jayshort
Long Live THE KING
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Oct-22-01 AT 02:38 PM (EST)]"In my couple of years of knowing you, Sight... I've noticed many things. And, came up with many conclusions. I found your Eli Flair impressions weak... your inability to come up with an un- second grade like excuse as to why you lost to me, rather funny. But, this one, Sight... the one where you're playing the role of the freak, where you try and make us believe you run the pagentry, and when we don't... you CONSTANTLY beat it into our heads, as if you're trying to plant some subliminal message. Or as if you're trying desperately to make YOURSELF believe it. While it's been your most rewarding persona, me personally... I find it the funniest of them all."
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[small]It was an early Monday morning. After an incredible weekend filled with promo shoots, and photo sessions, Triple X returned the his second home... the gym. He returned to train... he returned to regain focus... and, to devise a plan. That is, before his whereabouts leaked out to the media, and the usually empty arena became full. In order to keep the peace... and, to fix the current problem so that maybe later in the evening he could actually... do what he came to do. Triple X pulled up a stool. As the cameramen pointed, and clicked.[/small]
"I find it funny because deep beyond all the childish mind games, you're still Mike Plett. You're no different from the Wicked Sight I defeated for a Regional Championship, with ease. Back then, you were a one trick pony, with your one trick being Eli... now... you're a one trick pony, with your only trick being a barrage of broken promises."
"How DARE you look past me, Sight? And, then so foolishly claim that you respect me... because as you put it... I 'ran SUPERMAN out of town'. If you respected me, Sight... you'd know that it's not Gemini that you have to worry about. If you were smart... you'd also realize that my goal in this thing goes FAR beyond you and Gemini's little school- girl argument."
[small]The camera panned in... Triple X was sporting a top gun- ish 'buzz cut', a sleeveless black, 'white/chocolate' t-shirt, matching black wrestling tights, and boots. As the camera focused in some more... it also caught a glimpse of his left shoulder... and, his brand new tatoo, which was a cross, that covered about all of his shoulder area. Triple X searched for his words before re- focusing on the camera... and, parting his lips to speak.[/small]
"Maybe you forgot who I am, Sight. So let me re- introduce myself, properly this time, with high hopes of it sticking in your remembrance. *I* am the best this business has ever seen, despite what pitiful matchups Chad Merrit and the CSWA front office puts me in. I am the most recognizable athlete to ever set foot in a squared circle... and, oh yeah... I'm light years ahead of you in talent."
"You say you respect me? Heh... I could care less. You respecting me does nothing for me because I give you no choice. It's the death defying leaps I take that make you respect me. It's the intelligence, the will, courage, and my ability to do things never before done, that makes you respect me. Read my lips, Sight... there is not now, nor will there EVER be another guy like me... I'm one of a kind."
"And, unlike you, Plett... I don't have a shelf life. I'm not a student of Eli one day, the so- called 'future' the next, and when THAT doesn't work... all of a sudden... a freak. I'm Sean Stevens all day, everyday, twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, three hundred sixty- five days a year. I don't apologize for things I do, and I'm often immitated, never duplicated."
"And, I don't plan on losing to you. Not now... not EVER. Why? Because you're not good enough, for starters. But, also... because I've been held back far too long, and am sick and tired of playing second fiddle, to the corporate kissa**es of this business."
"So yeah, Sight... take everything I've said under deep consideration. Because your problems as Presidential Champion, run a LOT deeper than you're willing to tell. And, i really don't like your chances of BEING Presidential Champion when this thing is all said and done."
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[small]It was an early Monday morning. After an incredible weekend filled with promo shoots, and photo sessions, Triple X returned the his second home... the gym. He returned to train... he returned to regain focus... and, to devise a plan. That is, before his whereabouts leaked out to the media, and the usually empty arena became full. In order to keep the peace... and, to fix the current problem so that maybe later in the evening he could actually... do what he came to do. Triple X pulled up a stool. As the cameramen pointed, and clicked.[/small]
"I find it funny because deep beyond all the childish mind games, you're still Mike Plett. You're no different from the Wicked Sight I defeated for a Regional Championship, with ease. Back then, you were a one trick pony, with your one trick being Eli... now... you're a one trick pony, with your only trick being a barrage of broken promises."
"How DARE you look past me, Sight? And, then so foolishly claim that you respect me... because as you put it... I 'ran SUPERMAN out of town'. If you respected me, Sight... you'd know that it's not Gemini that you have to worry about. If you were smart... you'd also realize that my goal in this thing goes FAR beyond you and Gemini's little school- girl argument."
[small]The camera panned in... Triple X was sporting a top gun- ish 'buzz cut', a sleeveless black, 'white/chocolate' t-shirt, matching black wrestling tights, and boots. As the camera focused in some more... it also caught a glimpse of his left shoulder... and, his brand new tatoo, which was a cross, that covered about all of his shoulder area. Triple X searched for his words before re- focusing on the camera... and, parting his lips to speak.[/small]
"Maybe you forgot who I am, Sight. So let me re- introduce myself, properly this time, with high hopes of it sticking in your remembrance. *I* am the best this business has ever seen, despite what pitiful matchups Chad Merrit and the CSWA front office puts me in. I am the most recognizable athlete to ever set foot in a squared circle... and, oh yeah... I'm light years ahead of you in talent."
"You say you respect me? Heh... I could care less. You respecting me does nothing for me because I give you no choice. It's the death defying leaps I take that make you respect me. It's the intelligence, the will, courage, and my ability to do things never before done, that makes you respect me. Read my lips, Sight... there is not now, nor will there EVER be another guy like me... I'm one of a kind."
"And, unlike you, Plett... I don't have a shelf life. I'm not a student of Eli one day, the so- called 'future' the next, and when THAT doesn't work... all of a sudden... a freak. I'm Sean Stevens all day, everyday, twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, three hundred sixty- five days a year. I don't apologize for things I do, and I'm often immitated, never duplicated."
"And, I don't plan on losing to you. Not now... not EVER. Why? Because you're not good enough, for starters. But, also... because I've been held back far too long, and am sick and tired of playing second fiddle, to the corporate kissa**es of this business."
"So yeah, Sight... take everything I've said under deep consideration. Because your problems as Presidential Champion, run a LOT deeper than you're willing to tell. And, i really don't like your chances of BEING Presidential Champion when this thing is all said and done."
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