Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2012 17:56:14 GMT -6
Sanctimonious?
Au contraire, mon ami.
If I wanted to be sanctimonious I’d stand here and tell you that Xavier Williams hasn’t been a World champion for nearly four years, Todd Williams only managed to become one by pinning Jimmy Zane and that whilst you may well have pinned Charlie Velez recently, he pinned you two weeks later.
Or I’d remind you that Andrew Jacobsen has defeated two former world champions recently, just like you. That he has also been defeated by Xander Famularo, just like you, regardless of how you try to paint it was a valiant effort . Oh and that in the last calendar year neither of you have captured any significant singles accolades so if he is a completely unfit challenger to Xander and you are a bonafide destroyer you have oddly similar career patterns of late which barely separate the pair of you in terms of results.
And if I wanted to be really pompous I’d pull a trick out of your book and remind each and every single one of you that whilst you may think “narrowly” losing to Xander is a badge of honour and a reason you should get another shot at him, none of you are fit to share a ring with him because in over a year there has only been one man in this entire federation capable of beating him.
One man who went beyond “almost” laying him out and actually finished the job. One man who, if we are handing out title shots based on who we can beat, deserves to be in the main event because he is the only one who beat the champ.
Spoiler alert, it’s me.
No, I wasn’t being lazy or melancholic a few days ago Alex, nor did I let one single lie exit my lips. The fact that I am merely repeating what you’ve heard before isn’t a slight on myself or the amount of background work I’ve done scouting you out but it is a tarnish on how you conduct yourself.
Every single week you sit there with this smug sense of self-entitlement and drone on and on about how great you are how you deserve so much better than the lot you have been given and the only reason you can’t get it is because everybody else is being pushed ahead of you and that we’re all failures who don’t deserve the same glory as you which you’ve been starved of because of screw jobs and it is just all a crock of ****.
Every single time you fail it is somebody else’s fault and when you don’t get what you think you deserve it is because somebody out there has it in for you.
Have you never stopped to think that maybe, just maybe, the reason you do not deserve a world title match is because you so arrogantly presume that you do?
You keep trotting out this list of opponents you have vanquished recently as some sort of makeweight in this casus belli you’ve concocted for a title shot, but it’s just a cluster of different people wrapped around the same self-centred pursuit.
It wouldn’t matter if you had been pinned by Freakke, again, you’d still be thinking up excuses as to why you, the almighty Alex Jones, legend of the circuit, saviour of the company and world champion in all but accomplishment deserves himself a shot at whoever is atop the perch and whatever excuse you could muster as to why the current choice to vanquish the champion is subpar and beneath you. It doesn’t highlight your achievements Alex, in fact it overshadows them because we’ve heard it all before.
Why on earth should they grant a title shot to a man who, as far as he is concerned, is merely collecting what he is owed?
You can tell me and the rest of the world that actually it’d be a culmination of all your endeavour and the crowning glory of your career but how many of us could ever believe you? In your head you’re already the champion anyway, if you had your own way you’d be in every single title match at every pay per view and quite frankly the only people I’d pay to watch wrestle with themselves are the Starlets.
If you truly want to earn yourself a title shot Alex you need to convince Kelly Fox with the same vigour you have utterly convinced yourself that you are worthy. You see, guys like Jacobsen, as pathetic as you believe them to be, don’t just rest of their laurels and just show up when they’re booked, they get in Kelly’s face and they excite her addiction to gambling with the odds.
By standing up to Xander, Andrew inserted himself into Kelly’s business and threw himself into the path of the beast whilst you just sit on your ass listing off your recent opponents and calling for a shot at the belt. You want to save NCW from Xander as you so eloquently put it?
Then get in his face and give him a reason to give a crap about you.
Right now you’re just another opponent he dispatched after being fed to him and nothing more than that and you don’t earn title shots by losing to the champion. If you want to force your way into a match with him for the big prize then stop moping around feeling entitled and give him a reason to want your head on a plate. That is the reason why Jacobsen is getting his opportunities, because Kelly wants to stamp out his little rebellion and she has to provide a side to the wager should he defy the odds.
If you’re even half as good as you think you are making a bit of effort to do more than just turn up every week to gain you a chance for the inevitable victory you will heed my words and start doing more to justify the lofty ideals you proclaim to be worth of.
Luckily for you Alex, you have your opportunity to show everyone exactly what you’re made of next week when we embark upon the Road to the Gold and I hope that you finally justify all the proclamations you have bestowed upon on us.
Otherwise you’ll only prove that you’re not the messiah, you’re just a very naughty boy.
Regardless of whether or not I agree with the bile you seem to be content on spewing Alex, I will never try to claim that you are not a competent performed in the middle of the ring. When we clashed for the National Title we pushed one another to the limit and I am abundantly clear of what you are capable of.
In one week’s time the biggest opportunity of my career will present itself.
The Road to the Gold.
I have always thrived in the face of overwhelming odds and I’ve made my name coming out of those situations on top. I have stuttered along since Ricky pinned me and become a washed up member of the elite who has become the rotten corpse from which those who follow in my footsteps have begun to scavenge victories from.
Credit where it is due, some of them have earned it whilst others have just exploited the shadow of my former self.
And maybe, by wallowing in my own self-pity I have engineered my own demise and become a caricature of the typical washed up “almost man” that litters the locker room after choking against Ricky like a coed trying to raise her grade average and in that case, I only have myself to blame.
With every defeat I have allowed myself to buy into the doubt in my ability as I have watched guys who were once behind me swagger firmly in front.
I could just have myself a few matches against perennial jobbers to raise my self-esteem again and then hope I can still hang with the best of them when it matters but that is a decidedly risk free venture and frankly I have absolutely no desire to go 2-0 against Tommy the Cat or any other embarrassment Kelly feels like rolling out to face me.
If I want to get back to the level I set myself, I have to do it by throwing myself back into the fire and that means plowing through a field of this federations elite.
The Road to the Gold isn’t the playground of the inadequate, it is where the wheat is separated from the chaff and the very best of the best rises above the subpar and every week is a monumental challenge to determine the true competitor to the world title.
I know what it takes to beat the best this company has to throw at me, if I am going to return to being the name on everybody’s lips I need to win the Road to the Gold.
Not just perform well, not narrowly miss out.
Win.
I am well aware that for the next month the same tired clichés about “having to win” and “needing this” will be trotted out by almost everybody involved so let me get it out of the way nice and early.
I need to win the Road to the Gold because I cannot accept mediocrity for myself, the past two months have been hell despite victories over men like Falcon and Curtis and two of Kelly’s goons at once. If I can’t go out there every single week and prove that I am the best wrestler in the business, or at a bare minimum that I should be concerned in any argument over who truly is the best, then I do not want to compete in this business.
If you are not trying to prove that you are better than everyone else, even if it’s just the guy who you’re booked to face that week, then you may as well pack it in.
I don’t want to be remembered for carving out a reasonable career here and never making it big like Joe suggested I should be able to be content with. If I retire from wrestling without achieving greatness I won’t have been a success, I will have been a failure.
That is why I have to win the Road to the Gold.
Not for the masses of oppressed wrestlers across the world, not to prove that the match with Ricky was some sort of fluke and not even to upset our benevolent leader.
But to cement my place in history.
Nobody remembers the guy who almost proved he was the best.
I want to be remembered for eternity as the best there ever was.
Kelly, let me make myself abundantly clear.
When I said I would be the man who is stood over you as you crumble to your knees and watch your world burn around you, I meant it.
I have become your own personal playtoy, which has disturbing connotations, but I digress. I realise that my threats appear empty whilst you are surrounded by a cabal with men like Lex and Charlie which would be enough to strike fear into the heart of any man.
But I am not like any other man.
I have suffered for my failings recently and I have dwelled in melancholy, but I never lost sight of the fact that I am not afraid to step in the ring with anybody you throw at me. Xander might make others question their decision to enter the ring but I never once asked myself if throwing everything I had at him was the right thing to do for my career. Lex and Charlie has the ability to test anybody who calls themselves the best but I would gladly look them right in the eye and let them take their best shot.
Whether I recover my form this week against Alex or not, I am not going to give up being a pain in your side for as long as you deem it necessary for me to pay penance for my sins against you.
You can keep trying to stack the odds against me and exploit my recent failings, if I was in your positive I’d do the same thing, but it isn’t going to make me waver. I may have questioned my ability in recent weeks but I have never questioned my desire to fulfil my potential, whether you allow me to flourish or not.
You still have two options, even if I do find myself repeating myself.
Way to be a hypocrite huh?
We can keep on butting heads, to the entertainment of everybody watching, and eventually, whether it is by my hand directly or not, you can find yourself watching your father’s legacy crumble as the inmates take over the asylum.
Or you can accept that I am an asset just like those you’ve chosen to surrounded yourself with.
You will never do the right thing Kelly, it isn’t in your nature and hell maybe nobody is capable of running this place on an even keel but then, I don’t really care what you do to the rest of the roster anymore. I want to do what is right for me and that involves turning my back on the roster and focusing my energy on exploiting it for my own success.
I will lie, I will cheat and I will screw people over to get ahead if I have to and I will do it without a second thought. I tried to be the white knight but the costume never fit, whilst I was always sincere in my desire to make NCW a fair company I have always had a flair for deviancy.
I won the X-Championship and the National Title by bending the rules and as Xander will attest, I beat him by embarking on a war where no quarter was offered or given. I am a sly and wily predator who thrives in the unorthodox and whilst I have every confidence in my technical ability I know that winning in wrestling is never black and white.
I can play dirty Kelly, just like you.
Tussling with you have been one hell of a rollercoaster that has occupied my focus for the entire year and I would be a liar if I said I hadn’t extracted a sick delight from our little back and forths at times but it is time for the games to stop.
One of us is going to suffer a very hard fall and I have learnt the hard way what that feels like after Ricky proved that if I took my eye off the game for a single second and started to think I was entitled to my attention I was ultimately doomed to failure.
I am going to win the Road to the Gold, no matter what you do to try and stop me.
And if I fall?
I’m taking you with me.
Au contraire, mon ami.
If I wanted to be sanctimonious I’d stand here and tell you that Xavier Williams hasn’t been a World champion for nearly four years, Todd Williams only managed to become one by pinning Jimmy Zane and that whilst you may well have pinned Charlie Velez recently, he pinned you two weeks later.
Or I’d remind you that Andrew Jacobsen has defeated two former world champions recently, just like you. That he has also been defeated by Xander Famularo, just like you, regardless of how you try to paint it was a valiant effort . Oh and that in the last calendar year neither of you have captured any significant singles accolades so if he is a completely unfit challenger to Xander and you are a bonafide destroyer you have oddly similar career patterns of late which barely separate the pair of you in terms of results.
And if I wanted to be really pompous I’d pull a trick out of your book and remind each and every single one of you that whilst you may think “narrowly” losing to Xander is a badge of honour and a reason you should get another shot at him, none of you are fit to share a ring with him because in over a year there has only been one man in this entire federation capable of beating him.
One man who went beyond “almost” laying him out and actually finished the job. One man who, if we are handing out title shots based on who we can beat, deserves to be in the main event because he is the only one who beat the champ.
Spoiler alert, it’s me.
No, I wasn’t being lazy or melancholic a few days ago Alex, nor did I let one single lie exit my lips. The fact that I am merely repeating what you’ve heard before isn’t a slight on myself or the amount of background work I’ve done scouting you out but it is a tarnish on how you conduct yourself.
Every single week you sit there with this smug sense of self-entitlement and drone on and on about how great you are how you deserve so much better than the lot you have been given and the only reason you can’t get it is because everybody else is being pushed ahead of you and that we’re all failures who don’t deserve the same glory as you which you’ve been starved of because of screw jobs and it is just all a crock of ****.
Every single time you fail it is somebody else’s fault and when you don’t get what you think you deserve it is because somebody out there has it in for you.
Have you never stopped to think that maybe, just maybe, the reason you do not deserve a world title match is because you so arrogantly presume that you do?
You keep trotting out this list of opponents you have vanquished recently as some sort of makeweight in this casus belli you’ve concocted for a title shot, but it’s just a cluster of different people wrapped around the same self-centred pursuit.
It wouldn’t matter if you had been pinned by Freakke, again, you’d still be thinking up excuses as to why you, the almighty Alex Jones, legend of the circuit, saviour of the company and world champion in all but accomplishment deserves himself a shot at whoever is atop the perch and whatever excuse you could muster as to why the current choice to vanquish the champion is subpar and beneath you. It doesn’t highlight your achievements Alex, in fact it overshadows them because we’ve heard it all before.
Why on earth should they grant a title shot to a man who, as far as he is concerned, is merely collecting what he is owed?
You can tell me and the rest of the world that actually it’d be a culmination of all your endeavour and the crowning glory of your career but how many of us could ever believe you? In your head you’re already the champion anyway, if you had your own way you’d be in every single title match at every pay per view and quite frankly the only people I’d pay to watch wrestle with themselves are the Starlets.
If you truly want to earn yourself a title shot Alex you need to convince Kelly Fox with the same vigour you have utterly convinced yourself that you are worthy. You see, guys like Jacobsen, as pathetic as you believe them to be, don’t just rest of their laurels and just show up when they’re booked, they get in Kelly’s face and they excite her addiction to gambling with the odds.
By standing up to Xander, Andrew inserted himself into Kelly’s business and threw himself into the path of the beast whilst you just sit on your ass listing off your recent opponents and calling for a shot at the belt. You want to save NCW from Xander as you so eloquently put it?
Then get in his face and give him a reason to give a crap about you.
Right now you’re just another opponent he dispatched after being fed to him and nothing more than that and you don’t earn title shots by losing to the champion. If you want to force your way into a match with him for the big prize then stop moping around feeling entitled and give him a reason to want your head on a plate. That is the reason why Jacobsen is getting his opportunities, because Kelly wants to stamp out his little rebellion and she has to provide a side to the wager should he defy the odds.
If you’re even half as good as you think you are making a bit of effort to do more than just turn up every week to gain you a chance for the inevitable victory you will heed my words and start doing more to justify the lofty ideals you proclaim to be worth of.
Luckily for you Alex, you have your opportunity to show everyone exactly what you’re made of next week when we embark upon the Road to the Gold and I hope that you finally justify all the proclamations you have bestowed upon on us.
Otherwise you’ll only prove that you’re not the messiah, you’re just a very naughty boy.
----------------------------------------------------------
Remind me why I am here again?
Verona turns and looks at Gib who takes another sip of beer.
Because, sweet cheeks, neither of us have anything better to do. Your blonde pound bag ran off wetter than 80% of the roster’s mothers after a chicken dinner and my son has decided being a puppet for Kelly Fox is a rational career choice.
Verona signs in agreement.
Fair point.
What the hell did you do anyway?
I didn’t do anything. Why the hell are you pouting about backstage like a whipped bitch, what did you do?
I didn’t do anything either, except that one time in Tijuana when I…
Yeah ok seriously, I am already mentally scarred from my own ****, I don’t need to hear about anything you got up to in any geographical location.
Your loss, but you should be familiar with that feeling by now.
Verona rolls his eyes.
So this was just an opportunity to twist the knife in?
No, if I wanted to abuse people I’d pretend to be senile in a restaurant and call people names again.
Then why, other than the fact we both literally have nobody else to talk to, are we still talking?
Because I want my son back.
You’ve lost me.
Listen Luigi, my son will not stop this game he is playing whilst he has that belt wrapped around his waist and Kelly will never stop as long as she’s got her battering ram to violate the roster. You beat him, and we all need somebody to beat him again.
Are you telling me to beat your son?
I’m telling you that he won’t stop until somebody does, whether it’s your sorry ass or Jacobsen’s is irrelevant. Frankly I couldn’t care less who gives me my son back but moping around like a menopausal hussy who never got the phone call back isn’t going to solve your problems. Stop being a bitch show some balls, the least you could do is help topple Kelly after all your gesticulating.
Thanks……I think.
Hey don’t go getting any idea’s fruitcake, my ass is a one way exit and without a woman around the house the takeaways are taking their toll.
Verona cringes and looks at Gib.
You sicken me.
The feeling is mutual.
----------------------------------------------------------
Remind me why I am here again?
Verona turns and looks at Gib who takes another sip of beer.
Because, sweet cheeks, neither of us have anything better to do. Your blonde pound bag ran off wetter than 80% of the roster’s mothers after a chicken dinner and my son has decided being a puppet for Kelly Fox is a rational career choice.
Verona signs in agreement.
Fair point.
What the hell did you do anyway?
I didn’t do anything. Why the hell are you pouting about backstage like a whipped bitch, what did you do?
I didn’t do anything either, except that one time in Tijuana when I…
Yeah ok seriously, I am already mentally scarred from my own ****, I don’t need to hear about anything you got up to in any geographical location.
Your loss, but you should be familiar with that feeling by now.
Verona rolls his eyes.
So this was just an opportunity to twist the knife in?
No, if I wanted to abuse people I’d pretend to be senile in a restaurant and call people names again.
Then why, other than the fact we both literally have nobody else to talk to, are we still talking?
Because I want my son back.
You’ve lost me.
Listen Luigi, my son will not stop this game he is playing whilst he has that belt wrapped around his waist and Kelly will never stop as long as she’s got her battering ram to violate the roster. You beat him, and we all need somebody to beat him again.
Are you telling me to beat your son?
I’m telling you that he won’t stop until somebody does, whether it’s your sorry ass or Jacobsen’s is irrelevant. Frankly I couldn’t care less who gives me my son back but moping around like a menopausal hussy who never got the phone call back isn’t going to solve your problems. Stop being a bitch show some balls, the least you could do is help topple Kelly after all your gesticulating.
Thanks……I think.
Hey don’t go getting any idea’s fruitcake, my ass is a one way exit and without a woman around the house the takeaways are taking their toll.
Verona cringes and looks at Gib.
You sicken me.
The feeling is mutual.
----------------------------------------------------------
Regardless of whether or not I agree with the bile you seem to be content on spewing Alex, I will never try to claim that you are not a competent performed in the middle of the ring. When we clashed for the National Title we pushed one another to the limit and I am abundantly clear of what you are capable of.
In one week’s time the biggest opportunity of my career will present itself.
The Road to the Gold.
I have always thrived in the face of overwhelming odds and I’ve made my name coming out of those situations on top. I have stuttered along since Ricky pinned me and become a washed up member of the elite who has become the rotten corpse from which those who follow in my footsteps have begun to scavenge victories from.
Credit where it is due, some of them have earned it whilst others have just exploited the shadow of my former self.
And maybe, by wallowing in my own self-pity I have engineered my own demise and become a caricature of the typical washed up “almost man” that litters the locker room after choking against Ricky like a coed trying to raise her grade average and in that case, I only have myself to blame.
With every defeat I have allowed myself to buy into the doubt in my ability as I have watched guys who were once behind me swagger firmly in front.
I could just have myself a few matches against perennial jobbers to raise my self-esteem again and then hope I can still hang with the best of them when it matters but that is a decidedly risk free venture and frankly I have absolutely no desire to go 2-0 against Tommy the Cat or any other embarrassment Kelly feels like rolling out to face me.
If I want to get back to the level I set myself, I have to do it by throwing myself back into the fire and that means plowing through a field of this federations elite.
The Road to the Gold isn’t the playground of the inadequate, it is where the wheat is separated from the chaff and the very best of the best rises above the subpar and every week is a monumental challenge to determine the true competitor to the world title.
I know what it takes to beat the best this company has to throw at me, if I am going to return to being the name on everybody’s lips I need to win the Road to the Gold.
Not just perform well, not narrowly miss out.
Win.
I am well aware that for the next month the same tired clichés about “having to win” and “needing this” will be trotted out by almost everybody involved so let me get it out of the way nice and early.
I need to win the Road to the Gold because I cannot accept mediocrity for myself, the past two months have been hell despite victories over men like Falcon and Curtis and two of Kelly’s goons at once. If I can’t go out there every single week and prove that I am the best wrestler in the business, or at a bare minimum that I should be concerned in any argument over who truly is the best, then I do not want to compete in this business.
If you are not trying to prove that you are better than everyone else, even if it’s just the guy who you’re booked to face that week, then you may as well pack it in.
I don’t want to be remembered for carving out a reasonable career here and never making it big like Joe suggested I should be able to be content with. If I retire from wrestling without achieving greatness I won’t have been a success, I will have been a failure.
That is why I have to win the Road to the Gold.
Not for the masses of oppressed wrestlers across the world, not to prove that the match with Ricky was some sort of fluke and not even to upset our benevolent leader.
But to cement my place in history.
Nobody remembers the guy who almost proved he was the best.
I want to be remembered for eternity as the best there ever was.
----------------------------------------------------------
Hannah……I am so glad you came….
Hannah stands in the hospital lobby, trying to remain composed in front of her mother.
I’m not completely heartless mom….
Her mother smiles warmly, though the ravages of tears have left her eyes bloodshot and her makeup smeared.
You were always the smarter one, Jessica wouldn’t even answer my calls.
She’s still upset with him.
And what about you?
Hannah pauses for a moment as nurses dart around them.
I am too….it’s just….
You feel guilty not coming?
More or less….I am not proud saying it but he doesn’t deserve my being here.
I know he doesn’t Hannah. Yet, here you are. You’re a good person, you can’t help it, but I’m glad you came anyway.
I couldn’t leave you to suffer like this by yourself mom.
So you’re not mad at me?
Why would I ever be mad at you?
She shrugs, looking at the floor as she responds.
Because I should have stuck up for you. I knew you were right, but I….
It’s ok, you did what you could to stay neutral, I’m grateful, truly……so…..how is he?
They…..they don’t know…..
Her mother bursts into tears, prompting Hannah to embrace here as the ward continues to buzz frantically around them.
----------------------------------------------------------
Hannah……I am so glad you came….
Hannah stands in the hospital lobby, trying to remain composed in front of her mother.
I’m not completely heartless mom….
Her mother smiles warmly, though the ravages of tears have left her eyes bloodshot and her makeup smeared.
You were always the smarter one, Jessica wouldn’t even answer my calls.
She’s still upset with him.
And what about you?
Hannah pauses for a moment as nurses dart around them.
I am too….it’s just….
You feel guilty not coming?
More or less….I am not proud saying it but he doesn’t deserve my being here.
I know he doesn’t Hannah. Yet, here you are. You’re a good person, you can’t help it, but I’m glad you came anyway.
I couldn’t leave you to suffer like this by yourself mom.
So you’re not mad at me?
Why would I ever be mad at you?
She shrugs, looking at the floor as she responds.
Because I should have stuck up for you. I knew you were right, but I….
It’s ok, you did what you could to stay neutral, I’m grateful, truly……so…..how is he?
They…..they don’t know…..
Her mother bursts into tears, prompting Hannah to embrace here as the ward continues to buzz frantically around them.
----------------------------------------------------------
Kelly, let me make myself abundantly clear.
When I said I would be the man who is stood over you as you crumble to your knees and watch your world burn around you, I meant it.
I have become your own personal playtoy, which has disturbing connotations, but I digress. I realise that my threats appear empty whilst you are surrounded by a cabal with men like Lex and Charlie which would be enough to strike fear into the heart of any man.
But I am not like any other man.
I have suffered for my failings recently and I have dwelled in melancholy, but I never lost sight of the fact that I am not afraid to step in the ring with anybody you throw at me. Xander might make others question their decision to enter the ring but I never once asked myself if throwing everything I had at him was the right thing to do for my career. Lex and Charlie has the ability to test anybody who calls themselves the best but I would gladly look them right in the eye and let them take their best shot.
Whether I recover my form this week against Alex or not, I am not going to give up being a pain in your side for as long as you deem it necessary for me to pay penance for my sins against you.
You can keep trying to stack the odds against me and exploit my recent failings, if I was in your positive I’d do the same thing, but it isn’t going to make me waver. I may have questioned my ability in recent weeks but I have never questioned my desire to fulfil my potential, whether you allow me to flourish or not.
You still have two options, even if I do find myself repeating myself.
Way to be a hypocrite huh?
We can keep on butting heads, to the entertainment of everybody watching, and eventually, whether it is by my hand directly or not, you can find yourself watching your father’s legacy crumble as the inmates take over the asylum.
Or you can accept that I am an asset just like those you’ve chosen to surrounded yourself with.
You will never do the right thing Kelly, it isn’t in your nature and hell maybe nobody is capable of running this place on an even keel but then, I don’t really care what you do to the rest of the roster anymore. I want to do what is right for me and that involves turning my back on the roster and focusing my energy on exploiting it for my own success.
I will lie, I will cheat and I will screw people over to get ahead if I have to and I will do it without a second thought. I tried to be the white knight but the costume never fit, whilst I was always sincere in my desire to make NCW a fair company I have always had a flair for deviancy.
I won the X-Championship and the National Title by bending the rules and as Xander will attest, I beat him by embarking on a war where no quarter was offered or given. I am a sly and wily predator who thrives in the unorthodox and whilst I have every confidence in my technical ability I know that winning in wrestling is never black and white.
I can play dirty Kelly, just like you.
Tussling with you have been one hell of a rollercoaster that has occupied my focus for the entire year and I would be a liar if I said I hadn’t extracted a sick delight from our little back and forths at times but it is time for the games to stop.
One of us is going to suffer a very hard fall and I have learnt the hard way what that feels like after Ricky proved that if I took my eye off the game for a single second and started to think I was entitled to my attention I was ultimately doomed to failure.
I am going to win the Road to the Gold, no matter what you do to try and stop me.
And if I fall?
I’m taking you with me.
