Post by Ricky Johnson on Feb 6, 2011 6:29:25 GMT -6
Yeah, I'm not happy with losing last week.
I'm almost ashamed to admit that I lost to Jack Manson...again.
I can't really even take solice in the idea that Jack is most likely lose to Venom this Sunday.
I mean, that should, by all rights, be me.
But I'm not going to whine about it or anything.
I'm just a little cranky.
Roxi says I shouldn't let it get to me.
But how can I not?
Manson is now wrestling for the National championship, and I'm stuck in a mixed tag match.
That sounds fun.
So, I suppose I should talk about that.
I'm teaming with Portia Roberts, to take on Andrew Carvetti and...Roxxxie.
First, let me address Portia.
Let's get one thing clear, right here, right now: Under normal circumstances, you wouldn't be in the match.
I try not to team with random women in front of my wife, but I think she knows what the big picture is.
Now then, I hear that you have been trained, by Xavier Williams.
That's good.
Really good.
Xavier was one of the best.
I'm not kissing his ass or anything, it's just respect.
So I should be able to count on you.
That's all I'm really asking of you.
Be there. And pull your weight.
You do that, and we're all good.
Now, Should I acutally address Roxxxie?
No.
Because I'm not wrestling her, I get Andrew Carvetti.
Well, I must say, from your words you must be very confident.
That's good. I like that.
But I think you may be a little confused.
My goal isn't to impress you.
Nor to worry you,
Or to have you running scared.
Why would I want that?
I love competition.
And I get a chance to go head to head with someone such as yourself.
hungry, driven, focused.
All the things I am.
But, there is a difference between us...
I know the answer for me,
but... how much do you want it?
I don't think you want it at all.
Now, I know what you're saying:
"What makes you think that?"
Well, let's see, what's the name of your little club again?
Are you guys the young guns?
No?
You guys didn't bring back the Empire did you?
Oh, the Rat Pack?
I get confused sometimes, all these generic groups running around.
But let's focus on the group, Andrew.
Who's the leader of your little club?
....
Andrew Jacobsen?
Is he the leader?
Really?
What was that other guy's name? Holliday right? What happened to him?
And then there's you.
Andrew Carvetti.
Follower.
Minion.
Stooge.
The MOMENT Holliday was gone, you should have stepped right in, and taken that leadership role.
YOU should have taken the initiative.
But you didn't did you?
You laid back, and let someone else do the thinking for you.
THAT, is how I know, you don't want it.
So, go ahead, make the idle threats.
Mock my accomplishments
Try and convince yourself you are as good as you think you are.
Because it doesn't mean anything to me.
I don't need an ego boost.
I just know I'm fighting "the other guy" in the Rat Pack.
Who doesn't care about my title wins.
And I'm glad you don't care about my feats.
I'm tired of talking about them.
But at the end of the day, I can still use "gold is my middle name" as a slogan because I have won more championships than anyone here.
And the end of your day, you're still going to be the guy in a group led by the guy who's dating a man, and who's mother is dating Steve Awesome.
You are that guy's...lackey.
Yup, you've got me quaking in my boots.
By the way, I see what you did with the gold and diamond thing.
That was almost clever.
Maybe if I wasn't so cranky, I'd like it.
But as you and Roxxxie will find you...
You wouldn't like when I'm....Cranky.
I'm almost ashamed to admit that I lost to Jack Manson...again.
I can't really even take solice in the idea that Jack is most likely lose to Venom this Sunday.
I mean, that should, by all rights, be me.
But I'm not going to whine about it or anything.
I'm just a little cranky.
Roxi says I shouldn't let it get to me.
But how can I not?
Manson is now wrestling for the National championship, and I'm stuck in a mixed tag match.
That sounds fun.
So, I suppose I should talk about that.
I'm teaming with Portia Roberts, to take on Andrew Carvetti and...Roxxxie.
First, let me address Portia.
Let's get one thing clear, right here, right now: Under normal circumstances, you wouldn't be in the match.
I try not to team with random women in front of my wife, but I think she knows what the big picture is.
Now then, I hear that you have been trained, by Xavier Williams.
That's good.
Really good.
Xavier was one of the best.
I'm not kissing his ass or anything, it's just respect.
So I should be able to count on you.
That's all I'm really asking of you.
Be there. And pull your weight.
You do that, and we're all good.
Now, Should I acutally address Roxxxie?
No.
Because I'm not wrestling her, I get Andrew Carvetti.
Well, I must say, from your words you must be very confident.
That's good. I like that.
But I think you may be a little confused.
My goal isn't to impress you.
Nor to worry you,
Or to have you running scared.
Why would I want that?
I love competition.
And I get a chance to go head to head with someone such as yourself.
hungry, driven, focused.
All the things I am.
But, there is a difference between us...
I know the answer for me,
but... how much do you want it?
I don't think you want it at all.
Now, I know what you're saying:
"What makes you think that?"
Well, let's see, what's the name of your little club again?
Are you guys the young guns?
No?
You guys didn't bring back the Empire did you?
Oh, the Rat Pack?
I get confused sometimes, all these generic groups running around.
But let's focus on the group, Andrew.
Who's the leader of your little club?
....
Andrew Jacobsen?
Is he the leader?
Really?
What was that other guy's name? Holliday right? What happened to him?
And then there's you.
Andrew Carvetti.
Follower.
Minion.
Stooge.
The MOMENT Holliday was gone, you should have stepped right in, and taken that leadership role.
YOU should have taken the initiative.
But you didn't did you?
You laid back, and let someone else do the thinking for you.
THAT, is how I know, you don't want it.
So, go ahead, make the idle threats.
Mock my accomplishments
Try and convince yourself you are as good as you think you are.
Because it doesn't mean anything to me.
I don't need an ego boost.
I just know I'm fighting "the other guy" in the Rat Pack.
Who doesn't care about my title wins.
And I'm glad you don't care about my feats.
I'm tired of talking about them.
But at the end of the day, I can still use "gold is my middle name" as a slogan because I have won more championships than anyone here.
And the end of your day, you're still going to be the guy in a group led by the guy who's dating a man, and who's mother is dating Steve Awesome.
You are that guy's...lackey.
Yup, you've got me quaking in my boots.
By the way, I see what you did with the gold and diamond thing.
That was almost clever.
Maybe if I wasn't so cranky, I'd like it.
But as you and Roxxxie will find you...
You wouldn't like when I'm....Cranky.