Post by Deleted on May 23, 2015 22:12:23 GMT -6
Hey...hey, Dante? Hey, listen up for a second, will you? Because there's a mighty fine secret I need to tell you and I want you listening to every single word of it. Because this mighty fine secret might just be the most important advice you will ever hear as long as you live. You got that, sir? Because I've been doing this for about half of my life, and I've been through it all. I've seen every injury known to man, I've almost walked away twice, simply because it was all a little too much for me. But before you tell me that walking away is the coward's way out, let me tell you this "mighty fine secret"...
There is no walking away from me.
There's no walking away from this. Let me tell you something, Dante? Have you ever almost had your stomach ripped open by a normal ol' weedwhacker to the point where you had to hold on to your guts to make sure they don't fall out and you die right in the middle of that ring? Because look at my stomach.
He pulls up his shirt to reveal the nasty and almost slightly infected scar on his stomach that has been there for what seems like eons now.
You see these scars? I've had these for EIGHT years now. And it still hurts every single day I wake up. You see the fact that they were ripped open a day after I got stapled up? That's what happens when you don't walk away, Dante?
You talk this big game...even though I have no idea what in god's name you are even saying. They just sound like words trying to form a incoherent sentence. Like if you say enough buzz words, people might think they'll form an honest ounce of care for you. But you see, Dante...here's the thing? How long have you even been in EXODUS? This is your first match, correct? And your first match just so happens to be against yours truly, correct? Dante, I am SO SO SO SO sorry. Because have you even seen what I can do? What I can throw around in these parts? Do you see THIS belt that I'm holding in my hand and what it even means to me? Does any of that even matter to you or are you just looking to make a name for yourself, caring about nobody else but yourself? Because you REALLY have no idea. And back to my "mighty fine secret"...you should not heed my advice and listen to yourself and take the coward's way out.
Because if you don't want to walk away from all of this, I should seriously warn you. You can throw your "beats" and think you're the next great hope, but hope is seriously lost. I know...I once felt it. I was the one shouting "HOPE IS NOT LOST" from the rooftops like a war cry to the broken and fallen, but I remembered that I'm the one who is broken and fallen. Hope is a fucking mistake. If you can't fix what is broken, you'll go insane. And guess how I turned out, Dante? Peachy fucking keen, man. I'm high as a kite. I'm my own illusion.
I warn you to just run away Dante. Run away and never look back. Because you have no idea how it turned out for Black Jones...and Savannah Taylor...and Ruby Tyler...and Chandler Scott. All of them victims to the cause. And yet you are blindsided by your own fame. And I am as sharp as a knife right now because I hold the richest prize in the game and I took out the richest prize in the game at the same time, Dante. You don't even see it and yet it's going to run you over like a truck...right under the wheels you go. There's a reason why people think I'm filled with vitriol and why people think I'm the "Voice of the Violence". It's not a cute nickname to sell t-shirts. I hurt people, Dante. I make sure they will wake up the next morning and quit EXODUS. Look at the names I rattled off and be aware that your name will be just another addition.
For my family. For my Allmother.
So this mighty fine secret, Dante is quite plain and simple. One little word that speaks more volumes to you than anybody else.
Run.
There is no walking away from me.
There's no walking away from this. Let me tell you something, Dante? Have you ever almost had your stomach ripped open by a normal ol' weedwhacker to the point where you had to hold on to your guts to make sure they don't fall out and you die right in the middle of that ring? Because look at my stomach.
He pulls up his shirt to reveal the nasty and almost slightly infected scar on his stomach that has been there for what seems like eons now.
You see these scars? I've had these for EIGHT years now. And it still hurts every single day I wake up. You see the fact that they were ripped open a day after I got stapled up? That's what happens when you don't walk away, Dante?
You talk this big game...even though I have no idea what in god's name you are even saying. They just sound like words trying to form a incoherent sentence. Like if you say enough buzz words, people might think they'll form an honest ounce of care for you. But you see, Dante...here's the thing? How long have you even been in EXODUS? This is your first match, correct? And your first match just so happens to be against yours truly, correct? Dante, I am SO SO SO SO sorry. Because have you even seen what I can do? What I can throw around in these parts? Do you see THIS belt that I'm holding in my hand and what it even means to me? Does any of that even matter to you or are you just looking to make a name for yourself, caring about nobody else but yourself? Because you REALLY have no idea. And back to my "mighty fine secret"...you should not heed my advice and listen to yourself and take the coward's way out.
Because if you don't want to walk away from all of this, I should seriously warn you. You can throw your "beats" and think you're the next great hope, but hope is seriously lost. I know...I once felt it. I was the one shouting "HOPE IS NOT LOST" from the rooftops like a war cry to the broken and fallen, but I remembered that I'm the one who is broken and fallen. Hope is a fucking mistake. If you can't fix what is broken, you'll go insane. And guess how I turned out, Dante? Peachy fucking keen, man. I'm high as a kite. I'm my own illusion.
I warn you to just run away Dante. Run away and never look back. Because you have no idea how it turned out for Black Jones...and Savannah Taylor...and Ruby Tyler...and Chandler Scott. All of them victims to the cause. And yet you are blindsided by your own fame. And I am as sharp as a knife right now because I hold the richest prize in the game and I took out the richest prize in the game at the same time, Dante. You don't even see it and yet it's going to run you over like a truck...right under the wheels you go. There's a reason why people think I'm filled with vitriol and why people think I'm the "Voice of the Violence". It's not a cute nickname to sell t-shirts. I hurt people, Dante. I make sure they will wake up the next morning and quit EXODUS. Look at the names I rattled off and be aware that your name will be just another addition.
For my family. For my Allmother.
So this mighty fine secret, Dante is quite plain and simple. One little word that speaks more volumes to you than anybody else.
Run.