Just once I’d like for one of these pissants to actually speak their mind first instead of waiting for me to speak so they can try to dissect my words.

KEY WORD LADIES: TRY

What you fail to realise is that for all I am Nate Static, a man, I am still the nest thing that happened to this industry since the camera. If it wasn’t for me, none of you would be in that ring fighting for your lives each and every night. If it wasn’t for me, no one would give a fuck about the wrestling industry. If it wasn’t for me... oh this speech is getting too long already.

Blood Reign; Daray you walk like you expect to be respected because you have some sort of hype. I will apologize now ahead of time for calling you a pissant trying to move up a ladder that does not allow it. Ambition can cause jealously and pain but, Blood Reign doesn’t seem to understand this.

There is a pecking order in life.

The Rich.

The Moderately Successful.

Then comes the poor.

A social ladder that also can be defined as a tool to hold down people from climbing higher then their rank is given. Do not shake your head at my realistic interpretation of America and the world as we know it.

It is true I started out small and came to be the man that stands before you but there are always a crack in the glass that allows the ambitious and intelligent to sneak by. Then again I am also the son of a rich businessman so who can say what would have happened.

Now I sit atop the ladder and watch as the dirty and oblivious yell at me for crumbs. Some claim they are as good as I am. They will take me down and take my position. Granted my position at the moment is not as good as it has been in the past, but I am still a figurehead in this business. So yeah, come claim to take down the previous deity that is Nate Static.

Excuse me?

Your position is fetal in front of my toilet, peon. You have high hopes in this business and expect respect from me? You are already reaching too high and I feel breath upon my silk socks.

Know your place or what you dream of attaining will become a nightmare. Ignorance is bliss until the ones you tread upon sniff out the culprit and come back with an army of swords and treachery. Who can say who gave the traitor call, it could be one of your own men because money talks and it sometimes promises what you wish to attain.

Your dreams?

Nay dreams are meant to be broken. Learn your place or die angry and isolated. Ambition is not a bad thing. It can help you live but what happens when your ambition comes across a life whose ambition clouds over everyone who comes in contact with him? You fall and you fall because of your ambition. You wish to be great but to become great you might have to do things you regret. I regret nothing but most people do not have the resolve that I hold onto like life itself.

Then there is my inner self who attempts to break free and cry about those terrible things. It takes power and it takes an indifferent approach as Lawson can tell you.

Just accept your place as a bottom feeder and everything will be ok. Nobody will get hurt and nobody will become a depressed man thinking about what could have been. I would not want to see the fall of such a promising youngster because you did not heed a veterans advice.

“You are just scared of him.”

No, I just do not want an up start thinking I owe them anything. You are nothing but a plague upon the industry and I do not like it when people attempt to take territory from me. When someone threatens you with their own dreams and ambition the one who clouds them over squashes them without a thought of their well-being.

It is about survival!

Your survival is in your hands, Daray.

Do you chose to run against my ultimate plan and lose? Or do you realize the pain that is in store for you and accept your place as another fucking commoner? Do not make me come down upon you with a fierceness only matched by Hiroshima. My Ambition swallows up those who think too highly of themselves.

No regret. No hesitation. Just blood. Yours…

And lots of it.

I am the industry and as such I demand respect. Too long have I been held down by lowlifes chasing me, too long has I been held down in the middle card. I am back to Chaos, and in coming back I reclaim what is rightfully mine. Nate Static is back, and back for blood. I will not hold my breath, I will not hold my tongue and I will step aside for no one. It is no secret that every VWA wrestler dislikes me and in being so simpleminded they wish me to lose every match. They may not even think I will but it makes them feel good to say that Nate Static will lose. It is ok though because I enjoy looking at their sorrowful faces after I once again prove my dominance.

Get ready to open your eyes and fucking see.

You are all fucked.

Welcome to Nate Static’s new world, a world where no one is safe and the peons know their fucking place.

It starts with you Blood Reign, Be quiet and realise you are out of your depth.

Babylon “FUCKING” Fading.

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K.I.N.G

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