Post by khardaway on Jun 13, 2011 0:12:40 GMT -5
You know, I don’t know what to say to you people that hasn’t already been said before, let alone by me. They’ve heard it all from me in the past, so why bother saying it again? I would sound like a broken record for fuck’s sake. Guess what? Guess you’re going to have to live with it. For the past couple of months, I’ve been living life like nobody’s business. Becoming the face of this business has been nothing short of spectacular, even if nobody thought I was the face of the company. Because even after winning the World Title, I didn’t get anything to support out of it. Nobody told me that in winning this title, it would make me the best in the world at what I do for a living. I had to still earn that, even though I won and I was carrying the biggest prize in the game, nobody congratulated me, nobody gave me praise. They all looked at me like I done something wrong, like I shouldn’t have won this title. Is there something wrong with what I do, or how I do it? Because if so, somebody PLEASE tell me so I can change for you.
I don’t need to change for anybody, only MYSELF. I’m the person that wakes up in the morning and wonders if he needs to change. And I figured that out the second that Donald “D-Day” Deruty slayed the giant monster known as Torture.
The very second he pinned Torture, I knew for a fact that he was going to be diving off the rooftops at me. Hell, he got lucky that Oblivion didn’t turn me into a pile of gore at XIII. He’s lucky that he doesn’t have to face a giant brooding monster and instead gets to face someone his own size. Maybe he believes that it’ll be an easier challenge to take the title off of somebody who weighs just as much as him. Yeah, he would like to wish that, wouldn’t he? Think again D-Day, please? You know what I had to do to get to the place where I’m at now. I had to go through more than you could ever chew at. Okay, you had to deal with Torture and whatever mind games he played with you, but all of the hard work, all of the dedication, all of the passion, I HAD TO FUCKING EARN THAT! More than defeating one of the best in the business, that’s for sure. You think that, in defeating him for the first time in his career that it makes the World Heavyweight Championship fall in your lap? No, it doesn’t.
You know, I did have a ton of respect for you, but it all burned out and faded away the second you decided that you didn’t care for me. I can see it in your eyes, all you care about is the fucking title. You didn’t have a damn on you when we became the Tag Team Champions. Hey, it wasn’t my fault; it was Reckless Jack’s damn fault. For the fact that you’re a champion, and for the fact that he almost tried to take my head off with a chair. I didn’t see you behind me, I just moved out of the way so my former best friend wouldn’t destroy me, just because he feels like he has a death wish against everybody who has “wronged” this company over the past year. Hey, that isn’t my time to deal with it. I have a feeling that it will soon be though, but that’s neither here nor now. Now is what I’m eyeing. I’m eyeing you, D-Day.
This match at Blast, you can actually forget the World Championship. It means nothing. Neither does our Tag Team Championship belts. Throw them away, their gone, it doesn’t matter. What matters, is me and you. Every single week at the end of Slam since after XIII, it’s ended the same way each and every single time. Me and you staring each other down. And as each week drew closer to Blast, the tension grew, everything grew. You could cut the air with a knife and it wouldn’t draw half the pressure that we shared each and every week. And when that final Slam happened, you could tell that we wanted to just destroy each other right then and now. At Blast, everybody will see EXACTLY that. Like I said, it isn’t for the title as much as it is for who is the best.
And in my honest to god opinion, you’re not the best. You’re not the standard that I carry around my body 24/7/365. And for some unknown way, everybody thinks you’re the next legend in the WCF. Really?
Bitch please.
Everybody thinks that so much that when everybody sees us, everybody believes that it’s YOUR time. You beat Torture, you became the #1 contender for this title, everybody believes that this is the start to the “Era of D-Day”. Well, I want everybody who has said that and thought that at one time or another to just turn the hell around. Because this isn’t going anywhere. Everybody thinks you’ll become the champion on Monday. Well, what about me? What haven’t I done to please everybody? People didn’t think I could beat Jay Price at Explosion, yet I didn’t. Not only did I accomplish that and prove everybody wrong, but I drove his ass out of this company because he couldn’t accept being defeated by me. Yeah, I was the person who finished the job…I just gave the table scraps to Connector City at XIII.
I was told that I couldn’t beat Johnny Reb at Aftermath to win this title, yet look what I did. I shocked the world, all just because I knew that to become the champion, I would have to veer away from the video game-lovin’ lifestyle, and move away from the casual “Hey, what’s up?” talk that used to be me. The person who came into this. This business is not about being casual, it’s about making all of the enemies you can, and that once you win this fucking beast, that everybody comes screaming at you. So when you actually do defeat your enemies, life feels great. It’s the karma that drives you, and thrives you in your body. I’m not here just to play a game; I’m here for a reason.
Tomorrow night is my reason. Tomorrow night, I officially will be called “The Best in the World”, and you will be back at the bottom trying to regain the very spot that you are in right now. Tomorrow, I win, and I go on to this big match at Ultimate Showdown that everybody keeps talking about. Tomorrow is the night that the “Summer of Dynamite” kicks off in grand fashion, by defeating the man who beat one of the best in the business. Maybe if by some odd and surreal fashion, you defeat me, you’ll earn my respect back. Pft, I highly doubt that.
It’s just the way it goes, man.
WCF World Champion, WCF World Tag Team Champion, All-Around Awesome
“D”JW
I don’t need to change for anybody, only MYSELF. I’m the person that wakes up in the morning and wonders if he needs to change. And I figured that out the second that Donald “D-Day” Deruty slayed the giant monster known as Torture.
The very second he pinned Torture, I knew for a fact that he was going to be diving off the rooftops at me. Hell, he got lucky that Oblivion didn’t turn me into a pile of gore at XIII. He’s lucky that he doesn’t have to face a giant brooding monster and instead gets to face someone his own size. Maybe he believes that it’ll be an easier challenge to take the title off of somebody who weighs just as much as him. Yeah, he would like to wish that, wouldn’t he? Think again D-Day, please? You know what I had to do to get to the place where I’m at now. I had to go through more than you could ever chew at. Okay, you had to deal with Torture and whatever mind games he played with you, but all of the hard work, all of the dedication, all of the passion, I HAD TO FUCKING EARN THAT! More than defeating one of the best in the business, that’s for sure. You think that, in defeating him for the first time in his career that it makes the World Heavyweight Championship fall in your lap? No, it doesn’t.
You know, I did have a ton of respect for you, but it all burned out and faded away the second you decided that you didn’t care for me. I can see it in your eyes, all you care about is the fucking title. You didn’t have a damn on you when we became the Tag Team Champions. Hey, it wasn’t my fault; it was Reckless Jack’s damn fault. For the fact that you’re a champion, and for the fact that he almost tried to take my head off with a chair. I didn’t see you behind me, I just moved out of the way so my former best friend wouldn’t destroy me, just because he feels like he has a death wish against everybody who has “wronged” this company over the past year. Hey, that isn’t my time to deal with it. I have a feeling that it will soon be though, but that’s neither here nor now. Now is what I’m eyeing. I’m eyeing you, D-Day.
This match at Blast, you can actually forget the World Championship. It means nothing. Neither does our Tag Team Championship belts. Throw them away, their gone, it doesn’t matter. What matters, is me and you. Every single week at the end of Slam since after XIII, it’s ended the same way each and every single time. Me and you staring each other down. And as each week drew closer to Blast, the tension grew, everything grew. You could cut the air with a knife and it wouldn’t draw half the pressure that we shared each and every week. And when that final Slam happened, you could tell that we wanted to just destroy each other right then and now. At Blast, everybody will see EXACTLY that. Like I said, it isn’t for the title as much as it is for who is the best.
And in my honest to god opinion, you’re not the best. You’re not the standard that I carry around my body 24/7/365. And for some unknown way, everybody thinks you’re the next legend in the WCF. Really?
Bitch please.
Everybody thinks that so much that when everybody sees us, everybody believes that it’s YOUR time. You beat Torture, you became the #1 contender for this title, everybody believes that this is the start to the “Era of D-Day”. Well, I want everybody who has said that and thought that at one time or another to just turn the hell around. Because this isn’t going anywhere. Everybody thinks you’ll become the champion on Monday. Well, what about me? What haven’t I done to please everybody? People didn’t think I could beat Jay Price at Explosion, yet I didn’t. Not only did I accomplish that and prove everybody wrong, but I drove his ass out of this company because he couldn’t accept being defeated by me. Yeah, I was the person who finished the job…I just gave the table scraps to Connector City at XIII.
I was told that I couldn’t beat Johnny Reb at Aftermath to win this title, yet look what I did. I shocked the world, all just because I knew that to become the champion, I would have to veer away from the video game-lovin’ lifestyle, and move away from the casual “Hey, what’s up?” talk that used to be me. The person who came into this. This business is not about being casual, it’s about making all of the enemies you can, and that once you win this fucking beast, that everybody comes screaming at you. So when you actually do defeat your enemies, life feels great. It’s the karma that drives you, and thrives you in your body. I’m not here just to play a game; I’m here for a reason.
Tomorrow night is my reason. Tomorrow night, I officially will be called “The Best in the World”, and you will be back at the bottom trying to regain the very spot that you are in right now. Tomorrow, I win, and I go on to this big match at Ultimate Showdown that everybody keeps talking about. Tomorrow is the night that the “Summer of Dynamite” kicks off in grand fashion, by defeating the man who beat one of the best in the business. Maybe if by some odd and surreal fashion, you defeat me, you’ll earn my respect back. Pft, I highly doubt that.
It’s just the way it goes, man.
WCF World Champion, WCF World Tag Team Champion, All-Around Awesome
“D”JW
