Post by Adrien Specter on Jan 10, 2013 12:34:24 GMT -4
OOC: I know this isn't going to be counted, and I don't expect it to be either. I'd just be happier giving a late RP that Kurt and APW deserves, rather then the hunk of shit I gave them last night, even if I'm losing anyway.
Enjoy,
~Rhys.
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An Open Letter to Kurt Noble.
Greetings. To many of you, my name will seem new. To others, you will have seen it around from place to place. You see, I’m not someone of whom expects you to know my name if you’ve no reason to.
This week, I face off against Kurt Noble. A man of whom my history has been quite extensive. However, by the looks of things, he wants to fight me about as badly as he wants to get on his knees and pray to Doug E. Fresh. Which is good.
Because truth be told, I’m feeling the exact same fucking way. The nasty realities of this is that I didn’t come here to fight you Kurt. As you mentioned yourself, there’s no rhyme or reason to this match bar some kind of redemption on your part for a loss you don’t care that you suffered.
There is no reason for this match to happen…and therefore it won’t. You see I don’t like being disrespected Kurt. But what I hate even more is getting put against people of whom do not wish to fight me. And with good reason.
You see Kurt. I’ve no reason to fight you…So I’m not going to. I mean, that’s what you want, isn’t it? To not have to deal with me…Well you know what.
You don’t have you. I’ll save Jeff the plane ticket. I’ll save you the effort of having to lose to me.
You see the truth is Kurt…I don’t want to fight you either. You’re 100% right, about everything. There is no reason for this match to go on. I didn’t come here for you. I came for Survive and Conquer. I came for a Million Dollars, so that I might one day correct the mistake I’ve made. So that children won’t be scared looking at me. So that one day I might be able to look the woman in my life into her deep blue eyes and tell her that I love her…That’s what I came for.
You see Kurt, this is how it’s going to play out. You want to unleash Chaos, then by all fucking means do it. Because I’m not gonna be there to stop you.
You don’t have to worry about me Kurt because you see, I know you don’t want to fight me. And I sure as hell have no desire to fight you. Why would I? Beating you again bares me no benefit. You want to know why I came out last week? You want to know why I came out spoiling for a fight?
Because it weren’t for you. Believe me when I say it was never for you.
I wanted Terry Marvin. I wanted a man of whom beat you. Truth of the matter is you present no worth anymore. No challenge to me. Terry Marvin does. So you know what? You don’t have to worry about fighting me this week Kurt. Because you’re not going to.
You’re going to step into that ring. And the refs gonna count to ten. And then when he does. You’re going to be declared the winner. And then we can both move on. Me to Survive and Conquer, and you to Chris Hart…Trust me, you said his name enough times for it to truly stick in my head so I guess it makes sense that he’s the only one on your brain. But you know what? That’s OK. That saves me the effort of having to travel from one side of the earth to the other.
Because I’m not fighting someone who doesn’t want to fight me. Marvin wanted to fight me. I wanted to fight Marvin. You want to fight Chris, I have no doubts in my mind that Chris probably wants to fight you.
Because you’re right. It’s a holding pattern. And I’ve been in a holding pattern for 24 years. So don’t worry about it. You can claim this victory over me. It achieves nothing, just like you said it would.
So enjoy it…
As I look over my brother’s words, I felt my heart sink. His revelations about Noble had driven him to realize how much of a downfall he had taken in the months that they had lost contact. However, given how Kurt treated his opponent last week, I don’t see how he should be surprised by that.
He had entered the ring, and had done everything within his power to hurt Roy. To somehow try and prove that he was better than him. That he was beyond his capabilities as a fighter…and truth be told he was probably right. Speede was a rookie in comparison to the likes of my brother and Noble. And although he stepped into the ring with him, and fought his heart out…he was never going to win that match. Not even against a man with Noble’s physical problems.
I looked over to Adrien, seated in the corner of the room, looking out of the window of our Vegas hotel room.
“Is this really how you feel about this? Is this really how you want this to do down?” I asked him, as he shook his head slowly. The glass in his hand was placed upon the windowsill, before he rested his back up against the glass, and began signing to me.
”No, but I think it’s a bit past what I want…”
“Look, no matter how hard you try and wish it, Kurt isn’t the same man he was back then. He isn’t going to be. Not after what he’s gone through with his divorce, this shit with Hart.”
”Do you remember what happened to me when I was about to face Kurt before?” Adrien signed slowly, as I tried to think back.
“You beat him…”
”I said before…with Extream.” He asked, as slowly I let out a large sigh.
“You took Pricilla into the ring, and got yourself DQed by attempting to Ex him with her.”
“You remember what I did after that?”
The more my brother continued to ask questions about my memory, the more I felt my heart sink lower and lower.
“You went to the bar. You got drunk. You called yourself a monster because that’s all anyone thought you were…and then you cried.”
”Noble put a stop to that…” Adrien began, ”Kurt helped me to show the world what I was capable of. That I was more than just a hardcore wrestler…He stepped in the ring with me, showing no sign of fear that I would go outside and grab a steel chair. He didn’t enter between those ropes, thinking that they were going to be covered in barbed wire by the end of it. We went in there, and he helped me show the world that I was a wrestler…not some, one trick pony that everyone perceived me as.”
“And what’s so different now?” I asked.
“You heard what he said about me. About all that we’d been together, and he’s right. This match doesn’t really have a meaning, and yet I’m still expected to fly across the world in an attempt to try and defend some kind of honor against a man who couldn’t give two shits about it.
“But that’s on him…Not you. You, you’ve something to prove Adrien. Unlike him, there’s still a chance for you. You’ve proven yourself time and time again, and this is how you get treated for it? Doesn’t that make you angry?”
”It would make me angry if I wasn’t so pissed about the fact he’s right…” Adrien replied, his face showing the blunt tone he expressed it with.
“So look at it from a different perspective. You’ve beaten him once-“
Suddenly, Adrien clapped, stopping me mid-sentence.
“And look at what that’s proven…Beating him again isn’t going to change the fact that he’s nothing more than a shadow of the man he use to be.”
“So this time will be easier, what’s the problem.”
”I don’t do things because they’re easy…”
“No, you do things to prove a point. Jeff wants to see you work before he gives you a chance at Marvin. It’s what we all want to see, and this was the test. So you’re just going to fail that, are you?”
”There isn’t a test here…this is a punishment to Kurt for not playing nice with others. I already have to deal with Dorling’s shit in SCW, why should I have to deal with Jeff’s when I’m here?”
“Because believe it or not Adrien, that’s the kind of reputation you have…”
”Well I don’t want that fucking reputation.”
“So you’d rather have one of someone who no-shows events?” I ask, as suddenly the atmosphere in the room grows a lot colder. “It may not be what you want…but you’ve still got to do it. If you want Terry again, you’ll have to jump through your hoops to get it…And if you want to help Kurt, you’re gonna have to get in the ring with him and show him exactly what’s gonna happen if he keeps going down this path…” Slowly I stand, walking over to Adrien, looking him dead in the eye.
“Namely, he’s gonna turn into something you’re gonna hunt down…Now…Write it out again. I’ve got to talk to Dorling about borrowing the plane again...”
Another Open Letter to Kurt Noble, and to APW.
Looking back at what I wrote to you last time Kurt, I begin to wonder what it is that I was thinking. But I suppose that’s truly a credit to you of all things, about what you were to me, and deep down what it is that you’ve become.
Back in The Experts, when we sided together with the likes of Keaton Saint, Sally Talfore, and Scott DiBiase, we knew back then where our faith was placed. This wasn’t some “we’re not friends, we’re BROTHERS!” kinda shit either. Truth be told we knew what we were. We were a bunch of young hopefuls...well, you lot were. I was a 23 year veteran. I’d seen little groups like ours come together over common causes like defeating the One Ring Circus. I’ve seen them come and go exactly the same way this one did.
So I hear you ask as to why I joined? Why did I side with a group that would simply fall apart, just as I had seen clones of for the quarter of a century of which I’ve been fighting. What was the difference between the hundreds of other groups of people just trying to do the right thing?
The answer is simple Kurt...it was you.
Now I’m not going to try and disillusion myself into thinking that back then, I was nothing more than a cog in the machine. We all knew who the figure head was suppose to be. We all know who’d come out of this smelling of roses, where-as the rest of us? Well we’d slowly grow apart. Go our separate ways, and continue on our own stories. The New Experts were, in a way, nothing more than an idea to push you. To prove that we would support you, as you stepped up to face off against Jack Benevolence and take the True Experts Title!
And you know what happened? You faltered.
You lost. There’s no beating around the bush with this. We supported you through and through, and in the end you let us down. But that was OK Kurt. Because of who you were. Because of what you represented to us. You represented hope that good would somehow get through again, and you did that. You did that by promising us results...And then Survive and Conquer came around last year. You promised us that you weren’t going to be the man to come out and say that you were going to win. You weren’t going to be the man that everyone expected you to be. And you know the most ironic thing.
The fact you’re saying the exact same thing now as you did back then. You said you wern’t going to play by other people’s rules. How your life wasn’t going to be dictated by the words of others. The only real difference, looking back Kurt is that last time, you had Jeff stand next to you, rather than oppose you.
Then again, Jeff was looking across the table from me when he asked if I wanted a warm-up match. You see this match originally had a reason, although you’ve chosen to take the side and admit that it was fake.
You see Kurt, it’s clear you don’t trust Jeff, as much as he doesn’t trust you. But you’ve got to look at this from this perspective. Here’s a man looking for a match against APW’s World Heavyweight Champion. He already tapped him out once in The Experts, and now he’s coming here looking to repeat it on his home territory. Why the fuck would Jeff allow me to do that? Why would he allow me to take on his champion, then go on to Survive and Conquer, where I then plan on beating the rest of his roster and win a million dollars.
You see Kurt, you may not realize it yet, but by coming to the ring, and deciding that I’m going to be your sacrificial lamb to a cause that I’ve fuck all to do with. You are, in fact, still doing exactly what Jeff wants you to do.
He wants you to remove the threat of Adrien Specter from his competition. He’s watched me beat Terry Marvin before. He’s seen me run through SCW and all that stand before me. Numerous world champions defeated by my hands in the last few months then you’ve done in the number of years that you’ve been the poster boy for APW and The Experts. Every time they demanded you step up, right when everyone got behind you...and you falter.
Just like you always fucking have. Well guess what Kurt. Now your time has long since past. You got chewed up, and spat out in a fraction of the time that I’ve been in this business.
Have I suffered moments of weakness? Have I gone and done things that still haunt me to this day? Yeah, I have. You see, believing in you, was a moment of weakness. Having seen cookie cutter, handsome men like you step beyond a freak like me for 24 years. All of them looking to try and be the greatest until someone else comes and takes their place. You see Kurt that’s the biggest problem with people like you.
You’re not the center of attention. And that’s why you’ve begun lashing out. You don’t get your way, you cause a scene. You don’t get the opponent you want, you start throwing your toys out the fucking pram and declare that you’re going to destroy the man who you’re facing instead.
Hate to break this to you Kurt, but no matter how much you desire it…This isn’t “Nobledrive” anymore…
Now…it’s my time.
2013.
The Year of The Specter. The mark of my life within this industry as I hit a quarter of a century…And how nothing has changed in the long run since I began.
There are always good guys that go bad. Bad guys that turn over a new leaf, and the world keeps going round and round and round. But no more Kurt.
No. Fucking. More.
Last year I beat you by rolling you up into a pin. Last year I beat you through more luck then judgment. I went against a man who respected me, as much as I did him. A man who was able to enter my territory and show the world exactly how much it would take for me to keep you down.
However, this time I’m not going against that man. He may have the same name, and he may look the same, but appearances are truly deceptive.
The reasoning behind this match for you is because Jeff wants you irritated at the prospect of not getting what you want. He knows how you’ll react because he’s a smart man, and your pattern is one every promoter worth his weight in salt knows well. It’s called a fucking ego.
It’s something that I deal with on many an occasion. And this time will be no different. I stop you. Jeff gets his match, and he gets me weakened for when I fight for his money. People say it’s unfair that I somehow drew No. 97.
This week, Kurt, I prove why.
You see, you and me aren’t alike. As much as you wish to believe we are, there’s a vast difference between the pair of us. And yet you still use both our names within the same category.
You and me are both “cripples”. Or at least you think we are.
You think your suffering is in any comparison to mine? Let’s get real here for a fucking minuet. Your leg doesn’t work. No worries. You can get it replaces when the thing finally falls off. You’ll struggle for a few months, before finally you’ll just grow accustomed to your new way of life. You’ll be able to hide the damage you’ve suffered. Who knows, you might actually gain some sympathy for it. But then again, that would only play further into your attention seeking.
Me…I’m not a cripple. Or at least not within the mindset of how you think our suffering is somehow comprisable. You see unlike you, I get reminded of my problems every fucking time someone ask me a question. When someone doesn’t recognize me, they attempt to interact with me as if I was somehow human. And those who do recognize me simply recoil in fear to what I’ve done to myself, and what I’ve done to others.
You see, I’m not a cripple Kurt…I’m a monster.
After the years of people have been telling me that, that I’m a freak, that I’m somehow below them…I’ve finally see why.
Because you see…They fear me. They have good reason to fear me too. Truth be told Kurt I could have come to APW, I could have had that respectful match with you, and the truth is it wouldn’t matter which of us won. We would both have walked away happy men. I would have moved onto Survive and Conquer, you would have dealt with Chris Hart in your own fucking time.
Problem is…well, that’s not happening now. Because when I look at you, I don’t see the same man that I’ve faced before. Because I know you’ve been watching me Kurt. You watches me as I beat Terry Marvin. You watched me as I made Jack Benevolence tap out after a year of him being fucking untouchable. And I did in the federations that everyone had YOU pinned down as the savior. Our White Knight that’s going to send the evil into the bottomless pits of Hell itself.
I came into your castle, and I took it over, with ease. You see Noble, you’ve been watching me.
And you’ve seen me do everything you said YOU would, in a fraction of the time. And you fear that. That why you’ve declared all these words of wars, and sacrifices. Because you’re trying to intimidate me. And truth be told the whole “lack of respect” thing almost caused me to turn my tail and run away. A lot more effectively than your words of blood and guts, mind you.
You don’t want to face me, not because the match has no purpose, but because you know when we meet in that ring again, I’m going to show the difference between the man you were when I beat you in SCW last year, and the fucking shell you’ve become now.
Namely, last year I needed to get you with a roll-up to beat you…This time I’m gonna wrap my arms around your fucking neck and squeeze as the crowd chants along with the three final words you’ll hear before you pass out.
Vene…
Vidi…
Vici…
You may be Kurt Noble. And you may have been the posterboy for APW and The Experts…But now I get to show the world exactly what it is that I’m capable of.
And that’s going to happen by me doing what I always do Kurt…by proving who the better man always was…
Enjoy,
~Rhys.
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An Open Letter to Kurt Noble.
Greetings. To many of you, my name will seem new. To others, you will have seen it around from place to place. You see, I’m not someone of whom expects you to know my name if you’ve no reason to.
This week, I face off against Kurt Noble. A man of whom my history has been quite extensive. However, by the looks of things, he wants to fight me about as badly as he wants to get on his knees and pray to Doug E. Fresh. Which is good.
Because truth be told, I’m feeling the exact same fucking way. The nasty realities of this is that I didn’t come here to fight you Kurt. As you mentioned yourself, there’s no rhyme or reason to this match bar some kind of redemption on your part for a loss you don’t care that you suffered.
There is no reason for this match to happen…and therefore it won’t. You see I don’t like being disrespected Kurt. But what I hate even more is getting put against people of whom do not wish to fight me. And with good reason.
You see Kurt. I’ve no reason to fight you…So I’m not going to. I mean, that’s what you want, isn’t it? To not have to deal with me…Well you know what.
You don’t have you. I’ll save Jeff the plane ticket. I’ll save you the effort of having to lose to me.
You see the truth is Kurt…I don’t want to fight you either. You’re 100% right, about everything. There is no reason for this match to go on. I didn’t come here for you. I came for Survive and Conquer. I came for a Million Dollars, so that I might one day correct the mistake I’ve made. So that children won’t be scared looking at me. So that one day I might be able to look the woman in my life into her deep blue eyes and tell her that I love her…That’s what I came for.
You see Kurt, this is how it’s going to play out. You want to unleash Chaos, then by all fucking means do it. Because I’m not gonna be there to stop you.
You don’t have to worry about me Kurt because you see, I know you don’t want to fight me. And I sure as hell have no desire to fight you. Why would I? Beating you again bares me no benefit. You want to know why I came out last week? You want to know why I came out spoiling for a fight?
Because it weren’t for you. Believe me when I say it was never for you.
I wanted Terry Marvin. I wanted a man of whom beat you. Truth of the matter is you present no worth anymore. No challenge to me. Terry Marvin does. So you know what? You don’t have to worry about fighting me this week Kurt. Because you’re not going to.
You’re going to step into that ring. And the refs gonna count to ten. And then when he does. You’re going to be declared the winner. And then we can both move on. Me to Survive and Conquer, and you to Chris Hart…Trust me, you said his name enough times for it to truly stick in my head so I guess it makes sense that he’s the only one on your brain. But you know what? That’s OK. That saves me the effort of having to travel from one side of the earth to the other.
Because I’m not fighting someone who doesn’t want to fight me. Marvin wanted to fight me. I wanted to fight Marvin. You want to fight Chris, I have no doubts in my mind that Chris probably wants to fight you.
Because you’re right. It’s a holding pattern. And I’ve been in a holding pattern for 24 years. So don’t worry about it. You can claim this victory over me. It achieves nothing, just like you said it would.
So enjoy it…
Signed
“The Ghost” Adrien Specter
“The Ghost” Adrien Specter
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As I look over my brother’s words, I felt my heart sink. His revelations about Noble had driven him to realize how much of a downfall he had taken in the months that they had lost contact. However, given how Kurt treated his opponent last week, I don’t see how he should be surprised by that.
He had entered the ring, and had done everything within his power to hurt Roy. To somehow try and prove that he was better than him. That he was beyond his capabilities as a fighter…and truth be told he was probably right. Speede was a rookie in comparison to the likes of my brother and Noble. And although he stepped into the ring with him, and fought his heart out…he was never going to win that match. Not even against a man with Noble’s physical problems.
I looked over to Adrien, seated in the corner of the room, looking out of the window of our Vegas hotel room.
“Is this really how you feel about this? Is this really how you want this to do down?” I asked him, as he shook his head slowly. The glass in his hand was placed upon the windowsill, before he rested his back up against the glass, and began signing to me.
”No, but I think it’s a bit past what I want…”
“Look, no matter how hard you try and wish it, Kurt isn’t the same man he was back then. He isn’t going to be. Not after what he’s gone through with his divorce, this shit with Hart.”
”Do you remember what happened to me when I was about to face Kurt before?” Adrien signed slowly, as I tried to think back.
“You beat him…”
”I said before…with Extream.” He asked, as slowly I let out a large sigh.
“You took Pricilla into the ring, and got yourself DQed by attempting to Ex him with her.”
“You remember what I did after that?”
The more my brother continued to ask questions about my memory, the more I felt my heart sink lower and lower.
“You went to the bar. You got drunk. You called yourself a monster because that’s all anyone thought you were…and then you cried.”
”Noble put a stop to that…” Adrien began, ”Kurt helped me to show the world what I was capable of. That I was more than just a hardcore wrestler…He stepped in the ring with me, showing no sign of fear that I would go outside and grab a steel chair. He didn’t enter between those ropes, thinking that they were going to be covered in barbed wire by the end of it. We went in there, and he helped me show the world that I was a wrestler…not some, one trick pony that everyone perceived me as.”
“And what’s so different now?” I asked.
“You heard what he said about me. About all that we’d been together, and he’s right. This match doesn’t really have a meaning, and yet I’m still expected to fly across the world in an attempt to try and defend some kind of honor against a man who couldn’t give two shits about it.
“But that’s on him…Not you. You, you’ve something to prove Adrien. Unlike him, there’s still a chance for you. You’ve proven yourself time and time again, and this is how you get treated for it? Doesn’t that make you angry?”
”It would make me angry if I wasn’t so pissed about the fact he’s right…” Adrien replied, his face showing the blunt tone he expressed it with.
“So look at it from a different perspective. You’ve beaten him once-“
Suddenly, Adrien clapped, stopping me mid-sentence.
“And look at what that’s proven…Beating him again isn’t going to change the fact that he’s nothing more than a shadow of the man he use to be.”
“So this time will be easier, what’s the problem.”
”I don’t do things because they’re easy…”
“No, you do things to prove a point. Jeff wants to see you work before he gives you a chance at Marvin. It’s what we all want to see, and this was the test. So you’re just going to fail that, are you?”
”There isn’t a test here…this is a punishment to Kurt for not playing nice with others. I already have to deal with Dorling’s shit in SCW, why should I have to deal with Jeff’s when I’m here?”
“Because believe it or not Adrien, that’s the kind of reputation you have…”
”Well I don’t want that fucking reputation.”
“So you’d rather have one of someone who no-shows events?” I ask, as suddenly the atmosphere in the room grows a lot colder. “It may not be what you want…but you’ve still got to do it. If you want Terry again, you’ll have to jump through your hoops to get it…And if you want to help Kurt, you’re gonna have to get in the ring with him and show him exactly what’s gonna happen if he keeps going down this path…” Slowly I stand, walking over to Adrien, looking him dead in the eye.
“Namely, he’s gonna turn into something you’re gonna hunt down…Now…Write it out again. I’ve got to talk to Dorling about borrowing the plane again...”
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Another Open Letter to Kurt Noble, and to APW.
Looking back at what I wrote to you last time Kurt, I begin to wonder what it is that I was thinking. But I suppose that’s truly a credit to you of all things, about what you were to me, and deep down what it is that you’ve become.
Back in The Experts, when we sided together with the likes of Keaton Saint, Sally Talfore, and Scott DiBiase, we knew back then where our faith was placed. This wasn’t some “we’re not friends, we’re BROTHERS!” kinda shit either. Truth be told we knew what we were. We were a bunch of young hopefuls...well, you lot were. I was a 23 year veteran. I’d seen little groups like ours come together over common causes like defeating the One Ring Circus. I’ve seen them come and go exactly the same way this one did.
So I hear you ask as to why I joined? Why did I side with a group that would simply fall apart, just as I had seen clones of for the quarter of a century of which I’ve been fighting. What was the difference between the hundreds of other groups of people just trying to do the right thing?
The answer is simple Kurt...it was you.
Now I’m not going to try and disillusion myself into thinking that back then, I was nothing more than a cog in the machine. We all knew who the figure head was suppose to be. We all know who’d come out of this smelling of roses, where-as the rest of us? Well we’d slowly grow apart. Go our separate ways, and continue on our own stories. The New Experts were, in a way, nothing more than an idea to push you. To prove that we would support you, as you stepped up to face off against Jack Benevolence and take the True Experts Title!
And you know what happened? You faltered.
You lost. There’s no beating around the bush with this. We supported you through and through, and in the end you let us down. But that was OK Kurt. Because of who you were. Because of what you represented to us. You represented hope that good would somehow get through again, and you did that. You did that by promising us results...And then Survive and Conquer came around last year. You promised us that you weren’t going to be the man to come out and say that you were going to win. You weren’t going to be the man that everyone expected you to be. And you know the most ironic thing.
The fact you’re saying the exact same thing now as you did back then. You said you wern’t going to play by other people’s rules. How your life wasn’t going to be dictated by the words of others. The only real difference, looking back Kurt is that last time, you had Jeff stand next to you, rather than oppose you.
Then again, Jeff was looking across the table from me when he asked if I wanted a warm-up match. You see this match originally had a reason, although you’ve chosen to take the side and admit that it was fake.
You see Kurt, it’s clear you don’t trust Jeff, as much as he doesn’t trust you. But you’ve got to look at this from this perspective. Here’s a man looking for a match against APW’s World Heavyweight Champion. He already tapped him out once in The Experts, and now he’s coming here looking to repeat it on his home territory. Why the fuck would Jeff allow me to do that? Why would he allow me to take on his champion, then go on to Survive and Conquer, where I then plan on beating the rest of his roster and win a million dollars.
You see Kurt, you may not realize it yet, but by coming to the ring, and deciding that I’m going to be your sacrificial lamb to a cause that I’ve fuck all to do with. You are, in fact, still doing exactly what Jeff wants you to do.
He wants you to remove the threat of Adrien Specter from his competition. He’s watched me beat Terry Marvin before. He’s seen me run through SCW and all that stand before me. Numerous world champions defeated by my hands in the last few months then you’ve done in the number of years that you’ve been the poster boy for APW and The Experts. Every time they demanded you step up, right when everyone got behind you...and you falter.
Just like you always fucking have. Well guess what Kurt. Now your time has long since past. You got chewed up, and spat out in a fraction of the time that I’ve been in this business.
Have I suffered moments of weakness? Have I gone and done things that still haunt me to this day? Yeah, I have. You see, believing in you, was a moment of weakness. Having seen cookie cutter, handsome men like you step beyond a freak like me for 24 years. All of them looking to try and be the greatest until someone else comes and takes their place. You see Kurt that’s the biggest problem with people like you.
You’re not the center of attention. And that’s why you’ve begun lashing out. You don’t get your way, you cause a scene. You don’t get the opponent you want, you start throwing your toys out the fucking pram and declare that you’re going to destroy the man who you’re facing instead.
Hate to break this to you Kurt, but no matter how much you desire it…This isn’t “Nobledrive” anymore…
Now…it’s my time.
2013.
The Year of The Specter. The mark of my life within this industry as I hit a quarter of a century…And how nothing has changed in the long run since I began.
There are always good guys that go bad. Bad guys that turn over a new leaf, and the world keeps going round and round and round. But no more Kurt.
No. Fucking. More.
Last year I beat you by rolling you up into a pin. Last year I beat you through more luck then judgment. I went against a man who respected me, as much as I did him. A man who was able to enter my territory and show the world exactly how much it would take for me to keep you down.
However, this time I’m not going against that man. He may have the same name, and he may look the same, but appearances are truly deceptive.
The reasoning behind this match for you is because Jeff wants you irritated at the prospect of not getting what you want. He knows how you’ll react because he’s a smart man, and your pattern is one every promoter worth his weight in salt knows well. It’s called a fucking ego.
It’s something that I deal with on many an occasion. And this time will be no different. I stop you. Jeff gets his match, and he gets me weakened for when I fight for his money. People say it’s unfair that I somehow drew No. 97.
This week, Kurt, I prove why.
You see, you and me aren’t alike. As much as you wish to believe we are, there’s a vast difference between the pair of us. And yet you still use both our names within the same category.
You and me are both “cripples”. Or at least you think we are.
You think your suffering is in any comparison to mine? Let’s get real here for a fucking minuet. Your leg doesn’t work. No worries. You can get it replaces when the thing finally falls off. You’ll struggle for a few months, before finally you’ll just grow accustomed to your new way of life. You’ll be able to hide the damage you’ve suffered. Who knows, you might actually gain some sympathy for it. But then again, that would only play further into your attention seeking.
Me…I’m not a cripple. Or at least not within the mindset of how you think our suffering is somehow comprisable. You see unlike you, I get reminded of my problems every fucking time someone ask me a question. When someone doesn’t recognize me, they attempt to interact with me as if I was somehow human. And those who do recognize me simply recoil in fear to what I’ve done to myself, and what I’ve done to others.
You see, I’m not a cripple Kurt…I’m a monster.
After the years of people have been telling me that, that I’m a freak, that I’m somehow below them…I’ve finally see why.
Because you see…They fear me. They have good reason to fear me too. Truth be told Kurt I could have come to APW, I could have had that respectful match with you, and the truth is it wouldn’t matter which of us won. We would both have walked away happy men. I would have moved onto Survive and Conquer, you would have dealt with Chris Hart in your own fucking time.
Problem is…well, that’s not happening now. Because when I look at you, I don’t see the same man that I’ve faced before. Because I know you’ve been watching me Kurt. You watches me as I beat Terry Marvin. You watched me as I made Jack Benevolence tap out after a year of him being fucking untouchable. And I did in the federations that everyone had YOU pinned down as the savior. Our White Knight that’s going to send the evil into the bottomless pits of Hell itself.
I came into your castle, and I took it over, with ease. You see Noble, you’ve been watching me.
And you’ve seen me do everything you said YOU would, in a fraction of the time. And you fear that. That why you’ve declared all these words of wars, and sacrifices. Because you’re trying to intimidate me. And truth be told the whole “lack of respect” thing almost caused me to turn my tail and run away. A lot more effectively than your words of blood and guts, mind you.
You don’t want to face me, not because the match has no purpose, but because you know when we meet in that ring again, I’m going to show the difference between the man you were when I beat you in SCW last year, and the fucking shell you’ve become now.
Namely, last year I needed to get you with a roll-up to beat you…This time I’m gonna wrap my arms around your fucking neck and squeeze as the crowd chants along with the three final words you’ll hear before you pass out.
Vene…
Vidi…
Vici…
You may be Kurt Noble. And you may have been the posterboy for APW and The Experts…But now I get to show the world exactly what it is that I’m capable of.
And that’s going to happen by me doing what I always do Kurt…by proving who the better man always was…
Signed,
“The Ghost” Adrien Specter
“The Ghost” Adrien Specter
