Post by MasterEvil on Feb 12, 2012 20:16:59 GMT
TBS: I never win, I always lose…time and time again.
Were the words I spoke has I pressed the record button on the camera. Where am I? I’m sitting in the middle of the car park in front of St. James Park, home to Newcastle United Football Club. But that isn’t important, tomorrow night is what is important…me versus one Chance Rugani. If I win I get what I wanted, a chance to see if Sophie Oliveira is a worthy Champion or not. Six days ago I lost to Jaxson, thus letting down the set of fans who cheered me on the most…am I just a glorified jobber? I don’t know.
TBS: I lost when representing this company, I lost when in Championship related matches and I’ve lost last week in front of my people. I always lose, I never win…what is wrong with me? I’m at home yet, instead of feeling happy, I feel more empty everyday with every step I take. I possess no form of confidence yet tomorrow I have to beat President Rugani if I want to get my shot at Champion Oliveira.
I sat here, cross-legged, while speaking out my words. My eyes were purely focused on the camera in front of me. Why did I lose last week? Why, even when I win, I never once hit any of my finishing moves? Is it that I ain’t good enough? Is it that management doesn’t want me to shine? Is it because people like Chance Rugani and Sophie Oliveira’s egos does want anyone to shine brighter then any of them? I wish I know the reason for a lot of things, but that isn’t what I hold in my mind…instead I should be focused upon this match…but why should I even try? I always lose.
TBS: To obtain a chance I must beat Chance. I must defeat the President of World Elite Wrestling. I must defeat the boyfriend of the WEW Champion, Sophie Oliveira. I wish I could call performing in Newcastle an advantage but it was the same advantage I had in Birmingham and I still lost. Its actually rather amusing how Sophie has classed me has a “loser” and all I’ve done was prove her right yet, instead of dealing with me herself…she sends her lapdog to do the dirty work. So is she afraid of this “loser?” I don’t know but she has done absolutely nothing to prove my question wrong.
While giving air to these words my left hand slowly moved upwards and after finishing my words it was by the side of my face. It is a part of me yet I despise it so much, but it is me. My self-loathing, my self-disgust, my self-mental mutilation…is this the reason for my failure? Like some Mexican once said; “if you don’t like yourself, how can you expect anyone else to?” Maybe it is that reason why I am the failure in front of this camera.
TBS: For two weeks I’ve been issuing a challenge to Sophie and for two weeks she tried to nullify it, yet now it seem that she has failed. Because tomorrow I battle you, Chance, for the chance of a lifetime. Yet why have I received such a chance? I lost my match yet I got this opportunity, I’m bound to lose aren’t I? I never wrestled at a WEW pay per view while you’ve appeared at all of them so far, so why should I possess a chance against you? I think I might for one reason…a time…last night. I glared in the mirror and the thing I hated the most stared back at me. It was within that loneliness that I’ve realised the problem…the problem I had for three years…I had nothing to fight for, nothing to be motivated by and nothing to risk my neck for…but no more.
My voice was dark and my tone was darker. My hand slowly made its way down before both slowly began to raise up, with a black piece of fabric in them. Somewhere halfway through my words I let my head hang down, removing my eyes from the camera’s view, on top of this fabric and my hands held the two ends of this fabric as they made their way around to the back of my head. Afterwards they began to tie a knot with the two ends and then I raised my head back up. I can’t see through the black fabric while the camera can’t see my eyes through them. Why did I do this? Why did I hide my own eyes, my own sight? Is it that all I see is evil? Or is it that evil is the only thing my eyes will let me see?
TBS: Here is a question for you Chance Rugani...what are you going to fight for? Superiority? Your girlfriend? Your power? Or just simple revenge for my words on you and your girlfriend? Well here is what I have to say about those reasons. Your superiority was long lost due to your disgraceful performance against your girlfriend two weeks ago. Your power is beyond questionable because of the fact that you clearly don't wear the pants in your couple, the panties maybe but not the pants. Revenge? Most likely, but you never proved my words wrong yet so I guess you'll expect me to lay down for your ego. Well, you're badly mistakened...I lay down for no one and I shall do anything to win. I'll fight this battle like my life is on the line...because it is now. Their the only thing I have left to fight for. I'll break my neck, snapped my shoulders and dislocate my own spine for the win because there is nothing else worth living for anymore. So, President Rugani, here is a new question...what is it like to be in the ring against probably the most psychotic man you've ever seen? You'll know the answer by tomorrow, after I rip your heart out...I'm the Broken Saint, Break Me! I Don’t Care...
I barely muttered out my words has I reached out and switched off the camera. I was barely able to see its shape through the fabric but do I really have a chance against Chance? I don’t know...but I no longer care...I got nothing to lose...so its time to put everything on the line.