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| The Enforcer | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 24 2010, 10:45 AM (69 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Feb 24 2010, 10:45 AM Post #1 |
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I am the enforcer. I don't have much to say, because I let my actions speak for my words. I leave the charisma to the Fiscus brothers. I don't need the fame or the glamour, just give me the fortune and the competition I crave. I will make due with the my next match up on the cards. Kris Kash. I will make due, because this punk thug needs to learn a lesson in respect. You don't walk side by side with us when you are sub par. I never wanted you with us in the first place, but Alan calls the shots... and he plays the games. I don't play games. I am the enforcer. As I sit here in this locker room, after a nice hot shower, I contemplate about my future in this industry. I contemplate my future in the CZW, specifically. But not in a negative way, as so many fools would mistake that statement for. The sky is the limit. I am associated with the BEST in this company. Alan Fiscus and I have been friends for 15 years now. We were both taught by the best trainer in the world, Owen Castle. Rest his soul. Alan has held numerous titles, had many, many great and epic matches that fans still talk about. Me? I didn't have those. Our careers took different paths. I focused more on giving to the business, not taking from it. I helped trained wrestlers almost from the moment I graduated from Owen's school, and I was always... enhancement talent. I never caught my break, nor did I have many opportunities to do so. But you know what? That's not important to me. I'm all about the paycheck. I'm all about helping the business that writes mine. Money, and respect, are the two things I am in this business for. So, Kash, when you say you are going to come after all of us for turning on you... beating you down like the rabid, brainless mutt that you are... I say, by all means. Bring it. I'd like to see if you can prove me wrong, Kris. Because as of the first moment I laid eyes on you, I have thought nothing of you. I don't see talent, I don't see charisma. I see a lost man, searching for something, and never finding it. You don't know your path, boy. It's funny this match is tagged "KASH BEGINS HIS QUEST FOR A GAUNTLET OF REVENGE!" Because that implies that you're going to beat me, the apparent first rung in this so-called gauntlet. This is not the case, "homie." You are a street thug from St. Louis. Most likely born poor, most likely raised poor. You probably went to crappy public schools, being taught nothing by teachers who don't know how to do their jobs, and not caring because the money sucks. I seriously doubt you graduated high school, let alone attend any college afterwards. You probably broke into the business doing dangerously ignorant backyard wrestling. You've probably squandered any money you've made. Let me tell you about me. I come from a wealthy family based in San Diego, California. I went to the best private schools, and was the captain and quarterback for my elite high school football team. I was offered many scholarships to many different elite colleges, but I stayed in San Diego and graduated at the top of my class, again being the quarterback and again... being the captain. Every team I was on was a winner. The San Diego Chargers drafted me, and I could have very well gone pro but alas... I did not. I had an injury and a change of heart all at once. After I healed, I moved to Chicago to become a professional wrestler. I wrestled my first match in 1996. I've been all over the world, wrestling for many independant companies. I have made a lot of money, I have managed that money very successfully, and now I am a millionaire. I enjoy fine wines and limosine rides. I enjoy buying whatever I want, whenever I want. I'm not a household name, I made my money by being reliable, being trustworthy, and being damn talented in the ring. I am a ring general, Kash. I am the enforcer. I don't need to do over dramatic angles to get over. I don't have to have some fancy gimmick, I don't have to act a special way to be an asset. What I do best, is wrestle. I am a WRESTLER. No gimmicks needed, my actions in the ring get me "over." You can take your hardcore division, you can take your garbage backyard crap, and flush it right down the toilet because that is nothing but crap. I am technical, I am sound, and I am ready, Kash. It's time that "Flawless" Frank Finch makes a real name for himself. I've never held a title in my whole career, and it's time for that to change. You are a former CZW Intercontinental champion, and that disgusts me. -I- should be a former, current, and FUTURE champion. Unfortunately, I can only fill one of those slots. I'm going to open eyes in our match, punk, and it's going to be at your expense. It's time for the Flawless One to ascend the ladder. It's time for the Realist to get real, and get lost. You are a street thug. You are a gullible cretin. You are a damaged persona. You are a dime a dozen. I am flawless. I am relentless. I am ready. I am the enforcer. See you in Columbia, "player." It's going to be real... "gangsta." |
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