Post by madddogg on Jul 9, 2009 1:11:39 GMT -5
Sometimes life just doesn't seem fair. You see yourself as the most important cog in a well oiled machine. Irreplacable. Monumentally important. Destined for stardom. And then reality intrudes.
For one of WCF's finest...that moment came two weeks ago at Blast. His assent was unquestionable. Even though he was down and out, he was going to rise and recover for the V. Pin his opponent, 1, 2, 3 and go on to win the World Title at whatever the next PPV is. Then...reality intruded and he saw himself on the outside again.
In return for this revelation, he has delved even more into fantasy. Now a massive conspiracy exists, designed to rob him. That this is in contradiction of the facts is irrelevant. He just can't handle that this isn't about him. He must be the center of attention, and if reality cannot oblige...then reality will be ignored. Truth be damned.
Gravedigger, you're an irrelevant footnote to a better story. You came back against someone who had a deranged stalker. You knew you were throwing yourself in the fire, and now you cry about getting burned. Should anyone care?
Had you just stayed away, Logan would've been torn limb from limb, and you'd have had a free path to the belt. Instead you got in MY way and delayed my plans. Now, with your interference, my prey has escaped. Run like the pathetic coward he is. And I have to track him down and slaughter him. More work. More effort.
But you. You hurt. Your little hooker got injured when you tossed her in the line of fire. Is that anyone's fault but yours? No one was paying attention to you. No one gave a rats ass about you. Her blood is on your hands. You knew that you were bringing her into the crossfire, and you did it anyway.
There's no conspiracy here. No one planned to hurt the whore. No one even noticed when she fell into the light. Well, it was a little darker. But that's it. No one noticed your crushed dreams. They were focused on me trying to kill Logan. You skulked up the ramp without a single eye on you. And now, that you are trying to play victim, you don't even have the attention of your opponent.
Focus all you want on Slam. I won't be there. I have one goal, and one goal only. To destroy Logan. If you were a stop on the way there, I'd have crushed you without hesitation. Since he has moved elsewhere, you're an unwelcome and unworthy distraction. And, as much of an annoyance as you were, getting in the way of my prize...the fact that I don't even see the need to exact retribution should tell you where you stand.
Enjoy your hollow win at Slam. You'll have neither revenge nor redemption. You're simply not worth the time, nor the effort. Seth may have promised you a match with me at Ultimate Showdown, but he wrote a check to an empty bank. I will not waste further time with you. Your challenge is rejected.
For one of WCF's finest...that moment came two weeks ago at Blast. His assent was unquestionable. Even though he was down and out, he was going to rise and recover for the V. Pin his opponent, 1, 2, 3 and go on to win the World Title at whatever the next PPV is. Then...reality intruded and he saw himself on the outside again.
In return for this revelation, he has delved even more into fantasy. Now a massive conspiracy exists, designed to rob him. That this is in contradiction of the facts is irrelevant. He just can't handle that this isn't about him. He must be the center of attention, and if reality cannot oblige...then reality will be ignored. Truth be damned.
Gravedigger, you're an irrelevant footnote to a better story. You came back against someone who had a deranged stalker. You knew you were throwing yourself in the fire, and now you cry about getting burned. Should anyone care?
Had you just stayed away, Logan would've been torn limb from limb, and you'd have had a free path to the belt. Instead you got in MY way and delayed my plans. Now, with your interference, my prey has escaped. Run like the pathetic coward he is. And I have to track him down and slaughter him. More work. More effort.
But you. You hurt. Your little hooker got injured when you tossed her in the line of fire. Is that anyone's fault but yours? No one was paying attention to you. No one gave a rats ass about you. Her blood is on your hands. You knew that you were bringing her into the crossfire, and you did it anyway.
There's no conspiracy here. No one planned to hurt the whore. No one even noticed when she fell into the light. Well, it was a little darker. But that's it. No one noticed your crushed dreams. They were focused on me trying to kill Logan. You skulked up the ramp without a single eye on you. And now, that you are trying to play victim, you don't even have the attention of your opponent.
Focus all you want on Slam. I won't be there. I have one goal, and one goal only. To destroy Logan. If you were a stop on the way there, I'd have crushed you without hesitation. Since he has moved elsewhere, you're an unwelcome and unworthy distraction. And, as much of an annoyance as you were, getting in the way of my prize...the fact that I don't even see the need to exact retribution should tell you where you stand.
Enjoy your hollow win at Slam. You'll have neither revenge nor redemption. You're simply not worth the time, nor the effort. Seth may have promised you a match with me at Ultimate Showdown, but he wrote a check to an empty bank. I will not waste further time with you. Your challenge is rejected.
