The Night Of The Champion (vs Havok vs Morrisey)
Jul 21, 2022 4:31:50 GMT -5
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Post by fowler on Jul 21, 2022 4:31:50 GMT -5
So here we are gentlemen, about to embark on our biggest challenge yet.
For me, that looks like defending my title against two of my biggest rivals to date. For you two it looks like trying to climb a mountain.
I know what climbing that mountain feels like and it took me a hell of a long time to get here. For my whole career up until this point I sat in locker rooms the world over surrounded by some of the best talent to ever lace up their boots.
I watched as they bickered and argued over who was best and scrambled for world titles and every time I was left in the dust, a bystander overlooked by my peers.
And now I know that you two feel the exact same way.
You sit out the back week in and week out and watch me, Riot and Windsor dominate this federation, dominate the wrestling world, and you sigh as you long to be in our spots.
But it took me over a decade to get here boys. Over a decade of scraping and crawling my way through every federation and every opportunity handed to me until I finally reached a turning point.
You want to know the golden secret of making it in this business? You must reach the point where you believe in yourself.
For my whole career I never truly believed in myself. When I helped form The Bastards, I believed, but I believed in the unit and skills of my friends.
That all changed with Wrestle:UK. Now, I believe in myself. Now I know that I am just as good as Rob Riot and Frank Windsor.
Now I know that I am better than Donzig, Eddie D, Psychotic Goth, Chris Gibson or anyone else that cares to step foot in that locker room.
But. There is one man who is taking their first steps up the mountain, slowly making their way to that point of self-belief. It’s you Eddie Havok.
I look into your eyes; I hear your words and I watch your actions and I know that you are starting to believe.
You are waking up to the fact that you can do this and that you’re better. Not better than The Bastards but certainly better than the rest of the pond scum on this roster.
And that makes you dangerous. But you know what, I like a bit of danger. It keeps things interesting; it makes for a challenge.
You claim I sent Frank after you to take you out and weaken you before our match. Don’t be so stupid Eddie! Frank came for you of his own volition, but what it did give me was an opportunity to measure you as a man, to see how much you want this title and how far you are willing to go.
And I was impressed, you pushed Frank to limits he has very rarely been taken to and you set the exclamation by trying to take him out of the game.
What comparison can I draw to young mister Morrissey? Well, there is no panic on the streets of London over his actions, no need to stop me if you think that you’ve heard this one before.
Because little emo boy hasn’t done a damn thing to prove he’s ready for this opportunity let alone a win!
Morrissey I suggest you take a good long look at yourself and find some fucking passion. Find desire and a will to be, well, something.
Otherwise, you will simply float on a sea of mediocrity that will let you die of thirst. Thirst for meaning, for validation, for titles that are never truly in reach. All whilst the sharks circle waiting for their next meal.
You can be something kid. Everyone in that locker room has the potential to be something, but only a rare few of us choose to take the steps required to become it.
So here is my challenge to you kid, make a statement.
When you stand face to face with me and Havok, don’t waste the opportunity to show me that I was wrong.
Show me that there is desire inside of that emo makeup.
You may be looking at this match thinking this is the end.
The end of a story, the end of a rivalry, the end of a title reign?
You would be very wrong to think that way. This is no end; this is the beginning of a saga.
One that will etch Wrestle:UK in the history of this sport and will mark us as one of the greatest federations to have ever existed.
You see I look at you Eddie Havok and I see a man who has hunger eating at their soul. A man who is dangerous and willing to do whatever it takes to get this belt from off my shoulder. A man willing to make deals with devils.
Well mark my words Eddie, whatever happens at Night of Champions, this isn’t the end of our story.
My aim, my soul desire for that night is just as you said, to leave you lying a crumpled heap on mat and to pin those shoulders…one…two…three.
And once that bell rings and I walk out of Night of Champions with a MY world title still upon my shoulders I will know it’s just a matter of time before you come for me again.
But this time I will be waiting for you.
I promise you this Eddie, when I retain my title and you come for a rematch it will be my turn to pick when and the where and the stipulation. And what a stipulation I will have for you, my friend.
But that’s for down the line. Right now, gentlemen it’s time to lace up your boots and see just how much you really want to walk in the place of Billy Fowler, THE World Champion of professional wrestling.
For me, that looks like defending my title against two of my biggest rivals to date. For you two it looks like trying to climb a mountain.
I know what climbing that mountain feels like and it took me a hell of a long time to get here. For my whole career up until this point I sat in locker rooms the world over surrounded by some of the best talent to ever lace up their boots.
I watched as they bickered and argued over who was best and scrambled for world titles and every time I was left in the dust, a bystander overlooked by my peers.
And now I know that you two feel the exact same way.
You sit out the back week in and week out and watch me, Riot and Windsor dominate this federation, dominate the wrestling world, and you sigh as you long to be in our spots.
But it took me over a decade to get here boys. Over a decade of scraping and crawling my way through every federation and every opportunity handed to me until I finally reached a turning point.
You want to know the golden secret of making it in this business? You must reach the point where you believe in yourself.
For my whole career I never truly believed in myself. When I helped form The Bastards, I believed, but I believed in the unit and skills of my friends.
That all changed with Wrestle:UK. Now, I believe in myself. Now I know that I am just as good as Rob Riot and Frank Windsor.
Now I know that I am better than Donzig, Eddie D, Psychotic Goth, Chris Gibson or anyone else that cares to step foot in that locker room.
But. There is one man who is taking their first steps up the mountain, slowly making their way to that point of self-belief. It’s you Eddie Havok.
I look into your eyes; I hear your words and I watch your actions and I know that you are starting to believe.
You are waking up to the fact that you can do this and that you’re better. Not better than The Bastards but certainly better than the rest of the pond scum on this roster.
And that makes you dangerous. But you know what, I like a bit of danger. It keeps things interesting; it makes for a challenge.
You claim I sent Frank after you to take you out and weaken you before our match. Don’t be so stupid Eddie! Frank came for you of his own volition, but what it did give me was an opportunity to measure you as a man, to see how much you want this title and how far you are willing to go.
And I was impressed, you pushed Frank to limits he has very rarely been taken to and you set the exclamation by trying to take him out of the game.
What comparison can I draw to young mister Morrissey? Well, there is no panic on the streets of London over his actions, no need to stop me if you think that you’ve heard this one before.
Because little emo boy hasn’t done a damn thing to prove he’s ready for this opportunity let alone a win!
Morrissey I suggest you take a good long look at yourself and find some fucking passion. Find desire and a will to be, well, something.
Otherwise, you will simply float on a sea of mediocrity that will let you die of thirst. Thirst for meaning, for validation, for titles that are never truly in reach. All whilst the sharks circle waiting for their next meal.
You can be something kid. Everyone in that locker room has the potential to be something, but only a rare few of us choose to take the steps required to become it.
So here is my challenge to you kid, make a statement.
When you stand face to face with me and Havok, don’t waste the opportunity to show me that I was wrong.
Show me that there is desire inside of that emo makeup.
You may be looking at this match thinking this is the end.
The end of a story, the end of a rivalry, the end of a title reign?
You would be very wrong to think that way. This is no end; this is the beginning of a saga.
One that will etch Wrestle:UK in the history of this sport and will mark us as one of the greatest federations to have ever existed.
You see I look at you Eddie Havok and I see a man who has hunger eating at their soul. A man who is dangerous and willing to do whatever it takes to get this belt from off my shoulder. A man willing to make deals with devils.
Well mark my words Eddie, whatever happens at Night of Champions, this isn’t the end of our story.
My aim, my soul desire for that night is just as you said, to leave you lying a crumpled heap on mat and to pin those shoulders…one…two…three.
And once that bell rings and I walk out of Night of Champions with a MY world title still upon my shoulders I will know it’s just a matter of time before you come for me again.
But this time I will be waiting for you.
I promise you this Eddie, when I retain my title and you come for a rematch it will be my turn to pick when and the where and the stipulation. And what a stipulation I will have for you, my friend.
But that’s for down the line. Right now, gentlemen it’s time to lace up your boots and see just how much you really want to walk in the place of Billy Fowler, THE World Champion of professional wrestling.
