Post by Jeremiah Greyson on Oct 8, 2016 7:55:20 GMT
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This is your chance, Richard. One moment, one evening, one match where you have the chance to prove to the world that I don’t belong here. There’s no denying that the fans have given us exactly the sort of match that you would want this to be. You’ve been given a golden opportunity to put on a show against me and to prove to the world just how violent and vicious you can be. For the last week and a half I’ve had people telling me I need to preserve myself for my title shot against Aidan Carlisle at Supercharged. They think that I need to do whatever I can to keep myself as healthy as possible, even if that means losing to you.
I might be the only one who disagrees with that advice but it goes against every fiber of my being. It’s just not who I am. The fans voted and asked for this brawl and that’s what I’m going to give them. I find it interesting that you think that your technical wrestling ability will come into play at all in this match. Who, in their right mind, would be debating in their head whether to use a wrist lock or a hammer lock in the middle of what will essentially be an all out brawl? This isn’t going to be a wrestling match. It’s going to be a fight and my friend, even though there are areas of this style of match that favor you, the fundamentals favor me.
For a man as big and as bad as you are, rumor has it that you hit like my grandmother. My striking is far superior to yours and while it’s true you can take a great deal of punishment, you can’t keep your composure while it’s happening. I’ve witnessed it with my own eyes. Everything is sunshine and daisies when things are going your way but the moment momentum slips from your grasp, you falter and you fail. Here’s the best part about this contest between you and I, though, Richard. Despite all of these reasons and the overwhelming evidence that points directly towards my victory over you, the most condemning evidence against you hasn’t even been presented yet.
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Of your many numerous mistakes since signing your contract, the two biggest have been to involve yourself in the matches between Declan and I, and to piss off the champ. I know you can’t help it. I know you have this burning desire to set fire to the house you’re in and then sit down in the middle of it all as it burns down around you. But we’re talking about a no rules brawl. Anyone you’ve pissed off and rubbed the wrong way can poke their nose into our match. Yes, it’s true, there will not be a single second where I pick up a weapon and use it against you. What about them? Who’s to say someone you’ve rubbed the wrong way in the past won’t do so? I want this to stay a singles match between you and I. But who am I to tell one of our colleagues to stay backstage?Especially when there are no rules prohibiting them from involving themselves.
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The number of times the referee’s hand is going to come down to the mat, to the ground, or to wherever the hell the fight has taken us. The third edition of Livewire will be the culmination of everything you’ve done in this company from the beginning. I hate to tell you this, brother, but you’re going to be walking away disappointed. You’re going to walk away questioning how a man who was once so prominent a force in Engage Wrestling could be reduced to nothing. It’s a sad tale, Dick. But unfortunately not every story ends in happiness. When it’s all said and done I’ll be moving on to prepare for Aidan Carlisle and my shot at the EOW Heavyweight Championship. You, well, you’ll be left to pick up the pieces of a once promising career whose final nail was driven into the coffin by the man you loathe the most, the sound of the referee’s hand slapping down ringing in your mind as the hammer driving those nails in.
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