It's My Time

I'm telling you, I don't think most of these fools get it, that they know where they are. This isn't L.A., isn't Chicago, isn't Miami & isn't Seattle. This is New York City & the fans in this town hold their combat athletes to a much higher standard. NYC fans will see through all the bullshit & support the real fighter with the real strategy. They have no interest in smoke & mirrors, posturing, or any other form of crap. Take that shit back across the river to Jersey.

You wanna come out with nothing but a sense of entitlement like Aidan Carlisle, well, they won't be having that. You can talk all about what title you hold somewhere else & how long you've held it... shit, I could go that route myself... but the NYC fans don't care. You want them to get behind you, you gotta give them a little taste of the strategy, make 'em believe you can actually win on a night like this. You didn't have any meat on those bones. You didn't convince anyone, sugar.

You wanna come out & give yourself 20 nicknames in a single promo & talk about how Epic & Livewire should just hand you the title because you think that you'd be the best representative for the company, like @cyrusriddle did? Sorry buddy, not in NYC. These fans don't believe in coronations. If you want them to support you here, you're gonna have to convince them that you can go out and take what you want, not wait for someone to hand it to you. You didn't convince anyone either, pal.

You wanna talk about how you should be the Epic Heavyweight Champion for no reason other than the fact that you've been doing longer than anyone else, just like @declanblack? Sorry Declan, I respect you, but that won't stop me from putting my knee straight through your skull & you've done nothing to convince me or the NYC fans that you've got a plan to stop me either. You're experienced, but that'll never be enough by itself. You didn't convince anyone, Canuck.

Maybe you wanna try & get all gothy, stand in a cemetery & tell the NYC fans that their own Ash Scion is 'weak'. Well Dick Devereaux, you can dig the holes, but I'll still be the one fillin' them: #AssesInSeats, #BodiesInGraves. As for thinking I'm weak? That notion will fade forever once I plant a knee or an elbow in your face & you realize no one anywhere on the Epic roster hits as hard as I do. You didn't convince anyone, Dick.

Maybe you wanna sell yourself as the sentimental favorite like Jeremiah Greyson. Hey, that's all well & good. Sentimentality might strike a chord, especially given the date... NYC fans have a soft side after all & maybe on that day more than any other. But when your only real bit of strategy seems to be that Ash Scion's legendary athleticism 'just isn't real', well, then you just come off sounding like one of those crazy 9/11 truthers. That won't convince anyone, Flyboy.

Maybe you wanna tell the world that you deserve to win this tournament because just think of all the endorsements & acting jobs you'll get if you do, eh, Trixie? Well just a big ol' bag of NOPE. NYC fans got no time for tourists, posers or fakes. You don't really love this sport & so long as you find yourself in the ring with fighters who do, you'll always fall short. You've convinced no one, Miss Diva.

Perhaps you'll tell the NYC fans that because you were almost a star in another sport, you should be the Epic Heavyweight Champion. Sorry, Van Quinn, but no one sees the logic in that. Football's a tough game, but in my ring you'll have no pads or body armor to keep me from smashing you with elbows & knees. Back to the bench, Waterboy, you haven't convinced anyone.

Or maybe you wanna come out & claim that no one has any better chance than anyone else, that it's all happenstance and luck, like Zack Fantana. It's not enough. Real winners make their own luck, Zack, and you've simple haven't convinced anyone that you're capable of doing that.

Or maybe you'll say nothing at all, huh Kimitsu Zombie?

In the end, it's clear who the fans will be supporting. The hometown girl with the striking power, stamina, endurance & recovery... and an exact plan how to use them in this specific tournament.

It's my time.