- Messages
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Kirk Redwood didn’t need to correct himself because he was right the first time. For you, I might as well be the grim reaper with a scythe over your neck as an omen and that’s why you’ve been behaving so frantically. You’re nothing like the Visual Prophet I know who would just run away when my back wasn’t turned. What happened to that guy? That was the main reason everyone tuned into Showdown back in July, in case you were wondering. You’re like a prisoner on death row who knows his upcoming day of execution, but the main difference is that they’re resigned to their fate, more concerned about what comes after while you’re squirming around trying to find a way out of it. Reasonable Doubt’s ending with my victory as the final image was only a small preview of what’s going to happen at Grand Rampage. All the competitors in that steel cage match are going to breathe a huge sigh of relief and thank whatever God they believe in that they don’t have to compete in this match that will resemble more of a prolonged beatdown. They don’t have to endure the levels of agony that will leave you wondering if it was even worth it to sign up to become a professional wrestler if you needed to stand between me and the glory I’m going to claim. You had all this time to prepare to fight me, but you should have saved your energy and focused on preparing for what you’re going to do next. Finding a list of suitable candidates because you’re going back to making failed tag teams to prop yourself up. You thought you had an eye for talent when you picked Astraea Jordan and an apathetic SOSA Henderson so why would you looking down on me ever be meant to be intimidating when that always seems to blow up in your face. If you don’t trust me when I say I’m the best, then I should take that as your real blessing. You once asked me if wrestling is all I know because what you see before you is a Hall of Famer who still feels starvation. What you see before you is a man with multiple accolades who still has a single-minded determination toward his goal. I set my own standards to the point where my biggest enemy is myself and everyone else might as well be invisible. I don’t want to stay in place and for my dreams to only be what was in the past and not the future. I don’t want to reach middle age and to already wait for my death. In order to grow I will confront any wrestler who is put in front of me and they will realize they are lambs being led to slaughter for my dream. I told Pandora Paisley to look at the audience and to hear what they hear and feel what they feel. Now I ask you to do the same thing. And try to tell me with a straight face that your words won’t get drowned out by their voice. And your ambition won’t get drowned out by mine.
I didn’t come back to EAW for redemption. There wasn’t a day where I thought of coming back to a new generation to be seen in a new light and finally rid myself of any mistakes. My career could be permanently stained, but how I fight can’t be changed alongside it. Every time I pull back the curtain, and make my entrance to a thunderous roar, anyone with a one-sided hatred towards me sounds like a whisper in comparison. I can’t blame them for looking at me and seeing nothing but red when I can make my exit, find myself far removed from professional wrestling with varying degrees of success, and return to find myself still heads and shoulders above the competition. Even at my lowest point, my performances still edge out most people’s very best. I come back and dominate rising stars and the hastily put together narratives about them age badly and instead of coming to terms with the fact that they were never that good, they wait until I’m gone to say that I got lucky. Visual Prophet, you want to use an old list I was banned from to appease those mad I left against me, but then in the next breath argue their names wouldn’t be on that list if it was remade today like that’s supposed to insult me. But you’re going to learn what they learned. I was supposed to follow a simple story beat of walking back into a new landscape and realizing the competition is much more than I expected. Then, I would promptly walk out the front door. Almost like I was never there. There was no sleight of hand that kept my name alive even during my absence. Even when management tried their best to limit what I could accomplish, I still thrived in the small environment I was given and it blew up in their face. Names that were once considered cornerstones of EAW at one point no matter how hard this company scrubs away told me my time was over. Years later and they’ve become a punchline to a bad joke while I find myself in a ring with a man who thinks that can’t happen to him when it already has.
If I were you, I would always feel some form of bitterness no matter how much I stared at my Hall of Fame ring. When I won the World title at Pain for Pride, it felt like my eardrums were about to rupture because of all the applause that filled the arena. I looked around and the most common sight was audience members holding back tears because when my dream finally came true, theirs did as well. Your biggest moment at the biggest show of the year got overshadowed because not even wearing lingerie and winning the World Title was enough to prevent anyone from wanting to talk about if Drake King was going to show up the following week. If that was my crowning achievement then I guess I would understand why you would get so randomly distraught at Pain for Pride and cost yourself your match against Scott Diamond. The man I don’t like and have a storied rivalry with. The man who would have every reason to think EAW was conspiring against him by inserting me in your match. I took my job very seriously and learned from the very best to become an impartial referee and you took that away from me just like you want to chip away at my legacy. I was wrestling against so-called plumbers and factory workers when a steel chair thrown at your face full force still hurts the same no matter who is throwing it. Nobody sees getting sent into a flaming table any different whether it happened ten years ago or now, but that’s not what has you so riled up. It’s because in five minutes I can capture as much attention in my promoz as you can in ten and I don’t need to start talking about multiverses to do it. Kirk Redwood was given the opportunity to fight you right before the FPV and he was so shaken, he felt the need to talk about his personal life to try and draw strength and feel like he’s on the same level as you. Jon Kelton is telling you to dance one minute and is trying to get you to see him as a threat the next. You think you can do that to me, but I’ve been in the ring with you and I saw what your very best was when you tried to make an example out of me. I saw what your very best was when you tried to use me as a stepping stone because even though you were inducted into the Hall of Fame, that ring was seen as a goodbye from EAW to you. I know it’s not enough. You will never forget I won a bust of the year award and that’s fine with me. I will never forget that the commentators only mentioned I’m back and not a shell of my former self when I took Drake King to his limit. The world didn’t stand still when we fought in a steel cage because it knew no matter how much time had passed, you can’t beat a jorts wearing walkout artist with ring rust. Legends I know who are my friends, who were stubborn more than I ever could be to the point they clawed for their success years after anyone said they had a chance, told me this was a new environment and that walking out of it with my head held high wasn’t a guaranteed outcome. I said I was going to acclimate to it as if I was still young and the culmination of what I put my heart and soul to awaits me at Grand Rampage.
I didn’t come back to EAW for redemption. There wasn’t a day where I thought of coming back to a new generation to be seen in a new light and finally rid myself of any mistakes. My career could be permanently stained, but how I fight can’t be changed alongside it. Every time I pull back the curtain, and make my entrance to a thunderous roar, anyone with a one-sided hatred towards me sounds like a whisper in comparison. I can’t blame them for looking at me and seeing nothing but red when I can make my exit, find myself far removed from professional wrestling with varying degrees of success, and return to find myself still heads and shoulders above the competition. Even at my lowest point, my performances still edge out most people’s very best. I come back and dominate rising stars and the hastily put together narratives about them age badly and instead of coming to terms with the fact that they were never that good, they wait until I’m gone to say that I got lucky. Visual Prophet, you want to use an old list I was banned from to appease those mad I left against me, but then in the next breath argue their names wouldn’t be on that list if it was remade today like that’s supposed to insult me. But you’re going to learn what they learned. I was supposed to follow a simple story beat of walking back into a new landscape and realizing the competition is much more than I expected. Then, I would promptly walk out the front door. Almost like I was never there. There was no sleight of hand that kept my name alive even during my absence. Even when management tried their best to limit what I could accomplish, I still thrived in the small environment I was given and it blew up in their face. Names that were once considered cornerstones of EAW at one point no matter how hard this company scrubs away told me my time was over. Years later and they’ve become a punchline to a bad joke while I find myself in a ring with a man who thinks that can’t happen to him when it already has.
If I were you, I would always feel some form of bitterness no matter how much I stared at my Hall of Fame ring. When I won the World title at Pain for Pride, it felt like my eardrums were about to rupture because of all the applause that filled the arena. I looked around and the most common sight was audience members holding back tears because when my dream finally came true, theirs did as well. Your biggest moment at the biggest show of the year got overshadowed because not even wearing lingerie and winning the World Title was enough to prevent anyone from wanting to talk about if Drake King was going to show up the following week. If that was my crowning achievement then I guess I would understand why you would get so randomly distraught at Pain for Pride and cost yourself your match against Scott Diamond. The man I don’t like and have a storied rivalry with. The man who would have every reason to think EAW was conspiring against him by inserting me in your match. I took my job very seriously and learned from the very best to become an impartial referee and you took that away from me just like you want to chip away at my legacy. I was wrestling against so-called plumbers and factory workers when a steel chair thrown at your face full force still hurts the same no matter who is throwing it. Nobody sees getting sent into a flaming table any different whether it happened ten years ago or now, but that’s not what has you so riled up. It’s because in five minutes I can capture as much attention in my promoz as you can in ten and I don’t need to start talking about multiverses to do it. Kirk Redwood was given the opportunity to fight you right before the FPV and he was so shaken, he felt the need to talk about his personal life to try and draw strength and feel like he’s on the same level as you. Jon Kelton is telling you to dance one minute and is trying to get you to see him as a threat the next. You think you can do that to me, but I’ve been in the ring with you and I saw what your very best was when you tried to make an example out of me. I saw what your very best was when you tried to use me as a stepping stone because even though you were inducted into the Hall of Fame, that ring was seen as a goodbye from EAW to you. I know it’s not enough. You will never forget I won a bust of the year award and that’s fine with me. I will never forget that the commentators only mentioned I’m back and not a shell of my former self when I took Drake King to his limit. The world didn’t stand still when we fought in a steel cage because it knew no matter how much time had passed, you can’t beat a jorts wearing walkout artist with ring rust. Legends I know who are my friends, who were stubborn more than I ever could be to the point they clawed for their success years after anyone said they had a chance, told me this was a new environment and that walking out of it with my head held high wasn’t a guaranteed outcome. I said I was going to acclimate to it as if I was still young and the culmination of what I put my heart and soul to awaits me at Grand Rampage.
