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"Settling on whether or not you want to stop; settling on whether or not you are content with being middling;
It means nothing to me.
Believe you have no shot or don’t. You have no shot.
Dread it, run from it, this fat fucking L arrives all the same.
What you think and what you think you know, ultimately, do not matter this week. I’ll start off by giving you praise. You deserve it. I can honestly say that the Ryan Wilson I last faced and the Ryan Wilson I currently face as of this week. The Ryan Wilson that felt so comfortable using steel pipes to take me out of the match, handing his tag team partner a meaningless victory, with not even him pinning Bronson Daniels; that Ryan Wilson is nothing in comparison to the Ryan Wilson that is now, effectively, standing his ground. The Ryan Wilson that is now declaring to the world just what he wants to achieve, that he’s finally standing on his own two feet. What was it that Methuselah said about me just three years ago? “Limmy Mona_han can’t even survive in this company without another grown man by his side.” I proved him wrong, and perhaps Ryan, you just might prove me wrong. You’ve finally grown into a man. You’ve finally understood the importance of your own fucking dreams, congratulations, you’ve learned the bare bones of this company. To quote Blood Meridian; “For even if you should have stood your ground, he said, yet what ground was it?” Ryan, what ground ARE you standing on, exactly? I’m glad that you have finally grown a pair, but this doesn’t quite exempt you from my criticism just yet. In my previous video, I took issue with your seemingly terminal underdog syndrome and all you did was dial it up to eleven. Notwithstanding the potential ramifications of such a feat. The current belief of wrestlers and wrestling fans alike is that being an underdog is supposed to be a compliment. That being likeable, that being relatable, will get you places but the actual concept of being an underdog means that you aren’t expected to win. Perhaps in a fucking talent show at school, that would mean something, as it is the least important contest on Planet Earth, but people like yourself Ryan don’t quite seem to grasp it. I appreciate the thought and the meaning in your words, but well meaning will never trump the hard boiled nature of this world. I’m glad that you’re honest. I’m glad that you’re not delusional. I’m glad that you’re able to acknowledge and accept the vast difference between our levels of success, however put yourself in my shoes. A man who prides himself on his knowledge of this sport, hearing what I can only describe as “you may be better than me, but so what?” Ryan, all I’m hearing right now, is the beginning of that statement. “You may have done more than me.” Full stop. Period. While I don’t believe that the quantity of our success matters, men who are 10 World Championships deep compared to a man 1 World Championship deep have effectively proven the same things, one has just done it more times than the other; you are so hot and cold in your delivery that it’s giving me whiplash. How on Earth am I supposed to take such middling talk - from a middling man - like “I may be a failure but I won’t give up!” seriously? It’s all about how we carry ourselves.
Which is important to even your mindset, truth be told. Do you know what makes me laugh, Ryan? I told you that I’m as great as I am due to how I carry myself; I convince myself that I am the Champion before I hold the gold as it is the role I am destined to play in this world. If EAW is a cake I must be the icing. Your response to a claim such as this? “Well, what do you WANT me to do? Give up???” It’s almost as if, instinctively, your mind raced to that option as it felt more realistic. Is that it, Ryan? It’s easier to justify Ryan Wilson giving up and leaving this place than it is to justify Ryan Wilson main eventing Pain For Pride walking in and out of that event as World Champion? What was it you were saying about your defeatist mentality, again? Of course, I don’t believe you believe that you ARE closer to giving up than you are succeeding, at least not consciously; however it begs the question. Would you catch an Andre Walker thinking like that? Would you catch a Myles thinking like that? Would you catch a Bronson Daniels thinking like that? DEDEDE? Drake King? Impact? Jamie O’Hara? Minerva? Kassidy Heart? Sienna Jade? I’m sure that even before they won the big one, they knew just how fucking good they are, and even in the face of potentially insurmountable odds, they were the favourite. Guess what, Ryan? As was I.
You and I have been in the same position once before. I, too, have squared off against men that have proven things against Elitists that have handed me nothing but L’s. But never once did I stutter. Never once did I falter. Never once did I stumble. I never once had to admit to my acknowledgment of my own failures in order to justify why I believe that I could come out on top; the only justification I needed was my ability and it got me further than it has ever gotten you. You may feel as if you are doing yourself justice by acknowledging that men like me have proven themselves time and time again, having eclipsed you, but you didn’t exactly pick up on WHY I mentioned those things, did you? I’m not reducing you to “just Ryan Wilson” I am expanding upon why that “just Ryan Wilson” narrative exists in the first place, which I’m sure a lot of your opponents aren’t willing to do, as this place has seemingly bred people who munch on the low hanging fruit rather than studying why they exist. I’m sure somebody can find an innuendo in there, flashback to Mei Sasaki, all she was known for; but I digress. You have garnered a reputation and, from what I gather, people love to exploit that reputation instead of understanding why it exists, and those people will probably end up the same way. Fools who don’t respect history are doomed to repeat it, and such. I don’t NEED to hear that we aren’t on the same level, Ryan. I don’t NEED to hear that you are fighting against the odds. I don’t NEED to hear you paint this underdog picture of yourself, because it isn’t flattering. It doesn’t instil me or anyone else with hope. You bring up names such as Bronson, Jake, Kelton. But this comparison only works on the baseline that I am simply saying you’re an unsuccessful, underperforming, underachieving scrub, and it only works assuming you are on the same level as them. Yeah, they struggled, they stumbled, they went through adversity, and they faced matches that they weren’t favoured to win; trust me, I was the man squaring off against one of them. Do you know what I didn’t hear from Bronson? The Ryan Wilson loser talk disguised as an inspiring message spiel ™. Do I really need to hear this “I’m not going to admit that I have no shot because you’re better than me!” schtick you have going on in order to take you seriously as a competitor. Nobody does. Nobody is ASKING you to adopt a defeatist mentality. Nobody is ASKING you to do anything. Neither am I. All I’m asking from you is to do better. Carry yourself better. Curse yourself to live like a Champion and not walk this earth eternally doomed to be the chaser, a universally acclaimed Challenger, loved for the journey and not the result. That’s the difference between great and perfection.
Suffer from success, not your flaws.
I’m not perfect. I’m not invincible. However, if I asked you to point out my flaws, would you be able to do it? If I asked anybody to point out my flaws, would they be able to do it? Would ANYBODY be able to answer WHY I lost to Bronson, or WHY I lost to Myles? No. And if they said they could, they’re lying to themselves. The answer is something I gave to you just a few seconds ago. I’m not perfect. I’m not invincible. Bronson isn’t perfect. Bronson isn’t invincible. Myles isn’t perfect. Myles isn’t invincible. Everybody will meet somebody that has to beat them one day, we are pawns in some divine being out there’s chess game, he will get bored, and will move on to another one of us. We can be Kings and Queens of our world, but not God’s. And, trust me; I’m not a man of faith. Loss is inevitable, somebody had to lose to crown me, I had to lose to crown somebody else, and so on, so forth. But you? I’ve been doing nothing but poking holes in your game this entire time; I put you on the defensive, just as I did last year, just as I will the rest of your life if you don’t decide to put your foot on the gas and finally prove me wrong, just as I did the likes of Impact and DEDEDE. I was written off like you were once upon a time, Ryan. I didn’t have the most favourable debut. Men like Impact quite literally thought I’d be an in-and-out competitor, he had seen countless Limmy Monaghan’s before, he thought I wouldn’t last 6 months max. Just another face in the pool, it’s no secret that men just can’t cut it in this company. I wasn’t seen as a prodigy from day one, I didn’t even see myself as a prodigy. I had to lie in my presentation in order to make myself stand out, whether that be faking my accent, trying my hardest to be a comedy act, and shaving my head bald. I lied on my fucking resume to get here, not truly realizing I was actually good enough for the fucking job. Men like DEDEDE thought I wasn’t good enough to stand on my own two feet, I needed somebody at my side to be great, the strength of two men could only then equate to the strength of whoever I was facing off against; and yet, in spite of that, here I stand, an undisputed, undeniable future Hall of Famer, a resume that very few can match even with my “oNe TiMeR wOrlD cHaMpIoN” status. Men dream of themselves achieving what I have done, if not less. I’m just that good. Never, ever did I have to write myself off. Never, ever did I have to sit there and acknowledge that I was a failure so I could get to being a winner. Never, ever did I have to lessen myself as a man so I could rise as an Elitist.
I see potential in you, Ryan Joseph Wilson; if I didn’t, I’d be a madman. Nobody can just beat Xander Payne like you have, nobody can just rise up as the rightfully earned Workhorse of Dynasty. Nobody can fill the shoes that a Bronson Daniels was wearing before he became The Emperor, before he beat Andre. You sure as hell are trying to wear them. Will I be the judge of you succeeding? No. That isn’t my position. But you have potential. People are going to hate hearing that because of their own insecurities, but the fact truly is; you do have potential Ryan. Let’s just not downplay that potential before our opponent can, hm? I’m not trying to sit here listening to my opponent ramble on about “Bronson and Jake didn’t struggle, but let’s put in names closer to my level: Jon Kelton!” Great ether buddy, it’s like you selected the same character I did in smash bros. We both selected Ryan Joseph Wilson and somehow both of us lost. Great job. I’m not trying to hear about your “gimmicks” or whatever made you successful on the indies, nor am I trying to hear about what you wish you had or hadn’t done. Because the truth is? You didn’t. Same response as when you approached Jon Kelton or whoever the fuck with “well IF I had won those titles, I’d have been successful!” But you didn’t. I don’t want to hear “I may be a loser but I can still win!” No ifs. No buts. Men dream of doing, and some just do. I am the man that does, you are the dreamer. That is why you are STILL having to prove yourself, and that is why men are STILL wishing I had to prove myself. I cut the line at Grand Rampage, I had one match before challenging Myles, and I’m sure that rustled some feathers. But guess what? I’m Limmy Monaghan. I can get those matches because I’m good, I proved myself capable in those 8 months I spent as Champion, beating the absolute best, I don’t NEED to prove myself like men like you do. I don’t NEED to prove myself to men like Bronson, I don’t NEED to prove myself to men like Jake. Jake has only ever said nice things about me, but even if he didn’t? Even if he tried to play the competitive game much like I have? I wouldn’t care. He called you content? People like Kelton said you’d compete in the 24/7 Battle Royal? People insulted you, and it pissed you off? That’s crazy Ryan, news at 5. None of this bothers me, none of this is an issue I have to worry about, and perhaps I’m flexing my privilege a little bit too hard, but it all lends credence to my point. There is a REASON I don’t have to deal with these issues. Any man can be great in this company. People like Dray Fontana were handed the sauce but they stank too much of bitch to do anything about it.
ANYBODY can be great.
But it’s that rare few that can own the place like I do, Ryan.
Believe me when I say this;
It isn’t talent. It isn’t inherited will. It’s just how fucking good I am."
It means nothing to me.
Believe you have no shot or don’t. You have no shot.
Dread it, run from it, this fat fucking L arrives all the same.
What you think and what you think you know, ultimately, do not matter this week. I’ll start off by giving you praise. You deserve it. I can honestly say that the Ryan Wilson I last faced and the Ryan Wilson I currently face as of this week. The Ryan Wilson that felt so comfortable using steel pipes to take me out of the match, handing his tag team partner a meaningless victory, with not even him pinning Bronson Daniels; that Ryan Wilson is nothing in comparison to the Ryan Wilson that is now, effectively, standing his ground. The Ryan Wilson that is now declaring to the world just what he wants to achieve, that he’s finally standing on his own two feet. What was it that Methuselah said about me just three years ago? “Limmy Mona_han can’t even survive in this company without another grown man by his side.” I proved him wrong, and perhaps Ryan, you just might prove me wrong. You’ve finally grown into a man. You’ve finally understood the importance of your own fucking dreams, congratulations, you’ve learned the bare bones of this company. To quote Blood Meridian; “For even if you should have stood your ground, he said, yet what ground was it?” Ryan, what ground ARE you standing on, exactly? I’m glad that you have finally grown a pair, but this doesn’t quite exempt you from my criticism just yet. In my previous video, I took issue with your seemingly terminal underdog syndrome and all you did was dial it up to eleven. Notwithstanding the potential ramifications of such a feat. The current belief of wrestlers and wrestling fans alike is that being an underdog is supposed to be a compliment. That being likeable, that being relatable, will get you places but the actual concept of being an underdog means that you aren’t expected to win. Perhaps in a fucking talent show at school, that would mean something, as it is the least important contest on Planet Earth, but people like yourself Ryan don’t quite seem to grasp it. I appreciate the thought and the meaning in your words, but well meaning will never trump the hard boiled nature of this world. I’m glad that you’re honest. I’m glad that you’re not delusional. I’m glad that you’re able to acknowledge and accept the vast difference between our levels of success, however put yourself in my shoes. A man who prides himself on his knowledge of this sport, hearing what I can only describe as “you may be better than me, but so what?” Ryan, all I’m hearing right now, is the beginning of that statement. “You may have done more than me.” Full stop. Period. While I don’t believe that the quantity of our success matters, men who are 10 World Championships deep compared to a man 1 World Championship deep have effectively proven the same things, one has just done it more times than the other; you are so hot and cold in your delivery that it’s giving me whiplash. How on Earth am I supposed to take such middling talk - from a middling man - like “I may be a failure but I won’t give up!” seriously? It’s all about how we carry ourselves.
Which is important to even your mindset, truth be told. Do you know what makes me laugh, Ryan? I told you that I’m as great as I am due to how I carry myself; I convince myself that I am the Champion before I hold the gold as it is the role I am destined to play in this world. If EAW is a cake I must be the icing. Your response to a claim such as this? “Well, what do you WANT me to do? Give up???” It’s almost as if, instinctively, your mind raced to that option as it felt more realistic. Is that it, Ryan? It’s easier to justify Ryan Wilson giving up and leaving this place than it is to justify Ryan Wilson main eventing Pain For Pride walking in and out of that event as World Champion? What was it you were saying about your defeatist mentality, again? Of course, I don’t believe you believe that you ARE closer to giving up than you are succeeding, at least not consciously; however it begs the question. Would you catch an Andre Walker thinking like that? Would you catch a Myles thinking like that? Would you catch a Bronson Daniels thinking like that? DEDEDE? Drake King? Impact? Jamie O’Hara? Minerva? Kassidy Heart? Sienna Jade? I’m sure that even before they won the big one, they knew just how fucking good they are, and even in the face of potentially insurmountable odds, they were the favourite. Guess what, Ryan? As was I.
You and I have been in the same position once before. I, too, have squared off against men that have proven things against Elitists that have handed me nothing but L’s. But never once did I stutter. Never once did I falter. Never once did I stumble. I never once had to admit to my acknowledgment of my own failures in order to justify why I believe that I could come out on top; the only justification I needed was my ability and it got me further than it has ever gotten you. You may feel as if you are doing yourself justice by acknowledging that men like me have proven themselves time and time again, having eclipsed you, but you didn’t exactly pick up on WHY I mentioned those things, did you? I’m not reducing you to “just Ryan Wilson” I am expanding upon why that “just Ryan Wilson” narrative exists in the first place, which I’m sure a lot of your opponents aren’t willing to do, as this place has seemingly bred people who munch on the low hanging fruit rather than studying why they exist. I’m sure somebody can find an innuendo in there, flashback to Mei Sasaki, all she was known for; but I digress. You have garnered a reputation and, from what I gather, people love to exploit that reputation instead of understanding why it exists, and those people will probably end up the same way. Fools who don’t respect history are doomed to repeat it, and such. I don’t NEED to hear that we aren’t on the same level, Ryan. I don’t NEED to hear that you are fighting against the odds. I don’t NEED to hear you paint this underdog picture of yourself, because it isn’t flattering. It doesn’t instil me or anyone else with hope. You bring up names such as Bronson, Jake, Kelton. But this comparison only works on the baseline that I am simply saying you’re an unsuccessful, underperforming, underachieving scrub, and it only works assuming you are on the same level as them. Yeah, they struggled, they stumbled, they went through adversity, and they faced matches that they weren’t favoured to win; trust me, I was the man squaring off against one of them. Do you know what I didn’t hear from Bronson? The Ryan Wilson loser talk disguised as an inspiring message spiel ™. Do I really need to hear this “I’m not going to admit that I have no shot because you’re better than me!” schtick you have going on in order to take you seriously as a competitor. Nobody does. Nobody is ASKING you to adopt a defeatist mentality. Nobody is ASKING you to do anything. Neither am I. All I’m asking from you is to do better. Carry yourself better. Curse yourself to live like a Champion and not walk this earth eternally doomed to be the chaser, a universally acclaimed Challenger, loved for the journey and not the result. That’s the difference between great and perfection.
Suffer from success, not your flaws.
I’m not perfect. I’m not invincible. However, if I asked you to point out my flaws, would you be able to do it? If I asked anybody to point out my flaws, would they be able to do it? Would ANYBODY be able to answer WHY I lost to Bronson, or WHY I lost to Myles? No. And if they said they could, they’re lying to themselves. The answer is something I gave to you just a few seconds ago. I’m not perfect. I’m not invincible. Bronson isn’t perfect. Bronson isn’t invincible. Myles isn’t perfect. Myles isn’t invincible. Everybody will meet somebody that has to beat them one day, we are pawns in some divine being out there’s chess game, he will get bored, and will move on to another one of us. We can be Kings and Queens of our world, but not God’s. And, trust me; I’m not a man of faith. Loss is inevitable, somebody had to lose to crown me, I had to lose to crown somebody else, and so on, so forth. But you? I’ve been doing nothing but poking holes in your game this entire time; I put you on the defensive, just as I did last year, just as I will the rest of your life if you don’t decide to put your foot on the gas and finally prove me wrong, just as I did the likes of Impact and DEDEDE. I was written off like you were once upon a time, Ryan. I didn’t have the most favourable debut. Men like Impact quite literally thought I’d be an in-and-out competitor, he had seen countless Limmy Monaghan’s before, he thought I wouldn’t last 6 months max. Just another face in the pool, it’s no secret that men just can’t cut it in this company. I wasn’t seen as a prodigy from day one, I didn’t even see myself as a prodigy. I had to lie in my presentation in order to make myself stand out, whether that be faking my accent, trying my hardest to be a comedy act, and shaving my head bald. I lied on my fucking resume to get here, not truly realizing I was actually good enough for the fucking job. Men like DEDEDE thought I wasn’t good enough to stand on my own two feet, I needed somebody at my side to be great, the strength of two men could only then equate to the strength of whoever I was facing off against; and yet, in spite of that, here I stand, an undisputed, undeniable future Hall of Famer, a resume that very few can match even with my “oNe TiMeR wOrlD cHaMpIoN” status. Men dream of themselves achieving what I have done, if not less. I’m just that good. Never, ever did I have to write myself off. Never, ever did I have to sit there and acknowledge that I was a failure so I could get to being a winner. Never, ever did I have to lessen myself as a man so I could rise as an Elitist.
I see potential in you, Ryan Joseph Wilson; if I didn’t, I’d be a madman. Nobody can just beat Xander Payne like you have, nobody can just rise up as the rightfully earned Workhorse of Dynasty. Nobody can fill the shoes that a Bronson Daniels was wearing before he became The Emperor, before he beat Andre. You sure as hell are trying to wear them. Will I be the judge of you succeeding? No. That isn’t my position. But you have potential. People are going to hate hearing that because of their own insecurities, but the fact truly is; you do have potential Ryan. Let’s just not downplay that potential before our opponent can, hm? I’m not trying to sit here listening to my opponent ramble on about “Bronson and Jake didn’t struggle, but let’s put in names closer to my level: Jon Kelton!” Great ether buddy, it’s like you selected the same character I did in smash bros. We both selected Ryan Joseph Wilson and somehow both of us lost. Great job. I’m not trying to hear about your “gimmicks” or whatever made you successful on the indies, nor am I trying to hear about what you wish you had or hadn’t done. Because the truth is? You didn’t. Same response as when you approached Jon Kelton or whoever the fuck with “well IF I had won those titles, I’d have been successful!” But you didn’t. I don’t want to hear “I may be a loser but I can still win!” No ifs. No buts. Men dream of doing, and some just do. I am the man that does, you are the dreamer. That is why you are STILL having to prove yourself, and that is why men are STILL wishing I had to prove myself. I cut the line at Grand Rampage, I had one match before challenging Myles, and I’m sure that rustled some feathers. But guess what? I’m Limmy Monaghan. I can get those matches because I’m good, I proved myself capable in those 8 months I spent as Champion, beating the absolute best, I don’t NEED to prove myself like men like you do. I don’t NEED to prove myself to men like Bronson, I don’t NEED to prove myself to men like Jake. Jake has only ever said nice things about me, but even if he didn’t? Even if he tried to play the competitive game much like I have? I wouldn’t care. He called you content? People like Kelton said you’d compete in the 24/7 Battle Royal? People insulted you, and it pissed you off? That’s crazy Ryan, news at 5. None of this bothers me, none of this is an issue I have to worry about, and perhaps I’m flexing my privilege a little bit too hard, but it all lends credence to my point. There is a REASON I don’t have to deal with these issues. Any man can be great in this company. People like Dray Fontana were handed the sauce but they stank too much of bitch to do anything about it.
ANYBODY can be great.
But it’s that rare few that can own the place like I do, Ryan.
Believe me when I say this;
It isn’t talent. It isn’t inherited will. It’s just how fucking good I am."
