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Whatever it takes.
A lot of people hear that and they think it’s an expression of resilience. They think it means they’ll endure anything their opponent throws at them or some other heroic acts of bullshit. I’ve been clear from the start: there is nothing I will not do to bring a championship home. And some days, that takes the form of surviving whatever the hell is thrown my way. Sometimes, that means picking at the body of an opponent who’s already been attacked. Sometimes…it means making sure there is no competition. As we head towards Operation: Doomsday, it seems that too many have begun to think that I’ve gone soft. They think my recent stumbles are indicative of where I’ll be for the rest of my career. But David, Holly, I need you to understand exactly who you’re in that fucking with because I sure as hell know who you are.
David, a couple months back at King of Elite, do you remember what happened? It took two of you to take me out of that fucking match. It wasn’t a solo operation, you and Mia needed needed to take me out. And I’ll give you both credit, combined, you did the job and stopped me just long enough for Effy to win. But you made a stupid mistake in that match. You let your guard down around Mia, the biggest snake in the grass in that match. And what was the result? She took you right out without a second thought. This projection of this wise man, the man who sees more than us, the man who is stronger than us, it’s all an illusion. An impressive one, but it’s still bullshit. You are as stupid and vulnerable as anybody else. So what happens when we strip away the mystique? What happens when I walk into Operation: Doomsday and smash your fucking head in? Nothing. Because nobody has bought into it from the start.
When we were in that tag team match, you waited for me to do the work so you could take the win. Probably because you hoped that a pinfall would bring some confidence. But you’re a top tier rat kid. You had to jump me at some point or else you’d have to face me at a hundred percent…which you know would result in me tearing out your throat. News flash though, I’m better than okay. Hell, I feel like a killing machine. Turn me loose and I won’t ever be the same. The moment you stuck yourself in between me and my goals was the moment you stuck a loaded gun in your mouth. You probably thought I would walk down to that ring and wail and moan, but this is more that jus business. This is a lifeline. Whatever opportunity is waiting for the winner will be mine. When I pull the trigger and blow your shit clean off this weekend, I don’t want to hear you again. Not another monologue, not another symphony of dogshit that you want to spew. I don’t need respect from you kid, I need you out of my way.
Same for you Holly. Last time you were on a marquee event, you ended up being a victim to Drake King. As he kicked you over and over, as he hit that coast to coast, as he hit a powerbomb, and the finished you off with the falcon arrow…it’s enough to make me laugh. Am even fight comes down to a blade of difference, a single shot that determines who lives and who dies. Up against Drake, you were smashed into pieces in the end. And though they called it a good comeback, you left that match getting annihilated. You’re not somebody who’s walking into this match with fresh eyes either. You’ve been here long enough to know that an ending like that is an embarrassment. If you can handle that level of aggression, if you can’t handle that kind of hate, then you will gilded up and put away before you get a chance to wonder who you pissed off.
Unlike David, I don’t dislike you. I don’t like you either. You are an obstacle. Someone who unknowingly stepped in the path of a hurricane. David might be big, but he’s about the same threat level as a tree falling in the forest. Nobody hears him and nobody gives a shit. You on the other hand, you’ve been up against the best wrestlers in this company. Just like me, you’ve got heads on your wall that would surprise most people. But when I think of you Holly, I don’t think of somebody who can tolerate pain. I think of somebody who falls apart under pressure. I think of somebody who can get ratio’d by an opponent. Unlike Drake, I’m not going to smack the shit out of you just because I’m in a mood. I’m going to smash your head in because you’re in the way like David. I’m not the type to light a small flame and pray for a fire to catch. I burn hot and bring buildings down. Sometimes they collapse on me, but that’s just my nature.
I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve had my share of fuckups and mistakes. Sometimes, I’ve looked past what was right in my face. This time though, I see my opponents for exactly who they are. And this weekend, I’m going to grind the two of them into fucking dust. Kirk Redwood is going to be the one with his hand held high. For once, I’m going to take the ball and run with it. I don’t know what kind of opportunity I’ll get from running over you two, but it’s gotta be a helluva lot better than what I’ve had. Drifting between matches for months at a time isn’t exactly conducive to a good attitude. I’ve been going a bit stir crazy lately, so this is a good shot to remind everyone who I am. For my family, I’d do anything. It’s time for everyone to know what everything entails.
Maybe there is some talent between the two of you, maybe there’s some dumb luck. It doesn’t really matter to me. As long as there is something to win, I’m going to run at it as fast I can. Because one day, I am going to make good on my promise to my family. One day, I will be a champion. Hell, one day I will be able to say that I am redeemed. But that day doesn’t come without a littering the road with corpses. Some of them will be giants and some of the will be midgets. Both of you can categorize yourselves accordingly. David, I can’t wait to kick your ass. You traveled the world, collected belts, made a name for yourself…just to get your ass kicked by a guy like me. I’d say it’s ironic, but it’s nothing like that. Your story isn’t a tragedy, it isn’t an epic…it’s more of a cautionary tale. Those that fuck with a man’s family shall face some real consequences. Especially when the man he’s fucking with has a few screws loose. Remember kid, it’s whatever it takes…
…and maybe even more than that.
A lot of people hear that and they think it’s an expression of resilience. They think it means they’ll endure anything their opponent throws at them or some other heroic acts of bullshit. I’ve been clear from the start: there is nothing I will not do to bring a championship home. And some days, that takes the form of surviving whatever the hell is thrown my way. Sometimes, that means picking at the body of an opponent who’s already been attacked. Sometimes…it means making sure there is no competition. As we head towards Operation: Doomsday, it seems that too many have begun to think that I’ve gone soft. They think my recent stumbles are indicative of where I’ll be for the rest of my career. But David, Holly, I need you to understand exactly who you’re in that fucking with because I sure as hell know who you are.
David, a couple months back at King of Elite, do you remember what happened? It took two of you to take me out of that fucking match. It wasn’t a solo operation, you and Mia needed needed to take me out. And I’ll give you both credit, combined, you did the job and stopped me just long enough for Effy to win. But you made a stupid mistake in that match. You let your guard down around Mia, the biggest snake in the grass in that match. And what was the result? She took you right out without a second thought. This projection of this wise man, the man who sees more than us, the man who is stronger than us, it’s all an illusion. An impressive one, but it’s still bullshit. You are as stupid and vulnerable as anybody else. So what happens when we strip away the mystique? What happens when I walk into Operation: Doomsday and smash your fucking head in? Nothing. Because nobody has bought into it from the start.
When we were in that tag team match, you waited for me to do the work so you could take the win. Probably because you hoped that a pinfall would bring some confidence. But you’re a top tier rat kid. You had to jump me at some point or else you’d have to face me at a hundred percent…which you know would result in me tearing out your throat. News flash though, I’m better than okay. Hell, I feel like a killing machine. Turn me loose and I won’t ever be the same. The moment you stuck yourself in between me and my goals was the moment you stuck a loaded gun in your mouth. You probably thought I would walk down to that ring and wail and moan, but this is more that jus business. This is a lifeline. Whatever opportunity is waiting for the winner will be mine. When I pull the trigger and blow your shit clean off this weekend, I don’t want to hear you again. Not another monologue, not another symphony of dogshit that you want to spew. I don’t need respect from you kid, I need you out of my way.
Same for you Holly. Last time you were on a marquee event, you ended up being a victim to Drake King. As he kicked you over and over, as he hit that coast to coast, as he hit a powerbomb, and the finished you off with the falcon arrow…it’s enough to make me laugh. Am even fight comes down to a blade of difference, a single shot that determines who lives and who dies. Up against Drake, you were smashed into pieces in the end. And though they called it a good comeback, you left that match getting annihilated. You’re not somebody who’s walking into this match with fresh eyes either. You’ve been here long enough to know that an ending like that is an embarrassment. If you can handle that level of aggression, if you can’t handle that kind of hate, then you will gilded up and put away before you get a chance to wonder who you pissed off.
Unlike David, I don’t dislike you. I don’t like you either. You are an obstacle. Someone who unknowingly stepped in the path of a hurricane. David might be big, but he’s about the same threat level as a tree falling in the forest. Nobody hears him and nobody gives a shit. You on the other hand, you’ve been up against the best wrestlers in this company. Just like me, you’ve got heads on your wall that would surprise most people. But when I think of you Holly, I don’t think of somebody who can tolerate pain. I think of somebody who falls apart under pressure. I think of somebody who can get ratio’d by an opponent. Unlike Drake, I’m not going to smack the shit out of you just because I’m in a mood. I’m going to smash your head in because you’re in the way like David. I’m not the type to light a small flame and pray for a fire to catch. I burn hot and bring buildings down. Sometimes they collapse on me, but that’s just my nature.
I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve had my share of fuckups and mistakes. Sometimes, I’ve looked past what was right in my face. This time though, I see my opponents for exactly who they are. And this weekend, I’m going to grind the two of them into fucking dust. Kirk Redwood is going to be the one with his hand held high. For once, I’m going to take the ball and run with it. I don’t know what kind of opportunity I’ll get from running over you two, but it’s gotta be a helluva lot better than what I’ve had. Drifting between matches for months at a time isn’t exactly conducive to a good attitude. I’ve been going a bit stir crazy lately, so this is a good shot to remind everyone who I am. For my family, I’d do anything. It’s time for everyone to know what everything entails.
Maybe there is some talent between the two of you, maybe there’s some dumb luck. It doesn’t really matter to me. As long as there is something to win, I’m going to run at it as fast I can. Because one day, I am going to make good on my promise to my family. One day, I will be a champion. Hell, one day I will be able to say that I am redeemed. But that day doesn’t come without a littering the road with corpses. Some of them will be giants and some of the will be midgets. Both of you can categorize yourselves accordingly. David, I can’t wait to kick your ass. You traveled the world, collected belts, made a name for yourself…just to get your ass kicked by a guy like me. I’d say it’s ironic, but it’s nothing like that. Your story isn’t a tragedy, it isn’t an epic…it’s more of a cautionary tale. Those that fuck with a man’s family shall face some real consequences. Especially when the man he’s fucking with has a few screws loose. Remember kid, it’s whatever it takes…
…and maybe even more than that.
