III. I Can Remember When..... ...........I first started wrestling. Man I was inexperienced, naive, and gullible. I didn’t know what to expect from the wrestling business. Well, the darkside of it actually. I didn’t expect it to be so cruel, untrustworthy, contradicting, and pathetic. All of it hit me with a big shock after I entered my first real company. Man I’ll never forget that place. The American Wrestling Federation, AWF for short. I wrestled here and there around the New York for the first year or so. Nothing really special. I was just going out there doing the best I can. I won a few matches here, lost a few matches there. I thought that was what being in the wrestling business was all about. Before I got into the AWF there were a slight few things that I learned. And I learned that you can’t get too close to the “boss” of a promotion. No matter where you are, no matter how cool he might be, never get develop a close relationship with your “boss’. This is where the naive part comes in. Because you would think that this guy is going to have your back no matter what. He’ll come to your defense when the other guys are getting on your case. You’ll think he’s going to make you in a big star in that promotion, and you’ll be the champion for as long as you want, as many times as you want, and your salary will rival his. Man was I wrong. I realized that the only reason I was getting by in the first promotion that I was working for, not AWF another on before that, I forgot the name of the promotion and the promoter, only because of my skill and raw talent. With my skills and talent, I was able to attract an audience where ever it was this man was hosting an event. I was the main eventer every night. People paid to see me. I made him money, a lot of money. But every time I got my pay check, it looked like I was working at McDonalds for 3 hours. As furious as I was. There was no need for him to explain anything to me. I took my things and left that shit hole. I know he went out of business two months later. I didn’t really care though. I was at a better place....well what I thought was better place........ That place was AWF. Like I said, I’ll never forget this place. Unlike the other promotion I was working with, this had gimmicks, this place held it’s shows in arenas, instead of bingo halls, gymnasiums, and backyards. It was huge upgrade for me. All of the pay checks that I got were always on time, and it was always enough money as well. It was all I needed to hear back then. Before I got started, I had to create my own gimmick. Yes, I had a gimmick. Man it was worse than Krazzy Kidd’s Insane Clown Posse rip off. No, actually it was cooler. I was actually an exact rip off of The Ultimate Warrior. This gimmick was going to follow me to two other companies. I was okay with the gimmick in the beginning. It allowed to show my more aggressive side during promos and segments against my opponents. I quickly became a fan favorite after that. Pleasing and entertaining the fans was my job. Forget about what ever in ring ability that I had to offer. They had me dead set on being a big face in the company.......that always lost. Only in the beginning though, only in the beginning. Also the schedule was hectic. It would be five days a week, 2 times on a Friday, and 3 times on Sunday. And talk about incompetence at it’s best. I was getting injured every other night. To have me lose every match was bad enough, but then to go ahead and but me up against guys who didn’t know how to do a powerbomb correctly, really pissed me off. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was ready to quit a lot of times. Then I realized that they were the reason why I was able to afford good health insurance. That place made me a very unhappy camper. Besides they would have a new owner every month. So no man was able to keep the locker room stable. Every guy was always hostile towards another. One owner would pick his “guy” who would “carry” the company. In which that “guy” was suppose to be a good leader. That so called “leader” was the best in the company for a reason, cause he was the best politician ever. He would persuade to the owner, the owner of that particular time, to keep guys down who was a threat o him. It wasn’t me, it never was. But it would always be my new friend, and new tag team partner, Justin Laughlin. His in-ring name was Beatstreak. They just put us together. We were both outcast, in my eyes. He was very talented. And his skills were incredible. He could talk on the mic for hours and hours, and you had no other choice but to listen cause you knew he always had something. Even if it would be funny, tragic, crude, blasphemes, the list just goes on. He deserved to be the champion of that company, but they kept him down. When I first entered that company, I wasn’t any good. So they knew what they were doing when they made me his tag team partner. Little did they know, that he was helping me get better as the nights and days went by. All of those matches that we worked together, and lost together, always made me a better person when he was there. So I wasn’t the only person unhappy with the AWF. New owner after new owner, he was still being kept down. Which sucked big time. But another good friend of ours, and awesome person, was a man named Zac Boyer. He was the only guy in that company, who made to the top despite all of the bullshit politics that was going on. Held two of the most covenant prizes in the company at one time. He was the North American Champion and The World Heavyweight Champion. But as time went on, the politics got to him. The screwed him out of both of his titles. But he wasn’t that lost, because he was only in AWF for a while anyway. He had his own company, he had his colleagues watch over the company while we went on to “venture” other places. He was a success there, and gave us the option of joining him in his company known as the International Wrestling Federation. Not like that other bullshit company that Nick Ryan ran away to. Justin and I declined. The reason being, is that tat AWF, we wanted to prove to everyone that we were the best, and that they were going to show us respect. That time came. I guessed that new management started to notice me more than Justin, cause I was taking Justin’s advice and strayed off, started doing what I wanted to do in the ring. To show off my skills more, but not too much. The gimmick was still going and now I was getting a push. It’s not like it was being handed down to me either. It was a great feeling. With the departure of Zac, the title was now vacant. With a new owner around also, he wasn’t that big of a fan of the guys who were the other owners lapdogs. A fair opportunity was granted to me and I took it. I won the AWF World Heavyweight Championship soon enough. At that same time, the North American Championship became the Intercontinental Championship, and Justin took pleasure at winning this title. So our struggle finally came to an end after two long years. After we won those belts. We didn’t really care about the company anymore. Neither did we care about our titles. So we backed our bags and left AWF. In the end though .I learned a lot working for Drew, Dave, Chris, Louie, Steve, Stan, and Joey. One of the things I learned was, you can never trust a man who tells you that an Ultimate Warrior gimmick rip off is going to make you into a huge star wherever you go. Stupid me, actually believing him. Justin and I went to a company called Ultimate Hardcore Wrestling Federation. The gimmick worked there as well. But I wasn’t taken seriously. Justin was. He was putting his talent into great use. In less than a year, he managed to win every single title that the company had to offer. I however only managed to win the company’s European Championship. It was all I needed though. I wasn’t trying on making it big there. Justin did, and he wasn’t satisfied about how quick he rose to fame there either. So Zac gives us a call one day. And he tells us that his company, IWF, has purchased AWF. Being that we were alumni’s, and we were already friends, we joined IWF. There this place was totally different from AWF and UHWF combined. Every man in that company was perfect at honing his craft. So Justin was able to fit in without a problem. Me on the other hand. I was still trapped in my AWF days. I wasn’t losing matches there because it was what Zac had planned for me. I lost a lot because I just flat out sucked compared to those guys. Justin was able to win 2 titles and successfully defend them. He was great wrestler and performer, also a good friend. But he wanted to retire from wrestling. Before he was able to tell Zac anything, Zac had shut the company down. It made me sad, because I didn’t really get the opportunity to show them I can be myself, and that I could be better, at the same time dropping a stupid gimmick that just wasn’t working for me. So my early career was filled with shameful, embarrassing, and pathetic moments, matches, and legacy. I refused to let the rest of my career to go on like this. I vowed that was going to show the whole world that I was a great wrestler, not an entertainer. So my journey was set. Me and Justin went our separate ways. He went back to his hometown of Greensboro, North Carolina. I went around the world to find great wrestlers with amazing skills, impregnable psychology, superb in ring abilities to help me boost my overall talent and help make me into a better wrestler. That I did. I went anywhere I could think of. Which ever country, state, providence, or city I felt had some history of great wrestlers would walk out of, then I made my way over there. To I went to Canada, the United Kingdom, and Mexico. I felt like a lot of things improved as time went on. I was proud and confident about how much I advanced. So I came back to America. Here I started working for different promoters here and there. And with my new found attitude, and skills, I was an impressive son of a un, but I wasn’t “marketable”. They wanted gimmicks, and entertainers, no real wrestlers. They either wanted to fill up arenas with 10 year old boys, with their rich parents, who were going to be entertained by silly promos, soap opera storylines, bad gimmicks, and shitty wrestling just to create the next great wrestling empire, when they couldn’t even meet up to half of their ticket sales. Or they just wanted to have audiences who just wanted to see blood and violence. That I liked for a while, but after a knee injury, that still manages to catch up with me from time to time, made me seek other ventures. With a few more travels to Canada. I stumbled upon a place that changed my life forever........ ......XWF. You all know my story here. I came, I left, I came back, left again, came back again, left again, the trend that everyone seems to follow once they get here, realize how big of an ass Jonathyn is. Then realize how great he pays, then come back and join in for the fun. But this time around for me, I see no fun times ahead. I see gold, I see victory, and I see success. With my flawless talent and skill, who here can stop me from achieving success that has always been rightfully mine? Unfortunately, I will not be able to answer that right now. It will be answered, however, when that particular person is able to keep on defeating me in countless battles, there will be no way that I could rise above him. And that hasn’t been done in a very long time. In the XWF, I see no one here you can make me revisit those shameful days. I Can Remember When......the days were cold, the days were cruel, I would be put down, I was kept down, and I was naive. Unbeknownst of the hardships that would follow me wherever I would go because of relationships that I have had in the past with others. Those days are over, and never to be seen again. My time is coming, sooner than most are expecting, even if they aren’t. As for me, I’m anticipating it. The first man on my list, is Hawaiian Hardhead. Before I can get to him, Q.C. Thug and Rage are the only two men standing in my way. Just a appetizer before the main course, in my opinion. Nothing that I can’t handle, something that I will handle....... IV. Middle Village May 11th, 2008 10:36 AM Manhasset, Long Island, NY My family....what else can I say about them? I love them very much. That’s all I can really say. My wife Jasmine, my eight year old son Cory, and my one year old baby girl, Estella. Life at home has been a very happy one. My wife is very loving, nurturing, caring, kind hearted, fun-loving person, who I just can’t see myself living without. She’s the only woman I have a soft spot for. She always has, and always will, fill my heart with love and happiness. No one else ever really has done so. Ever since I first met her when I was ten years old, she’s always been there for no matter how big of an asshole I was being, what ever foolish or childish activity I was taking part, and whatever I wanted to do with my life. She’s always been there for me. For that I will always love her. And she’s great with kids too. I’m not home all the time, so she’s the one watching over my son Cory. That boy is a fucking scholar man. Eight years old and already in the sixth grade. Fucking unbelievable huh? I’m seeing it with my own two eyes as I’m sharing my thoughts with you all right now. Because of her, Jasmine, my son a very respectable, smart, honest, and knowledgeable young man. Everything I am actually, just that she helped him bring it out more. Just like she tried with me, but I was too stubborn. He isn’t. He’s just as calm, laid back, and sarcastic as his father. An exact clone I must say. And he knows how great his mom is. That’s why he knows that today is the day that we both have to show our appreciation for her. Mother’s Day right? I’m planning on doing something great for her. Since I’ve been busy working for XWF again, today is one of the few days that I have off. I guess I need to get up out of bed now. I can smell the pancakes, eggs, and sausage all the day from up here. Then a very tall figure is seen getting out of a nice queen sized bed in a very well kept bedroom. Terry Mortale, a.k.a Maximus, is seen wearing a white tank top, and black pajamas. He puts on his slippers, walks to the other side of the room, goes into his dresser, and takes out a black jewelry box with the word “Tiffany’s” imprinted on it. He then walks out of the room and heads down stairs. He walks through a kitchen door and there stands his wife Jasmine, still in here night gown, cooking over the stove. She’s a woman of average height, jet black hair, smooth, tanned skin, curvy figure, with a round and firm posterior, bright hazel eyes, basically the body of a goddess. With her soft spoken, cheery voice, begins to speak to Maximus, while still cooking over the stove. Jasmine: Morning sweety. Maximus: Hey.... Sounding calm and laid back as usual. Jasmine: What’s the matter? Maximus: Nothing, just forgot to give this to you.....Happy Mother’s Day. Maximus then opens up the box, and takes out a heart shaped diamond necklace and places it around here neck. She’s surprised and shocked all at the same time. She turns around to give Maximus a nice warm hearted kiss, this continues to go one until Cory walks inside of the kitchen while holding Estella’s hand, all the while, she’s holding a card in her hand. Cory: Dude, come on, gross. You two always have to do this when dad comes home? But Maximus and Jasmine ignore Cory and continue their make out session. Then they stop for a second then they notice their children standing there in front of them. Maximus: Oh, morning son. What were you saying? Cory: Nothing....Here mom, this is for you. Give it to mommy Estella. Estella wobbles over to her mother and hands her a homemade card. Opens it, and begins reading what’s inside. She seems very touched by what’s inside of it. She reaches over to Estella, hugs her, then hugs Cory at the same time. Jasmine. Wow, you guys really shouldn’t have. Maximus: Well, we had to. And tonight I have something special planned for me and you. Cory: No please dad, I get headaches every time you decides to make “plans” for you and mom. Maximus begins to mumble under his breath Maximus: I’m not talking about that boy.....that’s for later. Jasmine over hears him Jasmine: What’s for later? And if it is what I think you’re talking about, just remember, we did that before you left Friday night. Cory: Eww man! There are children in the room. Maximus: Shut up, when you turn 12 you won’t be complaining anymore. Anyway, I want to take you out to dinner tonight. I already spoke to your father, and he said he’ll watch the kids until we get back. Jasmine: Oh Terry, that’s great and everything. But you were so tired when you walked in last night that I didn’t get the chance to tell you that your father said he’s planning on having a nice dinner for your mom, your aunts, and sisters. He invited us. And I think it would be great for you to stop by to see your mom especially on Mother’s Day. When was the last time you’ve seen your family anyway? Maximus doesn’t sound too happy about this news. And responds to her question. Maximus: 6 years and counting...... Jasmine: Well all of that is coming to an end. Now sit down and eat. We’ll be leaving for Queens in the next hour and a half. Maximus picks up Estella and puts her into her high chair. Cory takes a sit at the table. Maximus does the same. Jasmine drops a huge plate of food right in front of Maximus. Then the smaller portions are place in front of her children as she goes around. The kids begin to eat, but Maximus sits in chair and looks depressed. Maximus: Do I have to go? Jasmine: Yes, your mom really wants to see you. Maximus: Mom isn’t the problem. It’s that fucking douchebag. Jasmine: Terry!! Language!! Cory: It’s ok mom, he does this in front all of the teachers. You should’ve saw him go at the last PTA meeting. Jasmine: Cory, this isn’t the time. Now Terry, you’re going whether you like it or not. Obviously you don’t. Even so, your dad wants to see you too. Maximus: Fuck him..... Jasmine then raises her right hand and smacks Maximus in the back of his head. Jasmine: Language....Now hurry up and finish eating. You know I hate being late...... May 11th, 2008 2 hours later, 12: 38 PM Manhasset, Long Island, NY I swear if it was anybody else, their arm would be broken. She’s the only person who I listen to, and the only person I let put their hands on me. Man, my fucking family. My other family. The one that gave me my last name, the one that I abandoned, the one that made me the way I am today. I was born on May 1st, 1979 in Queens, New York, at some fucking hospital. I can’t really remember. I was the son of Terry Mortale Sr and Anna Mortale. I’m the 5th out of 9 children. The middle child basically. Man it fucking sucked. I was always picked on by my older brothers and sister. My dad even joined in on the fun. I always got beat up, and he never came to my defense. My did the best she could to protect me. But she had to work night shifts, so the torment would go on for a long time. I also I had to fend for myself. Since my all of my siblings use to run to my parents and they got what ever they wanted, they became spoiled. I never asked for anything. all I got was hand-me downs from my brothers. And whatever I got that was new, I was forced to give it up to the even younger, more spoiled brothers. Which really pissed me off. I never liked my father. He was abusive in every way possible. Mentally, emotionally, and physically. Sexually to my oldest sister. But hell, sometimes I felt that she deserved it. Even though he lived in the house, it’s not like his lights were on. He never gave me any support for anything I wanted to do with my life. Nothing positive that is.....Even when I started robbing people. He would just look at me with disgust every time I would walk in the door with something new. Then the next minute he would be asking me for favors like, “why don’t go and get me a CD player, I know ths rich Jewish kids you always rob get new ones every week”. Fucking asshole. Now Jasmine is making me go back to the place I hate very much. My old neighborhood, Middle Village. The place where I grew up. It looks like a nice place to raise a family. But then when you live there, and begin to run with a bad crowd, you have no other choice but to run into th bad crowd. That’s what me and all of my brothers did. My sister’s managed to get stuck with jerk offs who treat them like shit anyway. Jerk off’s who I actually knew, went to school with, robbed people with, and all that other shit. Now I have to go back home and see this crap, after six years. Thanks Jasmine, I love you even more for this one. It wouldn’t hurt to see them though. Now that I have the ability to punch all of my brothers and my father in their faces. And feel no remorse about it. What happened to me and my father? Well he really didn’t agree with me becoming a wrestler. I thought it was pretty ignorant of him to actually get mad at me for trying to better my life. The rest of my brothers were going in an out of jail, became well known drug dealers, arms dealers, etc. My sister’s did okay for themselves, just that they deal with the same guys who are just like their brothers. My mom still lives at home with that ignorant, abusive, alcoholic construction worker, known as my dad. I really do feel sorry for her. I guess love, and children, make you stay in relationships that are just useless. I can say that she wasted her life dealing with that man. Too bad I didn’t. He’s lucky I didn’t kill him. Hell....I might kill him today. May 11th, 2008 3:56 PM Middle Village, Queens, NY Well, back home again. This place still looks the same......not really actually. The lawn is still kept well, but everything else has been redone. The steps leading to the door looks new, the door itself looks like it’s just been bought, and the whole house itself looks clean from the outside. Last time I remembered, the outside looked God had taken a crap on this place. Just looked so dusty and dirty. We had the ugliest, unwell kept house in the neighborhood. Now it looks like dad finally stopped using his money for alcohol and actually put in the good money that he gets paid to fix this place up. Well, everything is looking okay so far. Jasmine on the other hand, has been nagging me ever since I left the fucking house. I was driving slow on purpose, and I never drive slow. Oh well, we’re here. I’ll see my mom. Punch my dad in the face and then I’ll go. Wait someone is coming to the front door to greet us...shit. All of a sudden, a short woman with medium length gray hair walks out onto the steps in front of her house to greet her visitors. She looks at Terry and begins to smile very hard. She then runs to hug her son, who she hasn’t seen in six years. Mom: Oh my god I can’t believe you came I missed you so much. Then she stops hugging him and looks over him to see his family behind him Mom: Oh thank you Jasmine for bringing him back home. You could never convince this boy to do anything. How many hours of nagging did it take? Jasmine: Only took five minutes actually. Mom: Well, you’re better than me when it comes to forcing Terry to do anything. Always a little shit, this one. Maximus: Ma !!Language Kids are present. Mom: Oh shut up. Stop being such a pansy. Your father is inside. Go and help him with that damn. The stupid fuck bought that piece of crap two months ago, and he still doesn’t know how to work that thing. You guys are early anyway. No one is coming for the next two hours. His mom then runs over to her grandchildren. Speaking in a cheerful tone. Keeping them occupied. Maximus and Jasmine then walk up the steps and into the house. The look on their faces just show how shocked they are when they walk into the living room. New furniture, new plasma screen TV, and fresh white carpet. Then all of a sudden, a deep, rasp voice, similar to that of Maximus, is heard from out of the corner. ???: Surprised boy? You act as if you never seen a nice house. Maximus and Jasmine then turn around to see a thin man, about 6'0 tall, with a thick beard and a long goatee, and short brown hair. An exact older version of Maximus. It’s no other than Terry Mortale Sr, Maximus’s father. Maximus: Just never saw this place look so nice before. Terry Sr: That’s what happens when you never stop by to come and see your parents. Maximus: No need to.... Maximus’s voice is getting colder by the second. Terry Sr quickly takes sign of this but keeps his composure. Terry Sr: Hm...so, we’re going to go there already huh? Wait until the drinks start coming. Then you can start bitching like you always do. Maximus: You mother fuc- Jasmine cuts him off quickly and begins talking to her father-in-law. Jasmine: Hey Mr.Mortale. It’s been a very long time. How have you been. Terry Sr: Shitty..... Maximus: Great to hear, you always were a piece of shit anyway. Jasmine: Terry......That’s your father. Terry Sr: No, it’s okay. I know “Maximus” has a few things to get off of his chest. I can’t wait to hear what he has to say too. With Jasmine standing in between them, Maximus and his father just stare at each other. Terry Sr looks at his son just like he’s just another normal person. Maximus looks at his father with rage, anger, and hate. Then Maximus’s mom walks inside of the house, with her grandchildren standing at her side. She suddenly notices the tension in the room as she watches her son and husband stare at each other. Jasmine: This is going to be a long evening. Mom: Tell me about it. V. The Gates of Dementia No need to sit and worry folks. Maximus is still here and he’s ready to keep this ball rolling. It’s not going to stop until I say so. Where do I begin? I mean I haven’t had a match in two weeks. Then those douchebag Ryan Brothers quit, taking half of the roster with them. I mean, not like anyone else really cared about them, but still, they left. Then you have this “feud” between Hawaiian Hardhead and I. Now I have this Fran Damage guy to deal with now. But to make things all better I have match this week. Not just any regular match. I’m going to be in a triple threat match. Going up against QC Thug and Rage. I guess Fran thought these guys were the best that Impact had to offer. I mean, he could’ve chose Kevin Jewert.....but then again, that is not so great either. Neither is QC Thug and Rage. Well to my knowledge they aren’t. Just my opinion, no big deal. So I have to face those two in order to get to Hawaiian Hardhead at Zero Tolerance, basically this match is for the Number One Contendership for the Hart Championship. Just making sure that those of you who aren’t up to current events on Impact, I’m just trying to let you know what’s going on. Well, mainly around me. It’s kind of hard where to start. But starting is always the hardest thing to do isn’t it? To me it is. Maybe not for the rest of you. Everyone is different, but most of us share similarities. Just don’t know where to begin, can’t seem pin point of who I’m going to start bashing first. Look at all of the people I’m dealing with here. Fran is a coward, Hardhead is just another dumb muscle with the IQ of a vicious pineapple. It doesn’t say much, but that’s who he is. Then you have QC Thug and Rage. Very incompetent wrestlers, once again, my opinion. Well here goes nothing....... I’ve only been back for about what.....2 weeks now? And already, I’m chasing down this ugly Hawaiian guy, who somehow managed to win the Hart title, at the last Pay Per View. Defeating two men from the “Elite” brand of the XWF. I mean at first I was commending Hawaiian Hardhead on a job well done for winning the belt. But all of that changed once I laid my eyes upon him. Looking at him and seeing how unworthy he was of being called a “champion”. Then having the nerve to change it’s name. Like he’s some kind of god or something. But the moment I first met with Hardhead, it was a real sad case. First off, he let James Raven get the best of. Then the way how I approached him right afterwards was very disrespectful. I know it was, but I don’t give a shit. The guy basically stood there and let me grab his championship out of his hand. It only just showed me how great the Impact roster really was. Cause when you look at the championships according to prestige. The Hart Championship is actually the richest prize on Impact right now. Deeming Hardhead as the best on Impact right now. Yet, Krazzy Kidd was the Xtreme Champion and Tag Team Champion, along with James Raven holding the other half, and he was also the Phoenix championship as well. Regardless as to how many titles those men were holding, if it wasn’t the World title, then they have nothing else to prove that they are the best on Impact. Yet, after every second that went by, Hardhead manages to get disrespected by every man, woman, child that walks by him. Then to have me come around and attack him twice, it only makes everything worse on his behalf. It’s just a shame how the XWF let a piece of shit like him hold onto the Hart championship. It sucks to see to a “champion” get treated this way. Something has to be done about this. Oh, wait! Something is being done about this. Thanks to the new General Manager of Impact, Fran Damage, another idiot I might add. Thanks to him, I’m getting my opportunity to take the Hart Championship away from Hawaiian Hardhead at Zero Tolerance. That miserable piece of shit doesn’t know what it’s like to be a champion. Hell he should know that there are going to guys coming after you and try to take away “your” title. New guys, veterans, legends, hell maybe that jerk off Jon Brown could come back and take the belt if he wants to. All I’m saying is, you need to be prepared for challengers from all shapes and sizes, with different backgrounds, and different agendas. It doesn’t seem that Hardhead was ready for it at all. We have had three encounters thus far, and the fourth one is going to be us at Zero Tolerance, and yet it seems as if you were ready for it. So it just I successfully made it look like you are an unworthy champion. You have no place at being on the top of the Impact roster. Cause how could you let me, any man for that matter, get the best of you in any event. It’s pathetic, it’s sad, and it shows weakness. So defeating you for the Hart title Hardhead is going to be an easy task. I guarantee that. Before I’m able to get to the Hart champion. I have to go through two men, as I mentioned before. Those two men are QC Thug and Rage. Now I don’t much about these two, but I’m very interested to find out. But it’s looks as if one out of the two is very interested in me. And I have to say that I’m flattered for the recognition. The other guy doesn’t seem to care at all that he’s in match this Saturday. Sure he’s said a few nice words to make us feel important, but that man is missing the big picture. I’ll mention his name in few minutes, but it just seems that everyone I’ve stepped in the ring with has always had their minds focus on something entirely different that what they are suppose to be focused on. It really pisses me to see that. I can’t go back and name every guy who’s done this, but I know for a fact that Chris Cage did it. Only for a short while, then I got his attention. Point being was that once he did begin to focus on me and winning the Hart title, by then it was too late. But that was then, this is now. I guess the more new guys that come in, the less focus they have on actually winning a match. Of course they want to be at the top. But they lack intensity, a strong mind set, and most importantly, skills and talent. I obviously know what I’m getting myself into. No point in denying that Fran is a better at booking matches than Jon is. At least I’m getting decent opponents in this company. Hopefully I can get more in the near future. Hopefully I can get better opponents, who knows!? But as of right now, before I can get to Hawaiian Hardhead, before I can take back the Hart Championship, I have to take out QC Thug and Rage all by myself. Going into any wrestling match, you can’t take it lightly. You have to worry about injuries, and botches, that can be cause by your opponent. In my case two opponents. That’s why I always take my opponents seriously, no matter how good or how terrible they are. Now Romeo Miller wasn’t very good at all. I defeated him less than five minute. Not very happy about that, but I have no other choice but to move on. Since I have Rage and Thug on my mind right now, I have no other choice but to take in consideration that, if I fail to win this match, then my efforts on getting to Hardhead meant nothing for these past two weeks. And I’m not about to let that happen. So even though QC Thug would rather pay attention to guns, street whores. I would rather have my undivided attention on this match. It sucks to hear that this guy once was the Hart Champion at some point in time. If he really was, then I wouldn’t know. I wasn’t here to take it from him. Even if he really was, I guess the company was really going through hard times. Who in there right mind would lose to a guy like QC Thug? I do mean to offend him, it will actually get him pissed off. A non talented, stale ring performing, thug wannabe was actually Hart Champion? I guess Hardhead isn’t so bad after all. This just shows why the Hart Champions are never respected here. You let a guy who thinks living the “Thug” life is cool. Then have him come into a professional environment and have some substantial amount of success as the Hart Champion. Are you fucking kidding me? I refuse to have this man come on top and be victorious this Saturday. No way at all. That’s why I just can’t take this match lightly. I’m trying to sound cocky but, a man with my flawless skill and talent should not and could not lose in a fair match against QC Thug. From what I’ve seen from him in the ring, there’s nothing impressive to talk about. He’s decent, but nothing to call home to mom about. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not “looking over” him. I’m just stating the facts. If I was “looking over” him, then I wouldn’t even mention his name. He would have any kind of importance to me. He is a threat how ever. He can pull a trick or two from under his bullet-proof vest and sneak a victory. And I can’t allow that to happen either. I’m going to be on toes in this match, as I am with every match. If it turns out that it was an easy victory, then so be it. But if it was hard fought match, then QC Thug will be commended. I doubt it, but you never know what could happen. Who knew The Damned was Hardcore Smitty? Hardcore Smitty did. And who is going to be surprised if QC Thug manages to get one over me? I know for sure that I will. So QC Thug has a lot to be prepared for this Saturday. Cause I know I’m going to give a lot. 100 percent, the moment the bell rings and the moment when someone’s hand is being raised. I can only give 100 percent every time I do step in the ring. Why wouldn’t anyone else? Everyone wants to be a success, and everyone wants to be on top. QC Thug isn’t though. He’d rather be focus being the “Biggest Boss” on Impact. Real original I must say. I’m going to pretend that Rick Ross never came to existence and used that as a song title. Well, QC Thug can be the “Boss” on Impact. I would rather be the best wrestler. Not just on Impact, but in the XWF entirely. But since I’m on Impact, the only way I prove to every one that I am the best. I have to become the Hart Champion. And QC Thug, you’re just one of the men standing in my way for reaching my goal. So I have no other choice but to make you move out of my way. That, in which I have up most confidence in, I will do successfully. But you’re not the only man standing in my QC Thug. In this we also have Rage as well. Another great original name I must say. But hey, I’m not the one hiring these scumbags. Just another man who wants to prove himself, that he’s worth a damn, to the world of professional wrestling. I have no problem with that at all. Hell, I’m still trying to prove myself as well. I have a lot to show to everyone, and I’m guessing Rage does too. I’m very excited to see this. Finally an opponent who wants to actually win. Someone who is focused on the big picture, and the bigger picture as well. It seems as if me and Rage or going to have a good bout this Saturday, with that other guy as well. This is all I’ve been asking for. Someone who wants it as bad as I do. But enough about commending Rage. It seems he wants to this very bad. I can’t blame him. Since you’re a wrestler on Impact, you’re already being looked down upon by the “superior” wrestlers on the “top” brand. So to be the number one man on Impact is going to mean a lot. But it’s disappointing also, because I want the same thing as well. I want it more than Rage and QC Thug combined. I won’t sit back and let these two get over on me, and go for what I’ve been after ever since my return. I can’t let this “comeback” be in vain either. I have no other choice but to win. If taking this match seriously is what it’s going to take, then so be it. Others probably wouldn’t, but then they would lose in a flash. I can’t underestimate these guys. Especially Rage, since the way he’s been talking about me. Making me feel special. Actually taking notice of the real competition. I could respect that. But that also means I have to be more cautious of you more than the gang banger. Rage has taken notice of me, and that’s great to know. Not many idiots do that. That just means I have something to really looking forward to. He talks a big game too. Hopefully he can back it up. He wants to start a “war”, so I guess he’s already lost. I’ve did the whole “start a war” shenanigan. It doesn’t really work. Going out there and being hardcore, or “Xtreme”, since we’re in the XWF, doesn’t take you very far. Sure you might be as great as Krazzy Kidd, doesn’t really say much, but that’s how far you’re going to get if you want to be “hardcore”. I have no need for that. I can do it without a problem. A good quarter of my career has been based on being a blood thirsty, glass sheet breaking, fire table slamming, lead pip hitting, chair shot giving, street fighting son of a bitch that I just no longer find interesting. Not many people are remembered for doing that shit all the time. Chad is the only person who comes to my mind when the words “Xtreme” or “hardcore” reach the surface. You, Rage, don’t. You can bring the war, QC Thug can bring his guns, I can bring my skills, and we’ll see how all of it adds up. And for someone who’s never been in the ring with me, you have no right to open your mouth, the way your doing. You might think it’s the right thing to do. You might try to justify it with your tactics, but it won’t do any good. So you can bring your “Power. Savagery. Precision”. You go on ahead and do that Rage, because I can take all that you can possibly throw. Throw your hardest when I’m not even paying attention. That will make it all better for you. Either way, no matter what you do. I can take it. The problem is, will it help you win? I doubt it will. But you just keep those high hopes that you have with you. It will get you somewhere, but it’s going to get you nowhere this Saturday, this is something that I’m promising you. So you can bring your “Power. Savagery. Precision”, and tell you what I’m going to bring. Hell, I’ll bring something better. I’ll bring versatility, masterfulness, and competence at it’s best. I’m sure that it will be more than what you have to offer. That I promise you. But thanks for being kind enough to pay attention to what to what you ought to be paying attention to. It makes me happy to see that it will come down to a decent outcome, me victorious, but nonetheless, a decent outcome. So I’ll be prepared for your “war”. And I’ll be prepared for whatever QC Thug has to give too, whether it would be a bullet, or a hooker’s used tampon. Either way, my preparation and confidence will give me the right to beat the crap out of Hawaiian Hardhead at Zero Tolerance. My preparation and confidence will also hoist me to victory this Saturday on Impact. I’ll see you there........ |