Post by A Confirmed Real Person on Sept 26, 2015 19:39:03 GMT -6
When I first got into this business, I was kind of like you, Black Jones.
I was on top of the world. I was living my dream! My music would hit and I would come out from the back and everyone would start getting behind me! It didn't matter if it was 5, 50, or 500 fans. No matter what it was, I was going to give it my all because professional wrestling was something I loved!
And to be honest, none of that's really changed. I still love pro wrestling and I still love what I do. I’m just getting real sick of people thinking that I've changed.
Let me ask you some questions, Black, and I want you to take a real good look inside yourself when I ask you these things. By the time I'm done with you, you're going to realize that you've made a terrible mistake here.
First off...how many times have I lost? And more importantly, how many times have I bounced back better and stronger? You're sitting out there, parading around your victory like it's destroyed my career, and I gotta tell you...it's a thing. I've lost before, and I'll lose again. Do you think that puts me at the end of my time on top? Of course it doesn't. I lost to Andreas Lasiewicz, and I came back stronger. I lost to Kira T. Zeppeli, and I came back stronger. I lost to Christum Furor, AND I WENT BACK AND KO'ED HIS RIGHT HAND GAL SALLY TALFOURD. You should know, you were marking the hell out with the rest of EXODUS when I put her down. The fact remains, Black, that a loss to you or anyone else does nothing to my reputation, because I've reached the point of my career in EXODUS where I'm teflon. I can lose five matches and people will know the sixth will be the one that turns it around and puts the rest of the company on notice. So you beating me? Just remember that it was a tag team match. I've had my share of losses in those, but you know the beautiful part about it?
Now you have no excuses when I win. None of this telling people you lost because you had an anchor for a partner. No telling people you had to worry about the extra person in my corner. It's just you and me, and our accountability. So I'm sorry if it massively disappoints you that I'm not going to freak the hell out because I lost and cry like the sky is falling because you pinned me. See, it doesn't upset me because I'm a goddamn professional. Maybe you should learn how to be one yourself if you're going to step in my ring.
Here's my next question for you...do you really think this is the end for me? Do you really think that after taking my lumps from Christum Furor, Andreas Lasiewicz, Sally Talfourd, Heather Halliwell, mara, and countless other people who have walked in and out of here thinking they could take me down a peg that it's going to be you that sends me to my early demise?
Excuse me while I laugh at this one.
Black, one of the first things I learned in this business is to act like you've been there. If you can't convince the crowd or anyone else that you belong on the highest stage possible, how are you going to convince your opponent? How are you going to convince me that you belong on my level when you haven't done anything to act like it? Your title reigns were short and meaningless at best, and while I'm training and preparing to be great, you're blowing up Twitter with your asinine bullshit gifs, memes, and misogynistic tweets about how much help I'm going to need and how I'm going to have to go back into the kitchen and make Jonathan and Madison dinner when I lose to you.
That might be your reality, but mine? My reality shows that the end result is you being my bitch.
Here's the most important question, Black Jones, and I want you to think real hard about this. Do you really think you're the person who can take me out? I want you to be real honest with yourself. I've been through hell, buddy. I've been cut up by barbed wire, almost flattened like a pancake, and I've stood toe to toe with Andreas Lasiewicz and almost made him blink, and you think that YOU are going to be the thing that breaks me?
Come on, kid. Don't make Zack Lifer look like the smartest kid in the room here. And that’s saying something.
Here's the thing, Black. When we talk about you, we talk about the future of this industry. We talk about how you're gonna be part of the next wave of great EXODUS stars with Sydney Christensen, Caleb Storm, Venus, Carey Caldwell, and others. Yeah, I know you for exactly who you are...but here's the thing, Black.
I'm still here. And I'm still the present of EXODUS.
And you are not prepared for this.
Don’t get me wrong, I'm not saying you're not going to be a star. You're going to be a big one, and I'm counting on it! In a couple of years, we'll do this dance again and you might just beat me, but right now? Right now you're an untested rookie going up against the single greatest and most decorated wrestler in the history of EXODUS Pro. You're stepping into the ring with a main event caliber athlete. Do you know why I have a reduced schedule, Black? I earned it. My matches are top of the card for a reason. They're events. They're spectacles. People come to watch me do what I do because nobody else in EXODUS can do it quite like I can. And you? Don't flatter yourself, Black. Right now, your name value on the list of people I've put down is somewhere between Nate Soto and Whisper. You're not in that rarefied air of wrestlers that I've pinned and left humbled and beaten down...and Welcome Oblivion is going to be that wake up call.
They say that comedy equals tragedy plus time, Black Jones. The tragedy of how you're going to be exposed for the hapless rookie you are plus a few years from now means you're going to look back at this humbling experience and laugh because you're going to realize how stupid you were to tug on this cape. You want real, Black? Here's something real for you, something you can't handle.
I don't have to answer to you as to why I'm happy to proclaim myself the best now. I don't have to answer to you or anyone else why I'm out to prove I'm the best wrestler in the world, and do you know why? Because look at all you loud mouth fuck boys in this company and what it did for you. Cannon cries like he's got a vagina, and he gets a World Title shot. Chris Strike pussies out and gets two World Title reigns. You start tweeting and bitching about your first world problems like a Kardashian and you get a World Title shot weeks after I beat the guy you couldn't beat! So you wanna know why I'm talking myself up? Because now you're all listening. I came to work, punched my time card, and I was this company's workhorse. Now for all this bullshit you give me for wanting to talk myself up, you're out there trying to talk louder and more obnoxious like we should all be fucking thankful you grace MY ring with your presence!
Well we don't owe you shit, kid...and don't you ever forget this is my ring.
At the end of the day, this is still a humble brag. I don't go out and say anything that I can't back up with a fact, Jones. I don't go out there and tell people I can conquer the universe, because everything I do is a small step to my immortality. At the end of the day, I'm going to show the world I'm the best and it will have been done with small steps and a concrete foundation. That's why I can lose and still come out smelling like a rose. If you lose?
Baby, it's Icarus flying too close to the sun.
Here's a brutal reality check for you, Jones. I don't need Jimmy Riley. I don't need him to step into the ring and fight my battles for me, but it's nice to have someone in my corner who has had my back unconditionally. The rest of you fairweather fuck boys are willing to cheer for me when I smile and give a hint of my cleavage to anyone but my hubby, but I'm a plastic has been when I'm not smiling and playing super kawaii weaboo for your fun and games. At the end of the day, I'm a mother. I'm a daughter. I'm, ABOVE ALL ELSE, A PROFESSIONAL FUCKING WRESTLER. And you disrespectful fucking piece of trash, I am going to teach you a lesson in humility, a lesson in respect, and if you're lucky? I might just teach you what it means to shine when the lights are on you. See, for being the popular one here, being the one who says all the fans have his back here, you're alienating the female population of the RIMAC when you're sitting here telling me to get in the kitchen. You think that makes you a fucking star? You think that makes you the good guy?
It makes you a sad fuckboy who thinks that a few impressive matches and a San Diego Bay title reign that lasted two weeks means you're a fucking star in this company. Do you know who else was a San Diego Bay champion for a hot minute?
Blake Jones. And he did a better job with that belt than you did.
You get on Twitter and you put this company on blast like it's wronged you. I haven't lost a singles match in over a year, and do you hear me calling them out like they've wronged me? Fuck no, I put my head down and wrestle. You're not a special case, kid. You want your belt back, go wrestle for it. Go fucking earn it. Stop getting your dick wet and get on the grind like the rest of us, because quite frankly, the only thing you seem to be champion of is bragging.
I said it before, and I'll say it again. You can talk about being LeBron James all you like, but you're stepping into the ring with the EXODUS Pro analog to Michael Jordan in his prime. You're Meek Mill stepping up against Jay-Z. You're a double-A minor league squad against the New York Yankees.
You're Goddell and I'm Tom fucking Brady.
I don't need to remind people my track record, the trophy case speaks for me. What I do have to remind you is that talking a big game doesn't mean that your actual game matches up to it. So you either better come proper or risk reality kicking you in the dick pretty hard Sunday night.
I gave you a lot to think about, Black, so I've only got one question left for you.
Do you have lots of ice? You're going to need it now that I've roasted you so bad, your girlfriend might think twice over fucking her disrespectful, misogynistic boyfriend.
And you're going to need even more, because I'm going to see right to it that you get knocked the fuck out by the most devastating move in the history of EXODUS.
Now get in the kitchen and make me a fucking sandwich, bitch. Deuces.
I was on top of the world. I was living my dream! My music would hit and I would come out from the back and everyone would start getting behind me! It didn't matter if it was 5, 50, or 500 fans. No matter what it was, I was going to give it my all because professional wrestling was something I loved!
And to be honest, none of that's really changed. I still love pro wrestling and I still love what I do. I’m just getting real sick of people thinking that I've changed.
Let me ask you some questions, Black, and I want you to take a real good look inside yourself when I ask you these things. By the time I'm done with you, you're going to realize that you've made a terrible mistake here.
First off...how many times have I lost? And more importantly, how many times have I bounced back better and stronger? You're sitting out there, parading around your victory like it's destroyed my career, and I gotta tell you...it's a thing. I've lost before, and I'll lose again. Do you think that puts me at the end of my time on top? Of course it doesn't. I lost to Andreas Lasiewicz, and I came back stronger. I lost to Kira T. Zeppeli, and I came back stronger. I lost to Christum Furor, AND I WENT BACK AND KO'ED HIS RIGHT HAND GAL SALLY TALFOURD. You should know, you were marking the hell out with the rest of EXODUS when I put her down. The fact remains, Black, that a loss to you or anyone else does nothing to my reputation, because I've reached the point of my career in EXODUS where I'm teflon. I can lose five matches and people will know the sixth will be the one that turns it around and puts the rest of the company on notice. So you beating me? Just remember that it was a tag team match. I've had my share of losses in those, but you know the beautiful part about it?
Now you have no excuses when I win. None of this telling people you lost because you had an anchor for a partner. No telling people you had to worry about the extra person in my corner. It's just you and me, and our accountability. So I'm sorry if it massively disappoints you that I'm not going to freak the hell out because I lost and cry like the sky is falling because you pinned me. See, it doesn't upset me because I'm a goddamn professional. Maybe you should learn how to be one yourself if you're going to step in my ring.
Here's my next question for you...do you really think this is the end for me? Do you really think that after taking my lumps from Christum Furor, Andreas Lasiewicz, Sally Talfourd, Heather Halliwell, mara, and countless other people who have walked in and out of here thinking they could take me down a peg that it's going to be you that sends me to my early demise?
Excuse me while I laugh at this one.
Black, one of the first things I learned in this business is to act like you've been there. If you can't convince the crowd or anyone else that you belong on the highest stage possible, how are you going to convince your opponent? How are you going to convince me that you belong on my level when you haven't done anything to act like it? Your title reigns were short and meaningless at best, and while I'm training and preparing to be great, you're blowing up Twitter with your asinine bullshit gifs, memes, and misogynistic tweets about how much help I'm going to need and how I'm going to have to go back into the kitchen and make Jonathan and Madison dinner when I lose to you.
That might be your reality, but mine? My reality shows that the end result is you being my bitch.
Here's the most important question, Black Jones, and I want you to think real hard about this. Do you really think you're the person who can take me out? I want you to be real honest with yourself. I've been through hell, buddy. I've been cut up by barbed wire, almost flattened like a pancake, and I've stood toe to toe with Andreas Lasiewicz and almost made him blink, and you think that YOU are going to be the thing that breaks me?
Come on, kid. Don't make Zack Lifer look like the smartest kid in the room here. And that’s saying something.
Here's the thing, Black. When we talk about you, we talk about the future of this industry. We talk about how you're gonna be part of the next wave of great EXODUS stars with Sydney Christensen, Caleb Storm, Venus, Carey Caldwell, and others. Yeah, I know you for exactly who you are...but here's the thing, Black.
I'm still here. And I'm still the present of EXODUS.
And you are not prepared for this.
Don’t get me wrong, I'm not saying you're not going to be a star. You're going to be a big one, and I'm counting on it! In a couple of years, we'll do this dance again and you might just beat me, but right now? Right now you're an untested rookie going up against the single greatest and most decorated wrestler in the history of EXODUS Pro. You're stepping into the ring with a main event caliber athlete. Do you know why I have a reduced schedule, Black? I earned it. My matches are top of the card for a reason. They're events. They're spectacles. People come to watch me do what I do because nobody else in EXODUS can do it quite like I can. And you? Don't flatter yourself, Black. Right now, your name value on the list of people I've put down is somewhere between Nate Soto and Whisper. You're not in that rarefied air of wrestlers that I've pinned and left humbled and beaten down...and Welcome Oblivion is going to be that wake up call.
They say that comedy equals tragedy plus time, Black Jones. The tragedy of how you're going to be exposed for the hapless rookie you are plus a few years from now means you're going to look back at this humbling experience and laugh because you're going to realize how stupid you were to tug on this cape. You want real, Black? Here's something real for you, something you can't handle.
I don't have to answer to you as to why I'm happy to proclaim myself the best now. I don't have to answer to you or anyone else why I'm out to prove I'm the best wrestler in the world, and do you know why? Because look at all you loud mouth fuck boys in this company and what it did for you. Cannon cries like he's got a vagina, and he gets a World Title shot. Chris Strike pussies out and gets two World Title reigns. You start tweeting and bitching about your first world problems like a Kardashian and you get a World Title shot weeks after I beat the guy you couldn't beat! So you wanna know why I'm talking myself up? Because now you're all listening. I came to work, punched my time card, and I was this company's workhorse. Now for all this bullshit you give me for wanting to talk myself up, you're out there trying to talk louder and more obnoxious like we should all be fucking thankful you grace MY ring with your presence!
Well we don't owe you shit, kid...and don't you ever forget this is my ring.
At the end of the day, this is still a humble brag. I don't go out and say anything that I can't back up with a fact, Jones. I don't go out there and tell people I can conquer the universe, because everything I do is a small step to my immortality. At the end of the day, I'm going to show the world I'm the best and it will have been done with small steps and a concrete foundation. That's why I can lose and still come out smelling like a rose. If you lose?
Baby, it's Icarus flying too close to the sun.
Here's a brutal reality check for you, Jones. I don't need Jimmy Riley. I don't need him to step into the ring and fight my battles for me, but it's nice to have someone in my corner who has had my back unconditionally. The rest of you fairweather fuck boys are willing to cheer for me when I smile and give a hint of my cleavage to anyone but my hubby, but I'm a plastic has been when I'm not smiling and playing super kawaii weaboo for your fun and games. At the end of the day, I'm a mother. I'm a daughter. I'm, ABOVE ALL ELSE, A PROFESSIONAL FUCKING WRESTLER. And you disrespectful fucking piece of trash, I am going to teach you a lesson in humility, a lesson in respect, and if you're lucky? I might just teach you what it means to shine when the lights are on you. See, for being the popular one here, being the one who says all the fans have his back here, you're alienating the female population of the RIMAC when you're sitting here telling me to get in the kitchen. You think that makes you a fucking star? You think that makes you the good guy?
It makes you a sad fuckboy who thinks that a few impressive matches and a San Diego Bay title reign that lasted two weeks means you're a fucking star in this company. Do you know who else was a San Diego Bay champion for a hot minute?
Blake Jones. And he did a better job with that belt than you did.
You get on Twitter and you put this company on blast like it's wronged you. I haven't lost a singles match in over a year, and do you hear me calling them out like they've wronged me? Fuck no, I put my head down and wrestle. You're not a special case, kid. You want your belt back, go wrestle for it. Go fucking earn it. Stop getting your dick wet and get on the grind like the rest of us, because quite frankly, the only thing you seem to be champion of is bragging.
I said it before, and I'll say it again. You can talk about being LeBron James all you like, but you're stepping into the ring with the EXODUS Pro analog to Michael Jordan in his prime. You're Meek Mill stepping up against Jay-Z. You're a double-A minor league squad against the New York Yankees.
You're Goddell and I'm Tom fucking Brady.
I don't need to remind people my track record, the trophy case speaks for me. What I do have to remind you is that talking a big game doesn't mean that your actual game matches up to it. So you either better come proper or risk reality kicking you in the dick pretty hard Sunday night.
I gave you a lot to think about, Black, so I've only got one question left for you.
Do you have lots of ice? You're going to need it now that I've roasted you so bad, your girlfriend might think twice over fucking her disrespectful, misogynistic boyfriend.
And you're going to need even more, because I'm going to see right to it that you get knocked the fuck out by the most devastating move in the history of EXODUS.
Now get in the kitchen and make me a fucking sandwich, bitch. Deuces.
