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I’ve been dreaming of this moment since I was a kid. Hell, I still remember when that dream first came to mind. I was 5 years old, went to my first wrestling show, got front row tickets to see my dad main event at Arena México. I remember the match like it was yesterday. The match itself doesn’t matter though because what does matter is that that dream was implanted in my mind that day. A dream to be like him yes, but even more, so a dream to wrestle in front of crowds, win titles, create my own legacy. I got out there training as soon as possible and when I turned 17 immediately took on the first booking, I could find. Finally, I got to the Arena México. But most of my success there was tied to my brothers so when I got that call from EAW I saw it as my chance to separate myself from them, from my father, and that moment that I’ve been dreaming of is finally here. A chance to separate myself from them, to begin creating something of my own, or at least getting people to realize it.
You see, I may have had my father to show me the way, but everything that I've done to get here was my own doing. You know how many guys out there are the sons of wrestlers, you know how many second and third-generation wrestlers there are out there? Tons. How many of them succeed? Five? Ten percent? Hell, most of them just burn out. End up on the indies wrestling in high school gyms. The really unlucky ones end up addicted to some type of drug. Painkillers, steroids, alcohol. Some real sad shit. I didn’t end up like that. I worked my ass off to get where I am, and I did it the right way. Didn’t cheat, didn’t screw anyone over. I climbed and clawed my own way up the fucking mountain. I debuted in Mexico, I’ve won masks, I won belts there with and without my brothers, I got that call from EAW, I won my Dynasty debut, I pinned Lethal Consequences. All of those are just a few of the stops on my journey up the mountain. The way I look at it the National Elite title is just another one. It’s just another stop on my way up and god knows I won’t stop until I reach the summit. So Lethal Consequences you might be at the top of the mountain but, by the lord know, that I’m coming for you, I’m coming for your spot, and you or that whiny ass motherfucker Osamu Arcichida aren’t going to be able to stop me.
Speaking of Osamu, I wasn’t lying when I said that I wasn’t finished with you. You denied me a rematch for weeks, then had the balls to attack me in that little temper tantrum on Dynasty, spitting on me like I’m some piece of trash. No, that one's gonna take a while to leave the mind.
You always talk about the lack of respect given to you Osamu, the fact that you don’t get the opportunities you deserve, the fact that you think you deserve the National Elite title. Maybe at one point, you did. Maybe before your injury when you were one of EAW’s brightest young stars you did. But now? What the fuck have you earned? You’re someone who sits around spending their time whining about the lack of opportunities that they’ve received. The truth is that you’ve received far more opportunities than a lot of other people in this company and all of those opportunities have ended in the same way. Let’s go over them real quick to maybe put in perspective your time here since coming back.
First, we had your match at Pain for Pride, you came back from your injury and got a pretty quick title shot at the biggest show of the year. You lost. Then you were in the Divide and Conquer match at Territorial Invasion, a chance to show out against multiple other elitists. Not a title shot but who knows? Maybe you go out there and set yourself apart, make management notice you. You lost. Finally, we get to House of Glass, you were gifted a match against Darcy May Morgan and if you won you got a future guaranteed title shot. You lost and now we see that Darcy has actually taken advantage of her opportunity. You see it doesn’t matter if you beat me. I know you’re gonna sit there and flaunt your win over me and Lethal Consequences like it actually means anything because it doesn’t. It doesn’t because, in the end, we know that you blow it every single the pressure gets a little but heavy on your shoulders. It’s been that way since you came back so why the hell would this match be any different? Hell, even your nickname, The Orchestrator, The Conductor. What the fuck have you orchestrated or conducted? The only thing in your life that you’ve orchestrated is your fall from grace. I mean look at you, every week it’s the same pathetic bullshit about how this industry has scarred you or hurt you. The reality is that you’re just a bitter, self-destructive man who blames everyone for his shortcomings when the blame lies solely at his feet because he just can’t get the job done.
Like I said I didn’t forget you attacking me on Dynasty. That’s been on my mind for a while. You probably wanted to me out of the way like you did Daryl Kinkade just so you could get another one on one shot at a title that you aren’t going to win. But you didn’t get me out of the way, did you? I’m still here, I’m going to Road to Redemption and I’m going to pay you back for that attack. What I did to weirdo fuck Eric Havoc is going to be nothing compared to what I do to you. No, it won’t involve me just drilling a hole in your skull when I piledrive you to the mat. I’m not that type of guy. I don’t want to injure you, send you out of competition for a few more months. No, that would go against everything I’ve ever been taught. There would be honor in that, plus, it wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying. I’m going to take away the thing that you want the most. That precious title that you “never lost”. I’m going to take the National Elite title and when I win, I’m going to step right over you, leave that ring, and celebrate with the fans that you hate so much. It’ll be the best revenge that I could deal because there will be nothing that you can do to stop it. You’ll just be forced to sit there in agony realizing that what I’ve said here is right, and then what we all know will be confirmed. Osamu Arcichida can’t cut in the limelight.
Then, of course, we’ve got Lethal Consequences, and look I respect everything that you’ve done in this business. Former world champion and you’ve done a good job at making that National Elite title pretty important. But I don’t know why you’re standing there talking like you know me. You don’t know shit, just sit there spewing garbage out of your mouth. Just like Osamu you sit there whining and complaining, except this time it’s about the people that you’re forced to face. You complain yet last time I checked Osamu and I both beat you and last time I checked you beat Sosa, so I don’t know what the hell you were so excited about going up against him.
Keep talking about your history, your legacy, how you don’t think I mean shit. You’ll learn once we get in that ring. You’ll learn that there are other people here that want to etch their name in that stone you talk about, people that want to etch their name and then cross yours out. In the end, though, none of this talking means shit. It means nothing, it’s just posturing by all of us trying to tell everyone how we’re going to be the one to win or how we’re going to walk out on top. Just a bunch of bullshit that doesn’t mean anything until we get in the ring and prove it to everyone that what we’re saying is true. So, talking won’t help me walk away with that belt. It won’t show you or Osamu that I belong in this match. Nah, the best way to show that is to prove it with my actions at Road to Redemption. I’ll verbally trade back and forth with you both but remember that none of that shit matters in the end. No one’s going to remember me talking about my legacy, no one will remember LC’s egomaniacal rants about his greatness. All that anyone will remember is the winner, who walks out with the National Elite title. This time there won’t be a Sosa Henderson to interfere, it’s just gonna be you, me, and Osamu and at the end of the day, the best man will walk out with the title. So, keep talking about how you’re above me and Osamu, how you float above us while we continue to look up at you. You better make sure you look down though because pretty soon I’m vaulting off your shoulders to bust through the fucking glass ceiling.
I know that I’m the underdog in this fight. I’m the only guy in this match to not hold a title, to not hold that title. I’m just a rookie, most people probably look at me and don’t give me a chance in hell. Probably think I’m just a body. Someone who’s out there to eat the pin, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I’m ready to go out there and prove myself to the world, to everyone in the back, to myself. I’m taking that belt at Road to Redemption and in the end, it doesn’t matter who I’m facing. Former world champion, former National Elite champion, Hall of Famer, the number of titles doesn’t matter. I’m walking away with the win and the belt at Road to Redemption. So sorry Osamu your time’ll have to wait and don’t worry LC I’ll keep your belt nicely shined and in good shape as I sit on your throne and look down at both of you, while you both wonder how this green ass rookie is draped in gold.
You see, I may have had my father to show me the way, but everything that I've done to get here was my own doing. You know how many guys out there are the sons of wrestlers, you know how many second and third-generation wrestlers there are out there? Tons. How many of them succeed? Five? Ten percent? Hell, most of them just burn out. End up on the indies wrestling in high school gyms. The really unlucky ones end up addicted to some type of drug. Painkillers, steroids, alcohol. Some real sad shit. I didn’t end up like that. I worked my ass off to get where I am, and I did it the right way. Didn’t cheat, didn’t screw anyone over. I climbed and clawed my own way up the fucking mountain. I debuted in Mexico, I’ve won masks, I won belts there with and without my brothers, I got that call from EAW, I won my Dynasty debut, I pinned Lethal Consequences. All of those are just a few of the stops on my journey up the mountain. The way I look at it the National Elite title is just another one. It’s just another stop on my way up and god knows I won’t stop until I reach the summit. So Lethal Consequences you might be at the top of the mountain but, by the lord know, that I’m coming for you, I’m coming for your spot, and you or that whiny ass motherfucker Osamu Arcichida aren’t going to be able to stop me.
Speaking of Osamu, I wasn’t lying when I said that I wasn’t finished with you. You denied me a rematch for weeks, then had the balls to attack me in that little temper tantrum on Dynasty, spitting on me like I’m some piece of trash. No, that one's gonna take a while to leave the mind.
You always talk about the lack of respect given to you Osamu, the fact that you don’t get the opportunities you deserve, the fact that you think you deserve the National Elite title. Maybe at one point, you did. Maybe before your injury when you were one of EAW’s brightest young stars you did. But now? What the fuck have you earned? You’re someone who sits around spending their time whining about the lack of opportunities that they’ve received. The truth is that you’ve received far more opportunities than a lot of other people in this company and all of those opportunities have ended in the same way. Let’s go over them real quick to maybe put in perspective your time here since coming back.
First, we had your match at Pain for Pride, you came back from your injury and got a pretty quick title shot at the biggest show of the year. You lost. Then you were in the Divide and Conquer match at Territorial Invasion, a chance to show out against multiple other elitists. Not a title shot but who knows? Maybe you go out there and set yourself apart, make management notice you. You lost. Finally, we get to House of Glass, you were gifted a match against Darcy May Morgan and if you won you got a future guaranteed title shot. You lost and now we see that Darcy has actually taken advantage of her opportunity. You see it doesn’t matter if you beat me. I know you’re gonna sit there and flaunt your win over me and Lethal Consequences like it actually means anything because it doesn’t. It doesn’t because, in the end, we know that you blow it every single the pressure gets a little but heavy on your shoulders. It’s been that way since you came back so why the hell would this match be any different? Hell, even your nickname, The Orchestrator, The Conductor. What the fuck have you orchestrated or conducted? The only thing in your life that you’ve orchestrated is your fall from grace. I mean look at you, every week it’s the same pathetic bullshit about how this industry has scarred you or hurt you. The reality is that you’re just a bitter, self-destructive man who blames everyone for his shortcomings when the blame lies solely at his feet because he just can’t get the job done.
Like I said I didn’t forget you attacking me on Dynasty. That’s been on my mind for a while. You probably wanted to me out of the way like you did Daryl Kinkade just so you could get another one on one shot at a title that you aren’t going to win. But you didn’t get me out of the way, did you? I’m still here, I’m going to Road to Redemption and I’m going to pay you back for that attack. What I did to weirdo fuck Eric Havoc is going to be nothing compared to what I do to you. No, it won’t involve me just drilling a hole in your skull when I piledrive you to the mat. I’m not that type of guy. I don’t want to injure you, send you out of competition for a few more months. No, that would go against everything I’ve ever been taught. There would be honor in that, plus, it wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying. I’m going to take away the thing that you want the most. That precious title that you “never lost”. I’m going to take the National Elite title and when I win, I’m going to step right over you, leave that ring, and celebrate with the fans that you hate so much. It’ll be the best revenge that I could deal because there will be nothing that you can do to stop it. You’ll just be forced to sit there in agony realizing that what I’ve said here is right, and then what we all know will be confirmed. Osamu Arcichida can’t cut in the limelight.
Then, of course, we’ve got Lethal Consequences, and look I respect everything that you’ve done in this business. Former world champion and you’ve done a good job at making that National Elite title pretty important. But I don’t know why you’re standing there talking like you know me. You don’t know shit, just sit there spewing garbage out of your mouth. Just like Osamu you sit there whining and complaining, except this time it’s about the people that you’re forced to face. You complain yet last time I checked Osamu and I both beat you and last time I checked you beat Sosa, so I don’t know what the hell you were so excited about going up against him.
Keep talking about your history, your legacy, how you don’t think I mean shit. You’ll learn once we get in that ring. You’ll learn that there are other people here that want to etch their name in that stone you talk about, people that want to etch their name and then cross yours out. In the end, though, none of this talking means shit. It means nothing, it’s just posturing by all of us trying to tell everyone how we’re going to be the one to win or how we’re going to walk out on top. Just a bunch of bullshit that doesn’t mean anything until we get in the ring and prove it to everyone that what we’re saying is true. So, talking won’t help me walk away with that belt. It won’t show you or Osamu that I belong in this match. Nah, the best way to show that is to prove it with my actions at Road to Redemption. I’ll verbally trade back and forth with you both but remember that none of that shit matters in the end. No one’s going to remember me talking about my legacy, no one will remember LC’s egomaniacal rants about his greatness. All that anyone will remember is the winner, who walks out with the National Elite title. This time there won’t be a Sosa Henderson to interfere, it’s just gonna be you, me, and Osamu and at the end of the day, the best man will walk out with the title. So, keep talking about how you’re above me and Osamu, how you float above us while we continue to look up at you. You better make sure you look down though because pretty soon I’m vaulting off your shoulders to bust through the fucking glass ceiling.
I know that I’m the underdog in this fight. I’m the only guy in this match to not hold a title, to not hold that title. I’m just a rookie, most people probably look at me and don’t give me a chance in hell. Probably think I’m just a body. Someone who’s out there to eat the pin, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I’m ready to go out there and prove myself to the world, to everyone in the back, to myself. I’m taking that belt at Road to Redemption and in the end, it doesn’t matter who I’m facing. Former world champion, former National Elite champion, Hall of Famer, the number of titles doesn’t matter. I’m walking away with the win and the belt at Road to Redemption. So sorry Osamu your time’ll have to wait and don’t worry LC I’ll keep your belt nicely shined and in good shape as I sit on your throne and look down at both of you, while you both wonder how this green ass rookie is draped in gold.