Post by whysoserious on Apr 13, 2012 15:30:12 GMT -5
"There are things in life that we're never able to really control. I wasn't able to control how my life changed when I was six or seven years old. I wasn't able to control the fact that I did fall madly in love with someone. I wasn't able to control how they behaved despite my best wishes against it. I wasn't able to control how my career has gone sometimes. I wasn't able to control some of the matches I've been in which lead to this neck condition. I wasn't able to control how FPV handles his own business either.
I've told people that when I lost those Tag Team Titles with that man I was ghost. I was going to hold true to this word. Hard to believe I was going to hold true to what I said but this time I meant it. WCF has nothing for me anymore. Much like the man who controls XIII this promotion has passed me by after eight of the best years of my life. For all intents and purposes, this is my swan song to WCF. I have no more dream matches. I've beaten everyone I wanted to beat when I started in this business here.
Never honestly though all these accolades would've fallen into my lap after the first time I showed up here. I was laughed away from how horrible I was at cutting a promo. That's one thing that's so hard to teach in this business, charisma. You have it or you don't. For the most part I think I've lacked it in my career. I've never been able to incite a riot from a look on my face. I've never been able to hold people in the palm of my hand like I told myself I could.
This is why I put myself under a mask for a while in my career until I began to find my voice. Now you can't get me to shut up even if you wanted to. This mouth that speaks these words have gotten me into a world of trouble at some points. I've been fired from so many promotions because I can't turn this mouth off, ever. In some of those promotions I was able to put that past behind me and keep going up the ladder. I'm fairly sure that Seth Lerch has fired me before. Six years ago I didn't care about professional wrestling.
Ask any of the retired guys. Even ask Corey Black about how little I cared about this business when I was World Champion. I lost the title and began to go further into my descent into pure apathy. Then slowly I began to realize that I had the talent to become someone in this business. Did I earn everything I got? Certainly not but neither do a lot of men in this business. Isn't that right, Torture?
So when I walk into Tokyo Dome tonight it'll feel like that first night when I was getting ready to face Eric Willson. I remember still everything about that match. I've never forgotten about my past and do you know why that is? It reminds me why I still fight when I need too. My past serves a reminder that for all the things I've done wrong in my life. From hitting my oldest son six years ago to the point where he and Megan left me for a few months. From the birth of more kids, and the revelations of having a twin brother and a little sister.
From the biggest title wins of my career. The matches where I gave it my all and still fell short in the end because the other man was the best goddamn wrestler in the planet. The matches where I could barely get back to the locker room because of the sheer brutality of it. Some of these things concern WCF and some don't as it all relates to a single point I'm trying to make. For all of the bravado like someone Roy Speede can bring forth. For all of his confidence, his speeches about how much greater his is now then a year ago, and his lack of general knowledge about my divorce, it's all a facade.
You're still the same scared shitless kid that I got into the ring with a year ago. A confident man doesn't need to take the low road by bringing up my personal life. A confident man doesn't need to make an assumption about things he couldn't possibly know anything about. This is why, how I know that you're still a kid in this business, Speede. I used to be the same way as you. I saw something about an opponent and thought just by trying to make a fake statement that I'd somehow get into their head.
It failed and I couldn't figure out why. Why did it fail when I thought for sure I had them on the ropes. So this thing you've cooked up in your own mind where I want you to get down on your knees, look me in the eyes, and plead for me to let you free is stupid. While I said it was in your best interest I don't expect you do so. You know I just hate you, Roy. I look at your face and I begin to think how can I inflict the hurt on this kid today. Just like me you lack this brain to mouth filter where you just say something, the first thing that comes to mind.
However, in bringing up the fact that I am no longer married, and that my wife is a bit of a whore you're pretty damn stupid. Do you know what a nymphomanic is? One person can't satisify one of those types of people no matter how they try. For eighteen years she remained faithful because I was doing a damn fine job of this. Night after night after night of hearing her scream while you were only able to sit on your ass, grab a bottle of lube, and try to find some chick getting reamed by a hung guy.
Why are you so fixated on her, Roy? Did she never give you the time of day when she was off sucking someone else's dick off? Call her a whore all you like but you know for a fact that you'd never be able to make someone like her happy in bed. I mean you look like the type of guy that fights a guy in glitter over some emo cunt who is killing the female youth of America by being an emo cunt. An emo cunt...
That almost sounds like how you feel about your little cousin being on the sidelines because I killed his wrestling career. I didn't even know the guy at all and look what happened to him. Alex Haden? Who heard of him before that and who has heard of him since that night? No one. Reminds me of a friend I once had in wrestling like that. I tried to be there for him like that. We were tag team partners until he blew his knee out and had to hang it up. Much like how your cousin was forced to leave the wrestling business because of a wrestling injury.
You see, Roy, you keep thinking that if you managed to beat me tonight that I'm giving you some sort of respect. That I'll stand there and shake your hand because you proved yourself to me. Is respect something you earn a match like this? No. Respect isn't earned in a death match. It speaks nothing of your wrestling skills. This is about inflicting pain, not earning respect and this is why you keep on failing to realize how to properly think before you speak. It takes some time when you're still fairly young in the business.
Roy you also fail to recognize that you even think that I would care about that championship around your waist. What does the United States Championship do for me right now? Nothing. I didn't even ask for the title to be on the line. I've held that championship until Kevin Hardaway smashed me in the head against Logan and I found myself losing the championship that night. Three weeks I held that title and that was all I really needed.
It's not that I don't think I'm above it but as I said this is my swan song and winning that title would only prolong my departure. So whether I win or not you can keep that piece of shit title around your waist so you can feel like your penis is a bit bigger when you go to bed that night. As you grow in this business, Roy, you realize that holding a championship isn't that big of a deal. Sure it's a good feeling but that's not the point of professional wrestling. I'm not a belt mark these days. I don't like have need to have a title around my waist to feel like I've left my mark in this business.
My mark in the business is a big one though isn't it? Hall of Fame guy here. Former two time World Champion. First ever Cruiserweight Champion when I beat Creeping Death eight years ago for that championship. I'm a man who has done many things for this company, good and bad. I think everyone recognizes this but I have yet to see one person get down on their hands and knees and hero worship me for an extended amount of time. Yet have I seen someone refer to me as the greatest professional wrestler in the history of WCF.
Never have I seen anyone say that they'd want to face me one on one in a dream match. Never have I seen anyone who tries to grasp at straws as much as you. I don't understand you Speede. One moment you're telling someone you wanted this match to make me respect you and then the next you're going on about how its for something else. Make up your goddamned mind and settle on one thing you want this match to mean to you, kid.
An indecisive mind is why you're still sitting with the United States title instead of taking that leap forward to the next step in a wrestling career. The way you freely think without really chosing your words is what gets you into problems. That along with generally being a little prick but that should have to go without saying. When people see the name of Roy Speede, do you know what they really think of? A whiny, annoying, sad little man who isn't able to grasp on a reality and only lives in his own world where everything is perfectly coherent.
I've seen more coherent thoughts and ideas from a junkie. All you're doing right now, Roy, is proving my point. You're proving all of you detractors right. You're just not good for this business. Come to think of it you're not really good for anything but getting the fat shit teenage girls to go insane because they think you're so cute. Go star in a movie about finding out your parents aren't your parents and it's a giant pile of crap instead of shitting up the business that I love so much. Japan recognizes real professional wrestlers more then any other country. If they cheer you, get on your side then you know you've made it. That's how I felt the first time I worked in Japan.
They love me in Japan because I work their style of professional wrestling. I love Japan because they don't go all crazy over some asshole pretending to act like he belongs in professional wrestling. Tonight is my last night in this company and I don't intend to let it fail in front of a country I love wrestling in front of. Tonight, Speede, you find out what it feels like to really be in an environment where no one supports you in the crowd. They want you dead. I want you dead. Half of this locker room wants you dead.
So keep talking about whatever is you feel like rambling on about. I'll just be getting ready for tonight.
Peace."
I've told people that when I lost those Tag Team Titles with that man I was ghost. I was going to hold true to this word. Hard to believe I was going to hold true to what I said but this time I meant it. WCF has nothing for me anymore. Much like the man who controls XIII this promotion has passed me by after eight of the best years of my life. For all intents and purposes, this is my swan song to WCF. I have no more dream matches. I've beaten everyone I wanted to beat when I started in this business here.
Never honestly though all these accolades would've fallen into my lap after the first time I showed up here. I was laughed away from how horrible I was at cutting a promo. That's one thing that's so hard to teach in this business, charisma. You have it or you don't. For the most part I think I've lacked it in my career. I've never been able to incite a riot from a look on my face. I've never been able to hold people in the palm of my hand like I told myself I could.
This is why I put myself under a mask for a while in my career until I began to find my voice. Now you can't get me to shut up even if you wanted to. This mouth that speaks these words have gotten me into a world of trouble at some points. I've been fired from so many promotions because I can't turn this mouth off, ever. In some of those promotions I was able to put that past behind me and keep going up the ladder. I'm fairly sure that Seth Lerch has fired me before. Six years ago I didn't care about professional wrestling.
Ask any of the retired guys. Even ask Corey Black about how little I cared about this business when I was World Champion. I lost the title and began to go further into my descent into pure apathy. Then slowly I began to realize that I had the talent to become someone in this business. Did I earn everything I got? Certainly not but neither do a lot of men in this business. Isn't that right, Torture?
So when I walk into Tokyo Dome tonight it'll feel like that first night when I was getting ready to face Eric Willson. I remember still everything about that match. I've never forgotten about my past and do you know why that is? It reminds me why I still fight when I need too. My past serves a reminder that for all the things I've done wrong in my life. From hitting my oldest son six years ago to the point where he and Megan left me for a few months. From the birth of more kids, and the revelations of having a twin brother and a little sister.
From the biggest title wins of my career. The matches where I gave it my all and still fell short in the end because the other man was the best goddamn wrestler in the planet. The matches where I could barely get back to the locker room because of the sheer brutality of it. Some of these things concern WCF and some don't as it all relates to a single point I'm trying to make. For all of the bravado like someone Roy Speede can bring forth. For all of his confidence, his speeches about how much greater his is now then a year ago, and his lack of general knowledge about my divorce, it's all a facade.
You're still the same scared shitless kid that I got into the ring with a year ago. A confident man doesn't need to take the low road by bringing up my personal life. A confident man doesn't need to make an assumption about things he couldn't possibly know anything about. This is why, how I know that you're still a kid in this business, Speede. I used to be the same way as you. I saw something about an opponent and thought just by trying to make a fake statement that I'd somehow get into their head.
It failed and I couldn't figure out why. Why did it fail when I thought for sure I had them on the ropes. So this thing you've cooked up in your own mind where I want you to get down on your knees, look me in the eyes, and plead for me to let you free is stupid. While I said it was in your best interest I don't expect you do so. You know I just hate you, Roy. I look at your face and I begin to think how can I inflict the hurt on this kid today. Just like me you lack this brain to mouth filter where you just say something, the first thing that comes to mind.
However, in bringing up the fact that I am no longer married, and that my wife is a bit of a whore you're pretty damn stupid. Do you know what a nymphomanic is? One person can't satisify one of those types of people no matter how they try. For eighteen years she remained faithful because I was doing a damn fine job of this. Night after night after night of hearing her scream while you were only able to sit on your ass, grab a bottle of lube, and try to find some chick getting reamed by a hung guy.
Why are you so fixated on her, Roy? Did she never give you the time of day when she was off sucking someone else's dick off? Call her a whore all you like but you know for a fact that you'd never be able to make someone like her happy in bed. I mean you look like the type of guy that fights a guy in glitter over some emo cunt who is killing the female youth of America by being an emo cunt. An emo cunt...
That almost sounds like how you feel about your little cousin being on the sidelines because I killed his wrestling career. I didn't even know the guy at all and look what happened to him. Alex Haden? Who heard of him before that and who has heard of him since that night? No one. Reminds me of a friend I once had in wrestling like that. I tried to be there for him like that. We were tag team partners until he blew his knee out and had to hang it up. Much like how your cousin was forced to leave the wrestling business because of a wrestling injury.
You see, Roy, you keep thinking that if you managed to beat me tonight that I'm giving you some sort of respect. That I'll stand there and shake your hand because you proved yourself to me. Is respect something you earn a match like this? No. Respect isn't earned in a death match. It speaks nothing of your wrestling skills. This is about inflicting pain, not earning respect and this is why you keep on failing to realize how to properly think before you speak. It takes some time when you're still fairly young in the business.
Roy you also fail to recognize that you even think that I would care about that championship around your waist. What does the United States Championship do for me right now? Nothing. I didn't even ask for the title to be on the line. I've held that championship until Kevin Hardaway smashed me in the head against Logan and I found myself losing the championship that night. Three weeks I held that title and that was all I really needed.
It's not that I don't think I'm above it but as I said this is my swan song and winning that title would only prolong my departure. So whether I win or not you can keep that piece of shit title around your waist so you can feel like your penis is a bit bigger when you go to bed that night. As you grow in this business, Roy, you realize that holding a championship isn't that big of a deal. Sure it's a good feeling but that's not the point of professional wrestling. I'm not a belt mark these days. I don't like have need to have a title around my waist to feel like I've left my mark in this business.
My mark in the business is a big one though isn't it? Hall of Fame guy here. Former two time World Champion. First ever Cruiserweight Champion when I beat Creeping Death eight years ago for that championship. I'm a man who has done many things for this company, good and bad. I think everyone recognizes this but I have yet to see one person get down on their hands and knees and hero worship me for an extended amount of time. Yet have I seen someone refer to me as the greatest professional wrestler in the history of WCF.
Never have I seen anyone say that they'd want to face me one on one in a dream match. Never have I seen anyone who tries to grasp at straws as much as you. I don't understand you Speede. One moment you're telling someone you wanted this match to make me respect you and then the next you're going on about how its for something else. Make up your goddamned mind and settle on one thing you want this match to mean to you, kid.
An indecisive mind is why you're still sitting with the United States title instead of taking that leap forward to the next step in a wrestling career. The way you freely think without really chosing your words is what gets you into problems. That along with generally being a little prick but that should have to go without saying. When people see the name of Roy Speede, do you know what they really think of? A whiny, annoying, sad little man who isn't able to grasp on a reality and only lives in his own world where everything is perfectly coherent.
I've seen more coherent thoughts and ideas from a junkie. All you're doing right now, Roy, is proving my point. You're proving all of you detractors right. You're just not good for this business. Come to think of it you're not really good for anything but getting the fat shit teenage girls to go insane because they think you're so cute. Go star in a movie about finding out your parents aren't your parents and it's a giant pile of crap instead of shitting up the business that I love so much. Japan recognizes real professional wrestlers more then any other country. If they cheer you, get on your side then you know you've made it. That's how I felt the first time I worked in Japan.
They love me in Japan because I work their style of professional wrestling. I love Japan because they don't go all crazy over some asshole pretending to act like he belongs in professional wrestling. Tonight is my last night in this company and I don't intend to let it fail in front of a country I love wrestling in front of. Tonight, Speede, you find out what it feels like to really be in an environment where no one supports you in the crowd. They want you dead. I want you dead. Half of this locker room wants you dead.
So keep talking about whatever is you feel like rambling on about. I'll just be getting ready for tonight.
Peace."
