Post by Savior X on Oct 15, 2009 18:10:32 GMT -5
Do you know what happens when you back an animal into a corner? Usually it gets desperate, then it gets dangerous. It throws common sense out the window and just attacks with everything it has, knowing full well that it's very life is on the line.
Strangely enough, something very similar happens when you back a wrestler into a corner, they get desperate, then they get generic. They see someone they know in their very hearts they can't possibly compete with, so instead of admitting defeat and promising to give it their all, they decide it's so much better to just throw insult after insult, threat after threat like we haven't heard everything their saying thirty times before.
I may call myself a Savior, I may promise to lift this company up and above its own glory days, but at least I don't march around with one of the most tired and generic wrestling persona's of all time. At least I don't pretend to hate the greatest country on the face of the planet all for "CHEAP HEAT" at least I don't go around preaching about how I "destroyed" a so called "legend" when Harold Campbell is nothing more than a joker in my opinion.
The guy lost to a fat clown not two months ago in a cage match, come on, nothing is sadder than that.
But most of all, I don't make promises I can't keep.
"Why is it every time someone is confronted with who I am they suddenly feel the need to be the exact opposite?"
[/color]Strangely enough, something very similar happens when you back a wrestler into a corner, they get desperate, then they get generic. They see someone they know in their very hearts they can't possibly compete with, so instead of admitting defeat and promising to give it their all, they decide it's so much better to just throw insult after insult, threat after threat like we haven't heard everything their saying thirty times before.
I may call myself a Savior, I may promise to lift this company up and above its own glory days, but at least I don't march around with one of the most tired and generic wrestling persona's of all time. At least I don't pretend to hate the greatest country on the face of the planet all for "CHEAP HEAT" at least I don't go around preaching about how I "destroyed" a so called "legend" when Harold Campbell is nothing more than a joker in my opinion.
The guy lost to a fat clown not two months ago in a cage match, come on, nothing is sadder than that.
But most of all, I don't make promises I can't keep.
"Why is it every time someone is confronted with who I am they suddenly feel the need to be the exact opposite?"
I ponder this very question as I stand with my right hand rubbing my own chin in front of the camera.
"Could someone please tell me what it is about me that everyone thinks they need to be "EVIL" or even "SUPER EVIL!" to take me down. I call myself Savior X, not because I walk with God, not because I want to heal your soul, not because I will keep you from an eternity in hell...
I could give a rats ass about your eternal soul, honestly.
I'm not your Savior, per say. I'm the Savior of XHF. I'm the Savior of Wrestling itself. I already raised two companies from the brink, I already dominated two rosters until there was nothing left to accomplish, I already solidified my name among the legends of this business. So excuse me Captain Generic if I find your apparent hostility toward me... Laughable. Because, you see,
I'm kind of a big thing."[/color]
A subtle wink and a smile for all the moist little goth chicks out there.
"Now I totally understand what its like to be the new guy on the roster and your need to get your name out there right away. Entering a wrestling company is like entering a prison, you look for the top guy and you kick his ass. Unfortunately for you, Harold Campbell stopped being this promotions top guy SEVERAL years ago. You wanna tango with the best, well, your looking at him buddy. This is your chance to really prove yourself. But I'll give you this Cobain, you haven't said a single thing I haven't heard pretty much EVERYONE else say before. It takes someone truly talented to hit every generic comment they can think of in five minutes or less. So can I ask you something?
How long have you been wrestling?
Four, five months maybe? I mean, come on kid, it's pretty obvious. The way you spout off tired cliche after cliche, the way you march around with a bunch of hookers, the way you take shots at the fans. There is no way you've been wrestling a year kid. Why don't you do me a favor and come back when you know the difference between a wrist lock and a wrist watch."[/color]
I know right, no one's ever heard that before. Hey, I'm trying to prove a point.
"The thing is kid, it brings a smile to my face knowing there are still people out there that actually want to wrestle. You don't want to play the steel chair and barbed wire game. You don't want to torture yourself in front of hundreds maybe thousands of people night after night just to be able to pay your rent.
No, you want to be the best the world has ever seen.
I can sympathize with that. Because I am.
Everywhere one looks in XHF you see clowns, jokers, retards, I'm surprised there isn't a masked midget with a foot fetish holding one of their titles to be quite honest. But then I look and I see someone like you. A diamond in the rough as it were. You have potential, I can feel it. You could be somebody. I know it. With the right molding, the right direction, you could be exactly what you want to be.
No, I'm not offering you a spot with Tara and I... Not yet."[/color]
I hold up my index finger, asking for a moment.
"But maybe if you prove yourself to me, show me that your more than just another loud mouthed idiot or Bret Hart wannabe, well then I'd consider it.
Of course you could do what you've already done, take the parts you like of what I said and just say the polar opposite, which would mean you have no interest in Enmity. Which to be honest is what I'm expecting you to do. For all your potential you don't seem to be very bright or educated. In fact you come off to me as just another wrestling super fan looking to re enact his favorite wrestling moments.
Whats next? Your gonna spit in Seifer's face after a cage match? Or perhaps go on a rant about how horrible our American wrestling fans are while feuding with your brother?"
God I hope his brother's name isn't Kurt.
"Truly it's your choice Cobain, and I honestly I could care less what you chose. You don't want to be a part of Enmity? You don't want to help save this company? You don't want to ride our coat tails to success?
Whatever, no sweat of my sack."[/color]
Now it's time for me to chuckle out loud like I'm so damn funny, god I hate kids. Except for my own that is.
"You know what the real problem here is Chris? You probably grew up watching icons like Hogan, Sting, Flair. I'm willing to bet you sat your ass right on your daddies little dick and went on and on and on about how you wanted to do that too one day, and like a good loser your father encouraged your dream. So you went to school, you joined the wrestling team, maybe you even had moderate success, then when you graduated your daddy coughed up the $3000 so you could go to some shitty wrestling school. You went, you trained with some washed up, drunken and drugged out loser for a few months, got picked up by some side show circuit promotion where again, you enjoyed moderate success. Then your dream came true, XHF gave you a call, they decided to see if this kid lived up to the "hype."[/color]
I'm using HYPE lightly, don't get all excited an think I heard of you, because I didn't you little creep.
"You walked in the door, you took down some has been, and now your riding high. Your ego is so damn large right now. All your dreams have come true. You see yourself as the modern day Flair or Hart or whoever it is you beat your meat too as a child. You think your the next generation. You think the world is your oyster.
But your about to experience a little wake up call. Your about to realize that as high as this business can take you, you can crash just as quickly. Your about to learn a very hard lesson, everyone loses and there is always someone better than you.
I've been wrestling professionally for ten years kid. I've wrestled the BEST the world has to offer. I've held championships you've had wet dreams about.
I am that legend you grew up watching. I am that icon you idolized. I am EVERYTHING YOU WANT TO BE AND MORE!
I am not a gimmick, I am not a clown and I am not here to entertain you. The balls in your court now Chris Cobain. Grow up, drop the Nancy boy heel from another country gimmick, find a pair of goddam nuts between your legs and come out to that ring and whip my ass. PROVE YOU DESERVE TO BE HERE CHRIS! PROVE YOU WANT TO BE HERE! PROVE TO ME THAT WRESTLING IS YOUR LIFE!
Because wrestling is my life. There is nothing else. There is no one else. There is only that ring, this match and my next win. Thats it. If you don't live, breath and die by this business, if your whole heart and soul isn't in it, if your not ready to die in that ring then don't waste my fucking time, YOU GOT THAT!?"[/color]
Boyish smile, flip of the hair.
"But afterward, if you want, I'll autograph something for you, that way you can always remember your brush with greatness. Now run along, I'm sure your gonna miss Transformers or Star Wars or whatever you crazy kids are into these days."[/color]
Internal monologue says... GO FUCK YOURSELF! The End.
The whole world is my enemy - and I'm a walking target
Two times the devil with all the significance
Dragged and {No Means No} for the love of a mob
I can't stay - because I can't be stopped
Eat motherfuckers alive who cross us
I know you're all tired of the same ol' bosses
Let me tell you how it's gonna be
I'm gonna kill anyone who steps up in front of me
Welcome to the same ol' fucking scam
Same ol' shit in a dead fad
Everybody wants to be so hard
Are you real or a second rate sports card?
They all lost their dad or their wife just died
They never got to go outside - SHUT UP
Nobody gives a fuck
it doesn't change the fact that you suck
(We are) The anti-cancer
(We are) The only answer
Stripped down, we want you dead
But what's inside of me, you'll never know
(We are) Bipolar gods
(We are) You know what we are
My life was always shit
And I don't think I need this anymore
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