YAOWWWAH
October 19th, 2009, 03:56 PM
On PWI’s website, there is a link to a video clip labeled, “Rohan Malhotra goes after Straker.” Upon clicking on it, the video opens up. The scene is a deserted alleyway, under the moonlight. A shadowy figure is leaning against the wall, opposite a dumpster. The camera zooms in on this person, but his face remains obscured from the audience as he turns away. His back facing the camera, the hooded figure begins to speak.
“Do you think you can just make a mockery of this struggle?”
Pivoting abruptly, the outline of his face is illuminated by the moonlight, and the viewer can barely identify him as Rohan Malhotra. His hands are balled into tight fists as his entire body stands erect and taut.
“Your career could never be associated with my movement. My movement is a serious attempt at empowerment. Your career is a ****in joke.
Oh yes, there was a time when Blake Straker was a feared competitor in the ring. There was a time when you were holding onto big titles. But there was also a time when the South seceded and formed the Confederate States of America. There was also a time when George W. Bush was considered the most powerful man in the world as President of America. Most importantly, there was a time when racism and elitism in wrestling placed frauds like you at the top, while keeping men like me at bay. A new era has emerged.
And in the process, you’ve been exposed to the public as the washed-up piece of scum that you always were. Why would I need to be jealous of what you’ve done? What exactly have you done? While I’ve risen to the pinnacle of this profession, you’ve been validating your “Hardcore credibility” in brawls against the lowly Josiah Gabriel. While your debut in PWI saw you getting embarrassed by Chris Chambers, who defeated Chambers in the inaugural Carnage?
At the end of the day, Blake, you’re spineless. You don’t need a backbone to strut, make penis jokes, and flop around the ring with some weapons. You don’t need courage if you have no desire to advance any higher than ‘CWA Cellar Dweller.’ You can just cruise along, smoke cigars, and reminisce over the good ole days, as if you were worth **** back then.
But it takes courage to challenge authority and bring down bull**** wrestling promotions. It takes courage to outlast 15 other foes in order to become a Sin City Showdown winner. You need a spine in order to permanently eliminate the devilish influence of Darius Falcon.”
Rohan approaches closer to the camera. His eyes gleam in the moonlight, while his facial muscles appear to be taut and his countenance grim. A raw fall wind whistles by, ruffling the dark hoodie.
“There is one final difference that separates the two of us. You’ve treated this business like a game, coming and going as you pleased. You took the opportunities that came your way, and when they weren’t coming, you bailed. You never wanted to get your hands dirty and grind to cement a name for yourself. And here you are, after all these years, and you’re still desperately trying to cling onto anything in order to remain relevant.
I never had the option of taking it easy. As any real minority would tell you, you never can catch a break in the white man’s world. I had to scratch and claw and battle, knowing that I made the choice to sacrifice my happiness not merely for my own career, but for the careers of hundreds of potential youth searching for a role model they can follow. I am the beacon that shines through the pitch black of oppression. I am the most dominant figure in wrestling right now. My legacy has been secured, thanks to the work of my own two hands.
The revolution cannot be derailed by petty bull****…”
With that said, Rohan walks past the camera, and the scene fades.
“Do you think you can just make a mockery of this struggle?”
Pivoting abruptly, the outline of his face is illuminated by the moonlight, and the viewer can barely identify him as Rohan Malhotra. His hands are balled into tight fists as his entire body stands erect and taut.
“Your career could never be associated with my movement. My movement is a serious attempt at empowerment. Your career is a ****in joke.
Oh yes, there was a time when Blake Straker was a feared competitor in the ring. There was a time when you were holding onto big titles. But there was also a time when the South seceded and formed the Confederate States of America. There was also a time when George W. Bush was considered the most powerful man in the world as President of America. Most importantly, there was a time when racism and elitism in wrestling placed frauds like you at the top, while keeping men like me at bay. A new era has emerged.
And in the process, you’ve been exposed to the public as the washed-up piece of scum that you always were. Why would I need to be jealous of what you’ve done? What exactly have you done? While I’ve risen to the pinnacle of this profession, you’ve been validating your “Hardcore credibility” in brawls against the lowly Josiah Gabriel. While your debut in PWI saw you getting embarrassed by Chris Chambers, who defeated Chambers in the inaugural Carnage?
At the end of the day, Blake, you’re spineless. You don’t need a backbone to strut, make penis jokes, and flop around the ring with some weapons. You don’t need courage if you have no desire to advance any higher than ‘CWA Cellar Dweller.’ You can just cruise along, smoke cigars, and reminisce over the good ole days, as if you were worth **** back then.
But it takes courage to challenge authority and bring down bull**** wrestling promotions. It takes courage to outlast 15 other foes in order to become a Sin City Showdown winner. You need a spine in order to permanently eliminate the devilish influence of Darius Falcon.”
Rohan approaches closer to the camera. His eyes gleam in the moonlight, while his facial muscles appear to be taut and his countenance grim. A raw fall wind whistles by, ruffling the dark hoodie.
“There is one final difference that separates the two of us. You’ve treated this business like a game, coming and going as you pleased. You took the opportunities that came your way, and when they weren’t coming, you bailed. You never wanted to get your hands dirty and grind to cement a name for yourself. And here you are, after all these years, and you’re still desperately trying to cling onto anything in order to remain relevant.
I never had the option of taking it easy. As any real minority would tell you, you never can catch a break in the white man’s world. I had to scratch and claw and battle, knowing that I made the choice to sacrifice my happiness not merely for my own career, but for the careers of hundreds of potential youth searching for a role model they can follow. I am the beacon that shines through the pitch black of oppression. I am the most dominant figure in wrestling right now. My legacy has been secured, thanks to the work of my own two hands.
The revolution cannot be derailed by petty bull****…”
With that said, Rohan walks past the camera, and the scene fades.