Those two words uttered by Black Mamba have been haunting me since we failed to defeat John Sektor and Adam Ellis this passed Refueled.
Sorry for what exactly?
Sorry for flaking on me when you said you would be in Chicago to prepare for our match last week?
Sorry for not answering my phone calls and ghosting me when I was trying to find out where you where because I didn’t want nothing to happen to you?
Sorry that your ring rust and coordination is so off it sways more than the fucking USS Octane on the open sea?!?
Mamba, I’m tired of hearing sorry from you. I want you to reach down and grip those balls that you claim to have and nut up and prepare for our match this week. I’ve tried to reach you by all means of communication and I haven’t heard from you. I’ll be there on Sunday and like I said before if I have to go in it alone that is what I will do.
This week we face Pro Wrestling: Assault!
And I put the emphasis on assault because you jumped me along with Sektor and Adam Ellis like the bunch of cowards that you are. I mean if you want to initiate gang warfare I have a family….scratch that, a Dynasty that’s ready to throw down, but that’s not what is in the cards for us right now is it? You say you’re world class talents and athletes but you look like bush league pieces of shit that has to jump people from behind to get yourself over because your in ring performance couldn’t do it for you.
Didn’t you say your team consists of a world champion and a fucking bonafide killer?
When they show up let me know because I haven’t seen anything to indicate a world champion much less someone who claims to be genocidal.
James Cornfield, no one cares about your backstory because they quit listening when you claimed you were the best. Your clients’ performances speak to how great they are because if your guys are the best then I’d hate to see your worst. You claim your representatives are the failures and unwanted of professional wrestling, mother fucker please.
I am the definition of unwanted.
I am the epitome of failure.
I may be a HOW Hall of Famer which is the hardest and most selective hall of fame to get into, but that wasn’t always the case.
When HOW first came calling I wasn’t even asked to join. I was second choice to Steve Solex, but I proved to be more successful than him in the long run.
I’m called the Lonesome Loser for a reason because I have failed more times than anyone in this company because of sheer stupidity or because of opportunities that have slipped through my fingers through the years but I eventually became THE MAN for a little while.
You’re right about a few things Cornfield and that is I am part of a Dynasty and that I have been a world champion countless times over in every promotion I have stepped foot in, but you are mistaken if I’ve been handed anything.
Every title opportunity in HOW I have earned and if I want another real opportunity at 97Red then I will earn it, but if I want a place holder championship to hold me over until the mean time I’ll join PWA and take it from Ivy without breaking a fucking sweat. I may not be at the top of the HOW totem pole, but if you ask any real HOW wrestler they’ll easily tell you that an HOW wrestler would be a world champion in other promotions because that’s how deep our talent is and that’s what your world class team is feeling.
Come Sunday you’re going to need every bit of those little blue pills to help you rise again because the only thing that will be rising is my hand in victory.