Ammunition 17.1 Voting and Promo Thread

A loss of a life time...

I wake up in the morning
And I raise my weary head
I got an old coat for a pillow
And the earth was last night's bed
I don't know where I'm going
Only God knows where I've been

I'm a devil on the run
A six gun lover
A candle in the wind
When you're brought into this world
They say you're born in sin
Well at least they gave me something
I didn't have to steal or have to win

Well they tell me that I'm wanted
Yeah I'm a wanted man
I'm colt in your stable
I'm what Cain was to Abel
Mister catch me if you can

I'm going down in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
I'm going down in a blaze of glory
Lord I never drew first
But I drew first blood

OJA: We in this business wonder what makes us succeed... Is it the titles? The fame? The fans? The money? Yeah, we put our bodies on the line all year and most of us only have our talent or egos to show for what we've accomplished. Catalyst was a loss of a life time, only because I lost to a woman... The other performers I am sure have the same feeling deep down but won't admit it. She may of won the title and re-named it but that doesn't mean she'll keep it. It doesn't take much to have your twin roll into the ring and claim the glory for ya. It doesn't take much talent to fool the officials and fool the company into thinking you earned your championship.

As for Brett Jackson, I get to finally take my revenge on someone... He's only the start... FMW has started a war with the "Outlaw" that no one is ready for, "Don't listen to the drunk redneck" they say, "He isn't a worthy opponent" they say... Well Brett Jackson and the rest of this company is about to find out that John Andrews is a man of his word. It won't be pretty for Mr. Jackson, but I can assure you it will be one of my best performances and you can take that to the bank!
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Good Evening, Class.

As you can clearly see, it appears that no one no longer gives a damn about Full Metal Wrestling anymore. Outside of two or three people, myself included.

Now, I have to ask myself why. Why do I even care when no one else does?

Let's not discuss Catalyst. I walked in and out of the event as Full Metal Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion. But that isn't the big story. You see, Drew Fucking Michaels revealed himself as the coward who didn't have the balls to walk up to me like the fine, upstanding gentleman that he fancied himself to be and merely say "I know you are the best now in the eyes of most, but I am the best of all time. Let's see who's top of the class around here, man to man. What do you say, Christopher?"

No, he had to jump me from behind. And he expects his spineless behavior to be rewarded with a FMW Championship match?

Bitch, please.

And really, even if I were so forgiving, so naive... this title is no longer worth me championing. This championship is no longer the crown jewel that it should have been. It's slowly been deteriorating in prestige since Ethan Black lost it before eventually crumbling into dust under the weight of large stables, shock value and general nepotism.

Somewhere beneath all the trash that forces its way down our gullets, the true essence of FMW was lost.

The sad thing is, I've been blamed for it. I have been deemed the culprit for what has happened to FMW. When I stayed despite seeing FMW start to wither away.

I stayed despite not even wanting to be in this federation, let alone the tournament that frankly I did not earn the prize of.

I stayed despite not having my one request met. Everything I've done backstage, as a competitor, as one of the so-called locker room leaders ... and the one time I beg and plead for one thing, I can't get it. I didn't ask for a title match. I didn't ask for creative control. I didn't ask for my friends and I to hog up the spotlight of a show.

I just asked for one match against the best to ever step foot into FMW and I was denied.

Now I am expected to face him when he is no longer the honorable, skilled, respected competitor, leader and man. For my championship no less?

To hell with that. And to hell with this federation. A man of my skill and consistency? Deserves better than to be tossed into random matches. The FMW Championship deserves better than the piss-poor fallacy of the federation that I currently serve as the "so-called" face of.

I cannot stay here anymore. My desire to remain in FMW has waned. My patience has worn out and my want for change has gone unsatisfied.

This is my last match in FMW. I will never rule out a return but to be honest with you, there is no chance in hell of me ever coming back provided the current "powers that be" remain in this federation. I will not name names, but you and I both know who they are and we all are aware of how shit has become unbearably miserable since "he" was allowed complete and utter autonomy over a sandbox that used to be the greatest federation in the world.

I did not kill this fed, students. But if I need to be the martyr and the face of FMW's death well... I'd rather pull the plug than let it carry on as a shell of itself. Allowing this horrific injustice to be done to FMW shits on everything people like me, Skyler, David and Heath put into this. I refuse to stand here and see this continue.

I will not. I honestly don't have the heart to see FMW suffer anymore. I don't have it in me anymore.

So if what I'm about to do will serve as the official death knell of Full Metal Wrestling, then I will swallow my pride. I will absorb the pain, and I will do something I never thought I'd have to do, at least not in this fashion.

I am done with Full Metal Wrestling. Effective immediately. If I need to compete against that underachieving maggot Jeff Whitt then so be it, but after that, you can find yourselves a new teacher. You can find yourselves a new FMW Champion to misuse and make a fool of. You can find yourselves another person to force into taking a backseat to the idiotic, power-hungry shenanigans that have permeated our lives for far too long.

David, Heath, Skyler. As three people who have my utmost respect, and as men I enjoy battling.... I will miss striving to be the wrestler you wanted to challenge. I will miss your phenomenal abilities and how they drove me to always be better. I truly will.

But this? This bullshit? I will not miss. It is not the FMW I used to know. It is not the FMW we all deserve and it is not an FMW that is worth wiping ass with.

And I will be damned if I waste away and discontinue putting forth my best effort to serve as an ambassador to this federation.

Jeff Whitt, if I show up to that ring, I'm going to cripple you. I will embarrass and destroy you.

But regardless of whether you are unscathed tonight... I will kill FMW with my absence, if that's what should come to pass.

Class Dismissed, for the final time.

Austin looks at the FMW Championship, frown as a single tear rolls down his eye. He then dismissively drops it on the ground, glaring at it with a eternal disgust and unwavering disappointment.

Ammunition 17.1
LIVE from the Barclays Center, in Brooklyn, New York

Singles Match
'Outlaw' John Andrews vs Brett Jackson

Singles Match
Leviticus vs Sean Jensen

C-4 Rules Match
Skyler Striker vs Anwyl

Main Event
Singles Match
Chris Austin vs Jeff Whitt
*Jeff Whitt must win if he is to get a rematch at the Corruption Ultraviolent Championship