Post by THE Tristan Slater on Jun 10, 2018 17:48:34 GMT -5
I think it’s safe to say that I’ve had a lot of thinking and reflecting to do following the last edition of Monday Night Brawl in which victory was snatched away by meaningless twat all a part of a much bigger scheme by MDK cashing in his twenty four/seven contract to leave Brawl as the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion.
Initially I was pissed.
Who wouldn’t be? Knowing that someone like John has gotten by the last six months by doing the least amount of work as possible weaseled his way into a Title match that he didn’t earn and then was HANDED his only World Title in the business just to have it taken away because he’s WEAK and a mother fucking disgrace!
Yeah, I was pissed off.
But I found my happy knowing that MDK is a more credible Champion to topple in order to get back what rightfully belongs to me.
MDK is much more appealing now more than ever.
Comment?
That’s all the vultures want and is the one thing that I will not cater to. I’ve remained silent over the last several weeks coming off lack luster feedback on the World Title changing hands twice in the same night. You would think excitement would be in the air but from what I see is failure from the start.
We were all patsies in the Royal Families scheme.
We should all be bent about it.
But in actuality the only thing I am bent about is having a loss hanging over my head that wasn’t earned by a guy that hasn’t earned anything since Summer Madness of last fucking year. It’s easy to play like you’re a threat when everyone else is doing the heavy lifting and are the ones going out of their way to make some people in this equation relevant only to whip your dick out a take a nice long piss all over something that was mutually agreed upon.
Wait.
That might have been a break within that imaginary wall that some people live within the confines off so I’ll stop it there and simply break my silence for the first time since losing the WGWF World Title. Allow me to preface this with just how well put together MDK was with all this because clearly it was his brainchild with the successful cash in of his contract which secured him the World Title at the expense of John Cable because he knew that wouldn’t fly with me. The fact of the matter is nobody is more prepared to stand in the ring with MDK than THE Tristan Slater and everyone with half of a fucking brain can realize that MDK/Slater is your marquee attraction for the second straight Summer Madness spectacle in August because it sure as shit isn’t John Cable, watching that guy compete is about as entertaining as watching paint dry.
It damn sure isn’t Alyce Starchylde because she’s more interested in the horizontal tango than wrestling for the World Title.
Not only am I the viable option, I’m the ONLY option.
Knowing that fact, knowing that one nugget of truth not only validates me, it in essence guarantee’s me exactly what I’ve been all but clamoring for since August of last year; yeah mother fucker, it’s payback time and it’s time for you to pay the goddamn piper.
FADE IN:
FLASHBACK
6.4.18
Sitting in my locker room on a wooden bench with my hands resting firmly between my hands as I try and wrap my mind around what has transpired. Playing back the closing moments of yet another match that I carried Cable in as I was crawling towards the Cage door with victory within my grasp, the door was opened and I was moments away from making my complete exit when I smelled the sour fish that is Alyce Starchydle… but by then it was too late.
A Cage door smashed into my skull.
Raising my head up from the palm of my hands I lean back and rest it against the locker.
The next thing I remembered was waking up and being told MDK was the man that left with the title via his cash in clause.
I can’t help but to start laughing once reality completely sinks back in. Not just laughing, uncontrollably laughing.
One would think that the pain resonating on the top of my cranium would be where my train of thought would be; however, I can’t help the fact I’m laughing so hard that I start to cough as well. Tears actually start to accumulate in the corner of my eyes and stream down my cheeks. I stand up as Denise Essex walks into my locker room, obviously hearing the commotion.
DENISE ESSEX- “Is everything okay?”
I still am having an issue regaining my composure. Finally I’m able to fully recover.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Yeah, everything is fine.”
Denise looks a little shocked as her eyes widen. I can tell her curiosity is going to get the better of her.
DENISE ESSEX- “Well, what was so funny?”
Without hesitation I retort.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “John Cable, the only guy to hold the World Title less than Paul Frost.”
Even saying it out loud brings out even more laughter knowing that John will wear that “title reign” on his sleeve like a badge of honor while everyone else will see it as the joke that it truly is. You’re not good enough to be a major player in this business and the sooner you realize that the better off you’re going to fucking be.
My laughter echoes out once again as I walk past Denise towards the shower as the scene fades to black.
PRESENT DAY:
We get a shot of THE Tristan Slater as he stands in front of a Monday Night Brawl backdrop which features both himself and Chris Dorling. It’s being called a highly anticipated contest between two powerhouses within the WGWF and one that has all the eyes of the locker room firmly locked on it as the stakes are high and the victor shall reap all the rewards.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “You know they say Chris Dorling is the future of this federation; high Chris, I’m THE Tristan Slater and I’m the present of this federation and in order to get to the future you’ve got to deal with the present which is exactly what we’re going to see in just a few short hours from now.”
There’s a sly smirk that graces my face as I verbalize the thoughts running through my head.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Dorling, you’ve got me all wrong. Implying that I would be anything less than focused walking into our first ever encounter is about as deluded as a John Cable title reign.”
I can’t help myself.
John made it very easy to become a walking punchline bigger than Nick Ryan ever could have been.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “You see Chris you actually do have something that I want…”
I seriously state as I stare directly into the camera and follow with.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Your undefeated streak.”
There’s a light chuckle that comes from my sternum as I continue.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Ah, that’s right Mr. Dorling; thus far within your tenure within the ranks of the WGWF you’ve remained unbeaten in singles action; while you’ve FAILED on two occasions to win Intercontinental gold you wasn’t defeated in those outings either.”
Not much to brag about, wouldn’t you agree? While I on the other hand have WON any title I’ve challenged for over the last two years. Not only have I won, I’ve won convincingly.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “What better way to bounce back, what better way to once again shift attention back towards me than by serving you up the one loss that you’ve not yet been forced to suffer that bitter taste of? What better way to lighten the load of someone that I consider a friend, Christian Connolly than by showing him the kinks in your armor?”
The soft and methodical tone is enough to give me goosebumps as I continue.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I know what I’m capable of and I know what I bring to the table; I’m a proven commodity that is going to take center stage on Monday Night Brawl and show you just why the fuck I am known as THE TRISTAN SLATER!”
We fade to black.
Let’s go ahead and start this off the right way.
John Cable did not defeat THE Tristan Slater inside that Steel Cage.
Alyce Starchylde did.
I guess this is the portion of the promo in which I pitch a fit about getting screwed out of the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship, I guess this is the part in which I point out that nothing was standing in my way of vanquishing John Cable once and for all… but what’s the point? You all saw it play out, you all witnessed the grave injustice and you can all give two shits about it; and that’s fine, I wouldn’t expect anything less because it isn’t like many of you have ever sniffed a major World Championship throughout your meaningless careers! This entire situation has now fueled me and actually made me realize that perhaps I’ve been a little too nice. Yeah, that’s exactly it. I’ve allowed you all to truly forget just who the fuck I am and what the fuck I’ve accomplished… more importantly… what exactly I am capable of. We all know that as a former World Heavyweight Champion that I am entitled to a rematch, so the missing gold from around my waist at this moment is going to be rectified as it isn’t a matter of if more so than when… and while I don’t condone picking and choosing a spot to pick up the strap I will say that I am eagerly awaiting finally getting what I want.
It's always been you, MDK.
You and I are the two marquee players that anyone that looks at this company right now associates it with.
We are two names that deliver night in, night out, week after week, month after month, year after year and as long as either of us is holding on to that strap I don’t give a fuck; the company is in good hands and I can’t say that about to many other places. I’m going ahead now to let you and everyone else know that I’m calling mother fucking dibs at Summer Madness; how ironic that this thing ends exactly where it began with you, Danny. It’s the only logical place that this story comes full circle… but before I can even get there I must get back up on the horse and do battle with a man that has the word “unlimited potential” tattooed across his forehead; Chris Dorling.
I won’t sit here and lie and say that I haven’t been eagerly waiting for this confrontation to go down ever since you showed up on the scene.
You have more buzz around your name than another other new talent to this roster and I’ll even take it a step further by saying that it wasn’t that long ago I approached management ASKING for you to challenge for what was then my strap. True story.
… and while the strap is no longer in my procession for the time being doesn’t mean that I when I saw the bookings for tomorrow night a sly smirk didn’t grace my face because what better way to bounce back than by beating a man that up until this point is undefeated? I can’t think of a better way; personally.
Now, before I get into the meat and potatoes of this little piece of business allow me to take a moment and start by questioning your motives behind associating with the likes of John Cable. You do realize why he’s trying to lure you in before sinking his claws into you, right? Because he HAS to associate himself with BETTER pieces of talent to make his failing faction fucking mean something! He’s done it for YEARS because the New Breed can’t stand on its on two legs when your second in command is Terry FUCKING Borden! He uses people like you, like me to elevate him because as we all know he sure as shit can’t elevate his self if his goddamn life depended on it.
He can careless about you.
He only cares about what YOU can do for HIM.
Don’t get it twisted.
I mean think about it, Chris. John Cable is having the single biggest disappointing year of his worthless and meaningless career after I smartened up to the fact that he is here for himself, and suddenly he sees you falling on some hard times and offers his assistance; surely you’re not that fucking stupid, then again, maybe you are; and while I question your intentions behind associating yourself with someone as worthless as John Cable doesn’t change the fact that you and I are now on a crash course for what will be remembered not only as a classic encounter between two incredibly talented mother fuckers in which one of us has to win and you’re going to have to lose. It’s a taste that you’ve not yet had the pleasure of tasting within the confines of the WGWF when it comes to singles action inside those ropes; you’ve put on instant classics with Christian Connolly while both of you continue to make the Intercontinental Championship mean something once again since falling in the shitter while around the waist of Cable, you’ve beaten one of the best of the best within the WGWF in Chris Page and you’ve pretty much ran rough shot over any and every one that’s crossed your path… until now.
Because now the man that you find yourself standing across the ring from is the very man that is responsible for hoisting this company across his broad shoulders and carrying it back to the promised land, carried it back to the land of milk and honey by simply beating every piece of talent that has come across my path along the way. There’s a reason why I’ve held on to the World Title longer than anyone else over the last two years, there’s a reason why I’ve headlined back to back Wrestle Wars successfully defending the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship, there’s a reason why when the company is in a bine they look towards THE Tristan Slater as the pick me up and there’s a reason why I kick it into a sixth gear and outperform WHOEVER is standing across from you… you’re no exception!
I need a good bounce back victory over a credible opponent following that shit show that transpired a few weeks ago.
I couldn’t be happier that it is going to be you.
Not because you’re not a threat but because you actually ARE a threat. You have everyone talking, you have the eyes of the federation firmly locked on you and what you’re going to do next; why the fuck do you think Cable wants to get his meat hooks in you? But let me tell you something; allow me to tell you where you’ve already went so wrong that there’s absolutely no way for you to correct it. See, in case you’re not one hundred percent aware I’m not the guy that you can afford to roll into an encounter with and not have your head completely in the game.
Ah that’s right.
You’re a bit preoccupied with outside affairs, am I right?
So how the FUCK do you expect to mix it up with arguably the single greatest attraction on this roster right now?
I fully expect that the moment that bell tolls that you’re going to clock in and bring me the best you’ve got to offer; hell, John will probably try to give you a few pointers on how and what I might try to do as he continues to slow jerk you into his cult of losers that are about as over as dirty goddamn diaper! What I want is Chris Dorling completely on top of his game. What I want is Chris Dorling to show me that he is fully capable of living up to the hype because from what I see and from where I’m standing this is going to be nothing more than shooting fish in a fucking barrel.
No Chris, no you’re not going to hear me pitch a bitch about not having the gold around my waist.
What you’ll SEE is me win my belt back.
You’re not going to get an enraged, pissed off former World Champion; instead you’re going to get is THE main event player, THE measuring stick and you’re going to get THE man that is firmly on top of his game in every sense of the fucking word. Make no mistake about it Mr. Dorling, you’re going to get to feast your eyes on THE Tristan Slater live and in living color… I assure you I do live up to my hype. Once I slay the unstoppable Christopher Dorling my attention will once again divert back to taking back what I never should have lost to begin with; the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship, while you Chris, you can shift your focus back to where it belongs… on the secondary title because you’re a secondary player. I don’t think I need to exercise my favor to get what I want from Flash Rotten because this is a no brainer and I’m hardly talking out of my ass when I say that Slater/MDK for the World Title is exactly what this federation needs in its life because I couldn’t think of a better place to put my fist down his throat than in his own backyard. Enjoy your time on top of the mountain because the moment you and I are officially signed to do battle is the exact moment the sands on your hourglass as World Champion start to run out. There’s not going to be anyone that is going to stand in my way of getting back MY World Title; not Chris Dorling, not John Cable, not any member of the Royal Family not anyone! I’m going to fight and claw my way back to the top of the mountain because the cream always rises back to the top. Relish it, Danny, relish it why you can.
Initially I was pissed.
Who wouldn’t be? Knowing that someone like John has gotten by the last six months by doing the least amount of work as possible weaseled his way into a Title match that he didn’t earn and then was HANDED his only World Title in the business just to have it taken away because he’s WEAK and a mother fucking disgrace!
Yeah, I was pissed off.
But I found my happy knowing that MDK is a more credible Champion to topple in order to get back what rightfully belongs to me.
MDK is much more appealing now more than ever.
Comment?
That’s all the vultures want and is the one thing that I will not cater to. I’ve remained silent over the last several weeks coming off lack luster feedback on the World Title changing hands twice in the same night. You would think excitement would be in the air but from what I see is failure from the start.
We were all patsies in the Royal Families scheme.
We should all be bent about it.
But in actuality the only thing I am bent about is having a loss hanging over my head that wasn’t earned by a guy that hasn’t earned anything since Summer Madness of last fucking year. It’s easy to play like you’re a threat when everyone else is doing the heavy lifting and are the ones going out of their way to make some people in this equation relevant only to whip your dick out a take a nice long piss all over something that was mutually agreed upon.
Wait.
That might have been a break within that imaginary wall that some people live within the confines off so I’ll stop it there and simply break my silence for the first time since losing the WGWF World Title. Allow me to preface this with just how well put together MDK was with all this because clearly it was his brainchild with the successful cash in of his contract which secured him the World Title at the expense of John Cable because he knew that wouldn’t fly with me. The fact of the matter is nobody is more prepared to stand in the ring with MDK than THE Tristan Slater and everyone with half of a fucking brain can realize that MDK/Slater is your marquee attraction for the second straight Summer Madness spectacle in August because it sure as shit isn’t John Cable, watching that guy compete is about as entertaining as watching paint dry.
It damn sure isn’t Alyce Starchylde because she’s more interested in the horizontal tango than wrestling for the World Title.
Not only am I the viable option, I’m the ONLY option.
Knowing that fact, knowing that one nugget of truth not only validates me, it in essence guarantee’s me exactly what I’ve been all but clamoring for since August of last year; yeah mother fucker, it’s payback time and it’s time for you to pay the goddamn piper.
FADE IN:
FLASHBACK
6.4.18
Sitting in my locker room on a wooden bench with my hands resting firmly between my hands as I try and wrap my mind around what has transpired. Playing back the closing moments of yet another match that I carried Cable in as I was crawling towards the Cage door with victory within my grasp, the door was opened and I was moments away from making my complete exit when I smelled the sour fish that is Alyce Starchydle… but by then it was too late.
A Cage door smashed into my skull.
Raising my head up from the palm of my hands I lean back and rest it against the locker.
The next thing I remembered was waking up and being told MDK was the man that left with the title via his cash in clause.
I can’t help but to start laughing once reality completely sinks back in. Not just laughing, uncontrollably laughing.
One would think that the pain resonating on the top of my cranium would be where my train of thought would be; however, I can’t help the fact I’m laughing so hard that I start to cough as well. Tears actually start to accumulate in the corner of my eyes and stream down my cheeks. I stand up as Denise Essex walks into my locker room, obviously hearing the commotion.
DENISE ESSEX- “Is everything okay?”
I still am having an issue regaining my composure. Finally I’m able to fully recover.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Yeah, everything is fine.”
Denise looks a little shocked as her eyes widen. I can tell her curiosity is going to get the better of her.
DENISE ESSEX- “Well, what was so funny?”
Without hesitation I retort.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “John Cable, the only guy to hold the World Title less than Paul Frost.”
Even saying it out loud brings out even more laughter knowing that John will wear that “title reign” on his sleeve like a badge of honor while everyone else will see it as the joke that it truly is. You’re not good enough to be a major player in this business and the sooner you realize that the better off you’re going to fucking be.
My laughter echoes out once again as I walk past Denise towards the shower as the scene fades to black.
PRESENT DAY:
We get a shot of THE Tristan Slater as he stands in front of a Monday Night Brawl backdrop which features both himself and Chris Dorling. It’s being called a highly anticipated contest between two powerhouses within the WGWF and one that has all the eyes of the locker room firmly locked on it as the stakes are high and the victor shall reap all the rewards.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “You know they say Chris Dorling is the future of this federation; high Chris, I’m THE Tristan Slater and I’m the present of this federation and in order to get to the future you’ve got to deal with the present which is exactly what we’re going to see in just a few short hours from now.”
There’s a sly smirk that graces my face as I verbalize the thoughts running through my head.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Dorling, you’ve got me all wrong. Implying that I would be anything less than focused walking into our first ever encounter is about as deluded as a John Cable title reign.”
I can’t help myself.
John made it very easy to become a walking punchline bigger than Nick Ryan ever could have been.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “You see Chris you actually do have something that I want…”
I seriously state as I stare directly into the camera and follow with.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Your undefeated streak.”
There’s a light chuckle that comes from my sternum as I continue.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Ah, that’s right Mr. Dorling; thus far within your tenure within the ranks of the WGWF you’ve remained unbeaten in singles action; while you’ve FAILED on two occasions to win Intercontinental gold you wasn’t defeated in those outings either.”
Not much to brag about, wouldn’t you agree? While I on the other hand have WON any title I’ve challenged for over the last two years. Not only have I won, I’ve won convincingly.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “What better way to bounce back, what better way to once again shift attention back towards me than by serving you up the one loss that you’ve not yet been forced to suffer that bitter taste of? What better way to lighten the load of someone that I consider a friend, Christian Connolly than by showing him the kinks in your armor?”
The soft and methodical tone is enough to give me goosebumps as I continue.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I know what I’m capable of and I know what I bring to the table; I’m a proven commodity that is going to take center stage on Monday Night Brawl and show you just why the fuck I am known as THE TRISTAN SLATER!”
We fade to black.
Let’s go ahead and start this off the right way.
John Cable did not defeat THE Tristan Slater inside that Steel Cage.
Alyce Starchylde did.
I guess this is the portion of the promo in which I pitch a fit about getting screwed out of the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship, I guess this is the part in which I point out that nothing was standing in my way of vanquishing John Cable once and for all… but what’s the point? You all saw it play out, you all witnessed the grave injustice and you can all give two shits about it; and that’s fine, I wouldn’t expect anything less because it isn’t like many of you have ever sniffed a major World Championship throughout your meaningless careers! This entire situation has now fueled me and actually made me realize that perhaps I’ve been a little too nice. Yeah, that’s exactly it. I’ve allowed you all to truly forget just who the fuck I am and what the fuck I’ve accomplished… more importantly… what exactly I am capable of. We all know that as a former World Heavyweight Champion that I am entitled to a rematch, so the missing gold from around my waist at this moment is going to be rectified as it isn’t a matter of if more so than when… and while I don’t condone picking and choosing a spot to pick up the strap I will say that I am eagerly awaiting finally getting what I want.
It's always been you, MDK.
You and I are the two marquee players that anyone that looks at this company right now associates it with.
We are two names that deliver night in, night out, week after week, month after month, year after year and as long as either of us is holding on to that strap I don’t give a fuck; the company is in good hands and I can’t say that about to many other places. I’m going ahead now to let you and everyone else know that I’m calling mother fucking dibs at Summer Madness; how ironic that this thing ends exactly where it began with you, Danny. It’s the only logical place that this story comes full circle… but before I can even get there I must get back up on the horse and do battle with a man that has the word “unlimited potential” tattooed across his forehead; Chris Dorling.
I won’t sit here and lie and say that I haven’t been eagerly waiting for this confrontation to go down ever since you showed up on the scene.
You have more buzz around your name than another other new talent to this roster and I’ll even take it a step further by saying that it wasn’t that long ago I approached management ASKING for you to challenge for what was then my strap. True story.
… and while the strap is no longer in my procession for the time being doesn’t mean that I when I saw the bookings for tomorrow night a sly smirk didn’t grace my face because what better way to bounce back than by beating a man that up until this point is undefeated? I can’t think of a better way; personally.
Now, before I get into the meat and potatoes of this little piece of business allow me to take a moment and start by questioning your motives behind associating with the likes of John Cable. You do realize why he’s trying to lure you in before sinking his claws into you, right? Because he HAS to associate himself with BETTER pieces of talent to make his failing faction fucking mean something! He’s done it for YEARS because the New Breed can’t stand on its on two legs when your second in command is Terry FUCKING Borden! He uses people like you, like me to elevate him because as we all know he sure as shit can’t elevate his self if his goddamn life depended on it.
He can careless about you.
He only cares about what YOU can do for HIM.
Don’t get it twisted.
I mean think about it, Chris. John Cable is having the single biggest disappointing year of his worthless and meaningless career after I smartened up to the fact that he is here for himself, and suddenly he sees you falling on some hard times and offers his assistance; surely you’re not that fucking stupid, then again, maybe you are; and while I question your intentions behind associating yourself with someone as worthless as John Cable doesn’t change the fact that you and I are now on a crash course for what will be remembered not only as a classic encounter between two incredibly talented mother fuckers in which one of us has to win and you’re going to have to lose. It’s a taste that you’ve not yet had the pleasure of tasting within the confines of the WGWF when it comes to singles action inside those ropes; you’ve put on instant classics with Christian Connolly while both of you continue to make the Intercontinental Championship mean something once again since falling in the shitter while around the waist of Cable, you’ve beaten one of the best of the best within the WGWF in Chris Page and you’ve pretty much ran rough shot over any and every one that’s crossed your path… until now.
Because now the man that you find yourself standing across the ring from is the very man that is responsible for hoisting this company across his broad shoulders and carrying it back to the promised land, carried it back to the land of milk and honey by simply beating every piece of talent that has come across my path along the way. There’s a reason why I’ve held on to the World Title longer than anyone else over the last two years, there’s a reason why I’ve headlined back to back Wrestle Wars successfully defending the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship, there’s a reason why when the company is in a bine they look towards THE Tristan Slater as the pick me up and there’s a reason why I kick it into a sixth gear and outperform WHOEVER is standing across from you… you’re no exception!
I need a good bounce back victory over a credible opponent following that shit show that transpired a few weeks ago.
I couldn’t be happier that it is going to be you.
Not because you’re not a threat but because you actually ARE a threat. You have everyone talking, you have the eyes of the federation firmly locked on you and what you’re going to do next; why the fuck do you think Cable wants to get his meat hooks in you? But let me tell you something; allow me to tell you where you’ve already went so wrong that there’s absolutely no way for you to correct it. See, in case you’re not one hundred percent aware I’m not the guy that you can afford to roll into an encounter with and not have your head completely in the game.
Ah that’s right.
You’re a bit preoccupied with outside affairs, am I right?
So how the FUCK do you expect to mix it up with arguably the single greatest attraction on this roster right now?
I fully expect that the moment that bell tolls that you’re going to clock in and bring me the best you’ve got to offer; hell, John will probably try to give you a few pointers on how and what I might try to do as he continues to slow jerk you into his cult of losers that are about as over as dirty goddamn diaper! What I want is Chris Dorling completely on top of his game. What I want is Chris Dorling to show me that he is fully capable of living up to the hype because from what I see and from where I’m standing this is going to be nothing more than shooting fish in a fucking barrel.
No Chris, no you’re not going to hear me pitch a bitch about not having the gold around my waist.
What you’ll SEE is me win my belt back.
You’re not going to get an enraged, pissed off former World Champion; instead you’re going to get is THE main event player, THE measuring stick and you’re going to get THE man that is firmly on top of his game in every sense of the fucking word. Make no mistake about it Mr. Dorling, you’re going to get to feast your eyes on THE Tristan Slater live and in living color… I assure you I do live up to my hype. Once I slay the unstoppable Christopher Dorling my attention will once again divert back to taking back what I never should have lost to begin with; the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship, while you Chris, you can shift your focus back to where it belongs… on the secondary title because you’re a secondary player. I don’t think I need to exercise my favor to get what I want from Flash Rotten because this is a no brainer and I’m hardly talking out of my ass when I say that Slater/MDK for the World Title is exactly what this federation needs in its life because I couldn’t think of a better place to put my fist down his throat than in his own backyard. Enjoy your time on top of the mountain because the moment you and I are officially signed to do battle is the exact moment the sands on your hourglass as World Champion start to run out. There’s not going to be anyone that is going to stand in my way of getting back MY World Title; not Chris Dorling, not John Cable, not any member of the Royal Family not anyone! I’m going to fight and claw my way back to the top of the mountain because the cream always rises back to the top. Relish it, Danny, relish it why you can.