Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2017 10:12:20 GMT -5
Time. It's a funny old thing, depending on how you use it. You can spend your days over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've, or should've happened... or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on.
Now there was no Glory in my debut, televised victory last weekend. Least of all how it ended. The real glory is being knocked to your knees and then coming back. That's real glory. Thats the essence of it. Now as a principle I don't believe in handicap matches, but last week I made an exception. Firstly, I was eager to impress. But more to the point, the Black Light District has caused too much destruction here. Last week should have been an opportunity to level the playing field. But what you gonna do, eh? Another time perhaps. Another time for sure.
So on we go, from one punk to another.
Red Dragon.
A man wrapped in more mystery than the mythical creature itself. I've seen you, Red. I'm pretty sure I know what you're about. You're not as mysterious, or as dangerous as you try to let on. Wipe away the paint and the fake name and you're just another punk, looking to cheat his way to the top. There's nothing original about you, Red. You're a walking cliché, following in the footsteps of the cowards that came before you. You're think you're special, but you're not. You're every bit as old as the mythology.
[He holds his hands up, in a gesture of humility.]
But maybe I'm wrong about you, Red. Maybe you just want to wrestle. Hell, I'm one of the purists grapplers in the business, if that's your game. So I will offer you the same respect and opportunity I offer to everyone I step inside the ring with. My hand. And if, by some miracle, you beat me fair and square, I'll offer it again. You see I am without ego. I treat each match, and every opportunity as a chance to showcase my talents. A ten or fifteen minute window to prove why I am worthy of a title shot. Call me old fashioned but that's what I'm about. I respect any man or woman that sacrifices their life to make a living in professional wrestling. All I ask is the same in return.
So we'll see which side of the road you're on come Sunday. Are you a man, or will you continue this existence of apathy and infamy, carving a career of dishonour in the only way you know how? Because if so, I will expose you in the only way I know how...
In the ring. On the mat. Between the ropes.
With a dance as old as time itself.
