Post by khardaway on Feb 19, 2009 19:37:46 GMT -5
OOC: For those of you wondering, the first time I posted this, it didn't show up, so I re-titled it and re-posted it. So, don't freak.
For a few measely minutes, let's not talk about you. I know it's going to be killing you inside because of it, but let's not focus on the match that's going to cause the people working at the morgue to get a little overtime because of us. I'm not going to focus on that right now.
I came into this business just about 11 years ago, in the winter of 1998. Me, along with the rest of the people who were training with me were all there for the same damn reason. Because professional wrestling was the "it" thing at the time. It was just reaching it's peak among the masses. Everybody there wanted to be the next big star. About 3/4 of those people who walked in there that day, walked out because their bodies couldn't take it anymore. I wasn't one of those people. But for three years, I slowly, but surely got better. There has been people who trained and were ready to go in less time, sure. Maybe it was just me who had it a little slower than others. And that can go into a lot of ways during my career, however you want to look at it.
My career has been filled with up's and down's, and twists and turns. Surely, you can look at it and think that for anybody else that has a career, not only in this business, but in every single business that this world shares. Nobody's career is perfect. Nobody's perfect. Nobody's even normal to handle.
You know what, fuck it. I was attempting to go all philiopshical and stuff, but you don't care. Nobody cares. They all just want to see me die in that ring come Sunday. It's true and you all know it. So why bother trying to toughen up my supposed "ego" when it's not going to matter? It's my final match here. It's my last hurrah here. Come Sunday, live or die, i'm getting the hell out of here. No more of this stupid bullshit. I can leave and this place can go back to the shithole it already is currently. I know what you're going to say now..."Then why did you bother accepting my challenge?" like you've been doing ALL WEEK!
The reason I accepted was because I was sick and tired. I've already explained this to you I thought. I am sick and tired of seeing you go around and pretending to do something. Going around and claiming that you have the greatest fucking life out of everybody in professional wrestling. No, you don't do normal promos. You let the cameras in on your life whenever your kids take their first shit, like you want to be in a reality show or something, not this sport. It'd be fine if you were writing a book, but that's not the case, is it? We're in a different game than what you believe is the right one.
The reason I accepted was so I could end this charade once and for all, so I could finally kick your sorry little ass and move on. I can't...every single night, I can't sleep due to the problems, due to the nightmares. It's been bugging the hell out of me ever since Dire Straits. I was going to forgive you, sooner or later. But you can't expect people to forgive and forget right away. I'm so damn sorry that I couldn't forgive you RIGHT AWAY! People are different than others. People can run faster than others, they can figure out geometery faster than others. People can forgive faster than others. I'm not one of those people.
"Ooooh, look at me. I can rise to the top faster than others, I'm better than everybody, look at me." Well, i'm sorry that I was still a little rusty when you decided to jerk off everybody to get to the top. You know how much bullshit and problems I had to go through? And still even, it didn't mean a god damn thing. I only got so far when I decided that I could do better elsewhere.
And that's what I did. Not only that, but I got respect. You think I didn't, and you think I faked it through, but I didn't. I trusted almost everybody on that damn GWC roster. Zak, DeAngelo, Alastair, Murder Inc., hell I even trusted the people who crossed my path. The Ragnals, Sitar, Sammie Rene, and even your little baby brother, Spike. Those people thought I was their hero. They thought I was the best around. And that ain't my ego crossing around here, everybody just loved me that damn much. It was the assholes like Burton, like Thunder, like...Corey Black. Oooh crap, I said his name, big fuckin' whoop. Those were the people who cried out for mutiny because they wanted the glory for themselves, and I was in the way.
And when everything went down, you could've went in front of me and told the whole world what i've been saying all along. That everybody makes mistakes and that this was a small one that could've been fixed, simple as that. But no...you crossed the line to those assholes. That alone was the complete downfall of the GWC and the very damn reason why this company is back up on it's feet. You're partly to blame for that, but you're fully to blame for almost destroying me where I stood.
This Sunday. This is the moment that i've been dreaming for ever since we first crossed paths in the GWC. I never wanted to face "Brad Kane" in his prime. I wanted to face "Reckless Jack" in his prime. Our match in the XHF where I faced "Reckless Jack" Brad Wallace, that meant nothing. I've always wanted to face the crazy son of a bitch who put Hardcore Harry in his place for good. I've always wanted to face the man who would fear nothing and only worry about how he's going to mutilate this guy, not about whether or not his wife feels in danger. I've always wanted to face him.
And now...I get the chance to destroy the legacy of him once and for all. You can tell everybody about how you destroyed the people who messed with your family. Doesn't mean a damn thing. Lance Ryan, Tom Fury, they have nothing on me. You haven't faced me in your playground yet. You have no idea what I could do.
Look at your former tag partner, my friend Jay Williams...back in the early years of my career, I destroyed him in the first "Death Row" match.
Look at your baby brother, Spike Kane. He was my little bitch before you. I destroyed the hell out of him from pillar to post. I've thrown him through a ring, I've dominated him since the Best of Five series.
Look at your brother-in-law, Joey Ragnal. I, not only almost drowned his ex-wife with beer and doused his ex-girlfriend's grave with beer, he didn't have the balls to get revenge at me at Omerta. Not only that, but he tried to do the same thing as you. Take me out inside his own playground. Didn't happen. I came through and ruined his career like that. I made him quit the GWC.
And just like your family before you, you think you're going to get revenge on me. You think you're finally going to shut me up once and for all. It's not going to happen. All things will come to an end this Sunday.
If I were you, i'd get things ready for your service and your impending funeral. I can't wait to see the looks on all of your family's faces when they see your body inside that casket.
Rest in peace.
I came into this business just about 11 years ago, in the winter of 1998. Me, along with the rest of the people who were training with me were all there for the same damn reason. Because professional wrestling was the "it" thing at the time. It was just reaching it's peak among the masses. Everybody there wanted to be the next big star. About 3/4 of those people who walked in there that day, walked out because their bodies couldn't take it anymore. I wasn't one of those people. But for three years, I slowly, but surely got better. There has been people who trained and were ready to go in less time, sure. Maybe it was just me who had it a little slower than others. And that can go into a lot of ways during my career, however you want to look at it.
My career has been filled with up's and down's, and twists and turns. Surely, you can look at it and think that for anybody else that has a career, not only in this business, but in every single business that this world shares. Nobody's career is perfect. Nobody's perfect. Nobody's even normal to handle.
You know what, fuck it. I was attempting to go all philiopshical and stuff, but you don't care. Nobody cares. They all just want to see me die in that ring come Sunday. It's true and you all know it. So why bother trying to toughen up my supposed "ego" when it's not going to matter? It's my final match here. It's my last hurrah here. Come Sunday, live or die, i'm getting the hell out of here. No more of this stupid bullshit. I can leave and this place can go back to the shithole it already is currently. I know what you're going to say now..."Then why did you bother accepting my challenge?" like you've been doing ALL WEEK!
The reason I accepted was because I was sick and tired. I've already explained this to you I thought. I am sick and tired of seeing you go around and pretending to do something. Going around and claiming that you have the greatest fucking life out of everybody in professional wrestling. No, you don't do normal promos. You let the cameras in on your life whenever your kids take their first shit, like you want to be in a reality show or something, not this sport. It'd be fine if you were writing a book, but that's not the case, is it? We're in a different game than what you believe is the right one.
The reason I accepted was so I could end this charade once and for all, so I could finally kick your sorry little ass and move on. I can't...every single night, I can't sleep due to the problems, due to the nightmares. It's been bugging the hell out of me ever since Dire Straits. I was going to forgive you, sooner or later. But you can't expect people to forgive and forget right away. I'm so damn sorry that I couldn't forgive you RIGHT AWAY! People are different than others. People can run faster than others, they can figure out geometery faster than others. People can forgive faster than others. I'm not one of those people.
"Ooooh, look at me. I can rise to the top faster than others, I'm better than everybody, look at me." Well, i'm sorry that I was still a little rusty when you decided to jerk off everybody to get to the top. You know how much bullshit and problems I had to go through? And still even, it didn't mean a god damn thing. I only got so far when I decided that I could do better elsewhere.
And that's what I did. Not only that, but I got respect. You think I didn't, and you think I faked it through, but I didn't. I trusted almost everybody on that damn GWC roster. Zak, DeAngelo, Alastair, Murder Inc., hell I even trusted the people who crossed my path. The Ragnals, Sitar, Sammie Rene, and even your little baby brother, Spike. Those people thought I was their hero. They thought I was the best around. And that ain't my ego crossing around here, everybody just loved me that damn much. It was the assholes like Burton, like Thunder, like...Corey Black. Oooh crap, I said his name, big fuckin' whoop. Those were the people who cried out for mutiny because they wanted the glory for themselves, and I was in the way.
And when everything went down, you could've went in front of me and told the whole world what i've been saying all along. That everybody makes mistakes and that this was a small one that could've been fixed, simple as that. But no...you crossed the line to those assholes. That alone was the complete downfall of the GWC and the very damn reason why this company is back up on it's feet. You're partly to blame for that, but you're fully to blame for almost destroying me where I stood.
This Sunday. This is the moment that i've been dreaming for ever since we first crossed paths in the GWC. I never wanted to face "Brad Kane" in his prime. I wanted to face "Reckless Jack" in his prime. Our match in the XHF where I faced "Reckless Jack" Brad Wallace, that meant nothing. I've always wanted to face the crazy son of a bitch who put Hardcore Harry in his place for good. I've always wanted to face the man who would fear nothing and only worry about how he's going to mutilate this guy, not about whether or not his wife feels in danger. I've always wanted to face him.
And now...I get the chance to destroy the legacy of him once and for all. You can tell everybody about how you destroyed the people who messed with your family. Doesn't mean a damn thing. Lance Ryan, Tom Fury, they have nothing on me. You haven't faced me in your playground yet. You have no idea what I could do.
Look at your former tag partner, my friend Jay Williams...back in the early years of my career, I destroyed him in the first "Death Row" match.
Look at your baby brother, Spike Kane. He was my little bitch before you. I destroyed the hell out of him from pillar to post. I've thrown him through a ring, I've dominated him since the Best of Five series.
Look at your brother-in-law, Joey Ragnal. I, not only almost drowned his ex-wife with beer and doused his ex-girlfriend's grave with beer, he didn't have the balls to get revenge at me at Omerta. Not only that, but he tried to do the same thing as you. Take me out inside his own playground. Didn't happen. I came through and ruined his career like that. I made him quit the GWC.
And just like your family before you, you think you're going to get revenge on me. You think you're finally going to shut me up once and for all. It's not going to happen. All things will come to an end this Sunday.
If I were you, i'd get things ready for your service and your impending funeral. I can't wait to see the looks on all of your family's faces when they see your body inside that casket.
Rest in peace.
