Post by nathan on Oct 6, 2018 16:04:24 GMT -5
What kind of champion have I become? For the better part of two weeks… I have remained dormant. I have defended against Cypher, Emerson, Nirvana. I am the most successful SFT World Champion in recent history… and I just don't seem to care in the way that I should.
When I found out that my next defense is against Mya Denton… I should have been overjoyed by a fresh challenger. I should have opened up YouTube and done tape study on her. I should have hit the gym harder than ever, so I could physically be at my best. Instead… I went about my day to day… living life like a normal human being. The problem is… I'm not normal. I'm a wrecking ball. I'm a machine.
I'm the SFT World Champion, damnit. I hold myself to a higher standard than any other human in SFT reasonably should. And yet… the last two weeks… I just didn't care. I apologize for my lack of care or want or desire. You deserve better, SFT. From here on out… I will try harder to give you better. And that all begins on Tuesday… when I stand across the ring from Mya Denton.
Mya… you came back to SFT, seemingly on the coattails of Nirvana. He's one hell of a horse to hitch a cart to, I must say. I still don't know how I walked away champion after my encounter with him. But here I am… still champion. You are next in line for me to strike down… but what if I lose? What if you take my blood… bring me pain… extract your revenge? What if you do the unthinkable… and beat me on Tuesday?
You are admittedly psychotic… and I must be a cool to think I stand a chance against you on Tuesday. And yet… I do stand a chance. Any man with two hands has a fighting chance. I promised to be a fighting champion… and that's exactly what I plan on being… against you or anyone else in SFT.
You are right about one thing, Mya. This title IS property of The Kings. Reyes… is Spanish for Kings. So… boom… roasted. This championship will be exactly where it needs to be… today, tomorrow, Tuesday, forever. You have dared me to do what I did to Nirvana, to you. Well, I double dog dare you to do something Nirvana could not do… and that's defeat me.
Come for my blood. Let it flow like a crimson river. Do what you need to do, Mya. I double dog dare ya. My soul will remain intact… as will my championship reign. My reign as champion is undeniable… and soon you will have no choice but to agree. After you are disposed of… and sent to the back of the line… I wonder who is next. Who is even left? Twilight… Jack Jones… uhhh… Rumpke? It doesn't matter who it is. I will line the roster up like bowling pins and know y'all down.
Cypher… Emerson… Nirvana… Denton. One by one… you all fall down...
When I found out that my next defense is against Mya Denton… I should have been overjoyed by a fresh challenger. I should have opened up YouTube and done tape study on her. I should have hit the gym harder than ever, so I could physically be at my best. Instead… I went about my day to day… living life like a normal human being. The problem is… I'm not normal. I'm a wrecking ball. I'm a machine.
I'm the SFT World Champion, damnit. I hold myself to a higher standard than any other human in SFT reasonably should. And yet… the last two weeks… I just didn't care. I apologize for my lack of care or want or desire. You deserve better, SFT. From here on out… I will try harder to give you better. And that all begins on Tuesday… when I stand across the ring from Mya Denton.
Mya… you came back to SFT, seemingly on the coattails of Nirvana. He's one hell of a horse to hitch a cart to, I must say. I still don't know how I walked away champion after my encounter with him. But here I am… still champion. You are next in line for me to strike down… but what if I lose? What if you take my blood… bring me pain… extract your revenge? What if you do the unthinkable… and beat me on Tuesday?
You are admittedly psychotic… and I must be a cool to think I stand a chance against you on Tuesday. And yet… I do stand a chance. Any man with two hands has a fighting chance. I promised to be a fighting champion… and that's exactly what I plan on being… against you or anyone else in SFT.
You are right about one thing, Mya. This title IS property of The Kings. Reyes… is Spanish for Kings. So… boom… roasted. This championship will be exactly where it needs to be… today, tomorrow, Tuesday, forever. You have dared me to do what I did to Nirvana, to you. Well, I double dog dare you to do something Nirvana could not do… and that's defeat me.
Come for my blood. Let it flow like a crimson river. Do what you need to do, Mya. I double dog dare ya. My soul will remain intact… as will my championship reign. My reign as champion is undeniable… and soon you will have no choice but to agree. After you are disposed of… and sent to the back of the line… I wonder who is next. Who is even left? Twilight… Jack Jones… uhhh… Rumpke? It doesn't matter who it is. I will line the roster up like bowling pins and know y'all down.
Cypher… Emerson… Nirvana… Denton. One by one… you all fall down...
