
Private: Cyrus O’Haire
I don’t want to cut a promo on this shitty match. Just the fact that I’m sending it in so late in the promotional period should show you that much.
I haven’t been able to sleep all week. I can’t formulate a sentence about how great I am or how I’m going to walk out the victor, because I don’t believe in it. I fucking hate this match. I’m not going to win. I’m never going to win a match against the likes of Nova or Rezin. I am under absolutely no impression that I will walk out of ReVival 5 with a title shot. That’s fine. But to make me parade myself around the Las Vegas strip just to promote these two assholes is a crock of shit that I don’t want to take part in.
And yet, here we are.
I don’t know how to make this any more interesting. I don’t know how to get more eyes on our match. I was never known for my speaking skills when I was going through the ranks in the past. Nobody paid to see me on the mic. Nobody cares to see me in the ring. The fact I’m even getting paid to be in this place is a testament to my cousin having all the right connections. I didn’t do anything to deserve this spot, and there’s hundreds of people out there looking to take it away from me.
They can have it. They can have it all. They can have the pressure that’s put on me. They can have the humiliating losses at the hands of people who don’t give two shits about the sport they claim to love, like Teddy fucking Palmer – only in it for the laughs. They can get thrown in matches with literal fucking criminals who are the WORST representatives for PRIME you could think of, in Nova and Rezin.
Let them come.
I’m so fucking tired of being the bridesmaid, never the bride. I’m tired of being the butt of all the jokes in the company. I’m tired of feeling so…small.
And yet, here we are.
I need something different. I need to do something different.
Cyrus looks down at the brochure in his hand with the stylized M on the back.
Maybe I need this.
Maybe I need help.
Maybe I need…
Cyrus turns the brochure toward the camera.
…MESSIAH International.
Black.