Post by Yukio Blaze on Apr 11, 2014 18:34:28 GMT -5
----------For Robin and Grayson----------
Not so long ago in a galaxy that is well......our own galaxy. This isnt some alternate universe. Its our own time dammit. So you got it? Learn it, know it, live it.
Okay, now that that's over, I can get down to brass tacks. Well where was I...oh yeah.
So here it goes......
There was a man that didnt have much going for him. He wasnt the biggest, baddest, or beast like. He was the best. He was the best all around. Everyone knew it but never would say anything. It would be heard around the water cooler, almost as it it was a secret. He was something special, yet at the same time, he could be called just an "ordinary guy" but with a very troubled past.
He hailed from Flint, Michigan.
The son of a mechanic and a nurse.
The brother to a sister and brother.
The nephew of a lawyer.
The husband of a very loving wife.
The uncle of the ten year old girl that wanted to become a princess.
Dad died. (Chet Spencer)
Wife died. (Jessie Spencer)
Niece died. (Jolie Watkins)
He never cheated.
He never stole.
He was cheated in life.
His life was stolen from him.
His life was shattered. Sure his mom and uncle were alive but those two alone couldn't keep him from ruining his life.
Alcohol
Drugs
Suicide Attempts
were the center of his universe. They replaced his love ones.
He was eager to succeed.
He was chipper to create chaos.
He wanted to die.
He did die.
He however came back.
A little different.
A little war torn.
A little broken.
A little ready.
There is always that moment when YES, WHAT, NO, BULLSH*T are chanted during the night but what about the THIS IS AWESOME, YOU DESERVE THIS, and YU-KI-O are being belted out like lyrics to a song.
That is what he lived for.
It was the "moment".
Every person that has ever stepped in a squared circle has had a "moment"
It could be a loss.
It could be a win.
It could be a tie.
All that matters is the "moment".
Without it, you are nothing.
You are a mere mortal.
You could die at any time.
But if you do what little thing, the fountain of youth is yours.
Immortality.
That is something that cannot be bought.
That is something that cannot be summoned.
It is earned.
Well earned at that.
Hardcore
Tag Team
International
Throws those away.
Think about endurance.
Think about that exact moment when you saw the 360 shooting star for the first time.
The barbed wire singapore cane.
The losses.
The blood.
The chants.
The people that loved and admired that man.
The Random Hero
The Triple Threat Messiah
The Mat Magician
The Hall of Famer.
Think about all the moments you shared with him.
Blood.
Sweat.
Tears.
Smiles.
Frowns.
The emotion that you and him shared.
It was uncanny.
It was a thrill.
It was awesome.
We have been with him since the beginning. That's what makes this rollercoaster, one hell of a ride.
It doesnt get that much more real than this.
He was the right man for the job but no one cared to notice.
He was unique.
He did his own thing.
People bitched.
People complained.
Its funny, you can talk all the smack you want on a keyboard but would you do it face to face? Just think it over for a minute.
Who's to say he didnt lose on purpose?
Who's to say that he really wasnt Stephen King obn the other side and all of you were getting punked for almost ten years?
He enjoyed every minute, of every match, of every moment the WFWF had to offer.
He really learned a lot from everyone.
It was fun.
Very fun.
It was like going outside on a summers night, looking up to the sky to see all the stars.
Some danced.
Most stayed stationary.
Some made cool shapes and objects.
but at the end of the night, every star will be there every single night. Even if there are obstructed by something.
I'm still gonna be here no matter what.
I dont care if I win.
I dont care if I lose.
I'm older. I'm grizzled. I'm ready.
You were expecting something traditional.
I laugh at Traditional.
Yukio Blaze aka Jeff Spencer was a complex man. He did everything to the beat of his own drum.............
Not so long ago in a galaxy that is well......our own galaxy. This isnt some alternate universe. Its our own time dammit. So you got it? Learn it, know it, live it.
Okay, now that that's over, I can get down to brass tacks. Well where was I...oh yeah.
So here it goes......
There was a man that didnt have much going for him. He wasnt the biggest, baddest, or beast like. He was the best. He was the best all around. Everyone knew it but never would say anything. It would be heard around the water cooler, almost as it it was a secret. He was something special, yet at the same time, he could be called just an "ordinary guy" but with a very troubled past.
He hailed from Flint, Michigan.
The son of a mechanic and a nurse.
The brother to a sister and brother.
The nephew of a lawyer.
The husband of a very loving wife.
The uncle of the ten year old girl that wanted to become a princess.
Dad died. (Chet Spencer)
Wife died. (Jessie Spencer)
Niece died. (Jolie Watkins)
He never cheated.
He never stole.
He was cheated in life.
His life was stolen from him.
His life was shattered. Sure his mom and uncle were alive but those two alone couldn't keep him from ruining his life.
Alcohol
Drugs
Suicide Attempts
were the center of his universe. They replaced his love ones.
He was eager to succeed.
He was chipper to create chaos.
He wanted to die.
He did die.
He however came back.
A little different.
A little war torn.
A little broken.
A little ready.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was thinking about this the other day....
REMEMBER when I had long hair?
REMEMBER the face paint?
REMEMBER the god awful singlet?
I REMEMBER all of it.
That was the first night I was a WFWF Superstar.
I had the looks of a curtain jerker.
I had the persona of a stuffed duck.
I had the abilities of a rabid platypus.
I was never gonna be a savior.
I was never gonna be the "guy"
I was never supposed to last.
I was never, never, never, ever, ever, ever
For all intents and purposes, I was supposed to be a laughing stock never-can-be (well I was during the Drakz and Kyzer era. The two of them hated me with a passion. I'm really surprised they never fired me but then again, at the time we would have all gotten fired due to none of us being able to pass a piss test)
See what I did there.
I spoke the truth.
Truth hurts.
Truth is real.
We were all hot messes. Some more-so than others.
So yeah, I was never gonna be anything.
I was never gonna be a champion.
Alex Astounding
Justa Mazing
Johnny Michaels
ZMaster
"Man of The Hour" Josh
Tha CBT
Los Hobos
The UIA
Master of Destruction
Total Apocalypse
Thunder
Drakz
Thunder
Now those were guys that were destined for greatness.
Those men were part of Superbrawl III
I was part of Superbrawl III.
I opened Superbrawl III.
I won a match to get a National Championship Match at Survival of the Fittest 2005.
I was never supposed to outlast nor achieve what most of them men did.
My name was never supposed to be uttered along with theirs.
ME
ZMASTER
DRAKZ
THUNDER
Phillip Schneider (OBO)
ALL under ONE roof at Superbrawl VIII
We are the dying breed.
We are the old guys.
We are the STARS.
Count all of us up.
How many Championships combined?
How many Superbrawl moments?
How many years?
We are the guys.
We are the STARS.
It just blows my mind.
Cigar to the eye...
Kick to the head....
Thrown over a balcony.....
Kidnapping......
Humiliating display after another.....
I'm still here.
I'm still wrasslin'
I still have what it takes.
I'M THE GODDAMN CHAMPION
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was thinking about this the other day....
REMEMBER when I had long hair?
REMEMBER the face paint?
REMEMBER the god awful singlet?
I REMEMBER all of it.
That was the first night I was a WFWF Superstar.
I had the looks of a curtain jerker.
I had the persona of a stuffed duck.
I had the abilities of a rabid platypus.
I was never gonna be a savior.
I was never gonna be the "guy"
I was never supposed to last.
I was never, never, never, ever, ever, ever
For all intents and purposes, I was supposed to be a laughing stock never-can-be (well I was during the Drakz and Kyzer era. The two of them hated me with a passion. I'm really surprised they never fired me but then again, at the time we would have all gotten fired due to none of us being able to pass a piss test)
See what I did there.
I spoke the truth.
Truth hurts.
Truth is real.
We were all hot messes. Some more-so than others.
So yeah, I was never gonna be anything.
I was never gonna be a champion.
Alex Astounding
Justa Mazing
Johnny Michaels
ZMaster
"Man of The Hour" Josh
Tha CBT
Los Hobos
The UIA
Master of Destruction
Total Apocalypse
Thunder
Drakz
Thunder
Now those were guys that were destined for greatness.
Those men were part of Superbrawl III
I was part of Superbrawl III.
I opened Superbrawl III.
I won a match to get a National Championship Match at Survival of the Fittest 2005.
I was never supposed to outlast nor achieve what most of them men did.
My name was never supposed to be uttered along with theirs.
ME
ZMASTER
DRAKZ
THUNDER
Phillip Schneider (OBO)
ALL under ONE roof at Superbrawl VIII
We are the dying breed.
We are the old guys.
We are the STARS.
Count all of us up.
How many Championships combined?
How many Superbrawl moments?
How many years?
We are the guys.
We are the STARS.
It just blows my mind.
Cigar to the eye...
Kick to the head....
Thrown over a balcony.....
Kidnapping......
Humiliating display after another.....
I'm still here.
I'm still wrasslin'
I still have what it takes.
I'M THE GODDAMN CHAMPION
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There is always that moment when YES, WHAT, NO, BULLSH*T are chanted during the night but what about the THIS IS AWESOME, YOU DESERVE THIS, and YU-KI-O are being belted out like lyrics to a song.
That is what he lived for.
It was the "moment".
Every person that has ever stepped in a squared circle has had a "moment"
It could be a loss.
It could be a win.
It could be a tie.
All that matters is the "moment".
Without it, you are nothing.
You are a mere mortal.
You could die at any time.
But if you do what little thing, the fountain of youth is yours.
Immortality.
That is something that cannot be bought.
That is something that cannot be summoned.
It is earned.
Well earned at that.
Hardcore
Tag Team
International
Throws those away.
Think about endurance.
Think about that exact moment when you saw the 360 shooting star for the first time.
The barbed wire singapore cane.
The losses.
The blood.
The chants.
The people that loved and admired that man.
The Random Hero
The Triple Threat Messiah
The Mat Magician
The Hall of Famer.
Think about all the moments you shared with him.
Blood.
Sweat.
Tears.
Smiles.
Frowns.
The emotion that you and him shared.
It was uncanny.
It was a thrill.
It was awesome.
We have been with him since the beginning. That's what makes this rollercoaster, one hell of a ride.
It doesnt get that much more real than this.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Trace Demon
High Horror
Who would have thought that two men that were once part of the House Show circuit would be headlining Superbrawl.
It blows my mind.
Pupils.
Kinda Pupils.
Its not like I trained them.
But I did help bring them up.
That's the really cool part.
That's what makes this job awesome.
I can help a kid one day and a few years later, he is hanging me upside down with pours flowing out of my body.
Then there is Shawn.
Shawn will be Shawn.
He will forever be High Horror.
Haha!!!!!
Speaking of young kids.
Joe Bishop reminds me of David Williams.
Now there was a kid.
That kid was awesome.
He had what it takes.
Did he take his ball and go home?
Did he puss out?
NO
NO
Not in my eyes.
Williams was a cool cat.
God forbid I even say this.
Even with all his flaws, Joe Bishop is a very cool cat.
He needs to be looked at differently.
I'm talking like in a very good way.
I'm shooting from the heart.
He may be caught up with Solomon and those guys but he has a good head on those shoulders.
Hell, he eliminated me from the Rumble.
That takes balls.
That takes dedication.
That takes talent.
It takes talent to wrestle at Superbrawl.
I'm honored to be facing off with you at Superbrawl. I know everyone wants me to talk down to you. They want me to beat you. This match means more than that.
I'm not gonna diss you.
I want a straight up awesome contest between us. I want to show the world that you are the next generation.
Lets face it, my time in the WFWF is almost over. I cannot be doing this forever. I want a suitable replacement.
That's why this match means so much more than just the International Championship.
I want you to show me you want this more.
I want you to show me this company will be in good hands long after I'm or most of us veterans are gone.
I need comforting.
I need confidence.
I need to know that this is real and that you are real.
I've been doing this for quite some time.
I've been watching.
I've been waiting.
After everything that I've ever done in the WFWF, there is only one thing I would really like to be remembered for.
Not as Champion.
Not as Owner. (oh snap, I just broke the fourth wall again)
Not as a Jackass.
Not as a Loser.
But as the guy that did the House Show circuit right. I want to be known as the guy who did that right.
Possessed Child
Rodriguez
High Horror
Trace Demon
Christian Shield
Jay Mayhem
Slash
David Williams
I want to be known as the guy who helped the other guys.
I want to be known as the guy who gave the outcast a chance.
NO ONE
I MEAN NO ONE
Gave a damn about me.
I wanted to do something different.
I gave all of you a chance.
Bishop. Here is your chance.
Make yourself famous kid.
Shut all the assh*les up.
Show off and back it up.
Beat me.
DO IT.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Trace Demon
High Horror
Who would have thought that two men that were once part of the House Show circuit would be headlining Superbrawl.
It blows my mind.
Pupils.
Kinda Pupils.
Its not like I trained them.
But I did help bring them up.
That's the really cool part.
That's what makes this job awesome.
I can help a kid one day and a few years later, he is hanging me upside down with pours flowing out of my body.
Then there is Shawn.
Shawn will be Shawn.
He will forever be High Horror.
Haha!!!!!
Speaking of young kids.
Joe Bishop reminds me of David Williams.
Now there was a kid.
That kid was awesome.
He had what it takes.
Did he take his ball and go home?
Did he puss out?
NO
NO
Not in my eyes.
Williams was a cool cat.
God forbid I even say this.
Even with all his flaws, Joe Bishop is a very cool cat.
He needs to be looked at differently.
I'm talking like in a very good way.
I'm shooting from the heart.
He may be caught up with Solomon and those guys but he has a good head on those shoulders.
Hell, he eliminated me from the Rumble.
That takes balls.
That takes dedication.
That takes talent.
It takes talent to wrestle at Superbrawl.
I'm honored to be facing off with you at Superbrawl. I know everyone wants me to talk down to you. They want me to beat you. This match means more than that.
I'm not gonna diss you.
I want a straight up awesome contest between us. I want to show the world that you are the next generation.
Lets face it, my time in the WFWF is almost over. I cannot be doing this forever. I want a suitable replacement.
That's why this match means so much more than just the International Championship.
I want you to show me you want this more.
I want you to show me this company will be in good hands long after I'm or most of us veterans are gone.
I need comforting.
I need confidence.
I need to know that this is real and that you are real.
I've been doing this for quite some time.
I've been watching.
I've been waiting.
After everything that I've ever done in the WFWF, there is only one thing I would really like to be remembered for.
Not as Champion.
Not as Owner. (oh snap, I just broke the fourth wall again)
Not as a Jackass.
Not as a Loser.
But as the guy that did the House Show circuit right. I want to be known as the guy who did that right.
Possessed Child
Rodriguez
High Horror
Trace Demon
Christian Shield
Jay Mayhem
Slash
David Williams
I want to be known as the guy who helped the other guys.
I want to be known as the guy who gave the outcast a chance.
NO ONE
I MEAN NO ONE
Gave a damn about me.
I wanted to do something different.
I gave all of you a chance.
Bishop. Here is your chance.
Make yourself famous kid.
Shut all the assh*les up.
Show off and back it up.
Beat me.
DO IT.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He was the right man for the job but no one cared to notice.
He was unique.
He did his own thing.
People bitched.
People complained.
Its funny, you can talk all the smack you want on a keyboard but would you do it face to face? Just think it over for a minute.
Who's to say he didnt lose on purpose?
Who's to say that he really wasnt Stephen King obn the other side and all of you were getting punked for almost ten years?
He enjoyed every minute, of every match, of every moment the WFWF had to offer.
He really learned a lot from everyone.
It was fun.
Very fun.
It was like going outside on a summers night, looking up to the sky to see all the stars.
Some danced.
Most stayed stationary.
Some made cool shapes and objects.
but at the end of the night, every star will be there every single night. Even if there are obstructed by something.
I'm still gonna be here no matter what.
I dont care if I win.
I dont care if I lose.
I'm older. I'm grizzled. I'm ready.
You were expecting something traditional.
I laugh at Traditional.
Yukio Blaze aka Jeff Spencer was a complex man. He did everything to the beat of his own drum.............
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Come on Bishop.
Beat me.
Take this International Championship.
Say you did it.
I'm begging you. End this.
I want to have a happy ending.
I'm tired.
TAKE IT DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!
[/font][/b]Come on Bishop.
Beat me.
Take this International Championship.
Say you did it.
I'm begging you. End this.
I want to have a happy ending.
I'm tired.
TAKE IT DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!
