Post by 💀 ＡＰＯＫ 💀 on Sept 3, 2020 17:27:17 GMT -5
My dad tried to warn me about this company and it's proclivity toward championship matches ending in fuck finishes. I came here be to the man… and I failed in my first attempt at the SFT World Championship. In the week prior to my match with Lucas Balkan… I declared emphatically that I would not challenge for a title again here if I was unsuccessful against Balkan.
Those words fell on deaf ears because I have heard rumblings of a rematch that would also include Candace for some reason. Hear me now. I will not challenge for another championship here in SFT. I'm done chasing the golden dragon. My quest is over and now I'm here to mess dudes up for fun. If you dare put me in a title match again… you're going to be disappointed because of the lack of fucks given by yours truly.
What I do care about is my upcoming match against Emerson. I'm really racking up these frequent flyer miles these days. Flying to Glasgow two weeks after flying to London. Yikes. I wonder if anyone else stayed in the area between those. Some of us have other bookings to fulfill or something else to do in life other than tell tales about how much they love God or whatever.
It's cool that you thump Bibles, Emerson. I won't hold your blind faith against you. What I do hold against you is how far you've chosen to fall down the ladder here. What happened to you, man? You were the king of the jungle for so long. Then Balkan took your title and apparently your balls. You and I faced off last month… and you didn't put up much of a fight at all. Now… we're set for a falls count anywhere match… but… why?
You were longest reigning World Champion in recent history… and I'm never going to be World Champion. You could be in line for a rematch… but now you have to suffer another loss to me. That doesn't do anything for me… since my time as a challenger is done. We're at a stalemate, friend. Nothing good will come as a result of me mercilessly defeating you at Titans 92.
What is this all for, Emerson? Is our second encounter part of God's plan or whatever? Are we destined to fight for no known reason on Tuesday? Why must falls count anywhere? Too many questions and not enough answers. I guess we'll have to make it to Titans to find out. At least this time we're wrestling in a venue that actually exists. Sure, it seats less than two thousand people… but at least the live events coordinator is finally doing his job.
I, too, have an important job to do. My office is the squared circle. I will report to work on Tuesday and do my job better than anyone else. Certainly better than you, Emerson. I proved it last month… and I'll prove it again… and again… and again… and again. This roster is so shallow that I'm sure I'll have to beat all ten of them all over again… with no title reign at the end of it all. Why? Because I will not challenge for a title ever again.
But hey… deaf ears and all… so you'll probably see me in a title match sooner than later. Then I'll follow through on my promise to give zero fucks. Why? Because I only allowed myself one shot at the SFT World Championship. Dream over. Reality struck and it was hard to accept at first. I don't blame Candace at all for causing the disqualification. I blame the system that allowed it to happen.
She and Lucas Balkan will have one hell of a title match sooner than later. The winner of that should defend against Emerson… if there's enough of him left of him once my shift is over on Tuesday. I won't make any promises that I can't keep. What I can promise is I will fight until I am unable to. Are you prepared to do the same, Emerson? I sure would like you to put up more of a fight than last month.
Please, friend.
Well… that's all you get. No heartwarming story about my kid. No repetitive monologue about my love for God or whatever. No falafel recipe or a list of countries I've eaten pretzels. I'm just a guy… who is going to beat up another guy… in Barrowland Ballroom in Glasgow, Scotland.
Falls count anywhere?.
Meh.
I guess this is God's plan.
