Post by THE Tristan Slater on Jun 24, 2018 11:02:02 GMT -5
The scene fades in on to the Ladies Night set which see’s Denise Essex sitting in a plush red leather chair opposite THE Tristan Slater whom is leaning back in a matching red leather couch with an oval glass coffee table separating them. THE Tristan Slater sits with a smirk on his face displaying a black t-shirt with the letters “F.T.W.” displayed across the front with a pair of jeans; hardly dressed for a serious media appearance. Camera’s focus on Denise as looks deep into the lens and welcomes the viewers in the live audience as well as those watching through whatever outlets this show even airs on.
DENISE ESSEX- “Good evening ladies and gentleman to another edition of “Ladies Night”, I’m Denise Essex.”
Her audience responds with applause as the shot still focusses on Denise as she then continues.
DENISE ESSEX- “Tonight we’re being joined by a former two time WGWF World Heavyweight Champion, a WGWF Triple Crown winner and a man that has a date with MDK, John Cable and Alyce Starchylde at Summer Madness in a Four Way Elimination Match for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship… my guest at this time, THE Tristan Slater.”
Camera’s pans back revealing THE Tristan Slater to the viewers at home while there’s a smattering of applause from the audience mixed with more boos which brings a casual smirk to Tristan’s face.
DENISE ESSEX- “It’s certainly been a fun filled few months for you to say the very least.”
I can already tell where this one is going just within her opening with me.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I’d like to think that I live a fun filled life twenty four/seven both inside and out of the ring; naturally you’re referring to the Cage match a few weeks back? Perhaps the Fatal Four Way your eluded too moments ago at Summer Madness?”
The last thing I’m here to do is beat around the fucking bush.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Maybe you’re talking about the beating laid out upon Chris Dorling by the hands of Christian Connolly and myself? I mean there’s so many things that your open-ended statement could have been referring too.”
DENISE ESSEX- “Maybe all of the above…”
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Or how about I say what I came here to say and completely forgo your attempts at trying to pry or get me to comment on something that I’ll address on my terms, not yours.”
Something that’s always seemed to bother me is when you run across people who like to think they know you so well only to find out they don’t know the first fucking thing, right John? You’re one of those guys that thinks he knows my next move but in actuality you’re blinded by your own ego and by having to have your fingerprints on as many things you possibly can.
DENISE ESSEX- “What brings you here then, if not to answer the questions that I have for you?”
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “What brings me here tonight is to simply use this platform to send a very direct message to the ONE man that uses this program to promote whatever propaganda he’s spewing at that moment… John Cable.”
Pull your chair up John because for the first time since we’ve known each other you’re going to finally get what you’ve desperately been craving… my undivided attention.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Some of what I am going to cover might be in your notes, princess, so sit back and allow me to take over your program which will deliver the singles highest ratings you’re ever going to see.”
I state as my attention shifts from Denise and towards the camera.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “John, do you know what’s truly funny? The one thing that makes me laugh harder than anything else is how you seriously feel that in your heart that YOU beat me for the World Heavyweight Championship.”
Shifting my attention back towards Denise I spout out towards her.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I bet that’s on your list.”
Winking at Denise I shift my attention back towards the camera as if I am directly speaking to John himself.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “You certainly tried to play that card on Brawl, didn’t you? Your chest all puffed out spouting off how you defeated me…”
Even now I can’t help but chuckle.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Yet I put you in your place and you said absolutely nothing; I wonder why? I mean you talk so much shit but yet in one sentence I shut you down and sent you back to the bush leagues where you truly belong.”
As Chris Page would say… the crickets are chirping.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Even I’ll admit I enjoyed that moment as I looked in your eyes and saw nothing more than a deer in headlights as your jaw shivered; however, what I’m going to enjoy is this next piece of business that’s slated to take place live on Monday Night Brawl.”
It’s the next chapter in this new story that’s going to be written in the Slater/Cable saga because now I’m going to make you more relevant that you’ve ever been throughout your miserable little life as you live in that fairytale world in Jacksonville, Florida.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I’m about to make it my personal mission to make sure that you walk into Summer Madness with next to zero momentum and even less legitimate footing than Alyce Starchylde.”
… and considering hers is seemingly nonexistent what’s that say about how I’m going to leave you?
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I bet you think that you’re riding the coattails of Chris Dorling that you’ve got some sort of level ground, maybe you think that you’ll be able to use him to get you another victory that you, yourself haven’t earned…”
You would be wrong.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Christian Connolly and myself have put our heads together and have laid the trap and is merely a matter of time before you both walk right into it. Mark my words here and now, John… YOU are going to be walking into a no win situation and BOTH of you are going to be leaving Brawl strapped to a fucking stretcher.”
Truer words haven’t ever been spoken.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “You’re not going to make your World Title match opposite MDK and you’re not going to see the Summer Madness Main Event, the days of you tainting the World Title scene has just officially comes to an end, you’re welcome John, you’re welcome for doing the rest of the sport a favor when I end you once and for all.”
I want you to remember that you’re the one that wanted this, John. You’re the one that wanted to push and push until you got the reaction that you wanted and now that you’ve gotten the reaction you’ve wanted I wonder how you’re going to react to it. Some people think they’re ready for the full shit storm that I can bring with me but when push comes to shove they crumble under the pressure like a bitch.
You are that bitch, John.
You are going to crumble at my feet and this fantasy world that you live in in which you’re somehow better than I am will finally come to rest as you’re left laying on your back looking up at the lights with the realization that you’ve just been spiked on your head and beaten ONCE AGAIN by THE Tristan Slater!
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “It’s going to be a GLORIOUS night in a little over twenty four hours because there’s nothing that’s going to be more gratifying then seeing the look on your face when you realize just how much of a dead man walking you truly are. Don’t say that you haven’t been warned.”
Fade to black.
Yes, yes the rumors are indeed true and hell has frozen the fuck over because Christian Connolly and THE Tristan Slater are on the same page and reading the same goddamn book. Let me say this, Dorling, our interaction on Brawl last week was a ploy in a much bigger game that left you laying in the middle of that ring. You’re welcome. The news that C2 and Slater aligning themselves has already garnered some heat, it’s already turned some heads and it certainly has a lot of people thinking; so allow me to break this down for you so that it will be next to impossible to misinterpret or convolute in any other way for exactly why this thing has come together. For the last two and a half years there’s been but two names that have been here in the trenches, that CARRIED this federation on their backs and started climbing back up to the top of the mountain that is professional fucking wrestling; THE Tristan Slater and Christian Connolly. News Flash; it wasn’t John Cable, it wasn’t Kyle Shane, it wasn’t Paul Frost or Chris Page for that matter and it certainly wasn’t MDK.
… And how exactly are we treated? We get anything but the respect that we deserve.
I’ve held the WGWF World Title for eleven of the last sixteen months while Christian Connolly has held on to the Intercontinental Championship for the last nine months and there’s not a sliver of respect shown from anyone that actually means it. That’s where we have collectively grown tired and since we now live in a day in age where it seems everyone has allies I saw fit to make an ally with a man that is just as frustrated with management as I am, that’s just as frustrated with how this company is being ran and is just as frustrated by being passed by for opportunities given to other “beasts” who do nothing but squander it. We’ve aligned ourselves for no other reason because there’s not a single goddamn person on this roster that’s worked as hard as we’ve worked and continue to work to this very day. Christian Connolly is finally getting some attention with his string of matches opposite Chris Dorling; why did it take so fucking long for the eyes of the masses to see that C2 is still very capable of carrying five-star matches? Fuck Flash Rotten and fuck the booking committee’s for looking past his abilities because now we’re going to make you all pay… AND it starts on Monday Night Brawl!
For the first time since the days if #Favoritism Christian Connolly and THE Tristan Slater are going to join forces to go ahead and take are of some personal business against two pieces of human garbage that deserve each other in John Cable and Chris Dorling.
I’ll start with you… Christopher.
You’re what’s important here because you actually have momentum on your side and up until here lately, before your started letting Cable leach off you, you had all the tools and all the people talking… and yet now you have someone else pulling strings for you so that you can live to see another day. Personally I can give two shits about what personal battles you’re dealing with or the seemingly saga that is “the days of our life” that is following you around and I hope to God that you seriously don’t think that because we pounced on you last week means for one second that your little DQ victory means a damn thing in the grand scheme of things because I’m here to tell you right here and now that it means shit. What matters is who was left standing; it certainly wasn’t you.
… but where was your buddy? Where was your pal to whisk in and make a save as you were getting your ass handed to you by C2 and myself? Isn’t it funny that John likes to pick and choose his times to step in and lend a helping hand? It certainly wasn’t when you were busy getting your ass handed to you, now was it? I hope you didn’t think that we are done with you, Chris, because the fun is actually only just beginning. C2 and I have put our heads together and have come up with a sure fire plan to remove you from the equation all together; trust me when I say that nobody nor any resources on the planet will be able to stop this plan from taking shape.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Which will leave you, John.
The very man that legitimately spouted out about how he defeated me for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship. Did anyone else hear how big and bad he tried to sound on the last episode of Brawl as if he ACTUALLY beat me on his own when in actuality that big bastard was nailed dead to rights and had Alyce HAND him his Championship.
Say what you will about me and who I’ve beaten or who I haven’t but correct me if I’m wrong haven’t I legitimately WON my matches on my own merit and ability? Go back to West Coast Rumble when I beat you for the World Title in that Triple Threat, wasn’t you legally involved? Go back to the Wrestle Wars when I defeated The Jackdaw in a contest that HE was interjected in when the rules shifted? Wasn’t he legally involved at the time of his defeat unlike his involvement prior by trying to win the title for Alyce in the Tables portion of the contest? So throw that fucking logic out the window because it has ZERO to do with the point that I’m making against your claim that YOU, by your own fucking accord beat me inside that Steel Cage because you and I both know that’s horse shit and wouldn’t hold water no matter how hard you desperately need the validation of something of that magnitude in order to make yourself relevant at all within this upcoming Four Way Elimination Match that you’ve found yourself in.
Summer Madness is a ways off in the distance big man and make no mistake about it I’m going to fucking own you then much like I’m going to do when we grace that squared circle on Monday Night Brawl because this isn’t about championships, this isn’t about being in contention for a title… this is about me PROVING my point and BEATING you in the middle of the ring where it matters without the bullshit, without the run-ins and without any goddamn excuses because wins over me are EARNED; you SHOULD know, you’ve gotten ONE of the TWO of them, the fact that you compare this tainted victory to a legitimate one is a slap in my goddamn face and I refuse to let you have it, John.
We all know that you cannot and will not ever consistently be on the level of a THE Tristan Slater.
We all know that your “big” wins are incredibly few and far between which is exactly why you won’t skate what happened almost a month ago into the equation. You’ll have about as much legit footing to be a part of the Summer Madness Main Event as Alyce Starchylde by the time I’m through with you come the close of Monday Night Brawl. The last thing I’m here to do is play fucking games. You want to end me? You’re not man enough! I’ve merely looked past you in all aspects thinking that maybe you would catch the fucking hint and go away on your own accord, clearly that isn’t the case; and what’s funny is that unlike you, you know, giving me your undivided and all… to think I’ve knocked you around with half of my efforts, you haven’t even seen my undivided attention yet, and while I feel that’s your ultimate validation goal within my name always being in your mouth.
Now we play the game my way and you above all people should know exactly what that means.
For those that don’t allow me to take you by the hand and walk you down this yellow brick road that Mr. Cable is about to find himself on that will no doubt end with broken bones and broken dreams. See John is in way over his head regardless if he chooses to admit it or not because he’s playing a very dangerous game with a very dangerous man. I never walk into any given situation without an endgame and this isn’t any different. I’m going to allow John to hoist a tainted victory over my head as if he’s actually accomplished something, I’m going to allow him to think that he’s actually won this battle before bitch slapping him back into reality, and here in the real world we all know Cable still sucks and can barely hold the jocks of the curtain jerkers that occupy this federation.
The truth is the truth and the proof is in the pudding.
So I wonder, how did it really feel to fight for over twenty years, FINALLY win a World Title after countless attempts only parade around under false pretenses that EVERYONE walking the free world is aware of but you seem to be oblivious too? How can one play off being some sort of beast when that said beast isn’t talented enough to win anything of importance on his own merit; sure you knocked off Kyle Shane for the IC Title which was your biggest test to date but even that took you several years to accomplish.
God it’s got to suck to be you.
Especially when reality is as real as it can get, and the reality of this upcoming contest is going to see me completely and totally fuck your world up just for the sake of proving a point that now needs to be proven; you’re nowhere near my level. So, in way you can say that you succeeded in garnering more of my attention than normal; but that comes with a price and the price you’re going to pay on Monday Night Brawl in front of the entire globe as you’re once again humiliated and embarrassed by your lack of talent or ability.
In closing I’d like to take a moment to publicly address some backstage gossip revolving around a possible Special Attraction Faction’s affair that is rumored to see MDK lead a team against John Cable’s team and Hawaiian Hardhead’s team. While I usually don’t play well with others I’ll make an exception this go around by offering my services to Hawaiian Hardhead because nobody despises MDK or John Cable more than I do. I don’t care about anything other than besting each of them when it matters and I can’t think of a single bigger stage than by doing just that should this rumor actually be coming to reality. I won’t beg, I won’t plead and I won’t ask anymore to be a part of it. I’m not a hard man to find nor a hard man to reach and I would venture to say that it might be a little foolish not to take me up on this offer. The ball is in your court, Mr. Hardhead.
DENISE ESSEX- “Good evening ladies and gentleman to another edition of “Ladies Night”, I’m Denise Essex.”
Her audience responds with applause as the shot still focusses on Denise as she then continues.
DENISE ESSEX- “Tonight we’re being joined by a former two time WGWF World Heavyweight Champion, a WGWF Triple Crown winner and a man that has a date with MDK, John Cable and Alyce Starchylde at Summer Madness in a Four Way Elimination Match for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship… my guest at this time, THE Tristan Slater.”
Camera’s pans back revealing THE Tristan Slater to the viewers at home while there’s a smattering of applause from the audience mixed with more boos which brings a casual smirk to Tristan’s face.
DENISE ESSEX- “It’s certainly been a fun filled few months for you to say the very least.”
I can already tell where this one is going just within her opening with me.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I’d like to think that I live a fun filled life twenty four/seven both inside and out of the ring; naturally you’re referring to the Cage match a few weeks back? Perhaps the Fatal Four Way your eluded too moments ago at Summer Madness?”
The last thing I’m here to do is beat around the fucking bush.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Maybe you’re talking about the beating laid out upon Chris Dorling by the hands of Christian Connolly and myself? I mean there’s so many things that your open-ended statement could have been referring too.”
DENISE ESSEX- “Maybe all of the above…”
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Or how about I say what I came here to say and completely forgo your attempts at trying to pry or get me to comment on something that I’ll address on my terms, not yours.”
Something that’s always seemed to bother me is when you run across people who like to think they know you so well only to find out they don’t know the first fucking thing, right John? You’re one of those guys that thinks he knows my next move but in actuality you’re blinded by your own ego and by having to have your fingerprints on as many things you possibly can.
DENISE ESSEX- “What brings you here then, if not to answer the questions that I have for you?”
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “What brings me here tonight is to simply use this platform to send a very direct message to the ONE man that uses this program to promote whatever propaganda he’s spewing at that moment… John Cable.”
Pull your chair up John because for the first time since we’ve known each other you’re going to finally get what you’ve desperately been craving… my undivided attention.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Some of what I am going to cover might be in your notes, princess, so sit back and allow me to take over your program which will deliver the singles highest ratings you’re ever going to see.”
I state as my attention shifts from Denise and towards the camera.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “John, do you know what’s truly funny? The one thing that makes me laugh harder than anything else is how you seriously feel that in your heart that YOU beat me for the World Heavyweight Championship.”
Shifting my attention back towards Denise I spout out towards her.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I bet that’s on your list.”
Winking at Denise I shift my attention back towards the camera as if I am directly speaking to John himself.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “You certainly tried to play that card on Brawl, didn’t you? Your chest all puffed out spouting off how you defeated me…”
Even now I can’t help but chuckle.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Yet I put you in your place and you said absolutely nothing; I wonder why? I mean you talk so much shit but yet in one sentence I shut you down and sent you back to the bush leagues where you truly belong.”
As Chris Page would say… the crickets are chirping.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Even I’ll admit I enjoyed that moment as I looked in your eyes and saw nothing more than a deer in headlights as your jaw shivered; however, what I’m going to enjoy is this next piece of business that’s slated to take place live on Monday Night Brawl.”
It’s the next chapter in this new story that’s going to be written in the Slater/Cable saga because now I’m going to make you more relevant that you’ve ever been throughout your miserable little life as you live in that fairytale world in Jacksonville, Florida.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I’m about to make it my personal mission to make sure that you walk into Summer Madness with next to zero momentum and even less legitimate footing than Alyce Starchylde.”
… and considering hers is seemingly nonexistent what’s that say about how I’m going to leave you?
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I bet you think that you’re riding the coattails of Chris Dorling that you’ve got some sort of level ground, maybe you think that you’ll be able to use him to get you another victory that you, yourself haven’t earned…”
You would be wrong.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Christian Connolly and myself have put our heads together and have laid the trap and is merely a matter of time before you both walk right into it. Mark my words here and now, John… YOU are going to be walking into a no win situation and BOTH of you are going to be leaving Brawl strapped to a fucking stretcher.”
Truer words haven’t ever been spoken.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “You’re not going to make your World Title match opposite MDK and you’re not going to see the Summer Madness Main Event, the days of you tainting the World Title scene has just officially comes to an end, you’re welcome John, you’re welcome for doing the rest of the sport a favor when I end you once and for all.”
I want you to remember that you’re the one that wanted this, John. You’re the one that wanted to push and push until you got the reaction that you wanted and now that you’ve gotten the reaction you’ve wanted I wonder how you’re going to react to it. Some people think they’re ready for the full shit storm that I can bring with me but when push comes to shove they crumble under the pressure like a bitch.
You are that bitch, John.
You are going to crumble at my feet and this fantasy world that you live in in which you’re somehow better than I am will finally come to rest as you’re left laying on your back looking up at the lights with the realization that you’ve just been spiked on your head and beaten ONCE AGAIN by THE Tristan Slater!
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “It’s going to be a GLORIOUS night in a little over twenty four hours because there’s nothing that’s going to be more gratifying then seeing the look on your face when you realize just how much of a dead man walking you truly are. Don’t say that you haven’t been warned.”
Fade to black.
Yes, yes the rumors are indeed true and hell has frozen the fuck over because Christian Connolly and THE Tristan Slater are on the same page and reading the same goddamn book. Let me say this, Dorling, our interaction on Brawl last week was a ploy in a much bigger game that left you laying in the middle of that ring. You’re welcome. The news that C2 and Slater aligning themselves has already garnered some heat, it’s already turned some heads and it certainly has a lot of people thinking; so allow me to break this down for you so that it will be next to impossible to misinterpret or convolute in any other way for exactly why this thing has come together. For the last two and a half years there’s been but two names that have been here in the trenches, that CARRIED this federation on their backs and started climbing back up to the top of the mountain that is professional fucking wrestling; THE Tristan Slater and Christian Connolly. News Flash; it wasn’t John Cable, it wasn’t Kyle Shane, it wasn’t Paul Frost or Chris Page for that matter and it certainly wasn’t MDK.
… And how exactly are we treated? We get anything but the respect that we deserve.
I’ve held the WGWF World Title for eleven of the last sixteen months while Christian Connolly has held on to the Intercontinental Championship for the last nine months and there’s not a sliver of respect shown from anyone that actually means it. That’s where we have collectively grown tired and since we now live in a day in age where it seems everyone has allies I saw fit to make an ally with a man that is just as frustrated with management as I am, that’s just as frustrated with how this company is being ran and is just as frustrated by being passed by for opportunities given to other “beasts” who do nothing but squander it. We’ve aligned ourselves for no other reason because there’s not a single goddamn person on this roster that’s worked as hard as we’ve worked and continue to work to this very day. Christian Connolly is finally getting some attention with his string of matches opposite Chris Dorling; why did it take so fucking long for the eyes of the masses to see that C2 is still very capable of carrying five-star matches? Fuck Flash Rotten and fuck the booking committee’s for looking past his abilities because now we’re going to make you all pay… AND it starts on Monday Night Brawl!
For the first time since the days if #Favoritism Christian Connolly and THE Tristan Slater are going to join forces to go ahead and take are of some personal business against two pieces of human garbage that deserve each other in John Cable and Chris Dorling.
I’ll start with you… Christopher.
You’re what’s important here because you actually have momentum on your side and up until here lately, before your started letting Cable leach off you, you had all the tools and all the people talking… and yet now you have someone else pulling strings for you so that you can live to see another day. Personally I can give two shits about what personal battles you’re dealing with or the seemingly saga that is “the days of our life” that is following you around and I hope to God that you seriously don’t think that because we pounced on you last week means for one second that your little DQ victory means a damn thing in the grand scheme of things because I’m here to tell you right here and now that it means shit. What matters is who was left standing; it certainly wasn’t you.
… but where was your buddy? Where was your pal to whisk in and make a save as you were getting your ass handed to you by C2 and myself? Isn’t it funny that John likes to pick and choose his times to step in and lend a helping hand? It certainly wasn’t when you were busy getting your ass handed to you, now was it? I hope you didn’t think that we are done with you, Chris, because the fun is actually only just beginning. C2 and I have put our heads together and have come up with a sure fire plan to remove you from the equation all together; trust me when I say that nobody nor any resources on the planet will be able to stop this plan from taking shape.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Which will leave you, John.
The very man that legitimately spouted out about how he defeated me for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship. Did anyone else hear how big and bad he tried to sound on the last episode of Brawl as if he ACTUALLY beat me on his own when in actuality that big bastard was nailed dead to rights and had Alyce HAND him his Championship.
Say what you will about me and who I’ve beaten or who I haven’t but correct me if I’m wrong haven’t I legitimately WON my matches on my own merit and ability? Go back to West Coast Rumble when I beat you for the World Title in that Triple Threat, wasn’t you legally involved? Go back to the Wrestle Wars when I defeated The Jackdaw in a contest that HE was interjected in when the rules shifted? Wasn’t he legally involved at the time of his defeat unlike his involvement prior by trying to win the title for Alyce in the Tables portion of the contest? So throw that fucking logic out the window because it has ZERO to do with the point that I’m making against your claim that YOU, by your own fucking accord beat me inside that Steel Cage because you and I both know that’s horse shit and wouldn’t hold water no matter how hard you desperately need the validation of something of that magnitude in order to make yourself relevant at all within this upcoming Four Way Elimination Match that you’ve found yourself in.
Summer Madness is a ways off in the distance big man and make no mistake about it I’m going to fucking own you then much like I’m going to do when we grace that squared circle on Monday Night Brawl because this isn’t about championships, this isn’t about being in contention for a title… this is about me PROVING my point and BEATING you in the middle of the ring where it matters without the bullshit, without the run-ins and without any goddamn excuses because wins over me are EARNED; you SHOULD know, you’ve gotten ONE of the TWO of them, the fact that you compare this tainted victory to a legitimate one is a slap in my goddamn face and I refuse to let you have it, John.
We all know that you cannot and will not ever consistently be on the level of a THE Tristan Slater.
We all know that your “big” wins are incredibly few and far between which is exactly why you won’t skate what happened almost a month ago into the equation. You’ll have about as much legit footing to be a part of the Summer Madness Main Event as Alyce Starchylde by the time I’m through with you come the close of Monday Night Brawl. The last thing I’m here to do is play fucking games. You want to end me? You’re not man enough! I’ve merely looked past you in all aspects thinking that maybe you would catch the fucking hint and go away on your own accord, clearly that isn’t the case; and what’s funny is that unlike you, you know, giving me your undivided and all… to think I’ve knocked you around with half of my efforts, you haven’t even seen my undivided attention yet, and while I feel that’s your ultimate validation goal within my name always being in your mouth.
Now we play the game my way and you above all people should know exactly what that means.
For those that don’t allow me to take you by the hand and walk you down this yellow brick road that Mr. Cable is about to find himself on that will no doubt end with broken bones and broken dreams. See John is in way over his head regardless if he chooses to admit it or not because he’s playing a very dangerous game with a very dangerous man. I never walk into any given situation without an endgame and this isn’t any different. I’m going to allow John to hoist a tainted victory over my head as if he’s actually accomplished something, I’m going to allow him to think that he’s actually won this battle before bitch slapping him back into reality, and here in the real world we all know Cable still sucks and can barely hold the jocks of the curtain jerkers that occupy this federation.
The truth is the truth and the proof is in the pudding.
So I wonder, how did it really feel to fight for over twenty years, FINALLY win a World Title after countless attempts only parade around under false pretenses that EVERYONE walking the free world is aware of but you seem to be oblivious too? How can one play off being some sort of beast when that said beast isn’t talented enough to win anything of importance on his own merit; sure you knocked off Kyle Shane for the IC Title which was your biggest test to date but even that took you several years to accomplish.
God it’s got to suck to be you.
Especially when reality is as real as it can get, and the reality of this upcoming contest is going to see me completely and totally fuck your world up just for the sake of proving a point that now needs to be proven; you’re nowhere near my level. So, in way you can say that you succeeded in garnering more of my attention than normal; but that comes with a price and the price you’re going to pay on Monday Night Brawl in front of the entire globe as you’re once again humiliated and embarrassed by your lack of talent or ability.
In closing I’d like to take a moment to publicly address some backstage gossip revolving around a possible Special Attraction Faction’s affair that is rumored to see MDK lead a team against John Cable’s team and Hawaiian Hardhead’s team. While I usually don’t play well with others I’ll make an exception this go around by offering my services to Hawaiian Hardhead because nobody despises MDK or John Cable more than I do. I don’t care about anything other than besting each of them when it matters and I can’t think of a single bigger stage than by doing just that should this rumor actually be coming to reality. I won’t beg, I won’t plead and I won’t ask anymore to be a part of it. I’m not a hard man to find nor a hard man to reach and I would venture to say that it might be a little foolish not to take me up on this offer. The ball is in your court, Mr. Hardhead.