Youâre right, Akari. I am all members of Silas World rolled up into one. Donny Dukeâs skill, Harper Leeâs determination, Pandora Paisleyâs brutality â I possess everything theyâve got. You said that you didnât ask your side characters for some assistance because you said you could do it yourself. I want you to replay that last sentence one more time. I really want you to listen to the verbiage I used there. In fact, hire someone to transcribe it if you couldnât understand it. See, thereâs a VERY IMPORTANT distinction between actually doing something and saying you are. You said you could do it on your own, but as time has shown time and time again â you couldnât. You couldnât be the Hero you wanted to be at King of Elite. You couldnât be the Hero you wanted to be at Reasonable Doubt. You sure as hell wonât be the Hero you want to be at Grand Rampage. When the odds are clean, when the path is clear, when the story writes itself in a way that makes you look like the âheroâ youâve convinced yourself you are. But thatâs not what this is, Akari! Thatâs not who you are. This isnât some fairytale. This isnât a stage where everything bends to your will so you can stand tall at the end and call it destiny. THIS is where things go wrong for a wannabe do-gooder such as yourself. THIS is where plans like yours fall apart, where your timing betrays you, where the very people youâve been trying to outshine for months, even years on end become the reason you donât make it to the finish line. When that happens, because it will, you wonât rise above it! You wonât adapt to it! Youâll just crumble beneath it. Thatâs been your pattern your entire career and that wonât be magically changing at Grand Rampage. You talk about doing things by your lonesome as if itâs some sort of badge of honor, like refusing help makes you stronger, like isolating yourself and granting yourself a handicap somehow elevates you above everyone else in that match. All itâs ever done is expose you and make you look even stupider. Youâve shown that when the pressure mounts and the situation gets bigger than you can handle, youâve got nowhere to turn and no one you can rely on. That isnât strength, Akari! Thatâs the stubborn pride that has always been a pain in your side. Thatâs the reason you canât win when you want to the most. You donât make use of your surroundings and the people you keep close to you. Just because Iâm not an idiot like you and I do in fact utilize those close to me, that doesnât make you lesser than you. It makes me better than you. Sure, maybe it doesnât make me morally superior to you. Then again, I couldnât give less of a shit about moral superiority. Iâm not here for that. Iâm here to be superior in every shape and form. Youâve confused independence with superiority, truly believing that trying to do something alone proves something, like it elevates you somehow. All it really does is limit you. It puts a ceiling over your head, and every single time youâre perceived to be on the brink of pushing past that ceiling, you hit your head and fall right back down.
I think itâs funny you referred to me as âyour bitchâ â quite the odd phrasing, but you are also an odd individual. I mean, do you honestly think that Vincent Mondrian is anyoneâs bitch or is your already microscopic brain still scrambling to dwindle the name of Vincent Mondrian? I think itâs funny you referred to me as âyour bitchâ considering the fact that youâve mentioned my name at least once or twice in nearly every single one of your videos. It seems youâre obsessed with me, Akari. Youâre obsessed and I understand why. You want to be me. You want to reach superstardom that I am soon to accomplish at Grand Rampage, but you canât because nobody wants to back you. You canât reach the heights I am going to reach because youâre too stuck in your own stupid head and canât get out. I understand, Akari. Your obsession with my name makes me believe you have some sort of crush on me! Thatâs fine by me, Kiyoko. I understand why you feel that way, but do understand that I am going to crush you this weekend. I am going to drag you through hell and back and ensure that my name doesnât just land amongst the stars â it becomes the very center of them. You can talk about your desires all you want, Akari. In the end, your desires wonât be enough to push past me.
Same thing goes for your doofus partner in Damien Kutcher. He wants to be someone heâs not, he wants to be someone other than the backup dancer that has no ability to make it past being someone other than that one backup dancer nobody really pays attention to. Thatâs the uncomfortable truth you keep on trying to run from, isnât it, Damien? No matter how loud you try to be, no matter how hard you try to insert yourself into situations you donât control, no matter how hard you try to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with people who actually dictate the outcome⌠Youâre still background noise. Youâre a supporting role pretending it is ready to lead the story. However, you should already know this business doesnât promote extras into protagonists just because they start trying to act like it on camera. You saw how it was when you fought me in that fatal four way, Damien. You had no answer to Vincent Mondrian. You had no way of responding to Vincent Mondrian. All you had was bullshit narratives to spill and ridiculous attempts at stopping what was already written in the sand. Youâve been given chance after chance to earn that position, but instead, youâve been exposed as the fraud you really are. The worst part of it all is that it wasnât even a surprise. It wasnât some shocking revelation or sudden downfall on your part â it was predictable. It was inevitable in the way a glass falling off a table is inevitable once itâs already been pushed too close to the edge. I feel as if youâre the only person who doesnât see it yet, Kutch. Youâre the only one who doesnât understand the fact that youâre not only behind Akari, but youâre behind him by miles. Everything these fools in this match are trying to say I am, it all falls true on you. Youâre a useless lackey that does nothing but try to outshine his superior, only to make himself look like an even bigger idiot. I mean, what is it that you even do, Damien? While Akari is getting (wrongful) endorsements from washed up legends, youâre sitting in the back, watching it all unfold. While Akari is trying to make a name for himself (and failing), youâre not even trying. I remember being in the back, completely disgusted that you were Daryl Kinkadeâs first ever opponent as National Elite Champion. Some even said you almost won, some even thought you were going to win it all. But of course, just like your pathetic âmirrorâ, you failed. You fell through and now youâre trying to make it back on your feet, hoping that a victory this weekend will put you back on your feet. Let me bring you back down to reality and be the first to tell you that you arenât going to be main eventing Pain For Pride. You arenât even going to be in the same locker room as the people main eventing that damn show. You know why? Itâs because youâre not good enough. Itâs because youâre not hungry enough. Itâs because you donât want this enough. You can try to prove me wrong all youâd like, but as soon as you do? Youâll have already been tossed out of the ring and sent back home.
That British piece of shit Halsey Neel can count on feeling the same thing. First, Iâll break her boy toy and then Iâll break her into little pieces just the same. She thinks that for some odd, disgusting reason â she is the only worthy one. The fact that she thinks sheâs worthy in any shape or form is already disgusting enough to begin with. But to add on the concept of her being the âonlyâ one? Thatâs further blasphemy I wish not to hear ever again. Because that kind of thinking, Halsey Neelâs kind of thinking, is exactly what gets people like her killed in this business. This weird sense of self-appointed importance, that inflated sense of exclusivity like the entire landscape just revolves around her existence and her alone. I donât give a shit who you are to Pandora nor do I give a shit who you are to Silas â youâre trying to take food from my starving mouth and Iâm going to do what I do best, Halsey. Iâm going to bite until my opponent has no more flesh for me to tear. When that moment comes, it wonât matter how âworthyâ you thought you were. It wonât matter who you were connected to, who you stood beside, or what image you tried to project into this match. All of that is crumbled and tossed aside when you step into that ring. Get ready, Halsey â youâre going to meet a real âRipperâ.
Now. What is it those geeks like to say all the time? Ah, thatâs right.
Itâs Showtime.
