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Séance of Shamans
..:: Would any of you like to take a turn at living a day in my life? I'd doubt anyone would last. The pressures, the stress, the temptations. I bet everyone wishes they could be where I've been. See what I saw. JEALOUSY is a root of evil. It drives a stable man to the brink of insanity. I've had life's thrown before my face. Given the chance to correct the situation, or simply ignore it. What would anyone else do? I imagine they wouldn't know. Bringing them to my complex decision. ::.. ..:: Save them or leave them. Hard decision. Maybe not for the normal person, but then again, when have i ever been normal. I'm extravagant to say the least. ::.. ..:: On top of all the stresses dealing with the abductions, I have to face a rising star who has no respect. A guy who has been gunning for me for two years, and has only now become even close to competing against me. But I can't say I'm worried about facing Cyber Bitch. This is a business, it's what I' paid to do. Cyber Punk is looking to be a superstar like I am. I doubt he’ll find it. ::.. ..:: But it makes me wonder, to what extent is someone willing to go to surpass me? It seems like everyone is riding my dick nowadays. I guess it comes with being the best eh? ::.. ..:: This is the story of friendships, love, hate, and stabbing in the back. This is a story about the industry, about life in general, and about success. This is the story that I NEED to tell. I hope you all will listen. This a journey through my mind ::.. 
Let em make it extremely clear. I'm in this game for my own success, and my own gain. Nowhere do I look at fans for help. Never have I counted on the fan base to boost my career. Yet, I'm still what keeps the fans coming. I could give two fucks about anyone besides myself. Remember that. There are many things that I am. Hall of Famer, Main Eventer, Five Time World Champion, record setter, record breaker. Yet, there is one thing that I admit that I haven’t done. Beat Cyber Punk But that all changes Sunday. I don't have to show you why I'm better than you Cyber Punk. I think if you compare our promos, you'll see a huge difference. I can be creative, and draw an audience. After someone reads your first promo, they skip the second and third. They're all the same. Same rhetoric, same homo filled bullshit. How many times are you going to ask a grown man to suck your dick? Fucking faggot I gave you gold to work with, and you came back with shit. You're worse than I thought. I can see you're determined to beat me; that is noticeable. But I felt you would've come at me with something unique. Something that could make you stand out from the others. But you didn't. Did you think about how big this match is for your career? This match alone could plummet you to the ranks of jobber. This match could make you a superstar. Too bad you can't beat me. I want you to look around, and check out the kingdom I’ve built. I’ve become a star outside the walls of Joe’s Wrestling Federation. I’ve gained championships around the world, for crying out load I am currently the Number two ranked name on the eXperts top 20! I am currently the number one contender for the True eXpert championship. Don’t believe go check it out yourself…But the question I have is, what have you done outside of JWF? Jack Fucking Shit I’m crossing over international waters like a Bomb threat, and Punk you haven’t even left home yet. I can stoop to your level, if my current Style is to evolve for yea…You’re a bitch, you’re a hoe…Here’s a motherfucking promo dress, you want to fight god, this isn’t even a fair contest. See what I’m doing here is starting a mother fucking Sand storm, a storm you ass isn’t going to be able to escape. You got everything about me fucked up Punk, I AM A BEAST. I still have a reptilian tong and my skin is deep. Can you say that Punk? If you ask me looks like my segment got to you a bit. This is fucking fun to me Punk. Your trying your hardest and I haven’t even broken a sweat yet! I am a refine Mastermind Your talking nothing but dumb shit…almost like your hooting and hollering. And I’m standing here ready to swallow you whole! I bet you would enjoy that. I bet this whole dream match is nothing more then a fag fantasy fetish come true. And to think you had to kill a piece of yourself just to get this shot. Guess its true your nobody until someone kills yea When it’s the final match of the night Punk do you know what that does to me? That gives me momentum like no other. Hearing every single person out there booing me and waiting for me to lose is such an adrenaline rush. Hearing those people moan and groan for 245 days gives me pure pleasure. Being in the main event with my name on the marquee, every single week, is like getting fucked by the hottest chick in the world. Do you ever get that walking around claming Anarchy? See, Punk, when you’re in the main event you need to up your game a tad bit. You can’t be the same Cyber Punk you’ve been for the last decade or so. You need to reach the next level. Your last work taught me that you’re nowhere near that level. Your last promo taught me that NLWF needs me as champion. Why, you ask? The NLWF champion is main event…not show opener. Every time I was champion I main evented. Every time I walked down the ramp with gold gleaming off my waist I was in the main event. You aren’t the epitome of a champion. You’re the epitome of everything this company doesn’t need as champion. This company needs me as champion. I am NLWF. Don’t believe me? Check my phone messages from the past for years. I bet there will be at least four messages from your beloved Joe Santiago…In fact…Here is the latest one… ..:: I've got this fed going, --- I have a pretty awesome gimmick for you if you are interested. ::.. So much for you image of Santiago. Guess you gotta find a new role model to jack off to. You have opened pendora’s box Punk, and it’s time for your to find out that for once, Santiago can’t carry you to victory. Your about to find out that just like your crash against Porter MaCleod, not every legend is willing to lay down for yea. You’ll find this out when I put you on the ropes and shock you to death. You know, Punk, Cali doesn’t have rules against the death penalty. I’m sure they won’t mind when hundreds of volts rush through your body. I’m sure they won’t mind when I kill you in that ring. You sure know when to beat a horse dead don’t you Punk? The only thing you have on me is what took place in JWF. You rehash it every time you talk. ‘You Killed JWF.’ ‘I was JWF.’ ‘I did this, that, and the other to everyone.’ Do you realize back in TEWF I was the one who defeat your idol Santiago, and forced him into retirement? I‘ve done my best to sway away from you. I tired my best to stay away from you. Tried to allow you to stay a float. But you keep begging. But you failed to realize, that you’ve been begging for the death of your career. And now the reapers here to collect. Now you know to expect death, the end of your dream of being a champion in a promotion that doesn‘t begin with a S, and the end of the smoke and mirrors that is The King of New School. Because once that show is over and I drop you with a End Result custom made for you and my hand is raised in victory there will be no King of New School. There will only be Captain Anarchy. There will only be SBK and you will see him through the blood that will cover your eyes. The blood of the Defeated Sentinel. I’m sure, however, you’ll tell me how you’re on top of your game and how you’re more experience in these kinds of matches and how you’re going to show me how to survive in these kinds of matches. Punk, I accept the challenge. Whip me into the ropes. Cut me so deep that I see my bone. Pour some of my blood all over your hands like you’ve been doing ‘week after week’. You can do all of that, Punk, but at the end of the day you can wash my blood from your hands empty handed. I’ll be lying in the ring, taken to my limit, but I will emerge as a Seven Time World champion. I will be scarred but not before I throw your legs in the air for a sacred End Result. I will be beaten down but not before I break your back with a tragedy clutch. See what I’m getting at? You might have been preparing for this match but when it’s all said and done I will be NLWF champion. That’s main event experience. Then when I get patched up and when I go out and people see my scars I can have a story to tell too. I can tell the story of when I met Cyber Punk, in his element and surrounded by his followers, and came out the winner. Then you can show them your newest scar and tell them the story about how you met SBK, in your element and surrounded by your followers, and came out the loser. Funny how things work out, eh Punk? If it matter, You will be the one I am most proud of. You will have failed everyone who has bought into your bullshit. You will have failed yourself. You will have failed me. Just to think, too, I used to think you were somewhat decent. I used to think that you were a threat. Now you’re a threat to NLWF if you continue to believe your going to wear my championship. It’s my championship and she’s ready to come home around the waist of a winner. Everyone measures themselves to me. Everyone in the locker room knows what I’ve done and without me at the helm there are two things that could happen. NLWF could close or the North American championship will become more prestigious than the NLWF championship. Put us side by side, Punk, and see how we measure up. I measure your success here and I’ve about reached my limit. I haven’t been measuring in meters or centimeters… inches or miles. I’ve been measuring in seconds. There’s only three seconds left. We’ve been through enough these past few years Punk. You and I both know that. Now it is time to put everything we have on the line. I know your blood will be spilled and my blood will be spilled but as there is blood there are also consequences. You will never be the same after this. I will never be the same after this. That’s the only thing we will have in common. When the bell rings and the belt is placed on the victor… he will be the one who has reached the top of mountain as a Seven time Champion. He will be the one who will begin the next evolution in new Manifest. He will be the man who will bring NLWF to the glory it should be at. I want you to see the foundation I’ve laid down. I want you to see the throne I've built. Then I want you to think about your accomplishments. Have you ever beaten someone on the level I'm taking you to? This plateau is far too high for you. It’s a funny thing being compared to Joe Santiago for the first time. You really are reaching for straws aren’t you Punk. But if you’ve done your homework you would clearly see that it was Joe Santiago that was jacking my shit! What was Joe Santiago before he meet ME? A champion in his own promotion. I took everything Joe offered and made it fucking GOLD. Call me Midas I was the first one to get a blow job on camera, Joe followed it up with ‘One night in Cutie Pie’ I was the one who stood on a altar and told the lord himself to go fuck himself. Now you’re making reference to Santiago being the Anti-Christ. I've shown you what I can do. I've raped you verbally. What else is there I can do. I watched you dig your own grave. Now you're getting buried in it. I don't feel bad. You're just another victim. Another tally in my win column. The face of this company. What makes you think you'd last ten seconds with me Punk? You couldn't. I've made my name, and marked my kingdom. It's only a matter of time before I break your spirit. Such intensity for a nobody. You haven't proven anything yet Cyber Punk, nor will you on Sunday. -- FIN -- |