Post by Chuck Moss on Nov 28, 2010 4:57:12 GMT -6
Chuck's sitting on a wooden chair with no back. He clicks his finger and plays the tape recorder.
”Moss, all I've really got to say about you or to you is that I want you to remember whose the legal man in the ring. After the match, I don't care whose limbs you tear from their sockets. Until then, if its me in the ring, don't go after Blair. That'll get you dropped pretty damned fast. That's all.”
And that's it Freakke. That's all you have to say to me or about me? Falcon & Blair both get a mouthful and I get a blurb? Why is it that everybody refuses to take me seriously?
I'm not going to plead with you guys or beg for you to recognize me anymore. Take a look at my track record; I've been here for two months. A short time in wrestling, but it has felt like a hell of a long time. I've beaten cannibals, guys like Andrew Cage. I've even beaten you Freakke while you were holding the ***damn belt! But that doesn't worry you..you...or you. In your fantasy world I'm just the fourth wheel. I'm added to your triple threat match because of circumstances out of my control. Let me tell you something: I worked hard to bring myself to this level. I worked my ass to the ****ing BONE. Look at the weight I've lost, the skills I've picked up, and the check marks in the W column...but if I left right now at this very moment nobody would really care.. Not a single person would give a ****.
You know what that feels like? Any of you? To be somebody living on a street corner that nobody gives a **** about, and then clean up only to find that it didn't make a damn difference. Not one single person cares about Chuck Moss...live or die. Some of that my fault, but do you really know how that feels? Being hated or discriminated at least there's something there, but to be an afterthought? A nobody? To be undercut and told you aren't ever going to be good enough?
So going in to this match I truly understand this game now. No matter what I do I'll always be an afterthought and a bum. A loser. That belt that you guys don't seem to care about is my only shot at getting rid of that stigma. It's my only shot at making myself known. If I lose it's going to set me back three months of my life and hell is sure to follow...but that's the last reason why I want this so bad.
At this moment in time all I want to do is see your pissed off cowardly face Jason Blair after I take your title, to see the disappointment in your politicking eyes Falcon after you realize who just beat you, and Freakke I want to look in your mind and watch it finally snap in two.
Chuck stares into the camera for a minute until the battery dies on the handheld.
”Moss, all I've really got to say about you or to you is that I want you to remember whose the legal man in the ring. After the match, I don't care whose limbs you tear from their sockets. Until then, if its me in the ring, don't go after Blair. That'll get you dropped pretty damned fast. That's all.”
And that's it Freakke. That's all you have to say to me or about me? Falcon & Blair both get a mouthful and I get a blurb? Why is it that everybody refuses to take me seriously?
I'm not going to plead with you guys or beg for you to recognize me anymore. Take a look at my track record; I've been here for two months. A short time in wrestling, but it has felt like a hell of a long time. I've beaten cannibals, guys like Andrew Cage. I've even beaten you Freakke while you were holding the ***damn belt! But that doesn't worry you..you...or you. In your fantasy world I'm just the fourth wheel. I'm added to your triple threat match because of circumstances out of my control. Let me tell you something: I worked hard to bring myself to this level. I worked my ass to the ****ing BONE. Look at the weight I've lost, the skills I've picked up, and the check marks in the W column...but if I left right now at this very moment nobody would really care.. Not a single person would give a ****.
You know what that feels like? Any of you? To be somebody living on a street corner that nobody gives a **** about, and then clean up only to find that it didn't make a damn difference. Not one single person cares about Chuck Moss...live or die. Some of that my fault, but do you really know how that feels? Being hated or discriminated at least there's something there, but to be an afterthought? A nobody? To be undercut and told you aren't ever going to be good enough?
So going in to this match I truly understand this game now. No matter what I do I'll always be an afterthought and a bum. A loser. That belt that you guys don't seem to care about is my only shot at getting rid of that stigma. It's my only shot at making myself known. If I lose it's going to set me back three months of my life and hell is sure to follow...but that's the last reason why I want this so bad.
At this moment in time all I want to do is see your pissed off cowardly face Jason Blair after I take your title, to see the disappointment in your politicking eyes Falcon after you realize who just beat you, and Freakke I want to look in your mind and watch it finally snap in two.
Chuck stares into the camera for a minute until the battery dies on the handheld.