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These views are my own. Not anyone else’s.

I see a lot of discrepancies in this place.

A lot of people are where they don’t deserve to be.

A lot of people are where they shouldn’t be.

Someone has to step up.

Someone has to be what this place deserves.

I noticed a lot of people talking shit. Word of mouth, articles- doesn’t matter what it is, but I d. I think it’s funny, honestly. Considering the people involved. Full of fuckers who couldn’t touch me in a match. Full of people who haven’t had the balls to try all the chances I’ve given them to. People talk, it’s a fact of life. I’m The Rock Star, I’ve been at the top for a long time, even when sitting’ at home. You realize when you’re in my position just what these people do. Talk all day, then try to suck your dick every night whenever you’ve got a chance they want to have.

Saw the pay-per-view card today. I imagine Phil Stevens quite pleased with the results of the booking decisions. Some have a few raised eyebrows, and a few are nodding and smiling, as they love seeing the orchestrated performances at house shows, even on television. The card heralded a cross promotional array of matches as, “ Two of the biggest promotions in the United States take on each other.” I am seen as one of the stars of this generation. One of those who will be remembered.

I’m not just a hot product for vendors in arenas. I’m the product. Every time you ever even hear my name over airwaves, I get a nickel. And you can bet your sweet ass, I have more than just two dimes to rub together.

Jason Sliver, do you think you can bring about a new generation, a new era, of performance and superstars to United Entertainment or Total Carnage? Do you have the faith in yourself and in your abilities to lead a people to success in this company? I do. I’ve started the etude, The Revolutionary Etude upon my return on Nitro.  I broke people that were considered Key Players. I destroyed Don Wilson’s hopes of a World Title shot at all when I destroyed him on pay-per-view. I beat Drake Masters when he was just getting his feet wet, his first Sin match. I stole Superstar of the week; I was awarded a shot promotion’s highest prize from Stevens. Now, I was handed a bye in the X-rated Tournament my only focus in the tournament now due to the Invasion is LynnRyan people won’t be able to remember him doing much after I beat him. Should I take credit for it, when the time comes? I would, if I didn’t have a certain amount class, despite whatever wrongdoings were bestowed upon him. Jason, I don’t think you have the fortitude to do all that I’ve done. I don’t think you’re ready. No wait strike that. Son, you won’t ever be fuckin’ ready to take up the challenges I have. To do what I have for this company, this business. I’ve broken the records, and I’ve been awarded the plaques. Before me, the heroes of this place’s origin had set the bar to the highest of their ability, and for a long time, no one could reach that standard of physical performance. Until me.

I reached the bar. Fuck that- it was me who set that goddamned bar, and don’t you forget that. See while you’re prepping for this match, gearing up for a shot at the stars of Total Carnage do well to remember who you’re going up against. Motherfucker, no matter what you do in United Wrestling Entertainment, I will have done it or done something better. You will always be in my shadow. You’re going to be heading into this full force, and remember, I’m Machtan Aomori. Each insult you’ll throw, each act of insolence you’ll incur, everything, and you’ll have to eat with a nice side of humble pie. I am out of your league, boy. Who’ve you managed to scrape past thus far? Misery? Well, my-my, isn’t that quite the accomplishment? Pfft. Congratulations. Really stretching yourself to new limits letting everybody know there is a traitor deep within you.


Maybe you’ve been holding back. I hope you have been, chump, ‘cause in all honestly- you just have yet to do anything remotely impressing in my eyes. I hope you get in that ring at Invasion and actually surprise me with sudden actual effort. With some real sweat and possible blood. I’d like to be treated to a good fight against someone who I see as just another win. As just another easy week. Almost filler for me while they find something fuckin’ worth my time. This is a pay-per-view, and I’ve been left out in the cold in my opinion. No contedership, no interesting gimmick match, nothing to break up the monotony of the in and out fighting week after week. For you, Jason, this should feel something like Christmas for you. I’m not too worried about it. You see; even if you beat Team TCW, I don’t have to worry about your talent less shell of a self actually being around in this company’s future, Sliver. Remember when I said I’d reference the idea of being generic again? Well, here we go. I don’t have to worry about you having staying power, because you’re about two years too late. The days of the average Goth with face paint on and the strains of some Slipknot song on his shoulders have long gone. No one cares for your kind anymore, Jason. Not the fans, the execs or the advertisers.

Your type and style used to run rampant here in this company, hell, in the whole business. It was sickening. Every where you turned, there were an insurmountable number of talent less pricks running about as if they had their heads cut off. They all wanted to cash in on what a few people actually did right. They all wanted to be darker than the last. Better than the last. They wanted the shock value that came with talking of blood, a hate of God, blah blah blah. People got tired of it. They started looking for original fighters to focus on. They found it in the likes of men and women like me. No longer did the audience have to sit through an entire Limp Bizkit or Metallica album every time they forked over a week’s paycheck to come see a real fight live and in person. Executives began scrambling to find neutrals, not faces nor heels, as they were the main draw. They pushed the young, instead of the ever-aging gimmicks of thousands of wrestlers. Soon more fighters that weren’t concerned with death and destruction were on the rosters. Now, the tides have turned. And people like you, Jason? With your make up ripping off Brandon Lee, with your random dark word as a name and your lackluster crooning of live journal quality babble… well…

You’re just not welcome in my world.

And soon, you will be saying goodbye.

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 Halo at the Cross.

“ Hello, I just called to let you know. You’ve been booked for Invasion and that you’re expected to be there I’ve also given you a bye so you can focus on your match. “

Just like that, I had gotten the call I had to wrestle for Invasion and it wouldn’t be a good night for someone over at Total Carnage Wrestling.
 
I had driven around town that day. Being carried around in a black Hummer H2 It was a gift after being put on the Pro Impact Sports.

Sitting there with my arms stretched out over the seat of the very back I sat there looking around the total view of Las Vegas was nice I had a couple of days to kick around Las Vegas but just around the corner in a couple of days, this was there pre Invasion celebration of course a Press Conference, Fan Fest even Sports Television Specials. They where fixing this up as if it was the biggest stage of them all, when it might have been.

After driving around Las Vegas for about an hour or two. I caught the strip I saw the club where I had made reservations. I sighed and then began to ponder leaving the Hummer and the driver for awhile It wasn’t like I had protection following me I wasn’t a big ass celebrity.

” Driver, I want you to drop me off. I’ll call when I’m done. “ I spoke.

” Yes Sir. “ He replied with out question, the Limo Driver began heading to the casino.

Pulling into the circle drive of the Casino, the valets rushed the door opening it I stepped out and brushed my suit off then I seen the Casino and the Limo Driver began to drive off I didn’t mind I was only in front of the Casino. I pulled my collar up on my suit jacket and put my hands in the side pockets before I began walking into the Casino.

Red carpet laid out before me. Sets of glass double doors stood at the other side, and I walked to them and walked thru them on the other side a whole team of body guards and officials stood there it was the lobby, I stood there being padded down and then nodded to after that two men at the narrow end of the lobby briskly and opened them. As I walked through them, the music’s and fuss seemed to amplify and I’m left standing before a scene you certainly would expect in a center of the Las Vegas.

I walked in, nodded at the guard, and noted just how quiet it was. Aside from the occasional answers of “how much” and “check”, there were few sounds. I took out my gangster roll from my jeans pocket, and handed it to the gamekeeper. He took me to his counter and handed me two grand in chips. High stakes, inside of the main city, and I stood and looked at the tables, finding an empty seat at the table furthest from me.

I smiled, and before I knew it, it was an hour later and my bankroll had grown another grand as two people left the table. I heard a new player come in through the doors and cash in for some chips. He took a seat across from me, and I looked up to see a face I never thought I’d see again. I smiled, and he nodded. After a while, every pot came down to he and I, and the other players were beginning to wonder how we knew each other- able to tell we had some sort of relationship just by how aggressive we were playing into each other.

After a while of playing bullshit hands, I rolled my eyes, told the boys I had counted my chips and went to the bar. Just as The Bar girl handed me a rum and coke, the man from the table sat down beside me and ordered a beer.

- Hours Later

It hadn’t accrued to me that I’d make it home. I was on top of the world after a couple games and a couple of spots of hittin’ some fights and shows. I woke up with a start, and I didn’t recognize my own bed. I closed my eyes, thinking and it all started coming back to me. Couple of games of Poker, the drinking. I went to move, I sat up and thought about the last couple of fun hours. I smiled, remembering my friend Alba. I laughed…, turning around seeing him sleeping on the chair.