Post by hunter on Sept 27, 2006 20:32:04 GMT -5
Sitting at the kitchen table, I had my head lowered, resting on my arm. It's been a few days since Trauama, and things are getting hotter and hotter it would seem. I'm sure Lantlas is thinking long and hard about this match too, I can't really blame him. Despite what Prophet brought upon at Trauma, I made my name, I'm making my way back to the top like I said. But, I'm underdog now, aren't I? Not for long though, not even close. I may at one time have thought of Lantlas as a good champion, maybe even a great champion, but not anymore. Nope. I've seen the travesty he has brought upon PCW, and it makes me sick. It truly does. A very long time ago, I ran this company, I was the top dog. See, unlike Lantlas, I didn't need the championship to be the best, I didn't need anyone to tell me I was the best, I just was. When you looked around you saw the jealousy, the hate they all had for me, and why? Becuase, I came in, and I ruled this place. Some say I didn't earn my dues, but I earned my dues years before that, and now it was my time to rule over the world. You had people like Divine, Prophet, Ace, LoKi, many, many names who started before me, and then...here I came, out of no where, destroying any and every member that came in, including the man I was forced to team with, Ace Anderson. He was the pinnacle of this industry, and who made him what he was? I did.
And, now I'm the underdog?
Heh.
People look at it how they want, the truth of the matter is this match? It's already been decided. The champion falls to what some see at this moment as a mid-carder, because my attitude, it took a downfall. I didn't care, and I wans't going to care either, but that was until all of this came about. Things changed, drastically at that. And, Lantlas? He was going to pay, he was going to be the man I brought the figurative 'hammer' down on this pitiful man. I understood he was going through his own personal hell, and that's just great, just fucking dandy, but guess what? He could take all his anger, all his love, all his passion, all his fury, all his depression, and take his hammer down upon me, but I would not falter, I will not falter, and I will not...and I say this to myself time and again, I will not accept defeat, especially at the hands of a mediocre individual who deserved nothing more than to rot in a pool of his own fucking blood.
If I were to say this out loud in front of a camera it wouldn't make much sense, now would it? He was a man who was nothing more than a selfish little bastard. He wanted everything. The perfect life, and see I was the same way, I wanted that, but I realized something, I really did. And, though, I came back to PCW for one reason, and one reason alone to push the young talent, I won't do it anymore, not because of my own selfish ways, but to rid PCW of this travesty of a champion. To show PCW what a little man he was, how pathetic he was. How, in the grand scheme of it all he was nothing more than a little lost boy, and I would help him find his way home, one way or another, one way or another.
Let's look at it through the years. For years, and years, for fifthteen fucking years I've been in this industry, and one thing remained the same. I was on top. I was a soldier marching through the mud day in and day out, killing every soldier who stood in my way, who stood in the way of my country, my homeland. And, I always that top soldier, purple hearts, you know the deal, I had them all, and that meant I was the best, but yet...I was still killing men. I was destroying lives, not only theirs, but their families, and I took pride in it? Yes, I did. I was the best, and I still am. And, things don't change, not one bit. Not one fucking second do they change. Lantlas? He's gonna pay, I guarantee that. Right here, right now. Lantlas' life? It's over. Every bit of hapiness, every glimpse of joy that was left in his heart after 'beating' me? It's gone. Lantlas', his life as he knew has come to an end, and even within my mind it was only a metaphor, it's on. And, I'll ruin it. Becuase, I am the best at what I do. There is no one better. Not Lantlas. Not anyone in that Championship match. Not anyone in this company. Not a single fucking soul is better than me. No one. And, now....now Lantlas goes down as he falls to my feet, and I proclaim my greatness, and I take my life to the next level. I take my career back in my hands, and I regain that championship like I deserve. It doesn't matter who you are, it doesn't matter what you bring to the ring.
I, Sean Hunter AM the best.
And, so the war begins.
Standing up from the table, I looked around, twice at that, and it just felt..I don't know. Either way, I rubbed the back of my head, and walked my way to the fridge, and I opened it up. Looking around for my soda.
"Who ever drank the last one is going to feel Deas Balls."
Closing the door shut, I walked away.
And, now I'm the underdog?
Heh.
People look at it how they want, the truth of the matter is this match? It's already been decided. The champion falls to what some see at this moment as a mid-carder, because my attitude, it took a downfall. I didn't care, and I wans't going to care either, but that was until all of this came about. Things changed, drastically at that. And, Lantlas? He was going to pay, he was going to be the man I brought the figurative 'hammer' down on this pitiful man. I understood he was going through his own personal hell, and that's just great, just fucking dandy, but guess what? He could take all his anger, all his love, all his passion, all his fury, all his depression, and take his hammer down upon me, but I would not falter, I will not falter, and I will not...and I say this to myself time and again, I will not accept defeat, especially at the hands of a mediocre individual who deserved nothing more than to rot in a pool of his own fucking blood.
If I were to say this out loud in front of a camera it wouldn't make much sense, now would it? He was a man who was nothing more than a selfish little bastard. He wanted everything. The perfect life, and see I was the same way, I wanted that, but I realized something, I really did. And, though, I came back to PCW for one reason, and one reason alone to push the young talent, I won't do it anymore, not because of my own selfish ways, but to rid PCW of this travesty of a champion. To show PCW what a little man he was, how pathetic he was. How, in the grand scheme of it all he was nothing more than a little lost boy, and I would help him find his way home, one way or another, one way or another.
Let's look at it through the years. For years, and years, for fifthteen fucking years I've been in this industry, and one thing remained the same. I was on top. I was a soldier marching through the mud day in and day out, killing every soldier who stood in my way, who stood in the way of my country, my homeland. And, I always that top soldier, purple hearts, you know the deal, I had them all, and that meant I was the best, but yet...I was still killing men. I was destroying lives, not only theirs, but their families, and I took pride in it? Yes, I did. I was the best, and I still am. And, things don't change, not one bit. Not one fucking second do they change. Lantlas? He's gonna pay, I guarantee that. Right here, right now. Lantlas' life? It's over. Every bit of hapiness, every glimpse of joy that was left in his heart after 'beating' me? It's gone. Lantlas', his life as he knew has come to an end, and even within my mind it was only a metaphor, it's on. And, I'll ruin it. Becuase, I am the best at what I do. There is no one better. Not Lantlas. Not anyone in that Championship match. Not anyone in this company. Not a single fucking soul is better than me. No one. And, now....now Lantlas goes down as he falls to my feet, and I proclaim my greatness, and I take my life to the next level. I take my career back in my hands, and I regain that championship like I deserve. It doesn't matter who you are, it doesn't matter what you bring to the ring.
I, Sean Hunter AM the best.
And, so the war begins.
Standing up from the table, I looked around, twice at that, and it just felt..I don't know. Either way, I rubbed the back of my head, and walked my way to the fridge, and I opened it up. Looking around for my soda.
"Who ever drank the last one is going to feel Deas Balls."
Closing the door shut, I walked away.