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❝Momentum is a drug, ain’t it? For these last couple of weeks, I’ve been beginning to rebuild. I’ve beginning to pick myself up and show the whole world what I’m made of. And we’ve had some bumps in the road, no doubt last week was one. But I can’t dwell on the past, and I’ve advanced past beating myself up for every single loss. I know that I have made advancement after advancement in these last couple of months but if I don’t win when it matters then I know that it’s going to be used against me. I know that my hard work will go to waste, and that is something that I am perfectly fine coping with. I know that this ultimate opportunity match came into play because I wanted to take the next step for myself. I called my shot, and of course, I have to earn it. I wouldn’t want it any other way. And I understand this is a tough pool. Some names that I’ve faced, some names that I haven’t beaten. But understand this: I am going to give it my all if it means that I leave with my career in a drastically different position than it was the week prior. I hate to beat on a dead horse, but I can’t help but feel like this is my time. My time to prove everyone wrong, and finally start making headlines in this company. I got here with high hopes and instead I saw failure, instead I was forced to work my ass off and you know what? That’s fine with me. I get it, I really do. It hurts being passed up, it hurts seeing all of these guys and girls thriving while I’m not. But all that I know how to do is keep pushing. I’m going to push myself to a prominent position on Voltage, no matter what it takes. And I understand that everyone wants that same philosophy. Especially in this match? But I’ll be blunt with you: I don’t give a fuck. I don’t have time to care about anything except prioritizing myself. Everybody wants this, everybody claims that they need this. But I don’t really got anywhere else to go after this. I’ve crashed and burned enough times as it is. I lost to Kai Rabeaux at the start of this season, I couldn’t win that New Breed Championship either, but I have already shown that I am on the level of the two fighting for the Unified Tag Team Championships this Sunday.
But that’s all talk. I know that I’m on their level, but for me to prove to everyone else, I need to win big—I need to take opportunities, and I need to stop letting people step all over me. My words have come back to bite me in the past, hell, it’s happened with Candice Blair, someone that is in this match. But that’s the great thing about growth. I’m not the same Cosmo Goldworthy that went up against her and Ashlynn just a couple months back. And to clarify, I’m not harping on that cliche where I’m just magically greater. Nah, I still move the same, still wrestle the same, but I’m treating this with a greater and smarter gravity than I did when I went against her, costing myself a shot at just having a one on one with Ashlynn. I mean, I’ll be brutally honest. I was so focused on that match I let that win catch me out of nowhere. And here I am now? There’s nothing to look forward to. Candice Blair is a phenomenal talent, don’t get me wrong. But history isn’t going to repeat itself. This is now or never, and I understand she probably feels the same way—but I know for damn certain that I have what it takes to beat her. I know that in my current mindset, locked in, ready to go, there is nothing holding me back from being great. I am a firm believer in the notion that one’s biggest enemy can be themselves. And in my case? I think that I have held myself back on multiple occasions. It’s life, absolutely. But in life, you don’t sit around and whine about what you don’t have. You’ve gotta go out and get it or else someone will take it from you. And when I look at Candice, I see someone that will take it. She’s already done it before. She stole my one on one opportunity and made it a triple threat. But she didn’t win that night, and it happens that she got pinned as well. And that’s what eats up at me, you know? I just had to be good one time BEFORE that match and I would’ve had my way at Territorial Invasion. And I fucked it up. I’m not fucking up tomorrow night, I’ll tell you that much.
I move on from Candice Blair, and I turn my attentions to another guy that I’ve never beaten. Chris Elite, the man, the myth, the legend. Call him whatever you want, but I know for certain this is the biggest threat in that match. And that’s what gets me. Both good and bad, of course. It’s going to be hell going up against a man of his caliber—but I’m happy that’s the case. I’m happy that I’m in there with someone as good as Chris Elite because it’s going to push me. And I’m sure he’s been in millions of matches of this caliber in his career. I can’t give you some ra-ra speech and act like I’m just magically going to possess what it takes to beat Chris Elite. And part of me wonders how invested he is in this match. There’s a stark difference between him and I. Experience, of course. Success, obviously—but it’s down to hunger. It’s down to how bad you want it. At the end of the day, here’s how I see it. I’m no fool to assume Chris has no hunger and ability to continue being great within him.... but Road To Redemption is approaching and I know this. If I lose this match? Who knows when the next opportunity will come my way. I don’t know if I’ll be able to fight for a championship again. I don’t know when I’ll be in there fighting my ass off for what could be the biggest win of my career. But Chris Elite? He’ll always be at the top. He’ll always be at some level of greatness. He won the Interwire Championship earlier this year, and he main evented Bloodsport for the EAW Championship. Everybody knows Chris and there’s more trust within him to be in all of these massive moments and matches. But I find that to be bullshit. Everybody works hard, and I know that not everyone is suited to be in the positions that he’s been in. However, I was the one that took initiative. I was the one that went to that ring and told the world that I wanted to step up and no longer fall behind. Chris Elite, more or less, he has allowed his greatness to just carry him to the finish line. I don’t have that satisfaction, and it bothers me, but it also FUELS me. I’ve known for weeks that I was going to be in this match. As for Chris? He just put himself in the match and everyone is cool with that. Fair play, right? But fuck that.
He ain’t walking over me. Nobody is walking over me.
And that brings me to NICK, right? The big flavor of the month. I’ll give credit where it’s due. He definitely got the win over me last week. And y’know, it is what it is. He’s already proven in just a couple of weeks that he belongs here on Voltage. But going back to what Chris said, I just didn’t know who the fuck this guy is. However, I know now. And that’s the beautiful part of this game. That’s what’s lovely about how things work around here. At any point, you can be proven wrong. But he got me last week, he ain’t gonna get me this week. It’s not going to be written in the stars, because I have pushed myself just FAR too fuckin’ hard to suddenly fall off now. He’s had a hot run, but just because he’s had a couple of weeks go his way doesn’t disregard everything that I’ve done on this brand since getting here. I’ve seen some guys who popped up after me find success before I could. Kai Rabeaux being the big one. He’s at the top of his game, cool. But I’m not about to let motherfucking NICK do the same thing. Beating Ashlynn Quinn as soon as he popped up here is valid as hell. It’s a great win, but he only did it with the help of Clayton Golde. I pinned Ashlynn Quinn all on my own, without anyone getting involved, a week removed from a tough Taipei Deathmatch with Kai Rabeaux. So yeah, I’ll give him his credit. He’s shown a lot of promise. But you got your one upset win over me last week. It’s not going to happen this week. Not with all that’s at stake.
Diego Montana, I knew you and I weren’t going to bode well as a team. We’re much better as opponents, and I’ve kicked your ass before and I am excited to do it again. Maybe you can turn it around this time but I just don’t see it. I beat you at Wicked Games and that’s what made me build this confidence. It got me going, it got me to push for this very match that we’ve found ourselves in. If you’d like, you can thank me for being in this position, but I don’t care either way. What I care about is stepping up. You probably have it made up in your head that I don’t have my head in the game because I more or less lost us our tag match last week. I’m a grown ass man. I can take accouuntability for when I don’t get the job done. As for you? Can I really say the same? Not at all. You’re as delusional as it comes, and I know those thoughts are still swirling around in your head, because those worms keep chomping at your brain and eating whatever the fuck’s left of it. But let me tell you this, I’m out for blood. And it helps that I don’t like you as it is. I’m fighting with everything that I’ve got to secure that ultimate opportunity, and to see you with your smug face, that stupid moustache, my god, I can’t wait to whoop your ass when it comes down to it. I can’t guarantee anything by saying this match is about me—I can’t guarantee that this’ll be my moment. Sometimes you get going, sometimes you fail, but it’ll be a cold day in Hell before I let you leave with this win. Everyone is a threat, and yeah, I know that you’re crafty. I know you pose a threat to taking this away from me. But Diego, I’m ready. I know you, and I know what you bring to the table. It’s not your night.
And to be honest? If it ain’t mine either.
I don’t know what I’ll do next.
So I’m gonna cease that, simply by fucking winning.❞
But that’s all talk. I know that I’m on their level, but for me to prove to everyone else, I need to win big—I need to take opportunities, and I need to stop letting people step all over me. My words have come back to bite me in the past, hell, it’s happened with Candice Blair, someone that is in this match. But that’s the great thing about growth. I’m not the same Cosmo Goldworthy that went up against her and Ashlynn just a couple months back. And to clarify, I’m not harping on that cliche where I’m just magically greater. Nah, I still move the same, still wrestle the same, but I’m treating this with a greater and smarter gravity than I did when I went against her, costing myself a shot at just having a one on one with Ashlynn. I mean, I’ll be brutally honest. I was so focused on that match I let that win catch me out of nowhere. And here I am now? There’s nothing to look forward to. Candice Blair is a phenomenal talent, don’t get me wrong. But history isn’t going to repeat itself. This is now or never, and I understand she probably feels the same way—but I know for damn certain that I have what it takes to beat her. I know that in my current mindset, locked in, ready to go, there is nothing holding me back from being great. I am a firm believer in the notion that one’s biggest enemy can be themselves. And in my case? I think that I have held myself back on multiple occasions. It’s life, absolutely. But in life, you don’t sit around and whine about what you don’t have. You’ve gotta go out and get it or else someone will take it from you. And when I look at Candice, I see someone that will take it. She’s already done it before. She stole my one on one opportunity and made it a triple threat. But she didn’t win that night, and it happens that she got pinned as well. And that’s what eats up at me, you know? I just had to be good one time BEFORE that match and I would’ve had my way at Territorial Invasion. And I fucked it up. I’m not fucking up tomorrow night, I’ll tell you that much.
I move on from Candice Blair, and I turn my attentions to another guy that I’ve never beaten. Chris Elite, the man, the myth, the legend. Call him whatever you want, but I know for certain this is the biggest threat in that match. And that’s what gets me. Both good and bad, of course. It’s going to be hell going up against a man of his caliber—but I’m happy that’s the case. I’m happy that I’m in there with someone as good as Chris Elite because it’s going to push me. And I’m sure he’s been in millions of matches of this caliber in his career. I can’t give you some ra-ra speech and act like I’m just magically going to possess what it takes to beat Chris Elite. And part of me wonders how invested he is in this match. There’s a stark difference between him and I. Experience, of course. Success, obviously—but it’s down to hunger. It’s down to how bad you want it. At the end of the day, here’s how I see it. I’m no fool to assume Chris has no hunger and ability to continue being great within him.... but Road To Redemption is approaching and I know this. If I lose this match? Who knows when the next opportunity will come my way. I don’t know if I’ll be able to fight for a championship again. I don’t know when I’ll be in there fighting my ass off for what could be the biggest win of my career. But Chris Elite? He’ll always be at the top. He’ll always be at some level of greatness. He won the Interwire Championship earlier this year, and he main evented Bloodsport for the EAW Championship. Everybody knows Chris and there’s more trust within him to be in all of these massive moments and matches. But I find that to be bullshit. Everybody works hard, and I know that not everyone is suited to be in the positions that he’s been in. However, I was the one that took initiative. I was the one that went to that ring and told the world that I wanted to step up and no longer fall behind. Chris Elite, more or less, he has allowed his greatness to just carry him to the finish line. I don’t have that satisfaction, and it bothers me, but it also FUELS me. I’ve known for weeks that I was going to be in this match. As for Chris? He just put himself in the match and everyone is cool with that. Fair play, right? But fuck that.
He ain’t walking over me. Nobody is walking over me.
And that brings me to NICK, right? The big flavor of the month. I’ll give credit where it’s due. He definitely got the win over me last week. And y’know, it is what it is. He’s already proven in just a couple of weeks that he belongs here on Voltage. But going back to what Chris said, I just didn’t know who the fuck this guy is. However, I know now. And that’s the beautiful part of this game. That’s what’s lovely about how things work around here. At any point, you can be proven wrong. But he got me last week, he ain’t gonna get me this week. It’s not going to be written in the stars, because I have pushed myself just FAR too fuckin’ hard to suddenly fall off now. He’s had a hot run, but just because he’s had a couple of weeks go his way doesn’t disregard everything that I’ve done on this brand since getting here. I’ve seen some guys who popped up after me find success before I could. Kai Rabeaux being the big one. He’s at the top of his game, cool. But I’m not about to let motherfucking NICK do the same thing. Beating Ashlynn Quinn as soon as he popped up here is valid as hell. It’s a great win, but he only did it with the help of Clayton Golde. I pinned Ashlynn Quinn all on my own, without anyone getting involved, a week removed from a tough Taipei Deathmatch with Kai Rabeaux. So yeah, I’ll give him his credit. He’s shown a lot of promise. But you got your one upset win over me last week. It’s not going to happen this week. Not with all that’s at stake.
Diego Montana, I knew you and I weren’t going to bode well as a team. We’re much better as opponents, and I’ve kicked your ass before and I am excited to do it again. Maybe you can turn it around this time but I just don’t see it. I beat you at Wicked Games and that’s what made me build this confidence. It got me going, it got me to push for this very match that we’ve found ourselves in. If you’d like, you can thank me for being in this position, but I don’t care either way. What I care about is stepping up. You probably have it made up in your head that I don’t have my head in the game because I more or less lost us our tag match last week. I’m a grown ass man. I can take accouuntability for when I don’t get the job done. As for you? Can I really say the same? Not at all. You’re as delusional as it comes, and I know those thoughts are still swirling around in your head, because those worms keep chomping at your brain and eating whatever the fuck’s left of it. But let me tell you this, I’m out for blood. And it helps that I don’t like you as it is. I’m fighting with everything that I’ve got to secure that ultimate opportunity, and to see you with your smug face, that stupid moustache, my god, I can’t wait to whoop your ass when it comes down to it. I can’t guarantee anything by saying this match is about me—I can’t guarantee that this’ll be my moment. Sometimes you get going, sometimes you fail, but it’ll be a cold day in Hell before I let you leave with this win. Everyone is a threat, and yeah, I know that you’re crafty. I know you pose a threat to taking this away from me. But Diego, I’m ready. I know you, and I know what you bring to the table. It’s not your night.
And to be honest? If it ain’t mine either.
I don’t know what I’ll do next.
So I’m gonna cease that, simply by fucking winning.❞
