MATCH PROMO Spuds and Snag - Showdown II

Jamie O'Hara

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Ah, it’s my day of reckoning, is it?

Well then, cuff my hands, lead me to the gallows.

Ring the bell, bring the crowds. Tighten the rope around that thick piece of wood above, ensure the trap door below will fall away quick enough for my body to fall through - quick enough for my neck to snap.

Give them a show.

No, not you.

But to watch me escape once again from this “day of reckoning”

I’ve spent so much of my career being told I would pay for my “wrongdoings”. Crimes committed, intentionally, unintentionally. Or maybe I never truly committed any crimes, people just saw me as an excuse, as the justification for their own shortcomings. They would often twist and manipulate the facts of reality over and over again until some illusion that I was somehow the reason for their stagnation becomes visible and yet still remains intangible. And without fail they always would build the match up as if it truly was some day of reckoning. But I guess when someone builds up enough arrogance it becomes an impossibility to identify the man truly at the center of all their struggles, all their hardships; even when it's staring back at them each time they look in the mirror. I don’t know whether it was when I was New Breed Champion and watching those who couldn’t out-wrestle me, out think me, outperform me, come back again and again, hoping that they would somehow defeat me, thinking I was the reason their unhealthy obsession. Or when it was Jacob Senn telling me my “day of reckoning” would arrive and I would be “punished” for my crimes years after I eliminated him from the Voltage Extreme Elimination Chamber, ending his reign. Or when it was Lucian Black somehow blaming me for his overall incompetence, robbing him of a King of Elite berth months earlier. No, I’ve heard this all before. More times than I care to put any energy into recalling. And time and time again I’ve been led to the proverbial gallows to face punishment, to the moment where I was supposed to beg for forgiveness, to apologise for the wrongs I had caused so many others. Yet I’ve never felt that feeling of your heart climbing into your mouth, that pit in your gut, my neck snapping before lights out. I’ve never had to apologise for crimes I’ve committed, never apologised for the trauma I put people through - whether it was physical or merely the mental struggles they endured through their ineptitude, their inability to overcome me, I still await for that moment of reckoning, that judgement day to arrive and for me to stand there waiting to finally answer them all.

And you’re the exception?

You’re the hand that casts down and finally forces Jamie O’Hara to answer.

You’re the man to bring forth my day of reckoning?

Delusional.

Stupidity.

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Who we think we are is often so different from reality. Like I said, reality is so often disappointing. My crime seems to be that upon my return I stole from you. The time, the attention from fans, from management; I stole the proverbial spotlight that shines down from you. It was something you believed you were building towards - some basic fundamental level of respect, of attention. It was all laid before you bare and I stole it. Apparently. Sadly for you it is impossible to steal from someone something they simply do not have. I took nothing but perhaps more appropriately I disrupted nothing. No momentum was built, no progression halted because I returned and walked back into the same spotlight I occupied for so long. Nobody was caring about what Lucas Johnson was doing week to week, month to month. Nobody went out of their way to listen to some cringeworthy promo that was borderline El Landerson in comprehension and quality or to simply watch you lose time and time again. Maybe, just maybe you were building towards something because even the meager progression one simple rung up the ladder but when you stand at the pinnacle like I do, on the apex seeing all around and below you, your kind of progress isn’t tied to whether or not I’m here, whether or not I decide to chase becoming a World Champion again. So if you stand here and pass your own incompetence to be anything more than a stain on any wrestling show onto me? No, that’s just shifting the blame onto just about anything you can latch onto it. No, that’s just Lucas Johnson too blind by his own undeserved arrogance to believe that there are just about a million other reasons for his failures, for his irrelevance, for the fact that he not only lacks a championship around his waist but for the last two and a half years has failed to even be a respectable and credible challenger to any champion he faced. Because you can bring up every time that you’ve contended, that you’ve been a contender and take solace in some moral victory in that but you remain...nothing. Because that’s what you have always been? Even when you were the New Breed Champion were you reduced to barely a fraction of the relevance, respect and opportunity to shine as the champion as someone of my grand calibur did - what so many others have had since you were last champion all those years ago. And isn’t that just disappointing? Isn’t that just a shame? That no matter how monumental that championship reign is built up in your mind, no matter how hard you have fought over the last two years to reclaim similar success, you remain this lowly imitation of a professional wrestler. Forever stagnated in with this mindset of always believing you’re bigger, grander, better than what reality constantly dictates.

Your spotlight?

You don’t realise what the spotlight is.

I am the spotlight.

The moment you step foot in the ring with me - just like every other young talent, every newcomer, every fledgling, every person with a name to make - do not walk into a spotlight. They merely stand in the presence of the illumination radiating from my fucking GREATNESS. I GIVE the insignificant the opportunity to make the most of the light that shines down on them. I. AM. THE. SPOTLIGHT. And for the precious few minutes that you get against me on Showdown? Enjoy it. Soak it up. Feel the warmth. Feel it. And make the most of it because you have proven - from your pathetic and laughable win/loss record in this company down to the absolute dumb cuntery bullshit you spew up - you’re never going to stand in it again and you most certainly will never become greatness. I will retire - literally fucking retire instead of coming back six months later - if the day arrives that Lucas Johnson reaches the pinnacle of this company because it’s on that day that I realise this company is fucking dead. But it’s your “killer instinct” now, isn’t it? Is your “killer instinct” going to be the difference between remaining in your less than mediocre reality and finally achieving that success you so desperately desire? No, no, no. Killer instinct isn’t something someone finally finds. It isn’t something they need to bring attention to either. It’s exists in harmony with every waking thought that occupies their mind; it’s natural, as habitual as breathing itself. Killer instinct just doesn’t show up one day and fade away the next; it doesn’t appear just because you will it into existence. For you, this concept of killer instinct is nothing more than a desperate attempt to bridge the grand canyon of skill, of success, of experience, of everything that you just cannot bring to the table against someone of my status. Even then, it doesn’t exist. Killer instinct isn’t anything more than a chest-puffing idea that doesn’t do anything but give them the hope that their opponents would be shaking in their boots. … ...this is it? Really? :mjlol: But it shouldn’t come at a surprise as some original thought has been non-existent in just about every bit of rubbish that has spilled out thus far and I don’t expect that to change. I’m supposed to believe that this “Killer Instinct”, on my “Day of Reckoning” is going to be the worst night of my life, where my life unravels, where I can’t provide, where my wife isn’t going to love me anymore. And because I took from you something you never had. Something you never held. Something that you were never going to achieve in this lifetime or the next. But hold onto that. I fucking LOVE nightmares Lucas and I want you to build up everything in that 2x2” brain of yours just so when when you walk into my spotlight, you walk into that radiating heat, you’re burnt to a crisp. Maybe, just maybe this is the night that changes your life. Maybe this is the night that you come to realise that you cannot reach the pinnacle you hope to reach.

The one thing - THE ONE THING - that really leaves me scratching my head is that you’re going to defeat me so badly, ruin me so badly, that Cameron will “fall in love” with you?

Honestly, I fucking swear the smallest dicked cunts thirst for Cameron :lupe:

Shut the fuck up and go toss your spuds and snag into a sock like the lonely cunt you are.

 
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