Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2013 15:17:19 GMT -5
Scars and Stripes, a night based around getting a shot at glory, for one superstar to grab the proverbial brass ring that’s been hovered overhead for so long. It’s a night where each superstar has hope. They hope to achieve their lifelong goals, they hope to make themselves and their fans proud, and they hope that they will finally gain something half decent to place on their resume in hopes to give their career a more meaningful meaning, if that even makes sense to you. For some, it’s a starting point; likely down a dreadful path of mediocrity, for others, this will be a curtain call of sorts. Sadly for the “up and comers” and the veterans looking for a defining moment, this night will not belong to them, this won’t be a coming out party for anyone, anyone but me that is. Unless you’ve been hidden away under a rock for the past couple of months, I’ve began my ascent towards greatness, and time after time I’ve been plotted, conspired against, and tripped up, both figuratively and literally, by countless people on my way to the top. That ends in Pittsburgh.
Joseph Bishop, my first obstacle of the night, a man whom I know very well. The man who had some pathetic excuse for a referee rip away my shot at the National Title. Joseph I hope you haven’t been wasting time wishing on falling stars or buying rabbit’s feet or stopping to pick up four leaf clovers on the ground because that’d just be a waste of time in your final moments as champion; no amount of luck will save your title reign from being stopped by me. I can only hope you’ve been cherishing your last days with the National Title because in due time, it’ll belong to me. Here’s what I suggest you do with your title in the last hours as champion: firstly, make sure you give that title belt a kiss goodbye, because it’ll be the last time you’ll ever hold it again. Secondly, make sure you polish that belt because the last thing I want and deserve is a grimy belt. Lastly, make sure you appreciate the loss, take solace in knowing I’ll be winning more, beating better men than you. You won’t be my first triumph, and you certainly won’t be my last. I apologize in advance for the beating I’m going to give you, but to be honest, I’m not that sorry; I’m just taking what’s rightfully mine.
The second part, something I’ve been looking forward to for a long time, the battle royal. Here is where you have your up and comers reaching for that brass ring but they need to have lower expectations for this night, and presumably their careers too, because it doesn’t matter what you think or how you think you’ll do, that won’t make a difference to the fact that I’m going to be the last guy in that ring at the end of the night. This isn’t me just making false promises and blowing hot air or talking just to hear my own voice, this is me stating facts. Superbrawl will be made 1,000 times better as I’ll walk out holding the biggest price in wrestling today, the WFWF Championship. I’ve already been called a flash in the pan, I’ve been told I’m just like every other “youngster” (that’s how you know you’re old by the way, you use the words “youngster” and “whippersnapper”) that’s walked into the WFWF claiming their the best thing since sliced bread. The difference between me and them, besides the fact that won’t just burn out like everyone else that’s arrived, lost a couple matches, then left, is the fact that they said just because they needed a catchphrase, they needed to give themselves that little extra reassurance that their careers aren’t a waste of time. The WFWF roster will enter and fall and the man that will be standing tall at the end of it all is me.
Scars and Stripes is my moment of truth. This is my turn to go show the fans that I’m not some cocky, blowhard kid from California; I’m the top star in the wrestling world today and if you don’t already you will like and respect that by the end of the night. One by one they will enter, Shawn Malakai, Andrew Carter, Dave Demento, Dex, Ace Bennett, Thunder, and one by one they will fall because of me. When I say I’m the Golden Boy and that I am the best in the WFWF, you can bet your last dollar that I not only believe it but I am it, only no one else seems to, that is, until Scars and Stripes, when I will show that I am the face of the WFWF and I am the future.
Joseph Bishop, my first obstacle of the night, a man whom I know very well. The man who had some pathetic excuse for a referee rip away my shot at the National Title. Joseph I hope you haven’t been wasting time wishing on falling stars or buying rabbit’s feet or stopping to pick up four leaf clovers on the ground because that’d just be a waste of time in your final moments as champion; no amount of luck will save your title reign from being stopped by me. I can only hope you’ve been cherishing your last days with the National Title because in due time, it’ll belong to me. Here’s what I suggest you do with your title in the last hours as champion: firstly, make sure you give that title belt a kiss goodbye, because it’ll be the last time you’ll ever hold it again. Secondly, make sure you polish that belt because the last thing I want and deserve is a grimy belt. Lastly, make sure you appreciate the loss, take solace in knowing I’ll be winning more, beating better men than you. You won’t be my first triumph, and you certainly won’t be my last. I apologize in advance for the beating I’m going to give you, but to be honest, I’m not that sorry; I’m just taking what’s rightfully mine.
The second part, something I’ve been looking forward to for a long time, the battle royal. Here is where you have your up and comers reaching for that brass ring but they need to have lower expectations for this night, and presumably their careers too, because it doesn’t matter what you think or how you think you’ll do, that won’t make a difference to the fact that I’m going to be the last guy in that ring at the end of the night. This isn’t me just making false promises and blowing hot air or talking just to hear my own voice, this is me stating facts. Superbrawl will be made 1,000 times better as I’ll walk out holding the biggest price in wrestling today, the WFWF Championship. I’ve already been called a flash in the pan, I’ve been told I’m just like every other “youngster” (that’s how you know you’re old by the way, you use the words “youngster” and “whippersnapper”) that’s walked into the WFWF claiming their the best thing since sliced bread. The difference between me and them, besides the fact that won’t just burn out like everyone else that’s arrived, lost a couple matches, then left, is the fact that they said just because they needed a catchphrase, they needed to give themselves that little extra reassurance that their careers aren’t a waste of time. The WFWF roster will enter and fall and the man that will be standing tall at the end of it all is me.
Scars and Stripes is my moment of truth. This is my turn to go show the fans that I’m not some cocky, blowhard kid from California; I’m the top star in the wrestling world today and if you don’t already you will like and respect that by the end of the night. One by one they will enter, Shawn Malakai, Andrew Carter, Dave Demento, Dex, Ace Bennett, Thunder, and one by one they will fall because of me. When I say I’m the Golden Boy and that I am the best in the WFWF, you can bet your last dollar that I not only believe it but I am it, only no one else seems to, that is, until Scars and Stripes, when I will show that I am the face of the WFWF and I am the future.
