Post by whysoserious on Feb 16, 2009 23:38:35 GMT -5
I want to say it was June second of two thousand and six when this all started. It was just another day in my life, going against someone on a national TV show. Little did I know that this man, the man I was wrestling that night would become a great friend before everything fell out and we can't stand one another. On that night though, I beat him. A few months down the road, I beat him in a tag match. Couple more months, I beat him in another singles match. I was starting to become his plague, he couldn't beat me.
So we joined forces for a while. That lasted about a month before our natural hate kicked in. People always thought we were so chummy, the best of friends but I think deep down, we've always hated one another. I can't stand his ego. Back to my story though.
This time last year over in GWC, he finally does. He finally beat me in a one on one match to get the monkey off of his back. But you know what?
That's the only time he's pinned me. The two matches after that, I won by count out and the other match was a clusterfuck. So what makes him think that he's better then me? Let's examine all of the facts that would make him think he's above me, that he's better then I am as a person and as a professional wrestler.
For years, he was known to waste away in the middle of the pack, always wanting to go a bit higher on the card but never quite did it. I personally think he was too complacent with his spot in the world. Certainly he realized that in order to get ahead in this business, you have to grip it by the neck and choke the life out of it. He didn't though and he remained in the mid card for years. Every once in a blue moon, he'd say something like "Someday I'll break out of the mid card and bust through."
Remember XHF? From the moment I walked into that promotion, I forced my way up the card and within a year, I was the World Champion. What about you though? You were there twice as long as I was and you only got your spot at the near top towards the end of your run there. What makes us so different?
I wanted it more. I wanted to climb up and grab it. I'm not a complacent man like you are. You finally got your start at the top by going to another promotion. I'd been doing that for years. I'd been in the main event in this promotion, GWC, XHF, NWA and so many other places while you only found fame at the top spot in GWC. Maybe you felt like you had to pay your dues a little while longer. Maybe you needed to keep working at it and working at it to become the best wrestler you could be.
We both know you could've had a top spot anywhere in the world if you wanted it. But you too much of a chickenshit to take it. Once you got that top spot, everything started to change in you. I watched you change from a guy who didn't have a fucking drop of confidence and had others keep him in the wrestling business to a motherfucker who was so in love with himself I'm pretty sure you jerked off to your own fucking reflection.
When you started gaining momentum at the GWC World Champion, you started to become a fucking prick. Why do you think everyone hated you? It wasn't because you were the champ for months on end. It was due to the fact that you ran your fucking mouth all the time behind the scenes. I remember when Derek Sitar and I were slated to be the main event of Omerta and you bitched and you whined because you weren't getting the spotlight. As memory serves, I told Vice to switch the match order to make you happy.
Maybe that was the problem. I wasn't upfront with you. I should've told you that you were becoming an egomaniac. That's what a friend would've done for another friend. I dropped the ball and I started this chain reaction but did I stab you in the back?
Never.
We both know I never stabbed you in the back. You just wanted a reason to hate someone for getting drove out of GWC. Well you weren't drove out because after the dust settled and people calmed down, you were still pissy, you were still throwing a fit that you're authority was challenged in such a manner. You were like a baby who had his bottle taken away from him and you took your ball and went home. Sure you won in the end because GWC is dead but the ship tried to keep going.
Even though I tried to be a man, you still didn't care. You're still a little whiny, prissy bitch and that's who you'll be until the day you die because you don't know how to handle success. Did I throw a few tantrums in my time? You bet but I owned up to them. You on the other hand, nope. You never owned up to a fucking thing!
I've made a ton of mistakes in my life and the biggest one was reaching out and being a friend to you. Biggest mistake of my life because the past few months, I've felt like shit from what happened. I've been angry at you, angry at myself and its starting to boil over. That's why I need this and I'm sure you do too.
This is the final chapter between us. The book is closed after Till Death Do Us Part. I don't ever want to be in the same fucking ring as you again. I'll go as far to say I don't want to be in the same promotion as you. I fucking hate you. I want you to die. I want you to look at yourself and realize what a monster you've become in order to save yourself. You need this. You need to beat the shit out of me and I need to beat the shit out of you.
Kevin Hardaway, my former friend and now my most hated enemy. Who would've thought things would've become like this between us a year ago, in character or out of character. Yeah, I said out of character, I don't give a fuck. This is hate and that's all that matters. When you step inside the Master of Horrors and we bleed and we sweat and we try to kill one another, I'm going to take so much pleasure in it. We've both wanted this for so long and it's finally coming true.
Sunday night, your career and your life ends by my hand because I had a part in what you've become. There will be a part of me that will always love you, little brother but on Sunday night, I take you down, once and for all.
So we joined forces for a while. That lasted about a month before our natural hate kicked in. People always thought we were so chummy, the best of friends but I think deep down, we've always hated one another. I can't stand his ego. Back to my story though.
This time last year over in GWC, he finally does. He finally beat me in a one on one match to get the monkey off of his back. But you know what?
That's the only time he's pinned me. The two matches after that, I won by count out and the other match was a clusterfuck. So what makes him think that he's better then me? Let's examine all of the facts that would make him think he's above me, that he's better then I am as a person and as a professional wrestler.
For years, he was known to waste away in the middle of the pack, always wanting to go a bit higher on the card but never quite did it. I personally think he was too complacent with his spot in the world. Certainly he realized that in order to get ahead in this business, you have to grip it by the neck and choke the life out of it. He didn't though and he remained in the mid card for years. Every once in a blue moon, he'd say something like "Someday I'll break out of the mid card and bust through."
Remember XHF? From the moment I walked into that promotion, I forced my way up the card and within a year, I was the World Champion. What about you though? You were there twice as long as I was and you only got your spot at the near top towards the end of your run there. What makes us so different?
I wanted it more. I wanted to climb up and grab it. I'm not a complacent man like you are. You finally got your start at the top by going to another promotion. I'd been doing that for years. I'd been in the main event in this promotion, GWC, XHF, NWA and so many other places while you only found fame at the top spot in GWC. Maybe you felt like you had to pay your dues a little while longer. Maybe you needed to keep working at it and working at it to become the best wrestler you could be.
We both know you could've had a top spot anywhere in the world if you wanted it. But you too much of a chickenshit to take it. Once you got that top spot, everything started to change in you. I watched you change from a guy who didn't have a fucking drop of confidence and had others keep him in the wrestling business to a motherfucker who was so in love with himself I'm pretty sure you jerked off to your own fucking reflection.
When you started gaining momentum at the GWC World Champion, you started to become a fucking prick. Why do you think everyone hated you? It wasn't because you were the champ for months on end. It was due to the fact that you ran your fucking mouth all the time behind the scenes. I remember when Derek Sitar and I were slated to be the main event of Omerta and you bitched and you whined because you weren't getting the spotlight. As memory serves, I told Vice to switch the match order to make you happy.
Maybe that was the problem. I wasn't upfront with you. I should've told you that you were becoming an egomaniac. That's what a friend would've done for another friend. I dropped the ball and I started this chain reaction but did I stab you in the back?
Never.
We both know I never stabbed you in the back. You just wanted a reason to hate someone for getting drove out of GWC. Well you weren't drove out because after the dust settled and people calmed down, you were still pissy, you were still throwing a fit that you're authority was challenged in such a manner. You were like a baby who had his bottle taken away from him and you took your ball and went home. Sure you won in the end because GWC is dead but the ship tried to keep going.
Even though I tried to be a man, you still didn't care. You're still a little whiny, prissy bitch and that's who you'll be until the day you die because you don't know how to handle success. Did I throw a few tantrums in my time? You bet but I owned up to them. You on the other hand, nope. You never owned up to a fucking thing!
I've made a ton of mistakes in my life and the biggest one was reaching out and being a friend to you. Biggest mistake of my life because the past few months, I've felt like shit from what happened. I've been angry at you, angry at myself and its starting to boil over. That's why I need this and I'm sure you do too.
This is the final chapter between us. The book is closed after Till Death Do Us Part. I don't ever want to be in the same fucking ring as you again. I'll go as far to say I don't want to be in the same promotion as you. I fucking hate you. I want you to die. I want you to look at yourself and realize what a monster you've become in order to save yourself. You need this. You need to beat the shit out of me and I need to beat the shit out of you.
Kevin Hardaway, my former friend and now my most hated enemy. Who would've thought things would've become like this between us a year ago, in character or out of character. Yeah, I said out of character, I don't give a fuck. This is hate and that's all that matters. When you step inside the Master of Horrors and we bleed and we sweat and we try to kill one another, I'm going to take so much pleasure in it. We've both wanted this for so long and it's finally coming true.
Sunday night, your career and your life ends by my hand because I had a part in what you've become. There will be a part of me that will always love you, little brother but on Sunday night, I take you down, once and for all.
