Post by Ander Carvetti on Mar 13, 2011 3:39:25 GMT -6
“Strength is Happiness. Strength is itself victory. In weakness and cowardice there is no happiness. When you wage a struggle, you might win or you might lose. But regardless of the short-term outcome, the very fact of your continuing to struggle is proof of your victory as a human being.” - Daisaku Ikeda
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In every conflict, we all have our own reasons for stepping out there to do battle and fight our own personal wars.
We have something that carries us to push ourselves just a little bit harder, something that drives us a little faster, something that makes us go just that inch further.
Everybody in this world has this mission that gets them up each and every day. A dream, a goal, something to live for.
Really, that's what this is about. That something. That one little thing that continues to drive us just a step forward.
For me, it's those damned Tag Titles.
Those belts that say that I'm one half of the best tag team in the world today. I worked hard to get those belts the first time around. I worked my ass off to prove that I was on the same level as the elite in this company. I wanted to be looked at as though I was just as good as Angel or Alex Jones, and I fought to prove that. Those belts were the vindication for my struggle.
They were my salvation, if you will.
I've been called a lot of names in this company. Long-winded, bland, boring, dull... and actually, my personal favorite thus far has been diva. That has been the one name that's made me chuckle a little on the inside.
And you know what? Maybe to some extent, those are all true.
I am dull, I am boring, and I am long winded. I do have a lot to say and I do make a big deal about it. Screw it. I am a big deal in this company, whether anyone wants to admit it or not. Ask any big name in this company who is likely to be a star in the next year and you're going to hear my name come up. I'm the next big thing on two powder kegs for legs.
You wanna know something else though?
You want to know what makes me such a big deal?
You want to know what else is true about me?
Ask about my heart. Ask about my desire. Ask about how hard I'm willing to push myself to be the best around here. Ask anyone in the back what Ander Carvetti will do to be the best that nCw has ever seen and the answer will be the same every single time.
Everything.
I will give everything of myself to be the absolute best in this company. I want to be looked at as the greatest of my generation of wrestlers. I won't settle for being some second rate talent that trails behind the big names here. I won't even settle for being just a big name. That's not good enough for me.
I want to be THE NAME.
Each and every time that I step into that ring, I leave part of my soul out there on that canvas. I leave a little bit of my blood on the ring. I leave my own flesh out there on the ropes. I give myself to my craft in the hopes that if I continue to push myself towards greatness, I will be rewarded for my efforts. Even if there is very little left for me to give, I still find a little bit more to tithe.
I approved of Jacobsen being my partner because he is of the exact same mindset. He gives and gives and gives of himself until he has very little for himself, but he does it because he wants to be remembered as being a legend. So he fights for everything that he has. Even when he has very little left, he still fights on. He wants to be remembered for being who he was, and I commend that.
And truth being, when that bell rings...
We're going to give a lot of ourselves.
We're going to bleed for what we want. We're going to be crucified for what we're fighting for. We're going to be weighed and measured to find out whether or not we are deserving enough to be called champions in this company. We are going to have to dance with the proverbial devil to find out if we truly deserve to be that which we claim to be...
The best...
We're being given the chance to stand tall, shake the heavens, and tell the entire world in one loud voice that we deserve to be here and that glory will be ours. We're going to get the chance to show exactly what we're made of. We're going to show that inside of us is the heart and soul of legends and that we are the best this company has.
This is our chance and opportunity.
This is our time.
This is where we stand up and say that we will win, we will stand bravely, and we will triumph over our enemies and do so in a glorious fashion. This is where we rise up and take what is ours.
This is where we crush our cowardly enemies. Our enemies who do not deserve the glory and admiration that has been bestowed upon them. Our enemies who have ran away from us, denying us our rightful vengeance. Our enemies who have talked, and talked, and talked, but have yet to engage in any form of action.
This is the day where our enemies, the cowards, will die a thousand deaths.
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(You're taken to the inside scene of a hotel room. Just a simple hotel room, really. Maroon-ish walls with a single bed. A TV that's been turned off sitting on a dresser where one could store clothes. In the bed are Roxxxie and Ander Carvetti, lying together. Roxxxie appears to have on a t-shirt, and the same could be said for Ander. The two appear to be engaged in some sort of dialog...)[/b]
”Hey Roxxx...”
”Heya Hun.”
”About my match with DDK and Knite...”
(Roxxxie cocked her head at the question asked by Ander....)
”What about it?”
(Ander made a slight shrug, trying to convey some level of cool and calm that may not quite be there....)
"What chances do you give Andrew and I?"
(Roxxxie began to nod, perhaps noticing some concern in her charge's behavior...)
”A pretty good chance. Why?”
”Just curious. Wanted your opinion.”
(Roxxxie immediately chuckled at the comment, having not seen this side of Ander before. Indeed it was uncommon to see the normally stoic and unemotional kickboxer actually concerned with his own match.)
”You're not getting cold feet, are you?”
(Ander himself laughed at that statement. Scared may not be the right emotion, but there were definitely others running through him at that time.)
"Nah, not at all. A little excited. A bit nervous even. Dunno how to control myself, really."
(Roxxxie calmly placed a hand on Ander's shoulder, trying to keep him a bit calmer.)
”You will do fine. Both of you will do fine.”
(Ander sighed and tried to relax himself...)[/b]
"I hope so. I've waited for this match for awhile. I don't want to disappoint myself.... or you."
(Almost in an instant, Roxxxie smiled back at Ander, very much re-assuringly.)
"You need to have more faith in yourself. And you won't disappoint me, whatever happens, i will still stand at your side."
(Ander smiled back and kissed her on the forehead, very calmly....)
["Thanks...I appreciate that..."
(Of course, then he grins slyly and looks at her...)[/b]
”But seriously, what do you give our chances?”
(Roxxxie smiled and shrugged as she laid in bed...)
”Pretty Low. Sorry.”
(Upon hearing that, Ander could only smile as he finally rolled over and closed his eyes...)
That's what I needed to hear.
...Thanks.”
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They say that to hunt and slay a beast, your resolve can never waiver and your aim has to be true.
A lot of that can be said with you DDK.
Here I sit on the cusp of victory, just mere hours away from having the opportunity to prove that everything I've ever said has been true, and I have you and Adam standing in my way.
Specifically, I have you...
I haven't forgotten the one time that we met in the ring. It was the day where I found myself on the winning end of our encounter, and you were left laying in a pool of your own blood. A moment that I'm sure that you're not entirely familiar with, yet I know all too well.
You see, you aren't the first person that I've left laying like that. You are not the first person that I've nailed right between the eyes that has been left staring at the ceiling when he's come to. You aren't the only person who has been on the receiving end of the “Boom.”
I'm sure that had to be something different to you. No one has ever quite stopped you the way that I did. When you stepped into that ring, you expected me to just drop when you hit me, but that didn't happen. Rather, I cracked you one time against your skull, and I managed to lightly tap that unattended off switch in your head. I shut down the Man-Beast. I made you feel the Boom.
Yes, DDK. A second rate athlete teaming with a third string loser managed to knock you flat on your no talent ass. I knocked you out with my big kick. How did that feel exactly to falter to that?
And yet now, you claim to have become immune to it?
You say that after eating my kick, it'll never be the same. I'll never be able to knock you unconscious again. That was the one and only time and that I should savor it for the rest of my life because it's never going to happen again. There will be many BANGS in my future, but that Boom was your one and only.
Heh.
Silly DDK.
For sure that kick served its purpose of knocking you unconscious and giving me the win, but it did something else for me.
Better yet, it did something else for the rest of the nCw roster.
It did the same thing to you that King Leonidas did to Xerxes. Something that all out there had hoped to see.
It proved that even a God can bleed.
You were exposed, not as a beast, a God, or a crazed maniac...
But as a mere man. A man capable of being knocked out and beaten. A man who has weaknesses and frailties just like everyone else. A man who is capable of faltering,
And I'm going to prove it again.
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(I admit that I have a lot of pre-match rituals. One of which takes place hours before my match will even begin. I'm sure you've all seen it before....)
”Hey Ander! Good luck tonight!”
(I enter the arena several hours early and begin an early march into the locker room. I usually take the back route, trying to avoid a lot of people. Go figure, I'd be the anti-social type. Who'd have ever guessed, right?)
”You're going to need all the help you can get against The Bangs!”
(Nonetheless, I do encounter a few fans and a few members of the tech crew as I make my walk to the locker room area, training bags over my arms, and iPod in my hand. Only thing stopping me from hearing the people around me is the Dropkick Murphys “The Warrior's Code” blaring through the ear buds...)
”You're a fighter...
You've got the fire...
The spirit of a warrior...
The champion's heart...”
(As I think about those lyrics, I think about I got to this point, much like how I did when I thought about my encounters with Paul Star. Here I am, just a mere man with very few talents, managing to hold my own with the rest of the pro-wrestling world. Here I am, giving everything that I can of myself just to be something great...)
”You can do this Ander! You and Andrew have this!!”
(There are a lot people out there that believe that Andrew and I aren't capable of dethroning the Knightly Bangs. They say we can't do it. We're not good enough. Our resumes don't compare. We have nothing that measures up to them....)
And they might be right.
(As I get to the locker room, I accept that a lot of those criticisms are accurate. We don't have the same resumes that they have here in nCw. We aren't as well respected, aren't as widely received, and on paper, don't have what it takes to gun sling with DDK and Adam Knite. We just don't have what it takes and we're going to get dusted.)
Good, I say.
(I'm going to sit down, and I'm going wrap my knuckles in tape. I'm going to clench my fist up tight and I'm going to let all of that sink in. The notions that we can't hang. The belief that we're going to get crushed and destroyed. The thought that we aren't good enough. I'm going to let all of that soak in and resonate...)
And then I'm going to take it out on Adam Knite's skull.
(Say what you will about us, because with my fists and my feet, I will become what Adam and DDK dare believe we aren't capable of becoming. With those furious strikes, I'll show the world what I am. I'll proudly rise to the occasion and become what my heart and soul already know me to be...)
A champion.
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They say that I'm going to war with the King of nCw, himself.
Yeah, I know about all the legends. The stories. The fables and tales that surround Adam Knite.
I know that I'm stepping into the ring with one of the most decorated champions in this entire company, and for that reason, if there was ever a reason that I needed to be afraid, this would be it.
It doesn't who I've ever stepped into the ring with before, regardless of their own pedigrees. This is the big one. This is the one that matters. This is the pin fall that will carry weight across this entire company. If I can pin Adam Knite, which is a big if depending on who you ask, then I am truly deserving of my crown as nCw Tag Team Champion.
So that being said, if all of this is true...
Why is Adam Knite afraid of me?
This can all be traced back to one simple moment. One mere moment in time just a short time ago where Adam Knite stuck his nose in my match and cost me my tag team titles.
See, this has always made me wonder. This has always made me sit back during the night and wonder why Adam would go through all that trouble to screw me of all people.
The usual comments from the King himself are there.
“I could have the belts at anytime...”
“I'm the best this company has to offer...”
“They didn't deserve the belts.”
Simple things that have come out of simple mouths before, but because this is Adam Knite, the entire world is going to listen and treat it as Gospel. Because Adam says it, it has to be true.
But yet if all of this were true, then why go through the effort to screw Johnny and I just to win the belts off of inferior competition. What good did it do to cost us the titles?
And then it hit me.
You look it all the secondary titles that Adam has ever held in this company. You add that in with all of the tag reigns that Adam has to his name, where he can claim to have been the best at many a time. Then add to that the numerous world title reigns that only go to justify those claims....
And then realize exactly what all of that means to me.
Not a *** damned thing.
You can win all of the titles in this company, you can beat everyone in sight, you can tell everyone just how great you are, and yet I still stand here and I'm not intimidated in the least. I'm not afraid to step into the ring with the king of nCw. I'm not afraid to meet him on the field of battle, sword for sword, blow for blow, and lead my armies to victory over his.
I'm fearless. I'm bold. Brave even. Where most would have thrown in the towel and moved on to another pursuit, I continued the hunt and never backed down from a challenge. I want to be the absolute best and this is how it has to be done. I have to remove the pretender from his throne and take back the crown that I deserve.
And that's why I have the king running scared.
Keep running, Adam. I'm not afraid of you. I'm not afraid of losing. I'm not afraid of being beaten. There's nothing you can do to me that I haven't already been through in my career and you're well aware of that. You're all too aware that you don't have it in you to stop me. You're truly powerless to prevent me from taking back my crown.
On this day, Andrew Jacobsen and Ander Carvetti are going to achieve their birthright. They're going to march into your throne room, swords in hand, and do what needs to be done to DDK and yourself....
We're going to take your crowns...
We're going to leave you dead to the world...
...And we're going to succeed you.
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In every conflict, we all have our own reasons for stepping out there to do battle and fight our own personal wars.
We have something that carries us to push ourselves just a little bit harder, something that drives us a little faster, something that makes us go just that inch further.
Everybody in this world has this mission that gets them up each and every day. A dream, a goal, something to live for.
Really, that's what this is about. That something. That one little thing that continues to drive us just a step forward.
For me, it's those damned Tag Titles.
Those belts that say that I'm one half of the best tag team in the world today. I worked hard to get those belts the first time around. I worked my ass off to prove that I was on the same level as the elite in this company. I wanted to be looked at as though I was just as good as Angel or Alex Jones, and I fought to prove that. Those belts were the vindication for my struggle.
They were my salvation, if you will.
I've been called a lot of names in this company. Long-winded, bland, boring, dull... and actually, my personal favorite thus far has been diva. That has been the one name that's made me chuckle a little on the inside.
And you know what? Maybe to some extent, those are all true.
I am dull, I am boring, and I am long winded. I do have a lot to say and I do make a big deal about it. Screw it. I am a big deal in this company, whether anyone wants to admit it or not. Ask any big name in this company who is likely to be a star in the next year and you're going to hear my name come up. I'm the next big thing on two powder kegs for legs.
You wanna know something else though?
You want to know what makes me such a big deal?
You want to know what else is true about me?
Ask about my heart. Ask about my desire. Ask about how hard I'm willing to push myself to be the best around here. Ask anyone in the back what Ander Carvetti will do to be the best that nCw has ever seen and the answer will be the same every single time.
Everything.
I will give everything of myself to be the absolute best in this company. I want to be looked at as the greatest of my generation of wrestlers. I won't settle for being some second rate talent that trails behind the big names here. I won't even settle for being just a big name. That's not good enough for me.
I want to be THE NAME.
Each and every time that I step into that ring, I leave part of my soul out there on that canvas. I leave a little bit of my blood on the ring. I leave my own flesh out there on the ropes. I give myself to my craft in the hopes that if I continue to push myself towards greatness, I will be rewarded for my efforts. Even if there is very little left for me to give, I still find a little bit more to tithe.
I approved of Jacobsen being my partner because he is of the exact same mindset. He gives and gives and gives of himself until he has very little for himself, but he does it because he wants to be remembered as being a legend. So he fights for everything that he has. Even when he has very little left, he still fights on. He wants to be remembered for being who he was, and I commend that.
And truth being, when that bell rings...
We're going to give a lot of ourselves.
We're going to bleed for what we want. We're going to be crucified for what we're fighting for. We're going to be weighed and measured to find out whether or not we are deserving enough to be called champions in this company. We are going to have to dance with the proverbial devil to find out if we truly deserve to be that which we claim to be...
The best...
We're being given the chance to stand tall, shake the heavens, and tell the entire world in one loud voice that we deserve to be here and that glory will be ours. We're going to get the chance to show exactly what we're made of. We're going to show that inside of us is the heart and soul of legends and that we are the best this company has.
This is our chance and opportunity.
This is our time.
This is where we stand up and say that we will win, we will stand bravely, and we will triumph over our enemies and do so in a glorious fashion. This is where we rise up and take what is ours.
This is where we crush our cowardly enemies. Our enemies who do not deserve the glory and admiration that has been bestowed upon them. Our enemies who have ran away from us, denying us our rightful vengeance. Our enemies who have talked, and talked, and talked, but have yet to engage in any form of action.
This is the day where our enemies, the cowards, will die a thousand deaths.
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(You're taken to the inside scene of a hotel room. Just a simple hotel room, really. Maroon-ish walls with a single bed. A TV that's been turned off sitting on a dresser where one could store clothes. In the bed are Roxxxie and Ander Carvetti, lying together. Roxxxie appears to have on a t-shirt, and the same could be said for Ander. The two appear to be engaged in some sort of dialog...)[/b]
”Hey Roxxx...”
”Heya Hun.”
”About my match with DDK and Knite...”
(Roxxxie cocked her head at the question asked by Ander....)
”What about it?”
(Ander made a slight shrug, trying to convey some level of cool and calm that may not quite be there....)
"What chances do you give Andrew and I?"
(Roxxxie began to nod, perhaps noticing some concern in her charge's behavior...)
”A pretty good chance. Why?”
”Just curious. Wanted your opinion.”
(Roxxxie immediately chuckled at the comment, having not seen this side of Ander before. Indeed it was uncommon to see the normally stoic and unemotional kickboxer actually concerned with his own match.)
”You're not getting cold feet, are you?”
(Ander himself laughed at that statement. Scared may not be the right emotion, but there were definitely others running through him at that time.)
"Nah, not at all. A little excited. A bit nervous even. Dunno how to control myself, really."
(Roxxxie calmly placed a hand on Ander's shoulder, trying to keep him a bit calmer.)
”You will do fine. Both of you will do fine.”
(Ander sighed and tried to relax himself...)[/b]
"I hope so. I've waited for this match for awhile. I don't want to disappoint myself.... or you."
(Almost in an instant, Roxxxie smiled back at Ander, very much re-assuringly.)
"You need to have more faith in yourself. And you won't disappoint me, whatever happens, i will still stand at your side."
(Ander smiled back and kissed her on the forehead, very calmly....)
["Thanks...I appreciate that..."
(Of course, then he grins slyly and looks at her...)[/b]
”But seriously, what do you give our chances?”
(Roxxxie smiled and shrugged as she laid in bed...)
”Pretty Low. Sorry.”
(Upon hearing that, Ander could only smile as he finally rolled over and closed his eyes...)
That's what I needed to hear.
...Thanks.”
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They say that to hunt and slay a beast, your resolve can never waiver and your aim has to be true.
A lot of that can be said with you DDK.
Here I sit on the cusp of victory, just mere hours away from having the opportunity to prove that everything I've ever said has been true, and I have you and Adam standing in my way.
Specifically, I have you...
I haven't forgotten the one time that we met in the ring. It was the day where I found myself on the winning end of our encounter, and you were left laying in a pool of your own blood. A moment that I'm sure that you're not entirely familiar with, yet I know all too well.
You see, you aren't the first person that I've left laying like that. You are not the first person that I've nailed right between the eyes that has been left staring at the ceiling when he's come to. You aren't the only person who has been on the receiving end of the “Boom.”
I'm sure that had to be something different to you. No one has ever quite stopped you the way that I did. When you stepped into that ring, you expected me to just drop when you hit me, but that didn't happen. Rather, I cracked you one time against your skull, and I managed to lightly tap that unattended off switch in your head. I shut down the Man-Beast. I made you feel the Boom.
Yes, DDK. A second rate athlete teaming with a third string loser managed to knock you flat on your no talent ass. I knocked you out with my big kick. How did that feel exactly to falter to that?
And yet now, you claim to have become immune to it?
You say that after eating my kick, it'll never be the same. I'll never be able to knock you unconscious again. That was the one and only time and that I should savor it for the rest of my life because it's never going to happen again. There will be many BANGS in my future, but that Boom was your one and only.
Heh.
Silly DDK.
For sure that kick served its purpose of knocking you unconscious and giving me the win, but it did something else for me.
Better yet, it did something else for the rest of the nCw roster.
It did the same thing to you that King Leonidas did to Xerxes. Something that all out there had hoped to see.
It proved that even a God can bleed.
You were exposed, not as a beast, a God, or a crazed maniac...
But as a mere man. A man capable of being knocked out and beaten. A man who has weaknesses and frailties just like everyone else. A man who is capable of faltering,
And I'm going to prove it again.
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(I admit that I have a lot of pre-match rituals. One of which takes place hours before my match will even begin. I'm sure you've all seen it before....)
”Hey Ander! Good luck tonight!”
(I enter the arena several hours early and begin an early march into the locker room. I usually take the back route, trying to avoid a lot of people. Go figure, I'd be the anti-social type. Who'd have ever guessed, right?)
”You're going to need all the help you can get against The Bangs!”
(Nonetheless, I do encounter a few fans and a few members of the tech crew as I make my walk to the locker room area, training bags over my arms, and iPod in my hand. Only thing stopping me from hearing the people around me is the Dropkick Murphys “The Warrior's Code” blaring through the ear buds...)
”You're a fighter...
You've got the fire...
The spirit of a warrior...
The champion's heart...”
(As I think about those lyrics, I think about I got to this point, much like how I did when I thought about my encounters with Paul Star. Here I am, just a mere man with very few talents, managing to hold my own with the rest of the pro-wrestling world. Here I am, giving everything that I can of myself just to be something great...)
”You can do this Ander! You and Andrew have this!!”
(There are a lot people out there that believe that Andrew and I aren't capable of dethroning the Knightly Bangs. They say we can't do it. We're not good enough. Our resumes don't compare. We have nothing that measures up to them....)
And they might be right.
(As I get to the locker room, I accept that a lot of those criticisms are accurate. We don't have the same resumes that they have here in nCw. We aren't as well respected, aren't as widely received, and on paper, don't have what it takes to gun sling with DDK and Adam Knite. We just don't have what it takes and we're going to get dusted.)
Good, I say.
(I'm going to sit down, and I'm going wrap my knuckles in tape. I'm going to clench my fist up tight and I'm going to let all of that sink in. The notions that we can't hang. The belief that we're going to get crushed and destroyed. The thought that we aren't good enough. I'm going to let all of that soak in and resonate...)
And then I'm going to take it out on Adam Knite's skull.
(Say what you will about us, because with my fists and my feet, I will become what Adam and DDK dare believe we aren't capable of becoming. With those furious strikes, I'll show the world what I am. I'll proudly rise to the occasion and become what my heart and soul already know me to be...)
A champion.
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They say that I'm going to war with the King of nCw, himself.
Yeah, I know about all the legends. The stories. The fables and tales that surround Adam Knite.
I know that I'm stepping into the ring with one of the most decorated champions in this entire company, and for that reason, if there was ever a reason that I needed to be afraid, this would be it.
It doesn't who I've ever stepped into the ring with before, regardless of their own pedigrees. This is the big one. This is the one that matters. This is the pin fall that will carry weight across this entire company. If I can pin Adam Knite, which is a big if depending on who you ask, then I am truly deserving of my crown as nCw Tag Team Champion.
So that being said, if all of this is true...
Why is Adam Knite afraid of me?
This can all be traced back to one simple moment. One mere moment in time just a short time ago where Adam Knite stuck his nose in my match and cost me my tag team titles.
See, this has always made me wonder. This has always made me sit back during the night and wonder why Adam would go through all that trouble to screw me of all people.
The usual comments from the King himself are there.
“I could have the belts at anytime...”
“I'm the best this company has to offer...”
“They didn't deserve the belts.”
Simple things that have come out of simple mouths before, but because this is Adam Knite, the entire world is going to listen and treat it as Gospel. Because Adam says it, it has to be true.
But yet if all of this were true, then why go through the effort to screw Johnny and I just to win the belts off of inferior competition. What good did it do to cost us the titles?
And then it hit me.
You look it all the secondary titles that Adam has ever held in this company. You add that in with all of the tag reigns that Adam has to his name, where he can claim to have been the best at many a time. Then add to that the numerous world title reigns that only go to justify those claims....
And then realize exactly what all of that means to me.
Not a *** damned thing.
You can win all of the titles in this company, you can beat everyone in sight, you can tell everyone just how great you are, and yet I still stand here and I'm not intimidated in the least. I'm not afraid to step into the ring with the king of nCw. I'm not afraid to meet him on the field of battle, sword for sword, blow for blow, and lead my armies to victory over his.
I'm fearless. I'm bold. Brave even. Where most would have thrown in the towel and moved on to another pursuit, I continued the hunt and never backed down from a challenge. I want to be the absolute best and this is how it has to be done. I have to remove the pretender from his throne and take back the crown that I deserve.
And that's why I have the king running scared.
Keep running, Adam. I'm not afraid of you. I'm not afraid of losing. I'm not afraid of being beaten. There's nothing you can do to me that I haven't already been through in my career and you're well aware of that. You're all too aware that you don't have it in you to stop me. You're truly powerless to prevent me from taking back my crown.
On this day, Andrew Jacobsen and Ander Carvetti are going to achieve their birthright. They're going to march into your throne room, swords in hand, and do what needs to be done to DDK and yourself....
We're going to take your crowns...
We're going to leave you dead to the world...
...And we're going to succeed you.