Post by A.C. Douglas on Apr 27, 2013 22:30:30 GMT -6
I must say, good people, that for the past couple of months, I have been absolutely flabbergasted at the NCW roster. They all continue to act they don't know who I am. Like I haven't been winning, like I don't continue to win time and time again. Andrew Jacobsen no doubt will remember my name, as I thoroughly embarrassed him last week. I don't think anyone really though the outcome was ever in doubt. I know there were doubters who thought the boy scout could pull it out, but the reality of the situation, was that there was never a doubt for one single moment.
Just like there is no doubt that I will take down both Mike Laszlo and Jackhammer this week and move on the finals of this tournament that no one who's involved knows what they're winning. But that won't stop me from doing what I do best. I'm too good to lose. If you're as sick of hearing that as I am of saying it over and over, welcome to my world. I have been the best in this company for a long time. I would have won the coliseum if I had a fair crack at it, but I felt kind of sorry for Alex Jones, and taking his glory, while satisfying to me personally, would have been just another sad chapter in Alex's pitiful career. People constant ask what I've done, despite being for the most part a tag team wrestler, and establishing dominance there, I also managed to have a next to flawless record in singles competition. Minus one match that would be more or less be too a dominating display of power and skill. After all, I am a fair man.
I am a just man. I give it, but the sad thing is, I don't receive it nearly as much. I am getting disrespected left and right by people who just refuse to admit the truth. That I am the best wrestler in this company. Mike Laszlo and Jackhammer just don't want to say it aloud. But it's in the heads. It's in their heart of hearts. More and more I prove it. More and more they don't want to admit it, but the more they know it. It eats away at them like a virus, like a flesh-eating bacteria that won't stop. They know it, but they're coming on television and telling you that they have a actual shot at winning this tournament match. I mean, are you kidding me? It's just as absurd as it is adorable that these men continue to hang on to a crazy dream.
These two men know all about foolish dreams.
Jackhammer thinks he's relevant still. The man managed to find a random women who happens to remember his name. He's just like a lot of these men coming back to suck up the last little bit of glory they can. It's becoming a sad, sad story. How many people even remember Jackhammer besides competing in a few hare-brained matches and beating half-assed wrestlers for titles he never deserved. That's Jackhammer in a nutshell. The man is a goblin. He's grotesque. You think a man who looks, speaks, and acts the way Jackhammer does deserves anything other than a beating and to be slapped. After all, any attack to his face will be a drastic improvement. Jack, can I call you Jack? I mean, you beat Joe Everyman to get a match here. Sadly, this is where you road ends, and it should be where you pathetic comeback attempt should end as well. Just stop Jack. Quit while you're ahead. No one cares anymore. You continue to beat people you should. I mean, you're 8 feet tall. You had all the potential in the world, and you've gone and squandered it all. If you were half as good as I am, you would have clearly been a world champion 10 times over by now. But you're not. You're just another dude who was big for no reason. And on Collision, I will show you just how much you've fallen out of touch with the real world, when I win this match and move on to face...whoever else is trying to make another miraculous comeback.
Or anyone trying to cling to any other hopeless dream.
Isn't that right Mike Laszlo? Let's face it Mike, you had potential last year. You were well on your way to gaining something important. But you, you have just...not delivered. This is your last chance to finally retain all the dignity and steam you lost at the hands of Roberto Verona. I mean, he beat you so badly, I don't know if anyone would want anything to do with you. You have been nothing but an abject failure the past 3-5 months, and now, you continue to cling to this last chance, hoping for some kind of miracle as you talk a big game. Desperation is a very familiar scent to me Michael, and you have bathed yourself in it, because you know this is it for you. You're elevator goes no higher than this. And if you don't get off here, it's all downhill. But you see, that is where I come in. You might as well push the button for the bottom floor, because your ride to the top is over. Done. Finished. You can't stop me, no one can. No one man has been able to even come close to defeating me. I mean, while you struggled with Caleb Lockwood, a man who has done next to nothing his entire career besides be a lacky for people who are better than he is. I just pinned a former world champion. I do those type of things Michael, I beat people because I am better. You struggle with those that if you were as good as you think you are, you would have destroyed. It comes down to the killer instinct Michael. You just don't have it.
For that matter, neither does Jackhammer. Neither one of you can touch me. I am the single greatest phenom this industry has even seen. I am genetically superior to literally everyone in this company. I have shouted it for months now, and every week, I go out and prove it. I go out there and dominate every single week and prove everyone wrong when they continue to doubt me. I will preset this match as further evidence to my superiority over the NCW roster. I will take down two more of the people that think that they are better than they really are.
It's what I do.
Like I always do. I will once again clear the last hurdle before moving on to something bigger and better. Maybe then I will get a challenge worthy of my finest effort. Because despite dominating everyone here, you are only seeing the proverbial tip of the iceberg with me. I have even begun to really make my mark. It's just too bad that NCW will only get a flash of that talent at A Night to Remember.
Michael, James, I would say good luck to the both of you, but she's a whore who will leave you once she gets a glimpse of me.
Not that I need her to take care of either of you.
Just like there is no doubt that I will take down both Mike Laszlo and Jackhammer this week and move on the finals of this tournament that no one who's involved knows what they're winning. But that won't stop me from doing what I do best. I'm too good to lose. If you're as sick of hearing that as I am of saying it over and over, welcome to my world. I have been the best in this company for a long time. I would have won the coliseum if I had a fair crack at it, but I felt kind of sorry for Alex Jones, and taking his glory, while satisfying to me personally, would have been just another sad chapter in Alex's pitiful career. People constant ask what I've done, despite being for the most part a tag team wrestler, and establishing dominance there, I also managed to have a next to flawless record in singles competition. Minus one match that would be more or less be too a dominating display of power and skill. After all, I am a fair man.
I am a just man. I give it, but the sad thing is, I don't receive it nearly as much. I am getting disrespected left and right by people who just refuse to admit the truth. That I am the best wrestler in this company. Mike Laszlo and Jackhammer just don't want to say it aloud. But it's in the heads. It's in their heart of hearts. More and more I prove it. More and more they don't want to admit it, but the more they know it. It eats away at them like a virus, like a flesh-eating bacteria that won't stop. They know it, but they're coming on television and telling you that they have a actual shot at winning this tournament match. I mean, are you kidding me? It's just as absurd as it is adorable that these men continue to hang on to a crazy dream.
These two men know all about foolish dreams.
Jackhammer thinks he's relevant still. The man managed to find a random women who happens to remember his name. He's just like a lot of these men coming back to suck up the last little bit of glory they can. It's becoming a sad, sad story. How many people even remember Jackhammer besides competing in a few hare-brained matches and beating half-assed wrestlers for titles he never deserved. That's Jackhammer in a nutshell. The man is a goblin. He's grotesque. You think a man who looks, speaks, and acts the way Jackhammer does deserves anything other than a beating and to be slapped. After all, any attack to his face will be a drastic improvement. Jack, can I call you Jack? I mean, you beat Joe Everyman to get a match here. Sadly, this is where you road ends, and it should be where you pathetic comeback attempt should end as well. Just stop Jack. Quit while you're ahead. No one cares anymore. You continue to beat people you should. I mean, you're 8 feet tall. You had all the potential in the world, and you've gone and squandered it all. If you were half as good as I am, you would have clearly been a world champion 10 times over by now. But you're not. You're just another dude who was big for no reason. And on Collision, I will show you just how much you've fallen out of touch with the real world, when I win this match and move on to face...whoever else is trying to make another miraculous comeback.
Or anyone trying to cling to any other hopeless dream.
Isn't that right Mike Laszlo? Let's face it Mike, you had potential last year. You were well on your way to gaining something important. But you, you have just...not delivered. This is your last chance to finally retain all the dignity and steam you lost at the hands of Roberto Verona. I mean, he beat you so badly, I don't know if anyone would want anything to do with you. You have been nothing but an abject failure the past 3-5 months, and now, you continue to cling to this last chance, hoping for some kind of miracle as you talk a big game. Desperation is a very familiar scent to me Michael, and you have bathed yourself in it, because you know this is it for you. You're elevator goes no higher than this. And if you don't get off here, it's all downhill. But you see, that is where I come in. You might as well push the button for the bottom floor, because your ride to the top is over. Done. Finished. You can't stop me, no one can. No one man has been able to even come close to defeating me. I mean, while you struggled with Caleb Lockwood, a man who has done next to nothing his entire career besides be a lacky for people who are better than he is. I just pinned a former world champion. I do those type of things Michael, I beat people because I am better. You struggle with those that if you were as good as you think you are, you would have destroyed. It comes down to the killer instinct Michael. You just don't have it.
For that matter, neither does Jackhammer. Neither one of you can touch me. I am the single greatest phenom this industry has even seen. I am genetically superior to literally everyone in this company. I have shouted it for months now, and every week, I go out and prove it. I go out there and dominate every single week and prove everyone wrong when they continue to doubt me. I will preset this match as further evidence to my superiority over the NCW roster. I will take down two more of the people that think that they are better than they really are.
It's what I do.
Like I always do. I will once again clear the last hurdle before moving on to something bigger and better. Maybe then I will get a challenge worthy of my finest effort. Because despite dominating everyone here, you are only seeing the proverbial tip of the iceberg with me. I have even begun to really make my mark. It's just too bad that NCW will only get a flash of that talent at A Night to Remember.
Michael, James, I would say good luck to the both of you, but she's a whore who will leave you once she gets a glimpse of me.
Not that I need her to take care of either of you.