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All good things come to an end, or so we're told. No matter how perfect something is, if it had a beginning then the law of the universe says it must have an end. Sometimes that ending can come quickly. Violently, Unexpectedly. It comes as such a shock to everyone involved because it simply comes out of nowhere. Other endings just kind of happen. One minute everything seems fine and then without even realising, it's over. Finished. These are usually the kinder endings because no-one really gets hurt and everyone moves on, maybe not happily, but they move on none the less. If you're really lucky, if you're one of the fortunate few, you get to pick your own ending. You get to decide whether you fade away or go out in a blaze of glory. For those select few, there is no better feeling than writing your own ending. You get to decide when, where and how things will finish and ultimately, how the rest of the world remembers it.
There are some out there who believe the end is nigh for me. That this spectacular form I've been in over the last few months is well overdue and sudden drop and that that times is now. They saw what happened in the aftermath of Charlie and Osamu's match and they have come to the conclusion that this is the end for Daryl Kinkade. In fighting within MarrKade, the misguided belief that Osamu would be thankful that I stopped Charlie from breaking his neck and then being placed in a match with and the perennial thorn in my side, Jackson Blayde. This is it. This is the end of the double title run. Norfolk's Finest is about to come crashing back down to Earth with a sickening thud and all we be right again in EAW.
Well, I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but that just isn't how it's going to play out I'm afraid.
There are some very, very, short memories around these parts. Some very selective ones too. This isn't the first fight me and Charlie have had. It certainly isn't the first disagreement over how we approach a match and, frustratingly for all of you out there who are hoping that MarrKade finally implode and fuck off back to where we came, it won't be the last time we fall out either. On the road to Pain for Pride, I distanced myself from a of his misogynistic and homophobic comments. He has never been a fan of my show of respect towards other members of the roster. We disagree wbout the best way to take down an opponent, training routines, diets, hell, we can't even agree on what topping to have on a pizza when we both freely admit that Pepperoni is the only way to go! The point is, me and Charlie are polar opposites of each other but that's what makes this work. We compliment and counter balance each other. Preparing to face us is a challenge. Do you focus on the controlled frenzy of Charlie or the technical prowess of myself? The unbridled rage of Charlie or the aerial assault from me? We are Unified Tag Team Champions for a reason and that first word is the reason why. Unified. It doesn't matter what has been thrown at us in the past or what will be throw at us in the future, we stand together. POP has come closest to splitting us up, but failed miserably. If he'd succeeded, maybe this title would still be around his waist and not mine and maybe he'd be the one defending against Osamu.
Osamu. What happened? The guy I faced in NEO was a good guy. Like me, he had respect for his opponents. He may have thought himself superior, but he still respected the challenge. That Osamu would never have considered doing what you did on Sunday. That Osamu may not have been overly thrilled about being saved by someone else, but he would have at least had the decency to say thanks. So what happened? What made you decide that the best way to repay a guy who had just stopped his brother breaking your goddam neck, was to drop me onto a fucking chair? Embarrassment? Is that it? Did I somehow shame you by making sure you can still walk? Should I have let Charlie fuck you up so you can't have a crack at taking this belt off me? Or, and more likely, is it because you're scared of me? You fought your hardest against Charlie, you gave him all you've got and he came out on top. He battered you, beat you and, if not for my intervention, would have ended your career. Does it scare you to think that the guy I beat for this title last week absorbed everything you had and still kept going? He couldn't beat me and you couldn't beat him. You were defenceless against Charlie and yet he stopped because I asked him too. That must be tough to take Osamu. Especially as next week you have to do it again. Oh yes, you may have back up and yes it may be someone who seems to have my number, but it's also someone who's leg you tried to break in an attempt to send a message to me and Charlie a couple of weeks ago. I know wha I'd do if I was forced to team with a guy who did that to me, but hey, that's just me. I'm sure Jackson and his new business associate will do what is best for them and what's best for him is a win, so I'm sure you're safe. Fingers crossed Jackson is at good at putting disagreements behind him as me and Charlie are, hey Osamu.
Of course, it's not all been doom and gloom this week. Nope, this week saw the first real statement of intent from a team to try and take the tag titles from us. Strange how no-one was that interested in trying until me and Charlie had our little disagreement...Anyway, The Dragon Slayers. Sam and Mike. Hey guys, long time no see. When was it last? Oh yeah, when we were kicking your ass all the way to Pain for Pride and back. It seems like you've been taking up residence in Xander Payne's land of delusion, because what you spouted on Showdown was hilarious. You think you're a better team than us? You think you have what it takes to beat us? Really? Guys, you've not come close to beating us in a single one of our matches. The only victory you have over MarrKade was a fluke pin in a triple threat match. To believe that you have a shred of hope facing us, is quite frankly, ridiculous. Even now, with things seemingly up in the air in the MarrKade camp, you guys aren't on out level. Never have been, never will be.
There are some out there who believe the end is nigh for me. That this spectacular form I've been in over the last few months is well overdue and sudden drop and that that times is now. They saw what happened in the aftermath of Charlie and Osamu's match and they have come to the conclusion that this is the end for Daryl Kinkade. In fighting within MarrKade, the misguided belief that Osamu would be thankful that I stopped Charlie from breaking his neck and then being placed in a match with and the perennial thorn in my side, Jackson Blayde. This is it. This is the end of the double title run. Norfolk's Finest is about to come crashing back down to Earth with a sickening thud and all we be right again in EAW.
Well, I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but that just isn't how it's going to play out I'm afraid.
There are some very, very, short memories around these parts. Some very selective ones too. This isn't the first fight me and Charlie have had. It certainly isn't the first disagreement over how we approach a match and, frustratingly for all of you out there who are hoping that MarrKade finally implode and fuck off back to where we came, it won't be the last time we fall out either. On the road to Pain for Pride, I distanced myself from a of his misogynistic and homophobic comments. He has never been a fan of my show of respect towards other members of the roster. We disagree wbout the best way to take down an opponent, training routines, diets, hell, we can't even agree on what topping to have on a pizza when we both freely admit that Pepperoni is the only way to go! The point is, me and Charlie are polar opposites of each other but that's what makes this work. We compliment and counter balance each other. Preparing to face us is a challenge. Do you focus on the controlled frenzy of Charlie or the technical prowess of myself? The unbridled rage of Charlie or the aerial assault from me? We are Unified Tag Team Champions for a reason and that first word is the reason why. Unified. It doesn't matter what has been thrown at us in the past or what will be throw at us in the future, we stand together. POP has come closest to splitting us up, but failed miserably. If he'd succeeded, maybe this title would still be around his waist and not mine and maybe he'd be the one defending against Osamu.
Osamu. What happened? The guy I faced in NEO was a good guy. Like me, he had respect for his opponents. He may have thought himself superior, but he still respected the challenge. That Osamu would never have considered doing what you did on Sunday. That Osamu may not have been overly thrilled about being saved by someone else, but he would have at least had the decency to say thanks. So what happened? What made you decide that the best way to repay a guy who had just stopped his brother breaking your goddam neck, was to drop me onto a fucking chair? Embarrassment? Is that it? Did I somehow shame you by making sure you can still walk? Should I have let Charlie fuck you up so you can't have a crack at taking this belt off me? Or, and more likely, is it because you're scared of me? You fought your hardest against Charlie, you gave him all you've got and he came out on top. He battered you, beat you and, if not for my intervention, would have ended your career. Does it scare you to think that the guy I beat for this title last week absorbed everything you had and still kept going? He couldn't beat me and you couldn't beat him. You were defenceless against Charlie and yet he stopped because I asked him too. That must be tough to take Osamu. Especially as next week you have to do it again. Oh yes, you may have back up and yes it may be someone who seems to have my number, but it's also someone who's leg you tried to break in an attempt to send a message to me and Charlie a couple of weeks ago. I know wha I'd do if I was forced to team with a guy who did that to me, but hey, that's just me. I'm sure Jackson and his new business associate will do what is best for them and what's best for him is a win, so I'm sure you're safe. Fingers crossed Jackson is at good at putting disagreements behind him as me and Charlie are, hey Osamu.
Of course, it's not all been doom and gloom this week. Nope, this week saw the first real statement of intent from a team to try and take the tag titles from us. Strange how no-one was that interested in trying until me and Charlie had our little disagreement...Anyway, The Dragon Slayers. Sam and Mike. Hey guys, long time no see. When was it last? Oh yeah, when we were kicking your ass all the way to Pain for Pride and back. It seems like you've been taking up residence in Xander Payne's land of delusion, because what you spouted on Showdown was hilarious. You think you're a better team than us? You think you have what it takes to beat us? Really? Guys, you've not come close to beating us in a single one of our matches. The only victory you have over MarrKade was a fluke pin in a triple threat match. To believe that you have a shred of hope facing us, is quite frankly, ridiculous. Even now, with things seemingly up in the air in the MarrKade camp, you guys aren't on out level. Never have been, never will be.
