Post by thesouthsidekid on Jul 10, 2007 0:11:57 GMT -5
Part 1: Journal Entry.
Champion’s Log: Day 1
July 8th, 2007
Dear Log:
It’s been a hectic ride over these last few weeks, and honestly, it has all been nothing more than a big blur. But let’s recap if I can. Three weeks ago, I went back home because I was informed of a family situation. It was to find out that the only person that I care about left in this world, Amy Anderson, my trainer’s widow, had developed breast cancer. When I got the news of that, my heart sank. I felt in no condition to compete, and I still fully don’t to this day because my focus is elsewhere rather than in the ring. While she could’ve been mourning and complaining and question why God has decided to do this to her, she was more worried about me, and my match with CBT for the International Title. She told me to give it my all and for that night, I did. And I won.
Log, I have to tell you that being the International Champion, I thought that it would be a dream, and that it is, but it is bittersweet. It’s exciting because going around the country, people now know me. They want to see me, they want to get their picture taken with me. Making appearances on talk shows, I mean I had just done an episode of Regis and Kelly where I taught Regis Philben how to do the cross face chicken wing portion of the Franchiser, that was fun, and I was told we made a lot of money off that segment. It’s all been great.
But then there is the other side of the fame, instead of being the hunter; I’m now the hunted it seems. Everyone and their mother is after me now trying to get my belt. Couple that with the media, they can be good for exposure to the masses, but also really bad, because I’m finding they will do anything to catch you in a bad situation. It makes it hard to stay focused.
Then there is everything that is going on with Amy. Her chemo has been hellacious on her and me both. He moods are various depending on the strength of the medicine. I haven’t been prepare for matches the way I’d like to, perfect example of this is when I got my ass completely stomped into the ground by McGurk. I’ve asked myself why, how? Why did I not give anymore than what I did, and how the hell could I just sit there and get my ass handed to me the way I did? One thing came to my mind, and that was my mind was off wrestling, and on Amy and her treatments. I almost wanted to no show Felo De Se against McGurk because my heart wasn’t in it. I had the phone in my hand and almost called McGurk, but I decided that Amy wouldn’t want that from me. So I showed up, but I got my ass beat.
Is it worth it to me right now? I have asked myself that everyday; the height of not only my popularity, but of my achievements, and it’s been derailed slightly by this. So what should I do? Do I forfeit the International Title to Thunder, and take some time off to get through this with Amy, no matter what happens to her, or do I continue to fight, knowing that I am not gonna be able to put 100 percent into it?
Part 2: Chemo
The sun was bright and high into the sky as I woke up in my bed on that Monday morning. Felo De Se was hellacious. I was matched up against Wayne McGurk in the main event. Boy did I get my ass beat too. I opened my eyes to the bright sun, and I tried to raise my head up off the pillow, but a shooting pain went through my neck. In the match itself, I got tossed around pretty badly. I tried once again to raise my head up, but my neck pain was almost too overbearing. I slumped back down into the pillow. I couldn’t move my legs, my arms, nothing. I just lay there, thinking of how I could make it out of bed today.
Damn that sun is bright. Man, McGurk sure beat my ass. I can’t even feel my legs or arms. Am I paralyzed? No it can’t be, if it was, how did I get here? But McGurk did drop me on my head pretty hard in the match. Well ok, so it was multiple times, I lost count. Damn, crap! Should I call for help? Who the hell is gonna help me, I’m in my own damn house. Ok, let’s try to move, first the head. Yeah that’s it. Ok just a little lift off, ready on three. One, Two, Three! Owwwww Owww Owww! Pain Pain Pain! crap!!!!! Lay back down! No get up! DAMNIT GET UP!! THIS ISN’T A GAME! GET UP! You have a match, get up!
The mere thought of a match made me shoot up out of bed, only to find myself flop right into the floor from an overload of pain. I held my neck as the pain wedged a few tears from my eyes. The only other time I’ve had this kind of pain was a couple of years back when I separated my shoulder. I tore the labrum in two with that injury. This injury is much like a knife going into my neck. The knife is stabbing at every nerve, and it made me think of my opponent for Veni Vidi Vici, Thunder.
See I’ve always felt that Thunder is like that sharp pain in the neck that you can’t get rid of, no matter how much medicine you take. The only way of getting rid of it, is by surgical intervention. In this case, the only way I can be relieved of this pain is to beat him, and force him out of contention for my title. But like this pain in my neck, Thunder won’t go away. He’s tough and resilient. I’ve faced him before, and that is why he has been as successful as he is. That is why I have to worry in a sense. My career and my title are one in the same at this point, my title is in jeopardy if I can’t concentrate on the match, or if I am not 100 percent physically, where as my career if I try to compete, and this injury is bad, but I don’t concentrate on taking the nessecary actions, but instead I’m focused on other things, then my career and livelihood could be in jeopardy as well. Maybe I should go to the doctor, just to get it checked out, to be safe.
Within the time of my thought process, I found myself inside of my bathroom, turning on the water to the shower. It was hot and steamy as I stepped in. Immediately I turned and caught the water on my neck, it was sensational. I didn’t want to leave, but I knew that I was on a schedule. I took my body wash and began to wash myself, leaving no spot unwashed as it reminds me of trying to wash these setbacks I’ve had. Amy’s chemo, and McGurk’s beating. The steam went into my nose and I felt a clearing sensation. I didn’t think about anything. My mind, my body, was finally as one. I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower and put a towel around my waist. I walked into my room, still with a little noticeable limp. I began to get dressed when it hit me.
“Amy’s chemo therapy is today! OH crap!”
I quickly got dressed. I didn’t bother to dry my hair or to brush my teeth, I didn’t have any clothes packed, but I would be back to get them in time for my flight. I grabbed my keys off the dresser and rushed downstairs out of my two story house. I slammed the door and locked it as I ran towards my car. I opened the car and jumped in. St. Thomas was about 10 minutes away so I knew I could be there rather easily. I backed out of the driveway and sped off. I hope that I wouldn’t be late, because when treatment starts, they don’t let people in. As I shifted gears, wrestling didn’t matter, all that mattered was being there with her, like I had promised. Thunder didn’t matter, Obo didn’t matter, nothing but her. I pulled into the parking lot and rushed to find a spot. I swerved into a parking spot just as an ambulance came rushing by on a call. The pain in my neck, was still there, but the adrenaline over took it. I jumped out of the car and ran towards the hospital doors. I bum rushed inside, almost knocking down an orderly. Since I had been in the hospital multiple times, I knew how to get to the chemo department. I turned a corner and ran as hard as I could, thinking along the way, I can’t be late.
I had made it to the chemo department and ran up to the desk. A young, pretty nurse was sitting at the desk, filing over paperwork and clipboards carefully and meticulously. She looked up, and she must have been a new nurse because she was at a blank stare at the sight of me, like she didn’t know who I was. Most of the nurses on the staff have seen me many of times.
“Has she went back yet.”
Nurse: Whom are you talking about sir?
“Amy Anderson”
Nurse: Yes, she already went back, almost fifteen minutes ago.
“Damnit.”
Nurse: May I ask who you are sir?
At this point, this was not what I wanted to here. I grabbed a plant from the opposite side of the hall. With all my anger and strength, I threw the plant as hard as I could, in attempt to knock this bitch out with it. I began to scream as she ducked. Tears rolled from her eyes as she attempted to look up. One of the head nurses on the floor, a stocky, middle aged, battle tested nurse named Delores came around the corner, and saw me as I began to verbally tear into this woman.
“You don’t know who I AM! I’m JOSH DEAN! THE WFWF INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION!!! MY FACE HAS BEEN ALL OVER TELEVISION!!!!! MY TRAINER”S WIDOW IS AMY ANDERSON, THE ONE THAT IS GETTING CHEMO!!!”
Delores rushed over and hugged me, which was mainly a restraint to keep me from jumping across the desk. Delores attempted to restrain me, while yelling at the new nurse.
Delores: Jessica, go on your break, do whatever, just get off the floor!
Jessica quickly complied and ran off as quickly as she could around the corner, her eyes swelling with tears. I’m a pretty strong guy, but for a woman, she was able to contain me. She guided me to one of the rooms, talking to me all the while to calm me.
Delores: Look Josh, Amy is out of her treatment and is resting right now. She should come to if I tell her you’re here. Just wait here.
Delores walked into the room, while I stayed in the hall. I waited patiently and Delores motioned me in. I entered the room. I walked into plain view and I saw her, Amy Anderson. My trainer’s widow. She looked weak, her long, curly brown hair was gone, the chemo had robber her of it. She was in a gown and underneath the covers of the bed. Her skin was very pale, almost like an albino looking. She opened her eyes as I looked down to her. Her eyes showed me a sign that I didn’t hope to see, the look of disappointment. I let her down. She raised her head up, and weakly began to speak to me.
Amy: Where have you been, did you forget my treatment was today?
“No I didn’t Amy, I thought it was a little later, and I had some problems getting here.”
Amy: Josh, I called you the day before, and yesterday to tell you. How could you forget?
“Amy, I just had some problems.”
Amy: What kind of problems?
“Well Amy, if you must know, I had some pain in my neck from my last match. I couldn’t hardly get up and move until just a few minutes ago.”
Amy: Josh, that’s no excuse. You should’ve been here. Do you know what kind of pain I’m in?
“That’s not the point Amy, the point is, I tried to make it here. In case you forgot, I’m trying to juggle being all over the world. Did you forget that I am the International Champion of WFWF, that comes with some big responsibility. I’m trying to make it there, and I’m getting my ass kicked in the ring because I can’t focus, because I’m trying to be there for you! And this is the kind of thanks I get!”
By this point, I was almost in Amy’s face. She reached up and smacked me across the mouth with all of her strength that she had in her at that moment before falling back down. It hurt as I held my jaw in pain.
Amy: Josh, you have no idea what it feels like to lose your life partner, and then get cancer, and go through this! And you can’t even show me the respect to be here when I ask you to be.
“No, not respecting you would not even be calling, not respecting would be not showing up at all. Not respecting would be walking out right now while you are in this state. No I’m the one not getting respect. From you, from management, from my fellow wrestlers, NO ONE! I’m getting tired of it. So you know what Amy, I’m going to get my respect, and I’m going to get it now. I have my title to defend, I’ll see you when I get back, and I want you to change that attitude!”
I turned and walked towards the door. Delores stood there in shock as in all the time Amy has been coming to chemo, she has never seen an out burst or heard an outburst from me in all this time. As I walked past her and out of the hospital a few short moments later, I thought once again on my decision to leave as I did, should I compete even with more drama being added or forfeit my title and take the time to work on things.
Part 3: Champion’s Log
……………….That’s why I’ve decided to wrestle still, because I don’t quit. It has never been an option of mine to do so. I will fight and defend my title until someone better comes along and relieves me of it. And if Vini Vidi Vici just happens to be my last night with the title, then so be it. I’ve had fun, gotten more exposure with the title than I thought I could. It’s been a trip, but I won’t be one of those former champions that fall into obscurity, I will regroup and try to win back what is mine, but only if it comes to that point. But until then log, I will fight.
Message to Thunder
Thunder, my opponent for Vini Vidi Vici. The number one contender. The man who likes to refer to me as the fluke. Thunder, when you stand across from me at Vini Vidi Vici, I know that when I look your eyes, that you will have no respect for me, you will have no respect for what I’ve accomplished, and no respect for the title that I hold. Good, I want you to show me disrespect, because it will be all the sweeter to beat it into you.
Michael, you want to talk about your life altering. You want to talk about crap getting flipped upside down. Son, you have no idea of what getting your world flipped upside down is all about, you can’t even fathom. But me, I’ve lived true defining moments more times than you’ve lived actual moments. You want to talk about your girlfriend getting pregnant, that is all fine and dandy, but that isn’t mind blowing. What is mind blowing, is seeing your parents getting gunned down, seeing a man who took you in like a father, die before your eyes, or seeing a person that was like a mother get cancer, and to see the pain she has to go through. You can’t relate to that, you don’t want to relate to that. Why don’t you want to relate to that, because you, you live in world that is fake.
You didn’t like that, did you? It’s true. Money and sex and greed and power are all you consume yourself in. And you have three of those four things, Money, yeah you have that. Sex, well apparently you get that, and your greed. Your greed makes you crave more. But power you don’t have. Power is measured in the title that you seek. Your stroke in the company depends on whether you can beat me. I have the power you crave right now Michael, and it tears you up inside to where you can’t focus at the task at hand. It has all come together in your case and it is becoming that nightmare that consumes you. It is a nightmare to you because you know deep down inside, you can’t beat me. You’ve been in WFWF for two years, while I’ve been here seven months, and I’ve done more in seven months than you have in two years. And it gets to you. You want to cleanse your soul of this truth, and you want to add the power to your vices, both of which can be solved by one thing, beating me.
Michael, I’ve faced you before. I seem to recall a tag team match where you split my skull with a chair. And you think that I wouldn’t remember that Michael. You don’t think that I haven’t waited to get my hands on you for that! Michael, Vini Vidi Vici is what magicians say when they are about to perform magic. Now we all know it is a slight of hand, but unlike slight of hand, I am the real thing, and rest assure Michael, at Vini Vidi Vici, I’ll make your chances of getting what you want dissapear. Think about that.
Champion’s Log: Day 1
July 8th, 2007
Dear Log:
It’s been a hectic ride over these last few weeks, and honestly, it has all been nothing more than a big blur. But let’s recap if I can. Three weeks ago, I went back home because I was informed of a family situation. It was to find out that the only person that I care about left in this world, Amy Anderson, my trainer’s widow, had developed breast cancer. When I got the news of that, my heart sank. I felt in no condition to compete, and I still fully don’t to this day because my focus is elsewhere rather than in the ring. While she could’ve been mourning and complaining and question why God has decided to do this to her, she was more worried about me, and my match with CBT for the International Title. She told me to give it my all and for that night, I did. And I won.
Log, I have to tell you that being the International Champion, I thought that it would be a dream, and that it is, but it is bittersweet. It’s exciting because going around the country, people now know me. They want to see me, they want to get their picture taken with me. Making appearances on talk shows, I mean I had just done an episode of Regis and Kelly where I taught Regis Philben how to do the cross face chicken wing portion of the Franchiser, that was fun, and I was told we made a lot of money off that segment. It’s all been great.
But then there is the other side of the fame, instead of being the hunter; I’m now the hunted it seems. Everyone and their mother is after me now trying to get my belt. Couple that with the media, they can be good for exposure to the masses, but also really bad, because I’m finding they will do anything to catch you in a bad situation. It makes it hard to stay focused.
Then there is everything that is going on with Amy. Her chemo has been hellacious on her and me both. He moods are various depending on the strength of the medicine. I haven’t been prepare for matches the way I’d like to, perfect example of this is when I got my ass completely stomped into the ground by McGurk. I’ve asked myself why, how? Why did I not give anymore than what I did, and how the hell could I just sit there and get my ass handed to me the way I did? One thing came to my mind, and that was my mind was off wrestling, and on Amy and her treatments. I almost wanted to no show Felo De Se against McGurk because my heart wasn’t in it. I had the phone in my hand and almost called McGurk, but I decided that Amy wouldn’t want that from me. So I showed up, but I got my ass beat.
Is it worth it to me right now? I have asked myself that everyday; the height of not only my popularity, but of my achievements, and it’s been derailed slightly by this. So what should I do? Do I forfeit the International Title to Thunder, and take some time off to get through this with Amy, no matter what happens to her, or do I continue to fight, knowing that I am not gonna be able to put 100 percent into it?
Part 2: Chemo
The sun was bright and high into the sky as I woke up in my bed on that Monday morning. Felo De Se was hellacious. I was matched up against Wayne McGurk in the main event. Boy did I get my ass beat too. I opened my eyes to the bright sun, and I tried to raise my head up off the pillow, but a shooting pain went through my neck. In the match itself, I got tossed around pretty badly. I tried once again to raise my head up, but my neck pain was almost too overbearing. I slumped back down into the pillow. I couldn’t move my legs, my arms, nothing. I just lay there, thinking of how I could make it out of bed today.
Damn that sun is bright. Man, McGurk sure beat my ass. I can’t even feel my legs or arms. Am I paralyzed? No it can’t be, if it was, how did I get here? But McGurk did drop me on my head pretty hard in the match. Well ok, so it was multiple times, I lost count. Damn, crap! Should I call for help? Who the hell is gonna help me, I’m in my own damn house. Ok, let’s try to move, first the head. Yeah that’s it. Ok just a little lift off, ready on three. One, Two, Three! Owwwww Owww Owww! Pain Pain Pain! crap!!!!! Lay back down! No get up! DAMNIT GET UP!! THIS ISN’T A GAME! GET UP! You have a match, get up!
The mere thought of a match made me shoot up out of bed, only to find myself flop right into the floor from an overload of pain. I held my neck as the pain wedged a few tears from my eyes. The only other time I’ve had this kind of pain was a couple of years back when I separated my shoulder. I tore the labrum in two with that injury. This injury is much like a knife going into my neck. The knife is stabbing at every nerve, and it made me think of my opponent for Veni Vidi Vici, Thunder.
See I’ve always felt that Thunder is like that sharp pain in the neck that you can’t get rid of, no matter how much medicine you take. The only way of getting rid of it, is by surgical intervention. In this case, the only way I can be relieved of this pain is to beat him, and force him out of contention for my title. But like this pain in my neck, Thunder won’t go away. He’s tough and resilient. I’ve faced him before, and that is why he has been as successful as he is. That is why I have to worry in a sense. My career and my title are one in the same at this point, my title is in jeopardy if I can’t concentrate on the match, or if I am not 100 percent physically, where as my career if I try to compete, and this injury is bad, but I don’t concentrate on taking the nessecary actions, but instead I’m focused on other things, then my career and livelihood could be in jeopardy as well. Maybe I should go to the doctor, just to get it checked out, to be safe.
Within the time of my thought process, I found myself inside of my bathroom, turning on the water to the shower. It was hot and steamy as I stepped in. Immediately I turned and caught the water on my neck, it was sensational. I didn’t want to leave, but I knew that I was on a schedule. I took my body wash and began to wash myself, leaving no spot unwashed as it reminds me of trying to wash these setbacks I’ve had. Amy’s chemo, and McGurk’s beating. The steam went into my nose and I felt a clearing sensation. I didn’t think about anything. My mind, my body, was finally as one. I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower and put a towel around my waist. I walked into my room, still with a little noticeable limp. I began to get dressed when it hit me.
“Amy’s chemo therapy is today! OH crap!”
I quickly got dressed. I didn’t bother to dry my hair or to brush my teeth, I didn’t have any clothes packed, but I would be back to get them in time for my flight. I grabbed my keys off the dresser and rushed downstairs out of my two story house. I slammed the door and locked it as I ran towards my car. I opened the car and jumped in. St. Thomas was about 10 minutes away so I knew I could be there rather easily. I backed out of the driveway and sped off. I hope that I wouldn’t be late, because when treatment starts, they don’t let people in. As I shifted gears, wrestling didn’t matter, all that mattered was being there with her, like I had promised. Thunder didn’t matter, Obo didn’t matter, nothing but her. I pulled into the parking lot and rushed to find a spot. I swerved into a parking spot just as an ambulance came rushing by on a call. The pain in my neck, was still there, but the adrenaline over took it. I jumped out of the car and ran towards the hospital doors. I bum rushed inside, almost knocking down an orderly. Since I had been in the hospital multiple times, I knew how to get to the chemo department. I turned a corner and ran as hard as I could, thinking along the way, I can’t be late.
I had made it to the chemo department and ran up to the desk. A young, pretty nurse was sitting at the desk, filing over paperwork and clipboards carefully and meticulously. She looked up, and she must have been a new nurse because she was at a blank stare at the sight of me, like she didn’t know who I was. Most of the nurses on the staff have seen me many of times.
“Has she went back yet.”
Nurse: Whom are you talking about sir?
“Amy Anderson”
Nurse: Yes, she already went back, almost fifteen minutes ago.
“Damnit.”
Nurse: May I ask who you are sir?
At this point, this was not what I wanted to here. I grabbed a plant from the opposite side of the hall. With all my anger and strength, I threw the plant as hard as I could, in attempt to knock this bitch out with it. I began to scream as she ducked. Tears rolled from her eyes as she attempted to look up. One of the head nurses on the floor, a stocky, middle aged, battle tested nurse named Delores came around the corner, and saw me as I began to verbally tear into this woman.
“You don’t know who I AM! I’m JOSH DEAN! THE WFWF INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION!!! MY FACE HAS BEEN ALL OVER TELEVISION!!!!! MY TRAINER”S WIDOW IS AMY ANDERSON, THE ONE THAT IS GETTING CHEMO!!!”
Delores rushed over and hugged me, which was mainly a restraint to keep me from jumping across the desk. Delores attempted to restrain me, while yelling at the new nurse.
Delores: Jessica, go on your break, do whatever, just get off the floor!
Jessica quickly complied and ran off as quickly as she could around the corner, her eyes swelling with tears. I’m a pretty strong guy, but for a woman, she was able to contain me. She guided me to one of the rooms, talking to me all the while to calm me.
Delores: Look Josh, Amy is out of her treatment and is resting right now. She should come to if I tell her you’re here. Just wait here.
Delores walked into the room, while I stayed in the hall. I waited patiently and Delores motioned me in. I entered the room. I walked into plain view and I saw her, Amy Anderson. My trainer’s widow. She looked weak, her long, curly brown hair was gone, the chemo had robber her of it. She was in a gown and underneath the covers of the bed. Her skin was very pale, almost like an albino looking. She opened her eyes as I looked down to her. Her eyes showed me a sign that I didn’t hope to see, the look of disappointment. I let her down. She raised her head up, and weakly began to speak to me.
Amy: Where have you been, did you forget my treatment was today?
“No I didn’t Amy, I thought it was a little later, and I had some problems getting here.”
Amy: Josh, I called you the day before, and yesterday to tell you. How could you forget?
“Amy, I just had some problems.”
Amy: What kind of problems?
“Well Amy, if you must know, I had some pain in my neck from my last match. I couldn’t hardly get up and move until just a few minutes ago.”
Amy: Josh, that’s no excuse. You should’ve been here. Do you know what kind of pain I’m in?
“That’s not the point Amy, the point is, I tried to make it here. In case you forgot, I’m trying to juggle being all over the world. Did you forget that I am the International Champion of WFWF, that comes with some big responsibility. I’m trying to make it there, and I’m getting my ass kicked in the ring because I can’t focus, because I’m trying to be there for you! And this is the kind of thanks I get!”
By this point, I was almost in Amy’s face. She reached up and smacked me across the mouth with all of her strength that she had in her at that moment before falling back down. It hurt as I held my jaw in pain.
Amy: Josh, you have no idea what it feels like to lose your life partner, and then get cancer, and go through this! And you can’t even show me the respect to be here when I ask you to be.
“No, not respecting you would not even be calling, not respecting would be not showing up at all. Not respecting would be walking out right now while you are in this state. No I’m the one not getting respect. From you, from management, from my fellow wrestlers, NO ONE! I’m getting tired of it. So you know what Amy, I’m going to get my respect, and I’m going to get it now. I have my title to defend, I’ll see you when I get back, and I want you to change that attitude!”
I turned and walked towards the door. Delores stood there in shock as in all the time Amy has been coming to chemo, she has never seen an out burst or heard an outburst from me in all this time. As I walked past her and out of the hospital a few short moments later, I thought once again on my decision to leave as I did, should I compete even with more drama being added or forfeit my title and take the time to work on things.
Part 3: Champion’s Log
……………….That’s why I’ve decided to wrestle still, because I don’t quit. It has never been an option of mine to do so. I will fight and defend my title until someone better comes along and relieves me of it. And if Vini Vidi Vici just happens to be my last night with the title, then so be it. I’ve had fun, gotten more exposure with the title than I thought I could. It’s been a trip, but I won’t be one of those former champions that fall into obscurity, I will regroup and try to win back what is mine, but only if it comes to that point. But until then log, I will fight.
Message to Thunder
Thunder, my opponent for Vini Vidi Vici. The number one contender. The man who likes to refer to me as the fluke. Thunder, when you stand across from me at Vini Vidi Vici, I know that when I look your eyes, that you will have no respect for me, you will have no respect for what I’ve accomplished, and no respect for the title that I hold. Good, I want you to show me disrespect, because it will be all the sweeter to beat it into you.
Michael, you want to talk about your life altering. You want to talk about crap getting flipped upside down. Son, you have no idea of what getting your world flipped upside down is all about, you can’t even fathom. But me, I’ve lived true defining moments more times than you’ve lived actual moments. You want to talk about your girlfriend getting pregnant, that is all fine and dandy, but that isn’t mind blowing. What is mind blowing, is seeing your parents getting gunned down, seeing a man who took you in like a father, die before your eyes, or seeing a person that was like a mother get cancer, and to see the pain she has to go through. You can’t relate to that, you don’t want to relate to that. Why don’t you want to relate to that, because you, you live in world that is fake.
You didn’t like that, did you? It’s true. Money and sex and greed and power are all you consume yourself in. And you have three of those four things, Money, yeah you have that. Sex, well apparently you get that, and your greed. Your greed makes you crave more. But power you don’t have. Power is measured in the title that you seek. Your stroke in the company depends on whether you can beat me. I have the power you crave right now Michael, and it tears you up inside to where you can’t focus at the task at hand. It has all come together in your case and it is becoming that nightmare that consumes you. It is a nightmare to you because you know deep down inside, you can’t beat me. You’ve been in WFWF for two years, while I’ve been here seven months, and I’ve done more in seven months than you have in two years. And it gets to you. You want to cleanse your soul of this truth, and you want to add the power to your vices, both of which can be solved by one thing, beating me.
Michael, I’ve faced you before. I seem to recall a tag team match where you split my skull with a chair. And you think that I wouldn’t remember that Michael. You don’t think that I haven’t waited to get my hands on you for that! Michael, Vini Vidi Vici is what magicians say when they are about to perform magic. Now we all know it is a slight of hand, but unlike slight of hand, I am the real thing, and rest assure Michael, at Vini Vidi Vici, I’ll make your chances of getting what you want dissapear. Think about that.
