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I don't even care anymore ..:: It’s also complete and total bunk. ::.. ..:: To be the best is to have belief, nothing more. It is a feeling, an ingrained knowledge. It isn’t knowing something and doing something well, it’s NOT knowing something and doing something well. It’s the ability to understand what a person is about to do before they even know it themselves. It’s about the ability to know your own strengths and weaknesses and keep them hidden from your opponent. It’s about your ability to persevere through every hardship and obstacle life throws at you. It’s… it’s the knowledge that deep down, you know there is no way you can lose to your opponent. And that is something that these other people haven’t had. They are all respectful if combative; they are cocky if admiring… but they are all not completely certain of how they can match up to others and do. All they know is that they are talented in their own respective fields of wrestling and able to utilize said talents to the best of their abilities. I am NOT the best at the way I wrestle, and I freely admit it. I’m also fairly younger and less experienced than everyone else in this contest. In fact, I don’t even have any major wins to my name, unlike some of the others here. But what I do have above all the others is a talent unlike any other you have seen – ::.. ..:: I can win, and I can do it by making opponents beat themselves. ::.. ..:: I can take every advantage my opponent has over me and turn it against them, making them look ordinary and confounded. I am able to rapidly study and understand the nature of the opponent I face, and break them down until they are a whimpering mess of emotions and fears. And when that all starts to fail me… I can always just give them a quick thumb to the eye and a roll up with their tights in hand while I hold onto the ropes with my feet for a fast count. What I do better than everyone else is win by any means necessary, and do it in any way that is most convenient for me. And that’s why I’m a true expert – I don’t have flashy clothing, popular moves, or even big bulging muscles. But I DO have one thing that the other people in this match don’t and won’t have ::.. ..:: Ruthlessness ::.. This is the moment. The moment we’ve all been waiting for. This is the moment where every single superstar in the company goes to the limit and strive towards heading towards the one thing we dream of doing each and every time there is a chance like this in this business – becoming a champion, becoming the best in the whole promotion. Seven superstars entering that squared circle and fighting it out for the chance to duke it out for the biggest prize in the company. I know how everyone is adamant about bringing out everything that is bad about someone and not bringing out the good things that they’ve done as well. You like to pay more attention to the bad more than the good and you know it. However, I am here to bring the truth and show the world that when you outweigh the bad over the good, you are bound to run into embarrassment and you are bound to run into a beat down. While everyone loves to bring up what took place at War Games and everything in between, but none of that matters come Friday. None of that matters come today. None of that matters come right now because right now I am here to show the world that I’m not here for the glory like everyone else. I’m not here for the fans’ support like a former Heavyweight Champion once was. I’m not here to destroy everything that is before me like Salvation. I’m not here just to live a soap opera like Havoc and the Asylum. I’m not here for the money like some of these jobbers. I’m not here for none of that. I’m here for one purpose and one purpose only. Victory. When I signed a new contract with the West, I had a new focus to show the world what I can really do and prove everyone wrong. To make things right again. This is the start of my journey down that path. I stand down this road alone and ready to take on what’s before me. Right now, what is before me are seven superstars that feel that either they should grab the spotlight right off the bat after being gone for so long, or feel that they can just raise their potential in the ring if only they are just pushed to that status. Or rather they just want to be cocky and just run around trying to be another Brenton Cyrus. Trust me, it’s all been done before by everyone including myself. You see, all of you think that you know exactly what you’re coming into and the truth is you don’t. You see, when I step into that ring at Annihilation, I will not have anything but victory on my mind. This battle that I’m stepping into has nothing to do with Salvation. It has nothing to do with friends or family. It has nothing to do with money or fame. This Friday night, you will witness a war of epic proportions. So many superstars going in like American Idol wannabes shouting how you’re the next Annihilation Champion. Well, you can stop the shouting and the excitement about being in a bout like this because once I step in, the play time is done for. It’s all over from there. I’m not going in saying that I’m going to be the next Annihilation Champion. I’m not going in there saying how I’m going to be the man standing with vendetta accomplished. I’m going in there only saying two words and two words only. Who’s next? Who is the next to feel everything that the Vigilante has to deliver? Who is the next to become another victim to the man known to everyone as SBK? Who is the next to have their throat and lungs demolished by the pain that I shove down it just by one punch? Who wants to fight? I know what I want and I know the pressures that are before me because of what happened at War Games, but I have no worries whatsoever because I know for certain that no matter what, I’m fighting down to the very last bit. No one can sit here and say that I’m not the most passionate in this business. No one can sit here and say that I’m not the most driven. No one will be able to sit here and say that the so-called old man can’t cut it in the ring because I’ve been doing it for years. Be prepared to have your eyes open and realize that I’m coming for war. I’m coming for victory. I’m coming for the glory. And I’m coming for you… So Brenton, you better hope that your in the finals, but better yet, you better hope that you’re not because you'll soon be facing me. Are you ready? 
Johnny BURIED his ex wife and son on a hill overlooking the Bay of Naples. They would rest there, protected from the hot summer sun and chilly winds of fall by the same two large pine trees Johnny had once climbed as a boy. As the gravediggers shoveled dirt over the caskets, Johnny looked across the serene landscape and knew he was seeing it for the last time. The members of Salvation had reported Alex's murder to the local constable, making Johnny something he never dreamed he would be--a wanted man. He quickly and quietly sold his land, his winter clothes and what remained of his flock to a local merchant. The sum he collected was just enough to cover passage for himself and his wife aboard La Santa Maria, scheduled to depart Naples at night. The doctor had warned Johnny that it would be best to delay the voyage until spring, after his wife had given birth. Each day we stay is a risk Johnny told him. We must leave to the West now. It is not a way for a woman to bring in a new life The doctor said. There is no life here, New or old. Give your wife and child a chance Taking them away is their chance
Man, I don't wanna be here. At all. Fact is, this shit pays my bills. The Annihilation tourney could easily get me that cash flow. Every win is more money in my pocket. I could give a fuck about titles anymore. I'm broke. This is easy money. I start small and work my way up. Havoc isn't a challenge. Havoc is a warm up for the next opponent. Havoc isn’t a threat to me. He’s nothing to me. Why should he be something to me? He’s the bug I wiped off my windshield this afternoon. He’s the dirt I wiped off my shoe when I entered my house. Seriously, Havoc? This is the guy who threw a temper tantrum in the ring, not once but twice because of Championship loses? Grow the fuck up Havoc. Hell I’m not sure if I should bring the soother, or the box of tissues? It seems your full of excuses every single time you come up a little short in a match, and I can expect you to deny this up and down in a rebuttal speech. I know this is up front, because I haven’t even shaken your hand yet, and called you a friend. But I’ll skip the pats on the back, and get straight to the introduction. I’m SBK. Do you understand what this means, or are you crying loud enough, that you can’t acknowledge me? You know what, kid? Fuck you. Scrap your plans on walking out with the victory, and grab your laundry list of 100 hundred excuses; ready to play them out to anyone willing to listen to your shit. I’m sure, someone other than yourself will buy into the fact that your shoes weren’t tied, or you were under the weather…or the fact that you didn’t put your lucky left sock on, before you laced up your wrestling boot. Friday your going to be wishing for another save by Silva…To bad you burnt that bridge. Mexican Samurai…A fairly big name, but am I simply am missing the ‘’bang’’ behind it? I mean, maybe your novelty had drained out along with your loyalty, when you decided to wrestle Brand to Brand, as if working shows simply became the ‘’IN’’ thing to do? It’s clear you have bit off more than you can chew. Not to mention the fact that your talent has been so magnified and ballooned by your fellow co-workers and fans; so much to the point, I had actually looked forward to stepping in the ring with you, provided you weren’t eliminated before then. But now, as I take it upon myself to research you, I am simply not impressed. I say, show up to the tournament; but you can throw out your chances of winning this entire thing. Feel free to stick around until I step through those ropes, because it would be my pleasure to eliminate you myself. While the likely route is that you have been removed from the match before I have the chance to escort you out myself, you wouldn’t mind saying ‘’hi’’ to Havoc for me back when you get there will you? You help me, and I’ll be sure to tip the waitress, I’ll kick you two quarters and a fortune cookie for fetching my mail too. Jake Stunner…I don’t know much about you nor do I care. I handed you my title because Santiago vouched for yea. But I do understand guys like you are just trying to make a name in the business, but I don’t understand why you seem to believe it’ll be on my watch? I’m sure you hold a hand which could very well lead to victory, but what are the odds of that? Take into the account that the deck is already stacked against you, and I know how to play this game better than anyone which the world has seen. The truth hurts, and it’s going to poke-you right between those eyes. Those snake eyes you have, slithering through the green grass just waiting to jump up, and shock those he charges at with complete and utter surprise. Unfortunately, I can call your bluff; before you even think to fake it. I don’t know what cards you have up your sleeve, but this is a gamble you simply cannot afford. But I couldn't give a fuck about anyone else in this match. All I care about is taking out Brenton Cyrus. All I care about is getting revenge on them for what they did to my dead wife. That's the only reason I came back. These last few weeks you've done nothing but try and send messages Cyrus. You might have hung Tapido twice, you may have Carmine in your packet, but that's not going to stop me from walking in to Annihilation. There won't be anymore running, there won't be anymore hiding. Your promises won't matter. I hope we meet in the final round, I would love nothing better to have you trapped in the corner and you have no way of fighting out of it. Salvation is nothing more than a group of individuals with empty promises. They're full of Psychopaths that truly don't realize how far they've already buried themselves. They'll soon learn. One by one I'll tear you limb from limb, I'll destroy any hopes you had in turning NLWF into your own personal playground, and I'll do that by crushing your skulls into the center of the ring match by match. You know what? I’m done, really wasting time. Not even sure if anyone besides myself and Brenton will even make an impact….A 3rd show, what the hell are we thinking? I’m wasting my time. I'll see you pricks Friday -- [ FIN ] -- |