Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2016 7:38:42 GMT
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Tony Romo. RGIII. Adrian Peterson. Danny Woodhead. Keenan Allan. Josh McCown.
It's been a brutal start to the season in the NFL. Here we are, just at the start of Week 3, and we've got a stack of bodies, marquee players, some out for the season. Injured football players, guys who were hurt while having the advantage of wearing full body armor, guy hurt while surrounded by perhaps the most advanced army of sports medics, trainers and support staff anywhere in the world.
Pause a moment to think on that, Van Quinn.
Because on your field, in your armor, surrounded by your army, you were good, but still, ever vulnerable. But in my ring, stripped of all the protection and support that you were used to for most of you athletic career, you're more than vulnerable... you're soft, exposed, and blindly shielded by an ego that won't let you see how far out of your element you are. Add to that a heavy does of misogyny that would never allow you to see the skills of a female combat sports athlete, and you're lost, alone, and wandering in the dark.
And there be tigers in that darkness.
I've mad a career out of chewing up men who think that women don't belong in this sport, and at the very least most of them were men who had at least dedicated their lives to becoming top-notch combat sports athletes. You? Your a tourist from another sport, who's walked into my world claiming that you belong here more than I do. Big mistake, Van. Write that down. Because what happens this week, to you, is a lesson. A lesson to all of the men like you who haven't put in the time or the effort that I have, who don't have the skills, specifically suited to what I do in that ring that I have, and who are writing checks with their ego that they simply can't cash.
I challenged you, two days ago, to tell me just exactly how it is that you think you can beat me inside that ring, let alone survive an encounter with me. You've said nothing since. Not that I honestly expected you to, but I at least thought you'd try. Because here's the truth, Van... I'm the toughest and most resilient wrestler on the Epic roster. It takes more than what most have to hurt me. That's just a fact. Aidan Carlisle can quote The Terminator as much as she wants today, but the fact is I was quoting that exact same passage a year ago in the IWA, and it's just as true now as it was then. I'm the closest thing to bulletproof that Epic has, and any damage I do take I can recover from faster than anyone else here. Nobody even comes close to be in pure athleticism in that department.
Add on to that that nobody has harder strikes anywhere in this company than me, and it becomes a lethal combination. That chick who hits like a freight train and who's almost impossible to hurt. And she does all this without the body armor that you're used to. What's all that mean for you, Van?
One real shitty day at the office.
I dunno Van. Maybe this will be the match that shakes you to reality and makes you realize that the dues you paid in one sport translate to exactly jack shit when you make the jump into my world. Probably not though, and the fact is, I don't care either way. I'm going to do what I do to you, and keep moving forward. What it means to you or what realizations you take away from it in the end are meaningless to me. I promise you this... after this week, you'll never want to find yourself in that ring with me again.
You're fourth and long, deep in your own territory, and unfortunately, in this world, you've no option to punt. You're in over your head, and I'm about to lay you out. No Hail Mary can save you now.
Game over.
