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Why do I persist, even when I don’t have to? There was a time not long ago when you’d have been laughed out of the room and mocked for predicting I’d be where I am today, but I kept the receipts. The naysayers weren’t just pundits, they included virtually the entire EAW roster. They wanted me to be a gatekeeper, but that was never something I was going to be satisfied with, so every step I took, every match I had, drew me further toward the Answers World Championship. Instead of gatekeep, I wanted to be the guy who bathed in the riches past the gate, the brass ring the gatekeeper tries to keep you from reaching. I inched and clawed — even with a legacy that was set in stone and a career that couldn’t be duplicated — to get back to being the best elitist in the company. If Showdown goes to war, I’m the General they march onto the battlefield with, and as of today nobody’s outshooting me on that goddamn war zone. When Alex Myers talks about working his hardest to get a statement moment at my expense, he’s preaching to the fucking choir. I don’t understand what you’re trying to accomplish? The only one that’s been playing twister this week is you, Alex. I’ve been in your position before, you have NEVER been in my position. I know exactly what’s racing through the mind of Alex Myers and I know how determined you are to prove you’re different. Even so, that doesn’t mean ANYTHING to me, because MY motivation, MY ambition is still greater than yours, and that’s what separates me from everyone else — the fact that I still have the passion to go in there and not disregard a challenger like you when I easily could, the fact that I’ve taken you seriously all week long because I know every single opponent I face is a threat, but when I’m locked in and focused like I am now, I’m the bigger threat. I’m the one with the strongest motivation. I’m the veteran who still feels he has something to prove, even though that makes sense to nobody but me. Alex Myers may very well be different, and I already said Alex is probably going to look half-way decent on Showdown because that’s how matches typically unfold regardless since the margin for error in EAW is so minimal, but Alex is going to find out on Showdown that I’m more than the accumulation of my championships. I’m more than a legacy. I’m a guy who wrestles not because I have to, not because I need to, but because I WANT to, and I’ve maintained that desire for a longer sustained stretch overall than anybody in the history of this company. I don’t have financial anxieties. I’m not beholden to any of the bigwigs to stay here. I do it because I want to challenge myself to continue to be the best and defy all logic that says I can’t. It’s EAW, Alex, everybody’s different, but you’re going to find out on Showdown everybody’s not equal.
I never disparaged the New Breed Championship. I never questioned the prestige of the New Breed Championship. I literally began this week’s exchange by saying “I love the New Breed Championship.” Pay attention to me, Alex. It’s true that the holders of any championship determine its prestige, but just because a championship was worn by a less worthy champion doesn’t necessarily make it any less highly sought after. There’s been World Champions in the past who flamed out, never mind New Breed Champions. All the World Championships are still widely held in the same regard and the most sought-after prizes in the industry. Nowhere did I shit on the New Breed Championship, I even said I was willing to make Showdown title versus title if the suits scheduling the matches saw it fit, because I’m a confident fighting champion who’s unafraid to stake everything on the line and make the kind of sacrifices other champions are too cowardly to do themselves. It’s not about fairytales? Unless, of course, it’s another make-believe episode of The Alex Myers Show. The New Breed Championship means something, but it doesn’t mean anything more than its incumbent champion allows it to mean. The champion legitimizes, or delegitimizes, the championship they hold. My point I was making, which you clearly missed and conflated with the idea that the championship itself is meaningless just because most of the people to wear it end up flaming out, is that EAW and its champions should be based on merit. Just because it’s called the New Breed Championship doesn’t veterans should be barred from competing for it, and just because World Championships are typically won by elitists who have established a little bit of tenure doesn’t mean rookies should be disqualified from competing for them. I’m actually arguing in favor of people like Alex Myers being able to compete for my Answers World Championship, and he thinks I’m somehow railing against him and the prestige of the New Breed Championship. It’s easy to doubt your attempt at a “statement win” when the only real statement you’ve made all week, inadvertently, is that you’re insecure and clearly fighting some sort of sad inferiority complex.
Against the likes of Ruler and Aurora, you’re in your element. A successful championship defense at Pain for Pride is no joke, and you’re in a relatively exclusive club of wrestlers who have managed to achieve that, but against me, you are clearly out of your element and that’s going to follow you into Showdown until you’re left with nothing but a loss and confusion of where you erred. I’m glad you’re not threatened by my words, Alex. I don’t need to describe in vivid detail how thoroughly I’m going to maim and disfigure you beyond recognition on Showdown in order for my threats to be valid. Somebody’s never heard of the expression “speak softly and carry a big stick,” but I don’t really do that, either, do I? I talk with the biggest point to prove — the point to myself — and then I act on those intentions inside the ring, uninhibited by the perceptions other people may or may not have of me, good and bad. That’s why all your dedication and commitment won’t stand a chance against mine, Alex. You’re in a fledgling stage of your career where you’re still listening to the voices. You don’t have to be. Your limited experience doesn’t mean you’re required to care about what people think of you, but that’s something most elitists are still so invested in regardless of their seniority in the game, so I understand. I also understand my ability to ignore that noise when I’m between the ropes and harness the greatest motivation of all — that which exists internally — is the biggest separating factor that makes me a winner, and will still make me a winner on Showdown.
I’m no stranger to unpredictability. The peaks and valleys of my career prove that. I’ve been the victim of the unpredictable, and far more often I’ve been the beneficiary of the unthinkable because of the same unrivaled willpower that’s going to leave you searching for answers on Showdown. You say you don’t consider yourself an underdog or me a “big bad,” yet in the next breath you refer to yourself as someone who is “looked down upon.” Looked down upon by who, exactly? I’m not treating Alex Myers any differently than any other opponent I’ve faced in EAW. I have a dialogue with them and I analyze and dissect their words and they return the favor. The cycle doesn’t stop for Alex Myers. I’m treating Showdown like I’m defending the Answers World Championship, because that mentality means I can’t be caught unguarded. With that aside, relying on “the unpredictability factor” win against me is a bold-ass strategy, but I respect the honesty because it’s a quiet admission that a rabbit being pulled out of a hat is your only chance of being able to beat me on Showdown and that you have no other hope to cling to. You shit on Ryan Wilson because he was allegedly doing the New Breed Championship a disservice and somehow hurting its prestige. Last week, you were the unwilling beneficiary of interference, and though that wasn’t Antonne’s intention, that was the reality. So you’re the “New Breed Savior”, the person who’s supposedly restoring prestige to the championship, yet you’re still failing to decisively beat your predecessors, somebody who you’ve represented as somehow being lesser than you because of his level of experience. You’d think you were steamrolling guys and yet you’re barely grazing by. Another self-titled savior falls victim to the one stage he can’t pull the wool over anybody’s eyes and has to put up or shut the fuck up — the ring. That’s what we call a false prophet.
The “New Breed” is just a name. It doesn’t actually mean anything. It’s not an umbrella meant to cover a special group of people. Experience levels are not prerequisites for competing for titles. The title was originally called the Alternative X Championship when it was introduced, it’s just a fucking title. And titles mean something, yes. It always means something to be champion, but confining your competition to a box almost makes it seem like you’re just trying to retain the title against lesser foes because you know in your heart of hearts you’d struggle to fucking hack it against elitists who are actually worth a shit. I’M the rambler, but Alex Myers is the person whose gotta reiterate slight alterations of the same fucking thing three times to get his point across. Bro found a new meaning, a new purpose, a new hope, a new trajectory, a new will to live when he broke down EAW’s door! Sit the fuck down. I don’t need to hear that bleeding-heart bullshit more than once. Any reasoning to it? This is Elite Answers WRESTLING, this ain’t Elite Answers Handholding. You talk and it gets scrutinized by your opponent. That’s the recipe that makes this whole shit work, and I’m the straw that stirs the drink, shout out Reggie Jackson, 563 homers baby. /Air quotes, mock voice / “I know I deserve this match,” slow down, playa, you don’t deserve SHIT. You’re a good wrestler inside the ring, that’s unquestionably true, but nobody’s entitled to ANYTHING in EAW regardless of how much you think you’ve earned your stripes. I didn’t deserve to compete for the Answers World Championship at Pain for Pride, I had to go out and fucking earn it by outlasting and beating twenty-nine other elitists in the Grand Rampage. Who’d you beat to be able to challenge me? Oh yeah, you escaped Ryan Wilson, an unworthy former New Breed Champion by Alex’s measure, by a cunt hair. Not win — ESCAPED. And you think you deserve the right to step to me? Nah, that ain’t how this works. You deserve absolutely fucking nothing. I never get outraged about which opponent I’m scheduled against because I treat them all the same, and once again there’s no point pissing and moaning about inevitabilities. But to say you “deserve” it? Nah, fuck outta here. I’ve got no issue whatsoever with you wrestling against me on Showdown and all the smoke for your whining and entitlement. That’s going to be repaid thousandfold, punch by punch, until your ass gets thrown out of the club on Showdown and you’ve gotta resort to spreading more exclusionary propaganda about which wrestlers should qualify to compete for the New Breed Championship so you don’t fade back into irrelevancy. From “whenever I make a promise, I excel” to one asswhooping from Impact later and it’s “I’m a Microsoft Excel specialist” on a resume uploaded to Indeed.com. I’m exaggerating, but only slightly. The strength of a threat is the man who’s making it rather than the words themselves. “Fuck you” means nothing to me from Alex Myers. You said I might lose, and I’m just wondering, Alex, is that your win or is it Ryan Wilson’s win? Every single match, every single marquee, every Showdown, championship mentality — that’s not because of Alex Myers. That’s because of ME, the same way you’re going to lose on Showdown through no fault of your own, but because of ME, the same way you’re going to be exposed as the clearly inferior champion on Showdown, not because I’m holding the Answers World Championship and you’re holding the New Breed Championship, but because of ME. This is not about titles and the criteria you need to meet to compete for them. This is not about your motivation. This is about ME.
I never disparaged the New Breed Championship. I never questioned the prestige of the New Breed Championship. I literally began this week’s exchange by saying “I love the New Breed Championship.” Pay attention to me, Alex. It’s true that the holders of any championship determine its prestige, but just because a championship was worn by a less worthy champion doesn’t necessarily make it any less highly sought after. There’s been World Champions in the past who flamed out, never mind New Breed Champions. All the World Championships are still widely held in the same regard and the most sought-after prizes in the industry. Nowhere did I shit on the New Breed Championship, I even said I was willing to make Showdown title versus title if the suits scheduling the matches saw it fit, because I’m a confident fighting champion who’s unafraid to stake everything on the line and make the kind of sacrifices other champions are too cowardly to do themselves. It’s not about fairytales? Unless, of course, it’s another make-believe episode of The Alex Myers Show. The New Breed Championship means something, but it doesn’t mean anything more than its incumbent champion allows it to mean. The champion legitimizes, or delegitimizes, the championship they hold. My point I was making, which you clearly missed and conflated with the idea that the championship itself is meaningless just because most of the people to wear it end up flaming out, is that EAW and its champions should be based on merit. Just because it’s called the New Breed Championship doesn’t veterans should be barred from competing for it, and just because World Championships are typically won by elitists who have established a little bit of tenure doesn’t mean rookies should be disqualified from competing for them. I’m actually arguing in favor of people like Alex Myers being able to compete for my Answers World Championship, and he thinks I’m somehow railing against him and the prestige of the New Breed Championship. It’s easy to doubt your attempt at a “statement win” when the only real statement you’ve made all week, inadvertently, is that you’re insecure and clearly fighting some sort of sad inferiority complex.
Against the likes of Ruler and Aurora, you’re in your element. A successful championship defense at Pain for Pride is no joke, and you’re in a relatively exclusive club of wrestlers who have managed to achieve that, but against me, you are clearly out of your element and that’s going to follow you into Showdown until you’re left with nothing but a loss and confusion of where you erred. I’m glad you’re not threatened by my words, Alex. I don’t need to describe in vivid detail how thoroughly I’m going to maim and disfigure you beyond recognition on Showdown in order for my threats to be valid. Somebody’s never heard of the expression “speak softly and carry a big stick,” but I don’t really do that, either, do I? I talk with the biggest point to prove — the point to myself — and then I act on those intentions inside the ring, uninhibited by the perceptions other people may or may not have of me, good and bad. That’s why all your dedication and commitment won’t stand a chance against mine, Alex. You’re in a fledgling stage of your career where you’re still listening to the voices. You don’t have to be. Your limited experience doesn’t mean you’re required to care about what people think of you, but that’s something most elitists are still so invested in regardless of their seniority in the game, so I understand. I also understand my ability to ignore that noise when I’m between the ropes and harness the greatest motivation of all — that which exists internally — is the biggest separating factor that makes me a winner, and will still make me a winner on Showdown.
I’m no stranger to unpredictability. The peaks and valleys of my career prove that. I’ve been the victim of the unpredictable, and far more often I’ve been the beneficiary of the unthinkable because of the same unrivaled willpower that’s going to leave you searching for answers on Showdown. You say you don’t consider yourself an underdog or me a “big bad,” yet in the next breath you refer to yourself as someone who is “looked down upon.” Looked down upon by who, exactly? I’m not treating Alex Myers any differently than any other opponent I’ve faced in EAW. I have a dialogue with them and I analyze and dissect their words and they return the favor. The cycle doesn’t stop for Alex Myers. I’m treating Showdown like I’m defending the Answers World Championship, because that mentality means I can’t be caught unguarded. With that aside, relying on “the unpredictability factor” win against me is a bold-ass strategy, but I respect the honesty because it’s a quiet admission that a rabbit being pulled out of a hat is your only chance of being able to beat me on Showdown and that you have no other hope to cling to. You shit on Ryan Wilson because he was allegedly doing the New Breed Championship a disservice and somehow hurting its prestige. Last week, you were the unwilling beneficiary of interference, and though that wasn’t Antonne’s intention, that was the reality. So you’re the “New Breed Savior”, the person who’s supposedly restoring prestige to the championship, yet you’re still failing to decisively beat your predecessors, somebody who you’ve represented as somehow being lesser than you because of his level of experience. You’d think you were steamrolling guys and yet you’re barely grazing by. Another self-titled savior falls victim to the one stage he can’t pull the wool over anybody’s eyes and has to put up or shut the fuck up — the ring. That’s what we call a false prophet.
The “New Breed” is just a name. It doesn’t actually mean anything. It’s not an umbrella meant to cover a special group of people. Experience levels are not prerequisites for competing for titles. The title was originally called the Alternative X Championship when it was introduced, it’s just a fucking title. And titles mean something, yes. It always means something to be champion, but confining your competition to a box almost makes it seem like you’re just trying to retain the title against lesser foes because you know in your heart of hearts you’d struggle to fucking hack it against elitists who are actually worth a shit. I’M the rambler, but Alex Myers is the person whose gotta reiterate slight alterations of the same fucking thing three times to get his point across. Bro found a new meaning, a new purpose, a new hope, a new trajectory, a new will to live when he broke down EAW’s door! Sit the fuck down. I don’t need to hear that bleeding-heart bullshit more than once. Any reasoning to it? This is Elite Answers WRESTLING, this ain’t Elite Answers Handholding. You talk and it gets scrutinized by your opponent. That’s the recipe that makes this whole shit work, and I’m the straw that stirs the drink, shout out Reggie Jackson, 563 homers baby. /Air quotes, mock voice / “I know I deserve this match,” slow down, playa, you don’t deserve SHIT. You’re a good wrestler inside the ring, that’s unquestionably true, but nobody’s entitled to ANYTHING in EAW regardless of how much you think you’ve earned your stripes. I didn’t deserve to compete for the Answers World Championship at Pain for Pride, I had to go out and fucking earn it by outlasting and beating twenty-nine other elitists in the Grand Rampage. Who’d you beat to be able to challenge me? Oh yeah, you escaped Ryan Wilson, an unworthy former New Breed Champion by Alex’s measure, by a cunt hair. Not win — ESCAPED. And you think you deserve the right to step to me? Nah, that ain’t how this works. You deserve absolutely fucking nothing. I never get outraged about which opponent I’m scheduled against because I treat them all the same, and once again there’s no point pissing and moaning about inevitabilities. But to say you “deserve” it? Nah, fuck outta here. I’ve got no issue whatsoever with you wrestling against me on Showdown and all the smoke for your whining and entitlement. That’s going to be repaid thousandfold, punch by punch, until your ass gets thrown out of the club on Showdown and you’ve gotta resort to spreading more exclusionary propaganda about which wrestlers should qualify to compete for the New Breed Championship so you don’t fade back into irrelevancy. From “whenever I make a promise, I excel” to one asswhooping from Impact later and it’s “I’m a Microsoft Excel specialist” on a resume uploaded to Indeed.com. I’m exaggerating, but only slightly. The strength of a threat is the man who’s making it rather than the words themselves. “Fuck you” means nothing to me from Alex Myers. You said I might lose, and I’m just wondering, Alex, is that your win or is it Ryan Wilson’s win? Every single match, every single marquee, every Showdown, championship mentality — that’s not because of Alex Myers. That’s because of ME, the same way you’re going to lose on Showdown through no fault of your own, but because of ME, the same way you’re going to be exposed as the clearly inferior champion on Showdown, not because I’m holding the Answers World Championship and you’re holding the New Breed Championship, but because of ME. This is not about titles and the criteria you need to meet to compete for them. This is not about your motivation. This is about ME.
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