Post by hectorrodriguez on Nov 2, 2009 15:15:13 GMT -5
Hardcore rules. Anything goes. ANYTHING...GOES. These have to be the sweetest words a wrestler can hear when they are told about their upcoming match. When we get into normal singles matches, triple threat matches, battle royals, or even tag team matches, it's like there's this collar...a leash around your neck. It tightens constantly and cuts off the air that you're trying to pull inside of your lungs. It's like having a bag over your head, causing you to be suffocated.
Don't use weapons. Let go of that move when he grabs that rope. No interference. When the referee tells you to break the illegal chokehold, break it. There's just all these rules, but in the world of hardcore anything goes. In the world of hardcore, there are no good guys, there are no bad guys. Of course some people get cheered and some people get booed, but I can be just as brutal as some guy who gets covered in boos when he walks out and I will receive cheers from the audience in attendance.
I think one of the reasons why the crazier, mentally unstable people think they are fit for hardcore wrestling is because there are no rules. They can be as sadistic and brutal as they want to be and it won't matter because there's no rules. No, those who are mentally unstable shouldn't be thrown into hardcore matches. They don't fit in hardcore wrestling. The only thing they fit in is a straitjacket.
After tonight's match, when the dust settles...when the bell rings, the carnage I leave will not be my fault. The destruction I leave in my wake will not be my fault. The pain I cause for Kevin Hardaway and Ace Slaughter will not be my fault. The two people to blame for it will be TV champion Jay Price and WCF owner Seth Lerch. You two will be to blame for what I do tonight. My memory is insane and I will not forget the times you've stuck your noses in my business. I will not forget all the times you've squeaked by with a win or cheated to get over on me, Jay Price. Seth Lerch, I won't forget the interferences, the chair shots.
Ever since I debuted here, my mission has been returning respect to this place. I have tried as hard as possible, even aligned myself with other wrestlers I considered people with talent and no matter what I've done, people like you two have stopped me dead in my tracks over and over with your disrespectful, cheating ways. But see, Seth Lerch, you didn't realize this week when you booked me in this match for number one contendership for the hardcore title that you were doing something stupid: you were giving me a green light for pain. You were taking my collar off, so to speak. You were unleashing a beast. I have an outlet for my anger, that being people in the hardcore matches I wrestle in.
See, trying to be completely innocent and respectful is working against me. No, I'm not going to cheat. I'm not going to be a bad guy, I'm not going to cause the fans to boo me. I'm just simply going to beat respect into my opponents. You would think nearly being decapitated by my clotheslines or having the wind knocked out of you from a Respecto would knock some sense into these people. You'd think that it would beat some respect into them, but no. It's not enough.
Don't think because you put me in the hardcore division that I've forgotten about the Team of Torture. You think because you can give me something to keep me busy in a division where the Team of Torture don't show their face that I won't be coming after you. I will continue to come after you all. Before, when I was being a goody two shoes and being afraid to toe the line, I was getting nowhere. It was always just a matter of time before you guys would attack me and interfere in my matches. It's almost like I was the prey, the hunted. No, see now that you've given me the green light for pain, Seth, I have now become the hunter.
The pain starts tonight with Kevin Hardaway and Ace Slaughter. You both have bragged about all your past accomplishments in past federations. You have bragged about all the titles you have won like it's supposed to mean something here in WCF. I know it's true that I myself have stated that I held titles elsewhere, too, but the difference between you and me is I don't say this as if it makes me something special. I don't say these things as if that's supposed to cause you two to stand up and take notice, to cower in fear. To be impressed. No, I simply point out that I'm no stranger to wearing title belts, that I'm not some green rookie in this business.
Your title belts and your experience in hardcore matches will do nothing for you when that bell rings. When that bell rings, I rip off the collar. I throw off the chains, the beast becomes unleashed. After tonight whenever you two hear a bell sound, you will remember our match and suddenly be in excruciating pain. There's some mental instability for you, Slaughter. From ringpost to ringpost, inside and outside the ring. From ringside to the back, I will introduce you both to the REAL world of hardcore. Not this fantasy land of sugar candy canes and gum drops that you call hardcore. No, it will be the introduction of a world of pain. Pain that's not only physical but emotionally and hell let's throw in another realm and say spiritual pain, too.
Green means go!
Don't use weapons. Let go of that move when he grabs that rope. No interference. When the referee tells you to break the illegal chokehold, break it. There's just all these rules, but in the world of hardcore anything goes. In the world of hardcore, there are no good guys, there are no bad guys. Of course some people get cheered and some people get booed, but I can be just as brutal as some guy who gets covered in boos when he walks out and I will receive cheers from the audience in attendance.
I think one of the reasons why the crazier, mentally unstable people think they are fit for hardcore wrestling is because there are no rules. They can be as sadistic and brutal as they want to be and it won't matter because there's no rules. No, those who are mentally unstable shouldn't be thrown into hardcore matches. They don't fit in hardcore wrestling. The only thing they fit in is a straitjacket.
After tonight's match, when the dust settles...when the bell rings, the carnage I leave will not be my fault. The destruction I leave in my wake will not be my fault. The pain I cause for Kevin Hardaway and Ace Slaughter will not be my fault. The two people to blame for it will be TV champion Jay Price and WCF owner Seth Lerch. You two will be to blame for what I do tonight. My memory is insane and I will not forget the times you've stuck your noses in my business. I will not forget all the times you've squeaked by with a win or cheated to get over on me, Jay Price. Seth Lerch, I won't forget the interferences, the chair shots.
Ever since I debuted here, my mission has been returning respect to this place. I have tried as hard as possible, even aligned myself with other wrestlers I considered people with talent and no matter what I've done, people like you two have stopped me dead in my tracks over and over with your disrespectful, cheating ways. But see, Seth Lerch, you didn't realize this week when you booked me in this match for number one contendership for the hardcore title that you were doing something stupid: you were giving me a green light for pain. You were taking my collar off, so to speak. You were unleashing a beast. I have an outlet for my anger, that being people in the hardcore matches I wrestle in.
See, trying to be completely innocent and respectful is working against me. No, I'm not going to cheat. I'm not going to be a bad guy, I'm not going to cause the fans to boo me. I'm just simply going to beat respect into my opponents. You would think nearly being decapitated by my clotheslines or having the wind knocked out of you from a Respecto would knock some sense into these people. You'd think that it would beat some respect into them, but no. It's not enough.
Don't think because you put me in the hardcore division that I've forgotten about the Team of Torture. You think because you can give me something to keep me busy in a division where the Team of Torture don't show their face that I won't be coming after you. I will continue to come after you all. Before, when I was being a goody two shoes and being afraid to toe the line, I was getting nowhere. It was always just a matter of time before you guys would attack me and interfere in my matches. It's almost like I was the prey, the hunted. No, see now that you've given me the green light for pain, Seth, I have now become the hunter.
The pain starts tonight with Kevin Hardaway and Ace Slaughter. You both have bragged about all your past accomplishments in past federations. You have bragged about all the titles you have won like it's supposed to mean something here in WCF. I know it's true that I myself have stated that I held titles elsewhere, too, but the difference between you and me is I don't say this as if it makes me something special. I don't say these things as if that's supposed to cause you two to stand up and take notice, to cower in fear. To be impressed. No, I simply point out that I'm no stranger to wearing title belts, that I'm not some green rookie in this business.
Your title belts and your experience in hardcore matches will do nothing for you when that bell rings. When that bell rings, I rip off the collar. I throw off the chains, the beast becomes unleashed. After tonight whenever you two hear a bell sound, you will remember our match and suddenly be in excruciating pain. There's some mental instability for you, Slaughter. From ringpost to ringpost, inside and outside the ring. From ringside to the back, I will introduce you both to the REAL world of hardcore. Not this fantasy land of sugar candy canes and gum drops that you call hardcore. No, it will be the introduction of a world of pain. Pain that's not only physical but emotionally and hell let's throw in another realm and say spiritual pain, too.
Green means go!
