Post by whysoserious on Apr 6, 2012 21:01:21 GMT -5
"Sometimes the path we walk in life isn't the one we were meant to walk in the first place. No. We keep going down this wrong path and do you know what ends up happening? You get broken. The path I walked for the last twenty years was the wrong one in my personal life at least. The person that I thought was the one I'd spend the rest of my life with was obviously the wrong choice. I can put on my strong face, and crack jokes about her but at the end of the day she was my wife.
The one woman I loved since I first saw her twenty years ago. She stuck by me through thick and thin. As my checkbook got bigger, her love kept growing and growing. I should've caught these signs sooner but I failed to. Sometimes it's hard to catch a gold digger in action but it wasn't always like that. When I first started wrestling eight years ago I was completely broke. Then I won the lotto once, then twice, and her face lit up both times. She knew that somehow I was going to be her cash cow. I was Megan's ticket to a diva lifestyle.
So now here I stand alone, without the woman I loved for twenty years. The woman I swore to in front of God to love and to hold forever. It's funny when I look back on things. Her apathetic look during childbirth with our twin girls. The look of disgust she wore when Ryan and Kaylee were born the next year. As long as I kept the money coming in, I don't think she really cared. Megan was never much of a mother. I did everything for my kids as it was. So being a now single father isn't anything new.
Nah. But this is the first time I've really had the chance to get into the ring since that night where I signed the papers and went onto lose the tag team titles with Frank. In that small time span so much has happened. I turned thirty three a couple of weeks ago. I moved to a new state for a new leash on life and I've been focused. Focused on this one single task that was almost placed upon me by a man who I really don't know why he wants to do this again.
It was what? Nearly a year ago that at this same event I teamed with Gravedigger to take him and his little buddy on. Gravedigger and I represented what was good about WCF. Two old guys who were here before the turn of the decade. Two guys who busted their asses to ensure WCF was around for these people to wrestle here now today. We made them quit that night. Those two men were screaming those words into a microphone because the pain was too much for them to bear.
For all of their bravado. For their machismo. For their ability to speak words they weren't able to back up, why would he want to do this again. Even the Slam after XIII, he wanted to face me. Then an 'injury' flared up and he weasled out of the match. Didn't matter did it? I still beat the shit out of you and stood tall. You might have other people fooled, you might not because you're so easy to see through. This facade you place up of being a professional wrestler when you're nothing but a blow hard is rather impressive.
I don't know how you've faired so well in WCF to be completely honest. Seems like you're trying to emulate the career of people that you shouldn't try to. Take your whole thing with Frank as of late. All of it was started because you didn't want to team with the man. Look at where that decision has taken him. Right into the arms of the biggest son of a bitch in this promotion's history. Instead of being on the side of a man who wouldn't turn on him just for his own personal enjoyment, he's with the man who would sell his own mother down the street if it meant more attention.
You see all because of that little decision, you're furthered pissed me off. All because why? You wanted your own taste of singles glory again? You're holding that United States Championship, a title I've held myself three long years ago. Three years ago before you even walked into this promotion and started to stink it up. Three years ago, the last time the Master of Horrors was seen in this promotion. I went into that hell with a friend of mine. We hated one another because of some old bullshit.
But I still respected him. That respect I held for him? It took five years off of his career instead of ten. That respect I have for Kevin Hardaway? That ensured him that he would leave under his own power instead of in a black body bag. Now think about that for a second. If I did that to a man I respected but albeit hated at that time, what does that bode for man that I don't respect and loathe? I mean you begged for this. You wanted me at XIII and at first, I didn't think you were worth my time.
I mean what is there left to show the world about how much of a piece of garbage you are? I thought XIII in May last year did that quite well. Then I thought about it a bit more and I told Corey sure, go ahead and give him what he wants. It won't be under any normal means though as we all know. Some of the bravest men besides Hardaway have walked into the Master of Horrors and they walked out broken and bloody. I might not have looked the prettiest after, I might have been dripping with blood, but I still always walked out under my own power.
Not once have I walked into the match that I created have I not stood up and walked away. I have ended careers of better men then you in that structure. You have to ask yourself right now, at this moment, if you really want to go through with this. I'll give you an out. If you don't want to be at XIII in the Master of Horrors, just say the word and we'll go our separate ways. If you don't? That's when the fun begins.
Like I said it's been a few weeks since I've been in the ring. A few weeks to get more and more pissed off about the fact that my personal life is in shambles. Weeks to think about the fact that you're still walking, talking, and shitting up the business that is keeping my own sanity in tact. If it wasn't for this match next Friday night, I don't know what I'd do. Probably go buy a guy, track her down and end up going to jail for the rest of my life. So see, you're also taking her place.
Not a hard concept as you both have gaping vaginas between your legs. Tired out jokes aside I'm taking you very seriously. I'm taking this match seriously. I'm taking every single moment in this next week seriously. You'll probably go on about bragging how you beat FPV and if you can beat him then you can certainly beat me and blah blah blah. You're words are meaningless. When I speak, people listen because I command the respect. I command attention because I am more important to the history of this promotion then you are.
I still don't get it. Why do you want this Roy Speede? Why do you want this match when you know this path I'm walking is on is one that is making me hang on by the thread. You think you might find some mental weakness by bringing her up? Is this about me taking out your little buddy out of the this company? Why Roy, why do you need this? You know fucking well why I need XIII. But you? It just doesn't make any sense.
This path you're walking on towards me at this show, are you really ready for it Roy? Are you ready for the pain that will be unleashed upon your body? Are you really ready for the blood to drip from your body drop by drop? Are you ready to feel my own pain as it drives me to take out of this business? Oh at XIII in Japan, for a title I really don't give a shit about, you will feel the pain. Winning is only secondary to me right now. Does nothing to ease my pain.
I just need to inflict it and become a monster.
Peace."
The one woman I loved since I first saw her twenty years ago. She stuck by me through thick and thin. As my checkbook got bigger, her love kept growing and growing. I should've caught these signs sooner but I failed to. Sometimes it's hard to catch a gold digger in action but it wasn't always like that. When I first started wrestling eight years ago I was completely broke. Then I won the lotto once, then twice, and her face lit up both times. She knew that somehow I was going to be her cash cow. I was Megan's ticket to a diva lifestyle.
So now here I stand alone, without the woman I loved for twenty years. The woman I swore to in front of God to love and to hold forever. It's funny when I look back on things. Her apathetic look during childbirth with our twin girls. The look of disgust she wore when Ryan and Kaylee were born the next year. As long as I kept the money coming in, I don't think she really cared. Megan was never much of a mother. I did everything for my kids as it was. So being a now single father isn't anything new.
Nah. But this is the first time I've really had the chance to get into the ring since that night where I signed the papers and went onto lose the tag team titles with Frank. In that small time span so much has happened. I turned thirty three a couple of weeks ago. I moved to a new state for a new leash on life and I've been focused. Focused on this one single task that was almost placed upon me by a man who I really don't know why he wants to do this again.
It was what? Nearly a year ago that at this same event I teamed with Gravedigger to take him and his little buddy on. Gravedigger and I represented what was good about WCF. Two old guys who were here before the turn of the decade. Two guys who busted their asses to ensure WCF was around for these people to wrestle here now today. We made them quit that night. Those two men were screaming those words into a microphone because the pain was too much for them to bear.
For all of their bravado. For their machismo. For their ability to speak words they weren't able to back up, why would he want to do this again. Even the Slam after XIII, he wanted to face me. Then an 'injury' flared up and he weasled out of the match. Didn't matter did it? I still beat the shit out of you and stood tall. You might have other people fooled, you might not because you're so easy to see through. This facade you place up of being a professional wrestler when you're nothing but a blow hard is rather impressive.
I don't know how you've faired so well in WCF to be completely honest. Seems like you're trying to emulate the career of people that you shouldn't try to. Take your whole thing with Frank as of late. All of it was started because you didn't want to team with the man. Look at where that decision has taken him. Right into the arms of the biggest son of a bitch in this promotion's history. Instead of being on the side of a man who wouldn't turn on him just for his own personal enjoyment, he's with the man who would sell his own mother down the street if it meant more attention.
You see all because of that little decision, you're furthered pissed me off. All because why? You wanted your own taste of singles glory again? You're holding that United States Championship, a title I've held myself three long years ago. Three years ago before you even walked into this promotion and started to stink it up. Three years ago, the last time the Master of Horrors was seen in this promotion. I went into that hell with a friend of mine. We hated one another because of some old bullshit.
But I still respected him. That respect I held for him? It took five years off of his career instead of ten. That respect I have for Kevin Hardaway? That ensured him that he would leave under his own power instead of in a black body bag. Now think about that for a second. If I did that to a man I respected but albeit hated at that time, what does that bode for man that I don't respect and loathe? I mean you begged for this. You wanted me at XIII and at first, I didn't think you were worth my time.
I mean what is there left to show the world about how much of a piece of garbage you are? I thought XIII in May last year did that quite well. Then I thought about it a bit more and I told Corey sure, go ahead and give him what he wants. It won't be under any normal means though as we all know. Some of the bravest men besides Hardaway have walked into the Master of Horrors and they walked out broken and bloody. I might not have looked the prettiest after, I might have been dripping with blood, but I still always walked out under my own power.
Not once have I walked into the match that I created have I not stood up and walked away. I have ended careers of better men then you in that structure. You have to ask yourself right now, at this moment, if you really want to go through with this. I'll give you an out. If you don't want to be at XIII in the Master of Horrors, just say the word and we'll go our separate ways. If you don't? That's when the fun begins.
Like I said it's been a few weeks since I've been in the ring. A few weeks to get more and more pissed off about the fact that my personal life is in shambles. Weeks to think about the fact that you're still walking, talking, and shitting up the business that is keeping my own sanity in tact. If it wasn't for this match next Friday night, I don't know what I'd do. Probably go buy a guy, track her down and end up going to jail for the rest of my life. So see, you're also taking her place.
Not a hard concept as you both have gaping vaginas between your legs. Tired out jokes aside I'm taking you very seriously. I'm taking this match seriously. I'm taking every single moment in this next week seriously. You'll probably go on about bragging how you beat FPV and if you can beat him then you can certainly beat me and blah blah blah. You're words are meaningless. When I speak, people listen because I command the respect. I command attention because I am more important to the history of this promotion then you are.
I still don't get it. Why do you want this Roy Speede? Why do you want this match when you know this path I'm walking is on is one that is making me hang on by the thread. You think you might find some mental weakness by bringing her up? Is this about me taking out your little buddy out of the this company? Why Roy, why do you need this? You know fucking well why I need XIII. But you? It just doesn't make any sense.
This path you're walking on towards me at this show, are you really ready for it Roy? Are you ready for the pain that will be unleashed upon your body? Are you really ready for the blood to drip from your body drop by drop? Are you ready to feel my own pain as it drives me to take out of this business? Oh at XIII in Japan, for a title I really don't give a shit about, you will feel the pain. Winning is only secondary to me right now. Does nothing to ease my pain.
I just need to inflict it and become a monster.
Peace."
