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Risk Versus Reward; Nathaniel Alexander
Topic Started: May 25 2017, 08:53 PM (27 Views)
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A mahogany desk fills the view before the camera pulls back to reveal the Diamond Standard, Nathaniel Alexander as he paces back and forth. His chin rests in his hand with his elbow propped up over the other arm. He stares down at the floor, the look on his face clearly showing he’s lost in his thoughts. He stops pacing and perches himself on the front of his desk facing the camera and rests his hands on his knees.

Risk versus reward.

He raises an index finger.

It’s a concept many people have heard tossed around here and there, but likely don’t have the experience with it that yours truly has. Y’see, I’ve made it known many times in the past; years before I made my return to the wrestling industry, I made a living as a businessman. The concept of risk versus reward was a constant. See, if you want your business to succeed, you have to be willing to sacrifice anything and everything to get where you want to be. And much like the wrestling industry, I climbed my way to the top doing just that; I sacrificed everything and put it all on the line to advance my business and I made a fuck ton of money in the process. And when I came back to this business, I watched from the top of the mountain as the ants below me scrambled to gain their foothold at the base of that mountain. I watched as they clawed and scratched their way to get to their spot, all while I sat at the top enjoying the view from on high.

A gleam appears in Nathaniel’s eyes when he talks of the successes he’s had during his time as a businessman. Quite a far departure from his time in the wrestling industry now, eh? It seems that realization just entered the big man’s mind, as the gleam in his eye suddenly subsides giving way to a darker look on his face.

But now…now I find myself in a much different situation. For the last several months, I’ve been the one who’s had to claw and scratch and scrape to get to the top of that mountain. I’m the one playing that underdog role, I’m the one at the bottom of that mountain working his way to prove he deserves to be at the top. And now, now that risk versus reward concept is coming into play, and the stakes couldn’t be any bigger…

Nathaniel gives a sideways nod…

…well, for some of us at least. Y’see, I look at the setup for this little four-way match I’m heading into, and I can’t help but to think this company is once again out to try and dismantle the Coulter Crew. Once again, this company has thrown us by the wayside and forced not one, but two members to put something on the line that far outweighs that which the other competitors are putting up for the take! For Darian Gray, he’ll be forced to give up his portraits. The very thing that defines this man, one of the cornerstones of the Coulter Crew will be forced to give up the very activity that he has built his name on!

One of the cornerstones of the Coulter Crew, huh? You’ve gotta wonder if the big man truly believes that. It’s no secret he and Darian Gray have not always seen eye to eye, and more so Nathaniel has had animosity toward Darian than anything else. And yet he calls the Portrait a cornerstone?

Anyway, Nathaniel shakes his head, a look of disgust on his face.

And me. What did our oh-so-great management decide was worthy enough for me to be forced to put up on the line for this little match, huh? They force me to put up my participation in the Coulter Crew itself! A group of people I’ve spent the last four-plus years with in some form or fashion, and now I find myself in a position where I may have to leave that group of people should I come out the losing end of this match!

Nathaniel shakes his head adamantly.

No. That’s not fuckin’ happening. Like I said, I’ve spent the last four-plus years helping to build this group from the ground up; myself, Stephen J. Eversol, Kim Coulter, we built this shit from the ground up! I’ll be damned if I’m going to just allow this company to force me to leave an organization that I helped build! I’ll be damned if I’m going to allow this fuckin’ company to force me to give up any and all association with this crew! This crew is and always has been the preeminent group of athletes in this company; in this entire industry, and dare I say for the better part of those four-plus years, I’ve been a major factor in creating that image for this crew.

Nathaniel’s breathing starts to elevate and a red hue flows over his face as he stares off into the distance before returning his attention to the camera.

So, no, I won’t give up my spot in the Coulter Crew. All the rest of you are going to have to fuckin’ kill me before I give that up! Because that’s the only way I’ll be leaving my crew. That’s the only way that I’ll be forced out of this group. Now, you can all go ahead and crack your jokes about me hiding behind my crew and about how we push our weight around to get what we want. Make all the fuckin’ jokes you want. At the end of the day, it’s undeniable; the Coulter Crew is and always will be a force to be reckoned with! At the end of the day, the Coulter Crew is and always will be the absolute best this industry has to offer! And there’s not a goddamn thing that’s going to tear us apart! There’s not a goddamn thing that’s going to dismantle this group!

Nathaniel looks away from the camera and stands from the desk, once again pacing back and forth along the length of it. He stops in the middle of it and looks to the side, focusing his attention to the camera again.

So, Dream; you say you’re tired of having to face off against the Coulter Crew? Been there, done that, right? You’ve been in that ring against me several times and you’ve come out the winning end, huh? So, what exactly do you have to prove now? Hey, I can understand, my friend. So, tell you what; do yourself the favor of staying out of the match. Do yourself the favor of staying in the back, don't even bother getting in that ring. You don't want to face the Crew any longer, that's all well and good. In fact, I implore you; don't go to that ring at Anarchy in the U.K."

Nathaniel shakes his head as if warning Dream not to step in that ring. Is he trying to protect Dream, though, or himself?

"Because if you do, I can guarantee you, you'll be losing the one thing you possess that you covet. The one thing you use not as a form of identity; it’s not the thing that defines you and identifies you the way the Crew does for me, the way the portraits do for Darian. No, this is the thing you use to hide your identity, isn’t it? It’s the one thing you use as your security blanket because you know that should you be forced to give up that mask, everyone in the free world will see you for who you truly are. No longer will you be able to hide away. That mask isn’t just something you wear as part of that gimmick of yours, it’s your very shield from the world, isn’t it, clown?

Nathaniel nods his head as if emphasizing he knows he’s right. Is he, though? I highly doubt that, but with Nathaniel we all know there’s no sense trying to get him to listen to reason.

It’s the very thing that protects you from the darkness and viciousness this world has to offer. It’s the only thing you have to hide the fear when you’ve become a target in this business. But that’s too goddamn bad, clown. Because at Anarchy in the U.K. you’ll be my target. In this Risk versus Reward match, you are my only enemy. You are the only one I will have my crosshairs on. And by the end of the night, that mask will be in my possession, as will yet another shot at the FIW title. And then, John-boy…I’m baaaaaack.

A sneer winds its way across Nathaniel’s face as his eyes widen at the prospect of possibly facing Johnny Amazing once again for the FIW title.

Anarchy in the U.K., the Diamond Standard retakes his position at the top of that mountain. You can put money on that.

With that, Nathaniel steps away from the desk in what we can only assume by now is his office. He walks out of frame and the door to the office can be heard opening and closing.

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