Post by Ricky Johnson on Mar 2, 2012 12:58:53 GMT -6
I know what you’re thinking, Jake. I can almost hear the words coming out of your mouth. After I left you laying in the ring last Saturday, I know you have one thing on your mind. It’s written all over your face.
“That doesn’t mean you can beat me.”
And you know what Jake, you’re right.
In fact, it doesn’t mean anything I did what I did Saturday just to prove a point to you. There is no double standard here, it doesn’t mean I can beat you, nor does it mean you can beat me. What it does mean is that cheap shots and shortcuts will NOT get it done Sunday.
Because Sunday, We’re going to put the talk to rest. We’re going to settle a very old question that has yet to be properly answered. Who is better: Me or you?
Now, I know, you’re just going to point to your record against me, right? You eliminated me from a battle royal, the tag team that you were on beat the team I was on, You won a triple threat match or fatal four-way when I was involved, and the list can go on and on and on. And you, deep down in your soul, honestly think that those things make you better than me. You really think you’re that good.
Who do you think you are? Tim Tebow?
The fact of the matter is those “wins” your claiming may look impressive, But do you know what those matches all have in common besides me and you?
Other people.
I know you have convinced yourself that you’re better because of those wins, but let’s understand that those “wins” fall into the same category as blindsiding your opponent after a match is over. As in, it doesn’t mean anything. But all that, is going to change on Sunday.
Sunday, it’s going to be one on one.
FINALLY.
It’s just you, and me, and the National title on the line.
That’s right Jake, no partners to hide behind, no distractions, no interruptions, no wives, and most importantly, no EXCUSES. It’s time to put up or shut up Jake. This is it. This is your big chance. You can finally prove whether or not your so-called “wins” can justify your bragging, or, the more likely scenario, I prove those wins were nothing more than flukes, and crush your ego a little more than time has, sending you back to being a lapdog trying to curry favor with the brass.
Which are you willing to bet on Jake? The latter is convenient for you.
Do you think you’ve got what it takes to take the National title from me? You think you have the hunger to win it all? Why now Jake? You all of a sudden have your fight back? Are you trying to catch lightning in a bottle to save face? To prove that you still got it? Time is running out for you, isn't it Jake? You see your last chance to dance with the spotlight fading don't you? You took a gamble on the bounty from Fox, because you want to be in the spotlight. You blindsided Verona, because you wanted the spotlight, and now, you attack me because you want the spotlight. The National title means a lot to you, because it's been so long since you've had anything. You walked away once, and now you're back, and spinning your wheels. Perhaps your should have stayed gone Jake. You had nothing to be ashamed of. But now, you continue this pitiful attempt to come back, and sure, you may win here and there, but the bottom line is all you've done is tarnish the Ace name. The brand that should have garnered respect, now garners apathy. It's a sad, sad thing Jake.
You asked if I really wanted the National title, after playing clips of three months ago, and last month. You think you’ve caught me in some sort of flip-flop because 3 months ago I didn’t want to win it, and last month I said that this is my title. This IS my title. The nameplate says my name on it. And yet, it has hamstrung me ever since I won it. A gift and a curse. I say it is my title and I will defend it because A) That’s what a champion does. And B) There has to be at least one champion with some dignity. But I know silly things like that have never crossed your mind. No, I do not WANT the National title, I want the World title. It’s what everyone should want. This is not as far as I go, but it’s obviously the best you can hope for at this point isn’t it Jake? You were so proud about being world champion, right? It makes me ask for some real truth out of you.
Are you not chasing the world title because your afraid? Or because you know you can’t hack it?
You were the world champion Jake. And then you swam with the sharks and you got eaten. You found out that you can’t cut it with the likes of Adam Knite and Steve Awesome. You slowly began to realize that the Smoking Aces was really Steve’s team, and you were his sidekick. A humbling blow to your massive ego no doubt. But hey, look it got you some wins and some titles, but now that no one is around, you fail on your own. So you’ve settled. You’re comfortable being “that guy”. And now, here you stand, across from me, desperate to become relevant again. How convenient Jake. but once again, there is no one to help you. And once again, you will fail.
But I’m sure you’ll have an excuse. You always do. “One guy had this happen and another guy did this to me” Blah blah blah. The fact is you throw up something and hope it sticks, and it usually doesn’t. I don’t need any type of story or “edge” to beat you. Even though I already have massive one:
You suck and I don’t. And that is the truth.
Ricky - You know what I want right now?
Barbecue.
Roxi - It's 2am.
Ricky - I know, but I got a hankering for it.
Roxi - I don't know where you're going to get Barbecue at this time of night.
Ricky - Hey, I don't judge you when you want Banana splits all the time.
Roxi - It's called being pregnant. I can't control the cravings
Ricky - Still, I didn't judge
Roxi - Neither did I.
Ricky - I heard your tone.
Roxi - What tone? There was no tone.
Ricky - "It's 2am."
Roxi - Because it's 2am! There is no place serving barbecue at 2am.
Ricky - Let's find out.
Roxi - Where are you going?
Ricky - To find a barbecue place.
Roxi - Ugh. That man is ridiculous.
{Ricky begins searching house menus }
Ricky - Ah ha! A rib joint. What are they're hours?
{He reads the menu}
Ricky - "Conveniently Open daily for lunch and dinner."
{He pauses}
Ricky - What the hell does that mean? Why can't this thing just tell me 11-11? I should sue for false advertising!
{Roxi has slowly awoke from sleep and finds Ricky in the kitchen.}
Roxi - What are you doing?
Ricky - I have no idea if this rib place is open.
Roxi - Just call them, and come back to bed.
Ricky - They say they're open for lunch and dinner. they smugly put "Conveniently" in there like I might have a shot at eating.
Roxi - No one is having either of those at 2am.
Ricky - I beg to differ. Those overnight guys must be craving this stuff when they come to work.
Roxi - You're being ridiculous.
Ricky - I am not.
Roxi - Listen to yourself. You are trying to rationalize a barbecue place being open 24-7.
Ricky - Now that would be awesome.
Roxi - Look, The chef can make you ribs.
Ricky - It's just not the same.
Roxi - ...
Ricky - You know what, that settles it.
Roxi - Settles what?
Ricky - I'm going to find a barbecue place this is open.
Roxi - At 2am?
Ricky - Yes. I'll be back.
Roxi - Could you bring me back a banana split while you're out?
Ricky - Couldn't resist could you?
Roxi - Well, it's convenient since you're going out anyway.
Ricky - Touche'
“That doesn’t mean you can beat me.”
And you know what Jake, you’re right.
In fact, it doesn’t mean anything I did what I did Saturday just to prove a point to you. There is no double standard here, it doesn’t mean I can beat you, nor does it mean you can beat me. What it does mean is that cheap shots and shortcuts will NOT get it done Sunday.
Because Sunday, We’re going to put the talk to rest. We’re going to settle a very old question that has yet to be properly answered. Who is better: Me or you?
Now, I know, you’re just going to point to your record against me, right? You eliminated me from a battle royal, the tag team that you were on beat the team I was on, You won a triple threat match or fatal four-way when I was involved, and the list can go on and on and on. And you, deep down in your soul, honestly think that those things make you better than me. You really think you’re that good.
Who do you think you are? Tim Tebow?
The fact of the matter is those “wins” your claiming may look impressive, But do you know what those matches all have in common besides me and you?
Other people.
I know you have convinced yourself that you’re better because of those wins, but let’s understand that those “wins” fall into the same category as blindsiding your opponent after a match is over. As in, it doesn’t mean anything. But all that, is going to change on Sunday.
Sunday, it’s going to be one on one.
FINALLY.
It’s just you, and me, and the National title on the line.
That’s right Jake, no partners to hide behind, no distractions, no interruptions, no wives, and most importantly, no EXCUSES. It’s time to put up or shut up Jake. This is it. This is your big chance. You can finally prove whether or not your so-called “wins” can justify your bragging, or, the more likely scenario, I prove those wins were nothing more than flukes, and crush your ego a little more than time has, sending you back to being a lapdog trying to curry favor with the brass.
Which are you willing to bet on Jake? The latter is convenient for you.
Do you think you’ve got what it takes to take the National title from me? You think you have the hunger to win it all? Why now Jake? You all of a sudden have your fight back? Are you trying to catch lightning in a bottle to save face? To prove that you still got it? Time is running out for you, isn't it Jake? You see your last chance to dance with the spotlight fading don't you? You took a gamble on the bounty from Fox, because you want to be in the spotlight. You blindsided Verona, because you wanted the spotlight, and now, you attack me because you want the spotlight. The National title means a lot to you, because it's been so long since you've had anything. You walked away once, and now you're back, and spinning your wheels. Perhaps your should have stayed gone Jake. You had nothing to be ashamed of. But now, you continue this pitiful attempt to come back, and sure, you may win here and there, but the bottom line is all you've done is tarnish the Ace name. The brand that should have garnered respect, now garners apathy. It's a sad, sad thing Jake.
You asked if I really wanted the National title, after playing clips of three months ago, and last month. You think you’ve caught me in some sort of flip-flop because 3 months ago I didn’t want to win it, and last month I said that this is my title. This IS my title. The nameplate says my name on it. And yet, it has hamstrung me ever since I won it. A gift and a curse. I say it is my title and I will defend it because A) That’s what a champion does. And B) There has to be at least one champion with some dignity. But I know silly things like that have never crossed your mind. No, I do not WANT the National title, I want the World title. It’s what everyone should want. This is not as far as I go, but it’s obviously the best you can hope for at this point isn’t it Jake? You were so proud about being world champion, right? It makes me ask for some real truth out of you.
Are you not chasing the world title because your afraid? Or because you know you can’t hack it?
You were the world champion Jake. And then you swam with the sharks and you got eaten. You found out that you can’t cut it with the likes of Adam Knite and Steve Awesome. You slowly began to realize that the Smoking Aces was really Steve’s team, and you were his sidekick. A humbling blow to your massive ego no doubt. But hey, look it got you some wins and some titles, but now that no one is around, you fail on your own. So you’ve settled. You’re comfortable being “that guy”. And now, here you stand, across from me, desperate to become relevant again. How convenient Jake. but once again, there is no one to help you. And once again, you will fail.
But I’m sure you’ll have an excuse. You always do. “One guy had this happen and another guy did this to me” Blah blah blah. The fact is you throw up something and hope it sticks, and it usually doesn’t. I don’t need any type of story or “edge” to beat you. Even though I already have massive one:
You suck and I don’t. And that is the truth.
Ricky - You know what I want right now?
Barbecue.
Roxi - It's 2am.
Ricky - I know, but I got a hankering for it.
Roxi - I don't know where you're going to get Barbecue at this time of night.
Ricky - Hey, I don't judge you when you want Banana splits all the time.
Roxi - It's called being pregnant. I can't control the cravings
Ricky - Still, I didn't judge
Roxi - Neither did I.
Ricky - I heard your tone.
Roxi - What tone? There was no tone.
Ricky - "It's 2am."
Roxi - Because it's 2am! There is no place serving barbecue at 2am.
Ricky - Let's find out.
Roxi - Where are you going?
Ricky - To find a barbecue place.
Roxi - Ugh. That man is ridiculous.
{Ricky begins searching house menus }
Ricky - Ah ha! A rib joint. What are they're hours?
{He reads the menu}
Ricky - "Conveniently Open daily for lunch and dinner."
{He pauses}
Ricky - What the hell does that mean? Why can't this thing just tell me 11-11? I should sue for false advertising!
{Roxi has slowly awoke from sleep and finds Ricky in the kitchen.}
Roxi - What are you doing?
Ricky - I have no idea if this rib place is open.
Roxi - Just call them, and come back to bed.
Ricky - They say they're open for lunch and dinner. they smugly put "Conveniently" in there like I might have a shot at eating.
Roxi - No one is having either of those at 2am.
Ricky - I beg to differ. Those overnight guys must be craving this stuff when they come to work.
Roxi - You're being ridiculous.
Ricky - I am not.
Roxi - Listen to yourself. You are trying to rationalize a barbecue place being open 24-7.
Ricky - Now that would be awesome.
Roxi - Look, The chef can make you ribs.
Ricky - It's just not the same.
Roxi - ...
Ricky - You know what, that settles it.
Roxi - Settles what?
Ricky - I'm going to find a barbecue place this is open.
Roxi - At 2am?
Ricky - Yes. I'll be back.
Roxi - Could you bring me back a banana split while you're out?
Ricky - Couldn't resist could you?
Roxi - Well, it's convenient since you're going out anyway.
Ricky - Touche'