Post by PANTHRO on Oct 4, 2014 22:58:58 GMT -6
IT'S NEVER EASY TO FORGET A LOSS. NEVER.
A moment like this, when everything you fight for blows up in your face. A tough pill to swallow is to see all of these people continue this bullshit war. It's a tough pill to swallow when EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING is on the line, and you come up short, and yes, The Big L is angry. YES, The Big L feels like he could have done more, and yes, The Big L feels like so many people want to destroy this place, and I'm sitting here looking at these new faces and these old ones rear their fucking head again and I'M SICK AND TIRED OF IT!!! I'm SICK and TIRED. I do my best, never do I ever count myself out, never in my entire damn career has The Big L QUIT!!! CONCUSSIONS!!! INJURIES!!! I'VE COME BACK FROM IT!!!! Didn't need a parade, didn't need a goddamn crutch, I got back into that damn weight room, I put in the work, and goddamn it I WORKED TO GET BACK HERE!!! AND NOW?! NOW I HAVE PEOPLE TRYING TO TAKE IT AWAY.
I'm sick to death of coming to this place, knowing I've got a target on my back. I'm sick and tired of watching the "bad guys" weasel out of every situation time and time again, I'm so sick of it. And each and everytime I go back home, when I go visit my girlfriend, and I hear her tell me, "It's okay." I know it's not okay because I still see Magnus Gunner, I still see Daisuke Iwakuma, still smell Gods and Monsters, I still see Gunner as Champion. And they ask me, well what more can you ask for?! What more can you ask from Strike from Collins, from CHANDLER SCOTT?! NOTHING. The Big L respect these guys, He respects them to death, but these people, MY PEOPLE, need more than respect.
I've led charges against these assholes. The Big L has the battle scars, and the wounds to show that he's in this as deep as anyone else. Mocked, ridiculed, called naive, ignorant, a pawn. Because I like to believe in a greater good, because somewhere along the line, I'm not a total piece of shit, I guess football shoulda taken my paragon a long ass time ago. Who the Hell are these people? Who the Hell are Chuck Matthews and Justin Brooks?!! I got two dumbasses lookin' at me and my partner Wulf, actin' bad! Justin wants to be a monster, always talks about destruction, violence, wanting to hurt somebody. Couldn't do that last month when we fought! He can be a monster, but The Big L will always be the Big Brown BEAST!!!!
And this BEAST is going to go into that ring, he's gonna be in that ring with one of his best friends Wulf Erikksen; And we're gonna stomp a hole in both of your asses. Justin Brooks will continue to be the neutered monster that he is, and I'll knock Chuck Matthews IQ to a -!0. I don't have time nor do I have the patience to deal with this crap. The Big L, Wulf Erikksen: TROUBLE... in front of the THOUSANDS in that arena, and the MILLIONS WATCHING OVER THE WORLD, will WIN!!! We will SHOW YOU why we're considered one of the BEST Tag Teams in this company, and we'll show you OUT of the RIMAC Arena.
PERIOD.
Lane Stadium
Blacksburg, Virginia
2003
Final Score:
#2 Virginia Tech 28 - #1 USC 31
I hate losing, I hate it so much. What I had the most is losing such a big lead and then getting it demolished in the second half. Here I am, trying to be the leader of this team and it just blows up in our faces. Part of me blamed myself, part of me felt like this game could have been ours, we could have moved up in the ranks, people would see us. Everyone had their heads down, everyone looked dead inside. The last game of the season...The Orange Bowl. There was quiet, I looked around as coach tried to talk to them all.
Blacksburg, Virginia
2003
Final Score:
#2 Virginia Tech 28 - #1 USC 31
I hate losing, I hate it so much. What I had the most is losing such a big lead and then getting it demolished in the second half. Here I am, trying to be the leader of this team and it just blows up in our faces. Part of me blamed myself, part of me felt like this game could have been ours, we could have moved up in the ranks, people would see us. Everyone had their heads down, everyone looked dead inside. The last game of the season...The Orange Bowl. There was quiet, I looked around as coach tried to talk to them all.
Coach: We gave it our all guys. There's no reason to feel bad for yourselves. We lost, it happens, and you guys proved that you belong in championship games like this. I know it hurts, it hurts me seeing you guys put so much effort into this and...sigh.
Steve Lenton: What the Hell is wrong with ya'll?! WE LOST GUYS. WE. LOST. Does it feel good?! NO!!! It hurts like HELL man!!! In front of all them people and we blew it, we got cocky, and we ended up losing that lead by the third quarter!! I should have played harder, WE should have played harder, but I should have played the hardest. My goddamn GRANDMA and my GRANDDADDY and my dad, and my mom, and my brothers, my AUNTS AND UNCLES...EVERYBODY MAN!!! We LOST and they knew it hurt us bad. It hurts...nothing hurts the most when you get out there, you play your heart out and it--
Steve Lenton: We're gonna remember this shit man. Ain't no forgetting it, we lost and we're going to learn from it. Now, I'ma go home...I'ma go sit with my family, we're gonna have a nice dinner, we're gonna laugh, we're gonna talk about the game, and next season; I'm coming back here, I'm coming back to the weight room, back on the practice field, and back HERE man. We're coming BACK!!!!
Steve Lenton: No matter what, you guys are my brothers. We lost as a team, we're gonna come back, take this Championship as a TEAM!!!! C'mon man!!
Steve Lenton: BROTHERS ON THREE: 1, 2, 3.
Coach took his hat off, and placed a hand over his eyes and paced the floor. Everyone looked like they had lost everything. I hated losing. I hate losing, I can't stand losing...but...I can't stand to see these guys beat themselves up over this. I stood up, a look of anger on my face.
Steve Lenton: What the Hell is wrong with ya'll?! WE LOST GUYS. WE. LOST. Does it feel good?! NO!!! It hurts like HELL man!!! In front of all them people and we blew it, we got cocky, and we ended up losing that lead by the third quarter!! I should have played harder, WE should have played harder, but I should have played the hardest. My goddamn GRANDMA and my GRANDDADDY and my dad, and my mom, and my brothers, my AUNTS AND UNCLES...EVERYBODY MAN!!! We LOST and they knew it hurt us bad. It hurts...nothing hurts the most when you get out there, you play your heart out and it--
I swallow a frog, and blink a few times, fighting back my tears as I glare at them all.
Steve Lenton: We're gonna remember this shit man. Ain't no forgetting it, we lost and we're going to learn from it. Now, I'ma go home...I'ma go sit with my family, we're gonna have a nice dinner, we're gonna laugh, we're gonna talk about the game, and next season; I'm coming back here, I'm coming back to the weight room, back on the practice field, and back HERE man. We're coming BACK!!!!
I look at the eyes on me as they look at me, some crying, some looking on, and some nodding their heads. I hold my hand up in the middle.
Steve Lenton: No matter what, you guys are my brothers. We lost as a team, we're gonna come back, take this Championship as a TEAM!!!! C'mon man!!
Everyone looked hesitant at first. I know I was nervous, I thought they would ignore me, but...I guess I gotta way with my words. Coach walked up, put his hand up on mine. Everyone stood up suddenly and walked to the middle up the symbol in our locker room. I look at them all, and smirk some. I hated losing, God knows I hate losing, but there was a tomorrow, you're damn straight there was. Better, stronger, faster, and winners, 2004 we were gonna take that title back to Blacksburg. Because winners come back STRONG.
Steve Lenton: BROTHERS ON THREE: 1, 2, 3.
"BROTHERS."
The feeling in the pit of my stomach didn't go away. I stood there, frustrated with myself. I begin to place a hand on chest, patting it slowly as I shake my head with a look of anger in my eyes.
Steve Lenton: You swallow it down, that rough pill. Doesn't go away, doesn't stop trying to come up, you nearly choke to death on defeat. Fight, that's all I do, I fight, and I fight, and when the time calls for me to step up, yeah your man has had a tough time finding the winning lottery ticket in these outcomes. Some people call it misfortune, me? ...I don't know. I'm starting to get impatient, with these people who continue to call themselves the new age. It makes your blood boil, makes you wanna go down that path, but I promised myself, I wouldn't do it. Promises I've made to people, I'm not that type of person, promises of being the guy who people can depend on, and it HURTS...when the people that depend on you, you let down. And it's tough, and it doesn't go away, and I've...felt this so many times that it makes me wanna vomit.
But I come back, I still come through these doors, and I still look at these people who hold of these signs, and still cheer for me. I have an obligation, no and's, if's, or but's about it. My obligation is to EXODUS Pro Wrestling. And people can mock me for what I stand up and it doesn't bother me one bit. Justin Brooks can mock me all he wants, but the man who couldn't even finish a match with me wants to talk to me about disappointment. This "new and improved" Justin Brooks has the chocolate salty testicles to come to The Big L and say I'm a disappointment. Look around you, and then look around me Brooks. Look at the faces of the people when I get into a goddamn ring, and see that WIN, LOSE, OR DRAW...I have SHOWN UP EVERY NIGHT!!!
And words, I don't give a shit about some bullshit like that. They don't hurt, I've heard it, I've heard it from people who can't NUT UP and have the balls to say I was BEAT. WE ALL were BEAT, I'm man enough to say that. I'm man enough to say the day Justin Brooks EVER wins anything in this company of significance is will be the day they give Rick Ross a breast reduction!!! NEVER!!!! Justin Brooks, pay attention to this, because I know you could hear a fly fart with those big ass ears of yours--NEVER COUNT ME, OR WULF, OR ANY OF THE PEOPLE IN THIS GROUP WHO STAND BY EXODUS OUT!!! At this point I don't stand by Jonathan Collins, I stand have allegiance to one damn man. I. STAND. BY. EXODUS. PRO. WRESTLING.
Go throw my failures in my face, in fact, mention the time that you were one of the few people to be by my side in one of those long winded battles; Back when you didn't have your head up the gaping chasm known as your ASS!!! CALL ME OUT, I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE CALL ME OUT, ESPECIALLY THOSE WHO DON'T FIGHT AS HARD AS I DO! CALL ME OUT, go on, I dare you Brooks, tell people how big of a failure The Big L is when it "matters the most" because when it's mattered the most in the past I've beaten guys and won championships. When it matters the most, when the fire in my stomach grows hungry, I devour everything and anyone, because that's how my switch is. In that ring, BEAST MODE is flipped on 24/7 and doesn't get turned off!!! Justin Brooks can parade about backstage, talkin' about his snuff collection and how he's into erotic asphyxiation, and how he's this MONSTER, but in that ring Brooks, look me in my eyes--
Steve Lenton: I don't fear what you have to throw at me. I looked at you in our one-on-one match and I SHOWED you that there is no FEAR in my heart. There is no fear in Wulf's heart, and me and him will do everything in our power to win. NO FEAR!!! HELL, I don't fear what Chuck Matthews has to throw at me, because in this match, I'm gonna give him a gift: I gave'em the left boot our last match, and now it's time to give his ratty lookin' ass the matchin' SET. Because Chuck Matthews is smart, he is smart, The Big L doesn't deny that. But even the smartest man of his stature should already know, WRESTLING ain't ROCKET SCIENCE. He's been in a slump, he's been on a pretty bad fall. Chuck wants to be the man, he wants to have the power, he wants people to believe he's two steps ahead each and every time. Chuck Matthews, "The Smartest Man In Professional Wrestling" can't see the future, nor the present, because in the present me and The Big Bad Wulf BEAT YOU and Tom Lister Jr.'s stunt double in San Diego.
If the SMARTEST MAN IN PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING is indeed SMART, he'll know that me and Wulf can and will beat him and Justin Brooks in two nights. Because The Big L and Wulf will not, cannot, allow you two to have that W. The Big L has no time for the bullshit, has no time to play games, has no time for Twitter, has no time for Polish sausage makers, frigid, scorned lovers, dollar store Barbie dolls, and goat-faced male make-up models, and he most definitely doesn't have time to screw around with two bulging egos who are in need of a big, harsh reality check. The Big L and Wulf will leave off where we start, beatin' ass, makin' cash, and and takin' G&M TRASH!!!! NO GAMES WITH YOU BOTH!!! COME PREPARED!!!
I point at my eyes, burning a hole through this damn camera lens.
If the SMARTEST MAN IN PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING is indeed SMART, he'll know that me and Wulf can and will beat him and Justin Brooks in two nights. Because The Big L and Wulf will not, cannot, allow you two to have that W. The Big L has no time for the bullshit, has no time to play games, has no time for Twitter, has no time for Polish sausage makers, frigid, scorned lovers, dollar store Barbie dolls, and goat-faced male make-up models, and he most definitely doesn't have time to screw around with two bulging egos who are in need of a big, harsh reality check. The Big L and Wulf will leave off where we start, beatin' ass, makin' cash, and and takin' G&M TRASH!!!! NO GAMES WITH YOU BOTH!!! COME PREPARED!!!
I storm off, having said what was on my mind...which was A LOT. I would down the list of those who hurt this company from the inside if I had to. No more excuses, no more, games, it was time to END this.
Even if I had to do most of those labors by myself.
Fade. Static. End.
Even if I had to do most of those labors by myself.
Fade. Static. End.