Post by Level-Two on Jan 2, 2013 19:09:12 GMT -4
It is the year 2013 and suddenly CJ Gates is considered a worthy number one contender to the APW contendership! However, a recent doctors note has been released in which Level-One was suffering from severe illnesses brought up by the Canadian Winter (or Bigg's horrible promotional videos!) Headaches, stuffy nose, sore throat, bowel movements and upset stomach is just a FEW of Level-One's opponents that defeated him at Christmas Chaos... but be rest assure world, CJ Gates was NOT one of them!
One's Talking out the Trash
Micheal Lively...
The fact that I need to even utter your name in the year 2013 makes me want to throw up the menu of yesterdays lunch in CJ Gates lap. The ''Blackwell'' era was over about five years ago and yet you've managed to linger around the corridors of the APW like a wet fart! I had hoped our last encounter would be at Rasslemania 09' when I removed the APW title from your filthy paws but like an old dog you came crawling back - why President Jeff allowed this to occur is beyond me but perhaps he just sympathized with you being almost as pathetic as he is!
Now I don't have an issue with you making another run at it - if you were actually running but the pace your career has set is more like a fast walk. Hell, I've seen Terry Marvin eat and he could beat you at a race before he had time to properly digest. Furthermore, a gimp legged Kurt Noble would give you a ''run'' for your money and could hop over a finish line before you could see one in sight! As for me? I've already overlapped you several times - three to be exact, Lively.
And the thing is, you'll never be able to do it again. You will never be an Undisputed champion. So, why bother? Why bother step into the ring knowing that whatever you do - isn't going to live up to whatever you've already did? Well, I know the answer to that. We both know. You're a child whom lusts for instant gratification. You need the attention be it negative or positive. Everything you do comes at the expense of your own pride. So on Overdrive, you will march into the ring and take your beating knowing that you'll be in the headlines as just another one of my victims and that will be enough for you. It will put a smile on your face. You'll kick back your feet on an antique sofa you're older than and you'll relax knowing that in some capacity, you're actually still relevant.
However the truth is you seek this instant gratification because you know the day you retire is the day everyone will forget about you because you have failed to leave a lasting impression. Maybe if you decided to phone it in at the height of your career, you'd be able to hold onto some of that aura you once had but then again the vultures you surround yourself with are too busy posturing behind you for camera time rather then actually looking out for the well being of your career. It's men like you who don't know when they are well past their prime that makes the APW Hall of Fame look like a complete and absolute joke - at this point in time an induction of my own name would be nothing short of a fucking insult to my character.
''Oh, but Level-One! You're washed up too!''
Why, because CJ Gates caught me on the first off night of my career? Why the fuck am I held on a different standard from fuckers like Micheal Lively OR even CJ Gates? See... CJ Gates can be pinned by the likes of AC Smith but because he manages to irk out a slim victory over me when it counts the most - he's suddenly the underrated, dark horse more then worthy to sit in Terry Marvin's throne? NO! The fact is the APW is going to market the SHIT out of CJ Gates BECAUSE he beat me! I am the launching pad that sent that piece of shit into the stratosphere of greatness where he does not belong. That is NOT an indictment on me. Rather, it's a testament to just how good I am.
Ask yourself what would beating Micheal Lively do for YOUR career? Fuck all. Most fans don't even know this schmuck held an undisputed title before because anyone analyzing his work ethic today would question how it was ever possible. If at any point in five years someone can tell me when I wasn't a champion or in the realm of contendership of the said championship - then please cite your goddamned sources! I have ALWAYS been at the cream of the crop of this business running alongside the pack of wolves - unlike Micheal Lively, who is a piranha looking for blood while swimming in the backyard kiddy pool.
Inarguablely, I am the guy that had you wrestling on Meltdown in the first place. I ran you from this place and when you returned President Jeff couldn't even justify your spot on the Overdrive roster and had to entertain your usefulness on Meltdown. Meanwhile, guys like Azreal Gorean didn't even have to entertain the minor leagues before being brought up to the big times. That alone shows how little the powers that be and the APW fans think of your ability to preform - they weren't even sure you could hack it in the big times.
You're not even sure you can hack it in the big times.
We're talking about a man who's done nothing but kick, scream and do everything in his power to avoid having to actually wrestle men that have proven themselves in some degree in this company. In so many words - your actions tell us all that you are aware you are past your prime and you don't want to be exposed as being such. Fact is, you couldn't name one person on this roster who couldn't beat you on any given night. Me? More then 75% of this roster couldn't beat me on any given night... even if I walked into the match the same shape I did against CJ Gates at Christmas Chaos. The WORST shape of my life!
See, I'm here for the competition - your here for attention you gain not by wrestling but by your pathetic potty humor and high school pranks a overgrown child like you hasn't yet grown out of. You walk around with your stupid entourage as if the world owes you anything - not understanding that you need to take by force what your heart desires. What do you want to take from me, Lively?
Perhaps with all the time you spent on Meltdown you have forgotten what it's like to step into the ring with cream of the crop but you'll be reminded on Overdrive and maybe me and CJ Gates might outclass you to the point where we write you up your own pink slip, so you can head back to Meltdown and get back to being the False Prophet you always wanted to be.
It's no surprise why you hung out on Meltdown for so long, is it? There you were the hottest shit going. There - your rein reminded you what it felt like to be a champion. A leader. There you were the main event and the start of the show! Well, I'm here to tell you what you already know, it's a fucking sham. It's all a lie. You have exploited the minor leagues to pad your record and bolster your resume and most importantly, feed your unjust ego. Each one of us on Overdrive IS a Meltdown Main Eventer on any day of the week... around here? You're nothing, Micheal Lively.
You're not even a shell of your former self.
You're more like a caricature of everything wrong with so called bad boys in this business. Soft on inside pop tarts like you - whom watched a few Level-One and Terry Marvin tapes and proceed to go out and try to rival us to stir up some faux controversy in attempt to market themselves as edgy and outside the box but it all falls flat. It's fucking try hards like you that gets the internet riled all up and starts conspiracy theories that what we do in the ring is fake, pre planned or setup in anyway. Hell, it's people like you that have these fans expecting every young talent on the up and come up to have some gimmick to market themselves with - rather then being known for being true to themselves. You're a fucking cancer, Lively.
There are plenty of reasons why guys like me and Terry Marvin are feared and hated - and kicking Cindy Shannon in the mouth isn't one of them. I wanted a match with you ever since you attacked that defenseless backstage reporter because you wanted to come across as cool and edgy to the 12 year old fans in the crowd rebelling against Justin Beiber and CJ Gates like some wannabe hard asses. Not only was your attack on Cindy Shannon cowardly and unprovoked but it sends the wrong message - a message in which the Sindicate will never condone.
The fans may continue to boo me and Terry Marvin as we continue to stand against the womanizers like you and Kurt Noble but we will continue to do so until you boys sort yourself out and come to terms with yourself and rid your feelings of homosexual angst to a point where you can appreciate a women as a beautiful human being - rather than a punching bag to entertain your lack of true strength as a man. Finally the bookers got up off their ass and threw you to the wolves so you can finally pay for your deeds. I would've arranged a one on one meeting between the two of us but Felipe DeLoren advised against it. He said beating you would be a lose - lose situation as I'd only be giving you the attention you crave. However, seeing now that I have no choice - dispatching the APW of your filth is part of my job description as of this week and I am one happy employee.
The difference between the Sindicate and the pack of ignoramuses you surround yourself with is championship gold and class. The Sindicate is an organization filled with consummate professionals - not a gang or a lazy rat pack crawling through the backstage corridors. Sure, sometimes we crack knuckles and cave in skulls but our targets deserved it and wear the read and white paint on their chest. We don't fire indiscriminately and innocents are not caught in our crossfire - that is why, your attack on Cindy Shannon doesn't fly... and you're going to get straight fucked up because of it.
It is the year 2013 and it belongs to the Sindicate. Whether it's Terry Marvin at the helm of this promotion or it's me - you can expect us. You can expect BIG things from us. I promise you that.
As far as APW's man of the hour is concerned - my bone to pick with CJ Gates is much deeper than my beef with Lively. At Christmas Chaos - I was flat out exploited by CJ Gates. Ever since, I have been getting emails and letters - berating me for allowing this schmuck into the Rasslemania main event and I have replied to every single of them the same way, each time - word for fucking word.
I am sorry.
The APW was counting on me and I let them down. CJ Gates was a meal I was meant to devour and by time I got around to eating it, I lost my appetite. The APW never intended on CJ Gates main eventing Rasslemania with the likes of Terry Marvin in my OWN hometown but I failed them and I let them down. As a result, not only have I hurt myself... not only have I robbed Terry Marvin of having the most competitive match up possible for the Undisputed title but I have let down all of my Canadian brethren whom will be forced to watch CJ Gates in an undeserved Rasslemania mainevent.
The truth of the matter is at Christmas Chaos CJ Gates got lucky. There were many factors that went into that outcome of the match - none of which CJ Gates will ever acknowledge because like the APW he has to pretend like he is the true number one contender in the name of business. However, he isn't and this Thursday Night Overdrive will be one of the many obvious signs leading up to his match at 'Mania that he is undeserving and unworthy of Terry Marvin's time or effort.
Case in point... motivation. To be quite honest, I was quite bored by CJ Gates. Having already beaten him a handful of times, I'd figured it was a done deal at Christmas Chaos. Sure, I was motivated to win and get the title shot I had desired for so long but the sense of urgency wasn't there because CJ Gates was never a legitimate threat in my eyes. Approaching my match with him; beating Gates was something I felt I had to do - but having already done it, it wasn't something I wanted to do. I never really wanted this match with CJ Gates because I had nothing to prove to him.
I was the better man. I still am the better man.
I don't know what Johnny Rebel was thinking but he should have kept you nowhere near my ring this Thursday if he wanted to hang onto your credibility because with your history of being consistently inconsistent - throwing in a fall guy like Micheal Lively may not even be enough to save it. I'm out to send a message loud and clear and pinning your shoulders to the canvas has become a top priority of mine this Thursday.
See the problem with your fluke win is that we're dealing with an ever evolving Overdrive that will expose any undeserving champions or contenders like you. Seeing as we're a couple months out from Rasslemania there is an ample amount of time for the APW to see the light and make any necessary amendments to the APW main event at Rasslemania - so, I don't have too.
Face it, CJ - for the first time in FIVE YEARS, I had an off night. For the first time in FIVE YEARS, I headed backstage knowing that I didn't give it my all and I truly dropped the ball when it counted the most. Dare I say it, CJ... in the first time in FIVE YEARS, I realized that as great as I am - I can be plagued with same failures you're plagued with on a bi weekly basis. However, I took pleasure in knowing that if you could get a second, third, fourth, fifth... sixth, chance? Then certainly life with throw a little bone my way and give me a chance at redemption.
However, you can rest easy knowing that I won't be protesting your spot in the main event like I did Biggs when he wrestled Terry Marvin at Christmas Chaos. At end of the night, Terry Marvin proved that Biggs was all hype and it'll be no different for you. I have faith that this situation will work itself out and the APW fans will realize your victory over me was a once in a life time mishap that will NEVER occur again. The APW will do it's best to protect you but the Sindicate will see through it that you are exposed as the unworthy contender you are, CJ Gates. How many times can you pin a Chris Hart or John Dionysus - before your up against an AC Smith? Or even better... an Evan Envi or even Kurt Noble - a man that if you stepped in the ring with today, surely he'd have your number 9 out of 10 times if history truly does repeat itself.
So... this is how your road to Rasslemania is going to look a huh? An unworthy challenger who's credibility depends on the effectiveness of the booker backstage. How pathetic. We all saw the true CJ Gates leading up to the match against me at Christmas Chaos - barely batting .500! An opportunistic once in a life time victory over me doesn't change that fact, CJ. If Terry Marvin isn't lulled into a near sleeping state like you did to me than there isn't a doubt in anyone's mind that he will be retaining his undisputed title at Rasslemania. Still, a valuable lesson has been learned in all this.
''If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.''
You see... me and Terry Marvin were having a great big laugh at manipulating everyone - be it, the APW roster, fans and it's management. Laughing because we had lined our ducks, CJ Gates and Biggs to be the fall guys to secure a match amongst ourselves at Rasslemania. It was truly a brilliant plan on its face but that is if only it had worked - which it didn't and it failed on the hands of my watch. Thus as a result, the cannon fodder I had manipulated and set up to take a fall is now on track to main event the biggest show of the year! In attempt to create the perfect Rasslemania main - event inspired by our desire for competition we created the opposite; a one sided massacre in which all Terry Marvin needs to do is show up to ensure his victory.
After my loss to CJ Gates, I assume people thought I'd show more respect for him - why? There have been times I have lost before and through that experience the person on the end had gained my respect - Terry Marvin is one of those people. However, CJ Gates is not because even as I sit here the loser at Christmas Chaos; I feel indifferent. Even as my face remains inflamed from his assault, he taught me not a single lesson. Most losses you can take something from and build off of it... but this loss? This loss has given me NOTHING to work with because CJ Gates never beat me.
I beat myself.
Literally, I fucking beat myself. I won't be watching the tapes and I won't be analyzing the match because there was nothing I did right, EVERYTHING was wrong and needless to say, I hope I never drop the ball like that again.
Unlike CJ Gates, I don't need to sit here and make excuses for why I lost. I lost because I forgot matches are won in preparation - not just in a wrestling ring. Perhaps it's already knowing that and still failing to properly prepare that hurts me the most.
My critics continue to ask the question... why do you still do it? The say I accomplished it all and after four undisputed title reins - what does one more really do for you? They encourage me to take a break - go on vacation - fuck a few beautiful broads with no confidence and self esteem issues and enjoy life. Though, Christmas Chaos answered should've answered their questions. I know it answered mine. I still have a lot more to accomplish. I still have more than a few loses to avenge. And most importantly? I still have a little more to learn.
It's been a week out since my loss and I've had plenty of time to think about and call me crazy... but during my time of reflection I think I came across a silver lining of it all - the Sindicate. As great as a match between me and Terry Marvin sounds especially at a spectacle like Rasslemania in my hometown - maybe it wasn't the right time. As crazy as it sounds, maybe me, Terry Marvin and the Sindicate as a whole wasn't ready for it. Perhaps, I wasn't ready for it.
As time goes on the bond between us grows stronger. An alliance has formed into a partnership and that partnership is starting to morph into a brotherhood. I spent time with Terry Marvin and his family this Christmas - seeing as my family had abandoned me a long time ago and for the first time I felt like I belonged somewhere outside of a wrestling ring. There is apart of me that questions that if I got this match with Terry at Rasslemania... could we even co exist? Maybe we'll never know but undoubtedly, a pressure has been lifted off my shoulders and it's possible that I can stand in Terry Marvin's corner a firm supporter - rather than having to be put against him.
After all CJ Gates... you showed us how friends and champions don't ever really mix. You're the poster child for what that undisputed title can to do people, aren't you? In a way... your victory over me brought the Sindicate even closer. In a way, you made the Sindicate even stronger! Dare I say it - with your victory, you may have been what keeps the Sindicate alive - who knows what me and Terry Marvin could've have done in the name of the Undisputed championship... killing each other before we got there was very much in the cards, whether we're in a hurry to admit that fact or not.
So in a way... I thank you for what you've done. In a way, you have helped paint a bigger and better picture then I could have ever envisioned. A united Sindicate. A sindicate that has been given the opportunity to grow stronger - so strong that by the time me and Terry Marvin finally do face off? We can do so without resorting to the lows you and Kurt Noble have achieved - collectively crushing the fans hearts in one swift blows as there two biggest heroes made a pair of villains out of themselves. As we continue to grow - we'll continue to mature and if the Sindicate cannot be destroyed by cracks from within then it will NOT be destroyed from the outside by the likes of you and men that resemble you. And THAT is quite the scary prospect, isn't it?
At end of it all there isn't a doubt in mind that you'll be exposed for what you are, CJ. And me? I'll continue to do what I do. Rack up wins against competition you fail to beat and show you up every time we're in the ring together until there is no doubt in anyone's mind who the real number one contender should be.
By the end of it all? Your fans will have no choice but to look at me. In the end... President Jeff himself will come crawling to the Sindicate on all fours begging me to save his main event by cashing in my billion dollar brief case against Terry Marvin. It is at that point where I will look down upon President Jeff and smile, and I might just say...
''Go on CJ... show the world just how bad I fucked up!''
One's Talking out the Trash
Micheal Lively...
The fact that I need to even utter your name in the year 2013 makes me want to throw up the menu of yesterdays lunch in CJ Gates lap. The ''Blackwell'' era was over about five years ago and yet you've managed to linger around the corridors of the APW like a wet fart! I had hoped our last encounter would be at Rasslemania 09' when I removed the APW title from your filthy paws but like an old dog you came crawling back - why President Jeff allowed this to occur is beyond me but perhaps he just sympathized with you being almost as pathetic as he is!
Now I don't have an issue with you making another run at it - if you were actually running but the pace your career has set is more like a fast walk. Hell, I've seen Terry Marvin eat and he could beat you at a race before he had time to properly digest. Furthermore, a gimp legged Kurt Noble would give you a ''run'' for your money and could hop over a finish line before you could see one in sight! As for me? I've already overlapped you several times - three to be exact, Lively.
And the thing is, you'll never be able to do it again. You will never be an Undisputed champion. So, why bother? Why bother step into the ring knowing that whatever you do - isn't going to live up to whatever you've already did? Well, I know the answer to that. We both know. You're a child whom lusts for instant gratification. You need the attention be it negative or positive. Everything you do comes at the expense of your own pride. So on Overdrive, you will march into the ring and take your beating knowing that you'll be in the headlines as just another one of my victims and that will be enough for you. It will put a smile on your face. You'll kick back your feet on an antique sofa you're older than and you'll relax knowing that in some capacity, you're actually still relevant.
However the truth is you seek this instant gratification because you know the day you retire is the day everyone will forget about you because you have failed to leave a lasting impression. Maybe if you decided to phone it in at the height of your career, you'd be able to hold onto some of that aura you once had but then again the vultures you surround yourself with are too busy posturing behind you for camera time rather then actually looking out for the well being of your career. It's men like you who don't know when they are well past their prime that makes the APW Hall of Fame look like a complete and absolute joke - at this point in time an induction of my own name would be nothing short of a fucking insult to my character.
''Oh, but Level-One! You're washed up too!''
Why, because CJ Gates caught me on the first off night of my career? Why the fuck am I held on a different standard from fuckers like Micheal Lively OR even CJ Gates? See... CJ Gates can be pinned by the likes of AC Smith but because he manages to irk out a slim victory over me when it counts the most - he's suddenly the underrated, dark horse more then worthy to sit in Terry Marvin's throne? NO! The fact is the APW is going to market the SHIT out of CJ Gates BECAUSE he beat me! I am the launching pad that sent that piece of shit into the stratosphere of greatness where he does not belong. That is NOT an indictment on me. Rather, it's a testament to just how good I am.
Ask yourself what would beating Micheal Lively do for YOUR career? Fuck all. Most fans don't even know this schmuck held an undisputed title before because anyone analyzing his work ethic today would question how it was ever possible. If at any point in five years someone can tell me when I wasn't a champion or in the realm of contendership of the said championship - then please cite your goddamned sources! I have ALWAYS been at the cream of the crop of this business running alongside the pack of wolves - unlike Micheal Lively, who is a piranha looking for blood while swimming in the backyard kiddy pool.
Inarguablely, I am the guy that had you wrestling on Meltdown in the first place. I ran you from this place and when you returned President Jeff couldn't even justify your spot on the Overdrive roster and had to entertain your usefulness on Meltdown. Meanwhile, guys like Azreal Gorean didn't even have to entertain the minor leagues before being brought up to the big times. That alone shows how little the powers that be and the APW fans think of your ability to preform - they weren't even sure you could hack it in the big times.
You're not even sure you can hack it in the big times.
We're talking about a man who's done nothing but kick, scream and do everything in his power to avoid having to actually wrestle men that have proven themselves in some degree in this company. In so many words - your actions tell us all that you are aware you are past your prime and you don't want to be exposed as being such. Fact is, you couldn't name one person on this roster who couldn't beat you on any given night. Me? More then 75% of this roster couldn't beat me on any given night... even if I walked into the match the same shape I did against CJ Gates at Christmas Chaos. The WORST shape of my life!
See, I'm here for the competition - your here for attention you gain not by wrestling but by your pathetic potty humor and high school pranks a overgrown child like you hasn't yet grown out of. You walk around with your stupid entourage as if the world owes you anything - not understanding that you need to take by force what your heart desires. What do you want to take from me, Lively?
Perhaps with all the time you spent on Meltdown you have forgotten what it's like to step into the ring with cream of the crop but you'll be reminded on Overdrive and maybe me and CJ Gates might outclass you to the point where we write you up your own pink slip, so you can head back to Meltdown and get back to being the False Prophet you always wanted to be.
It's no surprise why you hung out on Meltdown for so long, is it? There you were the hottest shit going. There - your rein reminded you what it felt like to be a champion. A leader. There you were the main event and the start of the show! Well, I'm here to tell you what you already know, it's a fucking sham. It's all a lie. You have exploited the minor leagues to pad your record and bolster your resume and most importantly, feed your unjust ego. Each one of us on Overdrive IS a Meltdown Main Eventer on any day of the week... around here? You're nothing, Micheal Lively.
You're not even a shell of your former self.
You're more like a caricature of everything wrong with so called bad boys in this business. Soft on inside pop tarts like you - whom watched a few Level-One and Terry Marvin tapes and proceed to go out and try to rival us to stir up some faux controversy in attempt to market themselves as edgy and outside the box but it all falls flat. It's fucking try hards like you that gets the internet riled all up and starts conspiracy theories that what we do in the ring is fake, pre planned or setup in anyway. Hell, it's people like you that have these fans expecting every young talent on the up and come up to have some gimmick to market themselves with - rather then being known for being true to themselves. You're a fucking cancer, Lively.
There are plenty of reasons why guys like me and Terry Marvin are feared and hated - and kicking Cindy Shannon in the mouth isn't one of them. I wanted a match with you ever since you attacked that defenseless backstage reporter because you wanted to come across as cool and edgy to the 12 year old fans in the crowd rebelling against Justin Beiber and CJ Gates like some wannabe hard asses. Not only was your attack on Cindy Shannon cowardly and unprovoked but it sends the wrong message - a message in which the Sindicate will never condone.
The fans may continue to boo me and Terry Marvin as we continue to stand against the womanizers like you and Kurt Noble but we will continue to do so until you boys sort yourself out and come to terms with yourself and rid your feelings of homosexual angst to a point where you can appreciate a women as a beautiful human being - rather than a punching bag to entertain your lack of true strength as a man. Finally the bookers got up off their ass and threw you to the wolves so you can finally pay for your deeds. I would've arranged a one on one meeting between the two of us but Felipe DeLoren advised against it. He said beating you would be a lose - lose situation as I'd only be giving you the attention you crave. However, seeing now that I have no choice - dispatching the APW of your filth is part of my job description as of this week and I am one happy employee.
The difference between the Sindicate and the pack of ignoramuses you surround yourself with is championship gold and class. The Sindicate is an organization filled with consummate professionals - not a gang or a lazy rat pack crawling through the backstage corridors. Sure, sometimes we crack knuckles and cave in skulls but our targets deserved it and wear the read and white paint on their chest. We don't fire indiscriminately and innocents are not caught in our crossfire - that is why, your attack on Cindy Shannon doesn't fly... and you're going to get straight fucked up because of it.
It is the year 2013 and it belongs to the Sindicate. Whether it's Terry Marvin at the helm of this promotion or it's me - you can expect us. You can expect BIG things from us. I promise you that.
As far as APW's man of the hour is concerned - my bone to pick with CJ Gates is much deeper than my beef with Lively. At Christmas Chaos - I was flat out exploited by CJ Gates. Ever since, I have been getting emails and letters - berating me for allowing this schmuck into the Rasslemania main event and I have replied to every single of them the same way, each time - word for fucking word.
I am sorry.
The APW was counting on me and I let them down. CJ Gates was a meal I was meant to devour and by time I got around to eating it, I lost my appetite. The APW never intended on CJ Gates main eventing Rasslemania with the likes of Terry Marvin in my OWN hometown but I failed them and I let them down. As a result, not only have I hurt myself... not only have I robbed Terry Marvin of having the most competitive match up possible for the Undisputed title but I have let down all of my Canadian brethren whom will be forced to watch CJ Gates in an undeserved Rasslemania mainevent.
The truth of the matter is at Christmas Chaos CJ Gates got lucky. There were many factors that went into that outcome of the match - none of which CJ Gates will ever acknowledge because like the APW he has to pretend like he is the true number one contender in the name of business. However, he isn't and this Thursday Night Overdrive will be one of the many obvious signs leading up to his match at 'Mania that he is undeserving and unworthy of Terry Marvin's time or effort.
Case in point... motivation. To be quite honest, I was quite bored by CJ Gates. Having already beaten him a handful of times, I'd figured it was a done deal at Christmas Chaos. Sure, I was motivated to win and get the title shot I had desired for so long but the sense of urgency wasn't there because CJ Gates was never a legitimate threat in my eyes. Approaching my match with him; beating Gates was something I felt I had to do - but having already done it, it wasn't something I wanted to do. I never really wanted this match with CJ Gates because I had nothing to prove to him.
I was the better man. I still am the better man.
I don't know what Johnny Rebel was thinking but he should have kept you nowhere near my ring this Thursday if he wanted to hang onto your credibility because with your history of being consistently inconsistent - throwing in a fall guy like Micheal Lively may not even be enough to save it. I'm out to send a message loud and clear and pinning your shoulders to the canvas has become a top priority of mine this Thursday.
See the problem with your fluke win is that we're dealing with an ever evolving Overdrive that will expose any undeserving champions or contenders like you. Seeing as we're a couple months out from Rasslemania there is an ample amount of time for the APW to see the light and make any necessary amendments to the APW main event at Rasslemania - so, I don't have too.
Face it, CJ - for the first time in FIVE YEARS, I had an off night. For the first time in FIVE YEARS, I headed backstage knowing that I didn't give it my all and I truly dropped the ball when it counted the most. Dare I say it, CJ... in the first time in FIVE YEARS, I realized that as great as I am - I can be plagued with same failures you're plagued with on a bi weekly basis. However, I took pleasure in knowing that if you could get a second, third, fourth, fifth... sixth, chance? Then certainly life with throw a little bone my way and give me a chance at redemption.
However, you can rest easy knowing that I won't be protesting your spot in the main event like I did Biggs when he wrestled Terry Marvin at Christmas Chaos. At end of the night, Terry Marvin proved that Biggs was all hype and it'll be no different for you. I have faith that this situation will work itself out and the APW fans will realize your victory over me was a once in a life time mishap that will NEVER occur again. The APW will do it's best to protect you but the Sindicate will see through it that you are exposed as the unworthy contender you are, CJ Gates. How many times can you pin a Chris Hart or John Dionysus - before your up against an AC Smith? Or even better... an Evan Envi or even Kurt Noble - a man that if you stepped in the ring with today, surely he'd have your number 9 out of 10 times if history truly does repeat itself.
So... this is how your road to Rasslemania is going to look a huh? An unworthy challenger who's credibility depends on the effectiveness of the booker backstage. How pathetic. We all saw the true CJ Gates leading up to the match against me at Christmas Chaos - barely batting .500! An opportunistic once in a life time victory over me doesn't change that fact, CJ. If Terry Marvin isn't lulled into a near sleeping state like you did to me than there isn't a doubt in anyone's mind that he will be retaining his undisputed title at Rasslemania. Still, a valuable lesson has been learned in all this.
''If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.''
You see... me and Terry Marvin were having a great big laugh at manipulating everyone - be it, the APW roster, fans and it's management. Laughing because we had lined our ducks, CJ Gates and Biggs to be the fall guys to secure a match amongst ourselves at Rasslemania. It was truly a brilliant plan on its face but that is if only it had worked - which it didn't and it failed on the hands of my watch. Thus as a result, the cannon fodder I had manipulated and set up to take a fall is now on track to main event the biggest show of the year! In attempt to create the perfect Rasslemania main - event inspired by our desire for competition we created the opposite; a one sided massacre in which all Terry Marvin needs to do is show up to ensure his victory.
After my loss to CJ Gates, I assume people thought I'd show more respect for him - why? There have been times I have lost before and through that experience the person on the end had gained my respect - Terry Marvin is one of those people. However, CJ Gates is not because even as I sit here the loser at Christmas Chaos; I feel indifferent. Even as my face remains inflamed from his assault, he taught me not a single lesson. Most losses you can take something from and build off of it... but this loss? This loss has given me NOTHING to work with because CJ Gates never beat me.
I beat myself.
Literally, I fucking beat myself. I won't be watching the tapes and I won't be analyzing the match because there was nothing I did right, EVERYTHING was wrong and needless to say, I hope I never drop the ball like that again.
Unlike CJ Gates, I don't need to sit here and make excuses for why I lost. I lost because I forgot matches are won in preparation - not just in a wrestling ring. Perhaps it's already knowing that and still failing to properly prepare that hurts me the most.
My critics continue to ask the question... why do you still do it? The say I accomplished it all and after four undisputed title reins - what does one more really do for you? They encourage me to take a break - go on vacation - fuck a few beautiful broads with no confidence and self esteem issues and enjoy life. Though, Christmas Chaos answered should've answered their questions. I know it answered mine. I still have a lot more to accomplish. I still have more than a few loses to avenge. And most importantly? I still have a little more to learn.
It's been a week out since my loss and I've had plenty of time to think about and call me crazy... but during my time of reflection I think I came across a silver lining of it all - the Sindicate. As great as a match between me and Terry Marvin sounds especially at a spectacle like Rasslemania in my hometown - maybe it wasn't the right time. As crazy as it sounds, maybe me, Terry Marvin and the Sindicate as a whole wasn't ready for it. Perhaps, I wasn't ready for it.
As time goes on the bond between us grows stronger. An alliance has formed into a partnership and that partnership is starting to morph into a brotherhood. I spent time with Terry Marvin and his family this Christmas - seeing as my family had abandoned me a long time ago and for the first time I felt like I belonged somewhere outside of a wrestling ring. There is apart of me that questions that if I got this match with Terry at Rasslemania... could we even co exist? Maybe we'll never know but undoubtedly, a pressure has been lifted off my shoulders and it's possible that I can stand in Terry Marvin's corner a firm supporter - rather than having to be put against him.
After all CJ Gates... you showed us how friends and champions don't ever really mix. You're the poster child for what that undisputed title can to do people, aren't you? In a way... your victory over me brought the Sindicate even closer. In a way, you made the Sindicate even stronger! Dare I say it - with your victory, you may have been what keeps the Sindicate alive - who knows what me and Terry Marvin could've have done in the name of the Undisputed championship... killing each other before we got there was very much in the cards, whether we're in a hurry to admit that fact or not.
So in a way... I thank you for what you've done. In a way, you have helped paint a bigger and better picture then I could have ever envisioned. A united Sindicate. A sindicate that has been given the opportunity to grow stronger - so strong that by the time me and Terry Marvin finally do face off? We can do so without resorting to the lows you and Kurt Noble have achieved - collectively crushing the fans hearts in one swift blows as there two biggest heroes made a pair of villains out of themselves. As we continue to grow - we'll continue to mature and if the Sindicate cannot be destroyed by cracks from within then it will NOT be destroyed from the outside by the likes of you and men that resemble you. And THAT is quite the scary prospect, isn't it?
At end of it all there isn't a doubt in mind that you'll be exposed for what you are, CJ. And me? I'll continue to do what I do. Rack up wins against competition you fail to beat and show you up every time we're in the ring together until there is no doubt in anyone's mind who the real number one contender should be.
By the end of it all? Your fans will have no choice but to look at me. In the end... President Jeff himself will come crawling to the Sindicate on all fours begging me to save his main event by cashing in my billion dollar brief case against Terry Marvin. It is at that point where I will look down upon President Jeff and smile, and I might just say...
''Go on CJ... show the world just how bad I fucked up!''
