2014.06.20: PWN - LEGACY - ladies and gentlemen, let the purge commence.. Part 4

It was a few hours before LEGACY's kickoff event and outside of the <now empty> Carson Community Center, we key in on the sight of 'The Ultra' Christian Othniel. His street gear and ring gear didn't differ much, a simple shirt-- a pair of tattered looking denim and of course, Chuck Taylors to balance out the outfit. With his back against the wall near the door that leads into the center, the camera slowly approached Othniel as he bit his thumbnail. 

"I got you, didn't I? I shook you Bobby, I know I did. For the first time in your green-as-lettuce career you've had to take a step back and wonder if the trials and tribulations I'm putting you through is worth it. Is the mental scars I leave you with.. worth the fight? Is pointing a sickly little girl in the middle of my cross-hairs worth the effort? It seems to me like you've finally figured out that for me-- Christian Othniel. there's no obstacle I won't scale to ensure I beat you." 

With a menacing chuckle let off, Othniel looked past the camera and out towards the sun which was beginning to set. The arena wouldn't begin to fill out for another hour or so, which allowed Christian time to soak in the silence and find a sense of tranquility in it all. 

"It's a shame you had to drag little ol' Tanya into our battle.. the miserable little soul should of never seen the light of day in a wrestling promotion. But you wanted to be Superman, you wanted to provide her with a sense of hope that you figured you could piggyback off of to get yourself into a mental state where you're ready for what's coming later tonight. You're there-- hitting a bag like a Neanderthal, visualizing my face with each strike and that's where it all became clear Langford-- I won. Checkmate, bitch. You've gotten so mad, you're seeing red and no matter how Frank Washington tries to get you to relax, you can't. You HATE me, Bobby. You DESPISE everything I represent and am, and that's perfectly fine with me. You hate me so much that.. that anger? Its gonna blind you. It's gonna set you up for failure and it's all because you're not ready to be in the spotlight. You can't take the pressure-- pressure busts pipes and in a few hours? You're going to learn that." 

Tapping his left wrist, in the motion of 'time, CO continued. 

"Frank may be out there tonight, but he won't bother with getting involved-- there's nothing in it for him if he does. He's gonna be your Mickey from Rocky-- he's gonna be shouting instructions and each time he does, I'll be sure to smile in his direction when I totally FUCK it up. Time.. Time isn't on your side, it's your worst enemy at the moment. You see, while we were trading verbal barbs-- I've managed to pick up what you're able to do-- and if your words are an indication of how you handle yourself in the ring? I'm not worried. You've shown how much of a novice you are-- you've had to have Washington get into your ear and calm you down.. all because I told Tanya she's a LOSER just like YOU. How sad is that?! How can you allow yourself to fall that far, man!? Have some dignity! Be a man! LIVE YOUR OWN LIFE, LANGFORD!" 

This was all propaganda, a last ditch effort to burrow himself deeper into Bobby Langford's psyche and continue to nibble through until he reached the brain. Once he got through and invaded that area-- Bobby would no longer have control over himself.. not even his manager and mentor, Frank Washington-- a man with unparalleled success and experience wouldn't be able to draw him back over to the side Langford lives and dies for-- the light, good-- integrity filled side. 

"Needless to say.. Tonight is going to be a war, Marks missed his shot of staying relevant. But in the end, when it's all said and done and the smoke clears-- when Bobby Langford's adrenaline rush is over and he figures out what exactly happened.. it'll be too late. See, while that moron is off wanting to kill me for insulting a kid I don't know or care about, I've been plotting and planning-- I've been scheming and it all comes to a head tonight. While The Steel City Dream looks to drop the Steel Curtain on me.. I'll manage, I always do. I'll find a way to avoid it because Bobby, that's what survivors do. No matter how it's done, believe me.. I'll find a way to accomplish what I say-- Just Win Baby..  All I gotta do." 

From beyond the door where Christian stood, sounds begun to emerge as the staff was beginning to get things in order for the evening. Pushing himself off of the wall, he took one last look at the camera and fired off that cocky grin of his. 

"As hard as you'll try, you won't succeed. There's one of two ways to go in life-- you've been stuck on the wrong path for the entirety of your life. Me? I'm just beginning to see what my path offers, how I can take advantage of what's out there for me. Keep living your life and preaching about them 'good ways' Bobby. Be a hero, be a star-- be a MEGASTAR, make the money, sign the autographs.. but in the end? You'll never rival my success, you know why? 'Cause I'll gladly cut corners, throats and faces of the people I see as a threat to ensure my existence. I'll NEVER be one to shy away from manipulating a situation to have it fall in MY favor. Me Bobby, as you've heard all week.. there's only one way for me.." 

As it was done in the past, Christian brought his clenched fists out and held them in front of the camera. Unlike before though, the camera didn't position itself at an angle where his face was shown, instead the camera fixed directly into his tattooed knuckles-- a way of life those eight letters represented-- 

".. what more can I say?" 

EVIL WAYS