Post by Ricky Johnson on Aug 27, 2011 1:04:52 GMT -6
*Clap*. *Clap*. *Clap*.
Hear that?
That is the sound of me applauding you.
I know you're not used to hearing anything like that anymore. I just wanted you to hear it one last time before I take it away from you permanently.
Anyway, Hello again Steve.
Nice to see you again. Good to know you haven't forgotten about me already.
So how are you on this fine day. I hope your well. I hope you know you had me worried sick about you. I didn't think you were going to show up.
But then I remembered that you like to make an entrance. I think it's called "fashionably late."
But you cam through. So much so, that I have to do this:
"Ow".
That was quite the counter punch Steven.
It's good to see you have a pulse.
Think of all that by yourself did you?
Wrapped up everything in a neat little package didn't you? Went on about me picking out everything you were told about me and trying to erase any point or argument I made.
And you used your big boy voice!
I'm shaking right now Steve, absolutely quaking in my boots. You have countered my every point, stopped me right in my tracks. And as a final zinger, you used my own catchphrase against me. You even added "Bitch" at the end. That makes it more powerful. Now I should be scared. Now I should know I never EVER had any chance whatsoever. Now I have nothing. No argument left. Nothing to fall back on. I am left just filling time wondering how bad I'm going to get destroyed by Steve Awesome.
What ever will I do?
You see, The last ditch effort of a man who knows what it is, is usually very, very powerful. All his effort is concentrated into one goal, one purpose. That's exactly what you just did.
All of that, it leave me with only one question:
Is that the best you can do?
Come now, Steven. Am I supposed to be intimidated? Angry? Amused? Flustered? Impressed even?
I am none of those things.
In fact, I'm disappointed. All you did was take notes on my promos, listen to my wife and embrace every idea and insult that I hurled out there. It's not clever, and it's insulting to think I wouldn't expect that from you. But what else can I expect at this point? But I suppose I'll play along.
I guess this is the part when I'm supposed to say "Ah-ha! You see, you see, you proved my theory correct. Now I've got you right where I want you. I am not crazy after all. I knew it! You are who I thought you were!" I'm not going to do that Steven. Not because you invalided any argument, you re-enforced it. There two ways to end a conspiracy theory. Prove it right, or prove it wrong. Proving it to be wrong makes those advocating seem crazy. Proving it right makes everyone even more paranoid. You have chosen to make me correct. Why? I can't logically understand, if for no reason other then to make me upset. I'm not angry about that. It doesn't get under my skin that you prove me right. You can't make my words seem less powerful because you're playing along, trying to raise the ire of the people who no longer accept you. You have failed. For one, I already knew it was true, and so do they and so does everyone with a brain. Second, those truth seekers have already made their choice. They just watched you make a fool of yourself, not that it's a surprise or anything, once again, to take small, petty jab at people who you don't care about.
I'm sure those internet fans are just boiling that you took the time to mention them and tell them they don't matter. I'm sure they're angry that you mentioned people they like and said then said they were no good.
You, Steve Awesome, the World champion, have completely made yourself the equivalent of a 15 year-old arguing Lord of the Rings over Star Wars. X-box over Playstation. Batman over Superman. Just because someone likes something that you don't.
You are a troll.
You must be very proud of yourself.
I'm reminded of an "arguing on the internet" joke right now for some reason. I don't know why though.
You went to all that trouble, to get to me. It doesn't make me angry Steven, It makes me happy. I am thrilled you are so concerned with those who support me. It just re-enforces the fact that I have gotten to you. I have made you so blind with rage, that you've resorted to trying to use reverse psychology in an effort to look unaffected. are you really trying to play it cool? Trying to hide everything? The smell is unmistakable Steven. Desperation is a repugnant cologne. There is no hiding it. It's palpable. You might as well as saturated yourself in it if you're reaching this much.
You spoke of my title reigns, and yes I've lost them all on the first defense. And...I'm perfectly fine with that Steven. What I'm not fine with is the idea that those who took my titles were somehow inferior to you. Let's just see. National title loss to Jack Manson...who defeated you. X-Division title loss to Angel...who defeated you..Tag title loss to Falcon...Who defeated you. Are you trying to take shots at those men? I suppose you gave those men a "pity win" didn't you? You're pathetic. I wonder if she told you that I won all those titles on my first attempt. Milo Holland. Atreyu and Nelly Angel, Shaun Wilson, Jackhammer and Dark Prophet. All of them did what you are doing right now, and it failed them. And you too, will join that list.
But oh yes, I did you that you at least tried to answer my questions. You did TRY to explain how you were the "Face of the Franchise" by demeaning it. But then again, you didn't invalidate any argument I made. You tried to sweep them away, thinking yourself to be oh so clever. Laughable. How is it not a conspiracy that you got a World title match against Rob Diamond? Because you earned it. Yes. Yes you did. And you got that world title match, at Reborn. And guess what, you lost. I'm not questioning that. I'm questioning the match that you just won the world title at. You and Rob...Again. Correct me if I'm wrong Steven, you got not one, but TWO world title matches. in a span of two months. How exactly did you EARN that second match again?
Oh wait, you didn't.
Meanwhile, I'm defeating Adam Knite, former world champion, and what do I get...a whole lot of nothing. Not even a sniff.
That's the problem here Steven. A problem with only one possible cause: Conspiracy.
Oh, How about how when you were #30 in the Riot match this year. Sure, you earned that one didn't you? While I was number 3 Nope, no conspiracy there either.
I could continue, but I won't. The point is proven.
You see, I never denied you were great. I know you go out there and work magic in the ring. I get that. But there is no way in HELL you can say I don't do the same. There is NO ONE who can deny I am not just as talented, nay MORE talented then you. I didn't see you defeat Milo Holland for the National Championship. I didn't see you beat two men for the Xtreme Championship. I didn't see you drag a worthless partner to tag team gold. That's because you haven't. No way Steven. And I know you'll be a smartass and say it next time, but that's okay. It's so easy to deny everything when you live in a fantasy.
In your career you have received 5 world championship matches. I have received NONE.
There can't be for any logical reason for that, besides a concentrated effort to undermine those who work hard but don't fit a certain mold.
Or maybe it's for the reasons you say. I am not the corporate puppet. I do not have Ken-doll good looks. I do not have a six-pack of abs. I do not sleep with anything that wears a skirt. I am not a degenerate scumbag.
In short, I am not Steve Awesome. Nor do I wish to be.
Not that I couldn't be if I wanted to. But my reality show wouldn't have flocks of whores ready to embarrass themselves on national TV for my enjoyment. Because my reality...is the actual reality.
I wish to be an individual, and not part of the system. I choose to control my own destiny. I chose to do things my own way, and to get the results I want. And that's exactly what I've done. And now, people like you don't like it. I've upset the system by even being in this position. I have led people to openly question exactly why I'm even here.
For those who doubt, and I know there are a lot of you, there's more to this than a crazy man and his wild theories. There's more to this than a desperate attention hound seeking to become relevant one last time. There's more to this than a man who can't let go of an idea.
There is also Ricky Johnson.
I know there are plenty of you out there right now listening, wishing it was you, who had done what I've done in a few short weeks to this piece of garbage. You hate him more and more every day. He has defeated you mentally, and humiliated you physically. You want to destroy him. You can taste your hatred on your lips. Every moves he makes wants you to vomit. Everything he says makes you angry.
I am the physical form of your hatred. And I will do exactly what you want.
That's the reason I'm here. To carry out your wishes.
He calls himself "the face of the franchise". The very franchise you work for. This is the man people think of when they think of this place. Let that sink in for just a moment. Now think about this: By his own admission, it means only money. It means his personal fame and glory.
NCW is better than that. You know it, I know it. He knows it. That is our combined problem.
And now, I come on Sunday, to rectify that problem.
I come Sunday to do what you all want me to do. Except for one minor detail, and Steven, I want you to listen to me when I say this.
Unlike them, I don't hate you.
Unlike you, I know the difference between loving or hating a person, and "respecting" them.
And I do respect you.
I just don't like you.
I do not like the idea that you are somehow this golden child that is just untouchable. I do not like the idea that you are somehow superior to everyone here. I do not like the idea of you being perfect in every way. This idea that you're the best.
Because it's not true.
That's why I'm going to defeat you on Sunday. It just bugs me that so many have accepted this idea. So many have drunk the kool-aid. It bothers me that I can and have defeated you in the past, and yet somehow, you get all the rewards, while I was the proverbial hamster on a wheel.
There is NOTHING that makes you better than me. Or anyone else who works hard for that matter.
But that idea continues to thrive everywhere. That you are untouchable. I know there are many who have no accepted that as some kind of fact, I am merely the first the voice it so thoroughly. I have provided the evidence time and time again. I have torn down that myth before, and I will do it again. Now, that myth is on the verge of death. It lies sick and weary. On it's deathbed. I ask for the truth. Do I allow it a dignified death, and kindly put it out of it's misery?....or do I give a slow, painful torturous death? I think the answer is clear.
One way or another that line of thinking is DEAD on Sunday.
Sunday, you face me Steven. You come face to face with the swift hand of vengeance. You must stand face to face with reality and know that it does not play favorites. It does not give special treatment. I cannot promise it will be painful, or quick, but it will be accomplish it's goal.
Sunday, Time is up. The injustice comes to an end. I right a wrong, because it is my duty. I take away every bit of what you have. I take your best shot, I fire right back harder. You hurt me, I hurt you more. You knock me down, I get up again, over and over until you cannot knock ANYONE down anymore.
Sunday, everything you love, is taken away from you. The fame, the glory, the money, and most importantly, the spotlight. It's what you crave, and I will take it from you, and you cannot have it back.
This is my last call to arms.
For me, This is what I've waited for. For four. Long. Years. This is the moment I have dreamed of. At this point, on that day, at that time, in that place, I cannot be stopped by you Steven, Not now. For most of us, this Sunday is a date long overdue. That dark cloud is lifted, the days of oppression are over. It is the day that you, and everything you represent fall, and never rise again. It the day, that you are destroyed once and for all, so sayeth EVERYONE. It is the day I become the NCW World Heavyweight Champion. [/color]
And that, by god...is the Truth.
Hear that?
That is the sound of me applauding you.
I know you're not used to hearing anything like that anymore. I just wanted you to hear it one last time before I take it away from you permanently.
Anyway, Hello again Steve.
Nice to see you again. Good to know you haven't forgotten about me already.
So how are you on this fine day. I hope your well. I hope you know you had me worried sick about you. I didn't think you were going to show up.
But then I remembered that you like to make an entrance. I think it's called "fashionably late."
But you cam through. So much so, that I have to do this:
"Ow".
That was quite the counter punch Steven.
It's good to see you have a pulse.
Think of all that by yourself did you?
Wrapped up everything in a neat little package didn't you? Went on about me picking out everything you were told about me and trying to erase any point or argument I made.
And you used your big boy voice!
I'm shaking right now Steve, absolutely quaking in my boots. You have countered my every point, stopped me right in my tracks. And as a final zinger, you used my own catchphrase against me. You even added "Bitch" at the end. That makes it more powerful. Now I should be scared. Now I should know I never EVER had any chance whatsoever. Now I have nothing. No argument left. Nothing to fall back on. I am left just filling time wondering how bad I'm going to get destroyed by Steve Awesome.
What ever will I do?
You see, The last ditch effort of a man who knows what it is, is usually very, very powerful. All his effort is concentrated into one goal, one purpose. That's exactly what you just did.
All of that, it leave me with only one question:
Is that the best you can do?
Come now, Steven. Am I supposed to be intimidated? Angry? Amused? Flustered? Impressed even?
I am none of those things.
In fact, I'm disappointed. All you did was take notes on my promos, listen to my wife and embrace every idea and insult that I hurled out there. It's not clever, and it's insulting to think I wouldn't expect that from you. But what else can I expect at this point? But I suppose I'll play along.
I can hear what you're thinkin'
I guess this is the part when I'm supposed to say "Ah-ha! You see, you see, you proved my theory correct. Now I've got you right where I want you. I am not crazy after all. I knew it! You are who I thought you were!" I'm not going to do that Steven. Not because you invalided any argument, you re-enforced it. There two ways to end a conspiracy theory. Prove it right, or prove it wrong. Proving it to be wrong makes those advocating seem crazy. Proving it right makes everyone even more paranoid. You have chosen to make me correct. Why? I can't logically understand, if for no reason other then to make me upset. I'm not angry about that. It doesn't get under my skin that you prove me right. You can't make my words seem less powerful because you're playing along, trying to raise the ire of the people who no longer accept you. You have failed. For one, I already knew it was true, and so do they and so does everyone with a brain. Second, those truth seekers have already made their choice. They just watched you make a fool of yourself, not that it's a surprise or anything, once again, to take small, petty jab at people who you don't care about.
I'm sure those internet fans are just boiling that you took the time to mention them and tell them they don't matter. I'm sure they're angry that you mentioned people they like and said then said they were no good.
You, Steve Awesome, the World champion, have completely made yourself the equivalent of a 15 year-old arguing Lord of the Rings over Star Wars. X-box over Playstation. Batman over Superman. Just because someone likes something that you don't.
You are a troll.
You must be very proud of yourself.
I'm reminded of an "arguing on the internet" joke right now for some reason. I don't know why though.
You went to all that trouble, to get to me. It doesn't make me angry Steven, It makes me happy. I am thrilled you are so concerned with those who support me. It just re-enforces the fact that I have gotten to you. I have made you so blind with rage, that you've resorted to trying to use reverse psychology in an effort to look unaffected. are you really trying to play it cool? Trying to hide everything? The smell is unmistakable Steven. Desperation is a repugnant cologne. There is no hiding it. It's palpable. You might as well as saturated yourself in it if you're reaching this much.
All your doubts and fears
You spoke of my title reigns, and yes I've lost them all on the first defense. And...I'm perfectly fine with that Steven. What I'm not fine with is the idea that those who took my titles were somehow inferior to you. Let's just see. National title loss to Jack Manson...who defeated you. X-Division title loss to Angel...who defeated you..Tag title loss to Falcon...Who defeated you. Are you trying to take shots at those men? I suppose you gave those men a "pity win" didn't you? You're pathetic. I wonder if she told you that I won all those titles on my first attempt. Milo Holland. Atreyu and Nelly Angel, Shaun Wilson, Jackhammer and Dark Prophet. All of them did what you are doing right now, and it failed them. And you too, will join that list.
But oh yes, I did you that you at least tried to answer my questions. You did TRY to explain how you were the "Face of the Franchise" by demeaning it. But then again, you didn't invalidate any argument I made. You tried to sweep them away, thinking yourself to be oh so clever. Laughable. How is it not a conspiracy that you got a World title match against Rob Diamond? Because you earned it. Yes. Yes you did. And you got that world title match, at Reborn. And guess what, you lost. I'm not questioning that. I'm questioning the match that you just won the world title at. You and Rob...Again. Correct me if I'm wrong Steven, you got not one, but TWO world title matches. in a span of two months. How exactly did you EARN that second match again?
Oh wait, you didn't.
Meanwhile, I'm defeating Adam Knite, former world champion, and what do I get...a whole lot of nothing. Not even a sniff.
That's the problem here Steven. A problem with only one possible cause: Conspiracy.
Oh, How about how when you were #30 in the Riot match this year. Sure, you earned that one didn't you? While I was number 3 Nope, no conspiracy there either.
I could continue, but I won't. The point is proven.
You see, I never denied you were great. I know you go out there and work magic in the ring. I get that. But there is no way in HELL you can say I don't do the same. There is NO ONE who can deny I am not just as talented, nay MORE talented then you. I didn't see you defeat Milo Holland for the National Championship. I didn't see you beat two men for the Xtreme Championship. I didn't see you drag a worthless partner to tag team gold. That's because you haven't. No way Steven. And I know you'll be a smartass and say it next time, but that's okay. It's so easy to deny everything when you live in a fantasy.
In your career you have received 5 world championship matches. I have received NONE.
There can't be for any logical reason for that, besides a concentrated effort to undermine those who work hard but don't fit a certain mold.
Or maybe it's for the reasons you say. I am not the corporate puppet. I do not have Ken-doll good looks. I do not have a six-pack of abs. I do not sleep with anything that wears a skirt. I am not a degenerate scumbag.
In short, I am not Steve Awesome. Nor do I wish to be.
Not that I couldn't be if I wanted to. But my reality show wouldn't have flocks of whores ready to embarrass themselves on national TV for my enjoyment. Because my reality...is the actual reality.
I wish to be an individual, and not part of the system. I choose to control my own destiny. I chose to do things my own way, and to get the results I want. And that's exactly what I've done. And now, people like you don't like it. I've upset the system by even being in this position. I have led people to openly question exactly why I'm even here.
And if you look in my eyes in time you'll find The reason I'm here
For those who doubt, and I know there are a lot of you, there's more to this than a crazy man and his wild theories. There's more to this than a desperate attention hound seeking to become relevant one last time. There's more to this than a man who can't let go of an idea.
There is also Ricky Johnson.
I know there are plenty of you out there right now listening, wishing it was you, who had done what I've done in a few short weeks to this piece of garbage. You hate him more and more every day. He has defeated you mentally, and humiliated you physically. You want to destroy him. You can taste your hatred on your lips. Every moves he makes wants you to vomit. Everything he says makes you angry.
I am the physical form of your hatred. And I will do exactly what you want.
That's the reason I'm here. To carry out your wishes.
He calls himself "the face of the franchise". The very franchise you work for. This is the man people think of when they think of this place. Let that sink in for just a moment. Now think about this: By his own admission, it means only money. It means his personal fame and glory.
NCW is better than that. You know it, I know it. He knows it. That is our combined problem.
And now, I come on Sunday, to rectify that problem.
And in time all things shall pass away,
In time, you may come back someday.
To live once more, or die once more,
But in time, your time will be no more.
In time, you may come back someday.
To live once more, or die once more,
But in time, your time will be no more.
I come Sunday to do what you all want me to do. Except for one minor detail, and Steven, I want you to listen to me when I say this.
Unlike them, I don't hate you.
Unlike you, I know the difference between loving or hating a person, and "respecting" them.
And I do respect you.
I just don't like you.
I do not like the idea that you are somehow this golden child that is just untouchable. I do not like the idea that you are somehow superior to everyone here. I do not like the idea of you being perfect in every way. This idea that you're the best.
Because it's not true.
That's why I'm going to defeat you on Sunday. It just bugs me that so many have accepted this idea. So many have drunk the kool-aid. It bothers me that I can and have defeated you in the past, and yet somehow, you get all the rewards, while I was the proverbial hamster on a wheel.
There is NOTHING that makes you better than me. Or anyone else who works hard for that matter.
But that idea continues to thrive everywhere. That you are untouchable. I know there are many who have no accepted that as some kind of fact, I am merely the first the voice it so thoroughly. I have provided the evidence time and time again. I have torn down that myth before, and I will do it again. Now, that myth is on the verge of death. It lies sick and weary. On it's deathbed. I ask for the truth. Do I allow it a dignified death, and kindly put it out of it's misery?....or do I give a slow, painful torturous death? I think the answer is clear.
One way or another that line of thinking is DEAD on Sunday.
You know your days are numbered,
Count them one by one,
Like notches in the handle of an outlaw's gun.
You can outrun the devil, if you try,
But you'll never outrun the hands of time.
Count them one by one,
Like notches in the handle of an outlaw's gun.
You can outrun the devil, if you try,
But you'll never outrun the hands of time.
Sunday, you face me Steven. You come face to face with the swift hand of vengeance. You must stand face to face with reality and know that it does not play favorites. It does not give special treatment. I cannot promise it will be painful, or quick, but it will be accomplish it's goal.
Sunday, Time is up. The injustice comes to an end. I right a wrong, because it is my duty. I take away every bit of what you have. I take your best shot, I fire right back harder. You hurt me, I hurt you more. You knock me down, I get up again, over and over until you cannot knock ANYONE down anymore.
Sunday, everything you love, is taken away from you. The fame, the glory, the money, and most importantly, the spotlight. It's what you crave, and I will take it from you, and you cannot have it back.
This is my last call to arms.
For me, This is what I've waited for. For four. Long. Years. This is the moment I have dreamed of. At this point, on that day, at that time, in that place, I cannot be stopped by you Steven, Not now. For most of us, this Sunday is a date long overdue. That dark cloud is lifted, the days of oppression are over. It is the day that you, and everything you represent fall, and never rise again. It the day, that you are destroyed once and for all, so sayeth EVERYONE. It is the day I become the NCW World Heavyweight Champion. [/color]
In time there surely, come a day
In time all things shall pass away,
In time you may come back some say.
To live once more, or die once more,
But in time, your time will be no more.
In time all things shall pass away,
In time you may come back some say.
To live once more, or die once more,
But in time, your time will be no more.
And that, by god...is the Truth.
I can hear what you're thinking.