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“ What Candice said, though. Montana still talking out of his ass. ”
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“ You want to know how I feel about all of this? Like I showed up in good faith, said what I had to say, proved what I needed to prove. . .and now I’m surrounded by four different people who all want to take my head off for their own personal reasons. I used to see this ring as my proving ground since I was known as the new kid on the block around here, probably still am and I’ve got no shame behind it because I still feel the need to show people who I am and what I can be. But this time, it’s different, ‘cause this isn’t like the matches I’ve had in the past around here. I don’t know how long it takes for most people to earn an Ultimate Opportunity Match around here but I got one so I don’t really care about that right now. Point is, that ring ain’t a proving ground anymore. Neither is it my own, Imma have to earn that but what this ring has become is a battlefield. And I'm not coming to fight for validation. I’m coming to break people’s spirits. I’m coming to ruin a night. I’m gonna take what y’all think you deserve and remind you that I never needed a long resume or fancy accolades to punch someone in the mouth and walk out the difference-maker. Aye, right now, I feel like I should be angrier than I am. No matter where I look, everything around me is begging me to snap or blow up but I don’t feel it deep within me. What I feel deep within me is the need to handle business and that’s the mode that I’m in right now. I look at how I got here; one match with Ashlynn where I was about to prove my point ‘til Clayton Bitchboy McGolde made it about himself. Then I ran Diego’s mouth for him and somehow walked out with an L cause bro decided to catch a feel of the material on my gear. Then we run the tag back, and what happens? Cosmo gets left like a date at the altar and eats the pin. And now? We’re here. Me, in the middle of all of this, surrounded by clowns and legends, respectfully but I ain’t worried about who I’m in there with, I’m more worried about what I need to do in order to win. I don’t care if I have to punch through faces or slap the soul outta someone’s chest to do it, all that matters is that by the time that bell rings to signify the end of the match, I’m the last man standing. I gotta make sure of it and I know everyone has their own specific reasons and confirmations which I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough but whilst the floor is mine, allow me to spread my own. I think the motivation that pushes me the most is the fact that people look at me as if I’m new to this. That’s their conclusion on me but that isn’t how it is, that ain’t how things are. They talk down to me like I’m green or something but that ain’t it. It’s died down since the first time I went out there because the folks saw that I was something legit but the first time around, I had people judging and beaming holes at the back of my head before I could even speak.
Aight, let’s start off the right way, shoutout to Candice Blair. Straight up. She was on point last week. Let me be real witchu’, I don’t got too many problems when it comes to you, it ain’t often you tag with someone and understand that you’re going to immediately hold shit down together and yet that’s what it felt like when I was in there. She stepped up and said what she meant, stood ten toes in that ring, and backed it up. I’m not gon’ act like I ain’t hear what she said after the bell though either. You damn right I’m proud of the win, and yeah I saw that look on your face when you squared up to me which is why I know you meant it and I won’t forget what you said to me - you told me, that I ain’t walking out of FYT with the win. But I respect that. I like things better this way. I ain’t supposed to be handed nothing so in my eyes, I’m welcoming all smoke from wherever it comes from, especially if it’s coming from YOU, Candice. Like I said, much respect for who you are and what you did but if you think I’m coming in soft just cause we were on the same side last time, think again. I don’t want to enter these things in order to “see where I stand” but I’m in this to take what’s mine. We can be cool outside the ropes, the second that bell rings, I don’t give a damn how bad your 2025 been, how much Eden Sinclair be hating on you, or how overdue your reign is. And I’ll be damned if you think you’re gonna catch me slipping because you were once “almost” champ. You either got it now or you don’t. And if you don’t got it, I’m bulldozing you on the way to mine. No hard feelings. But don’t test me twice.
Now, imma give you a chance to shine but I’m not going to offer you a free shot at a table to eat all you want because I’m not here to give handouts. Not to Diego. Not to Cosmo. Not even to you. You might’ve earned your shot through what you’ve gone through in this ring, but imma earn my best shots through that too and that began a couple of weeks ago and continues today. And if that means leaving you flat in that ring? Then so be it. Because I know you’d do the same. This is your shot. You want it? Earn it. Just like I will. Let’s see who really wants it more.
I can promise the people who watch this promo a lot of things but that may not come true, now I know for a fact that I can promise you one thing for a fact - I will give you the cleanest fight that I can WHEN it comes down to me and you. As for the other guys - if they want to fight dirty, we can get dirty.
But, continuing on, let me talk to the greaseball that dipped before the match was even done, I ain’t forget what you said. All that barking from the club, mixing Boost with Jäger. You called me your son? Homie, you couldn’t father anything, you ain’t got it like that yet you continue to act as if you do in order to stroke your own ego. It’s upsetting and I’m starting to feel a little bad for you, man. You left your tag partner high and dry 'cause you couldn’t handle the smoke. Same mouth that told me I wasn’t built for this, tucked tail and bolted before I could fold you like the bitch you are. Nah, really think about it. You got tagged in, I was down on the ground, at your mercy for a couple of seconds and the best thing you could think of was leaving the ring. So let’s not pretend you’re some outlaw king. You really stood in that club sipping on knock-off Four Loko, talking about "la noche es joven" like you ain’t closer to 30 than your next victory. Bro got a mustache that looks like it got baptized in Taco Bell grease. Shit’s so crusty that it crunches every time you rub at it. You’re obsessed with cheating in a match and you excuse it for “finessing” but at the same time you reminding the world why they shouldn’t give a damn about you and what you have to say.
You keep talking about what happened the first time we fought and I gotta admit, you pulled a fast one on me but when are you going to admit how much of a bitch you are since you decided to run away instead of putting your fists up and trying to put me down? Shit, I would have given you free hits too if you wanted that shit that bad. But that ain’t the life of a tough guy that you’re trying so hard to live, is it? You coming at Cosmo but man, MOST of us in this ring could do something that you couldn’t do and that’s win our first match. You were taking L after L after L like you were attracted to it. Now you know what it feels like to be a winner, you let it get to your head and you think you’re tough now so I wanna know from you, what makes somebody tough?
I said everything I had to say about you last time and it was as if you were trying to prove me right. That’s what it was, right? You did exactly what I thought you’d do. Said what I said you’d say and you didn’t deny the truth that I spoke. I ain’t gotta talk on you anymore. You’d just run away but it’s cool, you can try and run away tomorrow but I’m sure SOMEONE will hold down the action in the ring for me - I’ll chase you then beat you within an inch of your life. And you can try and deny the facts again but we all saw the chat you put up just for you to leave like a pussy. Keep it up though, just know that it doesn't mean shit to me or anybody else.
Aye, ‘Mo, I ain’t gotta say much. Pretty much, Candice spoke all I had to say into existence but I’ll give you this, not only did you take your L, you’ve got heart too. I can’t clown you too much for it and I gotta give credit where credit’s due, you stepped in when Diego had fucked off to wherever the hell he was going. That says a lot, more than you think. But I understand, that understandment don’t get you immunity though. You in this match same as me, and that means I’m comin’ for your head just the same like last time. You wanna prove you belong? Show me. Actually, not just me, show the rest of us in this match and the rest of the people on this brand and in this company that you belong here. ‘Cause if you think I’m underestimating you. . .then you’d be right. You thought you may have needed to prove yourself last time but the gap is bigger this time, it ain’t just two people you’re going up against; now it’s four. You’re the same man who said you wanted to put everyone on notice, ain’t that right? Where is that version of you? Ain’t you also the man who said that he ain’t easy to beat, where’s the proof in that? ‘Cause from where I’m standing from, you’re the weakest link in this fight. The one that nobody takes seriously and will take seriously. I mean I can only try to but at the same time, if you ain’t ready to level up, I’m not gonna stop myself from knocking you down to where you belong, that’s all it is.
But you gotta stop getting used like a spare part in everyone else’s story. First Ashlynn clowned you in the triple threat, then Diego treated you like nothing and he left you on your own to fend for yourself. You gotta take control, bro. You got potential. Be the guy who doesn’t stay as the one hit wonder, don’t be the guy who gets laid out by another “Bitch Made” ‘cause I’d hate for that to be me. Good luck.
And now, we got Chris Elite. See, this time, I ain’t gotta do my homework on somebody and I think this gonna be the last time because ain’t nobody dick eat as much as this Diego dude does. From what Montana is saying is that you’re a legacy, a Hall of Famer and a former champion, a man who has been there and done that. That’s- good for you, real good for you. I ain’t gonna fake, when I heard your name in this, I took it seriously. You’re not who you were, and you’re the first to say it. But the thing is, it’s better to know that you ain’t one of those who fake it in order to reassure themselves that they’re still trying, you try your hardest every damn time. Though your hardest now isn’t the same as the way it was earlier, I’m sure you try to come around somehow. I’m sure you still got that fight in you somewhere which means I ain’t stupid, you used to be the Big Dog in your own right but right now you’re the blueprint that I gotta find a way to step over. I ain’t too focused on who you were, I’m more so focused on what I can become. I’m gonna gun for you because it proves something and not because it’s out of spite, I also don’t gotta rewrite your past in order to evaluate my own.
I ain’t at my best yet but one day I’m gonna be and I know that the harder I work; the quicker that day is going to come. Shit, could be in three weeks time but I already feel ready. This match means more to me than some Unique Opportunity because look at the faces in it and the numbers. Shit, it’s proof that the “new blood” should not be played with. That I can go toe-to-toe with a Hall of Famer and walk out with his head in my hands, it’s also a test for myself. You once said that you’re not trying to be better than the old you, just the best you now so let’s see if that version of you can handle this version of me.
But, back on me. I’m walking into this match with a chip on my shoulder, I’m the newest face involved but somehow, I ain’t the underdog in this one. I got that slight feeling of hunger in my chest that none of y’all know how to feed but then again, I’m not here to prove anything to all of you - I’m here to prove something to myself.
Shit, I came here to burn this table down. I ain’t come here to make friends but for now, y’all staying over to have Thanksgiving at NICK’s and there ain’t no order because I don’t respect it. You can be at the top of the shelf like Elite and Blair or at the bottom like Montana and Goldsworthy, point is, shit bout to go down no matter the result.
But you ain’t gotta worry about the result, win or lose, most of y’all getting your ass beat by me. I’ll see y’all when I see y’all. ”
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“ You want to know how I feel about all of this? Like I showed up in good faith, said what I had to say, proved what I needed to prove. . .and now I’m surrounded by four different people who all want to take my head off for their own personal reasons. I used to see this ring as my proving ground since I was known as the new kid on the block around here, probably still am and I’ve got no shame behind it because I still feel the need to show people who I am and what I can be. But this time, it’s different, ‘cause this isn’t like the matches I’ve had in the past around here. I don’t know how long it takes for most people to earn an Ultimate Opportunity Match around here but I got one so I don’t really care about that right now. Point is, that ring ain’t a proving ground anymore. Neither is it my own, Imma have to earn that but what this ring has become is a battlefield. And I'm not coming to fight for validation. I’m coming to break people’s spirits. I’m coming to ruin a night. I’m gonna take what y’all think you deserve and remind you that I never needed a long resume or fancy accolades to punch someone in the mouth and walk out the difference-maker. Aye, right now, I feel like I should be angrier than I am. No matter where I look, everything around me is begging me to snap or blow up but I don’t feel it deep within me. What I feel deep within me is the need to handle business and that’s the mode that I’m in right now. I look at how I got here; one match with Ashlynn where I was about to prove my point ‘til Clayton Bitchboy McGolde made it about himself. Then I ran Diego’s mouth for him and somehow walked out with an L cause bro decided to catch a feel of the material on my gear. Then we run the tag back, and what happens? Cosmo gets left like a date at the altar and eats the pin. And now? We’re here. Me, in the middle of all of this, surrounded by clowns and legends, respectfully but I ain’t worried about who I’m in there with, I’m more worried about what I need to do in order to win. I don’t care if I have to punch through faces or slap the soul outta someone’s chest to do it, all that matters is that by the time that bell rings to signify the end of the match, I’m the last man standing. I gotta make sure of it and I know everyone has their own specific reasons and confirmations which I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough but whilst the floor is mine, allow me to spread my own. I think the motivation that pushes me the most is the fact that people look at me as if I’m new to this. That’s their conclusion on me but that isn’t how it is, that ain’t how things are. They talk down to me like I’m green or something but that ain’t it. It’s died down since the first time I went out there because the folks saw that I was something legit but the first time around, I had people judging and beaming holes at the back of my head before I could even speak.
Aight, let’s start off the right way, shoutout to Candice Blair. Straight up. She was on point last week. Let me be real witchu’, I don’t got too many problems when it comes to you, it ain’t often you tag with someone and understand that you’re going to immediately hold shit down together and yet that’s what it felt like when I was in there. She stepped up and said what she meant, stood ten toes in that ring, and backed it up. I’m not gon’ act like I ain’t hear what she said after the bell though either. You damn right I’m proud of the win, and yeah I saw that look on your face when you squared up to me which is why I know you meant it and I won’t forget what you said to me - you told me, that I ain’t walking out of FYT with the win. But I respect that. I like things better this way. I ain’t supposed to be handed nothing so in my eyes, I’m welcoming all smoke from wherever it comes from, especially if it’s coming from YOU, Candice. Like I said, much respect for who you are and what you did but if you think I’m coming in soft just cause we were on the same side last time, think again. I don’t want to enter these things in order to “see where I stand” but I’m in this to take what’s mine. We can be cool outside the ropes, the second that bell rings, I don’t give a damn how bad your 2025 been, how much Eden Sinclair be hating on you, or how overdue your reign is. And I’ll be damned if you think you’re gonna catch me slipping because you were once “almost” champ. You either got it now or you don’t. And if you don’t got it, I’m bulldozing you on the way to mine. No hard feelings. But don’t test me twice.
Now, imma give you a chance to shine but I’m not going to offer you a free shot at a table to eat all you want because I’m not here to give handouts. Not to Diego. Not to Cosmo. Not even to you. You might’ve earned your shot through what you’ve gone through in this ring, but imma earn my best shots through that too and that began a couple of weeks ago and continues today. And if that means leaving you flat in that ring? Then so be it. Because I know you’d do the same. This is your shot. You want it? Earn it. Just like I will. Let’s see who really wants it more.
I can promise the people who watch this promo a lot of things but that may not come true, now I know for a fact that I can promise you one thing for a fact - I will give you the cleanest fight that I can WHEN it comes down to me and you. As for the other guys - if they want to fight dirty, we can get dirty.
But, continuing on, let me talk to the greaseball that dipped before the match was even done, I ain’t forget what you said. All that barking from the club, mixing Boost with Jäger. You called me your son? Homie, you couldn’t father anything, you ain’t got it like that yet you continue to act as if you do in order to stroke your own ego. It’s upsetting and I’m starting to feel a little bad for you, man. You left your tag partner high and dry 'cause you couldn’t handle the smoke. Same mouth that told me I wasn’t built for this, tucked tail and bolted before I could fold you like the bitch you are. Nah, really think about it. You got tagged in, I was down on the ground, at your mercy for a couple of seconds and the best thing you could think of was leaving the ring. So let’s not pretend you’re some outlaw king. You really stood in that club sipping on knock-off Four Loko, talking about "la noche es joven" like you ain’t closer to 30 than your next victory. Bro got a mustache that looks like it got baptized in Taco Bell grease. Shit’s so crusty that it crunches every time you rub at it. You’re obsessed with cheating in a match and you excuse it for “finessing” but at the same time you reminding the world why they shouldn’t give a damn about you and what you have to say.
You keep talking about what happened the first time we fought and I gotta admit, you pulled a fast one on me but when are you going to admit how much of a bitch you are since you decided to run away instead of putting your fists up and trying to put me down? Shit, I would have given you free hits too if you wanted that shit that bad. But that ain’t the life of a tough guy that you’re trying so hard to live, is it? You coming at Cosmo but man, MOST of us in this ring could do something that you couldn’t do and that’s win our first match. You were taking L after L after L like you were attracted to it. Now you know what it feels like to be a winner, you let it get to your head and you think you’re tough now so I wanna know from you, what makes somebody tough?
I said everything I had to say about you last time and it was as if you were trying to prove me right. That’s what it was, right? You did exactly what I thought you’d do. Said what I said you’d say and you didn’t deny the truth that I spoke. I ain’t gotta talk on you anymore. You’d just run away but it’s cool, you can try and run away tomorrow but I’m sure SOMEONE will hold down the action in the ring for me - I’ll chase you then beat you within an inch of your life. And you can try and deny the facts again but we all saw the chat you put up just for you to leave like a pussy. Keep it up though, just know that it doesn't mean shit to me or anybody else.
Aye, ‘Mo, I ain’t gotta say much. Pretty much, Candice spoke all I had to say into existence but I’ll give you this, not only did you take your L, you’ve got heart too. I can’t clown you too much for it and I gotta give credit where credit’s due, you stepped in when Diego had fucked off to wherever the hell he was going. That says a lot, more than you think. But I understand, that understandment don’t get you immunity though. You in this match same as me, and that means I’m comin’ for your head just the same like last time. You wanna prove you belong? Show me. Actually, not just me, show the rest of us in this match and the rest of the people on this brand and in this company that you belong here. ‘Cause if you think I’m underestimating you. . .then you’d be right. You thought you may have needed to prove yourself last time but the gap is bigger this time, it ain’t just two people you’re going up against; now it’s four. You’re the same man who said you wanted to put everyone on notice, ain’t that right? Where is that version of you? Ain’t you also the man who said that he ain’t easy to beat, where’s the proof in that? ‘Cause from where I’m standing from, you’re the weakest link in this fight. The one that nobody takes seriously and will take seriously. I mean I can only try to but at the same time, if you ain’t ready to level up, I’m not gonna stop myself from knocking you down to where you belong, that’s all it is.
But you gotta stop getting used like a spare part in everyone else’s story. First Ashlynn clowned you in the triple threat, then Diego treated you like nothing and he left you on your own to fend for yourself. You gotta take control, bro. You got potential. Be the guy who doesn’t stay as the one hit wonder, don’t be the guy who gets laid out by another “Bitch Made” ‘cause I’d hate for that to be me. Good luck.
And now, we got Chris Elite. See, this time, I ain’t gotta do my homework on somebody and I think this gonna be the last time because ain’t nobody dick eat as much as this Diego dude does. From what Montana is saying is that you’re a legacy, a Hall of Famer and a former champion, a man who has been there and done that. That’s- good for you, real good for you. I ain’t gonna fake, when I heard your name in this, I took it seriously. You’re not who you were, and you’re the first to say it. But the thing is, it’s better to know that you ain’t one of those who fake it in order to reassure themselves that they’re still trying, you try your hardest every damn time. Though your hardest now isn’t the same as the way it was earlier, I’m sure you try to come around somehow. I’m sure you still got that fight in you somewhere which means I ain’t stupid, you used to be the Big Dog in your own right but right now you’re the blueprint that I gotta find a way to step over. I ain’t too focused on who you were, I’m more so focused on what I can become. I’m gonna gun for you because it proves something and not because it’s out of spite, I also don’t gotta rewrite your past in order to evaluate my own.
I ain’t at my best yet but one day I’m gonna be and I know that the harder I work; the quicker that day is going to come. Shit, could be in three weeks time but I already feel ready. This match means more to me than some Unique Opportunity because look at the faces in it and the numbers. Shit, it’s proof that the “new blood” should not be played with. That I can go toe-to-toe with a Hall of Famer and walk out with his head in my hands, it’s also a test for myself. You once said that you’re not trying to be better than the old you, just the best you now so let’s see if that version of you can handle this version of me.
But, back on me. I’m walking into this match with a chip on my shoulder, I’m the newest face involved but somehow, I ain’t the underdog in this one. I got that slight feeling of hunger in my chest that none of y’all know how to feed but then again, I’m not here to prove anything to all of you - I’m here to prove something to myself.
Shit, I came here to burn this table down. I ain’t come here to make friends but for now, y’all staying over to have Thanksgiving at NICK’s and there ain’t no order because I don’t respect it. You can be at the top of the shelf like Elite and Blair or at the bottom like Montana and Goldsworthy, point is, shit bout to go down no matter the result.
But you ain’t gotta worry about the result, win or lose, most of y’all getting your ass beat by me. I’ll see y’all when I see y’all. ”
