Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2022 17:59:43 GMT -5
“Been in Next Level Wrestling for a while now. The fans and people in the back have gotten to know me and I’ve gotten to know them. Since that time I’ve come close to achieving greatness in this company. Won a contendership match for the Southern States title, but fell short as people like Scott Hampton are quick to point out. Fell short with my buddy Adam Sanders. I keep getting close, sniffing it here, and yet I fall short.
We know by now, right? I don’t have to keep repeating these same things over and over again anymore, do I? “
Chris Sanderson stood on a beach with a cell phone camera pointed at himself selfie style. He was stoic as usual.
“The bottom line is pretty simple, everyone. I’m one match away. Three seconds away. Nathan Cage doing something he never wants to do in tapping out from being the Next Level Wrestling Heavyweight Champion. That’s all it takes. Just that one moment to have that bell ring for the second time when Masquerade comes around to have the NLW Championship in my grasp.
And yet it’s so far away, isn’t it?
Everyone in this company, and around the XHF Network, knows what Nathan Cage is capable of doing. We know what this man can withstand physically and keep on moving. My wife wanted to fashion Cage as some sort of supernatural horror figure. Someone that can withstand more than a normal threshold of pain and keep coming for you.
I’ve been in the ring against many people in this sport. I’ve seen all types of ‘em, Cage, but I’m not quite sure if I've ever seen anyone like you. Seen a lot of people in this sport say they don’t care about the fans, but you actually don’t.
You care about the only thing that really matters to most in the sport.
Winning.”
He kept walking as the sun beat down on him.
“That’s what this is all about isn’t it? Winning, being the top dog at the top of the food chain. At least, that’s how I’ve always viewed it, Cage.
I know you’re going to tear into me verbally, you’re going to rip me apart physically because that’s who you are. You’re not some marketing ploy to sell tickets for these shows. You are who you are and I commend you for it.
In an age where people pretend and fake their way through life, you keep it real, Cage. You’re not some Instagram wrestler who has to be an influencer. You’re not part of a mismatched tag team. You have no mentorship relationship with a younger wrestler.
Nathan Cage is Nathan Cage.
But you know something?
Christopher Bradley Sanderson is also Christopher Bradley Sanderson.”
A small smirk comes on his face now.
“People sell me a little short because I’m not crazy like you are. People sell me a little short because I’m not a master class technical wrestler. People sell me short because I’m not an elite high flier anymore. Since the moment I came to NLW, people have sold me short time and time again.
The battle royale that I won, Cage? People kept selling me short. Questioning why I get chances after chances. They want to know why and Masquerade is how I show them.
I keep on talking about doing this for this and that. I’ve done it for everything at this point and people still doubt me, Cage. Even now people are doubting I can pin your shoulders to the mat because no one else has been able to do it. No one’s made you tap out. You’re the goddamn NLW Champion.
And that changes this weekend, god willing.”
Sanderson stops in his track and looks out at the ocean.
“A lot of people say they need something in their life, Cage. I need that NLW Championship so I’m a top guy in this sport again, or at least in NLW.
To be the NLW Champion opens the doors to experiences that I enjoy. I like going to press conferences. I enjoy talking to radio hosts in the morning. I like being that guy. I need to be that guy again.
But to be that guy, Cage, I may have to channel a little bit of what you do. I had some harsh truth laid on me by someone I love and they’re 100 percent correct.
I’m not a ruthless son of a bitch like you. I have problems showing that killer instinct, that ability to put an end to things when things need to put an end to.
I’m like a cat that plays with a mouse. I bat it around but before I can finally bite it’s head off, it runs away and I’m left with nothing. It happened at Supremacy but it didn’t happen at the battle royale.
Been told I need to tap into what the old man and the uncle have, Cage. More and more I’m realizing it. Maybe you’ll be the one who makes it completely come out this weekend. You’re going to try to get under my skin. You’re going to push and prod me and keep it up after you belted me with the championship.
See you at Masquerade, Nathan Cage.”
And cut.
We know by now, right? I don’t have to keep repeating these same things over and over again anymore, do I? “
Chris Sanderson stood on a beach with a cell phone camera pointed at himself selfie style. He was stoic as usual.
“The bottom line is pretty simple, everyone. I’m one match away. Three seconds away. Nathan Cage doing something he never wants to do in tapping out from being the Next Level Wrestling Heavyweight Champion. That’s all it takes. Just that one moment to have that bell ring for the second time when Masquerade comes around to have the NLW Championship in my grasp.
And yet it’s so far away, isn’t it?
Everyone in this company, and around the XHF Network, knows what Nathan Cage is capable of doing. We know what this man can withstand physically and keep on moving. My wife wanted to fashion Cage as some sort of supernatural horror figure. Someone that can withstand more than a normal threshold of pain and keep coming for you.
I’ve been in the ring against many people in this sport. I’ve seen all types of ‘em, Cage, but I’m not quite sure if I've ever seen anyone like you. Seen a lot of people in this sport say they don’t care about the fans, but you actually don’t.
You care about the only thing that really matters to most in the sport.
Winning.”
He kept walking as the sun beat down on him.
“That’s what this is all about isn’t it? Winning, being the top dog at the top of the food chain. At least, that’s how I’ve always viewed it, Cage.
I know you’re going to tear into me verbally, you’re going to rip me apart physically because that’s who you are. You’re not some marketing ploy to sell tickets for these shows. You are who you are and I commend you for it.
In an age where people pretend and fake their way through life, you keep it real, Cage. You’re not some Instagram wrestler who has to be an influencer. You’re not part of a mismatched tag team. You have no mentorship relationship with a younger wrestler.
Nathan Cage is Nathan Cage.
But you know something?
Christopher Bradley Sanderson is also Christopher Bradley Sanderson.”
A small smirk comes on his face now.
“People sell me a little short because I’m not crazy like you are. People sell me a little short because I’m not a master class technical wrestler. People sell me short because I’m not an elite high flier anymore. Since the moment I came to NLW, people have sold me short time and time again.
The battle royale that I won, Cage? People kept selling me short. Questioning why I get chances after chances. They want to know why and Masquerade is how I show them.
I keep on talking about doing this for this and that. I’ve done it for everything at this point and people still doubt me, Cage. Even now people are doubting I can pin your shoulders to the mat because no one else has been able to do it. No one’s made you tap out. You’re the goddamn NLW Champion.
And that changes this weekend, god willing.”
Sanderson stops in his track and looks out at the ocean.
“A lot of people say they need something in their life, Cage. I need that NLW Championship so I’m a top guy in this sport again, or at least in NLW.
To be the NLW Champion opens the doors to experiences that I enjoy. I like going to press conferences. I enjoy talking to radio hosts in the morning. I like being that guy. I need to be that guy again.
But to be that guy, Cage, I may have to channel a little bit of what you do. I had some harsh truth laid on me by someone I love and they’re 100 percent correct.
I’m not a ruthless son of a bitch like you. I have problems showing that killer instinct, that ability to put an end to things when things need to put an end to.
I’m like a cat that plays with a mouse. I bat it around but before I can finally bite it’s head off, it runs away and I’m left with nothing. It happened at Supremacy but it didn’t happen at the battle royale.
Been told I need to tap into what the old man and the uncle have, Cage. More and more I’m realizing it. Maybe you’ll be the one who makes it completely come out this weekend. You’re going to try to get under my skin. You’re going to push and prod me and keep it up after you belted me with the championship.
See you at Masquerade, Nathan Cage.”
And cut.