Quarter Finals: Ashe Corvin vs. K-Remix

Elysium.

It's oddly fitting that Kelly Godless would open a wrestling promotion with that name. The man who led a group with Personal Jesus as our entrance music. The man who thought hanging other wrestlers was a fun time. Of course, he is the type that would try to make his own Paradise. His own heaven.

And just like the Elysium from the tales, he wants to gather all the young and fresh heroes. Build them up and showcase them to the world like some shiny new toy. That has really always been Kelly's M.O. though. Gather the best and brightest and show off. Too bad that is impossible.

Not saying that it can't be done. Just not the way Kelly envisioned it. He wanted the fresh, young talent to be seen. Look at them, they can really put on a show! That idea is bound to failure. There is no set standard for you. Had you revived the old family company your idea could have worked. It has the name, the history. Greatness cannot survive nor breed in a vacuum. You need a measuring stick. You need a standard by which the talent can build up towards.

You need me.

I've got the tenure. I've got the history. I have the standard for them to live up to. I know you know that too Kelly. I know because here I am, with a contract for your company. A spot in your tournament to crown your first champion. Well, at least that's what it's supposed to look like. I get it, Kelly, I really do. Got to keep up appearances. Can't just hand the title to a former team mate. Gotta make this look legit.

But that's alright. This isn't my first one night tournament. I can handle it. Will make quick work of each match, solidly displaying why I am the standard for Elysium. I will prove, once again, that I am the best there is at this. I will take this title and I will raise its standards. It will be a title that is sought after by the best and the brightest you can find. I will hold court over and judge these young heroes.

Then, when I feel that a proper successor has arrived I shall pass the title on. When it's legacy is secured, only then shall I relinquish it. You have made a wise choice Kelly. You remember my Crusade. The records I hold in your family's legacy. I will make a fine summit for your band of heroes to aspire to. Let them all come and challenge me. Let them test their might against their aspiration. Only the worthy may pass. I am their gate keeper. Their King. Their God. Soon they shall all bow before me.

The first in line is just the type I would figure that would gravitate to Elysium. K-Remix he likes to call himself. Way to hit all the hyped up buzz words in your little description. Make sure you can get all that social media hype behind yourself. Let them build you up to think you will win this tournament. The fans always know who is gonna win. They always back their favorite.

Hit all them buzz words and get all the fans you can. You are going to need mighty large and full sails to get past me. Let all of that social media buzz inflate that ego. I do love to shut down cocky little punks. Kid, I've been in the game a lot longer than anyone else on this roster. I've seen and done most everything imaginable. So let me tell you this. The backing of the fans, honest to god, doesn't mean shit.

You need talent. You need skill. You need knowledge. You need endurance. That is what it takes to win matches, tournaments, and titles. In most every company I have worked for over my career, I have held titles and records. I have been the first, last, and best champion in them. I have help belts the longest, or most times. I'm in a few Hall of Fames and should probably be in even more.

Looking at you there Kelly.

You are so green compared to me it's not even funny. I get it though. I really do. You probably weren't coming here expecting to face a twenty year veteran of the sport. That can be a damper on anyone's parade. But there is honestly no need to feel bad about this. No need to really fear. You losing was just inevitable. And that's ok. It just means that you are on the same footing as everyone else in Elysium.

You will be par for the course. The average of the field vying for what I will have. Maybe you might learn a thing or two after I literally take you to task in that ring. I hope you even watch the rest of my matches for the night. Take notes. Learn something. Don't be like the rest of your generation. Learn from your mistakes and the abilities of others.

It's a noble thing to do. So please, I beg you. Learn. Don't waste your potential because you superior eliminated you early. There are always gonna be early eliminations. It's just your turn. Fate dealt you the short straw. You're young. You will have plenty more chances and opportunities. Who knows, you might even make your way up the mountain to stand across the ring from me again.

It will be a day that I look forward to. The day you have a chance to over come your first loss. The blemish to the start of your career. So please, worry not. And please, little fly.

Step into my parlor.

I am disappointedly not surprised.


Not one original thought among the lot of you. Sure, everyone said the same about me. I’m doing something that someone has done forever. What they fail to realize, despite all the ‘research’ they have claimed to do, is I’ve been doing this for a long, LONG, time. I’m a firm believer that if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. I’ve literally done everything in that ring that all of you dream about. I’ve won every kind of title imaginable. Won countless tournaments. Set records that will never be broken. I’ve been inducted into countless halls of fame. I’ve done it all.

So why is an ‘old man’ like me here? Why come back to the ring when odds are, I’m just going to get injured? Because when it’s in your blood there is nothing short of paralyzation or death that will keep you away. So here I am, in a promotion run by a long time associate. Surrounded by snot nosed punks and self proclaimed greats. Sorry if nothing any of you do or say impresses me. Odds are, I’ve seen it before. Twice. And done far better.

Take this upstart little punk I have to spank in the first round. You know what buddy? I TRIED to do research on you while I did it on the rest of the field. I found plenty of a lot of them. Hell, the little albino girl has done more in wrestling than you have. The first match of yours I could find was from a few days ago. That’s it. Kinda hard to research a literal no body in this business.

So fucking what if your dad was some wrestler. Been around twenty years and I have never heard of him before looking into you. So yeah, you found out a lot of my history. Good for you! Took you what, a whole five minutes and one google search? So hard. Well done. Hope you had a nice nap after as a reward for all that “hard” work.

I honestly can’t understand how you could spout off that bullshit you did with a straight face. You claimed to do all this research and then spouted out two little snippets and assumed the rest. When I said my shit about you, it’s because you literally have nothing to base anything off of but guess work. You don’t like the nickname I decided to use this go around? Which one would you prefer? The Violent Knight of Sedition Rising? Na, that might lead some to think that I am getting preferential treatment. How bout The Crusader? No? The Devil’s Chosen Son? The Goddess’ Gift to Wrestling? I’m if you dig through the website of all my old content I’m sure you could find others I don’t remember.

Pick one buddy. Choose your favorite flavor of Ashe Corvin and I’ll treat you to him at Wideawake. Because I think everyone should donate to charity every now and again.

But there is more than just a little kid fresh off his mommies tit. There is a whole plethora of people I have the chance to face. And looking at the field, I have to admit, the biggest threat in my eyes is surprising. It’s that pale little albino girl, Sarah Grey-Lacklan.

She is a second generationer. Her father I have heard of. Never faced him, but I can respect his legacy. So here you are, your father’s daughter following in daddy’s footsteps. She has her new blushing bride at her side and the pair fly from event to event fighting any and all comers. The little girl that has talked a rather huge game. Granted she has backed a lot of it up.

But not when it counts.

You have won one accolade in your less than a year career. Mildly impressive, if you don’t look at all the title failures you have had. Choked every damn time haven’t you. Who knows, after this airs you might have gotten them tag titles you are challenging for. Doubt it though.

Past the infant and the albino, the rest of the field just blurs together. There are no standouts from any of them. The same rabble that has come through the revolving door this industry seems to have. You observe something long enough you start to see the patterns. I got a feeling a few of those in this little tournament will disappear shortly after the event is over. A few more will go as the weeks pass.

Soon there will only be a couple of the original eight left. Who will it be I wonder. Will is be this invigorated new blood? Those just starting or still finding their path? Or will it be the veteran. The one who knows how this game will play out. The one who has seen it all before and just chuckling as it repeats itself. I have everything I need to take what is mine. That title will be draped over my shoulder by the end of the night. I will carry it, and Elysium into a bright and prosperous future. Not for Kelly or any sense of nobility. But simply because I can and it is what I do.

That’s alright too though. Not everyone can do what it is I do. None of you in this tournament have what it takes to shoulder that kind of burden. But I will do it for you. I will be the Atlas that supposed the world of Elysium on his shoulders. Just sit back and enjoy your prosperity. I will make sure it is a safe trip.

At Wideawake the crown shall be bestowed upon the only true king in Elysium. Me.

The King of Darkness.