Good things come to those that wait.
I’ve always been told this growing up. Be patient. Your turn is coming.
As a kid, I’d wait for my turn on the slide, my turn with the video games, my turn on the swings. I’d wait, and wait and wait. Always the last to go, last to have fun. I’d be patient and kind, following the rules. I’d sit back, silently complaining as the other kids forced their way to the front time and time again. I’d watch as the undeserving tried so impatiently to get their voices heard.
You know the phrase, “One bad apple spoils it for the whole bunch.”? I was always the bunch, getting spoiled. Never the bad apple. I can’t even count the number of times I never even got to enjoy a new toy or a fun event, because the punk kids, the Nick Brysons, the Matt Ashburns, the David GSs of the world decided they were more important, and they would go first at any cost.
The waiting period is over.
This is when the meek inherit the Earth; this is time for the nice guy to no longer finish last.
I am the top prospect in all of Full Metal Wrestling. Given a choice between myself and any other FMW Superstar… Anarchy chose me. They see that I’ve been loyally towing the line for oh-so-long. They see that I’ve earned my spot. They see that my time is now. They see that the sun is starting to break the horizon on the age of Butters.
FMW’s Number One Draft Pick… FMW’s New savior.
~*~“I don’t wanna do this…
” Butters voice can be heard carrying across the room. The hesitation is audible, lingering on his own words.
“Bob, you gotta try to connect to the guy, he’s your partner this week. What better way to connect?
” Slegnadamus trying to edge Butters forward, urging him to continue.
“I’m not even sure how this thing works… this is a bad idea; can’t I just rant into the camera like usual?
” Butters voice carries the tone of a kid being forced to clean their room to get the new cool toy that’s waiting for them downstairs.
“It’s easy, you’re smart enough to figure it out, just dive right in.
” Slegnadamus makes it obvious that Butters is not getting out of this situation.
“FINE!
” Butters finally caves and turns in his chair. In front of him the dim glow of a computer monitor illuminates with the homepage of Blurty, one of Ryder Strong’s regular blogging sites.
*CLICK*Create Your Free Blog Right Now!*CLICK*Create User Name
Create Password*CLICK*“So I have an account, is that enough?
” Butters’ voice is proving to be resistant the whole way, showing his distrust of the social media.
“No, cut it out. Just create a new entry. It’s not hard.
” Slegnadamus’ voice seems to be quickly losing patience.
Post*CLICK*New Entry*CLICK*Subject: Uhhh… Hi everybody!
Mood: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Music: “Enemies of Reality” – Nevermore
“You can’t just use our theme song, Bob. Think of something else. Something fitting.
” Butters glares at Slegnadamus as he corrects Butters.
Song: “Numba One Stunna” – Big Tymers
Settings: Private: __ Public: __
“What the hell is settings?
” Butters confusion causes him to turn back towards his partner.
“Check Public if you want everyone to be able to read it, or private if it’s just for you to read.
” Slegnadamus casually educates the lost Butters.
“Why would I make it just for me? Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of posting it online?
” Butters seems almost angry at the idea of the private post.
“To help you gather thoughts, like writing in a journal or diary. Didn’t you ever keep a journal?
” Slegna’s query hung in the air for a few moments.
“Nope, I wasn’t a little girl…
” Butters clicks the mouse hard, checking the public button, scoffing at the idea of a private journal.
Subject: Uhhh… Hi everybody!
Mood: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Song: “Numba One Stunna” – Big Tymers
Settings: Private: __ Public: X
Uhhh… Hi Everybody?!
So, Slegnadamus thinks I need to reach out to more people, specifically Ryder Strong’s fanbase, to get some support in my first (of many) main event on Anarchy. I want to get everyone’s support as I go on to prove that I was the most intelligent choice for the Number One Draft pick, and as Ryder Strong and I pound some YNG faces.
So… yeah. Ummm, this whole “social media” thing isn’t as easy as it looks. I mean do I just type like I’d talk? Let’s try that. Hopefully this comes off pretty well. Obviously I’m new to this stuff, but that doesn’t mean that I’m any more or less awesome. Yeah, that’s how I talk, right?
This is more awkward than I expected, let’s go for a change of pace. Let’s talk about why I’m the Number One Superstar in FMW. You may ask yourself silly questions like, “Aren’t there stronger guys?”, “Wouldn’t a champion have been better??”, or even “Why not pick someone that’s been a proven winner?”
To your silly questions I say this: I’m –REALLY- Good. It’s a fact. I’m not the fastest, strongest, or most powerful, but nobody tries harder in that ring than Butters. People ask me if I’m upset about coming up short in matches and not having any championships. I tell them what I’m going to tell you. While I hate letting my partners down, the Slegnas, the BUGs, the Majins, I at least leave every match knowing I put everything I had into it.
…And that’s what’s in store for Your New Gods. (Damn, ellipses make statements look cooler, I’ll have to use them more.) … We will win. (Ok, now overusing, because that doesn’t look nearly as awesome.)
I’m confident that this is only the beginning for me. That I will take my title of FMW’s Number One Draft Pick (and Superstar) and go to places nobody expects from me, starting with a victory with my new friend, Ryder Strong. I think we need a team name. Strong Butter? Butter Ryder? Maybe we’ll work on that part later.
To make a very long story wicked short, I am not losing on Anarchy
… And I will prove why I –AM- Number One.
(Nailed that one, much cooler.)
*CLICK*Post*CLICK*“Happy Now, Slegna? I feel dirty.
” Butters pushes himself back from the computer, and watches as the page changes to his newly posted entry.
“Good job, Bob. That’ll get some people on your side. Support is always good.
” Slegna pats his partner on the back.
“Let’s go get ready, you got a big match coming up.
”“Yeah, I’ll be there in a few minutes, supposed to be getting an e-mail, just gotta check it out.
” Butters nods as Slegnadamus leaves the room. Butters looks hesitantly over his shoulder a few times, then pulls back up to the computer.
*CLICK*www.blurty.com*CLICK*Welcome Back, Butters!
Post*CLICK*New Entry*CLICK*Subject: Number One…
Mood: Stress
Music: “Under Pressure” – Queen
Butters looks around the room as he clicks again.
Settings: Private: X Public: __
…
I can’t believe I’m doing this. This is stupid.
I don’t believe in diaries or journals, but I think making my feelings tangible might help. I need to succeed. I need to prove I wasn’t a mistake. I need to prove that I’m more than just a joke. This Number One Pick is heavy. I can literally feel it bearing down on my shoulders. I’m not quite sure how to live up to my own hype. I go out say things and act like the superstar I feel like I should be… but I’m never sure that I can keep up. This main event is huge. This is the first test, of many I’m sure. I want to believe I’m ready, but I know deep inside a person is never truly ready for that first huge leap.
This moment is bigger than I expected… And I thought it was going to be huge.
I’m in this not just for me… but for a promise. I made a promise after I swore to the world I’d never make them again. I promise the dearest person to me that I’d make her proud, as she lay in the hospital. I need to make her proud…
I need to win…
*CLICK*Post*CLICK*“I need to make her proud…
”
Subject: Re: Corruption and Anarchy 15.2 Voting and Promo Thread 
Sat Jan 07, 2012 12:40 am
