Tuesday, September 26, 2006 – Denver, Colorado
“Home sweet home, eh? Well… supposedly. It feels like I’m home. Maybe I am home. Right here in the XWF. We’re all just one big happy fucking family here aren’t we? You can feel the love anytime you watch a show. Well, actually… you know what they say. There’s a fine line between love and hate, and to counteract the few sentences I’ve already said, the XWF definitely crosses that line.
The XWF is a place where something can begin as simple competition, and then escalate to be something much more than that: something brutal; something violent; something that puts people into their seats. Displayed on the marquee outside an arena, it causes the people who were unable to purchase tickets to rush home to their television sets and watch the action unfold. The action that never slows down. It’s something magical.
Is it home though? Despite my overwhelming desire to call it that, something else tells me it’s not. The XWF doesn’t provide me with that roof over my head anymore. I’ve got so many damn houses across the world that I don’t need that. And with my swelling property list, it gets to the point where you stare up at so many ceilings that the feeling of being under your own roof kind of gets diluted. Besides, I don’t stare up at the ceiling of the XWF. I don’t spend much time in that ring on my back… haven’t for a long time. Is that my ego coming into play? Why yes I think it is. But it’s the truth. In that ring, I can’t find solace just lying there and doing nothing. That’s the key thing about my home… it’s where I can just kick back and do nothing. It’s where I can relax. And as easy as I make this shit look when I’m in that ring, I’m not at ease. When your name is Lee Stone, you have so many people who want your head that you can never afford to stop watching your own back. That ring isn’t my home… it’s my kingdom.
In the XWF, I am the alpha male. This is my territory. This is my habitat. To further delve into the biology metaphors, this is my ecological niche. Any other place I go, I can survive, but here… here the environmental factors are just right. Here I thrive. I could talk about how fantastic my record is, but you wouldn’t want me to sound like a broken record now would you… no pun intended. I could talk about how there’s only one person that I’ve ever stepped into the ring with that I haven’t beaten, but what would that accomplish? More importantly, what am I trying to accomplish at all?
I went from mere thoughts about whether or not this company forged from blood is my home, to not even knowing what the hell I’m talking about. That’s encouraging isn’t it? Lee Stone doesn’t know what’s going on, plaster that shit all over the internet. Have them newspaper headlines reading “Lee Stone has talked so much that he’s confused himself”. Well I hate to slam the breaks on any media rollercoaster that could’ve just started, but here’s the real news story: Lee Stone hasn’t changed. I know exactly what I’m trying to accomplish, the real mystery however, is for you guys to try and figure it out.
Ladies and gentlemen, let’s make this official right now. The announcement that these last couple of weeks have led up to. This Thursday, on the 28th of September, 2006, Lee Stone steps into the XWF ring once again. A re-return of sorts. Lee Stone vs. Andrew Gibson vs. Jason Mudd. And guess what kids… if the image of Rage in the Cage going off the air with Lee Stone standing tall wasn’t enough for you to all get the message, then this match will be. I’m back… I’m here… and I’m taking my motherfucking throne back.”
Tuesday, August 08, 2006 – Springfield Ohio
”Home sweet home, eh?” Lee mutters under his breath as he enters his Springfield home. Dropping his gym bag on the ground, he collapses on the white sofa centered in the room. Just last night he competed inside a steel cage match against Steve Jason, T Money and Jem Williams. Both Lee and Steve escaped the cage, leaving T Money to square off against Jem Williams, and as Sewaside made a shocking return to the XWF, Jem found himself the sole loser of the match. That was then, this is now. The match is done with, and while the memories of Sewaside’s attack on Jem won’t be forgotten, especially by Jem himself, there’s nothing that can be done to change them. It has now been announced that the match also served as Steve Jason’s final fight. The legendary Stinger has bowed out of the company and in the final shot of him on XWF programming, his battered body bowed before Lee Stone. That event can not be changed either, however should Steve Jason ever decide to return to action, Lee would be glad to allow him the chance to remedy that final action by having one last match.
So what now? The Blood Hounds have reformed to once again become a dominant force, and with their reformation right under the nose of Lee Stone, surely that will cause some tension. Will his XWF career now find him again battling T Money and his hype crew? Despite seemingly hating the man, Lee actually has a sort of respect for T Money. It’s a bit of both really. Can’t stand the personality or the actions, but as a pure athlete T’s ability cannot be overlooked. That’s the thing with top class athletes. It’s what has led Lee Stone into his shaky relationship with or against Steve Jason, it’s what has led to a very neutral attitude towards Jem Williams, it’s even led him to be able to get along with men such as Shane Carver, Judas Iscariot, Cyren or Andrew Gibson, if the situation requires it. Men such as those four have continuously proved to be despicable characters, but Lee cannot deny their natural ability. Another match against T Money would please not only the two men involved, but there’s no doubt that the fans would love it. But does Lee really want to travel down that path again? Lee literally lost his life in that battle, albeit temporarily. Was the outcome really worth it? The more Lee thinks about that, the more he gets the same answer... yeah, it was. But here’s the real zinger: what Lee won from that battle… he hasn’t lost it. That’s not a reference to how he was never beaten for the Universal Title, nor is a reference to the incredible name value he now has. It’s a reference to his state of mind. The state of mind that he finds himself in once again. Not the ego driven drivel that he spewed after winning the Universal Title, but the thought process that was behind it all. He knows the sacrifices he has made… he remembers what he lost… and here he finds himself once again, with everything working in his favor, a fiancée waiting for him to return to New Zealand, a bright future in a company that he has already achieved so much in… what more could he want?
There’s something though… something he doesn’t have. Drive. Lee Stone is a born entertainer. He has been given a gift that he shares with the world. No matter how he does it, he will make you smile. Even if his jokes aren’t funny, you still laugh because he delivers every punch line as if it’s the funniest thing the world has ever seen. If you’re down and out, he’ll pick you up. One way or another, he’s a pleasure to be around. But have you ever had a moment where you sit back and ask yourself just what the hell you’re doing anymore? Why do you act the way you do? Or even why the people around you act in their own way? Have you ever sat back and taken the time to think about why we have become who we are? That’s this moment for Lee Stone. The moment where he realizes that for the past few months, he has been completely and utterly happy. It’s like stepping into the shadowy corner of the room, when the rest is flooded with light. It’s finding the bad within the good. They call this moment melancholy.
And now you think to yourself, “I want to stay happy.” But the more you think about it, the more you realize that the only way you can truly be happy is when everything fits together, and when it comes to life human error can never be overlooked, just look at the divorce rates throughout the Western civilization as proof of that. You can’t make yourself happy, you just need to surround yourself with people who can help you out. People who you can rely on to pick up the things you drop; to steer you in the right direction when you veer of track; to walk you blindfolded through a maze and get you safely out the other end… it’s those people that make you happy. Everybody needs comfort, everybody needs love. It’s something that we’ve developed as animals living in social groups. And above anything else, above material wealth and above economic success, that’s what makes us truly happy.
BEEP!
Like any good, life-changing moment, it’s over before Lee can really pick up on what happened. There’s never enough time to write down the thoughts we want to keep. There’s never enough time to spend your entire life with your loved ones. When you’re lost in a moment, you will always find your way out, but it’s a very rare occasion when you find yourself stepping out into new territory. The hassles of the world around us tend to snatch us out of our minds and attempt to erase what we just learned. And with the beep of Lee’s cell phone, that trend continues.
Momentarily forgetting where he placed the phone, he pats the pockets on his baggy blue jeans which somehow aren’t half-way down his ass, and in fact are quite tight around his waist yet still keep that wide legged appearance. Finding it in the right pocket, he slides the phone out of his pocket and flips it open to look at the screen. It’s a text message. From who?
Jonathyn Brown.
Accessing the message, Lee reads it quickly.
”Not sure when your plane touches down. Please call.”
Lee’s first thought has nothing to do with what the XWF owner could possibly want from him, but instead he takes the time to marvel at how Jon has managed to keep his grammar correct through texting. But after a second thought, it doesn’t surprise Lee one bit that Jon wouldn’t be the most knowledgeable in the ways of the text. He seems largely like an anti-technology kind of guy. Can’t really fault the guy there though. Maybe he just likes proper grammar. Sometimes you can’t even manage to decipher texts. Imagine doing the grocery shopping and receiving a message that says “Dnt 4gt da chps”. Does that mean “Don’t forget the chips” or does it mean “Don’t forget the chops”? It’s open to either interpretation. Stupid text language.
But now Lee’s abnormal mind leads him to the question many would think of immediately. “What’s the boss-man want me for?” Lee hopes he isn’t in trouble, but then realizes that A: he hasn’t done a single thing wrong and B: he wouldn’t care if he had. So what’s Jon up to?
”Only one way to find out,” Lee mumbles as he hits the call button.
Waiting…
Waiting…
Waiting…
”Hello?” And there we have it. A direct line to the boss himself, Jonathyn Brown. That’s some VIP treatment right there.
”It’s me Jon,” Lee says, expecting the sound of his voice and the delivery and expression of his speech to tip off Jon to who is calling. His expectations are met.
”Lee, great, you’re already off the plane?” he asks. Lee would bet large money that the question is merely a pleasantry rather than actual surprise. Despite having known the man for a few years, Jon doesn’t make direct calls just to say hi and chat about the weather.
”Yeah man,” Lee replies with, furthering the formalities of the beginning of a conversation. In some cases Jon would usually object to such casual talk used by one of his employees towards him, but he’s given up trying to prevent Lee from addressing him with little respect. ”I arranged for my flight to leave quite early. Wanted to get home. I presume this is a business call though Jonny Boy? Let’s cut to the chase, what can I do for ya?”
”Okay, I’ve got a proposal for you,” Jon says, taking a pause as if he expects a comment from Lee here. If they were face to face Lee would probably just nod, but with no visual communication, Lee takes the time to make a side comment.
”It doesn’t involve a ring, church, cake and one of us in a dress does it?” He smiles at his own joke. Once again the actions happening would’ve been different if there was visual communication. Lee probably would’ve laughed out loud. That’s an example of him delivering every joke as if it’s the greatest joke ever.
”No,” Jon simply replies, ”It’s about the Blood Hounds.”
”Oh super,” he sighs. ”Let me take a wild guess, you want me to shut them down before they become a problem. I should’ve known that this was about them.”
”In short, yes, that’s what I want.”
”And in long?” Lee asks, grasping for something that can actually make him interested in going down this road once again.
”I don’t want you to do it alone,” Jon monotonously replies. He’s never really been the type to bring emotions into things like this. No doubt there is some emotion behind his motive to have the Hounds problem be snuffed out, but his matter-of-fact approach to Lee right now makes it just seem like every day business.
”I have no doubt that there are certain roster members who would get on my side,” Lee replies. ”People like Christian Connolly and Chris Cage spring to mind. Hell, I haven’t talked to the guy before, but I’m sure I could convince Bigg Rigg to sign up.”
”I want something more. Something definite. I don’t want a single Hound to slip through the cracks. The problem is that the Hounds only get opposition in scattered doses. Last time the roster split created too many problems. There is no roster split right now, so anyone involved can be easily contacted.” Lee nods, it makes perfect sense to him.
”So what do you propose?” And I get the feeling that is the million dollar question.
”I know you can deliver strong blows to the Hounds on your own, and even with your people involved you can do hefty damage…”
”But?” Lee asks, interrupting Jon as Lee is tired of waiting for the final point.
”But I need you to find somebody who can give me some sort of certainty. Someone who won’t get sidetracked like you will with whatever other things float through your mind.” Taking a moment to think for himself of somebody that can fit that description, Lee then asks what must be the two million dollar question.
”Who did you have in mind?”
”I don’t know.” Well that’s just swell. ”But I’m willing to do whatever it takes to find him or her. You’d need time off from the XWF, but you’d still be paid. I’ve already given you this week’s Massacre off so you can get started.”
”Jon, you insult me,” Lee scoffs, ”I don’t need to worry about getting paid and you know that.”
”You’d have the entire globe to search for this man, and any travel you deem necessary would be paid for as well,” Jon continues, further trying to persuade the former Universal Champion.
”I’d be taking my private jet, so unless you’ll be paying me an extra lump sum each week to put towards petrol and on-flight beverages if you know what I mean, then that doesn’t really matter to me either.” Maybe it’s just me, but Lee doesn’t sound convinced.
”What would it take to get you on board with this idea?” Jon asks after having had his greatest asset directly shot down. ”Do you want the Universal Title back? I can’t just give it to you, but I can make sure you’re in the match at X-Mas X-Treme for it.”
”No,” Lee snaps. “Despite what common perception of me may be, I work for everything that I get. I would feel… dirty, accepting that deal. It would have the same effect as if you outright handed me the belt back.”
”So what then?” Jon pleads.
”Look, I’m going to be straight with you here, I don’t think you can convince me to go on this little mission you’ve got for me.” You can almost hear Jon’s disappointment over the phone. ”Tomorrow I’m going to be flying back to New Zealand, and do you know what I’m going to do when I get there? I’m going to set a wedding date. I’m sick of waiting around, I’m sick of not knowing what the hell I’m doing. So I’ll take that week off you’ve already booked for me, and I’ll have my future sorted out. And when I return for this Massacre that I don’t even have a match for, I’m going to be ready to take the next step in my life and the next step in my career.”
”Meaning?” Jon rightfully inquires.
”Well that’s what I intend on figuring out, and you, along with everybody else will find out on Monday.” Lee replies. ”I must decline your offer though. If the Hounds get in my way, I will remove them, but I have no interest in going through the hell I had to last time. I’ve got other people to think about now.”
”I hope you reconsider, but I’ll have to accept your decision.” The regret in his voice is clearly heard. ”Good luck.”
”Thanks, I’ll see you on Monday.” And with that, Lee presses the end call button on his phone and places it down on the coffee table just a foot or two away from him. Leaning forward with his elbows on his lap, he buries his head in his hands. He breathes loudly, but as he exhales, he hears an inhale that doesn’t belong to him.
”Who was that?” If the strange breath wasn’t enough to catch Lee’s attention, the voice further pricks his ears back. He turns his head to face the doorway that connects the lounge he is currently in to the hallway that runs the length of the house. And there, standing in the doorway is the 5’8” frame of Shelly Moore, Lee’s ex-girlfriend who is now one of his closest friends, and the resident of this house as Lee spends a large amount of his time back in New Zealand or on the road.
”Woah, I didn’t even know you were home,” Lee says in surprise.
”Yeah, I was asleep,” she replies as she begins to walk over to the sofa.
”I didn’t wake you up did I?” he asks, showing that Lee Stone does actually have the ability to care about somebody other than himself.
”No, but what you did do is avoid answering my question.” She smiles warmly as she sits down on the sofa next to Lee. The grin spreads to his face.
”It was the boss,” he simply states.
”Mr. Brown?” As if there’s any other boss.
”The one and only. He wanted to discuss some plans for the company.” Lee drops back into the sofa in an effort to now relax, trying to put Jon’s request as well as everything else behind him.
”Moving up in the world are we? You’ve got the boss coming to you for help to plan the future.” Her grin continues and it forces her lips open to reveal her white, flawless teeth.
”Yeah, but I turned him down.” Lee says, shrugging off the thought of becoming an integral part to the XWF.
”And what on Earth possessed you to do that?” she flatly says, demanding an answer.
”The future of my life.” He turns to look directly at Shelly’s face. ”I’m going home to Mandy tomorrow, and I’m going to set a wedding date.”
”That’s…” She searches for the right words to express how she feels. Despite no longer being an item, these two have been through so much together that it’s hard for Shelly to picture Lee marrying another woman. She smiles again though, without a hint of insincerity being present. ”That’s great.”
”Will you be okay?” The obstacles these two have recently faced include the death of Lee’s best friend and Shelly’s boyfriend Token Fisher, and then the trial of the murderer. It’s been a rough few weeks, but with the guilty man finally in jail, and both Lee and Shelly finally coming to terms with Token no longer being there for them, things are starting to look up for both of them. Lee doesn’t want to be the cause of Shelly falling back down, and then not being there to pick her back up.
”You know what…” she pauses for a brief moment, slightly lost in her own thoughts, ”I think for the first time in a very long time, I can see without a degree of uncertainty that yes… I will be fine.”
”I think I’m in the same boat as you with that luv.” He winks at her, the confidence that is such an integral part of his character flowing once more out of him. Sitting on that sofa, one could be excused for thinking he was sitting in a throne on top of a mountain, king of the world… flawless.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006 – Denver, Colorado
”Lee Stone… XWF… they just sound right together. I couldn’t picture myself anywhere else. I made a brief appearance in Dynasty Wrestling during the XWF’s absence, but it just wasn’t the same. This is my world. This is… Lee-Land. Haha… yes Mr. Gibson, I know what you said, but I’ll get to you and Muddman later on. Right now I’ve got a different man to address. His name? Daniel Malcolm. You kids may know him better as BoonDock Saint, the current XWC World Champion, and what a fucking joke that is. Who actually gives a fuck about that belt? Oh wait… I forgot. Dynamic Dynamite does! The fourth string quarterback for the Blood Hounds. The man who was given leadership of a group that doesn’t even have their three star players anymore. That’s a bit embarrassing for you isn’t it Tony? You’re leading a group of underachievers, nobodies and “who gives a fuck”s. Wow, feel special? But back to Dan. Dan The Man. Dan the fucking pathetic individual who I clobbered silly at the end of Rage in the Cage. Damn that was a beautiful sight wasn’t it? It sure brings back memories. X-Mas X-Treme 2005, Snow Job 2006… both ended with me standing tall over BoonDock Saint. Now let’s add Rage in the Cage 2006 to that list. We’re building quite a history here aren’t we? It’s getting a bit repetitive though if you ask me. Can’t you at least try to give me some sort of competition? Damn. I need to make something clear for you though homie. I need you to understand why I did what I did. Let’s get underway then…
First of all kid… please don’t start thinking that I am in any way interested in that silly, oversized belt you wear. That is the biggest waste of the gold mineral I have seen since I saw a toilet seat made of gold in an Indian palace. It holds zero credibility as a legitimate World Title, and you hold zero credibility as a World Champion. And there’s the second point… your lack of that championship aura is just one of the reasons I took you down. And it’s just one of the reasons why I will take you down, as soon as I can convince Crimson Kline to put me on the other side of the ring from you. Damn Jon, err… Nicole Ritchie for putting me on a show where the GM owes me nothing. Of course I can always play the Jon card, or the “Nicole look at me, I’m cute” card to get what I want, but I think it’s time old Crimmy Kline learned about Lee Stone firsthand for himself. But anyway Dan, that’s beside the point. You see, you walk around with your little hype man Prince Arcanine… hang on… that’s a Pokémon! So you walk around with your¬ little Pokémon friend and somehow think that the world revolves around you. All the while, you’re anything but impressive in the ring, and anything but acceptable as an egomaniacal champion. Take it from a man who has been doing this much longer than you, don’t talk the talk if you can’t walk the walk. And trust me Mr. Malcolm, you’ve got to be sprinting to keep up with my walk.
You’re a joke. You don’t deserve to be main eventing a televised program, let alone a Pay Per View, but with the void that T Money and Sewaside have left in this company, you got given the big showdown by default. I have to give those two credit, I’d rather see them wrestle than see you. And I’d prefer to have my testicles locked inside a mutant crab’s pincers than to watch them wrestle, so that really speaks to your own poor ability. And don’t even try to use what I said after our first fight against me here as I was just trying to be diplomatic. I wanted to see if you could improve on what you gave me first up, and after that second match we had, I saw that you couldn’t. That was your prime… this is your prime. You’re just not that good Dan. You never have been, and you never will be. Now Lee Stone always has an ulterior motive, and that’s something I hope you’ve figured out by now. The word “Order” may or may not have anything to do with it, but I can tell you one thing. You falling before me once again, definitely does. So let that float around your head Dan. I’ll be seeing you soon.
So here’s where I get into the finer details of my own match. What I want to know is that how can a match like this be so far down the card? There’s three Universal Title reigns between just two of these competitors! And at least one more to be added in the future by any of the three involved. This match, as much as I hate to use my little saying so early on in the promo, is about the Past, the Present and the Future. Andrew Gibson, who a strong case could be made for to earn that XWF Legend term; Lee Stone, the last Universal Champion who never lost the title; and Jason Mudd, a man who has been impressing many, yours truly included. I’ve got to give respect where respect is due. These two are good, but unfortunately they’re not Lee Stone.
Oh I bet Gibs is going to have a field day with that one. And speaking of Drew, how the hell are you? Nice of you to stop by and say hello, oh… you didn’t say hi? Well gosh aren’t you rude. Coming in here and talking down to me. Don’t you realize Drew… this isn’t your world. This is my world. This is in fact Lee-Land. And there isn’t a damn person who has proven me wrong. Jeez, I’m just furthering your case aren’t I? But let me run you through Lee Stone’s logic here, in order to help you get into my head and try to see things from my light. It’s been over a year since I lost a match Drew. You’ll have to forgive me if I can’t drop that little fact. It’s not just the last three months where I’ve been dominant, I’ve been kicking ass and taking names for a while now. Whether or not the punters want to back me though, isn’t based upon that. The odds aren’t heavily in my favor. But they’re just not in your favor at all. People making their bets are looking at two names in this match. Lee Stone or Jason Mudd. Why? Because Jason is a rising star and has a lot of momentum behind him. And as for me… well no matter who they throw at me, history cannot deny that I am likely to come out on top. And so there’s just one more question, why doesn’t anybody bet on you?
The answer is simple Gibs. You’ve made a mockery of your own name. You are no legend. You have so many poor showings behind you that the few times you actually accomplished anything have managed to be overshadowed. You’ve become worse than what Bigg Rigg was, yet he’s doing something about it. The question I ask you, is do you have what it takes to do the same? Now I’m not going to answer that question for you. I’m not going to sit here and tell you that you can’t do it. I won’t say that you’re old and washed up. You’re not even that old, and to the best of my knowledge you weren’t in an ocean lately so can’t be washed up. I’ll let you think about though Drew, and I hope you come back to me with the right response, because if you don’t, then you’re only in for more disappointment. And we wouldn’t want you leaving again now would we?
A little kid who got lucky, eh? Wow, maybe you are getting old. You’re right though, I did get lucky. I’m so lucky that I got thrown off the top of the Helldome to have my heart stop beating. I’m so lucky that I was stabbed in the lung during my first Universal Title shot. And don’t get that confused with sarcasm. I am lucky that despite all that, I still survived. I’m still here. That is luck. I wasn’t given the right chances though Drew. I made my chances. I didn’t win a single title during my first year in the XWF, yet as soon as I got sick of all the bullshit, I stepped out in that ring, and poured my heart out. I worked for everything I got, harder than most people have worked in their entire careers. And don’t think for a second that I’m going to let you slide with saying you helped me get to where I am. We’re friends and all so let’s be blunt about this. Let’s look at the two times we found ourselves helping each other out. The first was when I had already earned my first Universal Title shot. I had done the work to get there myself, and then failed in the actual match. Did you accomplish anything then? Fuck no! You didn’t’ help me one bit. And now look at the more recent event when you came on side for me and Alex Cutwright in the Vigilantes. I was already the Universal Champion, and all you did was give me another person I had to worry about keeping from harm. And you know what your biggest problem was? I didn’t have to worry about somebody attacking you because I knew you could handle yourself. I had to worry about you harming yourself. When you get lost in that head of yours Andrew, it’s not a pretty result. So try to keep yourself focused okay? Focus on me.
Yes I have an ego, but try to tell me that isn’t justified. Try to tell me that after living a life where everybody has always doubted you, to finally prove every single one of them wrong wouldn’t keep you in constant good spirits. You can’t do it Drew. How do I know this? Because whether or not I’ve subconsciously aimed to be like you, I have turned out that way, and I’ll admit it. But here’s the catch. Talking like you’ve been talking, you’ve succeeded in doing one thing. You’ve given me the one thing that you claim I don’t have. Drive. Desire. Motivation. You’ve shown me that there are still people out there that question whether or not I am the World’s Greatest. You’re the exact same as everybody I’ve faced before. Everybody that I’ve beaten. You come into the match thinking that my ego is my greatest downfall, only to find that it’s built off reality. It’s not built upon some deluded fantasy, it’s built upon hard, gritty work. It’s built upon legitimate success where all others would fail. It’s built upon the fact that I know, deep down in the dark bottom of my heart, I am the World’s Greatest.
I don’t say people fear me. That’s some deluded idea that you’ve gotten into your head. I’ve only once said that and it was used in friendly ribbing towards Steve Jason. But if you want to talk about that, then perhaps you do fear me. Better yet, perhaps it’s not necessarily a fear of me, but a fear of being replaced, and I happen to be the one most in the position to remove the memory of Andrew Gibson from the XWF for good. Don’t be afraid of me Drew, be afraid for me. Because I will turn religious, just so that I can swear to God that I will not, and I repeat, will not turn into you. I plan on learning from every mistake I’ve made. Starting this Thursday.
One thing Drew and I agree on though, is that Jason Mudd… dude… you’re in way over your head. Forget about the Blood Hounds. Uncle Lee has plans to take care of them in due time. You need to focus even more than Drew does. Muddman… Swampthing… you need to focus on Lee Stone and Andrew Gibson. I don’t know what to say to you. You’re such a promising talent, but you’re lost. I truly believe that you don’t live this life. You don’t breathe the same air as me. The XWF is life. The musty smell of that locker room is the norm for me. The more I think about it, the more I see that the XWF cannot be home for me. Because the XWF is me. I look at it and I see myself. I see vengeance. I see entertainment. I see double-crossing. I see loyalty. I see hate. I see love. I see it all. It is me. I go back home to rest my head, turn on the TV and what do I see? I see the XWF. I see life. I see Andrew Gibson’s life. I see BoonDock Saint’s life. I see Christian Connolly’s life, but I don’t see yours.
Maybe you’ll develop that attitude. You have the talent already, so maybe we will see you headlining the show one day. But not right now kid. I hope you can learn from this match, because I see your potential. Andrew sees your potential. We all see it, and none of us will argue that you could make a legitimate claim to try to take my moniker of The Future. But this isn’t about The Future, it’s about The Present. And Lee Stone is The Present. Now I know you might feel a little sad about not getting as long a speech addressing you, but let’s see what you’ve got kid, then maybe I’ll talk about you some more. Right now though, I will be taking my throne back. And unlike you, I can see you as simply a stepping stone. But you’ve never faced competition like me before. Until we meet again, have a bad day…
Peace…
Is that contradicting?
End the god damn feed.