| Will and Won't; II of II vs X-Calibur | |
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| Lunatikk Crippler | May 31 2016, 06:59 AM Post #1 |
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Glad to see that competitive fire awakened in you. I was beginning to think you were focused on Stacy Vandevort. Too much so to worry about some loser like me. And I get it. Your confidence in your own abilities iis forever unwavering. As it should be. Two time Tapout champion and former Wotld Tag Team champ falls under your name in the EWA’s “what have you done for me lately?” category. But you know that. You're always quick to remind the world of your accolades. Maybe you're just reminding yourself. Reminding yourself how you're the greatest of all time and whatnot. Sure. Few have been more successful than you in this business. Could probably count them on one hand. But, much like yourself, I don't give a shit about all that. It's all about what you've done for me lately. And while you've collected more gold than I, been given more opportunities than I, you choose to dwell on opportunities lost, and where you can point that finger of blame. You don't blame the Youth, for instance, when the four of them conspired to take the Tag Team Titles from you and Herr Goeren. You blame a woman who was doing her job the way she felt was the best. And the great hero X-Calibur has made it known he plans on dealing a great deal of perverse violence upon her. And the people, the sheep that flock in droves to cheer a scumbag like you on, will probably still support you. They will chant your name as they watch you burtalize a defenseless woman for your own selfish reasons. You'll probably get your own hashtag trending in defense of your heinous actions. #imwithx or some crap. It's disgusting. And yet, you continue to justify yourself. Maybe to make yourself comfortable with your decision. Maybe to strengthen the lies you need to tell to the world to make them believe you actually ARE justified. But I am glad you have SOME focus on me. After all, I'm the one with the history of snapping necks and cashing checks, just like yourself. Priorities do change, X. People change. Whereas a few months ago, I’d be gunning for you in the name of glory and accomplishment, today I want to take what's yours just for the simple fact that it would hurt you more than anything physical i could throw at you. Wounding your ego would do more damage than actually wounding your body. And the aftermath would be GLORIOUS. Watching you scurry about backstage, like the rat that you are, looking to blame everyone and anyone but the person you should be placing the blame on. Yourself. But why let details and facts get in the way of a good story, right? After all, you're the good guy here. You're the hero in this story. It's YOUR story. Your story sucks. Let me jazz things up for you. I'll add in some trials. Tribulations. A great fucking tragedy for the hero to overcome. Without that, your story is as exciting as a hangnail. You'll bounce back from this, X. We both know it. You always know who to step on to make sure you land on your feet. It's just not gonna be me. Not this time. Not like you shoved me to the side like an afterthought at Champion’s Summit. When you went ahead with our match, not even bothering to check on your own fucking partner after he had been assaulted an hour before the big match. Not only that, but you went ahead and teamed with the man who laid me out. That's not the first time I was aware of how selfish you were, X. But that is when my eyes started opening. You didn't care if I was your partner or not. You would have come out and saved anyone from that bullshit. You just wanted your hand raised against SmirtDogg. Well, congrats. You got that. Pity all the rest of that non X-Calibur crap right? You're gonna hurt me, X? Make me tap? Or break something of mine in the attempt? Bring it. Hurt me, X. Make me tap out if you can. I'm not Chip Masters. I'm not Haywood Jublome. I'm not Tyler Morris, and I will show you no mercy. I will march down to the ring and show you what war really is. I will fight you with every ounce, every fiber of my being. Is this a losing battle? Maybe. Maybe you're gonna beat me. Maybe you'll break my body into pieces. But what are you willing to break in the process? A bone? Your resolve? Your spirit? I'm ready to sacrifice, X. I'm ready for you to bring every fucking thing you've got. I'm ready to take the pain, absorb the punishment. I'm ready to bleed. Ready to hurt. Ready to hurt YOU. But the one thing I'm not ready to do is quit. It's gonna take an awful lot for you to make me submit. I'm not sure you've got enough in you to do it. But by all means, try. Prove me wrong. Show me you're more than the scum I know you to be. Show me you're the greatest of all fucking time, X. Because I'm gonna show you that it doesnt matter when I speak. How I speak. How often I speak. I'm gonna show you it's all about how hard I can hit. How often i hit. Where i hit. Why I won’t quit hitting you. Won't quit hitting you. Won't quit. |
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