David Sanchez comments on U.S title, Revenge and more...
Aug 17, 2015 16:12:55 GMT -5
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Post by David Sanchez on Aug 17, 2015 16:12:55 GMT -5
The following statement was issued in a press release early this morning by the new United States Champion; David Sanchez.
Source: WCF.com
Source: WCF.com
"So, big fucking deal. I told everybody I was going to win the belt and I did it. Always the tone of surprise. People looked down at me going into the match, everybody always wants to doubt the new guy, except I've been telling people all along that I'm not new to this, it's my thirteenth year in the professional circuit. People kept telling me that I couldn't beat Thomas Uriel Bates, and to all of them I say: Fuck you! He was just another obstacle in my way, and an insult to a championship which represents these United States. He's too busy trying to fit his head and shoulders into Dune's gaping brown-eye, I told him he wasn't smart enough to stop my ascent, he took his eye of the ball, and once again I was right... are you starting to see the pattern here?
This belt doesn't deserve to be over-looked anymore, not when it's around my waist, not when it's being defended by the smartest man in the wrestling industry. I'm not a big fan of charity, if people want a shot at this title, they are going to have to earn it, I'm a busy man and I can't possibly get around to breaking all of your hopes and dreams at once. Just know that when you step in the ring with me, and this belt's up for grabs; you will be stepping into the last few moments of your relevance in this business. If you thought I was raising the bar before, believe me puppets. You haven't seen anything yet. All you've seen is a dog chasing after a particular bone, well now I have that bone. Who's fucking stupid enough to try and take it off me?
The competition? What competition? All I see are a bunch of washed up old dudes hanging onto the last iota of respect they have for themselves and some kids who think because they scored a couple of wins they deserve to be taken seriously? Not likely kid, back to the amateurs. Alex Richards? No I don't think so, just because you were internet darling for longer than anybody cares to remember, does not mean you deserve a shot. You want to impress me? Put down the fucking Zim-quila and actually win a match for once you bald, directionless oddity. Scarecrow? No thanks, Mikey eXtreme bled on him a few weeks ago and I'm at least eighty percent certain that guy has the hepatitis alphabet. Besides, I'm pretty sure he's busy cutting himself in a dark corner to Joy Division records and wondering where his dad is. Z-Mac got a win this week you say? Well sure, he did. I mean even a stopped clock is right twice a day. Zombie McMorris is everything that is wrong with this company, he's stuck, and he knows how stuck he is. Win, lose or draw he just stays in the same fucking place, week-in, week-out. Contributing nothing to this business but the barely coherent rants about sandwiches and coffee, all-the-while claiming to be some kind of badger... Honey badger, you want a shot? Earn one, nobody gives a fuck what you done last year, what you done for us lately? Okay, so you beat Spencer Adams. Big deal. Isn't that just an inevitable thing that happens after a while?
The list of second-rate talent goes on as far as the eye can see, turns around the corner and goes on some more. I don't give a fuck who I'm facing, when I'm facing them or what they've done in the past. The only way anybody's getting a shot at this belt is to fucking earn it. I haven't been pinned or made to submit in seven weeks, and my only losses here came from a fluke fucking roll-up from Adam Blake in a six-man tag match on my debut and a pathetic, pussy count-out defeat to Teo Del Sol a week later. If you want to step into my world gentlemen, by all means feel free but know that it's the last time you'll be known as anything other than the next fucking statistic in my win column.
Oh... and in regards to Revenge:
Isaiah Chavis, you just don't learn, do you? I mean, one loss wasn't enough for you, was it? You have to creep back into my line of sight and dance around like the sideshow attraction you are, it's pathetic. Rather than just be humbled by your loss you come up with these mad theories about wanting to push me further, about seeing how much I can take? You find this 'Hardcore Hell' match, that some washed up guy who could barely hold the world title for a week invented. Damon Cash? Wayne Dash? Waylon Banks, that was it! Anyway... You find this sadistic match and send your little army of misfits and teenage tearaways to stalk me, to follow me day and night, to surround me in the ring after my matches. Cool, neat trick. I hope you have health insurance because after Revenge, all that's going to be left of you is a rubber wristband from Guys, Guys, Guys and a thick white smudge of clown paint on the floor where your face used to be.
Don't worry though, to you Isaiah or to anybody else who wants to step up to the plate and try to take what's mine. I'll make sure to send you a framed, signed photograph of the moment my Medusa's Touch caves in the side of your temple. That way, you'll always have something to remind you... of the day you almost beat David Sanchez."
This belt doesn't deserve to be over-looked anymore, not when it's around my waist, not when it's being defended by the smartest man in the wrestling industry. I'm not a big fan of charity, if people want a shot at this title, they are going to have to earn it, I'm a busy man and I can't possibly get around to breaking all of your hopes and dreams at once. Just know that when you step in the ring with me, and this belt's up for grabs; you will be stepping into the last few moments of your relevance in this business. If you thought I was raising the bar before, believe me puppets. You haven't seen anything yet. All you've seen is a dog chasing after a particular bone, well now I have that bone. Who's fucking stupid enough to try and take it off me?
The competition? What competition? All I see are a bunch of washed up old dudes hanging onto the last iota of respect they have for themselves and some kids who think because they scored a couple of wins they deserve to be taken seriously? Not likely kid, back to the amateurs. Alex Richards? No I don't think so, just because you were internet darling for longer than anybody cares to remember, does not mean you deserve a shot. You want to impress me? Put down the fucking Zim-quila and actually win a match for once you bald, directionless oddity. Scarecrow? No thanks, Mikey eXtreme bled on him a few weeks ago and I'm at least eighty percent certain that guy has the hepatitis alphabet. Besides, I'm pretty sure he's busy cutting himself in a dark corner to Joy Division records and wondering where his dad is. Z-Mac got a win this week you say? Well sure, he did. I mean even a stopped clock is right twice a day. Zombie McMorris is everything that is wrong with this company, he's stuck, and he knows how stuck he is. Win, lose or draw he just stays in the same fucking place, week-in, week-out. Contributing nothing to this business but the barely coherent rants about sandwiches and coffee, all-the-while claiming to be some kind of badger... Honey badger, you want a shot? Earn one, nobody gives a fuck what you done last year, what you done for us lately? Okay, so you beat Spencer Adams. Big deal. Isn't that just an inevitable thing that happens after a while?
The list of second-rate talent goes on as far as the eye can see, turns around the corner and goes on some more. I don't give a fuck who I'm facing, when I'm facing them or what they've done in the past. The only way anybody's getting a shot at this belt is to fucking earn it. I haven't been pinned or made to submit in seven weeks, and my only losses here came from a fluke fucking roll-up from Adam Blake in a six-man tag match on my debut and a pathetic, pussy count-out defeat to Teo Del Sol a week later. If you want to step into my world gentlemen, by all means feel free but know that it's the last time you'll be known as anything other than the next fucking statistic in my win column.
Oh... and in regards to Revenge:
Isaiah Chavis, you just don't learn, do you? I mean, one loss wasn't enough for you, was it? You have to creep back into my line of sight and dance around like the sideshow attraction you are, it's pathetic. Rather than just be humbled by your loss you come up with these mad theories about wanting to push me further, about seeing how much I can take? You find this 'Hardcore Hell' match, that some washed up guy who could barely hold the world title for a week invented. Damon Cash? Wayne Dash? Waylon Banks, that was it! Anyway... You find this sadistic match and send your little army of misfits and teenage tearaways to stalk me, to follow me day and night, to surround me in the ring after my matches. Cool, neat trick. I hope you have health insurance because after Revenge, all that's going to be left of you is a rubber wristband from Guys, Guys, Guys and a thick white smudge of clown paint on the floor where your face used to be.
Don't worry though, to you Isaiah or to anybody else who wants to step up to the plate and try to take what's mine. I'll make sure to send you a framed, signed photograph of the moment my Medusa's Touch caves in the side of your temple. That way, you'll always have something to remind you... of the day you almost beat David Sanchez."
