Congrats, you finally listened to me eighty percent into your video and spoke on what makes you worthy.
Good shit, you continue to ignore the fact that I said I’m a new breed going up against former World Champions & Hall of Famers, downplaying how I won those matches like you would’ve even come close to winning them WITH the help.
Keep it pushing, you prop your “evidence” that’s been said by a handful of elitists already and use it as the basis for everything you could possibly say ‘cause nothing else works for you.
I’ll give you one thing, you’re amusing as well to respond to. You know exactly how to twist any narrative by translating the words that come out of my mouth very differently. Yeah, I’d like to think you’ve done your research on me and knew well enough not to use the same arguments that multiple other people already have. Let alone allowing that same dumpster fire to take up most of your videos. You’re beating the dead horse that’s gonna leave the stench of monotony on you by the time this week wraps itself up. How other new breeds have taken notice to learning from moving past stupid arguments like this and you still haven’t your third video in is beyond me, tripling down on claims that don’t have a measure of levity in a match between somebody that’s become something and a nobody who thinks he’s a somebody now. You’re a nobody ‘till your dumbass ventures into being greater than who you were the day you signed. That hasn’t happened yet, and it sure as hell won’t for as long as you move like an idiot who has to rely on overblown claims. I don’t know why in your right mind you think it was even a good idea, I saw right through you when you refused to take shit seriously and lock in ‘till THIS week in particular. This business stays watching me the same way that I’m watching what goes on, and when I could tell that your performance from Reasonable Doubt left a lot to be desired. Your heart wasn’t in it then, now your heart’s trying to recoup itself into a pace but you skipped an important beat trying to dispel something that has no ground to stand on.
I tell you to take your time and you do. I tell you to figure out how to tackle these words and you double your video time.
I already know your balls have been nonexistent ‘since Kennedy became the lifeline of your EAW career, ‘cause deep down you know I’ve been pushing you to do better & won't admit it.
You’ve pulled yourself into the greatest false sense of security thinking retorting back to your childish takes is ‘defensive’. Yeah alright, saying the same exact fucking thing but with more metaphors and in a different octave makes you a genius compared to everybody else. I don’t think you’ve noticed, but even when I didn’t have a damn thing going for me I still spoke with the same energy that I do now. I was always this confident, I knew what I was all about and ran through every new breed doing it. Before this season began, I had nothing to my name & still called myself a future Heavyweight Champion in spite of that. Many people would’ve laughed at that then, but they didn’t. The same flock of fans that I don’t give any fucks for, they still understand every word I spoke was real. Has been real from day one. You’re single-handedly trying to will this revisionist history in existence, when I have made it known in the past that I acknowledge how the matches of controversial results went down. Still stuck on these matches from all of these months ago that aren’t the embodiment of who I am now, everyone’s gone past this phase of betting against me except you. You’re still trying to squeeze any content out of this as you can ‘till it’s ran itself dry, I’d respect it if this were any other opportunity but your biggest so far.
I won’t deny some people are too lazy to fact check, but you’re trying to prove nonsensical bullshit that holds zero merit for what this match is all about.
You’re not Ms. Extreme. You’re not Xander Payne. You’re not Joso. You’re a spoiled brat who can only stand on his bitch’s business for her ‘cause he hasn’t even earned his first ever championship opportunity.
It’s a fuckin’ joke to even call this your title shot when it’s more akin to Kennedy Street trying to take the New Breed Championship to Showdown.
Even more comical that you believe you can speak so lowly of how I’ve beaten these people ‘cause you haven’t beaten anybody worth mentioning period. It’s funny how much you can bark when you haven’t had the bite to even come close to matching that level of vitriol. When I put it like that, you aren’t just crazy—you might be a goddamn lunatic, Damien. You have no experience with victory against these same elitists nor do you have any experience as a champion, all of these months with the New Breed Championship have given me all of the experience of a competitor you will only continue to lack, through your first moment under this advantageous position. My first opportunity at this title didn’t pan out how I would’ve liked to go, another point where interference became an inescapable formality, shit out of our control in that instance happens. One day you’re gonna see how you get a win that’s gonna propel your career and it’s not clean as a whistle, then you’ll be saying the exact same crap that I have. We don’t ask for this shit to happen, but none of it is ever the core of the journey. I worked my ass off and made sure my presence was louder than any voice in a room. You’re disputing wins that don’t mean fuck all pertaining to your current spot on the totem pole—smack dab in between motherfuckers like Chiyo & Vincent, ‘cause you haven’t done anything yet that they haven’t either.
There’s nothing to backtrack on with a punk who still doesn’t know the difference between being informed & giving a verbal documentary on my career.
Through every championship defense, it’s easy to say that the champion is backed into the corner. Outright idiotic to say that I’m afraid like I didn’t just defend the championship from bell to bell in the first ever Iron Survivor Challenge, but your stupidity spoke for itself there. I excel in every fiber of genuine competition if you really wanna go down that road. Speed, strength, willpower, what I did in half a year compared to what you’ve done so far isn’t remotely comparable when I was winning my multi-person unique opportunity match. Nearly half of your field fucking evaporated from thin air and your complacent ass still managed to lose. Despite all of my defeats, the fact that you faltered in the same match where Delilah Rose soon vanished says a lot about where anybody should stand with you. Yet, I’m scared? Alright moron, hit your head one too many times in that match too from what it seems. Then you misconstrue the most sparse bit of props from my first promo, from ten percent of the video at most as “gnawing on my meat” like I was calling you the greatest wrestler alive. You lack the necessary comprehension to separate reality from what you want to hear, I didn’t believe you to retain any shred of idiocy to this extent before this week began; I should really refrain from thinking highly of my opponents after NOVA & Tohru proved to be busts.
You’ve seen how it’s gone for a select few that are nowhere to be seen, don’t go backwards and retread steps leading you to stagnation.
If I don’t know talent, then I’m the most accomplished talentless professional wrestler on the planet, pretty fuckin’ good for an arrogant New Yorker.
I’ll take a World-Championship contending Hall of Famer giving me that L, before ever being able to say that I’m going into my first title shot ‘cause an exec bailed me out from impending obscurity.
You can’t even be specific about who is tired of seeing me, seems to just be you at the end of the day. Even then, being told shit like that is nothing new to me when the higher ups didn’t fuck with me from day one of the season. I was specifically told that I was just a flavor of the month, I didn’t have the support of no machine or any fans that anybody could recall when making my strides. You’re too fucking stupid to understand the most clear picture possible, you blatantly ignore the traction I’m getting month by month as I approach my the day that this championship record is broken. Then sticking to how I’ve lucked my way into this position like I haven’t been on an entirely different kind of timing compared to any new breed out there, you’re just staying dumb for the fuck of it now. Nobody has to realize a damn thing just ‘cause you repeat it to them like they haven’t heard it the first handful of times already from others—then again, scraping the bottom of the barrel isn’t new to you by now.
You’re doing everything in your fleeting power to make not only me, but this championship worthless with your continuous dickriding for two people who could give less of a fuck about who you are.
Now I’m affirmed that you don’t know what the fuck you’re even talking about, ‘cause when the hell did I ever reference Hans to come back & fight for this title?
You’re supposed to move on after losing the title, you cornball.
And just who the fuck are you to downplay that I won the title in a ladder match? You LOST in a ladder match in your FIRST MARQUEE MATCH, numbskull.
By every metric so far, you’re a failure. And that’s putting it lightly. You talked so much shit your whole time here and haven’t done a fucking thing to back any of it up, you DEFINE what being a bum in this business is all about. I’m the old head yet I haven’t even taken a single step into this business ‘till the doors of EAW were presented before me. This industry’s got me and ever since, this rookie’s done more for the business than you will ever understand. Yeah, I’m well aware that this longing sprint of mine with the title won’t last forever. Nothing in this business ever does, as I’m sure this relation with Kennedy won’t keep the lights on in your house when you’re drafted to Voltage or Dynasty. I’m not meant to represent the new breeds forever, but I'm making sure that every second matters as I’m here. Now it’s become bigger than merely holding it down for the newcomers so I can symbolize everything a new breed should be, I’m at the cusp of truly undeniable greatness if I am to hold this all the way to Pain for Pride. If I’m holding this title hostage, then by all means. I’ll hold the belt at gunpoint while being quicker with my draw to send another bullet right through you too.
You’re eyeballing what’s become my bitch.
Now, it’s gonna take one to understand the heat of chasing after a bitch you never had the qualifications to bag.
Excusing the opportunities you’re given through your boss ‘cause you’re simply that guy doesn’t really prop yourself that highly, but it’s far better than the garbage you’ve tried to put up against a man who hears those words on a bi-weekly basis. You can say that you didn’t need to assault management ‘cause our circumstances AT THAT POINT are increasingly different. You got it easy, I didn’t. Simple as that, doesn’t take a rocket scientist to get it. Management gave me a hard time, even after winning the Ultimate X I didn’t immediately receive my title shot. I win my match, yet I get a turkey sandwich for the slaughter. You lose yours, no fucking problem, here’s a title match at the one of the biggest events of EAW anyway. Then to state publicly before the whole world that you don’t need to make yourself look like a threat before the big match?
That’s one of the most important points of these videos, idiot.
I’d rather know what makes you all about this shit than some shit I’d hear from basement dwellers on an online forum, you’re stooping to the lows of an ordinary wrestling fan—which gives me every reason to believe you must fucking love the air I breathe all along. I give you all of this ammo for a peashooter that doesn’t run out, it’s getting more comical with each video I watch & listen to. Entertaining as it is, you’ve become nothing more than a pest that must be eradicated before you become any greater of a nuisance. You’re gonna learn where all of this unproven shit talking leads you, and it’s gonna be a rude awakening you better prepare for. Nobody’s gonna hold your hand this time, wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve got a Plan B lined up through your girl if this goes south. Let’s hope you know what you’re doing, ‘cause that doesn’t seem to be the case right now. Oh, one second.
Nah not that bit, brother.
That Chamber match I won at Operation: Doomsday, Damien?
You had more time to cook this disaster and still found a way to trip millimeters away from the finish line. Better luck with the next one, pussy.
Make it count.
