Post by Chris Page on May 20, 2018 6:54:05 GMT -5
Sounds of Silence:
It appears like I have a little to talk about, don’t you think? It was just over a month ago that was slated to team with Kyle Shane back at Wrestle Wars only to see he walk out. You’ve no doubt heard Kyle’s truth so allow me to take a minute to tell you mine. I had every intentions of watching your back, Kyle, every intention of making sure that you got a little retribution for the bullshit that The Extinction and Paul Frost had done to you; because let’s face it, have you seen me? You’re not going to push me around; that I think we can all agree on, right? I was legitimately trying to do the right thing, not that you asked for it Kyle because that’s hardly the case. I saw injustice happening and simply wanted to help you out be leveling the playing field… and that’s exactly what I did all the way to Wrestle Wars, but it wasn’t until you opened your mouth that I saw firsthand that your world it wasn’t about us, it was about you.
And let’s face it from what I’ve seen of you within my tenure with the WGWF that pretty much seems to be your MO.
I really didn’t know what to think to be perfectly honest even as I stepped foot out onto the stage at Wrestle Wars. It wasn’t until midways through the match that I realized I was doing all of this for nothing, and it was that moment that I simply turned my back and walked away; however, in reality Kyle I owe you a huge thank you because it was within this entire situation that I realized I’ve been going about thing the wrong way since I returned last December. I wasn’t feared anymore and I had gotten soft. As I sat back and watched Wrestle Wars unfold I was thinking about what I could do to make an impact that would be felt to the core of this company; and when Andy pinned Chris Page in the Main Event it all became so clear. What better way to be taken seriously than by eliminating the poster boy of the WGWF?
I want to take this time to tell you all a little story of a guy that defied the odds, overcame insurmountable odds to slay a father in what was called the moment that you truly arrived; Andy Johnson. It made me sick to my stomach to watch as someone like you, someone that’s insignificant, someone that isn’t anything special overshadow me. So what did I do? I took matters into my own hands by breaking your ribs! Andy, I walked out on national television and pulled your punk card. I’m the man that’s personally responsible for you no longer being labeled as the WGWF Television Champion and I’m going to be the same man that’s responsible for ending your career permanently should you choose to ignore my warning that saw you stretchered out of Osaka, Japan and sent you on a twenty hour flight back to the United States.
… but it gets better.
I walked out on Brawl in Moscow declaring myself the rightful Television Champion when I am interrupted by Flash Rotten. Flash, why try and play these little games? We know that if you didn’t have the title of General Manager you wouldn’t be throwing your weight around like you’re currently doing; which is why I laughed my ass off when you tried to take the TV Title off my shoulder.
I called your bluff and I won.
Because low and behold there’s a Real American that is chomping at the bit to insert himself into my business, Terry Borden.
You can’t be serious? One joke to another one clearly tells me that nobody is taking the words in which I am speaking seriously. Terry, I mean this in the nicest possible way when I say your time for standing up for everyone has come to an end because now you’ve inserted yourself in my business you’re actually now standing in my way of this entire plan taking place to begin with; and that my friend isn’t the place that you’re going to want to in when the bell tolls on Monday Night Brawl.
I don’t care about your legacy.
I don’t care about what you’ve done in this business.
This isn’t 1987.
You have this tendency of having to remind the masses of what once made you such a big deal; well BROTHER, I’m not Padre’ The Giant, I’m not Roddy Peeper, I’m not Ric Fliehr or Dusty Rodgers or anyone else that roamed the Earth back in the day; but I am a Monster that has absolutely no problems in reuniting you and Andy in the hospital! You are going to learn a lesson the hard way when it comes to standing up for guys like Flash Rotten or Andy Johnson because I’m going to be the guy that teaches it to you via broken bones and a lost career by the hands of a monster that’s been begging to be unleashed.
It’s my time now, Terry.
So please say all the prayers, take all your vitamin, rip off that pre-cut tank top and even twirl your hand in the air cupping it at your ear because the moment that bell tolls you’re going to finally realize that you’re dealing with a force that’s stronger than Americanmania; and as I savor every moment of hearing your screams and the sounds of your bones breaking it will be nothing compared how I am going to feel when I look at the faces of all your Maniacs and they look at me knowing that I am the one that snuffed out the last flame that is AMERICANMANIA… does anyone else find humor that it isn’t taking place on American soil? Thought I’d ask. In closing I want you all to pay very close attention to what happens to everyone’s favorite underdog that is Terry Borden because there’s not going to be anything cute about me ripping his spine from his body and permanently ending this bad joke once and for all… And Andy, I dedicate this to you.
It appears like I have a little to talk about, don’t you think? It was just over a month ago that was slated to team with Kyle Shane back at Wrestle Wars only to see he walk out. You’ve no doubt heard Kyle’s truth so allow me to take a minute to tell you mine. I had every intentions of watching your back, Kyle, every intention of making sure that you got a little retribution for the bullshit that The Extinction and Paul Frost had done to you; because let’s face it, have you seen me? You’re not going to push me around; that I think we can all agree on, right? I was legitimately trying to do the right thing, not that you asked for it Kyle because that’s hardly the case. I saw injustice happening and simply wanted to help you out be leveling the playing field… and that’s exactly what I did all the way to Wrestle Wars, but it wasn’t until you opened your mouth that I saw firsthand that your world it wasn’t about us, it was about you.
And let’s face it from what I’ve seen of you within my tenure with the WGWF that pretty much seems to be your MO.
I really didn’t know what to think to be perfectly honest even as I stepped foot out onto the stage at Wrestle Wars. It wasn’t until midways through the match that I realized I was doing all of this for nothing, and it was that moment that I simply turned my back and walked away; however, in reality Kyle I owe you a huge thank you because it was within this entire situation that I realized I’ve been going about thing the wrong way since I returned last December. I wasn’t feared anymore and I had gotten soft. As I sat back and watched Wrestle Wars unfold I was thinking about what I could do to make an impact that would be felt to the core of this company; and when Andy pinned Chris Page in the Main Event it all became so clear. What better way to be taken seriously than by eliminating the poster boy of the WGWF?
I want to take this time to tell you all a little story of a guy that defied the odds, overcame insurmountable odds to slay a father in what was called the moment that you truly arrived; Andy Johnson. It made me sick to my stomach to watch as someone like you, someone that’s insignificant, someone that isn’t anything special overshadow me. So what did I do? I took matters into my own hands by breaking your ribs! Andy, I walked out on national television and pulled your punk card. I’m the man that’s personally responsible for you no longer being labeled as the WGWF Television Champion and I’m going to be the same man that’s responsible for ending your career permanently should you choose to ignore my warning that saw you stretchered out of Osaka, Japan and sent you on a twenty hour flight back to the United States.
… but it gets better.
I walked out on Brawl in Moscow declaring myself the rightful Television Champion when I am interrupted by Flash Rotten. Flash, why try and play these little games? We know that if you didn’t have the title of General Manager you wouldn’t be throwing your weight around like you’re currently doing; which is why I laughed my ass off when you tried to take the TV Title off my shoulder.
I called your bluff and I won.
Because low and behold there’s a Real American that is chomping at the bit to insert himself into my business, Terry Borden.
You can’t be serious? One joke to another one clearly tells me that nobody is taking the words in which I am speaking seriously. Terry, I mean this in the nicest possible way when I say your time for standing up for everyone has come to an end because now you’ve inserted yourself in my business you’re actually now standing in my way of this entire plan taking place to begin with; and that my friend isn’t the place that you’re going to want to in when the bell tolls on Monday Night Brawl.
I don’t care about your legacy.
I don’t care about what you’ve done in this business.
This isn’t 1987.
You have this tendency of having to remind the masses of what once made you such a big deal; well BROTHER, I’m not Padre’ The Giant, I’m not Roddy Peeper, I’m not Ric Fliehr or Dusty Rodgers or anyone else that roamed the Earth back in the day; but I am a Monster that has absolutely no problems in reuniting you and Andy in the hospital! You are going to learn a lesson the hard way when it comes to standing up for guys like Flash Rotten or Andy Johnson because I’m going to be the guy that teaches it to you via broken bones and a lost career by the hands of a monster that’s been begging to be unleashed.
It’s my time now, Terry.
So please say all the prayers, take all your vitamin, rip off that pre-cut tank top and even twirl your hand in the air cupping it at your ear because the moment that bell tolls you’re going to finally realize that you’re dealing with a force that’s stronger than Americanmania; and as I savor every moment of hearing your screams and the sounds of your bones breaking it will be nothing compared how I am going to feel when I look at the faces of all your Maniacs and they look at me knowing that I am the one that snuffed out the last flame that is AMERICANMANIA… does anyone else find humor that it isn’t taking place on American soil? Thought I’d ask. In closing I want you all to pay very close attention to what happens to everyone’s favorite underdog that is Terry Borden because there’s not going to be anything cute about me ripping his spine from his body and permanently ending this bad joke once and for all… And Andy, I dedicate this to you.