Post by Mav. on Aug 10, 2020 1:07:38 GMT -5
Vanity.
Do you know what “vanity” is? It’s the excessive pride in or admiration of one's own appearance or achievements. For example, I used to live in vanity. When I first arrived in OWA, I bragged a little as a double World Champion and how I was only getting the opening matches on Olympus, I kept saying how I belong in places a lot higher and not realizing, I needed to break into it. I needed to show that, and I did, before I was riddled with a neck injury after a freak accident in another promotion. Ascension Wrestling Federation. I was dropped on my head, I was left in a wheelchair for a week after that. Barely able to walk, barely able to stand, barely able to keep my own balance. Since then, I came back and entered the Kingdom brand. Even with two title match losses to my name, I was still considered a Main Event player, a top star that came from nowhere to now. I know there’s people watching this and thinking that I’m wrong but… Being in the top of the cards doesn’t mean I’m shit, does it? They wouldn’t put me there unless I was actually worth something, aren’t I right? Yes, my vanity somewhat showed when I faced Aria Jaxon, and that did cost me. I got cocky. I got more arrogant. The rightful winner walked out that night. I cannot lie about it. But there hasn’t been much of my vanity showing, but I see everyone else showing their vanity, whether for the purpose of reminder or for the purpose of rubbing it in the opponent’s face. Then there’s the type of people that do it because they can, to make them look a little bit tougher, a little bit stronger, a little bit smarter. These are the type of people that’ll tell you that they did all of this, all of that, all of the things they once owned and then when you uncover the truth, you put the pieces together and it seems like they were helped… handed… carried to the riches they once owned. You’ve got to ask yourself what is the truth, what are the lies, and what can you really believe in. I know, we all dream every now and then of a perfect world but you’ve got to be careful with those who can dream. Some like to dream about what a future can hold for them, what they would like to see happen. Then there are others who dream, and then get straight to work with their dream and turn it into a reality.
If kings can dream, then so can a prince and if he can dream… then god help anyone below him.
It’s becoming clearer and clearer by the day that the men and women on this roster… they all tell a lie either to themselves or to their opponents, and a prime example of that would be this past Sunday, at Kingdom. What you saw was three men who were set on a common goal. To begin the destruction of The Ashes of The Wake. What you saw were three men, two of OWA’s best and J.D. Damon, all in the bid to make sure that our first fall would be the beginning of our own demise. Here’s the thing though, what happened in the ring was something far more different and I know… they’ve all got their own excuses as to why it happened but never to how they should have taken control again. It’s always about the “why” factor. It’s always why this and why that but never “this is how we should have changed the pace” or “this is how we should have taken them down one by one” because there was no communication. There was no game plan going into it other than “beat the shit out of them” and guess what… Ninety percent of the time, that becomes bullshit. You’re not going to walk into the ring with the mindset of “beat someone down” and hope to god it works, unless you really do have a steady game plan, then the best thing to do is to stay quiet about your game plan… if there is one. For the hopefuls that want to judge me on my game plan, and shoot us down for playing dirty… There were no rules, anything can go, do you forget that is a fucking rule in a Street Fight? I seen Arata on twitter complain about the use of a fireball, and while I do not condone it, I do however suggest you think back to the rules of the match, dumb cunt. It’s like Fight Club, there is only one rule… and that there are no fucking rules. So complain as much as you want, I’ll listen but the argument stays the same, you want to cry about the loss then so be it but don’t come crying when it’s your fate sealed after Boiling Point. The Ashes of The Wake are all over the cards. Night two will hopefully be the night where The Nightmare King seals his fate as the top, The Vincent will show Baba Yaga that vengeance is god and god is war, Jacob Knight can show he can truly rule the world when he dethrones Arata. The Ashes are looking very strong heading in, and I can tell you now, J.D Damon has no fucking hope.
I’m not being very fucking cocky. I’m not being very fucking confident. I just know my level of abilities. I just know how fucking good I am. I just know how low I can stoop and still be on my fucking A Level. I just know where my standards lie and seeing some half-assed wrestler who runs a wrestling school, being the third man in a stable of two great people and someone who has recently got their head kicked in because the heartless grew himself a heart for his temporary team members. I can talk all fucking day about J.D Damon and how he’s not even a different man than the shell of his past because he does things so fucking weirdly that it makes me wonder if he’s supposed to be the good guy or the bad guy, because when you look at Wolvesden, they were some of the baddest motherfuckers around. They harmed anyone that walked in their way or even looked at them the wrong way. They would kill anyone on sight if they felt that way. They had the most dangerous people in the world and they were fucking dominant, I can say that and STILL tell you how there was always that one man who was just sitting on the sidelines, sitting in the darkness because he could never be on the same level as his stablemates. He was always the odd one out, he was always that guy everyone overlooked because of the successors he had in the group, he was always forgotten that he was even in the team until someone brought his name up or he would even have to make sure people remembered that he was in it too. To everyone, he might have seemed like this random person who shouted “WOLVES AETERNUM” at the top of his lungs and people would still think he was just a really big fan. Everything about the Wolvesden name has been fucking tarnished since Hardcore Havoc. Two of the biggest names in the stable and all you're left with is this guy who’s always been on and off with the team for like what… a year or more? Tell me, how much legacy is in the name of Wolvesden? You’ve got names like Nate Cage and Kenny Drake leaving a legacy behind to someone like you, in an opportunity like this, you should be taking this fucking opportunity but you’ve got your head so far up your fucking arse that all you think about is shouting the name Wolvesden like you were an important member of the stable, but everyone knows exactly what you were… You were nothing more than a lackey for Kenny. You were nothing more than a side piece to Nate Cage. You were the overshadowed one. You were the forgotten one. You… J.D… Were nothing without your masters. You… were nothing without the men that actually built Wolvesden and you never will duplicate their success for your own good.
So tell me, J.D, what the fuck do you think you’re doing calling me out when I had the spotlight and claimed that Wolvesden was still alive without their two most important members. You’re a one man army, against four others who already have taken the entire Boiling Point card and have been put into their own title matches. I’m doing this because I need an easy win, and if you don’t think that’s the case, then take a look at Kingdom. What happened again? If I remember correctly, you took a Bicycle Punt to the head because you tried being the good guy, you tried being something you never were, and it cost you. You shouldn’t have to take the bullet, J.D, you shouldn’t need to be the one to cover up a man when he’s down. I’m sure the man can do things by themselves, but no, you didn’t do that at all. The heartless grew a heart and he came to save someone he just teamed up with, and like Wolvesden… He took the bullet for the two who are far more superior than himself but at the end of the day, it’s still their loss. It’s still your loss. How are you willing to bounce back? You’re going to be that stereotypical man who faces his crowd of students and tell them that you promise that I am the one to fall but in reality, J.D, you’ve already fallen, you can’t keep promises you’ve already broken without mentioning them! You’re creating a world of lies around you, a world of deceit. I can tell you that it’ll not help you in the long run, J.D. I can tell you that what you’re doing is just making things a whole lot worse for your own situation; I know you won’t listen to me either because you can’t take constructive criticism correctly. If you did, someone should have told you a year ago to fucking walk away and never come back, you washed up bastard.
You’ll never be as good as the men that handed you the keys to the kingdom, to the legacy they once held onto, that is a power you possess in your hands that is untouched by many and only those many could DREAM of having. You have been passed down the name of Wolvesden and all you’ve been doing with it is just tarnishing the namesake of the biggest stable there was in OWA. I’ve been in your situation before, J.D. I’ve been in that situation where I was the odd one out and I had to grow out of their larger than life legacies to step into my own. It took me one whole year, J.D, what has been fucking keeping you? Use your ownership of a dead wrestling company, use your ownership of a wrestling school, use the phrase of “Wolves Aeternum” as much as you’d like but make no mistake, it doesn’t make you a better man. Let me tell you the harsh truth about how your lawful side is more permanently damaging than your true side, the side of Wolvesden. Example one would have to be Kingdom, of course, you know...and felt…what happened in the ring. I don’t need to explain why this is a bad thing for you, if you had some knowledge in that brain of yours you’d figure it out yourself. Example two is that you don’t take things for yourself, you let others take your spotlight, including my beloved, Rebecca. You’ve become a waste of time, I don’t get why I have to face you at Boiling Point now if I was able to pin you with such ease at Kingdom that all it took… was one foot. I’m like Oscar Pistorius if he had legs, I’d kill you in the ring and make it up like it was an accident, and I’ll make sure that Boiling Point will be a fatal accident waiting to happen.
I’m going to leave you behind with a legacy dead and buried into the ground along with the rest of Wolvesden. Kenny Drake is retired, gone, and out of sight. Nate Cage is dead. Awaiting his resurrection. Crushed into nothing more than steaming piles of flesh. Is this the legacies of the men you want to tarnish? You want to bring them glory, bring them new life, you want to make sure they look at you wherever they are and think “he’s finally doing it, he’s finally proving us all wrong” when in reality, you’re just pushing the blade into their backs some more because “The Purist” is nothing more than a fucking joke. “The War King” is nothing more than a pissant mongrel of himself and all you are is the last man alive in Wolvesden, the last of the dying breed, but you won’t be living for long. Are you willing to step up to me and prove me wrong, J.D? Are you going to show me the fight you really have in you? Or are you going to cower in the corner, like a sad, sick and scared little pup ready to be put down because you can’t stand on your own feet anymore. Let me be the guide, let me be the man that pulls that fucking trigger, let me be the man that ends Wolvesden for good because without Kenny and Nate, Wolvesden is nothing more than a one man army against everyone who can make the simple sacrifices like J.D. Damon has agreed to. I can’t promise you to be cleansed into something that can help you, but what I can provide is the release of what you have left of a dying brand. Who’d known that the last of the dying breed within Wolvesden is already staring up along the grain of the barrel, waiting for the trigger to be pulled, waiting for his release… waiting for a legacy to finally die.
J.D. Damon, you’ve brought this upon yourself, I’ve no say in this. I can only promise you a quick death, only if that’s what you wish to accept.
And you know damn well, along with everyone else, I wouldn’t say that unless it was true
Do you know what “vanity” is? It’s the excessive pride in or admiration of one's own appearance or achievements. For example, I used to live in vanity. When I first arrived in OWA, I bragged a little as a double World Champion and how I was only getting the opening matches on Olympus, I kept saying how I belong in places a lot higher and not realizing, I needed to break into it. I needed to show that, and I did, before I was riddled with a neck injury after a freak accident in another promotion. Ascension Wrestling Federation. I was dropped on my head, I was left in a wheelchair for a week after that. Barely able to walk, barely able to stand, barely able to keep my own balance. Since then, I came back and entered the Kingdom brand. Even with two title match losses to my name, I was still considered a Main Event player, a top star that came from nowhere to now. I know there’s people watching this and thinking that I’m wrong but… Being in the top of the cards doesn’t mean I’m shit, does it? They wouldn’t put me there unless I was actually worth something, aren’t I right? Yes, my vanity somewhat showed when I faced Aria Jaxon, and that did cost me. I got cocky. I got more arrogant. The rightful winner walked out that night. I cannot lie about it. But there hasn’t been much of my vanity showing, but I see everyone else showing their vanity, whether for the purpose of reminder or for the purpose of rubbing it in the opponent’s face. Then there’s the type of people that do it because they can, to make them look a little bit tougher, a little bit stronger, a little bit smarter. These are the type of people that’ll tell you that they did all of this, all of that, all of the things they once owned and then when you uncover the truth, you put the pieces together and it seems like they were helped… handed… carried to the riches they once owned. You’ve got to ask yourself what is the truth, what are the lies, and what can you really believe in. I know, we all dream every now and then of a perfect world but you’ve got to be careful with those who can dream. Some like to dream about what a future can hold for them, what they would like to see happen. Then there are others who dream, and then get straight to work with their dream and turn it into a reality.
If kings can dream, then so can a prince and if he can dream… then god help anyone below him.
It’s becoming clearer and clearer by the day that the men and women on this roster… they all tell a lie either to themselves or to their opponents, and a prime example of that would be this past Sunday, at Kingdom. What you saw was three men who were set on a common goal. To begin the destruction of The Ashes of The Wake. What you saw were three men, two of OWA’s best and J.D. Damon, all in the bid to make sure that our first fall would be the beginning of our own demise. Here’s the thing though, what happened in the ring was something far more different and I know… they’ve all got their own excuses as to why it happened but never to how they should have taken control again. It’s always about the “why” factor. It’s always why this and why that but never “this is how we should have changed the pace” or “this is how we should have taken them down one by one” because there was no communication. There was no game plan going into it other than “beat the shit out of them” and guess what… Ninety percent of the time, that becomes bullshit. You’re not going to walk into the ring with the mindset of “beat someone down” and hope to god it works, unless you really do have a steady game plan, then the best thing to do is to stay quiet about your game plan… if there is one. For the hopefuls that want to judge me on my game plan, and shoot us down for playing dirty… There were no rules, anything can go, do you forget that is a fucking rule in a Street Fight? I seen Arata on twitter complain about the use of a fireball, and while I do not condone it, I do however suggest you think back to the rules of the match, dumb cunt. It’s like Fight Club, there is only one rule… and that there are no fucking rules. So complain as much as you want, I’ll listen but the argument stays the same, you want to cry about the loss then so be it but don’t come crying when it’s your fate sealed after Boiling Point. The Ashes of The Wake are all over the cards. Night two will hopefully be the night where The Nightmare King seals his fate as the top, The Vincent will show Baba Yaga that vengeance is god and god is war, Jacob Knight can show he can truly rule the world when he dethrones Arata. The Ashes are looking very strong heading in, and I can tell you now, J.D Damon has no fucking hope.
I’m not being very fucking cocky. I’m not being very fucking confident. I just know my level of abilities. I just know how fucking good I am. I just know how low I can stoop and still be on my fucking A Level. I just know where my standards lie and seeing some half-assed wrestler who runs a wrestling school, being the third man in a stable of two great people and someone who has recently got their head kicked in because the heartless grew himself a heart for his temporary team members. I can talk all fucking day about J.D Damon and how he’s not even a different man than the shell of his past because he does things so fucking weirdly that it makes me wonder if he’s supposed to be the good guy or the bad guy, because when you look at Wolvesden, they were some of the baddest motherfuckers around. They harmed anyone that walked in their way or even looked at them the wrong way. They would kill anyone on sight if they felt that way. They had the most dangerous people in the world and they were fucking dominant, I can say that and STILL tell you how there was always that one man who was just sitting on the sidelines, sitting in the darkness because he could never be on the same level as his stablemates. He was always the odd one out, he was always that guy everyone overlooked because of the successors he had in the group, he was always forgotten that he was even in the team until someone brought his name up or he would even have to make sure people remembered that he was in it too. To everyone, he might have seemed like this random person who shouted “WOLVES AETERNUM” at the top of his lungs and people would still think he was just a really big fan. Everything about the Wolvesden name has been fucking tarnished since Hardcore Havoc. Two of the biggest names in the stable and all you're left with is this guy who’s always been on and off with the team for like what… a year or more? Tell me, how much legacy is in the name of Wolvesden? You’ve got names like Nate Cage and Kenny Drake leaving a legacy behind to someone like you, in an opportunity like this, you should be taking this fucking opportunity but you’ve got your head so far up your fucking arse that all you think about is shouting the name Wolvesden like you were an important member of the stable, but everyone knows exactly what you were… You were nothing more than a lackey for Kenny. You were nothing more than a side piece to Nate Cage. You were the overshadowed one. You were the forgotten one. You… J.D… Were nothing without your masters. You… were nothing without the men that actually built Wolvesden and you never will duplicate their success for your own good.
So tell me, J.D, what the fuck do you think you’re doing calling me out when I had the spotlight and claimed that Wolvesden was still alive without their two most important members. You’re a one man army, against four others who already have taken the entire Boiling Point card and have been put into their own title matches. I’m doing this because I need an easy win, and if you don’t think that’s the case, then take a look at Kingdom. What happened again? If I remember correctly, you took a Bicycle Punt to the head because you tried being the good guy, you tried being something you never were, and it cost you. You shouldn’t have to take the bullet, J.D, you shouldn’t need to be the one to cover up a man when he’s down. I’m sure the man can do things by themselves, but no, you didn’t do that at all. The heartless grew a heart and he came to save someone he just teamed up with, and like Wolvesden… He took the bullet for the two who are far more superior than himself but at the end of the day, it’s still their loss. It’s still your loss. How are you willing to bounce back? You’re going to be that stereotypical man who faces his crowd of students and tell them that you promise that I am the one to fall but in reality, J.D, you’ve already fallen, you can’t keep promises you’ve already broken without mentioning them! You’re creating a world of lies around you, a world of deceit. I can tell you that it’ll not help you in the long run, J.D. I can tell you that what you’re doing is just making things a whole lot worse for your own situation; I know you won’t listen to me either because you can’t take constructive criticism correctly. If you did, someone should have told you a year ago to fucking walk away and never come back, you washed up bastard.
You’ll never be as good as the men that handed you the keys to the kingdom, to the legacy they once held onto, that is a power you possess in your hands that is untouched by many and only those many could DREAM of having. You have been passed down the name of Wolvesden and all you’ve been doing with it is just tarnishing the namesake of the biggest stable there was in OWA. I’ve been in your situation before, J.D. I’ve been in that situation where I was the odd one out and I had to grow out of their larger than life legacies to step into my own. It took me one whole year, J.D, what has been fucking keeping you? Use your ownership of a dead wrestling company, use your ownership of a wrestling school, use the phrase of “Wolves Aeternum” as much as you’d like but make no mistake, it doesn’t make you a better man. Let me tell you the harsh truth about how your lawful side is more permanently damaging than your true side, the side of Wolvesden. Example one would have to be Kingdom, of course, you know...and felt…what happened in the ring. I don’t need to explain why this is a bad thing for you, if you had some knowledge in that brain of yours you’d figure it out yourself. Example two is that you don’t take things for yourself, you let others take your spotlight, including my beloved, Rebecca. You’ve become a waste of time, I don’t get why I have to face you at Boiling Point now if I was able to pin you with such ease at Kingdom that all it took… was one foot. I’m like Oscar Pistorius if he had legs, I’d kill you in the ring and make it up like it was an accident, and I’ll make sure that Boiling Point will be a fatal accident waiting to happen.
I’m going to leave you behind with a legacy dead and buried into the ground along with the rest of Wolvesden. Kenny Drake is retired, gone, and out of sight. Nate Cage is dead. Awaiting his resurrection. Crushed into nothing more than steaming piles of flesh. Is this the legacies of the men you want to tarnish? You want to bring them glory, bring them new life, you want to make sure they look at you wherever they are and think “he’s finally doing it, he’s finally proving us all wrong” when in reality, you’re just pushing the blade into their backs some more because “The Purist” is nothing more than a fucking joke. “The War King” is nothing more than a pissant mongrel of himself and all you are is the last man alive in Wolvesden, the last of the dying breed, but you won’t be living for long. Are you willing to step up to me and prove me wrong, J.D? Are you going to show me the fight you really have in you? Or are you going to cower in the corner, like a sad, sick and scared little pup ready to be put down because you can’t stand on your own feet anymore. Let me be the guide, let me be the man that pulls that fucking trigger, let me be the man that ends Wolvesden for good because without Kenny and Nate, Wolvesden is nothing more than a one man army against everyone who can make the simple sacrifices like J.D. Damon has agreed to. I can’t promise you to be cleansed into something that can help you, but what I can provide is the release of what you have left of a dying brand. Who’d known that the last of the dying breed within Wolvesden is already staring up along the grain of the barrel, waiting for the trigger to be pulled, waiting for his release… waiting for a legacy to finally die.
J.D. Damon, you’ve brought this upon yourself, I’ve no say in this. I can only promise you a quick death, only if that’s what you wish to accept.
And you know damn well, along with everyone else, I wouldn’t say that unless it was true