Post by Adrien | Adam on Jul 28, 2018 21:07:43 GMT -5
Down in the waves
She screams again
Roar at the door
My mind can’t take much more
I could never drown in
They wanna get my…
They wanna get my
Gold on the ceiling
I ain’t blind
Just a matter of time
Before you steal it
It’s alright
Ain’t no guard in my house
Date: Friday, July 27th, 2018
Cameras: ON
“So...um...hi there.”
The cameras start rolling. Adam Sanders is sitting on the stairwell that leads to his apartment in sunny San Diego, California. This time, there was no blog, no Eddie Walker, no Adrien Cochrane. Only Adam Sanders, sitting on the stairs in a t-shirt and a pair of khaki cargo shorts. He was wearing a pair of flip flops and no socks. The former West Coast Genesis Long Beach Champion was cleanly shaven but his brown hair was slightly unkempt. He looks down for a few moments before looking back up at the camera from behind his eyeglasses.
“So, here I am. No one speaking on my behalf. Not typing this into a computer. Just...me...talking about my...errr...match. I won’t go into too many details since I really doubt any of you are all that interested in my personal life. But this match means a lot more to me than just a victory. This match is more than just an opportunity to win a championship I won once before. This match is something I can’t afford to lose because of a promise that I made. And I have to keep this promise. It’s the most important thing for me to do right now. So...yeah...umm...opponents...”
The Grand Rapids native nods his head.
“Maybe I’ll focus on the positive people and work my way to the negative people. I’ll do that. Umm...Anastacia Alejandro. So...we’re friends. I think we are anyway. I’m never quite sure where the line is between friendship and acquaintanceship so I could be wrong. I won’t be upset if you correct me. But either way, you’re the person in this match that I like the most. You’re the person that, if I end up eliminated from the match, you will be the person I will hope to win. You’re not a lesser of two evils person. You’re genuinely a good person. And that’s not something I know I will find in the backstage area of a locker room in this business. So...I thank you for your kindness. And your friendship. Or acquaintanceship. Whichever it is we have.”
The awkward grappler takes a deep breath before continuing.
“Alicia Hixx, we don’t really interact with one another. Actually, I think the only person I’ve ever seen you really interact with on any roster is John Blade. Which is fine, I’m guessing you’re just more shy than I am. I mean, the interviewer you had mentioned my name, you didn’t really say anything about it and didn’t exactly talk about the other five people either. In fact, that interviewer didn’t really bring up the other four people, just me and JD. Because of that, I’m not exactly sure what else to say about you. You have been doing this longer than us even though you’ve struggled a lot since you came here so I dunno...maybe you can use that experience and turn it into something. I’m not familiar enough with you to really say any more than that. So...yeah...I’ll see you in the ring, I guess.
“I guess I don’t know a whole lot about Jeremiah Richardson either. Umm...welcome to West Coast Genesis? We tend to keep refreshments pretty close to Mercedes’s office in the backstage area. Some of us are quite tight knit for the most part. Austen Blackwell and Danielle Basch even had like a co-birthday party that I was unable to attend, but they did yank me out of my apartment on the heels of a break up I had recently. There are good people here. But there are also some people that aren’t so nice. Take my former tag team partner, who I will get to in a moment. Also Sela Lark, who I will get to as well. Umm...good luck and welcome to the roster?”
Sanders pauses for a moment before taking a deep breath. He bites on his lower lip as the anxiety that prevents him from normally doing these videos begins to set in. He closes his eyes for a moment before taking another deep breath before looking back at the camera.
“The next three people are not exactly going to be addressed the same as the previous three. I have six opponents. And...well, three of them I’m good or neutral with. The other half though...I don’t exactly have very nice feelings about them. And the first one of those names is the future Mr. Fontaine...I guess? Unless it’s the other way around. I dunno. Either way, I’m talking about J.D. Ryan. Your actions towards me are indirect. You were attacked and hurt by Jason Hunter. I felt sorry for that because you didn’t deserve it. I helped your sister escape from Johnny Maverick when she needed to get away. But when the same thing Jason Hunter did to you...happened to me...you laughed. You celebrated. I thought you were a better person than that. I was so disappointed when I saw the way you were acting after what your boyfriend did to me. Why, JD? Why? Is it just that you’re more loyal to him than me or any set of morals? Do you not see what he did wrong because you’re blinded by your love? I don’t know. If Tasmin ever did something so heinous, I think I’d have the ability to see it and at least say something about it to her, at least privately where it won’t cause an issue. But you...you applauded my pain. And I’m going to remember that when it comes to how you were towards me when I am...would the word be interacting? Attacking? I mean, I would say in the ring with but I’m gonna be in the ring with all of them...this is why I like to have Eddie nearby or Adrien or someone... Umm, context. You can probably maybe piece together what I’m trying to say with the context. Alright. Umm...next person…”
The next person being someone Adam has had a lot of history with…
“Sela-Rica Lark…”
Adam takes another deep breath then regains his composure.
“I played in your playground already, Sela. You bloodied me with a hammer. You had me in your headbutt move. You put me through hell to the absolute best of your ability. And I fought back with every ounce that I had in me. I survived. Not only did I survive, I left victorious and under my own power. You bring up…”
Another pause as Adam starts his sentence all over again. When he says the name, he doesn’t use the affectionate nickname but the legal first name of his ex-girlfriend, Izzy Roxx.
“You bring up Isabelle. I’m not sure if you were poking fun at the breakup or thought we were still together, but I can’t give your best to her. I have no lines of communication with her anymore. The last time I saw the person you know as Izzy Roxx was when I had to wrestle her right after the breakup.
“I’m sure you’re going to try to inflict as much pain as you possibly can to me. I’ve been in the ring with you enough times to know what you do. But Sela, I’m not letting you win this. You have a title shot already. You don’t even need this match. I don’t even know why you’re in it. So I’m going to do everyone a favor, Sela. I’m not going to let you have two shots at Austen Blackwell. I plan on making sure that you are not going to win this match. Sela-Rica Lark, I pinned you once. I can do it again.”
Adam has reached the final name, the final opponent. And he saved this person for last for a reason. He takes off his glasses for a second and places them back on.
“Rémiel Alessandro Fontaine...I guess you prefer to go by the name Prince Sekhmethotep. This is how it is now. My brother in arms...believing through some condiluted delusion that you are actually acting in my best interest. You call me a puppet yet you are the one under the control of another. You say I am weak because I have Tasmin Richards, yet you have JD Ryan literally in the match to help you. I...I don’t get it. You sound like a hypocrite with each word that leaves your mouth. You’re better than this. You’re better than some stupid Egyptian deity that makes you spread so many lies and makes you sound like the biggest piece of hot garbage on the planet.”
Adam’s sounds more and more frustrated as he kept speaking. His fists are clenched and eyes get more into a glare rather than the empty stare they’ve had the entire video. He stops himself from speaking to catch his breath and calm himself.
“I loved you like a brother. I trusted you. We were a team. You had my back. I had yours. You chose to end that. Your reasons for doing so sound moronic, and don’t you dare try to tell me I don’t understand due to lack of intelligence because I have advanced much further in the realm of education than you ever have. Your words are empty now. I can’t trust a word that comes out of your mouth now because of all the trash that is clearly untrue. And now...after you had to CHEAT in order to beat me, you’re in the ring with me again. And I’m not happy with you, Remi. And I will make sure you know that I am not happy with you once that bell starts. Rémiel Alessandro Fontaine, I will defeat you. And I will make you eat every slanderous word you have said about me. You think I’m a puppet? Well, I’m about to pull on your strings…”
Clouds covered love's
Barb-wired snare
Strung up, strung out
I just can’t go without
I could never drown in
They wanna get my…
They wanna get my
Gold on the ceiling
I ain’t blind
Just a matter of time
Before you steal it
It’s alright
Ain’t no guard in my house