Post by Steven Luke on Mar 8, 2011 13:38:45 GMT -6
This is just what I needed right now, Jack Manson, my personal punching bag.
I don't know if you have been paying attention lately Jack, but I'm stuck in a bit of a rut. Ever since I beat you the first time around I have been on quite a streak of bad luck.
Sure, I retained my championship against you when I pinned your shoulders to the mat last month, but my shoulders just happened to be down as well.
That means that since the first time I beat you I have only won one match, and in that match I was teamed with Zelda. No one loses when teamed with her so does that even count? I don't even know anymore Jack. All I know is that a month in a half ago you said you were going to end my hot streak by pinning me to the mat and you failed, partially. You failed to pin my shoulders to the mat but you indirectly ended my streak. Something happened when I faced you and I haven't been able to turn it around ever since.
I'm not sure what happened that night. That win should have continued to propel me to the top. I pinned the cornerstone of the company. I pinned the two time National Champion. I proved that night that the current National Champion is better then the first ever National Champion. Instead it triggered a free fall. Somehow your bad luck rubbed off on me and I haven't been the same since. I feel more like Bad Luck Chuck then like the National Champion. I feel more like Joe Everyman then one of the founding members of the greatest stable to ever grace the wrestling world. Instead of feeling like one of the wrestlers that is on top of his game I feel like, well, you.
So you may not have succeeded Jack. You may not have pinned me and stopped the streak. You may have failed in taking the National Championship from me last month. You did though succeed it taking my livelihood away from me. Which you can be proud of, but unfortunately, you're in the same boat aren't you Jack? You haven't been doing a whole lot of winning since I beat you that first time either. You won your way into another match with me, but then what? You got into a big fight with a helpless Ref and almost got yourself fired over it. You got your rematch by attacking me in front of the General Manager. Then most recently you fought to a no contest with Andrew Jacobsen after you nailed him in the head with my Championship belt.
It doesn't sound like you're doing much better then I am lately, and mix in the fact that you have failed to beat me and it seems that the stars have lined up for me to have my second successful title defense. Defending this title is not what I'm worried about though. No, I'm more worried about getting this voodoo you have somehow placed on me off, and I don't know if it will help but the only way I can think of to get rid of it is to beat you within an inch of your life. Maybe, just maybe, I can beat you until you walk away from the wrestling ring for a third time in your young career and this negative mojo you put on me will walk out with you. So I'm focused on one thing Jack, and that's getting rid of you and turning this negative streak around once and for all.
Now, this is where I would normally cut away to something I did this week. Maybe a little skit making fun of you or a conversation with Charlie that shows how focused we both are walking into your matches at Crossroads. This week there will be none of that. There will be no comedy to keep the fans entertained while I rant about you. This week I'm not doing these promos to keep those idiots who don't care if I live or die happy. This week I'm trying to get to the point Jack, and that point is that I will not stop until I am looked at as one of the greatest National Champions to ever grace New Championship Wrestling. How do I do that? By beating you first, and then beating anyone that steps in my way.
So this week is all about me and you. This week is all focus. Last month I gave you some respect for what you've done in that ring. Last month I have you respect for your skills in that ring. Last month I asked you to rip down the house with me in order to put on the best match possible and get that feeling of power that I've been looking for ever since I came back.
This month I give you no respect though. I give you no respect because you've done nothing to earn this shot. You got this rematch by threatening an innocent ref who did his job right and called it just like he seen it. You got here because the General Manager has it out for me and the rest of the Young Guns because he couldn't take us out before he retired. I have you respect last month because you earned that shot, even if you did earn it by beating Joe Everyman and Ricky Johnson. This month you get no respect because you don't deserve any. So bring that "Maniac" that you have buried deep inside of you. Use that hidden power to lose control and let it help you try and beat me. I'll just bring myself. I don't need to unleash some beast inside of me to be at the top of my game because I always bring everything I have.
I don't know if you have been paying attention lately Jack, but I'm stuck in a bit of a rut. Ever since I beat you the first time around I have been on quite a streak of bad luck.
Sure, I retained my championship against you when I pinned your shoulders to the mat last month, but my shoulders just happened to be down as well.
That means that since the first time I beat you I have only won one match, and in that match I was teamed with Zelda. No one loses when teamed with her so does that even count? I don't even know anymore Jack. All I know is that a month in a half ago you said you were going to end my hot streak by pinning me to the mat and you failed, partially. You failed to pin my shoulders to the mat but you indirectly ended my streak. Something happened when I faced you and I haven't been able to turn it around ever since.
I'm not sure what happened that night. That win should have continued to propel me to the top. I pinned the cornerstone of the company. I pinned the two time National Champion. I proved that night that the current National Champion is better then the first ever National Champion. Instead it triggered a free fall. Somehow your bad luck rubbed off on me and I haven't been the same since. I feel more like Bad Luck Chuck then like the National Champion. I feel more like Joe Everyman then one of the founding members of the greatest stable to ever grace the wrestling world. Instead of feeling like one of the wrestlers that is on top of his game I feel like, well, you.
So you may not have succeeded Jack. You may not have pinned me and stopped the streak. You may have failed in taking the National Championship from me last month. You did though succeed it taking my livelihood away from me. Which you can be proud of, but unfortunately, you're in the same boat aren't you Jack? You haven't been doing a whole lot of winning since I beat you that first time either. You won your way into another match with me, but then what? You got into a big fight with a helpless Ref and almost got yourself fired over it. You got your rematch by attacking me in front of the General Manager. Then most recently you fought to a no contest with Andrew Jacobsen after you nailed him in the head with my Championship belt.
It doesn't sound like you're doing much better then I am lately, and mix in the fact that you have failed to beat me and it seems that the stars have lined up for me to have my second successful title defense. Defending this title is not what I'm worried about though. No, I'm more worried about getting this voodoo you have somehow placed on me off, and I don't know if it will help but the only way I can think of to get rid of it is to beat you within an inch of your life. Maybe, just maybe, I can beat you until you walk away from the wrestling ring for a third time in your young career and this negative mojo you put on me will walk out with you. So I'm focused on one thing Jack, and that's getting rid of you and turning this negative streak around once and for all.
Now, this is where I would normally cut away to something I did this week. Maybe a little skit making fun of you or a conversation with Charlie that shows how focused we both are walking into your matches at Crossroads. This week there will be none of that. There will be no comedy to keep the fans entertained while I rant about you. This week I'm not doing these promos to keep those idiots who don't care if I live or die happy. This week I'm trying to get to the point Jack, and that point is that I will not stop until I am looked at as one of the greatest National Champions to ever grace New Championship Wrestling. How do I do that? By beating you first, and then beating anyone that steps in my way.
So this week is all about me and you. This week is all focus. Last month I gave you some respect for what you've done in that ring. Last month I have you respect for your skills in that ring. Last month I asked you to rip down the house with me in order to put on the best match possible and get that feeling of power that I've been looking for ever since I came back.
This month I give you no respect though. I give you no respect because you've done nothing to earn this shot. You got this rematch by threatening an innocent ref who did his job right and called it just like he seen it. You got here because the General Manager has it out for me and the rest of the Young Guns because he couldn't take us out before he retired. I have you respect last month because you earned that shot, even if you did earn it by beating Joe Everyman and Ricky Johnson. This month you get no respect because you don't deserve any. So bring that "Maniac" that you have buried deep inside of you. Use that hidden power to lose control and let it help you try and beat me. I'll just bring myself. I don't need to unleash some beast inside of me to be at the top of my game because I always bring everything I have.