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If anything, I would be my biggest doubter.
If it hadn't been on the bumpy road that I was riding in, I would be the same guy that'd be questioning my own decisions. I've done a lot of stupid things in life. I've joined EAW and left EAW at the same time. I've disappeared and disappointed weekly, every single Friday night where I got whooped to the point where it became a stain in my career. I went from being promising to being known as the predictable MITSU. Something that you, and everybody else have labeled as somebody who doesn't know what to do when the pressure gets to him. This is the MITSU that has always failed to reach immortality, the same MITSU that doesn't perform at the highest levels, the level that he needed to be at. MITSU at the start of this season was admirable, but at what cost? We're all supposed to be great when we're riding a wave of momentum. That was what made early MITSU work? He'd been given a chance to share the rings with the best of the best, of course he thought he could've hung with Jay Jerry Johnson. At that point, I thought that when I returned, I'm going to make it worth it. Mind you, I got eliminated from the 24/7 Battle Royal very early on despite my return being something that everyone else had anticipated. That was disappointment number one. Disappointment number two comes within the fact that I couldn't get over Jay at that time. During that period, I was not expecting to lose early, to have that paradigm shift canceled, and to not get my points across. But did I lose everything? I gained respect. I got the respect of the man who serves as the beholder towards the gold that I've been working hard for ever since. So the loss was worth it in the end. I might be washed as you might want to call me, easily manipulated and offended, but I'm not an idiot. I'm not just going to sit back and observe as you try to put me down constantly. I'm going to fight back, and you know where I stand on this matter, Drake. I'm going to keep repeating the same messages if I felt like you didn't get it the first time, the second time, hell even a third time I'll repeat it to you.
That's just how it works. Joso loved that.
What did I mean by me not being an idiot? It's the fact that I get it. You and every other elitist glanced at the idea of me appreciating the crowd while they're nothing but sheeps. Nothing but a bunch of people who would turn on you when the time comes, they're not loyal. They have a choice to support anybody that they like and the moment that they don't like you, they're gone. I'm not just going to be kneeling at them, begging for their attention, asking them to support me in any way shape or form. You know why, right? Like I don't have to say this anymore, but now you have to understand. I've had the same people sitting in the stands to greet me during my entrances. I've seen the same people bringing signs with my name on it, with my words on it. I've heard the same people cheer and clap for something that I've done, with the amount of them almost coming towards the decibel limit of the human ears. This is one thing that you and any other elitist would love to hate, and you guys bash it on me, trying to tell me that they mean nothing. Well, they mean nothing to YOU. It's not because they're fickle or any of that in the logical sense, it's just because you've lost all the human inside of you to even realize the importance of their presence. We all know the prideful and egotistical side of Drake Armstrong. We're not just going to observe and let you speak out of your mind without calling you out for your true form. Your lack of gratitude towards them and this sense of superiority is exactly why you don't see their values. A crowd plays super wall in this two man tango, Drake. To dance properly, you need to have a rhythm that sticks. That is the sound of the crowd. It's too quiet, and nobody dances. They're the most crucial part, they're the one that gets you moving. Even when you beat Cy Henderson, they're the one shocked at the outcome, with their faces being stamped on social media as reaction images. They're the one screaming out of pure surprise and that's what gets you going without you realizing it. Whenever you're challenging Michael Machina, there's always people chanting your name. Because they want you to win. Because they truly want to show that they care about the little man that was, until he became the bigger guy that he thinks he is. Look at you know, bashing in the people that fed you, and you're not even giving any cents back. I get it though. Ignoring the feelings of everybody else is the only way we can focus on our own. But the difference between me and you, that'll always make me loved by the people even after this match, is the fact that I got heart. Compared to you, a thousand times more. I can lose and lose without stopping in every possibility, and if they're still willing to be behind me, and if they're still winning to be there for me, you can bet your ass that I'll still keep coming for your championship right there.
They're my adrenaline, Drake. They're the lifeline that kept me alive through all that bullshit, all the rough patches that I went on. I've made a lot of mistakes and I can't fix it simply just by putting a sticker on it. I cannot just attach something to close the hole that is already getting bigger as time goes on. I don't have many choices. I don't have many options. It's either that I work harder than I've worked or I can go home and leave everything behind. Even after this match, a lot of my haters would tell me to retire, because even you, knowing you, I know what I'm about to hear. You didn't spend all that month against me to be saying those same atrocious remarks just like I didn't spend the whole time trying to beat the hell out of you. You wasted a whole month full of other materials that you could have utilized. I believe that you're an intellect. You have a brain that I can respect, with the words that you put out, worthy of winning a Pulitzer prize. Unfortunately with the expansion of vocabularies and through the variation of different lexicons used, it all came down to the fact that you spew nothing but trash out of it. It is very unfortunate that the knowledge that you have can only go so far, because it doesn't matter when knowledge is only a possession, as the person who possesses it controls where it goes. People shall use their skills and ability to convey a speech using complex words in a way where they can just speak with it naturally. You know a lot of words, only for it to turn out like this. Are you real? Is this some case where Drake Armstrong is nothing more than an exaggerated image of how a wealthy person would act? Because right now you're exactly acting like a caricature. You sounded wealthy, you sounded classy, you sounded calculated, but are you really? I don't think you are. You have to be pretty reliant that you get to have your moment in this match because I believe and I know this, half of it will just be me kicking your ass. I know, I know. But I've lost to Joso, right? I've been given my medicines and my pain never stopped even until now, but what else did that match prove to everybody? It just proved that I can hang with him. Just because the outcome of the match shows that I've lost, that doesn't mean that I'm not deserving of this opportunity. Hell, it's ironic that we want to talk about it this way. You used to lose to Machina every single time and you still got your opportunities. How many did you get in the months coming by? You failed to handle Hans Grayson. You failed to handle Michael Machina. You faced both Hans and Machina, you lost. So, aside from your current status, you used to be the guy who fails when it matters too. And I'm not going to accept the excuse that comes within the notoriety of your name. Just because you're Armstrong, it doesn't give you immunity. You're not perfect, Drake, you're never.
What you are right now is a champion, but that comes with a but. You're a champion, but you're somebody who can be stripped off his title if he doesn't look properly. You think that I'm here for your power? Jealousy of you and your achievements being my true main goals? My brother, if it was Ryan Wilson with that championship instead, I'll still be the one coming after him. If it was Ronan Malosi with that championship, then I'll gladly ambush him on the squared circle in the first week after you won that championship. This is one thing about Operation: Doomsday. I didn't care who was coming out of that triple threat a champion, nor did I care if you did. You did it, good for you, so now I'm coming. I didn't ruin your celebration. It was a terrible coronation anyways, you should be glad that I interrupted. I don't know if it's in the Armstrong protocol, but it wasn't entertaining at all, the crowd loved it more when I entered. It was unexpected. It was shocking but it was more or less inevitable. You know the drill, the things that I'm willing to do to get this opportunity. That championship is one thing that you can expect MITSU to chase, because now I have my eyes on nothing more than that. Even before you, I've already mentioned my journey towards that championship. On the build for my match at Operation: Doomsday, I've talked about how much it meant to me, and how great it would be for me to try to go after it. Even months before that, I've acknowledged the fact that the Interwire Championship is going to be the main narrative that MITSU will have its grind for. I'm not in it for the love of the game anymore, it's about that championship. Until I get it, I'll keep trying, and I'll go through even 10 more new champions if I have to. If I don't get to be the one ending your reign, I'll be coming after the champion after you. And if I fail at that time too, hell I'll keep coming for the champion after that. It's going to be a cycle of champions that will suffer against MITSU. You serve as a first point, for future Interwire champions to see, that MITSU will be coming against them.
The impact of your wealth and power will reflect on no waters at Grand Rampage because coming into the ring is a Drake Armstrong who'll be asked to play clean. We'll play by the pure rules, one thing that doesn't give you anything to work with. I know the games behind Drake Armstrong and how much you would love for it to be a match with a stipulation. Unfortunately, it'll just be you and me in that ring with no shenanigans. Do I expect shenanigans to happen though? Yes. Really, I do. Drake Armstrong, as much as he flaunts about power and what not, can turn out to be a very vulnerable individual. The moment I start to pick you off in that match will be the moment you start begging for me to stop. And you'll strategize, I know. I know that you'll find a way that can give you the leverage so that you can steal one from me. What will it be? Will it be just another filthy roll up where you're going to hold onto the ropes? Or maybe one when you're holding the tights so that I can hardly kick out? Maybe it's going to be you secretly hiding a brass knuckle and hits me with it, knocking me unconscious with your magic punch? Or maybe you're just going to hire some stupid hag to come into the ring and distract me, before you hit your finisher on me and call it a good night? I've read through the pages, I know how the book goes. I know exactly what tricks you can pull out of your head, you circus prick. There's no more Armstrong power when you get into that ring. There's no more aura that can save you, the award nominations wouldn't be anything, the moment you enter that ring. It's just going to be you suffering through the consequences of your words and a victory wouldn't count as you dominating. This is a case of you surviving. You're going to be exhausted, and unconscious if you will, because like it or not, it's going to be a lot more painful than you realize. As much as my opponents talk about how MITSU was such an easy opponent for them, it's never a case of them dominating the match. It's always them by the end of it, thanking God that they didn't have to go any longer because they know that when we increase the gear, it's going to get worse and worse.
By the end of this match, your goal is no longer to decimate me and end me for good, your goal is just to not prove me right. You are not going to like what you see and that is, at Grand Rampage, you're going to be humbled. You're going to have a visual of me actually kicking your ass and you'll have that in your dreams. Now if you don't mind me, I'm just going to say this. I don't want to talk for longer than you did. Because I know exactly where I need to focus on, and it's not talking to the microphone. You beat me at my lowest, at the point where it's capable for anybody to beat me. Like you said, Drake, I was in a pattern where it's either I'm really high up or I'm really low down. You beat me at the time where I can't even beat a rookie that loses their spot on the roster 2 weeks after. At that point, I didn't have the endurance, I didn't have the improvements and I hadn't changed yet at that time. But maybe let's not talk about the major wins that you've had, because in your head, the Armstrong Dynasty shall only be looked at with dignity. I'm not going to even say that you're facing me at my best, because I know that my best is yet to come. So what you're in the ring with, is just somebody new. A man who exactly understands what he's in here for, and he's here to stay. The only difference between then and now is the fact that it's not just going to take you one punch to knock me out, you have to put out a whole arsenal to come after me, Drake. You have to put out your finest moves, get your most devastating finishers for me to even consider not kicking out. The moment I start taking my shots, best believe your chest is turning red, your arms are going to be flailing, your hair is going to turn bald, you might even lose your teeth. I don't want to promise you a loss, I want to promise you pain. Pain that lasts so long, it leaves bruises that you can't recover from. I'm here to do all of that. So you can say hello to Bogdan, and tell him that I send him my regards.
Unfortunately for Bogdan, he's not me. You see, you're talking and referring to this idea of maintained mediocrity. There's nothing that goes above the average work rate that Bogdan has gone through. It's always the same, the spectrum never expanded and he's never gotten better nor has he gotten worse. That doesn't warrant a pay raise for him. Well, MITSU has a larger spectrum like it or not. My ceiling is a lot scarier for my haters, and my floor is the lowest that it can be. You should be a little bit prepared, I've heard about your training and everything, I'm glad you're doing that. Because the thing is, Drake; I'm not at the low part of myself. I'm now on the larger part of the spectrum, and that is good. That is the amazing part, so you're going to be messed up by the time it's over. This is not the MITSU that you can squash with one finisher in 5 seconds. This is the MITSU that's capable of challenging for championships, that's capable of being in the higher parts of cards. So Bogdan can kiss his family good night, and he can keep on living the same life that he's always been living. But I'm not going to be Bogdan, because if I was trying to be him, it wouldn't be me coming after you. Instead, I wouldn't be challenging myself to this height, but I'm telling you this, I'm evolving and I'll get bigger than this. That championship right there, that's something that's bigger than anything I know. Even the world championship doesn't look as shiny when my eyes are locked in the Interwire championship. You'd trade the title in a heartbeat, that's how much more it means to me. The fact that I've failed and failed again made me more hungry for it. More desperate for it. Have I not earned my opportunity? I've lost to Joso. But before that, I've won a lot of matches. I believed I at least deserve some credit for that. If I could've won at Operation: Doomsday, then I would be put higher than you even. So you should be glad that this is what's happening instead.
You didn't give me the championship match, I'm not given it. You're forced to do it, because everybody else told you to. There's no Armstrong power play in this case, you just know that there's no other option than to make the match official because you know exactly that you're going to be disturbed for the rest of your life. I'm not going to be hearing a sarcastic tone talking about how this works as a gift. No it doesn't, it works as a panic plan. You had no intention of even thinking about facing me for it, but now you're cut into a corner and you can't run anymore. You had to do it. Technically, I've gaslighted you to even consider giving me it. I believe that made me a better salesman, doesn't it, Drake? The fact that I managed to put myself in this spot despite everybody else saying that I've not earned it yet. And I STILL get to be here is hilarious. Nothing that I do is going to be praised by the elitists because the Land of Elite is also full of nothing but doofus know-it-alls that think I don't deserve horseshit. You're going to be the quote number 10000 due to how many times it's been said. Guess what? You could've just, I don't know. Not have this match. You could've just go ahead and do your usual wealthy people business, bribe me for you to win. Give me some of that Armstrong green, maybe you could've done that instead, you're from the Armstrong family. There's no morals there, it's just discipline that's not been used properly. Maybe you hire me to help you take out other elitists, but instead you still let it happen. As a gift, as a “here, damn” match? Nahhhh. That's dumb. You're also out here talking about building your legacy with this reign. If I was you, and I think of MITSU as somebody who is undeserving, that wouldn't be the man I want to defend my championship against no? I would probably just shrug off him, despite his antics and his willingness to annoy me, and I'd come for somebody bigger. Maybe you could've just had your feud with Ryan Wilson or Ronan Malosi. But at the end of the day, I won the race and I became King of the Hill. You chose to ‘give’ it to me. It's not because you know you can win, it's because you KNOW that this match will elevate your reign, even when the man you're facing has zero to no credibility going out of it. You know that I can up your image and improve your reputation as champion, because you know exactly what I can pull off. So enjoy your Match of the Night. But don't be surprised, Drake. You might also see the biggest upset of the night as well. Hey, since you Armstrongs can't curse so bad, here. I'll help you.
Fuck your reign.
If it hadn't been on the bumpy road that I was riding in, I would be the same guy that'd be questioning my own decisions. I've done a lot of stupid things in life. I've joined EAW and left EAW at the same time. I've disappeared and disappointed weekly, every single Friday night where I got whooped to the point where it became a stain in my career. I went from being promising to being known as the predictable MITSU. Something that you, and everybody else have labeled as somebody who doesn't know what to do when the pressure gets to him. This is the MITSU that has always failed to reach immortality, the same MITSU that doesn't perform at the highest levels, the level that he needed to be at. MITSU at the start of this season was admirable, but at what cost? We're all supposed to be great when we're riding a wave of momentum. That was what made early MITSU work? He'd been given a chance to share the rings with the best of the best, of course he thought he could've hung with Jay Jerry Johnson. At that point, I thought that when I returned, I'm going to make it worth it. Mind you, I got eliminated from the 24/7 Battle Royal very early on despite my return being something that everyone else had anticipated. That was disappointment number one. Disappointment number two comes within the fact that I couldn't get over Jay at that time. During that period, I was not expecting to lose early, to have that paradigm shift canceled, and to not get my points across. But did I lose everything? I gained respect. I got the respect of the man who serves as the beholder towards the gold that I've been working hard for ever since. So the loss was worth it in the end. I might be washed as you might want to call me, easily manipulated and offended, but I'm not an idiot. I'm not just going to sit back and observe as you try to put me down constantly. I'm going to fight back, and you know where I stand on this matter, Drake. I'm going to keep repeating the same messages if I felt like you didn't get it the first time, the second time, hell even a third time I'll repeat it to you.
That's just how it works. Joso loved that.
What did I mean by me not being an idiot? It's the fact that I get it. You and every other elitist glanced at the idea of me appreciating the crowd while they're nothing but sheeps. Nothing but a bunch of people who would turn on you when the time comes, they're not loyal. They have a choice to support anybody that they like and the moment that they don't like you, they're gone. I'm not just going to be kneeling at them, begging for their attention, asking them to support me in any way shape or form. You know why, right? Like I don't have to say this anymore, but now you have to understand. I've had the same people sitting in the stands to greet me during my entrances. I've seen the same people bringing signs with my name on it, with my words on it. I've heard the same people cheer and clap for something that I've done, with the amount of them almost coming towards the decibel limit of the human ears. This is one thing that you and any other elitist would love to hate, and you guys bash it on me, trying to tell me that they mean nothing. Well, they mean nothing to YOU. It's not because they're fickle or any of that in the logical sense, it's just because you've lost all the human inside of you to even realize the importance of their presence. We all know the prideful and egotistical side of Drake Armstrong. We're not just going to observe and let you speak out of your mind without calling you out for your true form. Your lack of gratitude towards them and this sense of superiority is exactly why you don't see their values. A crowd plays super wall in this two man tango, Drake. To dance properly, you need to have a rhythm that sticks. That is the sound of the crowd. It's too quiet, and nobody dances. They're the most crucial part, they're the one that gets you moving. Even when you beat Cy Henderson, they're the one shocked at the outcome, with their faces being stamped on social media as reaction images. They're the one screaming out of pure surprise and that's what gets you going without you realizing it. Whenever you're challenging Michael Machina, there's always people chanting your name. Because they want you to win. Because they truly want to show that they care about the little man that was, until he became the bigger guy that he thinks he is. Look at you know, bashing in the people that fed you, and you're not even giving any cents back. I get it though. Ignoring the feelings of everybody else is the only way we can focus on our own. But the difference between me and you, that'll always make me loved by the people even after this match, is the fact that I got heart. Compared to you, a thousand times more. I can lose and lose without stopping in every possibility, and if they're still willing to be behind me, and if they're still winning to be there for me, you can bet your ass that I'll still keep coming for your championship right there.
They're my adrenaline, Drake. They're the lifeline that kept me alive through all that bullshit, all the rough patches that I went on. I've made a lot of mistakes and I can't fix it simply just by putting a sticker on it. I cannot just attach something to close the hole that is already getting bigger as time goes on. I don't have many choices. I don't have many options. It's either that I work harder than I've worked or I can go home and leave everything behind. Even after this match, a lot of my haters would tell me to retire, because even you, knowing you, I know what I'm about to hear. You didn't spend all that month against me to be saying those same atrocious remarks just like I didn't spend the whole time trying to beat the hell out of you. You wasted a whole month full of other materials that you could have utilized. I believe that you're an intellect. You have a brain that I can respect, with the words that you put out, worthy of winning a Pulitzer prize. Unfortunately with the expansion of vocabularies and through the variation of different lexicons used, it all came down to the fact that you spew nothing but trash out of it. It is very unfortunate that the knowledge that you have can only go so far, because it doesn't matter when knowledge is only a possession, as the person who possesses it controls where it goes. People shall use their skills and ability to convey a speech using complex words in a way where they can just speak with it naturally. You know a lot of words, only for it to turn out like this. Are you real? Is this some case where Drake Armstrong is nothing more than an exaggerated image of how a wealthy person would act? Because right now you're exactly acting like a caricature. You sounded wealthy, you sounded classy, you sounded calculated, but are you really? I don't think you are. You have to be pretty reliant that you get to have your moment in this match because I believe and I know this, half of it will just be me kicking your ass. I know, I know. But I've lost to Joso, right? I've been given my medicines and my pain never stopped even until now, but what else did that match prove to everybody? It just proved that I can hang with him. Just because the outcome of the match shows that I've lost, that doesn't mean that I'm not deserving of this opportunity. Hell, it's ironic that we want to talk about it this way. You used to lose to Machina every single time and you still got your opportunities. How many did you get in the months coming by? You failed to handle Hans Grayson. You failed to handle Michael Machina. You faced both Hans and Machina, you lost. So, aside from your current status, you used to be the guy who fails when it matters too. And I'm not going to accept the excuse that comes within the notoriety of your name. Just because you're Armstrong, it doesn't give you immunity. You're not perfect, Drake, you're never.
What you are right now is a champion, but that comes with a but. You're a champion, but you're somebody who can be stripped off his title if he doesn't look properly. You think that I'm here for your power? Jealousy of you and your achievements being my true main goals? My brother, if it was Ryan Wilson with that championship instead, I'll still be the one coming after him. If it was Ronan Malosi with that championship, then I'll gladly ambush him on the squared circle in the first week after you won that championship. This is one thing about Operation: Doomsday. I didn't care who was coming out of that triple threat a champion, nor did I care if you did. You did it, good for you, so now I'm coming. I didn't ruin your celebration. It was a terrible coronation anyways, you should be glad that I interrupted. I don't know if it's in the Armstrong protocol, but it wasn't entertaining at all, the crowd loved it more when I entered. It was unexpected. It was shocking but it was more or less inevitable. You know the drill, the things that I'm willing to do to get this opportunity. That championship is one thing that you can expect MITSU to chase, because now I have my eyes on nothing more than that. Even before you, I've already mentioned my journey towards that championship. On the build for my match at Operation: Doomsday, I've talked about how much it meant to me, and how great it would be for me to try to go after it. Even months before that, I've acknowledged the fact that the Interwire Championship is going to be the main narrative that MITSU will have its grind for. I'm not in it for the love of the game anymore, it's about that championship. Until I get it, I'll keep trying, and I'll go through even 10 more new champions if I have to. If I don't get to be the one ending your reign, I'll be coming after the champion after you. And if I fail at that time too, hell I'll keep coming for the champion after that. It's going to be a cycle of champions that will suffer against MITSU. You serve as a first point, for future Interwire champions to see, that MITSU will be coming against them.
The impact of your wealth and power will reflect on no waters at Grand Rampage because coming into the ring is a Drake Armstrong who'll be asked to play clean. We'll play by the pure rules, one thing that doesn't give you anything to work with. I know the games behind Drake Armstrong and how much you would love for it to be a match with a stipulation. Unfortunately, it'll just be you and me in that ring with no shenanigans. Do I expect shenanigans to happen though? Yes. Really, I do. Drake Armstrong, as much as he flaunts about power and what not, can turn out to be a very vulnerable individual. The moment I start to pick you off in that match will be the moment you start begging for me to stop. And you'll strategize, I know. I know that you'll find a way that can give you the leverage so that you can steal one from me. What will it be? Will it be just another filthy roll up where you're going to hold onto the ropes? Or maybe one when you're holding the tights so that I can hardly kick out? Maybe it's going to be you secretly hiding a brass knuckle and hits me with it, knocking me unconscious with your magic punch? Or maybe you're just going to hire some stupid hag to come into the ring and distract me, before you hit your finisher on me and call it a good night? I've read through the pages, I know how the book goes. I know exactly what tricks you can pull out of your head, you circus prick. There's no more Armstrong power when you get into that ring. There's no more aura that can save you, the award nominations wouldn't be anything, the moment you enter that ring. It's just going to be you suffering through the consequences of your words and a victory wouldn't count as you dominating. This is a case of you surviving. You're going to be exhausted, and unconscious if you will, because like it or not, it's going to be a lot more painful than you realize. As much as my opponents talk about how MITSU was such an easy opponent for them, it's never a case of them dominating the match. It's always them by the end of it, thanking God that they didn't have to go any longer because they know that when we increase the gear, it's going to get worse and worse.
By the end of this match, your goal is no longer to decimate me and end me for good, your goal is just to not prove me right. You are not going to like what you see and that is, at Grand Rampage, you're going to be humbled. You're going to have a visual of me actually kicking your ass and you'll have that in your dreams. Now if you don't mind me, I'm just going to say this. I don't want to talk for longer than you did. Because I know exactly where I need to focus on, and it's not talking to the microphone. You beat me at my lowest, at the point where it's capable for anybody to beat me. Like you said, Drake, I was in a pattern where it's either I'm really high up or I'm really low down. You beat me at the time where I can't even beat a rookie that loses their spot on the roster 2 weeks after. At that point, I didn't have the endurance, I didn't have the improvements and I hadn't changed yet at that time. But maybe let's not talk about the major wins that you've had, because in your head, the Armstrong Dynasty shall only be looked at with dignity. I'm not going to even say that you're facing me at my best, because I know that my best is yet to come. So what you're in the ring with, is just somebody new. A man who exactly understands what he's in here for, and he's here to stay. The only difference between then and now is the fact that it's not just going to take you one punch to knock me out, you have to put out a whole arsenal to come after me, Drake. You have to put out your finest moves, get your most devastating finishers for me to even consider not kicking out. The moment I start taking my shots, best believe your chest is turning red, your arms are going to be flailing, your hair is going to turn bald, you might even lose your teeth. I don't want to promise you a loss, I want to promise you pain. Pain that lasts so long, it leaves bruises that you can't recover from. I'm here to do all of that. So you can say hello to Bogdan, and tell him that I send him my regards.
Unfortunately for Bogdan, he's not me. You see, you're talking and referring to this idea of maintained mediocrity. There's nothing that goes above the average work rate that Bogdan has gone through. It's always the same, the spectrum never expanded and he's never gotten better nor has he gotten worse. That doesn't warrant a pay raise for him. Well, MITSU has a larger spectrum like it or not. My ceiling is a lot scarier for my haters, and my floor is the lowest that it can be. You should be a little bit prepared, I've heard about your training and everything, I'm glad you're doing that. Because the thing is, Drake; I'm not at the low part of myself. I'm now on the larger part of the spectrum, and that is good. That is the amazing part, so you're going to be messed up by the time it's over. This is not the MITSU that you can squash with one finisher in 5 seconds. This is the MITSU that's capable of challenging for championships, that's capable of being in the higher parts of cards. So Bogdan can kiss his family good night, and he can keep on living the same life that he's always been living. But I'm not going to be Bogdan, because if I was trying to be him, it wouldn't be me coming after you. Instead, I wouldn't be challenging myself to this height, but I'm telling you this, I'm evolving and I'll get bigger than this. That championship right there, that's something that's bigger than anything I know. Even the world championship doesn't look as shiny when my eyes are locked in the Interwire championship. You'd trade the title in a heartbeat, that's how much more it means to me. The fact that I've failed and failed again made me more hungry for it. More desperate for it. Have I not earned my opportunity? I've lost to Joso. But before that, I've won a lot of matches. I believed I at least deserve some credit for that. If I could've won at Operation: Doomsday, then I would be put higher than you even. So you should be glad that this is what's happening instead.
You didn't give me the championship match, I'm not given it. You're forced to do it, because everybody else told you to. There's no Armstrong power play in this case, you just know that there's no other option than to make the match official because you know exactly that you're going to be disturbed for the rest of your life. I'm not going to be hearing a sarcastic tone talking about how this works as a gift. No it doesn't, it works as a panic plan. You had no intention of even thinking about facing me for it, but now you're cut into a corner and you can't run anymore. You had to do it. Technically, I've gaslighted you to even consider giving me it. I believe that made me a better salesman, doesn't it, Drake? The fact that I managed to put myself in this spot despite everybody else saying that I've not earned it yet. And I STILL get to be here is hilarious. Nothing that I do is going to be praised by the elitists because the Land of Elite is also full of nothing but doofus know-it-alls that think I don't deserve horseshit. You're going to be the quote number 10000 due to how many times it's been said. Guess what? You could've just, I don't know. Not have this match. You could've just go ahead and do your usual wealthy people business, bribe me for you to win. Give me some of that Armstrong green, maybe you could've done that instead, you're from the Armstrong family. There's no morals there, it's just discipline that's not been used properly. Maybe you hire me to help you take out other elitists, but instead you still let it happen. As a gift, as a “here, damn” match? Nahhhh. That's dumb. You're also out here talking about building your legacy with this reign. If I was you, and I think of MITSU as somebody who is undeserving, that wouldn't be the man I want to defend my championship against no? I would probably just shrug off him, despite his antics and his willingness to annoy me, and I'd come for somebody bigger. Maybe you could've just had your feud with Ryan Wilson or Ronan Malosi. But at the end of the day, I won the race and I became King of the Hill. You chose to ‘give’ it to me. It's not because you know you can win, it's because you KNOW that this match will elevate your reign, even when the man you're facing has zero to no credibility going out of it. You know that I can up your image and improve your reputation as champion, because you know exactly what I can pull off. So enjoy your Match of the Night. But don't be surprised, Drake. You might also see the biggest upset of the night as well. Hey, since you Armstrongs can't curse so bad, here. I'll help you.
Fuck your reign.
