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❝Lately, I’ve had a lot of time to sit with my thoughts and fully register what’s next for me and where I’m headed. As these thoughts sit in my head—I never quite registered that I was going to have to go up against an Elitist as braindead and frustrating as Diego Montana. But it is what it is, right? I’m racking up a nice streak of competing in marquee events, which is good for me. Even in my time on Dynasty, I was showing my worth and proving that the brass saw something in me to keep allowing me to compete in front of such a big stage. But I actually have to do something with these chances, y’know? I can’t fall on my ass and make a fool outta myself—and I certainly never intended on it. After falling short against Saori Aizen after my loss at Territorial Invasion, I was really down on myself. I was disappointed in the showin’ that I had, as if Captain Charisma and Eden Wesker should just give up on me entirely. It wasn’t right. To be so goddamn passionate goin’ into Territorial Invasion just to shit the bed when it was time to re-earn a spot at more prominence. I took the week off after that and I really had to recuperate and find my head. It wasn’t fun, though. Knowin’ that I was sittin’ at home instead of bein’ in the arena, not even for some microphone time or a match. That shit really ate up at my soul because I left myself wonderin’ what I needed to do in order to prove that I belonged again. And so, I vowed to leave with the victory over Miku Sakai because her name means somethin’ ‘round here and what happened? I got knocked outta a pivotal win because of MOTHERFUCKIN’ DIEGO MONTANA AND SOME MATCHA POWDER. Now I’ll be honest, if he attacked me from behind, cool, right? If he distracted me, whatever, that’s my fault. These are things that I can cope with—I shoulda’ been ready after shutting his punk ass down prior to my match, but the fact he went the extra mile to prove he’s one of the lamest motherfuckers around while screwing me over is something that lives rent-free in my head. I will let Diego hold that W, he got in my head. But at the same time—all he’s done is piss me off. See, I don’t really get the breed of human being that he is. I’m accustomed to going in there with folks and fighting them, throwing hands, seeing whoever is the toughest walks out with the win. This guy just relies on underhanded tactic after underhanded tactic. And don’t get me fuckin’ wrong, I like to dabble in the dark arts of cheating behind the referee’s back here and there, but I do it with style that Diego Montana has just never heard of.
I don’t think that word is in his vocabulary, because the man is the living embodiment of ‘disappointment’. Diego disappoints me every time he opens his mouth, he disappoints me every time he walks to the ring, and he disappoints me every time he puts up his version of a professional wrestler. Now don’t get me wrong, Diego has some athletic ability, he has the intangibles to be a threat in the future.... but I use the word “future” very heavily in that statement because he’s just not a serious person, and to be honest? I don’t know when he ever will be. We found ourselves in this situation because like always, Diego overestimated how much value he truly has. He’s not some grand must-see member of the Voltage roster and he also has no chance of scoring with Kiko Sakai nor Eden Wesker, yet he will do EVERYTHING in his power to prove that he does and that just grinds my gears. I mean, it’s not in my jurisdiction to block a player from shooting the ball, but Diego shoots from outside the arena on a weekly basis and it’s beyond embarrassing to the point. It’s gotten to the point where it’s not ‘bad game’, it’s straight up harrassment. Yet, this guy feels like that’s another great quality about him. I don’t think the guy has a single great quality, and I know for certain that I would be doing everyone in the world a fantastic favor by bitch slapping him in that ring and shutting him up for once. You got one over me last week, Diego. Congratulations, you’ve done a very effective job of catching me off guard and getting to brag about it—but if you really think that’s going to secure you victory at Wicked Games...? You’re a lot fuckin’ dumber than you look. I have been waiting to get my hands on you and I have been waiting for an opportunity to properly bounce back from losing my chance at becoming New Breed Champion.
Mark my words, I’m gonna be champ in this company very soon, whether you like it or not. I don’t really consider you a stepping stool, though, beating you just continues to do well for my momentum—as well as getting me my first ever marquee event victory... however, you aren’t a stepping stool. Not in this case, because I really just want to beat the shit out of you and whatever comes next, comes next. I’m not worried about the future here, I’m not overthinking the opportunities I may see for winning at Wicked Games. All that matters to me is grabbing you by that moustache, throwing your ass around the ring, and hopefully ripping it off when it’s all said and done. But if I can’t do that? At the very least, be ready to wear glasses for the next couple of weeks because I’m gonna make sure that you walk out of here with a black eye. There’s one thing that you do well, Diego, and it’s being a disruptor. You have a fantastic way of getting on people’s nerves and finding ways to use that to your advantage. I know that you’re proud of getting under Chiyo Gedo’s skin... but c’mon. I beat Chiyo and I didn’t need to act like a fool to do it. Hell, I haven’t needed to thrive off being a pest and waste of human space to beat any of my opponents, yet that’s the predicament that you’ve found yourself in time and time again. And it makes me sick to my stomach. It makes me sick that after being up in singles action on marquee events against Kai Rabeaux and Effy McAvoy, people who have actually won shit in this company, I share that space and opportunity with you of all people... because I truly don’t think that you deserve it. But it’s not up to me to make that call, right? What I have to do is shut you up. Maybe down the line you can thank me for this opportunity that you’ve been afforded—simply all because I called you out for being a freak. But when it’s all said and done? This isn’t going to be some pretty highlight moment for you at Wicked Games.
It’s going to be a live dogwalking, because I’m going to whoop your ass, and I’ll do it all with a smile on my face.❞
I don’t think that word is in his vocabulary, because the man is the living embodiment of ‘disappointment’. Diego disappoints me every time he opens his mouth, he disappoints me every time he walks to the ring, and he disappoints me every time he puts up his version of a professional wrestler. Now don’t get me wrong, Diego has some athletic ability, he has the intangibles to be a threat in the future.... but I use the word “future” very heavily in that statement because he’s just not a serious person, and to be honest? I don’t know when he ever will be. We found ourselves in this situation because like always, Diego overestimated how much value he truly has. He’s not some grand must-see member of the Voltage roster and he also has no chance of scoring with Kiko Sakai nor Eden Wesker, yet he will do EVERYTHING in his power to prove that he does and that just grinds my gears. I mean, it’s not in my jurisdiction to block a player from shooting the ball, but Diego shoots from outside the arena on a weekly basis and it’s beyond embarrassing to the point. It’s gotten to the point where it’s not ‘bad game’, it’s straight up harrassment. Yet, this guy feels like that’s another great quality about him. I don’t think the guy has a single great quality, and I know for certain that I would be doing everyone in the world a fantastic favor by bitch slapping him in that ring and shutting him up for once. You got one over me last week, Diego. Congratulations, you’ve done a very effective job of catching me off guard and getting to brag about it—but if you really think that’s going to secure you victory at Wicked Games...? You’re a lot fuckin’ dumber than you look. I have been waiting to get my hands on you and I have been waiting for an opportunity to properly bounce back from losing my chance at becoming New Breed Champion.
Mark my words, I’m gonna be champ in this company very soon, whether you like it or not. I don’t really consider you a stepping stool, though, beating you just continues to do well for my momentum—as well as getting me my first ever marquee event victory... however, you aren’t a stepping stool. Not in this case, because I really just want to beat the shit out of you and whatever comes next, comes next. I’m not worried about the future here, I’m not overthinking the opportunities I may see for winning at Wicked Games. All that matters to me is grabbing you by that moustache, throwing your ass around the ring, and hopefully ripping it off when it’s all said and done. But if I can’t do that? At the very least, be ready to wear glasses for the next couple of weeks because I’m gonna make sure that you walk out of here with a black eye. There’s one thing that you do well, Diego, and it’s being a disruptor. You have a fantastic way of getting on people’s nerves and finding ways to use that to your advantage. I know that you’re proud of getting under Chiyo Gedo’s skin... but c’mon. I beat Chiyo and I didn’t need to act like a fool to do it. Hell, I haven’t needed to thrive off being a pest and waste of human space to beat any of my opponents, yet that’s the predicament that you’ve found yourself in time and time again. And it makes me sick to my stomach. It makes me sick that after being up in singles action on marquee events against Kai Rabeaux and Effy McAvoy, people who have actually won shit in this company, I share that space and opportunity with you of all people... because I truly don’t think that you deserve it. But it’s not up to me to make that call, right? What I have to do is shut you up. Maybe down the line you can thank me for this opportunity that you’ve been afforded—simply all because I called you out for being a freak. But when it’s all said and done? This isn’t going to be some pretty highlight moment for you at Wicked Games.
It’s going to be a live dogwalking, because I’m going to whoop your ass, and I’ll do it all with a smile on my face.❞
