Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2021 14:11:10 GMT -5
"Been over seven years now since I got my start. Seven of the longest, hardest years of my life and here I still stand. People been tellin' me lately that I'm not the same guy they saw seven years ago. I'm not green, I'm bitter.
People tell me I'm not good.
They tell me how all these little things that try to get under my skin and here I stand. I stand before you at a hated man. I've listened to all of this advice that I've gotten over the past seven years and I look at it and I haven't listened to a single word of it. Why would I want to listen to someone when I've done so many things on my own.
How many people have helped me in my career?
None.
How many people have told me good job after a big win?
Little.
How many people were saying I was going to have a long World Title reign?
None.
In order to understand why I've done what I've done you need to realize that this business has made me this way. Your disregard, your contempt over stories you've heard and your own words have formed me into the Pariah. You made me into this hate filled, bitter and diseased man who self-destructs because everyone expects me to.
New Championship Wrestling, when I hit my prime of my short career you ignored me. You tossed me aside in favor of men I've beaten with ease. I've beaten so many of your hall of famers. I've beaten Lance Ryan. I've beaten the real Spike. Angel, Falcon, Rob Diamond and so many others in my years here and all you gave me for it was a pat on the back and a good job.
I loved wrestling, this sport, until I came here nearly four years ago. You turned me into in this. So it's only fitting that someone here has a chance to end your monster. All the times you passed me over. All the times you ignored me in favor of a boring parrot, a crazed spaceman and so many others, it'll bite you in the ass.
People want to know how I could cheat on my wife. I explained to them and none of them could see how I was right. I turned on a man who you people took to from the start. This was a guy who you loved, you grasped right from the moment he walked into this promotion. You heard the good stories about him and you hugged him like he was the new favorite toy of a child on Christmas morning.
Me?
I get tossed into the bottom of the bin again, waiting for my moments. Waiting for you to finally realize what you had in me. It never came. How did I win the World Title? Some two jackasses bring a personal issue and ruin my big moment. It was my time to finally take the ball and you yanked it from me before I had the chance to run with it!
This guy? You'd let him have the spotlight for as long as he wanted. Just like you've done with every single other guy in this promotion. A woman, a ****ing woman was wrestler of the year? What kind of stupid fans does this place have? This girl, her best friend, her brother and her lover are all in the spotlight of this promotion, just like he is.
Where was my spotlight? Where was my time? Like I said, it was given to people who didn't deserve it. That's why I had to break the chains with Christian Gardner. I had to do it. What has he done in his entire life to deserve such respect? Own a couple of promotions that had a copious amounts of whores that it could've been called a brothel?
Win a title that doesn't matter?
Fight with his whore of a sister that I can toss away like a piece of trash?
You think Alysson means anything to me? You think Megan, my kids or anything else means anything to me?! It's about me, Christian. It's about what should've been my time in the spotlight. Not about you, not about anyone else.
I beat the legends.
I nearly killed my own brother and drove a spike through his hand.
I nearly killed my former best friend.
They all stayed down but you still fight. Why? Why do you still manage to fight me after what I've done. I nearly broke your neck and yet you still stand up and tell me you want more. I could choke you out and you'd still want more. I could backfist you hard to break your jaw and you'd still want more because you're a damn tough guy. Is that what you're trying to prove?
That you can take everything I can dish out and still stand?
I've been in the ring against those men. I've been in the ring with other guys who I regarded highly and they never got back up. But you, some kid with dreams of being the next big thing is the one who stands up and asks for more.
I don't get you Christian.
I took your sister, I nearly took your career and I could probably take your wife and murder her and you'd still continue to fight? Why? You ain't gettin' me out of this place. This is about me. This is continuing my hate for this company. You take me out, Christian and people will keep hailing you as a hero.
You'll get a parade in your honor.
The key to the office.
And probably a blow job from every single whore in that locker room.
All because you got rid of me.
That's not gonna happen. I'm taking you out. Then I'm moving onto bigger and better things. I'm getting what I deserve on Sunday. I'm mowing you down brother. I'm ending your career, I'm ending your life and I'm pissing on your image of being a tough guy.
You're gonna die for this people on Sunday, Christian. When your funeral comes, we'll see how many of them come to see the tough guy in his casket.
Peace."
People tell me I'm not good.
They tell me how all these little things that try to get under my skin and here I stand. I stand before you at a hated man. I've listened to all of this advice that I've gotten over the past seven years and I look at it and I haven't listened to a single word of it. Why would I want to listen to someone when I've done so many things on my own.
How many people have helped me in my career?
None.
How many people have told me good job after a big win?
Little.
How many people were saying I was going to have a long World Title reign?
None.
In order to understand why I've done what I've done you need to realize that this business has made me this way. Your disregard, your contempt over stories you've heard and your own words have formed me into the Pariah. You made me into this hate filled, bitter and diseased man who self-destructs because everyone expects me to.
New Championship Wrestling, when I hit my prime of my short career you ignored me. You tossed me aside in favor of men I've beaten with ease. I've beaten so many of your hall of famers. I've beaten Lance Ryan. I've beaten the real Spike. Angel, Falcon, Rob Diamond and so many others in my years here and all you gave me for it was a pat on the back and a good job.
I loved wrestling, this sport, until I came here nearly four years ago. You turned me into in this. So it's only fitting that someone here has a chance to end your monster. All the times you passed me over. All the times you ignored me in favor of a boring parrot, a crazed spaceman and so many others, it'll bite you in the ass.
People want to know how I could cheat on my wife. I explained to them and none of them could see how I was right. I turned on a man who you people took to from the start. This was a guy who you loved, you grasped right from the moment he walked into this promotion. You heard the good stories about him and you hugged him like he was the new favorite toy of a child on Christmas morning.
Me?
I get tossed into the bottom of the bin again, waiting for my moments. Waiting for you to finally realize what you had in me. It never came. How did I win the World Title? Some two jackasses bring a personal issue and ruin my big moment. It was my time to finally take the ball and you yanked it from me before I had the chance to run with it!
This guy? You'd let him have the spotlight for as long as he wanted. Just like you've done with every single other guy in this promotion. A woman, a ****ing woman was wrestler of the year? What kind of stupid fans does this place have? This girl, her best friend, her brother and her lover are all in the spotlight of this promotion, just like he is.
Where was my spotlight? Where was my time? Like I said, it was given to people who didn't deserve it. That's why I had to break the chains with Christian Gardner. I had to do it. What has he done in his entire life to deserve such respect? Own a couple of promotions that had a copious amounts of whores that it could've been called a brothel?
Win a title that doesn't matter?
Fight with his whore of a sister that I can toss away like a piece of trash?
You think Alysson means anything to me? You think Megan, my kids or anything else means anything to me?! It's about me, Christian. It's about what should've been my time in the spotlight. Not about you, not about anyone else.
I beat the legends.
I nearly killed my own brother and drove a spike through his hand.
I nearly killed my former best friend.
They all stayed down but you still fight. Why? Why do you still manage to fight me after what I've done. I nearly broke your neck and yet you still stand up and tell me you want more. I could choke you out and you'd still want more. I could backfist you hard to break your jaw and you'd still want more because you're a damn tough guy. Is that what you're trying to prove?
That you can take everything I can dish out and still stand?
I've been in the ring against those men. I've been in the ring with other guys who I regarded highly and they never got back up. But you, some kid with dreams of being the next big thing is the one who stands up and asks for more.
I don't get you Christian.
I took your sister, I nearly took your career and I could probably take your wife and murder her and you'd still continue to fight? Why? You ain't gettin' me out of this place. This is about me. This is continuing my hate for this company. You take me out, Christian and people will keep hailing you as a hero.
You'll get a parade in your honor.
The key to the office.
And probably a blow job from every single whore in that locker room.
All because you got rid of me.
That's not gonna happen. I'm taking you out. Then I'm moving onto bigger and better things. I'm getting what I deserve on Sunday. I'm mowing you down brother. I'm ending your career, I'm ending your life and I'm pissing on your image of being a tough guy.
You're gonna die for this people on Sunday, Christian. When your funeral comes, we'll see how many of them come to see the tough guy in his casket.
Peace."