Post by La Familia Price on Jan 28, 2018 21:04:46 GMT -5
Dre Cuttler.
There is a name I used to respect, a talent I had my eye on as the hottest new up and comer in the IWF. A talent like no other who has hot shotted his way into the main event picture and the Imperial Title chase.
Dre, we had an opportunity to make history two weeks ago.
Two weeks ago we were in the Extinction Event at Survival of the Fittest.
You, Falcon and me, all we had to do was be on the same page and work together and we could have pulled off the biggest heist in IWF history. We had an opportunity to not only walk out of the Quicken Loans arena with the Imperial Championship, but the Man of Steel and the Inviticus title also.
But no.
You had to let your pride get in the way.
You had to let your EGO get in the way.
You went with the same game plan that has netted you so many championships already here in the IWF...oh...wait.
You've never actually WON anything here have you?
Let me explain something to you son.
I've been in this business for over a decade now. A decade of being at the top of the mountain. A decade of being in main events, and big time matches. A decade of facing off with some of the greatest to ever do this, night in and night out. A decade of blood sweat and tears.
What I'm telling you son, is I have a ton of experience at this wrestling game, and when I speak, when I suggest we make a plan and stick to it.
I usually know what the fuck I am talking about.
So when I asked you and Falcon to put your ego's aside
FOR JUST ONE FUCKING NIGHT
Maybe, just fucking maybe you should have listened, and maybe just fucking maybe we would have ALL walked out of Cleveland with OUR new titles.
I would have made sure you walked out with the Imperial Championship Dre. I would have stayed out there and fended off the House to help you after I pinned Noah but no...
You had to do the same shit you always do you had to follow your pride, and you just sat there on the apron as Rob Diamond, Diamond Cutted me and Noah stole a victory away from us. You sat there staring at me with that dumb blank stare of yours like "What's going on? I thought they were banned, my left nut itches" while the House just did whatever the fuck they wanted to us.
Not just me Dre, US. Because it went all downhill from there.
You'd think that after you fucked up TWO title shots before that you'd listen to your elders who are trying to make sure your 3rd was not a strike out. But no, you wouldn’t listen to the coach, you kept your same swing and now look at you Dre.
Now, now you get to go to the back of the line. Back to square one.
Three shots in as many months, and you came up empty on all of them. Three different times you've had a shot at Cable and three different times he's whooped your ass, you'd THINK after a point one would listen to people who have a little bit more experience at this, but no. You had to go and be a disrespectful little twat before the match and during. You told us to get out of the way and you'd handle Cable all by your lonesome self.
How’d that work out for ya?
All because you wouldn’t show a little respect, all because you let your ego and pride get the better of you. All because you couldn’t swallow your pride and accept a little bit of help when the odds were stacked against you.
Well, that all comes to a head on Monday.
Come this Monday at Sacrifice Dre, we get into the ring and settle our differences, like men.
I know you don't like me, and that's fine at this point I don't like you either.
But I respect you.
And after this Monday, when we get into a FIGHT.
Not a match, not a brawl, but a fight Dre. I'm going to fight your ass and I am going to whoop the respect into you.
You might not still like me by the end of the night Dre, but you damn well will respect me.
And when you are looking up at those lights after I put the final nail into your rookie year, and it starts to sink in that maybe, just maybe you should listen to your elders, and that your title opportunities are all up in smoke and you have to rebuild from scratch, then, then you will realize Dre.
That it sucks to be you.
There is a name I used to respect, a talent I had my eye on as the hottest new up and comer in the IWF. A talent like no other who has hot shotted his way into the main event picture and the Imperial Title chase.
Dre, we had an opportunity to make history two weeks ago.
Two weeks ago we were in the Extinction Event at Survival of the Fittest.
You, Falcon and me, all we had to do was be on the same page and work together and we could have pulled off the biggest heist in IWF history. We had an opportunity to not only walk out of the Quicken Loans arena with the Imperial Championship, but the Man of Steel and the Inviticus title also.
But no.
You had to let your pride get in the way.
You had to let your EGO get in the way.
You went with the same game plan that has netted you so many championships already here in the IWF...oh...wait.
You've never actually WON anything here have you?
Let me explain something to you son.
I've been in this business for over a decade now. A decade of being at the top of the mountain. A decade of being in main events, and big time matches. A decade of facing off with some of the greatest to ever do this, night in and night out. A decade of blood sweat and tears.
What I'm telling you son, is I have a ton of experience at this wrestling game, and when I speak, when I suggest we make a plan and stick to it.
I usually know what the fuck I am talking about.
So when I asked you and Falcon to put your ego's aside
FOR JUST ONE FUCKING NIGHT
Maybe, just fucking maybe you should have listened, and maybe just fucking maybe we would have ALL walked out of Cleveland with OUR new titles.
I would have made sure you walked out with the Imperial Championship Dre. I would have stayed out there and fended off the House to help you after I pinned Noah but no...
You had to do the same shit you always do you had to follow your pride, and you just sat there on the apron as Rob Diamond, Diamond Cutted me and Noah stole a victory away from us. You sat there staring at me with that dumb blank stare of yours like "What's going on? I thought they were banned, my left nut itches" while the House just did whatever the fuck they wanted to us.
Not just me Dre, US. Because it went all downhill from there.
You'd think that after you fucked up TWO title shots before that you'd listen to your elders who are trying to make sure your 3rd was not a strike out. But no, you wouldn’t listen to the coach, you kept your same swing and now look at you Dre.
Now, now you get to go to the back of the line. Back to square one.
Three shots in as many months, and you came up empty on all of them. Three different times you've had a shot at Cable and three different times he's whooped your ass, you'd THINK after a point one would listen to people who have a little bit more experience at this, but no. You had to go and be a disrespectful little twat before the match and during. You told us to get out of the way and you'd handle Cable all by your lonesome self.
How’d that work out for ya?
All because you wouldn’t show a little respect, all because you let your ego and pride get the better of you. All because you couldn’t swallow your pride and accept a little bit of help when the odds were stacked against you.
Well, that all comes to a head on Monday.
Come this Monday at Sacrifice Dre, we get into the ring and settle our differences, like men.
I know you don't like me, and that's fine at this point I don't like you either.
But I respect you.
And after this Monday, when we get into a FIGHT.
Not a match, not a brawl, but a fight Dre. I'm going to fight your ass and I am going to whoop the respect into you.
You might not still like me by the end of the night Dre, but you damn well will respect me.
And when you are looking up at those lights after I put the final nail into your rookie year, and it starts to sink in that maybe, just maybe you should listen to your elders, and that your title opportunities are all up in smoke and you have to rebuild from scratch, then, then you will realize Dre.
That it sucks to be you.