Post by Ricky Johnson on Jun 26, 2011 2:22:57 GMT -6
Oh, There you are.
I was beginning to think you wouldn't show.
Well now, we've been going for a very long time haven't we?
You and I, back and forth.
Some times you win, sometimes I win.
Well, most of the time I win.
You my friend, are starting to look a little desperate.
It's beginning to get a little too easy.
You continue to pull everyone you can out of the woodwork in some vain attempt to stop me.
I mean, I've told you it's too late.
But, remarkably, and foolishly, you continue to try.
Case in point, this Sunday.
You send a clown?
Let me repeat that, just so I completely understand this.
You send in a clown in order to stop me?
What's that in the air I smell?
Oh yes, it's nothing but pure, 100% desperation.
A most foul aroma.
Are you even trying any more?
Do you think because his name is Freakke that he's somehow going to intimidate me?
That he's sicker? More disturbed? More evil?
Or does that even matter to you?
I'm beginning to think that you just want anybody to shut me up.
That's what it is.
Come now, you can honestly think this is even going to be fair.
You know I will crush this man
You know that.
Are you getting, some kind of sick pleasure out of this?
Do you enjoy watching your warriors fall one by one by one.
Because that's what happening.
I mean, I'm enjoying this.
...
But, you know what?
I think you're putting a false bravado.
You, you want just to think that you're enjoying this.
Yes, you are really scared at this point.
You're sending Freakke the Clown, a man who is more than likely not ready to even compete, much less at my level to battle me.
You want him, to try and stop me.
I know it has dawned to you that everyone you're sending my way is getting beaten.
All of them.
Marlay is probably never coming back.
Adam Knite was dethroned.
Lockwood dropped in a heatbeat.
And now, I'm going to make the clown cry.
This is the fourth different man you've sent so far.
All of them so far have been miserable FAILURES.
What makes you think the clown will be any different?
Because I personally, don't see anything.
Nothing I should fear.
Nothing I should respect.
Nothing I should be...even concerned about.
Yes I know Freakke is an accomplished wrestler.
I know he has won multiple titles.
And I. Don't. CARE.
...
This Sunday, after I defeat the clown...
Leave him a broken, battered mess in the middle of the ring.
What will you say then?
What will you have after that?
How many more have to suffer?
Oh yeah, as many as I want to suffer.
You keep sending them, I keep sending them back, licking their wounds.
That is how this works
And that's how it will continue.
Til their's only me...and you.
Once there is nobody left to defeat.
No one left you can dig out of the dirt to stall.
It's only a matter of time.
Yes...Time.
"T" is for time.
As in, yours, and it is running out.
You can send the clown.
Tick. Tock.
Time marches on, no matter how you try to stall it.
It's all coming to a head.
And Sunday, another bunch of sand goes through the hourglass.
How much more time do you think you have?
How many more people can you send, before the time expires.
And what will you do, when it's my time?
We are rapidly approaching that time.
Now, you did notice all the letters right?
C-R-Y-V-I-T-
There is only one letter left.
Then maybe, just maybe, you'll fully understand.
But that's a big maybe.
...
Oh, where are my manners?
I talked about the clown, but I did not address the clown.
So, let's do that now:
Clown, you are a late comer to the party.
And I mean, late.
I can see fashionably late, or making an entrance late.
But you are none of those.
You're just the "oh, he finally showed" kind of late.
The "wife doing the foot tap" late
And by the way, you're crashing the party.
This is invatation only, sir.
You are just an uninvited person.
So, I'm afraid you'll have to be removed.
Now, do make this difficult.
Just take your beating, and walk away.
This doesn't really concern you.
I mean, who invites a clown anywhere?
So clown, I will do what must be done, and you can make some kind of triumphant return next time.
This night, Reborn, is my night.
Because I have to cause you pain, to cause them pain.
And I enjoy seeing them in pain.
So you can make this very easy.
Or you can make it hard.
Easy is the best choice.
The hard choice, I'm afraid, has DIRE consequences.
I know you're coming back after a long lay-off.
I know you're eager to test out your body's limits.
But how sure are you?
I mean, have you been following me over the past few months.
I'm the most dangerous man in NCW right now.
I can end careers any time my little heart desires.
And I can do it to you.
And I will if you make it so.
What ever you thought that you knew about me? Forget about it.
Times have changed.
You're not the deranged, sick one anymore.
I have snatched that from you in your absence.
Want proof?
Come to the ring on Sunday.
There's I will show you just how sick, how deranged a true MASTER at it can be.
Then, when it's over, and you have even more doubt about your abilities?
You'll know the TRUTH.
I will go on forever, just like time.
So the question I pose to you in closing is this:
How much time do you think you have?
Sleep on that. I will see you all soon.
Maybe sooner than you think.
I was beginning to think you wouldn't show.
Well now, we've been going for a very long time haven't we?
You and I, back and forth.
Some times you win, sometimes I win.
Well, most of the time I win.
You my friend, are starting to look a little desperate.
It's beginning to get a little too easy.
You continue to pull everyone you can out of the woodwork in some vain attempt to stop me.
I mean, I've told you it's too late.
But, remarkably, and foolishly, you continue to try.
Case in point, this Sunday.
You send a clown?
Let me repeat that, just so I completely understand this.
You send in a clown in order to stop me?
What's that in the air I smell?
Oh yes, it's nothing but pure, 100% desperation.
A most foul aroma.
Are you even trying any more?
Do you think because his name is Freakke that he's somehow going to intimidate me?
That he's sicker? More disturbed? More evil?
Or does that even matter to you?
I'm beginning to think that you just want anybody to shut me up.
That's what it is.
Come now, you can honestly think this is even going to be fair.
You know I will crush this man
You know that.
Are you getting, some kind of sick pleasure out of this?
Do you enjoy watching your warriors fall one by one by one.
Because that's what happening.
I mean, I'm enjoying this.
...
But, you know what?
I think you're putting a false bravado.
You, you want just to think that you're enjoying this.
Yes, you are really scared at this point.
You're sending Freakke the Clown, a man who is more than likely not ready to even compete, much less at my level to battle me.
You want him, to try and stop me.
I know it has dawned to you that everyone you're sending my way is getting beaten.
All of them.
Marlay is probably never coming back.
Adam Knite was dethroned.
Lockwood dropped in a heatbeat.
And now, I'm going to make the clown cry.
This is the fourth different man you've sent so far.
All of them so far have been miserable FAILURES.
What makes you think the clown will be any different?
Because I personally, don't see anything.
Nothing I should fear.
Nothing I should respect.
Nothing I should be...even concerned about.
Yes I know Freakke is an accomplished wrestler.
I know he has won multiple titles.
And I. Don't. CARE.
...
This Sunday, after I defeat the clown...
Leave him a broken, battered mess in the middle of the ring.
What will you say then?
What will you have after that?
How many more have to suffer?
Oh yeah, as many as I want to suffer.
You keep sending them, I keep sending them back, licking their wounds.
That is how this works
And that's how it will continue.
Til their's only me...and you.
Once there is nobody left to defeat.
No one left you can dig out of the dirt to stall.
It's only a matter of time.
Yes...Time.
"T" is for time.
As in, yours, and it is running out.
You can send the clown.
Tick. Tock.
Time marches on, no matter how you try to stall it.
It's all coming to a head.
And Sunday, another bunch of sand goes through the hourglass.
How much more time do you think you have?
How many more people can you send, before the time expires.
And what will you do, when it's my time?
We are rapidly approaching that time.
Now, you did notice all the letters right?
C-R-Y-V-I-T-
There is only one letter left.
Then maybe, just maybe, you'll fully understand.
But that's a big maybe.
...
Oh, where are my manners?
I talked about the clown, but I did not address the clown.
So, let's do that now:
Clown, you are a late comer to the party.
And I mean, late.
I can see fashionably late, or making an entrance late.
But you are none of those.
You're just the "oh, he finally showed" kind of late.
The "wife doing the foot tap" late
And by the way, you're crashing the party.
This is invatation only, sir.
You are just an uninvited person.
So, I'm afraid you'll have to be removed.
Now, do make this difficult.
Just take your beating, and walk away.
This doesn't really concern you.
I mean, who invites a clown anywhere?
So clown, I will do what must be done, and you can make some kind of triumphant return next time.
This night, Reborn, is my night.
Because I have to cause you pain, to cause them pain.
And I enjoy seeing them in pain.
So you can make this very easy.
Or you can make it hard.
Easy is the best choice.
The hard choice, I'm afraid, has DIRE consequences.
I know you're coming back after a long lay-off.
I know you're eager to test out your body's limits.
But how sure are you?
I mean, have you been following me over the past few months.
I'm the most dangerous man in NCW right now.
I can end careers any time my little heart desires.
And I can do it to you.
And I will if you make it so.
What ever you thought that you knew about me? Forget about it.
Times have changed.
You're not the deranged, sick one anymore.
I have snatched that from you in your absence.
Want proof?
Come to the ring on Sunday.
There's I will show you just how sick, how deranged a true MASTER at it can be.
Then, when it's over, and you have even more doubt about your abilities?
You'll know the TRUTH.
I will go on forever, just like time.
So the question I pose to you in closing is this:
How much time do you think you have?
Sleep on that. I will see you all soon.
Maybe sooner than you think.