Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2020 15:26:06 GMT -5
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Candace wants to brag that she's a reigning and defending SFT Intercontinental title. She may want to boast about this fantasy of hers but this little lady has been awful quiet this past week and a half. I expected that from her and up until right now; she considered waiting until the end to get some words in before our match, if we could call it a match...
And now that Candace has finally opened her mouth, I'm wondering, how in the heck is this championship material? Since when did the meek have the right to call themselves, "A Champion"?
The Answer: Never!
Honestly, it's a damn good thing that I've got no desire or use for the SFT Intercontinental title, because if I had wanted it. Candace would've already known what I know, that her "mildly" impressive run where she's holding the SFT Intercontinental title, would be over. She would have fumbled her opportunity to remain the representative of this shitty championship. Which brings me to the fact that Candace, is not a champion. This shiny new toy of SFT's, she's nothing more than a placeholder for either a better placeholder or a REAL champion.
The reason I say this, it's because Candace has done nothing to show that she's a, "defending champion". Heck, she could have came out and said that her not defending the SFT Intercontinental title against me (Rumpke) doesn't sit well with her so she was going to correct that error made and would in fact defend the SFT IC title, because Candace claims to be a defending champion but did she say anything of the sort? No the, "Defending Champion" (*Rumpke fakes a cough while he says, "Bullshit"*), didn't say a word about it and now; it's too late for her to do so. So much for Candace being a champion of any kind...
Heck, this little lass, she waited all of this time on both matches I was, "suppose to have with her", to actually come at me, which is sad. Yet to make matters worse, when she finally does muster up the courage to say something. Candace finds a way to screw herself and we'll get into that, a bit later...
Regardless of why Candace is being so meek, I'm telling you all right now; that I will pummel SFT's shiny new toy to the point where she'll no longer look the same in SFT's eyes. Everyone watching, they'll see the Candace that I'm looking at, which isn't the grand spectacle that she'd like all of you to believe. You'll all see the fragile little girl behind this, so-called, champion...
Here's a fact for you Candace, every day that passed without a word from someone who wants to proclaim themselves, "a leader", of talent; Which is exactly what a champion is "sugar", they're a leader... Each day that you've waited, shows the same hesitation that I had given you shit about during Bad Abundance. It not only shows me that you've not really changed much at all but it also speaks volumes at the lack of confidence you've got coming into this match which in turn also reverts back to your questionable champion status.
This whole time, you've been masquerading around SFT and ICW as if you were a confident individual but it's clear that "mask" of yours; isn't here now. Candace, your lack of action, is once again, hurting the image you're trying to portray. Your lack of actions has also shown me that you struggle to lead, once again, as a champion should do...
Candace, this whole time and the last, where you quietly waited, trying to think of how to approach a match with me; as each dawn gave birth to the sun, and while each dusk saw the once bright stars light fade away. I have been here, patiently observing you and it's clear to me that you've learned nothing since the last time I picked you apart at Bad Abundance. Yes Candace, that's exactly what happened, and it's still happening right now at this very moment.
Candace, you were the last remaining hope for ICW, up against a giant (Redd) as well as a relentlessly unpredictable hardcore brawler. Don't let the pretense of my disqualification that night fool your warped mind. That two on one situation you'd found yourself in that night, it was one of those situations where you could of picked your poison and either way; Candace and ICW, they were going to lose.
It didn't matter which one of us (Redd or myself) were left in the ring. Both of us had you dead to rights. Candace, you were stuck in between a rock and a hard place; completely helpless, much like a deer glaring at a pair of headlights coming it's way. There was no getting away and yes, I know that I disqualified myself (The damn referee should've minded their own business!) but you know what? There were two people that evening who didn't get pinned. One was Redd, the other was me while you were just like everyone else in that match; You had been pinned!
I'm mentioning this because there's been whispers in the back that you'd like to challenge Redd while I've already heard you come out to say, you've faced the best SFT has to offer which was and still is a lie. You've faced a former champion as well as other former placeholders much like yourself and yes; The former champion I'm referring to is Emerson who has the potential to be a stout leader one day. Yet, even though you had beaten him and the other trivial individuals. At the time, when you were trying to pump your accomplishments up to be more than reality would see them, you had honestly only scratched the surface of SFT.
Yet, I get it Candace, I understand that you've got to build yourself up because you've honestly not done much here at all. So you have to try to make others believe that you're more important than you truly are.
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Around and around we go as we descend into this rabbit hole which begins to show itself for what it truly is. The fact is this, none of us are important, to each other; but to SFT, itself... That's a different story, this place, it's got to feed off of souls to survive and when looking at this harsh reality. You'll all know what some of us already understand. Someone like Candace is just as important as Robert Saints and someone like Jamo; they too are just as crucial to SFT's survival as Rumpke. SFT, it has to survive, it's got to be fed and when you truly see this place for what it actually is. Your outlook will totally change...
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Candace, do you know who else still tries to build them self up like you've tried to do? Louis Cypher, both of you seem to have wavering confidence despite the masquerading you two have done and that's where yours and his, "bravado", share similarities. Yet, you might of seen how well that worked out for him, eh? His bravado, it didn't work... Much like yours wont. You've clocked in right before I'll clock you out, buttercup...
Now, is where you tell me that you're not anything like Louis Cypher and on the surface, I'd agree Candace; both of you are very much different, yet everyone's core will reveal who a person truly is through actions. Which is what speaks louder than words and it's through these in-deliberate activities that you've both shown me one thing. Neither of you are nearly as good as you'd like to portray.
Yet, at least little ole Louis Cypher had the fortitude to actually try to lead me from the very beginning. That piss-ant, he didn't sit back and wait for me to grab him by the hand so I could show him where we were going with the match. The poor chap (Cypher), he already knew where a match with me goes. It's all about forcefully putting your opponent on their ass with shoot, not dazzle them with fancy words. Louis Cypher already understood that he was getting in well over his head, yet he tried and I respect his attempt.
However, you Candace... Here we are, deadline is looming and you've mostly been quiet yet the little you chose to say was garbage. You chose to come out and display your eloquent words but in the end, none of them said much at all. Which tells me that you were likely, "casting a line in the water", fishing for a place to start because in the end Candace; the untold truth is, you need to be led.
Fear not though Candace, I've now grabbed you by the hand, just like I have many individuals before you and I'm forcefully pulling you to a place you'd rather not go; inside the woodshed. Where awful things happen to snot-nosed punks and arrogantly pompous divas like yourself.
Candace, I'm glad that you're not wanting to beat me because you're not able to at this time. The truth is, I'm on a whole different level than you are. I know you'd like to believe I'm lying to you but the proof is in the puddin. You've constantly lacked drive to push yourself and your opponents harder while I come in and smack a person like a bitch to get them going.
Candace, you wouldn't of had a chance in any of the matches we've been in, ESPECIALLY, the Backstage brawl. It'd be wise if you'd thank god that I got sick when I did, instead of pretending like the Bubonic Plague was an excuse for me to not have a match with you when I would've obliterated you (with ease) in a hardcore setting. Candace, you've got very little clue of what I can and will do to you in those matches. I'm so much worse in a hardcore style match Candace... You've got me in a standard match and you should also thank god for this as well...
Instead, you'd like to win my heart? So you could help me? What are you going to help me with Candace? My addictions? You'd like to see me be more like you? Forget it, that's not going to happen so get that fantasy out of your head.
Candace, remember a bit ago, when I said we'd get back to "Candace finds a way to screw herself and we'll get into that, a bit later"? Well, we're at that moment now precious... You've had almost a week and half to come out with something good just like you had the last time I gave you some handicap, yet once again; you have nothing substantial to throw out there. Only random bullshit that has nothing or very little to do with our match...
Aren't champions suppose to inspire people? Yes, they are Candace. You're just like you were the last time I was actually in the ring with you. You're still that lost deer staring into the light and you don't have a clue what's about to hit you!
If you're going to wait all of this time, to come out, then next time; don't be so damn nice... After all, aren't you supposed to be a, "Mega Heel"? Psshhh... If we could even call you a heel at all, then you'd be a, "meek heel". Especially when you come up against me; A "heel". There's no, "Mega", "sadistic", or "fully-fledged" in there; I don't need to tell anyone, anything more to make myself seem, "grand" Candace. The reason for this is because everyone will see exactly what I am through my actions.
"The cracks in your armor are starting to show..." said by me, to you at Bad Abundance. Guess what Candace, those cracks that I spoke of, they've now became holes and now; that awe inspiring image that you'd like to pretend you've got. That mask, it's no longer there Candace and you're looking more vulnerable than ever.
In closing I'm going to say that there's honestly no excuse for you being such a piss poor, "placeholder", that's the truth. Furthermore; measly title defenses doesn't make you championship material. Remember that the next time you'd like to boast about meaningless accomplishments; okay? Also, be thankful Candace, that you're not defending your title against me... I'll see you soon, cupcake!
