, time now."
He took another quick pause before turning the topics back around.
That includes you Alex.
This Sunday, at Death Before Dishonor. There's not going to be anymore rumors of who's the best in this company. Because this Sunday, at Death Before Dishonor, I will walk in on day 520 of being a champion. I will then walk out to celebrate day 521 as I just keep on dominating."
Another smirk appeared on Black's face as he felt the confidence in himself growing.
You're not going into this match against just anybody.
You're going into this match me, PJ Black. The man that, for the last 515 days, has not lost when it mattered most. Has not lost when my championship has been on the line. Has not lost in one-on-ones. Triple Threats. Elimination Chambers.
No matter what has been put in front of me, I have knocked down all the wall. All the barriers.
I have defeated every, single, person that is put before me. Not because I've been given everything on a silver platter. But because I have gone out there and I have been the best, every, single time!
Just like I'm going to do against you Riley. I'm going to go into this match being the best, and I'm going to walk out of this match still being the best damn superstar in this company. I'm going to do it because that's just what I do. I dominate. I destroy. And I dispose of everything put in front of me.
Ask you buddy Miz just what you're in for. I've beaten him. Numerous times."
Black smirked one last time before the video went black just as quick as it came on.
TRENCHES
MAY 26, 2017
EDMONTON, ALBERTA, CANADA
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As always, the EBWF house show crowds were wild and crazy as ever, here in Edmonton. The Universe showed who they truly liked and who really pissed them off by being a vocal as ever. In the middle of the chaos, the lights in arena dimmed. On the sound system, crackling was heard before "Sick Of It" blasted. The Universe, just like on television, erupted in a loud show of disapproval as PJ Black walked out with the EBWF World Championship securely on his left shoulder. Dressed in his ring gear, Black finished the outfit off with an old, purple and black, "Darewolf" t-shirt.
With a cocky smile, Black walked down to the ring with the series of boos that rained in from the EBWF Universe. He made it down the little aisle-way quickly and entered the ring in no time. He walked over and grabbed the microphone and tapped on it.
TAP TAP TAP He smirked as he raised the microphone. He made his way back to the center of the ring before he finally spoke out.
The Canadian crowd raised the volume on their boos. Black shook his head and talked over the boos.
He waited a few seconds before he continued. The ruckus crowd quieted shortly after.
He paused and moved closer to the ropes on the camera side.
He shrugged his shoulders as he leaned against the ropes.
Black clapped his hands together with every number.
PJ stood back up straight and walked around the ring for couple of seconds.
Black stood in the center of the ring and looked down at the mat. His with right index finger, he pointed to the mat. In a calm voice, he begun to speak once again.
Black looked up from the mat and into the camera.
He took the EBWF World Championship off his shoulder and he raised it high in the air.
Black lowered the championship back down to his shoulder in mid-sentence. He continued to look into the camera.
He gave the Universe another cocky smirk.
Black paused for another second as he thought about what to say next.
The crowd continue to stay quiet as Black continued.
Black lowered the microphone as "Sick Of It" returned to the sound system. He dropped to the mat and rolled out of the ring onto the apron. He sat on the edge for a second before he hopped down and headed to the back.
With a cocky smile, Black walked down to the ring with the series of boos that rained in from the EBWF Universe. He made it down the little aisle-way quickly and entered the ring in no time. He walked over and grabbed the microphone and tapped on it.
TAP TAP TAP He smirked as he raised the microphone. He made his way back to the center of the ring before he finally spoke out.
The Canadian crowd raised the volume on their boos. Black shook his head and talked over the boos.
He waited a few seconds before he continued. The ruckus crowd quieted shortly after.
A Pay-Per-View where I will defend my EBWF World Championship, successfully I might add, against Alex Riley."
He paused and moved closer to the ropes on the camera side.
He took on Joe and came out the winner. Cheated. But still won the match none the less."
He shrugged his shoulders as he leaned against the ropes.
1... 2... 3..."
Black clapped his hands together with every number.
No, I came out to this ring and I beat Joe. I thought it would shut him up, but the dude still things that he's better than me. But I guess it's true what they say. You can't teach an old dog, new tricks. Joe, he's always going to believe that he's better than me. He's going to believe that I have never fought in the trenches."
PJ stood back up straight and walked around the ring for couple of seconds.
I grew up in this business. I fought in promotions that if you asked someone, they've never heard of it. I've wrestled around the globe and back. My path might have gotten diverted for a slight moment, but all the roads in my life brought me back to this business.
I bled. I sweat. I break my body for this business."
Black stood in the center of the ring and looked down at the mat. His with right index finger, he pointed to the mat. In a calm voice, he begun to speak once again.
Black looked up from the mat and into the camera.
He took the EBWF World Championship off his shoulder and he raised it high in the air.
I'm the best and it doesn't matter what you think, say, or do. I will continue to be the best because I've earned this right. This is mine and no one is going to steal it away from me.
You can try..."
Black lowered the championship back down to his shoulder in mid-sentence. He continued to look into the camera.
However Alex, believe me when I tell you this. The outcome of you trying. It's going to be the same of every person that has come before you tried to knock me down. They all tried, and they all failed. Better men than you Alex. They tried, and they failed.
It's a common trend around me Alex, and you should notice it. You can't be as dumb as the rest of the locker room. I mean, after all. You're still in high school and you're on Varsity. So you have to have been keeping your grades up.
Someone challenges me. That same person loses. Time and time again, I say it's going to be the same outcome and it is.."
He gave the Universe another cocky smirk.
You all still belittle me..
You continue to believe that I'm just a flash in the pan that's going to fizzle out in due time, but guess what. I'm still here.
Time after time, all I hear is that I'm undeserving. I'm no good. I don't belong in this company, let alone it's champion. Insult after insult to my mic skills. My wrestling skills. And the fact that I didn't hang out on the "known" indy circuit. But then time after time, none of those "talkers" could back up their talk when they got into this ring with me."
Black paused for another second as he thought about what to say next.
You and your little club are all going to sit up in Barbie's Dream Tree-House, and you're going to talk the same talk that The Miz has already said. That Sami Zayn had said. That Samoa Joe had said.
You're going to say you're better. You're going to say I suck. You're going to make fun of my name again.
Am I getting warmer?
Doesn't matter. What matter Alex is if you're going to back up the talk. Are you going to fight your way out the trenches to take what's mine. Are you sure that you have what it takes to get the job done? Because if not Alex, save your breath.
I don't need to hear you and your boys club talking a lot of shit that you don't intend to back up. I'm done with pretending around here."
The crowd continue to stay quiet as Black continued.
At the rate that I'm going, I'm going to have beaten everyone on this roster and go on to be the EBWF World Champion for years and years. Which, I don't have a problem with doing.
Especially since so far, no one has even come close to proving to me that I don't belong right where I'm at...
Out of the trenches and sitting high.. On top of the mountain."
Black lowered the microphone as "Sick Of It" returned to the sound system. He dropped to the mat and rolled out of the ring onto the apron. He sat on the edge for a second before he hopped down and headed to the back.
GRAVE SITUATIONS
MAY 27, 2017
CALGARY, ALBERTA, CANADA
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Dressed to impress, Corey Graves sat upright on a wooden stool. His left leg was anchored to the ground like a kickstand as his right rested on the lowest pron of the stool. His suit was tight, his hair was stuck in place with pounds of hairspray.
The video feed was interrupted with the opening credits of was seemed to be a trail version of a new EBWF.com exclusive show. Quickly after the credits ended, the black screen faded to the video of Corey Graves once again. This time, EBWF World Champion, PJ Black sat across from Corey on his own stool. He mirrored Corey, as his right leg hung down and supported him on the ground. The EBWF World Championship belt was strapped around his arm and fit snug on his shoulder. Black, dressed nice himself with a clean pair of dark blue jeans. I light blue button up shirt hide behind a deep grey dress vest. The long sleeves of the shirt were rolled up his forearms in a casual manner. In PJ Black fashion, he held his hair away from his face with a pair of black sunglasses on his the top of his head.
Corey Graves lowered a handful of papers to his lap as he looked up and over PJ.
He looked around as he adjusted himself on the stool. Graves wasted no more time with pleasantries as he dove right into the questions.
Black chuckled as Graves finished up the question.
Black took a breather, but Corey was right there to continue the conversation flowing.
Black looked down at his hand as he counted along as he spoke.
Black shook his head.
PJ leaned up on the stool.
Graves flipped through the stack of papers as he looked for what was next.
Graves lowered the papers and stared at PJ as he awaited his response.
Corey looked at Black for a little while longer before finally speaking up.
Graves flipped another page behind the stack and looked up.
Black patted his championship.
Corey looked down at his watch.
Black paused for a second. Corey looked at him and was about to speak up as PJ cut him off.
Black chuckled at what seemed to be an inside joke.
The two men stood up and shook hands as the video cut out. The shows ending credits ran through quickly to end the video.
I'm Corey Graves, and this is...
A Grave Situation."
The video feed was interrupted with the opening credits of was seemed to be a trail version of a new EBWF.com exclusive show. Quickly after the credits ended, the black screen faded to the video of Corey Graves once again. This time, EBWF World Champion, PJ Black sat across from Corey on his own stool. He mirrored Corey, as his right leg hung down and supported him on the ground. The EBWF World Championship belt was strapped around his arm and fit snug on his shoulder. Black, dressed nice himself with a clean pair of dark blue jeans. I light blue button up shirt hide behind a deep grey dress vest. The long sleeves of the shirt were rolled up his forearms in a casual manner. In PJ Black fashion, he held his hair away from his face with a pair of black sunglasses on his the top of his head.
Corey Graves lowered a handful of papers to his lap as he looked up and over PJ.
He looked around as he adjusted himself on the stool. Graves wasted no more time with pleasantries as he dove right into the questions.
Black chuckled as Graves finished up the question.
See Corey, I mention all of this, all of my accomplishments. Not because I'm trying to brag about what I've done in this company. But it's because no matter how many times I say it. No matter how many times I go out there and prove that I'm the best. No one gets it.
They see me still as a paper champion. Someone who shouldn't be champion, but I'm a charity case that EBWF just couldn't pass up on. I hear all the rumors. I hear all the talk, but see, that's okay. It's okay for everyone to continue to doubt me. It just means that I have more and more chances to keep proving everyone wrong."
Black took a breather, but Corey was right there to continue the conversation flowing.
Black looked down at his hand as he counted along as he spoke.
The list goes on Corey, but I'm sure you get my point.
I've heard all these things so many times now, that I'm sure I could peg Alex Riley's promo on me."
Black shook his head.
PJ leaned up on the stool.
I don't care who Alex decides to bring down to that ring tomorrow night because the result will be the same. I will walk of Death Before Dishonor, still the EBWF World Champion."
Graves flipped through the stack of papers as he looked for what was next.
Graves lowered the papers and stared at PJ as he awaited his response.
He's undeserving. Sure, a lot of people have said that about me, but I've proved them all wrong. Alex, he hasn't proved anything. Everyone keeps giving him all these chances, and he blows them all worse than a daytime prostitute.
He's done nothing to make a name for himself aside from being aligned with The Miz. He thought that he was getting out of Miz's shadow by beating Miz and making him his servant, but really, what have you done with this freedom Alex? You became the EBWF Intercontinental Champion, congratulations. Do you want a cookie?
After that, you were shot straight to the top to do what? Fail over and over again.
You failed in the Elimination Chamber when I eliminated you. You failed at WrestleMania when you could have merged two championship to become the first at something. You've failed so much since "stepping out" of the Miz's shadow that you had to go and create a group, who includes The Miz, shocking. To help you out, and even then, you still fail.
Now, stranger things have happened, and there is still a chance that you could manage to beat me tomorrow night, but let's face it. Where you've been failing, over and over. I've been succeeding. I've been making a name for myself and putting my mark on this company. I've been doing what everyone said I couldn't do. So believe me, I know that shocking things, can happen. But Alex, to make those things happen, you have to make them happen. I made it all happen. Me. By myself. I took this company and I ran with it, while you... You "broke loose" from The Miz to be your own man, only to put yourself back in a group. A group where your name reflects their names. So when they're nobodies, it makes you a nobody Alex.
So that's what I think Alex Riley, Corey. I think that he's a nobody, who thinks that he's broken out from the shackles that once bound him. Only to realize that you're still, locked underground. Where no one cares about you and no one will remember you."
Corey looked at Black for a little while longer before finally speaking up.
Graves flipped another page behind the stack and looked up.
Black patted his championship.
Samoa Joe, Jimmy Havoc, whoever.
They're going to come. They're going to try to take what's mine. I know it's going to happen. There's nothing that I can do about it until the match takes place and I can dominate them, just like I do everyone else.
So for now, I'm not looking into the future. Alex Riley has my complete focus at the moment, and tomorrow night. I'm going to go to work.
I'm going to go out to that ring tomorrow night and I'm going to put on a show. A clinic. I'm going to show Alex Riley and his club, that I'm the real deal around here. Last month, I beat Randy Orton plain and simple. With his own move at that. Three weeks ago, I beat AJ Styles. Again, plain and simple, just like that. Then two weeks ago, even with the baggage of having AJ Styles as my tag partner, I beat two members of Varsity Club. Hell, last year, I wiped the floor with The Miz a couple of times. And this year, at Elimination Chamber, I beat you already Alex. So by myself, I have already beat every single one of your little club. I'm not one to brag, but, that's gotta be note worthy.
But putting all that where it belongs, in the past. The future is still clear Alex. Tomorrow night, you're going to go out to that ring, alone or with your club, it doesn't matter. Either way, you're going to go out there and you think. Key word there, think. You think that you're going to beat me. Just like everyone else. You think that you're going to beat me and finally stop the dominance that I've shown in this company recently. You're going to try you hardest, I know, but your hardest Alex. It's not going to be enough."
Corey looked down at his watch.
Black paused for a second. Corey looked at him and was about to speak up as PJ cut him off.
Black chuckled at what seemed to be an inside joke.
The two men stood up and shook hands as the video cut out. The shows ending credits ran through quickly to end the video.
THE BEST
MAY 28, 2017
CALGARY, ALBERTA, CANADA
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The video feed cut from ringside to backstage, where none other PJ Black stood in front of the Death Before Dishonor logo. The EBWF World Championship draped over his shoulder as he stood there in street clothes. He held onto the title as he moved from side to side before he finally spoke up.
Black paced back and forth for a second before stopping.
Black turned his body towards the camera and ran his hand through his hair.
He shook his head and looked down for a second.
Black was looking back at the camera now as he continued.
He outstretched his arms and smiled.
His arms lowered on their own as he continued to speak.
A confident smirk grew on PJ's face.
He shook his head as he shrugged his shoulders.
He pretended to scratch his head.
Black smirked again and gave a little nod.
He pointed to the ground intensely as he looked into the camera.
Black took a deep breath before he continued. Now he spoke in a softer tone.
For a quick jester, Black motioned in the direction of the ring. His arm dropped slowly after as he continued.
Black stood still with a smirk on his face as the video feed ended and the Pay-Per-View returned to ringside.
But we do Alex. We do.
See, for different reason, we both think of this match as a joke. You? You think that it's a joke because I'm in the match. You don't think that I deserve to be where I am, and that is the champion. You probably even want me to hand the title over to you?
That'll make things easier on me, you say."
Black paced back and forth for a second before stopping.
You? You're in this match because you think that you deserve to be. You think that beating a man that I already sent packing means that you belong at the top. News flash Alex, it doesn't."
Black turned his body towards the camera and ran his hand through his hair.
You walk around this company thinking that you're the best. Hell, you've even turned the company into a high school and started calling yourself and your moronic group of misfits, the Varsity Club. And no one can sit with you. But hey, guess what. No one wants to sit with you. Why? Because you think that you're the coolest kids on the block, but in reality, you're the loser table.
I mean look around Alex. Ever since you started up this Varsity Club, you think that you would be on top, but you're not. You've lost everything that you had, as little as it might have been. You lost the EBWF Intercontinental Championship to man who thinks being somebody in dead division means something. You lost to Havoc. Now come on."
He shook his head and looked down for a second.
What am I saying, of course you do.
You believe it so much that you're probably already picking out what color streamers you're going to have for your "Championship Celebration Prep Rally".
Wake up Alex, this isn't high school anymore. There is no Varsity and JV squads around here anymore except for the fake one that you made up to make yourself, and your little club feel important enough to continue to matter around here. And I'll admit, it worked for a little while, but it all ends tonight."
Black was looking back at the camera now as he continued.
You've always been nothing. And you will always be nothing.
Believe it or not Alex, it makes not difference. It makes no difference at all because honestly, I've made everyone that has come before you realize the truth, just like you will tonight. Every one of them thought the same things that you're thinking Alex. And sure, you might really deep down inside believe them to true, but they're not. The truth is that you are a loser. Especially when you step into the ring with me, P. J. Black."
He outstretched his arms and smiled.
His arms lowered on their own as he continued to speak.
But Alex, I have been fighting non-stop since I won the EBWF Path to Glory Championship a year and a half ago and I haven't shown any signs of letting up and I'm not going to start tonight. I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of being the first man to actually step up and beat me. Not you Alex. You don't deserve it because you've done nothing to deserve to be where you are at right now.
But it's been a slow couple of months since Mania and the executives trying to get the King of the Ring Tournament up and going without me in there. It's all be a mess and I guess they over looked some other people and thought that you Alex, were ready for this. But whoever made that decision has since been fired probably, but all I know is that this. All of this tonight... It'll forever be known as the "O.B.A.M.A" of EBWF.
One big ass mistakes. Alex."
A confident smirk grew on PJ's face.
I mean, seriously. How many matches have you all won collectively since joining up together?
Sure, you've held a title and manage to hold onto it for a bit. Miz has been on the shelf for a while. But Titus and Darren? What have they done? Better yet, what have you done Alex?"
He shook his head as he shrugged his shoulders.
However, with your record against the "JV Squad" as of late. I mean come on, if you're really superior don't you think that the win column would be more in your favor? I'm just saying.
I don't know if there's a difference between the schools in South Africa and the US, but shouldn't the "better" team have the better record? Or am I just lost in translation here?"
He pretended to scratch his head.
Though, you guys do say you have the girls...
Now this makes me wonder. Maybe yourself is better. Hmm...
But wait, we've never really seen you guys with any girls. Sure, you're always around girls when they're working and they have to come up to you, but seriously. Have you guys gotten any girls lately? I mean I'm not going to brag, but I've got hoes in different arena codes...
And let's not forget, as if you could since you always bring up the past, but I've banged the one girl in EBWF that every man has wanted to, but never have. Velvet Sky. So, my credentials are on the table. What about yours?"
Black smirked again and gave a little nod.
Tonight Alex, you're going to go out to that ring thinking that you're on top already. Thinking that you've got this in the bag because simply put, you think that you're better than me. In ever sense of the word, you really, truly, deeply believe that you're better than me. That's been the mistake of every man that came before you. It's going to be your mistake. And it's going to be the same mistake that everyone will continue to make until they finally realize.
I'm the best.
Not Alex Riley. Not AJ Styles. Not Samoa Joe. Not Randy Orton. Not Jimmy Havoc.
Me, myself, and I. That's right. I'm the best in this company. I'm best in this business. Not just today, but ever. And I'm not just blowing smoke up my own ass. The facts all sit right out in front of you. Posted on every sport blogging website around the world.
I, hands down, am THE man that is taking this company further into the future than ever thought possible."
He pointed to the ground intensely as he looked into the camera.
I've overthrown kings. I've de-fanged vipers. I crumbled empires...
I've destroyed destroyers.
I did it all to get here. To get to tonight as the EBWF World Champion. Not because I'm hungry for the glory. Not because I think that this belt will make me cooler at the popular table. But because this title. It's my proof. It's the trophy that shows off all of the accomplishments that I achieved leading up to this point. Leading up tonight."
Black took a deep breath before he continued. Now he spoke in a softer tone.
Beating you tonight and holding on to his championship, it's to continue to be the best. It's to continue to prove a point and that point is that I am, without a doubt, the best damn wrestler this company has going right now and there's nothing, you can do. There's not that anyone can do to prove me wrong.
As long as I hold the EBWF World Championship, I'm making a statement. I'm proving to everyone that I'm not a flash in the pan. I'm proving that I'm not a transitional champion. I'm proving that I belong here at the top of this mountain that's called EBWF. No matter what you, or anyone else says about that. As long as I hold the EBWF World Championship, no one can dispute who I am or what I can do in that ring."
For a quick jester, Black motioned in the direction of the ring. His arm dropped slowly after as he continued.
Not because you're not "Varsity" level. You are.
Even so, you're not on my level. You're not on the level that I have destroyed everyone else to get to. And after tonight Alex, you're going to added to that list. But remember. It's not because you're not good. Everyone that I have faced has been good. Samoa Joe, he's good. Randy Orton, he's great.
But both of them, and yourself Alex, you're not me. You're not PJ Black. You're the best.
And as long as I'm the EBWF World Champion, you, and the rest of the EBWF locker room. You'll never, be better than me."
Black stood still with a smirk on his face as the video feed ended and the Pay-Per-View returned to ringside.
