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...if you were paying attention, POP, hunger doesn't mean shit. Impy said so!
And I must have something still not right with my head, because Impact is still swept up in whatever Charlie Marr is. Now, I thought it'd be different after a tag team match. I thought he might've rubbed Imp's ego the wrong way, spewing his volatile cunts and whatnot. I chalked it up to just Imp being Imp when someone clearly lesser tries to prove that they're not and gets chopped into oblivion by a wordsmith... but we're talking about Impact, here. But he's still wrapped up in his butt party. Interesting. I'm not against it, y'all can settle y'all's shit in the chamber. But I would just like my confusion to be stated on record.
Continuing.
POP! A tad tardy, aren't you... tsk, tsk... That's not gonna cut it around here no more. Yeah that's right, I'm the champion of frequency now! Me! I get up early on grab a camera guy and be like, "Hey! We gotta promo!" And he comes and videotapes me! While I'm talking! And I do it a lot now! But I like where your heads at bucko. We do get caught up in predatory bullshit. A lot of testosterone is what it is. Between you and me POP, I think Charlie has a little too much of that for his own good. That is an example of someone who is trying to make up for the fact that he ain't shit with some mask of angry, do-better-ness... whatever it is. But this is about survival. That it is! Charlie Marr could show the world that he's "better" than Impact. Pins him! He's better than Rex and LC, too! Pins those two! And obviously POP already got eliminated, but sometimes you're just not quick enough to the punch to get out the weakest link. So here Charlie Mom is, all puffed up chest, "I'm the best, cunty cunty fuck fuck," and out comes Darylsaurus, gets 'em in... Daryl's BIG MOVE! And boom bang, he's immediately back to where Charlie Marr was before: below his tag team partner. All because he got too agro.
Just a scenario. One of the many you said existed, POP.
Let me just get you down to size right now POP. I've said it before, and I'll say it in another flavor now: you're not good enough. Plain and simple. I know the feeling, POP. I've had a few competitors go against me that had a lot more firepower in their arsenal. It's quite daunting, to a certain extent. Sure, I know my stuff is as good as anyone else, but I've had matches where my stuff was meant with just as good as stuff, with some more stuff added on. It's scary to wake up the next day and not know you're good enough... I'd assume. I always know that my skill is on par with those who have just a little bit more daunting skill. And then the first exchange happens and I realize I can beat them down like Charlie Marr on a Wednesday: with ease. But you, POP. You might not even beat Charlie Marr on a Sunday! And that's probably discomforting for you. And I know, I know, you've kind of been my punching bag around these parts, but, y'know, I'm a little bit more comfortable with your name. You even said extremist, and I like talking to that group a lot more than the Action Party All-Stars that are also in this match.
But here's where I'm conflicted.
So you got POP-Not-Good-Enough in this match, and then you got a guy like Impact. Clearly better than Charlie Marr, and probably better than POP. And he's just... dropping the ball. And he can dribble sure, but it's the wrong court, champ. You just keep throwing up shots to fuckheads that don't the deserve the light out day besides the fact that you're contractually obligated to rip them a new asshole for a paycheck and accolades. I'm just confused is all. Don't color me displeased, though, an Impact with a vendetta, blinded by some nobody who has the same mask on as thousands that have stepped in EAW before him, is an Impact that isn't focusing on what matters. And I'm all for a distracted felon. I'd rather someone else be the victim than I.
No, it matters, Rex. Fear does matter. But I think your mind is wired a bit differently than mine, so let me try to string the dots together for you. You're still you. Fear doesn't effect what you can do. No, you can still beat me "fair and square" -- imagine I had some stupid glasses on, protruded out my teeth and went nasal -- always can. Hell, even Charlie Marr can beat Daryl once in a while. Your abilities are the same, fear or not. But I said it to POP, there used to be a time where I'd have a man be on the other side of me and I'd have a little wiggle in my cock. By asshole would get a little tight.
It's literally only DDD. DDD has been the only extremist where I got a little scared, there I said it. Fuck DDD, I would've beat his ass if I didn't get fired after.
And since then, that hasn't happened. If that man was in front of me now, that wouldn't happened. Especially in my incarnation now. Because now more than ever I know my ability. And you're all seeing it in this buildup to the big day. I'm now me. With no fear, Rex, you're still you. But with no fear in my head, my perspective changes. I realize what I'm capable of with no twitch in my dick. It's not about you, Rex. It never is. You hold the title and everybody forgets who you are. You do nothing in the psyche of any man. Perhaps you drone on a bit, but never, Rex, ever mistake your length for skill. And I am talking about dick size here, Rex.
It's not about you, Rex, you're right. Never has been. Never will be. It might be about that leverage, yes. And it doesn't matter that Impact has still been babbling in between "successfullness stints." I don't get to say anything compared to Impact. He's done whatever he's done, and I've done whatever I've done, everyone in this match has done something, that's why the fuck we're in it. That's not leverage on me. Marr saying cunt and saying he main evented Voltage isn't leverage. Daryl saying he sucks isn't leverage. Rex having a title isn't leverage, POP doing whatever POP does is not leverage.
I know how dense I am. I'm fucking dense. And I've seen everything in front of me. I've seen the field. I've seen Rex as many times as I've needed. I've seen POP. I've seen the tag team. I've seen Imp. I know what I need to know now. And I know that I'm truly above you all as it stands right now, and how I will stand at Road To Redemption -- LIVE IN MONTREAL, QUEBEC, CANADA! -- with no doubt about my ability to surpass five other men that are plotted, somewhat sideways, against me.
There's no doubt. There's no misused energy. There's no lack of hunger. There's no lack of objective skill. And there's nothing that any five of you tryhards can leverage above my head that will have me looking up. I'm all eyes forward, and all eyes are on me.
C'mon now, kiddies. It's not practice anymore.
And I must have something still not right with my head, because Impact is still swept up in whatever Charlie Marr is. Now, I thought it'd be different after a tag team match. I thought he might've rubbed Imp's ego the wrong way, spewing his volatile cunts and whatnot. I chalked it up to just Imp being Imp when someone clearly lesser tries to prove that they're not and gets chopped into oblivion by a wordsmith... but we're talking about Impact, here. But he's still wrapped up in his butt party. Interesting. I'm not against it, y'all can settle y'all's shit in the chamber. But I would just like my confusion to be stated on record.
Continuing.
POP! A tad tardy, aren't you... tsk, tsk... That's not gonna cut it around here no more. Yeah that's right, I'm the champion of frequency now! Me! I get up early on grab a camera guy and be like, "Hey! We gotta promo!" And he comes and videotapes me! While I'm talking! And I do it a lot now! But I like where your heads at bucko. We do get caught up in predatory bullshit. A lot of testosterone is what it is. Between you and me POP, I think Charlie has a little too much of that for his own good. That is an example of someone who is trying to make up for the fact that he ain't shit with some mask of angry, do-better-ness... whatever it is. But this is about survival. That it is! Charlie Marr could show the world that he's "better" than Impact. Pins him! He's better than Rex and LC, too! Pins those two! And obviously POP already got eliminated, but sometimes you're just not quick enough to the punch to get out the weakest link. So here Charlie Mom is, all puffed up chest, "I'm the best, cunty cunty fuck fuck," and out comes Darylsaurus, gets 'em in... Daryl's BIG MOVE! And boom bang, he's immediately back to where Charlie Marr was before: below his tag team partner. All because he got too agro.
Just a scenario. One of the many you said existed, POP.
Let me just get you down to size right now POP. I've said it before, and I'll say it in another flavor now: you're not good enough. Plain and simple. I know the feeling, POP. I've had a few competitors go against me that had a lot more firepower in their arsenal. It's quite daunting, to a certain extent. Sure, I know my stuff is as good as anyone else, but I've had matches where my stuff was meant with just as good as stuff, with some more stuff added on. It's scary to wake up the next day and not know you're good enough... I'd assume. I always know that my skill is on par with those who have just a little bit more daunting skill. And then the first exchange happens and I realize I can beat them down like Charlie Marr on a Wednesday: with ease. But you, POP. You might not even beat Charlie Marr on a Sunday! And that's probably discomforting for you. And I know, I know, you've kind of been my punching bag around these parts, but, y'know, I'm a little bit more comfortable with your name. You even said extremist, and I like talking to that group a lot more than the Action Party All-Stars that are also in this match.
But here's where I'm conflicted.
So you got POP-Not-Good-Enough in this match, and then you got a guy like Impact. Clearly better than Charlie Marr, and probably better than POP. And he's just... dropping the ball. And he can dribble sure, but it's the wrong court, champ. You just keep throwing up shots to fuckheads that don't the deserve the light out day besides the fact that you're contractually obligated to rip them a new asshole for a paycheck and accolades. I'm just confused is all. Don't color me displeased, though, an Impact with a vendetta, blinded by some nobody who has the same mask on as thousands that have stepped in EAW before him, is an Impact that isn't focusing on what matters. And I'm all for a distracted felon. I'd rather someone else be the victim than I.
No, it matters, Rex. Fear does matter. But I think your mind is wired a bit differently than mine, so let me try to string the dots together for you. You're still you. Fear doesn't effect what you can do. No, you can still beat me "fair and square" -- imagine I had some stupid glasses on, protruded out my teeth and went nasal -- always can. Hell, even Charlie Marr can beat Daryl once in a while. Your abilities are the same, fear or not. But I said it to POP, there used to be a time where I'd have a man be on the other side of me and I'd have a little wiggle in my cock. By asshole would get a little tight.
It's literally only DDD. DDD has been the only extremist where I got a little scared, there I said it. Fuck DDD, I would've beat his ass if I didn't get fired after.
And since then, that hasn't happened. If that man was in front of me now, that wouldn't happened. Especially in my incarnation now. Because now more than ever I know my ability. And you're all seeing it in this buildup to the big day. I'm now me. With no fear, Rex, you're still you. But with no fear in my head, my perspective changes. I realize what I'm capable of with no twitch in my dick. It's not about you, Rex. It never is. You hold the title and everybody forgets who you are. You do nothing in the psyche of any man. Perhaps you drone on a bit, but never, Rex, ever mistake your length for skill. And I am talking about dick size here, Rex.
It's not about you, Rex, you're right. Never has been. Never will be. It might be about that leverage, yes. And it doesn't matter that Impact has still been babbling in between "successfullness stints." I don't get to say anything compared to Impact. He's done whatever he's done, and I've done whatever I've done, everyone in this match has done something, that's why the fuck we're in it. That's not leverage on me. Marr saying cunt and saying he main evented Voltage isn't leverage. Daryl saying he sucks isn't leverage. Rex having a title isn't leverage, POP doing whatever POP does is not leverage.
I know how dense I am. I'm fucking dense. And I've seen everything in front of me. I've seen the field. I've seen Rex as many times as I've needed. I've seen POP. I've seen the tag team. I've seen Imp. I know what I need to know now. And I know that I'm truly above you all as it stands right now, and how I will stand at Road To Redemption -- LIVE IN MONTREAL, QUEBEC, CANADA! -- with no doubt about my ability to surpass five other men that are plotted, somewhat sideways, against me.
There's no doubt. There's no misused energy. There's no lack of hunger. There's no lack of objective skill. And there's nothing that any five of you tryhards can leverage above my head that will have me looking up. I'm all eyes forward, and all eyes are on me.
C'mon now, kiddies. It's not practice anymore.
