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[Promo - The Undeniable Words #5, 02/15/09] Y'know, I've really got to wonder what Brady Anderson's trying to prove here. Alright. We've all seen the Anarchy bookings, and we all know what I'm staring down the barrel of. Handicaps... well, I'm no stranger to them. I've fought in them before, and to be honest, the vast majority of them I've won. That's not arrogance, by the way- take a good long look throughout my history, and you'll see that about 75% of handicap matches I've been in, I've actually come out the winner. That said, I'm not stupid, I've been listening to what most people have to say about this match, and I think the general consensus is that I'm facing odds that go beyond ridiculously hard and start to border on the impossible. Guess that's what I get when I pretty much embarrass the entire Dynasty over the space of two weeks, huh? So I'm curious, Brady- what exactly's the point of this little exercise? Is it punishment? Just some way to get a sense of vindication after being utterly embarrassed the past few weeks? Some incredibly lame attempt at intimidation? Or are you just acting like a douchebag as per usual? To be honest, it's not really all that important to me. You know damn well that I'm a man who relishes challenges and will take them head-on. That's right. Most people would call this a screw-job, I'd consider it a challenge. I know just how hard this is going to be, and I know the outlook's pretty grim. At the same time, there have been a lot of battles in the past- not all of them in professional wrestling- that have looked hopeless only to be turned around. Take a look at the Greco-Persian Wars a couple of thousand years ago, and you'll know a last stand doesn't have to be the end. Yes, it's going to take some kind of a miracle- but fortunately, miracles are my forte. So I stare down your gauntlet, Brady Anderson, and I say 'bring it on'. And make no mistake... I intend on making a mockery of your so-called gauntlet. But Brady's not the only person who stands to be seriously embarrassed if I win this. After several years of endless amounts of crap coming out of his mouth, Chad stands to be utterly humiliated if he can't even beat me in a handicap... and even better, this match means a particular amount for Famine of the Vile. Let's face it, Famine's been feeling rather... threatened since Centurion and I announced our contendership for the tag titles. He'll lie and say otherwise, but his actions in the last couple of weeks have screamed 'desperation'. The man wants to either intimidate me or soften me up before I can get within a grasp of the tag titles. Well, I guess here's his big chance. I mean, he and no doubt the guy with the biggest chip on his shoulder regarding me in recorded history get me all alone. Surely this would be the one chance to really mess me up before the PPV, no? What I will say, Famine, is I'd be hoping to whatever dark god you believe in that you don't screw this up. Because let's face it, if I beat you and Chad on my own this week, what are the odds you're going to stand the slightest chance up against me and Centurion when we fight- and we will fight-? If I lose this match, let's face it, I'm not going to be ridiculed all that much. People are basically going to say 'he gave it his all but the odds were too great'. Whereas if you lose... my oh my, you're going to be quite the laughing stock. People are going to say 'he had the advantage of numbers, Centurion wasn't even allowed to help, and SJ still came out over the top of him'. Basically, if you lose this, you're at a serious disadvantage for whenever it is we fight for the tag titles. So I seriously, seriously recommend you seize the day while you can. Because you'd better believe I want to humiliate you. You're kind of a jackoff, so you deserve it. And I suppose this is the point where you spout off about how I lost to you in the Helldome a couple of years back. I'll freely admit that. I could have done better. With that said, this is not 2007, and I'd say I'm a vastly different man now. Don't expect me to be the same man, because to do that is suicide. In 2007, I was losing my passion for this thing. Everybody knew it. Even I knew it. And that's probably why I disappeared off the map. Well, now I've got it back. Now I realise what I've been missing. Put simply, you aren't going up against a man who's tired of it all anymore. You're going up against a man whose passion for this sport has been revitalised- and a man who'll make that show in his performance. Y'know, really, Famine, you shouldn't have pissed me off. For all this talk about us trying to take the titles away from you, so far all I really think we did was make our presence known in the tag division. The ironic thing is that if you'd left us alone, I might not have set my sights on you as hard as I do now. Now, I pretty much want to beat you, embarrass you, humiliate you and take your title as a 'screw you'. And now, because you did what you did, you are going to have to deal with the very thing you tried to prevent. And you've even gotten that poor kid Dan Fierce dragged into this. Not that it matters, of course, since he barely seems to follow your orders. I mean, the kid didn't even attack me when you ordered him to. Wow. Some fear-inspiring leader you are, Famine. No wonder the SoA was nothing more than a colossal joke- with leadership like that, I'm kinda amazed they didn't end up killing themselves. Aaaaaaand this is the point where I get challenged to a Devil's Playground match like it's actually something special instead of the hopelessly cliche sham that it's become since it got dragged out every other week. Really, Famine, that's about all your image is, you know. You're so desperate to prove yourself as 'not like all the other goths' that in fact you become so ridiculously cliché that you're not like them, you're even more lame. What's next, you're gonna kidnap my family and start laughing like a chipmunk on heroin? Win or lose, I'm going to enjoy this, Famine. I'm going to enjoy getting the chance to whale on you and show you what I really think of you. Cause really, my opinion can't be expressed in words too well. My contempt's really not a verbal thing- the best way to express it is in competition. And make no mistake, Famine, I am going to leave you sore and sorry for yourself after this match, even if you win. By the end of it, either you'll be lamenting a certain failure, or you'll be dreading the very real danger you'll be in the next time we face off. |