Evolution

by Big Boi 702 Sun Feb 11, 2018 9:05 pm

Loss...

You think I’m mad about a loss.

I’m mad about one thing; evolution.

As those words were murmured out of a slightly conscious Charlie Garfield out of the CMV Unmatched Locker-Room, the sound of blood dripping would be the only sound made between the pause. The camera skims throughout the locker-room, only to find Garfield, his knuckles busted open while his arms lean on his knees, having the blood drip from his hands. The camera then moves to Charlie’s POV, looking at a broken locker, with a stain of sorts, of blood. The breathing of Charlie would indicate that he’s been in his tantrum for awhile.

The evolution of professional wrestling has been in great leaps the past couple of years, let alone months. CMV has evolved into the powerhouse multi-million dollar company it is. This company has brought some of the best matches to life with some of the best wrestlers in the world. Omega Lee, James Landon Vain, Sunshine, and many others. But now, this company has seen new seeds that have already bloomed around the world in the “indys”, far beyond CMV. Men like PJ Moon and Dallas Chandler have ran the business to new heights the past couple of months. Heights higher than CMV, even.

He slowly, achingly, grabs a bottle of whiskey on the floor, halfway empty. He took a couple of gulps from it, before placing it on the ground again, staring at the destruction he had made on someone’s locker. His eyes were bloodshot red, looking like a mad man in the working.

...Tonight, I lost to one of those men, in the form of Marty Michales. Now, Marty, I congratulate you on your well earned win. You gave me my scars and I barely made it out of that ring alive. But I will NOT stand for this disorder. But…..CMV have given me the wrong kind of treatment. The kind of treatment for I cannot do anything against these new-comers that have excelled the likes of myself. So what do I do….

...I evolved...