Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2015 16:25:44 GMT -5
I sat down in my front yard, as a stray cat wandered across the street and onto my lawn. Looking into his lost, lonely eyes, I could only think of one thing.
Me.
This poor, skinny, forgotten mess of a creature was left behind by his own mother, doomed to wander the streets alone for the rest of his life. In a lot of ways, me and this cat are similar. Alone. Friendless. No family.
I look at him, shaking and jittering as he struggles to walk. The cat has a limp on his back leg, which gives him another similarity to me.
He's in constant pain.
See, I don't know if anybody knows, but every morning when I wake up, I am in pain. When I show up to work, I'm in pain. When I wrestle, I'm in pain. Every waking moment of my life, inside, I'm aching. I'm hurting. I'm bleeding. I'm in pain. I'm just like that stray cat. I'm a lost, forgotten about, tortured soul doomed to spend the rest of his days in a mental exile, on the borderline of insanity, barely managing to not lose my mind every single second of my life.
I moved a little bit closer to him, but he instantly backed away and ran up the streets, and this made me realise that me and this cat aren't similar at all. He was shitting himself at the thought of me coming closer, so he ran away.
Whereas, I don't run away from any challengers, and that's exactly what Daniel Kirkbride will find out at New Dawn.
If you think that you're aggressive and violent, just wait until you get in the ring with me. You're looking at a man who physically sucked the life out of Shapiro. You're looking at a man that went toe-to-toe with quite possibly the most physically imposing man in all of the WFWF, Devilkiller, and slapped him right in his deformed face. I'm like nothing you've ever faced before, Daniel, you do realise that, right? Whenever you do something bad, does that linger in the back of your mind? Does the fact that you turned your back on Joe Bishop at Ascension torture your brain because you realise what you've done? It does. And I know it does. Because when I look into your eyes, just like I did with that cat, I see one thing.
A pretender.
A phonie.
A fake.
A poser.
You are a façade of a human being, trying to pass himself off as a poor-mans Axel Thornstowe.
There's only room for one angry, reckless, bastard around here, and his name is Axel Thornstowe.
You'll find out exactly why they call me the new face of crazy.
Me.
This poor, skinny, forgotten mess of a creature was left behind by his own mother, doomed to wander the streets alone for the rest of his life. In a lot of ways, me and this cat are similar. Alone. Friendless. No family.
I look at him, shaking and jittering as he struggles to walk. The cat has a limp on his back leg, which gives him another similarity to me.
He's in constant pain.
See, I don't know if anybody knows, but every morning when I wake up, I am in pain. When I show up to work, I'm in pain. When I wrestle, I'm in pain. Every waking moment of my life, inside, I'm aching. I'm hurting. I'm bleeding. I'm in pain. I'm just like that stray cat. I'm a lost, forgotten about, tortured soul doomed to spend the rest of his days in a mental exile, on the borderline of insanity, barely managing to not lose my mind every single second of my life.
I moved a little bit closer to him, but he instantly backed away and ran up the streets, and this made me realise that me and this cat aren't similar at all. He was shitting himself at the thought of me coming closer, so he ran away.
Whereas, I don't run away from any challengers, and that's exactly what Daniel Kirkbride will find out at New Dawn.
If you think that you're aggressive and violent, just wait until you get in the ring with me. You're looking at a man who physically sucked the life out of Shapiro. You're looking at a man that went toe-to-toe with quite possibly the most physically imposing man in all of the WFWF, Devilkiller, and slapped him right in his deformed face. I'm like nothing you've ever faced before, Daniel, you do realise that, right? Whenever you do something bad, does that linger in the back of your mind? Does the fact that you turned your back on Joe Bishop at Ascension torture your brain because you realise what you've done? It does. And I know it does. Because when I look into your eyes, just like I did with that cat, I see one thing.
A pretender.
A phonie.
A fake.
A poser.
You are a façade of a human being, trying to pass himself off as a poor-mans Axel Thornstowe.
There's only room for one angry, reckless, bastard around here, and his name is Axel Thornstowe.
You'll find out exactly why they call me the new face of crazy.