Post by Adrien | Adam on Jul 10, 2018 2:36:16 GMT -5
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Date: Monday, July 9th, 2018
Cameras: ON
“I woke up this morning like I would wake up any morning. My brain is usually not quite at full capacity whenever I do. Usually takes a cup of tea or a hot shower before I can actually comprehend reality.”
Adrien Cochrane sits in the very same spot on the ground that Avery Miles III approached him the previous evening at the beginning of WrestleForce 2. He rests his back against the wall behind him inside of Madison Square Garden. Behind him, Fallout was happening. Inside the arena itself, the bell just rang to begin the bout between John Blade and Julianna DiMaria.
Since the Dropkick King is not scheduled for any matches tonight, he is wearing his regular attire for the evening. His green plaid shirt is unbuttoned enough to reveal the Wallflowers t-shirt underneath. His blue and white cap covers most of his blonde hair. He has a pair of dark blue jeans and a pair of black sneakers. But the newest addition to his appearance sat on his lap.
“It took a minute for it to really set in. Last night really happened. I think the moment I realized that this wasn’t some pasta-induced dream was when I saw the championship belt, sitting gracefully on the hotel desk. Jolted the brain so much better than any amount of caffeine could have. It finally sunk in. I am the NGW Champion. I’ve finally gotten my fourth World Heavyweight Title.”
Cochrane chuckles a bit as he looks at the championship belt on his lap. He runs his right index finger across the nameplate of the New Generation Wrestling Championship.
“This is really mine. It took a dropkick off the stage, a Lightning Strike, a Motor City Circuit, a Dream Breaker, a Flight One Eight Two, a Divine Intervention, and FOUR Adrien Cutters. And a partridge in a pear tree, right?”
Another chuckle follows the Christmas carol reference.
“It took everything I had and then some to put down Johnny Maverick. As of this morning, I’m aware he is no longer with the company. But he deserves some acknowledgment of what it took to finally defeat him. He gave that match every ounce of fight he had in his entire body, and I can’t thank him enough for putting his body and livelihood on the line like that. Perhaps his career, even. Carrying the burden of being the top champion of a company can take a toll on someone, with someone always gunning for you and your title. Johnny Maverick took that and ran with it. He didn’t care who was after him or his belt. He was confident that he was going to get the job done no matter the odds.
“Johnny, wherever you are...I applaud you and the reign you had. I earnestly congratulate you on your time as the NGW Champion.”
Cochrane pulls himself up to his feet and claps his hands four times, one for every Adrien Cutter it took to defeat him.
“So the target that was on the back of Johnny Maverick has shifted to mine. And that’s part of the game. I’m prepared to deal with that. In fact, I already have. A lot of people have approached me while I was leaving Madison Square Garden. It was humbling to have eighteen people approach me to congratulate me, tell me they believed in me, and tell me how proud they were of me. But there were five instances where someone joked that they were coming after the belt, one of which before I even actually won it.
“It’s part of the game. I have to be at my best at all times and prepared to face anyone with the belt is on the line. From Lest We Forget winner Jack Tillman, my next opponent Jaime Alejandro, all the way down to John Blade, I have to be ready for any challengers. This is only the dawn of a new era if I keep myself humbled and keep striving to be better than the man I am today. I have to keep that chip on my shoulder as if I was still fighting from the bottom of the mountain. It’s the only way you can keep yourself at the top.”
Cochrane pats the championship belt.
“It’s how I plan to keep this.
“And yes, you heard me. In thirteen days, I’m aware of my opponent. It was a conversation the two of us had with Amber Richards. Johnny was supposed to have his rematch clause match with me at this upcoming Dissension. Obviously, since Johnny Maverick is gone now, he won’t be able to be a part of that rematch. But that’s what new champions do in this company: they defend the title right away. And I’m not going to be some sort of exception to the rule. I want to go through the ringer like any other titleholder in this company. So how about we pit the Fight Kings against one another? Despite our long-standing friendship, we’ve actually never been opponents before.
“So we have the NGW Champion defending his belt against the Warrior Monk. The Dropkick King takes on the Strong Style Saint. We finally get to see which of us is really the better wrestler, old friend. Your power always meshed well with my speed. Let’s see how they work against one another, aye?”
Cochrane chuckles a little bit before looking back at the camera.
“You are my brother, Jaime. You told me immediately after I won the match that one of these days...actually, I’m pretty sure you said years but I’ll edit that bit for you...it will be you across the ring from me with this title on the line. And to keep the belt nice and shiny for you because you will be coming for it. I quipped you’d have to pry it from my cold, dead hands, and you said that was the idea followed by Everalda remarking that she prefers me to be in one piece. Granted, when this discussion was going, it was mostly in jest, and you had no idea it would be literally a fortnight later, but that’s beside the point. We’re in this match. The belt is on the line. I want Jaime Alejandro to come at me with as much as he possibly can give me.
“Which, to most people, is a death sentence. Let’s not kid ourselves. But to win this title, I took two shots of the Magic Bullet Theory, a Third Eye Opener, a Shock and Awe, Another Body Murdered...and then I was put through the announce table. I’ve proven I will get up from whatever I have to in order to bring home this championship. I might have to go to the nearest medical center when Jaime is done with me, but I’m going there, holding my title, and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do about it.
“Everyone made comments that me believing in myself was not going to be enough when the chips were down. Well, I did it. I delivered upon that and showed WHY I believed. And I did it.
“No one believes more than Jaime. I mean, Johnny said no one believes more than him now, but Jaime’s been believing for years. And now I can show him why he did believe for so long. Jaime, we’re going to be friends after this match, no matter the outcome. I could wake up in the hospital and go down as a fourteen-day champion, and that’s not going to change our friendship. We’ve been through too much for it to be any other way. It’s you...and me…and unfortunately, I’m going to use this match to ring in the new era in NGW.
“I’m ready to take whatever you can throw at me, Jaime.”
She said it's cold, it feels like Independence Day
And I can't break away from this parade
But there's got to be an opening somewhere here in front of me
Through this maze of ugliness and greed
And I seen the sun up ahead at the county line bridge
Saying all is good and nothingness is dead
We'd run until she's out of breath,
She ran until there's nothing left
She hit the end, it's just her window ledge
Hey, come on try a little, nothing is forever
There's got to be something better than in the middle
But me and Cinderella, we put it all together
We can drive it home...with one headlight
Date: Monday, July 9th, 2018
Cameras: ON
“I woke up this morning like I would wake up any morning. My brain is usually not quite at full capacity whenever I do. Usually takes a cup of tea or a hot shower before I can actually comprehend reality.”
Adrien Cochrane sits in the very same spot on the ground that Avery Miles III approached him the previous evening at the beginning of WrestleForce 2. He rests his back against the wall behind him inside of Madison Square Garden. Behind him, Fallout was happening. Inside the arena itself, the bell just rang to begin the bout between John Blade and Julianna DiMaria.
Since the Dropkick King is not scheduled for any matches tonight, he is wearing his regular attire for the evening. His green plaid shirt is unbuttoned enough to reveal the Wallflowers t-shirt underneath. His blue and white cap covers most of his blonde hair. He has a pair of dark blue jeans and a pair of black sneakers. But the newest addition to his appearance sat on his lap.
“It took a minute for it to really set in. Last night really happened. I think the moment I realized that this wasn’t some pasta-induced dream was when I saw the championship belt, sitting gracefully on the hotel desk. Jolted the brain so much better than any amount of caffeine could have. It finally sunk in. I am the NGW Champion. I’ve finally gotten my fourth World Heavyweight Title.”
Cochrane chuckles a bit as he looks at the championship belt on his lap. He runs his right index finger across the nameplate of the New Generation Wrestling Championship.
“This is really mine. It took a dropkick off the stage, a Lightning Strike, a Motor City Circuit, a Dream Breaker, a Flight One Eight Two, a Divine Intervention, and FOUR Adrien Cutters. And a partridge in a pear tree, right?”
Another chuckle follows the Christmas carol reference.
“It took everything I had and then some to put down Johnny Maverick. As of this morning, I’m aware he is no longer with the company. But he deserves some acknowledgment of what it took to finally defeat him. He gave that match every ounce of fight he had in his entire body, and I can’t thank him enough for putting his body and livelihood on the line like that. Perhaps his career, even. Carrying the burden of being the top champion of a company can take a toll on someone, with someone always gunning for you and your title. Johnny Maverick took that and ran with it. He didn’t care who was after him or his belt. He was confident that he was going to get the job done no matter the odds.
“Johnny, wherever you are...I applaud you and the reign you had. I earnestly congratulate you on your time as the NGW Champion.”
Cochrane pulls himself up to his feet and claps his hands four times, one for every Adrien Cutter it took to defeat him.
“So the target that was on the back of Johnny Maverick has shifted to mine. And that’s part of the game. I’m prepared to deal with that. In fact, I already have. A lot of people have approached me while I was leaving Madison Square Garden. It was humbling to have eighteen people approach me to congratulate me, tell me they believed in me, and tell me how proud they were of me. But there were five instances where someone joked that they were coming after the belt, one of which before I even actually won it.
“It’s part of the game. I have to be at my best at all times and prepared to face anyone with the belt is on the line. From Lest We Forget winner Jack Tillman, my next opponent Jaime Alejandro, all the way down to John Blade, I have to be ready for any challengers. This is only the dawn of a new era if I keep myself humbled and keep striving to be better than the man I am today. I have to keep that chip on my shoulder as if I was still fighting from the bottom of the mountain. It’s the only way you can keep yourself at the top.”
Cochrane pats the championship belt.
“It’s how I plan to keep this.
“And yes, you heard me. In thirteen days, I’m aware of my opponent. It was a conversation the two of us had with Amber Richards. Johnny was supposed to have his rematch clause match with me at this upcoming Dissension. Obviously, since Johnny Maverick is gone now, he won’t be able to be a part of that rematch. But that’s what new champions do in this company: they defend the title right away. And I’m not going to be some sort of exception to the rule. I want to go through the ringer like any other titleholder in this company. So how about we pit the Fight Kings against one another? Despite our long-standing friendship, we’ve actually never been opponents before.
“So we have the NGW Champion defending his belt against the Warrior Monk. The Dropkick King takes on the Strong Style Saint. We finally get to see which of us is really the better wrestler, old friend. Your power always meshed well with my speed. Let’s see how they work against one another, aye?”
Cochrane chuckles a little bit before looking back at the camera.
“You are my brother, Jaime. You told me immediately after I won the match that one of these days...actually, I’m pretty sure you said years but I’ll edit that bit for you...it will be you across the ring from me with this title on the line. And to keep the belt nice and shiny for you because you will be coming for it. I quipped you’d have to pry it from my cold, dead hands, and you said that was the idea followed by Everalda remarking that she prefers me to be in one piece. Granted, when this discussion was going, it was mostly in jest, and you had no idea it would be literally a fortnight later, but that’s beside the point. We’re in this match. The belt is on the line. I want Jaime Alejandro to come at me with as much as he possibly can give me.
“Which, to most people, is a death sentence. Let’s not kid ourselves. But to win this title, I took two shots of the Magic Bullet Theory, a Third Eye Opener, a Shock and Awe, Another Body Murdered...and then I was put through the announce table. I’ve proven I will get up from whatever I have to in order to bring home this championship. I might have to go to the nearest medical center when Jaime is done with me, but I’m going there, holding my title, and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do about it.
“Everyone made comments that me believing in myself was not going to be enough when the chips were down. Well, I did it. I delivered upon that and showed WHY I believed. And I did it.
“No one believes more than Jaime. I mean, Johnny said no one believes more than him now, but Jaime’s been believing for years. And now I can show him why he did believe for so long. Jaime, we’re going to be friends after this match, no matter the outcome. I could wake up in the hospital and go down as a fourteen-day champion, and that’s not going to change our friendship. We’ve been through too much for it to be any other way. It’s you...and me…and unfortunately, I’m going to use this match to ring in the new era in NGW.
“I’m ready to take whatever you can throw at me, Jaime.”
This place is old, it feels just like a beat up truck
I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn
What smells of cheap wine and cigarettes
This place is always such a mess
Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn
I'm so alone, I feel just like somebody else
Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
But somewhere here in between the city walls of dying dreams
I think her death it must be killing me
Hey, hey
Hey, come on try a little, nothing is forever
There's got to be something better than in the middle
But me and Cinderella, we put it all together
We can drive it home...with one headlight