Post by Angel on Aug 5, 2009 4:48:51 GMT -6
My fist strikes the heavy bag again but my mind isn't here in the gym, my mind is on Sunday, Lynch Mob match, Dirty Deal, Tag Team Titles on the line.
"Dirty Deal just don't get it. They still think they matter here, they still think their jokes are funny, they still think people take them seriously. After all the jokes and buffoon antics they've pulled, they suddenly want us to look at them like a threat?"
I kick with all my might near the top of the bag, about where Ron's head will be Sunday, making sure to make bone shattering contact with the bag.
"BE AS SERIOUS AS YOU WANT BOYS! WE'VE BEEN SERIOUS SINCE THE BEGINNING! You think your sudden change of heart is going to make a lick of difference Sunday? You think just because you threaten us more than you make fun of us your chances of winning have suddenly increased?"
[/b]"Dirty Deal just don't get it. They still think they matter here, they still think their jokes are funny, they still think people take them seriously. After all the jokes and buffoon antics they've pulled, they suddenly want us to look at them like a threat?"
I kick with all my might near the top of the bag, about where Ron's head will be Sunday, making sure to make bone shattering contact with the bag.
"BE AS SERIOUS AS YOU WANT BOYS! WE'VE BEEN SERIOUS SINCE THE BEGINNING! You think your sudden change of heart is going to make a lick of difference Sunday? You think just because you threaten us more than you make fun of us your chances of winning have suddenly increased?"
One, two, three, four, five, six flurry punches to the center of the back followed with a spinning back fist so I can face the camera.
"Your exactly the same fat, sweaty clowns we beat four weeks ago under YOUR RULES! Your exactly the same half retarded Xtreme Crappy Wrestlers from that other **** box fed we DESTROYED several months ago. Nothing has changed. Not your skills. Not your abilities. Not your attitudes. And... NOT YOUR CHANCES!"
I take a step forward.
"Lynch Mob Match huh? Somehow you think because you put us in a match that you made it gives you an advantage? You tried that already and it failed you miserably. Besides your forgetting something. Your putting me in a match where there are no rules, me, Angel, Savior X, the perfecter of the DeathCage, are you absolutely positive you know what your getting yourselves into? Because to put it very bluntly Ron, Curtis, I'm ready to kill the both of you. Not to keep these titles, not to secure our legacy, just because I'm sick and tired of the two of you."
Another step forward. Their words run through my head, but mostly just their foolish attempt to insult me.
"I take this business very seriously. It's my life. It's afforded me to live very comfortably with my daughter and my wife. It's also caused me more pain and heartache than two chumps like you could ever know. I broke my back for this business and sacrificed my family for this business. I've given it all and I've NEVER asked for anything in return but respect. Thats what I was after when I joined the Revolution, thats what I was after when I teamed with Burns, thats what I was after when I tried to kill Nero. Respect. But just like everyone else in nCw, you two refuse to give it where it's due, because of some delusional belief that you've earned it too."
Slow, deep breaths, trying to stay calm.
"**** RESPECT AND **** YOU! I'm done caring about this company, I'm done caring about my opponents, I'm done looking for the next great challenge. Dirty Deal, your about to meet the biggest asshole this business has ever seen. I'm not looking for the win, who cares about another win? I have enough already. Sunday, it's all about me, it's all about making you look like the pieces of **** you are. Sunday it's all about Angel taking the spot light like I deserve and TAKING the respect I've earned. Whether it be by hand shake or choking your fat, blotted necks, that part is up to you."[/b]
I turn to walk off camera but Philip Burns is there blocking me.
"Whats up brother?"
I get in real close.
"Are you ready?
"For Dirty Deal? Hell yeah."[/b]
I lean in, almost whispering.
"Good, because if you cost me this match like you've cost me a few others... Well... just don't cost me the match."[/b]
"Excuse me?
I brush past Phil, I don't have time for games, jokes, threats, bull****. Sunday, Dirty Deal is gonna die.[/center]