Post by khardaway on Oct 19, 2009 12:36:30 GMT -5
What does it take to be champion really? First of all, it's in your nature. No wimps can apply. You have to have the ability to kill ingrained into you. There's no time for sympathy or useless emotions. You can't just walk in off the streets expecting to be a champion. Trying something as foolish as that only guarantees that you find yourself...well, truth be told...you'd probably be laughed out of the building, bringing shame to yourself and your family. It's in your heart too. It's got to be something you strive to be. In our business, champions are regarded as the best fighters and warriors on the planet. So when someone asked what I wanted to be when I got older...I said, "I want to be a champion one day." Even then, I had my priorities. And of course, my priorities have been made obvious here in the WCF. Champions are the definition of strong...and in our business, only the strong can survive. The strongs chase the weak away, leaving only the elite to step into greatness...and why wouldn't I want to be one of the elite?
But like I said, only the strong can survive in this business. There is no time for making friends. There is no time for worrying about these people you call your 'partners.' Everybody has learned that the hard way, but it is a lesson we all must learn. Ladies and gentlemen, this is a dog eat dog world, there is no room for alliances. You can't trust anyone because in the end, greed will fuck you over. Everyone has one thing on their mind, and that is to be champion. I don't care what you say, but everyone has the desire to be champion and will do whatever it takes to get to the top of that mountain. I, for example, have been given the opportunity of a life time. I have been given the chance to prove that I am who I say I am, and there's not a damn thing Ace Slaughter and Jimmy Dean will do to stop me from proving it to everyone.
Both of you guys, Slaughter and Dean, you may be fooling many people, but you do not fool me. You can't fake greatness, or any of the things that come with it. The wisdom, the power, or the success. Those are credentials you cannot make up or sugarcoat. To be a great man, you have to earn each and every credential. Yeah, you think you're so high and mighty, I'll give you that. But son, you still have a lot to prove. You are not great men yet, hell you're terrible. But, I have you figured out guys. I saw the fear in your eyes. It was as if you had met your match. You have gone around this company throwing your weight around for far too long kid. It's time for a new elite to rise, and take the throne.
For man is most deadly when another challenges him over a simple piece of tin, for that defines the man. The common, those so simple, even as their pride is wounded, they gather an unbelievable strength and can achieve accolades none would believe. A young boy walking through the halls of his school, verbally castigated by his peers classmates, soon he strikes back and the classmates are taken as they realize blood is trickling from their jaw, they had pushed the pride of the schoolboy over the edge and retaliation was inevitable. A young lover accompanied beneath satin sheets by his mistress, physical encounters, and then as the encounter ends and he asks if she was satisfied, she neglects his very attempts to please her and wounds his pride. He swears that the knife found not a sheath in her chest as a result of a madman's mental state. In fact she was stricken because she had struck first upon him, not drawing forth the fact that it was his wounded ego and wounded pride that she struck and not him. So how does one fare when their pride is wounded as they come to the realization that they have toppled from the pillar they have placed themselves upon, soon enough the answer shall come…
You see...Slaughter and Dean, man gives up a lot of things for pride, whether it is at a job for a local software company. Or on the gridiron of a grassy plain, divided by lines of 10 yards, the field stretches 120 feet from end zone to end zone. Warriors step onto this field in different conglomerates across the United States. Pride judged on this field is decided by how many big plays a person can come up with to define you as a hero. This occurs every Sunday from September to February. Moving away we come towards the alternate battlefield. One decided inside a squared circle with 3 ropes upon all four sides with post on each edge connecting the ropes. The lights illuminate, the crowd roars to a deafening sound, cheering for the guy who acts more like them and doesn’t have a cocky attitude to back it up, or cheer for the bloodshed. Moving away from the wrestling ring, we move to a swamp marsh, a desolate city, for which buildings and areas, which show significant importance, are scattered by pieces, some on the brink of total collapse. Men with weapons and tin hats with mesh coverings of their body walk through this area. Some frightened some that have seen everything possible. And some that openly would want to shoot the first thing they actually see. Bullets are heard flying, men screaming out in pain. The blood, the destruction, the apathy for man’s soul, the crescendo of death is beautiful for it plays like an angelic symphony. Simply, this matter this global cause to stop another from gaining power is called in simple term effects, war. Plaguing each and every one of us.
These battlefields shed the simple fact that pride is decided on these fields. But, pride could be taken a little bit too seriously. For one single mistake could change the way we see ourselves as a humanity. We’ve killed on the football field, on the battlefield of war, and inside of the squared circle. Death creeps around us at every walking moment. Defining death is just as complicated as defining pride. Its consent envy’s the noblest man to a furious passion. Most of us think that we have everything figured out. That we are the center of attention towards everyone else, becoming a big shot, teaching others what you have learned. An entity of one’s self being. Actually seeing them as something they are not. Everybody wants to prove something, that they are the cream of the crop. That one man is standing over all others victorious on the battlefield. Some of us however can’t even grasp the concept of what to actually do in a wrestling ring. What a person shall do with words, may not do in action. Thy self is complicated thy pride is questionable. Thy self is afraid of what he can and cannot do, showing others that he is not a person who loses and doesn’t learn from these losses. Pride, one man’s goal, which is another man’s problem…
Slaughter. Dean. Be afraid...be very afraid, for you are about to step into the ring with your toughest opponent. I am not like the people you have faced recently. Those have merely been little speed bumps. I am a road block in your path. This won't be the last time you face this road block either. This will be the first of many encounters. Just remember, you cannot defeat what you do not understand...my insanity is your pain. And it will be my pleasure destroying your guys's pride. So I say this with all my heart and soul to you guys...
You guys fucking suck.
But like I said, only the strong can survive in this business. There is no time for making friends. There is no time for worrying about these people you call your 'partners.' Everybody has learned that the hard way, but it is a lesson we all must learn. Ladies and gentlemen, this is a dog eat dog world, there is no room for alliances. You can't trust anyone because in the end, greed will fuck you over. Everyone has one thing on their mind, and that is to be champion. I don't care what you say, but everyone has the desire to be champion and will do whatever it takes to get to the top of that mountain. I, for example, have been given the opportunity of a life time. I have been given the chance to prove that I am who I say I am, and there's not a damn thing Ace Slaughter and Jimmy Dean will do to stop me from proving it to everyone.
Both of you guys, Slaughter and Dean, you may be fooling many people, but you do not fool me. You can't fake greatness, or any of the things that come with it. The wisdom, the power, or the success. Those are credentials you cannot make up or sugarcoat. To be a great man, you have to earn each and every credential. Yeah, you think you're so high and mighty, I'll give you that. But son, you still have a lot to prove. You are not great men yet, hell you're terrible. But, I have you figured out guys. I saw the fear in your eyes. It was as if you had met your match. You have gone around this company throwing your weight around for far too long kid. It's time for a new elite to rise, and take the throne.
For man is most deadly when another challenges him over a simple piece of tin, for that defines the man. The common, those so simple, even as their pride is wounded, they gather an unbelievable strength and can achieve accolades none would believe. A young boy walking through the halls of his school, verbally castigated by his peers classmates, soon he strikes back and the classmates are taken as they realize blood is trickling from their jaw, they had pushed the pride of the schoolboy over the edge and retaliation was inevitable. A young lover accompanied beneath satin sheets by his mistress, physical encounters, and then as the encounter ends and he asks if she was satisfied, she neglects his very attempts to please her and wounds his pride. He swears that the knife found not a sheath in her chest as a result of a madman's mental state. In fact she was stricken because she had struck first upon him, not drawing forth the fact that it was his wounded ego and wounded pride that she struck and not him. So how does one fare when their pride is wounded as they come to the realization that they have toppled from the pillar they have placed themselves upon, soon enough the answer shall come…
You see...Slaughter and Dean, man gives up a lot of things for pride, whether it is at a job for a local software company. Or on the gridiron of a grassy plain, divided by lines of 10 yards, the field stretches 120 feet from end zone to end zone. Warriors step onto this field in different conglomerates across the United States. Pride judged on this field is decided by how many big plays a person can come up with to define you as a hero. This occurs every Sunday from September to February. Moving away we come towards the alternate battlefield. One decided inside a squared circle with 3 ropes upon all four sides with post on each edge connecting the ropes. The lights illuminate, the crowd roars to a deafening sound, cheering for the guy who acts more like them and doesn’t have a cocky attitude to back it up, or cheer for the bloodshed. Moving away from the wrestling ring, we move to a swamp marsh, a desolate city, for which buildings and areas, which show significant importance, are scattered by pieces, some on the brink of total collapse. Men with weapons and tin hats with mesh coverings of their body walk through this area. Some frightened some that have seen everything possible. And some that openly would want to shoot the first thing they actually see. Bullets are heard flying, men screaming out in pain. The blood, the destruction, the apathy for man’s soul, the crescendo of death is beautiful for it plays like an angelic symphony. Simply, this matter this global cause to stop another from gaining power is called in simple term effects, war. Plaguing each and every one of us.
These battlefields shed the simple fact that pride is decided on these fields. But, pride could be taken a little bit too seriously. For one single mistake could change the way we see ourselves as a humanity. We’ve killed on the football field, on the battlefield of war, and inside of the squared circle. Death creeps around us at every walking moment. Defining death is just as complicated as defining pride. Its consent envy’s the noblest man to a furious passion. Most of us think that we have everything figured out. That we are the center of attention towards everyone else, becoming a big shot, teaching others what you have learned. An entity of one’s self being. Actually seeing them as something they are not. Everybody wants to prove something, that they are the cream of the crop. That one man is standing over all others victorious on the battlefield. Some of us however can’t even grasp the concept of what to actually do in a wrestling ring. What a person shall do with words, may not do in action. Thy self is complicated thy pride is questionable. Thy self is afraid of what he can and cannot do, showing others that he is not a person who loses and doesn’t learn from these losses. Pride, one man’s goal, which is another man’s problem…
Slaughter. Dean. Be afraid...be very afraid, for you are about to step into the ring with your toughest opponent. I am not like the people you have faced recently. Those have merely been little speed bumps. I am a road block in your path. This won't be the last time you face this road block either. This will be the first of many encounters. Just remember, you cannot defeat what you do not understand...my insanity is your pain. And it will be my pleasure destroying your guys's pride. So I say this with all my heart and soul to you guys...
You guys fucking suck.
