Post by Nathan "Perfection" Chambers on Jul 3, 2016 12:50:57 GMT -5
A message.
Adrienne Chambers: Hi. You've reached the world's greatest fashion influence. I am not available at this time but please leave a message, and I will consider if it's important to get back at you.
Nathan Chambers: I know you've been denying my calls, trying to avoid me. You're ashamed of me because I didn't meet your expectations as always. You want me to be gone from the face of the earth or go back in time to erase my father from ever meeting you. Well guess what? You don't think there are times where I wanted to pick up the knife, and slit my own wrists to end this? It wasn't easy growing up living under the impossible expectations you put me when I was a child mother. Only a mad woman would drop the weight of the world on a baby boy. I understand. You wanted me to be the best I could be, and know that the world is a very scary place. A sanctuary for asylum. Psychopaths, murderers, rapist. All those that fall into the bottom of the barrel, and yet here I am being the ground for that barrel in your eyes. Do you know how gut wrenching that feels?
Every day of my life, I've tried to live by your standards, and put so much pressure on myself to be what you always wanted me to be but no matter how hard I tried, it was never good enough. Swimming from the ocean floor to the top but running out of breath just before my head pops out from the surface. I was drowning in your hatred, your despise for me, and I almost suffocated. Walls pushing in all around me, no escape. That's what I felt like growing as a child, and I expected my own mother to break through those walls, and save me. You did the exact opposite. The puppet master playing with her son attached to the strings, and you crushed him by shoving your hands against the walls to squash me like a bug. I thought I could forgive you, hold onto the false hope that my mother would finally see all the hard work, and dedication I'm putting in to follow your footsteps. I even turned away from father, and abandoned him when I was eighteen to just get your attention.
You never went out of your way to know how I was doing in college or even to know how I was at times. Too busy with the business, and ensuring you would look good in the blogs. I don't blame you. That was always the Chamber's way. Us above the world but after all you've taught me, the world is what we live in, and you want to be above that? This was never about me or your family. You wanted to be a God, and your son is making you look like a mere mortal with a big dream but what hurt me is how you chose Mikey over me?
Mikey eXtreme. The man whose after what I'm trying to do for our family. You put your faith, and trust in a man you have no idea about or haven't even met but to make matters worse, you chose him to be the one to ruin what YOU created. Perfection. I understand mother. You don't love me, you love the idea of watching me burn to ridicule me. You want to get rid of me, and Mikey is your chosen champion to carry your torch. Well here is a little message. You just put your champion to death because now I have made the decision to end his life in the middle of the ring. He's the bottom of the barrel mother. He drinks, he doesn't take showers, beats woman until they're almost dead, lie to people just to stay relevant, and even flip sides between DRG, and his new partner Zombie who was apart of Vapor Kings. The same group DRG hated in 2015.
Yet you chose him. I've been an idiot to deny how much you didn't care for me but all of that ends today. The psychopaths wasn't Mikey, it was you. You, and Mikey deserve each other because you'll both be dead when I'm through with you. No more will I sit back in the shadows, and cry my eyes out because my mother who brought me in this world would countlessly throw my name into the ring of fire, and watch it burn. Mikey wants my head on a silver platter, and feed me to his dog while laughing but he underestimates me. Sure, he could say how he's better than me but I've accomplished more in one month and a half than he has in one year, and a half.
I've said it over, and over. It's not about the past, it's the present, and the future. I am the present, and the future, and he is nothing. To be the best, you have to be the best. To be perfection, you have to surrender to it but Mikey wants to destroy it. I don't hate you mother, I pity you. You, and Mikey are exactly what's wrong with the world. God has chosen me, not you, the real God who is watching us over from the Heavens above. He chose me to be the one to send Mikey back into the division he conquered, where he belongs. You, I'm sending you back to where you belong mother. The fiery pits of Hell. You are the cancer in this world, the living waste of life. The erosion of humans all over the world. Mikey will be your fallen hero when I stand over him this Sunday on Slam in the main event in Newark, New Jersey. I want you to watch this match carefully. Mikey is no one to you but another tool in your game to get at me. Soon, this game will be over, and you along with it.
Nathan Chambers: I know you've been denying my calls, trying to avoid me. You're ashamed of me because I didn't meet your expectations as always. You want me to be gone from the face of the earth or go back in time to erase my father from ever meeting you. Well guess what? You don't think there are times where I wanted to pick up the knife, and slit my own wrists to end this? It wasn't easy growing up living under the impossible expectations you put me when I was a child mother. Only a mad woman would drop the weight of the world on a baby boy. I understand. You wanted me to be the best I could be, and know that the world is a very scary place. A sanctuary for asylum. Psychopaths, murderers, rapist. All those that fall into the bottom of the barrel, and yet here I am being the ground for that barrel in your eyes. Do you know how gut wrenching that feels?
Every day of my life, I've tried to live by your standards, and put so much pressure on myself to be what you always wanted me to be but no matter how hard I tried, it was never good enough. Swimming from the ocean floor to the top but running out of breath just before my head pops out from the surface. I was drowning in your hatred, your despise for me, and I almost suffocated. Walls pushing in all around me, no escape. That's what I felt like growing as a child, and I expected my own mother to break through those walls, and save me. You did the exact opposite. The puppet master playing with her son attached to the strings, and you crushed him by shoving your hands against the walls to squash me like a bug. I thought I could forgive you, hold onto the false hope that my mother would finally see all the hard work, and dedication I'm putting in to follow your footsteps. I even turned away from father, and abandoned him when I was eighteen to just get your attention.
You never went out of your way to know how I was doing in college or even to know how I was at times. Too busy with the business, and ensuring you would look good in the blogs. I don't blame you. That was always the Chamber's way. Us above the world but after all you've taught me, the world is what we live in, and you want to be above that? This was never about me or your family. You wanted to be a God, and your son is making you look like a mere mortal with a big dream but what hurt me is how you chose Mikey over me?
Mikey eXtreme. The man whose after what I'm trying to do for our family. You put your faith, and trust in a man you have no idea about or haven't even met but to make matters worse, you chose him to be the one to ruin what YOU created. Perfection. I understand mother. You don't love me, you love the idea of watching me burn to ridicule me. You want to get rid of me, and Mikey is your chosen champion to carry your torch. Well here is a little message. You just put your champion to death because now I have made the decision to end his life in the middle of the ring. He's the bottom of the barrel mother. He drinks, he doesn't take showers, beats woman until they're almost dead, lie to people just to stay relevant, and even flip sides between DRG, and his new partner Zombie who was apart of Vapor Kings. The same group DRG hated in 2015.
Yet you chose him. I've been an idiot to deny how much you didn't care for me but all of that ends today. The psychopaths wasn't Mikey, it was you. You, and Mikey deserve each other because you'll both be dead when I'm through with you. No more will I sit back in the shadows, and cry my eyes out because my mother who brought me in this world would countlessly throw my name into the ring of fire, and watch it burn. Mikey wants my head on a silver platter, and feed me to his dog while laughing but he underestimates me. Sure, he could say how he's better than me but I've accomplished more in one month and a half than he has in one year, and a half.
I've said it over, and over. It's not about the past, it's the present, and the future. I am the present, and the future, and he is nothing. To be the best, you have to be the best. To be perfection, you have to surrender to it but Mikey wants to destroy it. I don't hate you mother, I pity you. You, and Mikey are exactly what's wrong with the world. God has chosen me, not you, the real God who is watching us over from the Heavens above. He chose me to be the one to send Mikey back into the division he conquered, where he belongs. You, I'm sending you back to where you belong mother. The fiery pits of Hell. You are the cancer in this world, the living waste of life. The erosion of humans all over the world. Mikey will be your fallen hero when I stand over him this Sunday on Slam in the main event in Newark, New Jersey. I want you to watch this match carefully. Mikey is no one to you but another tool in your game to get at me. Soon, this game will be over, and you along with it.
#BonVoyage