Post by Sabin / Madjinn on Apr 26, 2024 16:27:54 GMT
The scenery fades in atop the Hohenzollern Bridge where the current IWF World Television Champion is immediately spotted… Sabin– Madjinn– the dual champion has both of the titles around his waist, one above the other, as he leans over the railing with a cigarette pinched between his fingers, raising it to his lips and heavily inhaling; he holds the toxins in for several prolonging seconds, savoring the taste, and finally cracks his neck before exhaling. Turning his head toward the camera, there’s a sly grin on his face, and he traces his tongue across his lips.
“Y’know, I find it silly…” Sabin scoffs, “I find it silly that ever since I took this championship, I wanted one thing: I wanted to defend it against everybody, and anybody! Anybody that wanted a shot, I was ready to give it to them. Do you know what I was met with?” He pauses for a brief moment, lowering his jaw toward the camera and meeting the gaze of the audience with those baby blues.
“Crickets! I’ve said it–” he scrunches his face, visibly contemplating, “–many, many, many times that I wanted to defend this championship against anybody; I wanted to defend this championship against everybody, but every opportunity that anyone had to be in the ring with me… they didn’t take it! And then, finally, there’s a spark! Finally, people are making the dive! FINALLY, people are challenging me for my championship, but then do you know what I hear being whispered on social media? Do you want to know what I hear people whispering in the audience? Do you want to know what they’re saying in the back? That I’m not fighting anybody– worthwhile.” Sabin’s nostrils flare when he snorts out in frustration.
“They don’t think any of you deserve to be in the ring with me, and do you want to know what I have to say about that?” He takes a quick drag from his cigarette, “They’re absolutely right! NONE of you deserve to challenge for my championship, much less be in the ring with me! NONE of you have earned the right to fight me… But– I don’t care. I fight you, but do you know what I’m really thinking? All I can really think is– too little, too late, ‘cause now…” he takes a step back from the bridge, and unfastens the championship belt from his waist, and then raises his head, “There’s a part of me that wants to fling this championship into the water!” He shouts while committing himself to spin around and toss his arm forward…and had he not had a good grip on the championship, it would have been flung, but Madjinn brings his arm back and holds the championship low, “‘Cause now– I don’t want this championship… I want… the world championship…” He traces his tongue across his lips as they curl into a grin.
“But–” He sniffles, and places the title onto his shoulder, “–this is what’s going to take me to the promised land, right? This title– it’s nothing more than a stepping stone for what I want, what I’m after, and what I deserve! I DESERVE to be the top billed name in this company! I DESERVE to be the champion! And life… is just so fickle. ‘Cause when I first did win this championship, I had every intention of defending each and every week, but there was nobody that wanted to fight me for it! Then– none of them deserved to fight me for it… I was ready to run the gauntlet and beat everybody in the back, one after another, after another, after another, after another, after…another… I was looking forward to some of you having that hope– that determination– that you thought, you believed that every time I beat you in the middle of the ring, you would have what it takes to beat me the next time around! I wanted all of you to believe that you– saw something… you caught something… you learned something, but really, the only person who seems to be getting back in line for this ride is Nick Danger. Nick Danger who thought that he hit the lottery and chose to put this title on the line against me in the first place! I gave him a quick reality check then, and I gave him one– again– and again– and again– and what’s one more time?” He says with a smirk.
“Is this the time, Nick? Is this the night that you’re finally going to be able to say that you have my number?! I mean– I know that we have everybody sitting in the audience that is hoping you’re finally going to have your time to shine… They’re hoping that you’re going to finally do the impossible, but let me tell you something about all those people sitting in the audience, Nick–” Sabin licks his lips again, and crouches down, “All of those people that are cheering for you, all of those people that are wanting to witness a miracle– none of them are betting on you. Check the Vegas odds, Nick! CHECK THEM! Julianna Peña had better odds of defeating Amanda Nunes than you do of defeating me, but– poor example…” he says with a chuckle, “Y’see, Julianna Peña shocked the world by defeating her and made very few people a lot of money, but the difference between Amanda Nunes and me? I’m not letting off the gas. Do you understand me?” He tilts his head toward the camera, giving a moment for the facts to all settle in.
“I’m going to get in the ring with you, much like I did in Heir to the Throne, much like I did at High Stakes, and I am going to dismantle you every fucking second that I possibly can! I am going to be keeping an eye on that clock and see how much time is left…and with…maybe one- or two-minutes left, I am going to finally put you out of your misery, and not a moment sooner! Do you understand me?! You, Nick–” Madjinn wags his finger at the camera, “You are a tough one to break, but I have time to figure it out… I have time to make sure that when you walk out of that ring, you end up like everybody else, and start dodging me! You end up like everybody else, and when it comes time for you to come down to the ring…you get a little bit of a tummy ache, and you just don’t think it’s worth the risk. Learn.” Sabin sniffles and stands back up.
He reaches a hand up and adjusts his beanie, fixes his posture, and tugs on the end of his shirt to get the crinkle out, “Learn to fear me like everybody else already has, Nick, because I’m not sure how many more times you’re going to be able to get in the ring with me and walk out with your head high. Soon– reality will set in. See you on Tuesday, Nick.” Madjinn blows a little kiss to the camera and leaves the frame of the camera as the scenery fades to black.
“Y’know, I find it silly…” Sabin scoffs, “I find it silly that ever since I took this championship, I wanted one thing: I wanted to defend it against everybody, and anybody! Anybody that wanted a shot, I was ready to give it to them. Do you know what I was met with?” He pauses for a brief moment, lowering his jaw toward the camera and meeting the gaze of the audience with those baby blues.
“Crickets! I’ve said it–” he scrunches his face, visibly contemplating, “–many, many, many times that I wanted to defend this championship against anybody; I wanted to defend this championship against everybody, but every opportunity that anyone had to be in the ring with me… they didn’t take it! And then, finally, there’s a spark! Finally, people are making the dive! FINALLY, people are challenging me for my championship, but then do you know what I hear being whispered on social media? Do you want to know what I hear people whispering in the audience? Do you want to know what they’re saying in the back? That I’m not fighting anybody– worthwhile.” Sabin’s nostrils flare when he snorts out in frustration.
“They don’t think any of you deserve to be in the ring with me, and do you want to know what I have to say about that?” He takes a quick drag from his cigarette, “They’re absolutely right! NONE of you deserve to challenge for my championship, much less be in the ring with me! NONE of you have earned the right to fight me… But– I don’t care. I fight you, but do you know what I’m really thinking? All I can really think is– too little, too late, ‘cause now…” he takes a step back from the bridge, and unfastens the championship belt from his waist, and then raises his head, “There’s a part of me that wants to fling this championship into the water!” He shouts while committing himself to spin around and toss his arm forward…and had he not had a good grip on the championship, it would have been flung, but Madjinn brings his arm back and holds the championship low, “‘Cause now– I don’t want this championship… I want… the world championship…” He traces his tongue across his lips as they curl into a grin.
“But–” He sniffles, and places the title onto his shoulder, “–this is what’s going to take me to the promised land, right? This title– it’s nothing more than a stepping stone for what I want, what I’m after, and what I deserve! I DESERVE to be the top billed name in this company! I DESERVE to be the champion! And life… is just so fickle. ‘Cause when I first did win this championship, I had every intention of defending each and every week, but there was nobody that wanted to fight me for it! Then– none of them deserved to fight me for it… I was ready to run the gauntlet and beat everybody in the back, one after another, after another, after another, after another, after…another… I was looking forward to some of you having that hope– that determination– that you thought, you believed that every time I beat you in the middle of the ring, you would have what it takes to beat me the next time around! I wanted all of you to believe that you– saw something… you caught something… you learned something, but really, the only person who seems to be getting back in line for this ride is Nick Danger. Nick Danger who thought that he hit the lottery and chose to put this title on the line against me in the first place! I gave him a quick reality check then, and I gave him one– again– and again– and again– and what’s one more time?” He says with a smirk.
“Is this the time, Nick? Is this the night that you’re finally going to be able to say that you have my number?! I mean– I know that we have everybody sitting in the audience that is hoping you’re finally going to have your time to shine… They’re hoping that you’re going to finally do the impossible, but let me tell you something about all those people sitting in the audience, Nick–” Sabin licks his lips again, and crouches down, “All of those people that are cheering for you, all of those people that are wanting to witness a miracle– none of them are betting on you. Check the Vegas odds, Nick! CHECK THEM! Julianna Peña had better odds of defeating Amanda Nunes than you do of defeating me, but– poor example…” he says with a chuckle, “Y’see, Julianna Peña shocked the world by defeating her and made very few people a lot of money, but the difference between Amanda Nunes and me? I’m not letting off the gas. Do you understand me?” He tilts his head toward the camera, giving a moment for the facts to all settle in.
“I’m going to get in the ring with you, much like I did in Heir to the Throne, much like I did at High Stakes, and I am going to dismantle you every fucking second that I possibly can! I am going to be keeping an eye on that clock and see how much time is left…and with…maybe one- or two-minutes left, I am going to finally put you out of your misery, and not a moment sooner! Do you understand me?! You, Nick–” Madjinn wags his finger at the camera, “You are a tough one to break, but I have time to figure it out… I have time to make sure that when you walk out of that ring, you end up like everybody else, and start dodging me! You end up like everybody else, and when it comes time for you to come down to the ring…you get a little bit of a tummy ache, and you just don’t think it’s worth the risk. Learn.” Sabin sniffles and stands back up.
He reaches a hand up and adjusts his beanie, fixes his posture, and tugs on the end of his shirt to get the crinkle out, “Learn to fear me like everybody else already has, Nick, because I’m not sure how many more times you’re going to be able to get in the ring with me and walk out with your head high. Soon– reality will set in. See you on Tuesday, Nick.” Madjinn blows a little kiss to the camera and leaves the frame of the camera as the scenery fades to black.
Well howdy there pardner.