Post by Ricky Johnson on Aug 25, 2011 1:01:11 GMT -6
Hello Steven.
I've been thinking and maybe that was a little harsh.
I can tell you're angry. You're upset with me.
Two weeks in a row you've been humiliated, and almost had you're career ended. I could have broken you, but she got in the way. You owe her your career Steve. And now look at you, you've got your belt back. Again, thanks to her. If I didn't know any better, I'd think she's done more for you then she's done for me.
Being saved by a woman. Doesn't that make you angry?
Truth be told, you've got plenty to be angry about. But what hurts the most? Her? The Belt? The beatings? The fact that you're completed outmatched on Sunday?
No, that's not it.
What really makes you angry is what's happening around you.
Everywhere you turn, more and more people are seeing right through you. No more lies, no more games, no more hiding. People are seeing this for what is it. The fact that you are a fraud who is being exposed for the entire viewing world to see.
You cannot wake up from this "bad dream" Steve. You're entire world is crumbling and you can't stop it. You're carefully constructed reality is unraveling right before your very eyes.
Everyone is against you now.
You can try to sway it anyway you like Steve, but the facts are crystal clear.
Whoops, pardon the pun.
Even "they" are upset with you. They do not like that you foolishly agreed to this match. Your partners, if you have any left, are all secretly smiling at your downfall behind your back. Enemies are laughing in your face, and snickering when you enter a room. They know the end of the road is near. You're little run at the time is OVER.
And the best part?
I did this to you.
I made all of that happen. I took all that from you. I mean, I have effectively RUINED you from top to bottom, and there's aspects of you I haven't even bothered to touch. Yet. In a short three weeks, I've beaten you to this point. And you're next stop when you hit rock bottom Steve. Only this time, there is no return to former glory afterwards. No redemption. No Steve Awesome DVD can salvage the broken heap I've created. Not this time.
Your only shining glimmer of hope is that you do have one friend left. One person who is still interested in your last few days of glory: My wife.
How ironic.
Isn't that a saying? "A womanizer's best friend is another man's wife."
Something like that, right?
Well, she may believe she can stop me, but she's wrong. Any information she gives you will not be enough. But you need to understand her motivation. It's not to help you. It's to get me. She's been tainted by them.
What?
Though I would leave you alone this time? That I would forget about you and how you've coddled this fraud?
No, no, how could I? that would be rude. You get to serve a very special purpose on Sunday. You get to be a witness. You get to watch on helplessly as I destroy you're pampered, hand-picked champion. I can't wait to see the look on your faces when it's over. It's going to be priceless.
But enough about you.
Steven, I know you're thinking of something clever to say to me when you do finally utter whatever garbage she's probably coached you on.
Maybe it'll be serious.
Maybe it'll be humorous.
Maybe you'll bring up some tag matches where you beat me, just to make it seem like you are capable of defeating me. Maybe you'll make some kind of sex joke. Maybe you'll call me a flash in the pan, or flavor of the moth or something like that.
I just figure, and hope there will be some anger in your voice. I would be upset too if someone I thought was nothing ended up doing what I've done to you, to me.
But it seems your shrugging me off. And that is just fine. After all, I'm just Ricky Johnson, I'm nobody, right?
Well, when this "nobody" beats you right in the middle of the ring, what will be your excuse then?
Oh, I know, I never deserved it, right? Or how about "he got lucky." I got it. It was "a fluke".
Well, sadly, none of those are true. No matter what excuse you come up with, no one will buy it. And it make you angry.
Just like you are now.
But you know what, I know what's really got you angry in the first place.
It's the fact that every word I've spoken about you, and your position...is true.
You know it is. You know it when you wake up in the morning. In the shower, the gym, every autograph session you're doing. Everywhere you go you hear my words, and know they are the truth. And you can do nothing but try to deny it.
It will eat you from the inside out.
Your entire world is falling apart, and you can do nothing to save it. You're facing an impossible task of stopping something that is too far in motion for one man, and woman, to stop at this point.
At the end of the night, as you sulk in your hotel room, belt-less and broken, the only question you'll be asking yourself is "What happened?"
It was all going so great for you for such a long time, and now, the chapter will close, and the book will be finished. No more continuing in fantasy land. No more legions of fans on Twitter, Facebook or any other outlet. No more blind followers to manipulate. For I have opened their eyes to the truth. The "Face of the Franchise" is not you. Never was, never will be. Everything you've been handed...gone in a flash.
There was another question you could have asked, but I'm going to answer it, since it seems your not too concerned with it.
"Who is Ricky Johnson?"
You're still wondering that right now aren't you? Sure, you say you're looking at me, but do you actually KNOW what your up against? I highly doubt it. Someone as arrogant and selfish as you could never know what stares them in the face until it is far too late.
Who am I?
Let me tell you.
I am your better, Steven. It's always been that way, but the less and less you saw of me, the more they shielded you from me, the more confident you became in yourself. The more you began to believe your own hype. And every once in a while, I'd bring you back down to earth. Just to see if you were truly ready. And each time, the answer was a resounding "no". So they continued to keep your little secret just that. While I proved time and time again just how good I was. But it didn't matter. Not with you being the designated "golden child". They just fed you World title matches and main events, while I was starved for a match on television. All the while, going more and more frustrated. And I made the most of it. I grabbed every brass ring imaginable, when it all meant nothing, while you failed at every single turn. But who got the chances? You. Even me defeating you made no difference in my career, and was quietly swept away from yours, as if it never happened. It still amazes me the lengths they went to. But now, they cannot keep me from you. There is no protecting the golden child anymore.
Who am I?
The man who took you apart piece by disgusting piece. The man who righted a wrong. The man who destroyed Steve Awesome's fragile ego, burst the protective bubble around him, and ruined his career.
And I have and will take extreme pleasure in doing just that.
Who am I?
I am the leader of the new revolution here. I have grown tired of seeing the same men, in a revolving door of world title matches. I speak for those held down, who's voice is drowned out in a sea of conspiracy. Those who work hard and never get their just dues. I am the man who will break up the monotony, give hope, and bring change.
I am the leader of an army.
The truth seekers.
And this, this my call to arms.
Those who seek justice when oppression overtakes them. Those who fight the good fight only to be passed over again and again. Those unsung heroes, who get not credit when they deserve it all.
You know who are you.
Sunday, Steven they will be there in full force. They will watch as I deliver them from the evil that is yet another facade of a title reign. The truth will be in their eyes, It will Surround you in a sea of doubt. I will guide them into a new day, the day where the truly better man, wipes away the illusion of the perfect one. And they will raise their fists in triumph as you fall from your precious perch.
There won't be anything quite like the site of 10,000 fists in the air, all celebrating as your world fully shatters.
Snicker if you like, Steven. It's okay, I know you want to. Hell, I want you to. I want you to enjoy the moment while you can. Every single one of them. Treasure them. Take Crystal out for dinner, parade around with the title in public. Wear it to bed. Take pleasure in the last few days you and that belt have together. It will make it all the more enjoyable when all of it is taken away from you.
I'm done for now, but if you think that's all I have for you, you will never get it through your head. I'm not finished. It's like your wounded, trying to crawl to safety, and I'm slowly hunting you down. I've cut you off a the knee, I've destroyed your mind, and next...I drive the stake right through your damn heart.
Who am I?
The man who's going to take your world title, Steven.
That's who I am.
I've been thinking and maybe that was a little harsh.
I can tell you're angry. You're upset with me.
Two weeks in a row you've been humiliated, and almost had you're career ended. I could have broken you, but she got in the way. You owe her your career Steve. And now look at you, you've got your belt back. Again, thanks to her. If I didn't know any better, I'd think she's done more for you then she's done for me.
Being saved by a woman. Doesn't that make you angry?
Truth be told, you've got plenty to be angry about. But what hurts the most? Her? The Belt? The beatings? The fact that you're completed outmatched on Sunday?
No, that's not it.
What really makes you angry is what's happening around you.
Everywhere you turn, more and more people are seeing right through you. No more lies, no more games, no more hiding. People are seeing this for what is it. The fact that you are a fraud who is being exposed for the entire viewing world to see.
You cannot wake up from this "bad dream" Steve. You're entire world is crumbling and you can't stop it. You're carefully constructed reality is unraveling right before your very eyes.
Everyone is against you now.
You can try to sway it anyway you like Steve, but the facts are crystal clear.
Whoops, pardon the pun.
Even "they" are upset with you. They do not like that you foolishly agreed to this match. Your partners, if you have any left, are all secretly smiling at your downfall behind your back. Enemies are laughing in your face, and snickering when you enter a room. They know the end of the road is near. You're little run at the time is OVER.
And the best part?
I did this to you.
I made all of that happen. I took all that from you. I mean, I have effectively RUINED you from top to bottom, and there's aspects of you I haven't even bothered to touch. Yet. In a short three weeks, I've beaten you to this point. And you're next stop when you hit rock bottom Steve. Only this time, there is no return to former glory afterwards. No redemption. No Steve Awesome DVD can salvage the broken heap I've created. Not this time.
Your only shining glimmer of hope is that you do have one friend left. One person who is still interested in your last few days of glory: My wife.
How ironic.
Isn't that a saying? "A womanizer's best friend is another man's wife."
Something like that, right?
Well, she may believe she can stop me, but she's wrong. Any information she gives you will not be enough. But you need to understand her motivation. It's not to help you. It's to get me. She's been tainted by them.
What?
Though I would leave you alone this time? That I would forget about you and how you've coddled this fraud?
No, no, how could I? that would be rude. You get to serve a very special purpose on Sunday. You get to be a witness. You get to watch on helplessly as I destroy you're pampered, hand-picked champion. I can't wait to see the look on your faces when it's over. It's going to be priceless.
But enough about you.
Steven, I know you're thinking of something clever to say to me when you do finally utter whatever garbage she's probably coached you on.
Maybe it'll be serious.
Maybe it'll be humorous.
Maybe you'll bring up some tag matches where you beat me, just to make it seem like you are capable of defeating me. Maybe you'll make some kind of sex joke. Maybe you'll call me a flash in the pan, or flavor of the moth or something like that.
I just figure, and hope there will be some anger in your voice. I would be upset too if someone I thought was nothing ended up doing what I've done to you, to me.
But it seems your shrugging me off. And that is just fine. After all, I'm just Ricky Johnson, I'm nobody, right?
Well, when this "nobody" beats you right in the middle of the ring, what will be your excuse then?
Oh, I know, I never deserved it, right? Or how about "he got lucky." I got it. It was "a fluke".
Well, sadly, none of those are true. No matter what excuse you come up with, no one will buy it. And it make you angry.
Just like you are now.
But you know what, I know what's really got you angry in the first place.
It's the fact that every word I've spoken about you, and your position...is true.
You know it is. You know it when you wake up in the morning. In the shower, the gym, every autograph session you're doing. Everywhere you go you hear my words, and know they are the truth. And you can do nothing but try to deny it.
It will eat you from the inside out.
Your entire world is falling apart, and you can do nothing to save it. You're facing an impossible task of stopping something that is too far in motion for one man, and woman, to stop at this point.
At the end of the night, as you sulk in your hotel room, belt-less and broken, the only question you'll be asking yourself is "What happened?"
It was all going so great for you for such a long time, and now, the chapter will close, and the book will be finished. No more continuing in fantasy land. No more legions of fans on Twitter, Facebook or any other outlet. No more blind followers to manipulate. For I have opened their eyes to the truth. The "Face of the Franchise" is not you. Never was, never will be. Everything you've been handed...gone in a flash.
There was another question you could have asked, but I'm going to answer it, since it seems your not too concerned with it.
"Who is Ricky Johnson?"
You're still wondering that right now aren't you? Sure, you say you're looking at me, but do you actually KNOW what your up against? I highly doubt it. Someone as arrogant and selfish as you could never know what stares them in the face until it is far too late.
Who am I?
Let me tell you.
I am your better, Steven. It's always been that way, but the less and less you saw of me, the more they shielded you from me, the more confident you became in yourself. The more you began to believe your own hype. And every once in a while, I'd bring you back down to earth. Just to see if you were truly ready. And each time, the answer was a resounding "no". So they continued to keep your little secret just that. While I proved time and time again just how good I was. But it didn't matter. Not with you being the designated "golden child". They just fed you World title matches and main events, while I was starved for a match on television. All the while, going more and more frustrated. And I made the most of it. I grabbed every brass ring imaginable, when it all meant nothing, while you failed at every single turn. But who got the chances? You. Even me defeating you made no difference in my career, and was quietly swept away from yours, as if it never happened. It still amazes me the lengths they went to. But now, they cannot keep me from you. There is no protecting the golden child anymore.
Who am I?
The man who took you apart piece by disgusting piece. The man who righted a wrong. The man who destroyed Steve Awesome's fragile ego, burst the protective bubble around him, and ruined his career.
And I have and will take extreme pleasure in doing just that.
Who am I?
I am the leader of the new revolution here. I have grown tired of seeing the same men, in a revolving door of world title matches. I speak for those held down, who's voice is drowned out in a sea of conspiracy. Those who work hard and never get their just dues. I am the man who will break up the monotony, give hope, and bring change.
I am the leader of an army.
The truth seekers.
And this, this my call to arms.
Those who seek justice when oppression overtakes them. Those who fight the good fight only to be passed over again and again. Those unsung heroes, who get not credit when they deserve it all.
You know who are you.
Sunday, Steven they will be there in full force. They will watch as I deliver them from the evil that is yet another facade of a title reign. The truth will be in their eyes, It will Surround you in a sea of doubt. I will guide them into a new day, the day where the truly better man, wipes away the illusion of the perfect one. And they will raise their fists in triumph as you fall from your precious perch.
There won't be anything quite like the site of 10,000 fists in the air, all celebrating as your world fully shatters.
Snicker if you like, Steven. It's okay, I know you want to. Hell, I want you to. I want you to enjoy the moment while you can. Every single one of them. Treasure them. Take Crystal out for dinner, parade around with the title in public. Wear it to bed. Take pleasure in the last few days you and that belt have together. It will make it all the more enjoyable when all of it is taken away from you.
I'm done for now, but if you think that's all I have for you, you will never get it through your head. I'm not finished. It's like your wounded, trying to crawl to safety, and I'm slowly hunting you down. I've cut you off a the knee, I've destroyed your mind, and next...I drive the stake right through your damn heart.
Who am I?
The man who's going to take your world title, Steven.
That's who I am.