Allegory
"Just when I thought all was going quiet, and I could have a nice, unencumbered path to my final set of thoughts, our beloved Champion decides to have a say."
"So it goes."
(
FADEIN... Canned footage of Castor Strife in action against someone. No idea who it is: I was looking for 'generic wrestling with Castor' and by george, I found it.
Maybe that's his name: Generic Wrestling.
Anyways...)
"Hi. I'm Randall Knox, and I'm a Conservative."
...
"No. Actually, I'm not."
"But I can see how you could make that mistake, Rook. After all, I hang out with musicians and bartenders and people who work hard for their money, people who believe in equal rights and separation of religion from every other facet of life, and I don't have any right to tell a woman what to do with the real estate in her gut."
"And I referred to a corporation, New Frontier Wrestling, via innuendo, as a sentient entity. So of course, I subscribe to the full tenets of a political belief system based solely on an anecdote."
Makes perfect sense to me, after all, why wouldn't the existentialist enigma choose that moment to be Literal Rook?
"I really want to know, Rook - why isn't the New Frontier a sentient entity? And because you seem to suddenly lack the ability to think past the surface because it would apparently give you a verbal and psychological edge on your opponents, I'll elaborate."
"This company was founded by Craig Miles."
"Its two Season Format champions were Michael Manson and Nova."
"The New Frontier's former Champions include Nova, Felix Red, and Joe the Plumber."
"And? Yori Yakamo Jr had the Dildonites."
...
"Are you prepared to say that this company hasn't gained some semblance of self - awareness?"
That's what I thought.
And there was a static cut to the NFW Season 2 finals, where what happens in Mike Randalls' locker room stays in Mike Randalls' locker room.
"So you took a piece of quasi - poetic rhetoric, Rook, and turned it into a political tool with the success rate of Eric Dane in championship matches. Congratulations."
"But the point remains, and it's relevant to what you were saying, Castor."
"I can't speak for anyone else in this match, but the reason I didn't
just ask you for a rematch was because I didn't deserve one."
And not in the Eric Dane sense of the word.
"You and I were the co-number-one-contenders last summer, Castor. We beat Dan Ryan and Dorchester Stratton and were set to face off for the vacant belt, and you won."
"You pinned me, clean and fair, in the middle of the ring, which, to my way of thinking, ended my World Title aspirations."
"I'm not Eric Dane. I don't take a decisive loss and use it as a springboard for demands for greater glory."
Although, he might have a point, he didn't get to use his most effective wrestling hold, the old 'Tap the Champion on the shoulder and when he turns around, shoot him in the back of the head, roll him up, hook the tights and use the ropes for leverage as the only way to get a pinfall' suplex. He might've actually gotten the three with that.
"The New Frontier decides its Champions and Challengers, and all we can hope to do is be in the right place at the right time to use our applicable skills to earn immortality."
"Don't believe me? Felix Red was World Champion. After he lost, he floundered around for a bit before fading away."
"Kin Hiroshi lost the title. Gone. Dan Ryan lost the title. Gone. Nova lost the title. Gone. Joe the Plumber gave the title up. Gone."
"Other than Kin, they all tried to come back. Other than Nova, none of them made a palpable difference."
"So you tell me, does the New Frontier choose its Champion?"
"Currently, Castor, it's you."
Static cut to last summer, when Castor Strife pinned me in the middle of the ring.
"On one hand, I didn't deserve a title rematch. On the other, the Windham Clan was trying to destroy this company and I refused to allow them to do so."
"Is it my fault that they're here? Maybe it is. Maybe a year - long battle was just my cross to bear. Would I do things different now, Castor?"
"Maybe."
"But what's the point of hindsight?"
"Think about it, Castor."
"You've spent the past year telling me that it's my fault the Windhams are here. Zippy the Wonderdog brings up my name every chance he gets: he says it's because he wants to talk about how I'm a fraud and a loser without offering a shred of evidence to support his claims, but really he just realizes that his entire identity is based on me."
It's kind of like how Troy Windham refers to my supposed grandfather as his footnote and an afterthought, but in the six years since their last match, I've heard my boy bring Troy up exactly once: before the elimination match. Tells you who the loser really is, no?
"Me? I don't regret a minute. Did I screw this company over? I just spent a year trying to fix things, and stole the show every night in the process."
And I showed just how powerless the Windham Clan actually is. Not a bad days' work.
"But your perception of us, Castor, is laughable."
"Rook Black has a title of his own to defend."
"Legion was the Grand Prix Champion, and has had his own agenda.
"Blaine Hollywood was doing the Tag Team thing and sucking at tournament wrestling."
"Eric Dane stole his shot and was bitch - slapped by the New Frontier and its Champion."
Yes, I complimented you. Deal with it.
"And I put my energies toward defending the New Frontier. My work put me in a position to
earn a shot, instead of simply
asking for it."
"That's how this company has always worked, Castor."
"As far as your perceptions? You see us as you want to see us."
"You put us in whatever stereotype you can think of."
"In the simplest terms, and the most convenient definitions."
Static.
"Who is fighting for a shot at your belt, Castor?"
Cut to Rook Black.
"A brain."
Cut to myself, the I in Team that stands for Impulse.
"An athlete."
Cut to Legion, covered in blood, from the final showdown with Varga.
"A basketcase."
Cut to Blaine Hollywood, getting a manicure. Not sure of the time, date, or place. Rose found this footage, I don't ask questions.
"A princess."
Cut to Eric Dane, announcing his ill - begotten title shot several months ago.
"And a criminal."
Fade to black.
"It's up to the New Frontier, which of us will be able to use our skills to stand in the ring with Castor Strife."
And we're spent.