Your fate will be the same as every other fate before you. You will fail.
Well, for the last twenty-two months I’ve been told about everything I’m not. I’ve been lectured on why I’m inferior to my peers. I’m never in the conversation of who the best is in the Coalition. And yet, here I am. Holding one of the most prestigious championships, not just in this company, but in this industry. In this business. And I’m no slouch either. I’ve held it, and defended it (Hey, fuck you Konrad!) on a consistent basis since July.
It doesn’t matter to us if we’ve accomplished the same things as groups before us. We already know we’re our own original selves. And our carelessness for fitting the mold that they have designed… It frightens them. The fact that we have no interest in impressing them and fitting in with them, that we only serve ourselves, win or lose, pass or fail… It frightens them. They fear non-conformity. They don’t have the ability to reach us, to draw us into being like them, or being the version of ourselves that fits their acceptance. And it frightens them.
They made fun of me. They laughed at me. They treated me like I was less than them. They treated me like I was an abomination. They abhor me because they don’t understand me. And because I don’t fit into their close-minded little molds, they regard me as an outsider.
I’ve watched them clap each other on the back when certain people win accolades. I’ve seen them congratulate each other and give each other their fake little smiles, their eyes, no matter what color they are on the outside, green on the inside with envy.
But not with me. Not with us. Nobody acknowledges the Creeps’ accolades, except for the Creeps.
Diary, that’s a little white lie. Dr. Baal acknowledged us last week. People can say what they want about Dr. Baal. But, he acknowledged us for what we are. He acknowledged me for what I am. I think it’s funny that the man who is known for his smoke and mirrors is the most transparent, when he comes face to face with the Spider King.
And he was right, too. Acknowledging my presence made him more dangerous. It made me have to search for a different way to beat him. It made me have to travel deeper into my own mind. Because he knows fear. And he has no illusions about what I am. On Synergy, I beat Dr. Baal, but not in the way that I preferred. And he knows it. And to be honest…
No. I can’t even admit that to you, Diary.
I’ve begun this diary because of inspiration from a man whose name is Fear.
I’ve only ever gone face to face with him twice, and once was in the Massive Melee this year.
He likes to analyze. Much like I’m doing now.
I watched the way he treated Jacky last week. He knows what we are, too.
That alone makes him dangerous.
Dangerous, but not overpowering.
Dangerous, but not fearful.
And that makes him… a hypocrite.
Fear is what I am. I salivate fear as I consume my opponents.
Konrad Raab? He’s a victim of his fear of me, and his denial of fear of me.
He’s not in a sensitivity training course. He’s in a fucking psych ward sobbing to a therapist about how unfair it is that I am where I am while he rots in his own existence.
Duncan Ryder? He’s tucked his tail between his legs and gone off to other pastures.
He’s out winning championships in other companies, but you know who he can’t get a championship from? Who he can’t pry from the cold dead grasp of?
Centurion? An echo. A spectre in the halls of the Coalition. The shell of a man he once was.
He’s got a chance at redemption on November first. But in a ring against the Arsonist? The Final Girl? And of course, my Ragdoll? Centurion isn’t best, second best, or even third best after the haunting of Wrestlestock. I’ve changed him. Broken him. Erased him.
And you know what’s ironic about that match on November first?
About the Arsonist?
The Final Girl?
The Ragdoll?
All of them have passed through the hauntings of the Astro Creeps. The Arsonist and the Final Girl are both names that I’ve given them.
And it comes to pass once again… whether the Coalition wants to admit it or not, the Astro Creeps manifest within everyone here. We don’t just rent a room inside the minds of our peers, we make a home in them.
Phrixus Deimos is no different.
I live inside him.
The Coalition deserves a better face of fear.
And I’m gonna give it to ‘em.