Post by nathan on Sept 21, 2018 22:15:06 GMT -5
Time to break my silence, yeah?
The conclusion to last week's episode of Titans was not to my liking. Emerson and I went to battle, and neither walked away victorious. While I am still SFT World Champion… I don't feel like a winner. See, that night… following our match… I was rushed to a nearby hospital. This isn't a work, brother. This is a shoot.
I felt like death… and if not properly diagnosed… maybe I wouldn't be here to explain what happened. Early the next morning… I was officially diagnosed with diverticulitis. It's took me hours just to pronounce the damn thing. The textbook definition is an inflammation or infection in one or more small pouches in the digestive tract. Yes, it feels as gross as it sounds.
I'm on all kinds of antibiotics, fluids, a crazy diet. I promise I am doing everything known to man to be able to defend this championship next week on Titans. I have a final appointment Monday afternoon to get the okay to fight the next day. Hopefully I'm all clear… but honestly… I'll be ready whether I get the green light or not. I told you that I am a fighting champion, and I am going to stick to my word.
Call me crazy… but I feel good about this match against Nirvana. That may be my low grade fever talking. I have been hoping for this match since he returned to SFT. He has been on a roll, defeating Emerson and Jackson along the way. Given his momentum… and his history with this company… he is more than willing of a championship opportunity. If I am not able to bring my A game on Tuesday… you will all see a new World Champion.
How many times have you had this title, Nirvana? Let's see. You had it for three months in 2005… three months in 2006… one month in 2011… one month in 2015. Four reigns… eight months. A win next week puts you in the Five Timers Club. That's pretty cool. I wouldn't mind seeing you achieve that honor… some other time. Right now, this is my time to carry the proverbial torch. Whether I am 100% or not… I will fight to prove that I belong where I'm at.
Bring all of your spooky tricks on Tuesday, man.
I ain't afraid of no ghosts.
The conclusion to last week's episode of Titans was not to my liking. Emerson and I went to battle, and neither walked away victorious. While I am still SFT World Champion… I don't feel like a winner. See, that night… following our match… I was rushed to a nearby hospital. This isn't a work, brother. This is a shoot.
I felt like death… and if not properly diagnosed… maybe I wouldn't be here to explain what happened. Early the next morning… I was officially diagnosed with diverticulitis. It's took me hours just to pronounce the damn thing. The textbook definition is an inflammation or infection in one or more small pouches in the digestive tract. Yes, it feels as gross as it sounds.
I'm on all kinds of antibiotics, fluids, a crazy diet. I promise I am doing everything known to man to be able to defend this championship next week on Titans. I have a final appointment Monday afternoon to get the okay to fight the next day. Hopefully I'm all clear… but honestly… I'll be ready whether I get the green light or not. I told you that I am a fighting champion, and I am going to stick to my word.
Call me crazy… but I feel good about this match against Nirvana. That may be my low grade fever talking. I have been hoping for this match since he returned to SFT. He has been on a roll, defeating Emerson and Jackson along the way. Given his momentum… and his history with this company… he is more than willing of a championship opportunity. If I am not able to bring my A game on Tuesday… you will all see a new World Champion.
How many times have you had this title, Nirvana? Let's see. You had it for three months in 2005… three months in 2006… one month in 2011… one month in 2015. Four reigns… eight months. A win next week puts you in the Five Timers Club. That's pretty cool. I wouldn't mind seeing you achieve that honor… some other time. Right now, this is my time to carry the proverbial torch. Whether I am 100% or not… I will fight to prove that I belong where I'm at.
Bring all of your spooky tricks on Tuesday, man.
I ain't afraid of no ghosts.
