There he is!

Well here we are.  THERE he is!  I was beginning to wonder if you were even still alive.  Glad to see you are.

Mike you may be the best to ever do this.  I won’t even dispute that anymore.  At one time I was cocky and arrogant…thinking that I was the best, but more importantly, making a point was.  Coming into this place with a chip on my shoulder.  Suffice to say that I had gotten that wake up call.  It wasn’t out of disrespect, though.  On the contrary, I wanted to be the best too.  And I showed up week in and week out despite the fact of how I was physically.

I know what you’re thinking though..perhaps I’ve had too many comebacks and remakes like a horrible hollywood blockbuster turned into a shitty B movie.  I’ve come to terms with who I am but I’m not done believing that I can make it back to the top.

You weren’t here when I was at the top of my game.  A tragedy, really.  You were still all butt hurt and off in UTAH to give a shit about what was going on around HOW.  Me?  I never fucking left!  I crafted my art and took the opportunity to shine.  I built an empire and took the advantage at doing so.  Who else was going to step up in everyone else’s absence?  For the good of HOW, I did it and I’d like to think I was pretty great at it.  Perhaps that’s why everyone calls me a HOW loyalist.  Loyal until the very end.  It’s hard to find somewhere to have that mindset no matter what you’re going through.

So don’t sit there and act all unappreciated what I did for this company while everyone else was gone.  Maybe in your eyes I was mediocre at best but the fact is I still stepped up and became someone in arguably the hardest place in the wrestling world to do it.  I was condemned from the very start but look at everything I was able to do…even when you were STILL here in HOW.

Let’s talk about loyalty for a second why don’t we.  You say you’d give your life for HOW even if you had to make a point about it.  You call me a hitman…but the fact of the matter is you KILLED two, not one, but TWO motherfuckers on national television!  I can’t actually say I’ve killed anyone despite what you may think.  So guys like you get a “free pass” but guys like me get crucified for it?  Fuck you, man!  You can’t give out pudding and be allowed to have your cake, too.  It doesn’t work like that.  In my line of work, you get what you pay for.  You dish out your own brand of fruitcakes and in return, you get a god damn fruit basket.

Life for Mike Best is easy.  You’ve got daddy Best to thank for that.  I wonder what life would have been like for you if Best wasn’t your last name.  But I digress.  I’m not disputing your success in that ring.  I’m disputing your fucking attitude and your approach to everything else.  When life gives you melons, give them Mike Best!  No, I think the most sickening part about it all is my position in this company.  I have just about nothing left to show for it.  That’s the disturbing part about it all.  I know what success I have in HOW and I didn’t need anyone to hold my hand to show me how to do it.  I seized the opportunity and made something of it.

I know you’re getting sick of fighting me.  You have nothing left to say and I can’t blame you for that because the result has always been the same.  You beat me, end of discussion.  Every time.  Yet I keep getting back up and asking for more.  Tough guys are hard to find in this business anymore.  I may have lost to you countless times but I’ve had a couple victories I hold in my pocket over you.  I cherish them because I know you CAN be beat.

HOFC is a tough concept to breach.  You’re very good at it, but guys like me find ways to adapt to it.  I just need an opportunity to be presented and perhaps I found it.

If you’re so tough, why am I still asking for more?

Maybe you’re not hitting hard enough.

Huh…