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VII. Invictus Theory Invictus = (Latin) Unconquered Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever Gods may be For my unconquerable soul Throughout my whole life, I was never really a favorable person amongst my peers and my family members. Throughout my entire life, I’ve been ridiculed, ignored, put down, let down, double-crossed, lied to, and abuse. Mentally and emotionally. Basically, I’ve been disrespected in every way possible. So how does one cope with that his entire life? Being able to take such punishment for every single person that he has met throughout his entire life? My thing is, I just do. All of the harmful and evil things that have been done to me throughout my life have never really taken it’s toll on me. I’ve always been able to brush things off. Or to just them go, and throw in the back of my mind. Basically, those people who were doing the damage, or think they were doing some kind of damage, were never really doing anything at all. I’ve always been person who never let things bother him very much. No matter what it was, and no matter how crucial the effect’s may be. I’ve always been a person who never let it destroy me on the inside. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right? Guess I’ve been a strong son of a bitch from the moment I was born. From what I’ve been told from my mom, when I was a baby. She said I would never cry when my asshole father would just come over and take the bottle out of my mouth when she would be feeding me. he would be drunk, but still. The point is, I know a lot of babies do cry when they are not being fed. But that’s just a tiny little example. I’ll give you a better one later. But, moving on. There have been people who have tried to manipulate me, and force me to do things I didn’t want to do. Then would be angry when I refused to join in on their plans or ideas. I would either be physically provoked, or called names. When physically provoked, that really was the easiest thing to dust off my shoulders, cause I would be wiping blood off of my knuckles at the same time. The name calling, I just thought was pathetic. They say that words can never hurt you. But in reality, it always does. Not me though. I’ve seen people get put down by words of discouragement. And I’ve also seen people turn around and change their minds on what they thought was wrong. Just because of a little thing called manipulation. My stomach would turn in disgust, after I would see an event like that. Because not many people can handle being called names, or can handle being talked about. All because of something they decided they didn’t want to do. It will build up anger, because of their shame or embarrassment. Then they would do whatever it was that they said they weren’t going to do, due to the fact that simple words were being directed at them. It’s unnecessary, but it’s always done. It has happened to a lot of people around the world. It’s happened to me. And I can honestly say that I have never once succumbed to pettiness like that. Those who have, I deem them as weak-spirited people. And I refuse to associate myself around them. There are very few, who stay true to themselves, and who are similar to me. Those are the people who I allow myself to be around. So that means that isn’t a large number. But the weak do make interesting conversation sometimes. Just for my entertainment. But they are never in my life for a very long time. I just move along like I always do. Moving on is an easy thing for me. For those who find it hard to move on....well, I don’t really need to say it again. You should get the picture by now. But what you leave behind might be the hardest thing. Depending on what it is though. As you move along, you’ll continue to encounter people who will try to bring you down, because they have nothing better else to do. You, as a person, have to look inside yourself and realize what ever it is that they are trying to coax you to do, ask yourself a few simple questions. Ask yourself, is this what I feel right doing as a person? And, how is this going to effect me? Finding the right answer is up to you. I think I’ve done a good job answering those questions throughout my life. For those who haven’t even taken the time to think, have suffered terrible consequences. Not a good sight from what I seen. A lot of damage can be done by a simple thing. There just aren’t a lot of strong people who can go on and handle such matters. The world is filled with more complex problems. I would rather have my problems be simple, and easy to deal with in a matter of seconds, rather than the next ten years. Not a lot of people can do things like that. A lot of people can’t really tie their own shoes. But, the basic point I’m trying to make here, is that I only look at myself in the mirror everyday and thank myself for being who I am. If you want to say, things like asshole, introvert, and sarcastic, by all means do so. But what I have to thanks myself and the powers that be, is the fact that I am a man who can stand on his own, and that no one in this world can never bring me down. No matter what it is, no matter what happens, I can never be taken down......... I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of Chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. I have been in many fights in my life. I’ve won some, I’ve lost some, but I’ve always lived to see another day. A lot of times the odds have been against me. I’ve always prevailed one way or another, and I’ve never ceased to amaze myself about how I walk out of the situation still stable, and clear headed. For an example. When I was working back at the American Wrestling Federation, AWF to shorten things out. I was booked in a Fatal Four way match at the first Pay Per View that I was going to be apart of. Now if you remember me talking you last time, I know I said that this place had a lot of bullshit politics running about. Well, my first Pay Per View, my match was about to begin. I was excited, I was ready, and knew I had this match won. I was wrong however. And I guess that the owner, at the time, thought that it would be a good idea to send two really large, strong men out there to sabotage my match. That’s something I won’t forget. The men, who’s ring names were Louie Funk and Blackhearted, were very close to the owner at the time. Blackhearted was the owners nephew, and Louie Funk was in fact Blackhearted’s real life best friend. They grew up together, played on their high school varsity football team together, lifted weights together, sucked off transvestites together, all of that. The were both linebackers, so they were fucking huge. They also didn’t have too much knowledge about wrestling, and their skills were atrocious. So being that Blackhearted had his uncle to just give him a spot, and shove him and his friend Louie down the fans throats, to put them over as top heels, which worked, went very well as they attacked me and the other competitors of that match. Of course they didn’t know that they had to fully have a hold on my body, and make sure that I don’t land straight on my neck, when you deliver a powerbomb. Especially through a table. “My head was bloody, but unbowed”, as angry as I was, I didn’t quit the company. The other guys asked for their releases the moment they got out of the hospital. Me however, I wanted to get even. And I did. Even though I should’ve quit the company. But that wasn’t going to prove anything. I could’ve just went to Jake, yea that was the owner at the time, and beat the crap out of him, then left the company. I should’ve packed my bags with Justin and left also. We always planned on it, but never acted. But I did act. I got back at Louie and beat the hell out of him with anything that I could find. I loved doing it too. It started to help build my urge to just attack people, which helps as to why I my attacks on Hawaiian Hardhead have been successful. But yea, Louie was down and out and our feud was kicked into gear. That’s because Jake wanted to keep things that way. I didn’t have to obey, because either way Jake would’ve let those two get away with murder. And they way how I was feeling towards the company, they would’ve killed me. But nonetheless, we had our matches, they were booked to get over and they did. As time went on, new owners came, I became world champion, and forget about being booked to win, I took pleasure at beating the crap out of both them when the time came. But life has moved on past that, and so have I.... Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find me, unafraid. When I was a young teenager attending high school. I was a very outstanding student. Not trying to brag here, but I was. At school and I was on the honor roll, but at home it didn’t seem like anyone ever cared. I would never get allowance from my parents, because they either had bills to pay, or my dad decided to waste his money on alcohol. So I had no other choice but to rob kids who got everything they wanted from their parents. It’s not like the teachers would believe them when they went and ratted me out. I was already an honor student, and I never was the one to get in trouble a lot. So when I would commit to theft, I always got away with it. I would get a lot of cash from those kids, and many materialistic things that I wanted for my pleasure and entertainment. I did this all because I had no choice. No one wanted to give me a job, I was surrounded by crooks and thieves in my family, so it was the only that I knew. And besides from wrestling, I was a natural at that as well. I would pick pocket you or put on a mask and rob you with a very sharp army knife. Oh man, the things that I got from doing that. And the looks on those guys faces when I pulled my knife out on them. I loved it and I wanted to keep doing it, which I did. As time went one, I continued to mug people, and I also continue to excel as a scholar at school. How was it possible? I guess you can’t help it when you’re that talented. I graduate from high school with honors. But I had no money to go to college. And my came up with the bright idea to have me pay $500 a month for rent. Now it didn’t take long for me to figure out what I needed to do. And I did it. I started using guns by now. And I was a sensational mugger too. It kept my dad’s mouth shut, and it made my mom suspicious, but I did what I had to do. All in all, I was living a dark life. I meddling with drug dealers, and arms dealers. Mafia bosses and hitmen as well. Most men who step into the presence of these men would shit their pants. I wasn’t. Usually when the going gets tough, the tough get’s going. And everything was getting deeper, and darker, then most men can handle. when you have no intentions to kill people, and when you pull the trigger for the first time in your life, fatally wounding someone, you panic. You run and hide, deciding to leave this lifestyle behind you. Actually took that man, that I shot, to the hospital. I still took his money, but he was alive. I continued to rob more people later that night. I even had someone retaliate and put their gun in my face. Yet I still held my composure, fought him off, and took my prize. I was in there. Never afraid of what was going to happen to me within the next hour or two. I broke many laws, I hurt a lot a people, I took precious and valuable items away. I had men gunning for my head, and dangerous people out to kill me. Yet, I still wasn’t afraid...... How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate I am the captain of my soul.......... ...........Then my life took a strange turn. While out doing my “job”. I was caught in the act by the police. I ran as fast as I could. God also gave me good legs, because I got away from them. I knew that I had to change my life after that event. With all of the things that I’ve was doing at that time, I knew that two things was bound to happen. It was either jail or death. Not like anyone cared what happened to me. But I decided I didn’t want neither one of those things happening to me. I managed to meet with an old freestyle wrestler by the name of Joe Pichkur. He lived around Middle Village, and was someone I really took a liking to. He was sarcastic, blunt, and mean. Just like me. He helped me realize that my fate and my destiny. The moment he began training me on the mat, I knew that becoming a wrestler was my destiny. I helped me take grasp of it, and helped me to become who I am as a wrestler. With his help, he let me know that I was in full control of what I needed to do in my life. I control me and only me. I’m the one who decides what I choose to do. And whatever the case may be, I will always be the man I am on the inside. No matter what it is I choose to do. Not matter what I have to accomplish, no one can or will stop me from reaching it. I am what I say I am. I am Invictus...... VIII. Honor Thy Father May 11th, 2008 8:36 PM Middle Village, Queens, NY Since the hours have gone by, my father and I were still having our little bitch fits with each other. I must say, he did get the best of me when I first arrive. And he likes doing it to. He just wants me to hit him so he could sue me. Yes, he will sue his own children. I hate to admit it but, only him and my wife Jasmine are the only two people in this world who can make me get angry. Everyone else in my family, my friends, my peers and associates, can’t even get me to retort any negative response that they throw at me. Nope, but this asshole can. I don’t understand why though. The man who I hate the most, and the only woman who was able to capture my heart, can turn me around and have me resort to irrationality. Forcing me to say things that I don’t mean. Well, only for Jasmine. My dad on the other, I do mean every word that comes out of my mouth that directly attacks his pride, ego, and emotions. And it works too. Sure I got my blunt, straightforward, and laid back personality from him. But deep down he’s an emotional head case too. Worse than my mom really. The only difference between me and him, is that I don’t really let things bother me. He’s more opinionated, narrow-minded, antagonistic, and flamboyant. That’s how my brothers are also. I just refuse to stay here at this house and let him get the best of me in front of my wife a children. Jasmine already know how he is. My son Cory doesn’t. I don’t want him to get to close and personal with my son. If he does anything that will hurt my boy in anyway possible, then he and I will really have a problem. My son has my traits also, but he also carries the same emotional traits as his mother, who’s very emotional. And when my family first met Jasmine, we were about 9 or 10 years of age. So nothing dramatic never really happened. We were just friends then. I was still in love with her, but nothing happened yet. Started dating on and off since junior year of high school. One thing I do remember was that, he was being himself, drunk, and began to harass Jasmine while she was over at my home keeping me company. Not sexual harassment. Just started throwing racial slurs, she’s Cuban by the way, and sexist comments, that she took out of respect for my home and family. I punched him in the face for that, but she forgave him. She’s a forgiving person, but she didn’t forget it. Which is why she’s not really getting on my case for being an asshole towards him. Which is fine with me. We’re still at my old home in Middle Village, enjoying a decent family dinner. My brother and sisters showed up two hours ago. So all 9 of us are here. My brothers Andre, Marcus, Anthony, Shane, and Michael. Andre is the oldest boy. He was the main one who use to torture me when I was growing up. He took pleasure in doing so too. Also had Marcus and Anthony join in on the fun. He became a teenager, he was the only one who actually got into trouble with the law. In and out of prison, selling drugs, all of the things that a misfit would do. I’m not too sure what he’s really doing now with his life. All I know is that he’s still involved in that kind of lifestyle. He’s the main reason why the house is in the condition that it’s in. He has the money for it. Now he’s just smart enough not to get caught with whatever he’s doing. All I know is, he has 3 kids, all boys. All three were born out of wedlock. They’re not present here tonight. Then there’s Marcus and Anthony. They’re twins. Both, who I might say, had great opportunities to live great lives. Both of them were athletes growing up. Marcus was a football player, and Anthony was a basketball player. Because of the both of them, I’m very good at both sports. But they followed Andre around, a lot. That’s the oldest brother. So he had a lot of influence on them. Convinced both of them to start selling drugs with him and his friends. They did so, while still maintaining they’re great athleticism and talents. Unlike Andre though, they left that lifestyle once they both lost scholarships to go to college. They both served time in jail, different sentences. They both managed to change their lives around. Marcus was able to get a job as a construction worker, like our father. Anthony was able to go to college and now he’s a gym teacher and head coach of the basketball team, at a high school in Brooklyn. Marcus lives the bachelor life, and plans on keeping it that way. Anthony married his highschool sweetheart,, Veronica. Happily married with two children. They’re both here tonight. Shane and Michael are the youngest boys in the family. Both born a year apart from each other. Shane being the older one. But if there was anyone who was neglected by our father as much as I was, then it would be Shane. Michael is my dad’s favorite. The only one who was spoiled rotten out of everyone. Shane can’t stand, to this very day. Even though, while growing up, he and Michael were always together. Just don’t understand as to why they don’t really talk much now. They both looked up to Marcus and Anthony. Both began playing sports, Michael more than Shane. Shane followed in Andre’s footsteps. Michael actually got his scholarship and went to college. Just got drafted to the NFL. Shane has been with Andre ever since he dropped out of high school. They’re boh here tonight as well. My sisters, Lisa, Zoey, and Alyssa have all grown up to live okay lives. Lisa, the oldest, is a divorced woman. Her husband was an abusive drunk. Just like our father. She has one son and they don’t live to far from here. Then Zoey and Alyssa, the youngest two. Zoey just graduated from high school, while Alyssa is still in high school, living at home with my parents. Everyone is here tonight. All because our mother wants us here. We all can’t get along. All of us can’t be in the same room together for more than ten minutes without us jumping out of our seats and getting into an argument. But all because of our mother, we are here, and we’re trying to act like civil siblings who can co-excise with each other until the night is over. We have our differences, and we always let our opinions be known to whoever it is we have problems with. But we do have one thing in common though. Except for Michael really. We all hate our father more than anything else........ Now everyone is seen in the dining room, sitting at a very long and huge dining room table. Terry Sr. Is seen sitting at one end of the table. While his wife, Anna, is sitting at the other end. All of their children, along with their spouses and their children, are sitting at the table, facing each other on both sides of the table. Ironically, each sibling is sitting according to the age. Lisa, and her son, Andre, Marcus, Anthony and his wife and children are sitting on the left side. On the right, Maximus, sitting with Jasmine, Estella is sitting on Jasmine’s lap, and Cory. Then Shane, Michael, Zoey, and Alyssa, sitting on the right side of the table. Everyone is quiet, very quiet, enjoying the meals that was cooked by the daughters, and spouses of Anna Mortale’s sons. Terry Sr then looks around the tables and starts laughing to himself. The oldest brother, Andre, responds immediately. Andre: What the hell is so damn funny? He scratches his long beard. He looks like Maximus, but with more scares on his face, and a short hair cut. Terry Sr: Nothing at all, just a little weird to see all of you sitting here right now. A man can’t laugh in his own dinning room? Andre: Just wondering to see if any smart ass comments were coming soon. That’s all. Terry Sr: Don’t worry about anything. If anything it wouldn’t directed towards you. Everyone already knows what a piece of shit you are. Andre: You mother fucker! Andre then slams his fork onto the table. Marcus then grabs his arm th e moment he tries to get up. He also has shirt hair and a long scruffy beard. Marcus: Don’t do it. You said you weren’t going to do anything. We made a deal. Andre then calmly sits back down. Terry Sr then looks over at Marcus now. Terry Sr: What deal was that Marc? Who can sell the most eight-balls by the end of this week? Marcus: If Anthony, Andre, Shane or myself punch you in the face. Then we each owe Michael $200 bucks each. Terry Sr then looks over to Michael. Who looks up from his plate to see everyone at the table look at him. He looks more like his mother and sisters than his father and brother. He has short hair as well. Just that he use gel to spike his hair. He looks more like a pretty boy, rather than an athlete. Michael: What? It was Shane’s idea. Shane then looks up from his plate too. The same spiked hair, but very little facial hair. He looks up and looks back at his father. Then looks back down and continues eating. Terry Sr, then looks back at Michael. Terry Sr: Why wasn’t I in on this bet? You know how much I love pestering you little fucks. Veronica, Anthony’s wife, then interrupts. Veronica: Excuse me, don’t you see that there are children at the table? Terry Sr: Mind your business bitch, can't you see I’m talking. Anthony, who’s identical to Marcus, cuts in. Anthony: Don’t talk to my wife like that douchebag! Veronica: Anthony! Not in front of the kids. Terry Sr: That’s right Anthony, be a pussy and let your wife tell you what to do. If you had any balls, then you would go ahead and strike me right now. Lisa suddenly cuts in, who’s obviously had enough. Lisa: Okay what the fu- I mean, what the hell!! You trying to get in on this bet too!? So you can share the earnings with Michael, who’s your loyal little pompous bitch! Michael: Hey! Don’t talk about me like that! Don’t get mad at because your just a another dumb old bitch, who has nothing better else to do with er life than to drink box of wine all day long! Lisa, then looks over at Michael with rage. Lisa: How dare you! She then picks up her plate, and then throws it towards Michael’s head. Who ducks, and the plate smashes against the wall. Lisa: How dare you talk to me like that in front of my son! Michael: The boy is a bastard child anyway! Who’s his father again!? Terry Sr begins to laugh hysterically. Anna then looks up towards Terry Sr from all the way across the table. Anna: Smettete di ridere ora ..... She spoke in Italian. Terry Sr stops automatically. Then Anna looks over to her youngest daughters, who look like younger versions of her. Anna: Lisa, you go into the kitchen, and calm down. Zoey, you go in there with her and Alyssa, you go and get something to clean this mess up. All three girls get up and do as they are told. Anna then get’s up from the table and looks at her grandchildren. And then starts speaking in a cheerful tone. Anna: You guys want to go inside the living room and watch cartoons on Grandma’s big TV!? All in Unison: Yea! Terry Sr: Your big TV!? Anna’s tone get's deeper and darker. Anna: Yes, my TV. Cory, grab your sister and let’s go. Cory does what he’s told. He picks up Estella and follows his Grandmother and cousins into the living room. Anthony then looks over towards his father. Alyssa then comes out of the kitchen and begins cleaning up the mess that was just made. Anthony: What the hell is wrong with you? Terry Sr: What? Anthony: Do you always have to ruin everything? Here we are, all of us mind you, then you just have to go and start something with Andre. Terry Sr: You guys are the ones that made a “deal”. Just thought I be apart of it. Marcus: You don’t get it do you. You never do. Terry Sr: Get what? That I’m the man that raised all you worthless, good for nothing, unappreciative, scoundrels!!? And yet the only time you come around here is for Mother’s Day, just to see that bitch, and all of a sudden I get a fucking price on my head!? You are the worse children ever. Jasmine then steps into the fight for the first time. Maximus, who hasn’t said anything up to this point, is still eating his food. Jasmine: Maybe they wouldn’t be like this towards you if, you haven’t been such a terrible father to them in the first place. You can’t get mad at them for trying to do something nice for their mother, who has been great to them no matter what, and an idiot like you just don't seem to get that. Veronica: Well said Jasmine! Terry Sr starts laughing at the both of them. Then he looks at both Anthony and Maximus. Terry Sr: You two dumb bitches don’t know shit about my boys. Yet your both sucking their cocks every night!! You’re both just as stupid as they are. Stupid sluts....... *WACK* Out of nowhere Maximus, who was actually sitting next to Terry Sr, and catches him with a right hand straight to the jaw. Terry Sr, then falls out of his seat. All of brothers then looks over at Maximus with shock. Alyssa, who finally finished cleaning up looks over to Maximus. Shane actually speaks for the first time. Shane: Terry! What the hell man! Now we have to pay Michael $200 each! Maximus then gives Shane a dirty look. Then looks at Andre who’s standing across from him. Maximus: First of all, I’m not paying Michael a damn thing. One, because I’m just not going to. Two, I wasn’t part of this deal that the rest of you had agreed upon. Third, and last, that bastard deserved it. Anthony: Lucky you got to him before I did. Maximus: Shut the fuck up. You weren’t going to touch him. You were going to let a bet come between him insulting your wife, and paying up to this piece of shit over here! Michael: Don-don-don’t talk about me lik-lik-lik-like that! Maximus: Shut up, you studdering bitch, before I make you talk properly again. Now sit the fuck down, and let the grown folks talk! Michael then sits down quietly. Then Maximus looks back over to Anthony. Maximus: Incase you assholes haven’t forgot, I don’t play these fucking games anymore. I’ll let him talk to me or anyone of you that way, but not Jasmine. Seems like you have a problem with that. Anthony: No, not at all. You’re absolutely right bro. Maximus: I didn’t even want to come here tonight anyway. Now you guys can stay here if you want to. I’m just going to go the fuck home and continue living my life, acting as if I was never apart of this family. Just as Maximus walks away from the table, Jasmine stops him. Jasmine: Listen, you didn’t have to strike him like that. Maximus: I had every right to. Shane: No really, he did. Marcus: Shane, shut up! Shane: No you, shut up! Terry had the right to do it. If it was my wife he was talking about I would’ve done the same thing. The man thinks he can always go around a disrespect people. Lisa and Zoey walk back into the dining room. Lisa has a knife in one hand, while Zoey is holding back the other. Then she stops when she see’s her fathers body on the floor. Lisa: Who did this? Andre: Terry...... Lisa: Alright, great job. I knew you coming back would do some good. Maximus: What’s that suppose to mean? Lisa: Just take the damn compliment. Maximus: Great, I’m taking it. Now I’m leaving. I’ll see you guys whenever. Maximus attempts to walk away from the table again, Andre begins to speak. Andre: Wait Terry. I understand why you don’t want to really see us. We’re all just like him in a way. Because of dad, our lives have turned out shitty for the most part. Except for you. You turned out to be just fine. Michael: What about me! I’m in the NFL! Anthony:: You’re also a faggot. But you don’t rally matter anyway. Andre: You see, that’s what I’m talking about. That’s him inside of all of us. The way how he treated us, that’s how we treat each other. I say we stop it. Cool? All of them around the table nod except for Maximus. Marcus: Well.....T.J? Maximus: No, and I told you to stop calling me that. Shane: There he goes, being a hard ass as always! Maximus: And I’ll continue to be one! Now this is what’s going to happen. Since you guys are my siblings, I will tolerate you guys, just for tonight for the sake of Ma. After this, I can careless what you guys do with yourselves. Jasmine: Terry, don’t....they’re your family...... Maximus: I know who they are. And I hope they would accept my decision. Now if you all will excuse me, I have to say bye to ma. I’ll see you around...... Maximus then walks out of the dining and into the living room. He picks up his daughter. Then he gives his mom a kiss on the cheek. He then looks at Cory, who knows that it’s time to leave. He meets Jasmine at the door. He then looks back at his mom, who has tears running down her cheeks now. He then turns back around and exits the house.......... IX. Champion at Hart I remember when I first stepped foot into the XWF. Vaguely actually. But I still remember some parts of it. I can remember when I first came in, I was booked in a dark match on Massacre, basically as a try-out match. Jon just called me on the phone and told me to fly out to the arena. I really had no money that time, because I was going from company to company every single month. So all I really had was $367.83. I was only able to afford a one way ticket, and no way of getting back home. I knew Jon was going to pay me for just showing up, that much I knew. I didn’t know that he was going to pay me a whole lot more than what I expected. And that was after I won the match. He spoke to me and told me he was going to give me a full time deal. I was going to be on the payroll now, and he was looking forward to seeing me work for the company now. I was somewhat excited, but all in all, I had a feeling I wasn’t going to be going all the way here in the company. I did know, that Jon wasn’t going to give me a shot at the World Championship on my first “real” day on the job. And this company had many championship belts. I was so surprised when I found out that there about 7 or 8, close to 10 I know for sure, championships in this company that was up for grabs. There was, and always will be, Xtreme Championship, the Hart Championship, the Cruiserweight Championship, the Tag Team Championship, the Canadian Championship, the Women’s Championship, the World Championship, and of corse, the Universal Championship. I mean, what other company has a title that is more prestigious than the World Championship? I never been anywhere else that has done this. So I was more than amazed than to find out that you can go above and beyond the World Championship. I mean really, I couldn’t wait to start working for this company. And when I did, I was slightly disappointed. Confused, actually. I didn’t know which championship I wanted to go after. Because in order to have any kind of “status” in the XWF, you have to hold some gold. I didn’t really want o jump the gun and head for the World championship division. Even I felt I needed to be there, but it wouldn’t have looked right, in my opinion. So the only titles I was really eligible to go after, I use eligible because I was new, was the Hart Championship and the Xtreme Championship. That going after one would solidify my status as a legit player here in the XWF. I needed to do that. I had no other choice but to. I just didn’t know which one I want to go after. So I went and spoke to Jon shortly after. I needed advice, and he told me that the Hart Championship would be more suitable for me. I took his word for it. And that was what I set out to do from my early days here in the XWF, and that was to get my hands on the Hart Championship.......... And that’s what I did. I don’t fully remember this guy’s name, but if memory serves me correct, I think the Hart Champion at the time was Alex Hawk, or Axel Hawk. Something like that. But however, I didn’t care who the champion was, I just knew that I was going to get it. And I wasn’t going to let anyone stop me. Not even the champ himself. I wasn’t really impressed with the guy’s abilities as a wrestler. I didn’t like his qualities as a champion. Hell, I didn’t even like his overall appearance. So going after the Hart championship was going to be triple times the fun. What made everything seems all better, was that I knew that I was a better wrestler than him. His whole get up was “punk-rocker”, so I knew he was strictly here for entertainment, as oppose to actual skill and talent. Which I had, and got way better at since then. So I knew that beating him was going to be easy as well. So I planned out a simple strategy, that still works to this very day. And that was to simply get his attention and to know that I was here to take his championship, which was going to become mine, away from him. And it’s funny, because from what I remember, when I did get his attention, he actually took notice to me too. In a way I felt flattered. At the same token, it just wasn’t enough. I had to hold the gold, and that was all that mattered. And it was the only thing that I cared about. It made for a lovely feud, but being that this was the XWF I’m talking about, it didn’t really last long. Actually, my match Alex or Axel, never really happened. Caused it turns out that I wasn’t the only newcomer to the XWF. And one out of these two men, who I actually remember, did stop me. But his efforts did not come undone, because he went on to be a big star in the XWF. Actually both guys. I was surprised back then how I let this one guy get over on me and advance to take what I hand claimed the moment I walked through the doors of the XWF. I was disappointed, and angry. I tried to blame Jon, but I had no one else to blame but myself. And also this guy was better than me at the time, I’m not too sure about now, but yes he was great, even in the Hart division. At the end, I was so ashamed of what happened, that I had no other choice but to bitch and complain about. Which was very stupid thing for me to do. I just knew that I had to get better. But I didn’t really want to try again. I just wanted it to be handed to me. Which wasn’t a smart thing to do. As I was still down in the gutter, the man who actually went on to win the Hart Championship, moved on to bigger and better things. Embarrassment couldn’t even describe what I was feeling then. I could only wipe the same off of my face and keep moving on. Just to be clear, I was talking about Fred L. The man who actually went on to do better things. It feels weird to know that the man who started out in the XWF with you, went on to become the “King” of the XWF. Also Blizzard was just starting out with me too. Now he’s going on into the hall of fame. I have no other choice but to give this man a round of applause. I mean, Blizz was just another skinny Cruiserweight, in my opinion. Right in the beginning, I didn’t think that he was going to make it anywhere. I guess he proved me and the rest of the XWF wrong. Now I feel like I have to. I always felt like I had to. Even then. I lost my shot at the Hart Championship from Fred L, he won and he moved on, end of story. I quit the company soon after that. As much as Jon didn’t like it, but I still left. I returned once after that, but it wasn’t much. Then I came back in time for Rage in the Cage, cause I remember knowing that Lord of The Ring was right around the corner from that event. I guess the Hart Championship was vacant at the time, because there was no one for me to hunt down. The only man who was standing in my way for getting the title this time was Chris Cage. The man was just a great talent. But that night, Cage had come up short because I became the Hart Champion. Cage won it himself later on, which was fine with me. Even though he didn’t win that match fair and square, it was still alright with me, I knew was going to get it back. And I did a year later. I remember the victory, but I don’t remember the participants, unfortunately. All I know was that I was became a two time Hart Champion. At that time I felt that I was going to hold onto that title for as long as I wanted. Hell, I thought I was going to be dubbed “The greatest Hart Champion of All Time”. I wasn’t able to do that, due to a very serious knee injury, that has been following me for a long time, that happened during that match. I was had no choice but to vacate the title. And I departed from the XWF right after that. And honestly, how many times have returned to place? Really, someone needs to tell me because I really don’t know. Because ever since I came back, just about two weeks ago, I noticed that a lot of things have changed. For one, I didn’t Kore walking around like he owns the place. The Canadian Championship was gone, it still hasn’t been explained to me on what happened. Then I see Anarchy is no longer apart of the weekly schedule for the fans to sit at and enjoy. I mean, that was a great show. But oh well. Then Jon is nowhere in site. With him gone, he has this asshole Fran Damage take hold of Massacre, and then have two dumbass brothers take hold of Impact, which I’m surprised was still around. Then on top of it all, they were going through the mist of a very immature, pathetic, yet classic “Battle of the Brands”. I felt like I was going to be part of it in someway, but when I saw the roster that Impact had, compared to the roster that Massacre possessed, I knew that tour brand wouldn’t stand a chance. But that was the least of my trouble. Because I look over to see who is the Hart Champion of today and I see that it’s none other than Hawaiian Hardhead. I suddenly became mortified for the company. I even had to look down upon the participants in the match which Hardhead won the Championship. I mean, the Hart Championship is a title for those who just coming into the company. That is true. But what I’ve noticed is that the Hart champion is also for those who can’t go or get any further with their careers in the XWF. Now before any of you get up and point their finger at me, hear me out. Yes I know that this isn’t my first time coming into the XWF. This also isn’t my first shot at the title as well. But I’m looking at this way. This is my rebirth, a fresh start, a clean slate, a new beginning. And to watch a man like Hardhead hold the title makes the XWF looks despicable. It makes the whole entire Impact roster look despicable. Like I said before, the Hart Champion is the most prestigious belt on Impact right now. Regardless of how many belts one man holds, Hawaiian Hardhead is supposedly the “best” on Impact. That’s something I can’t let go on any further. When you’re the Hart Champion, just being a champion really, you can’t let people come around a disrespect you. You’re suppose to hold yourself with pride, dignity, elegance, and with that said, you’re suppose to present yourself as a champion. Especially when your suppose to be the “best” on Impact. With all of those things combined, I should have no problem accepting that Hardhead is the best on Impact. I was suddenly put under the impression that James Raven and Krazzy Kidd were the best ones on Impact. So now I feel that it’s my personal duty to take the Hart Championship away from Hardhead. Only because the man is making a mockery of the company as he continues to hold it. I refuse to stand by and watch this continue. Look at the history that the Hart title has. It’s holders. I just mentioned Chris Cage, Fred L and even Axel Hawk, whatever that guys name was. Then you have Dynamic Dynamite, Boondock Saint, Lee Stone, Psycho Scorpio, JR Blake, Chasm, and yours truly. I’m pretty positive that all of these men held the Hart Championship with style, grace, a sense of pride, most importantly, character. Unlike Hardhead who has the nerve to put “Black” in front of it. Oh wait, let me guess, you put “Black” in front of it just to let people know that you’re a person with a “black heart”, am I right? Either way, if I’m right or wrong. It’s not very original, nor is it impressive. And quite frankly, I’m not impressed with you at all Hardhead. It just get baffled, every time I see you walk around with that belt in your hand. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so negatively about a Hart Champion before. Never mind about the guys in the past, it’s like you just don’t fit or pose as a good champion in my eyes. Alex or Axel Hawk didn’t either. But to me, you just really seem pathetic, and I can’t wait to get in the ring with and show everyone that your nothing more than just a worthless sag of crap, who has no right to be called a champion. Maybe you should go over to where the Ryan brothers ran off to. From what I’ve seen from that place, those men that they have over there are just sad as you are. It’s a shame that our idiot General Manager let their champion wrestle in our company. Don’t feel too bad Hardhead, at least you’re not the only man who put disgrace on the Hart Championship. Look at QC Thug. I was actually shocked to hear that this man actually held the title. Kind of shows what the standards are for someone to hold the Hart Championship here in the XWF. I guess when that belt is being pt right back into my hands again, the world will finally see what it was really like to see a true Hart Champion. This isn’t all talk Hardhead, this is something I’m not just babbling about. I would rather not speak on this, I would rather go just sit back and wait until Sunday to show everyone how much you’re really worth in this company. And to my knowledge, it isn’t very much. Now as you can tell Hardhead, you all have my full and undivided attention. Which is great for the both of us. Cause my victory this past Saturday wasn’t in vain. I already know that it was you that lured me into that locker room before my match. Who else would do something like that? Then again I shouldn’t fully jump on this conclusion, because this is the XWF. But my instincts tell me that it was you Hardhead. Even so, what an attack like going to prove? That you know that I’m better than you, and you would rather have match with mediocre wrestlers like Rage and QC Thug? Sure Rage might be a crazy, and brutal son of a bitch. But if doing that stuff is all he’s good for, then I guess in a real one on one match that would be decided based off of skill, then I guess he wouldn’t stand a chance against me. You facing Rage would be something that you would prefer I’m guessing. Two guys who can do nothing but cause brutality to their opponents does make an interesting match. But it doesn’t work every night. I knew it after I left XCW a few years ago. I knew my supreme technical skills and abilities will prevail no matter where I go. And I’m bringing my skills with me to Los Angeles. I just hope you’re prepared for it. I highly doubt it, but the slightest bit will help very much. Cause there is no one here to stand in my way to stop me from getting what I want. That being my Hart Championship. That’s right, my Hart Championship. I’ve been saying it for the longest now, but I’m just making sure that it sticks in your. And yes, we all know that you are the current holder, and you’re going to be the one walking into the arena with the Hart Championship in your hand. That doesn’t mean you’re going to be leaving with the title. Just to be clear on that. Fran was going to just give me the shot, but I had to be a hard ass, like always, and attack him. It led to the match, that I won due to unfortunate circumstances, and I overcame the obstacle. A deathmatch, it was. That’s how bad Rage wanted to destroy QC Thug and myself in order to get a shot at the Hart Championship. But nothing was going to keep me away from my title, nothing. Not little cheap attacks in the locker room, could cause a concussion. Even a bed of nails, that QC Thug had the displeasure of falling on. as of right now, all I care about is taking back what belongs, it’s just sad to know that you’re the man holding it for the time being. I hope you’ve been paying attention for these past two weeks, because as you can see, I’m not playing around when it comes to my success here in the XWF. You better be on your toes the day you step foot in the arena. You trust and believe me when I say that I will definitely be on mine....... I’ve notice to you and your actions here in the XWF and whatever shenanigans that you’ve gotten yourself into. Calling yourself the “Insane Delgado”. Very cute I must say, but no effect towards my feelings towards our match. That alone, just shows me what you’re capable of as a wrestler. To me, you’re not even really that good of a wrestler. You walk around with your ridiculous Hawaiian get-up, and it actually makes me laugh. You just remind of a reject Samoan clown. I actually find it humorous. Which also tells me that you’re nothing but another entertainer to me. I actually frown upon entertainment when it comes to the wrestling business. Which just adds to another reason why you bring shame and disgrace to the Hart Championship and the entire Impact roster. For Fran to actually fill your head with nonsense, and your spirit with confidence makes me chuckle before I go to bed at night. At the end of the this week, everything who you are or who you claim to be will be diminished to nothingness. While Fran will definitely be disappointed to know that his words of wisdom didn’t really do any good. He’ll also be disappointed to know that his least favorite “superstar” on Impact will now have a legitament to call him the best on Impact. Just to see the look on his face when I win the title, then to see the look of disgrace on yours, you already are a disgraceful person, will just make everything better when my third reign is set into motion. All in all, Hardhead. This is only my first step to ultimate success here in the XWF. I have no other but to claim back what’s mine, in order to claim other riches that aren’t exactly promised to many here in this company. It’s my duty to show everyone that I deserve it. And it all starts here. Where I began. Hunting down the Hart Champion, and taking what I’m after with me back home. Just to be clear on everything. I hope our future encounters are more of challenge. This however, seems like this is going to be a match not even worth writing home to mom about. Don’t get it confuse with me not taking you seriously. Because this is exactly what I’m doing. I know if I don’t do that, then you getting over on me is a possibility . I can’t let that happen. You might be desperate to hold onto your title, especially since the odds are stacked against you. You have Eric Anderson as the special guest referee. And it seems like he’s out to get you too. Well, may be you personally, I just want my belt. But I’m not concerned about Eric, it is wise that you are. But then that just really turns out to be really unfair to you. And I would rather have it there is just a regular referee in this match. But I hold now authority to take him out of the match. But since you’re pretty good at attack guys before matches Hardhead, maybe you take him out before he get’s the opportunity to walk out to the ring, and then while you’re facing me, all you need to worry about is me beating you right in the middle of the ring. And don’t worry man, I’m no longer a big fan of using weapons against my opponents. So a fair and square clean victory is all that you’re going to get. If Eric decides to call the match down the middle, if you decide not to attack him, then there is much less you need to worry. If you decide to become pig headed, which that you are, then I guess my victory over you will be marked down in the history book in the XWF. I told you before Hardhead, my return will not be in vain, I can do nothing else but guarantee that. And just remember, I can do what I want, when I want, because I want too!!! See on you on the 25th Hardhead.......... |