Post by Adrien Specter on Mar 9, 2014 17:49:24 GMT -4
An open letter to Terry Marvin.
And so it happens. Finally the confrontation that most have been waiting for. “The Ghost” Adrien Specter, finally going one on one against “The Real Show” Terry Marvin on the final night of Rasslemania X.
Mr Showtime meets The Great Destroyer.
One of the greatest APW Champions could have chosen to fight anyone. Hell most of them would go tooth and nail for the opportunity to step in the ring with you, and you pushed them all aside in order to test yourself against me. You could have named anyone, and yet I was the one on your lips. I was the one chosen to fight you. To possibly be your final match of your career. I suppose I should feel honoured.
But I don’t.
Don’t get me wrong. I understand the sentiment, truly I do. I understand your wish to go out in that blaze of glory against one of the very few you’ve not had the chance to fight off against. I also understand that there is an even longer list of people who would love to get their hands on you. Tobias Burden looking to avenge the loss of his Apex title to you from CRW. I’m pretty sure of Evan wasn’t wrapped up with AC Smith and his upcoming Global Title shot he’d like to settle some bad blood between the pair of you. I know that after what you cost David Cyclone, he’d love to end your career, hell I’m sure Drake Mosa would adore to finish the job he started at Legacy.
Catalina South would want a rematch to show she’s able to beat you.
Young Mannie, Christ almighty Young Mannie. Do I even need to go into the disrespect you showed him?
Sally Talfore for tossing her off a cell at Survive and Conquer last year, a sentiment I can now sympathise with thanks to Mr Fresh. The irony being that I’m sure he wouldn’t mind giving you one last ride before you hang up the boots for good.
Parker.
Noble.
Hell after the retirement shit you pulled I’m amazed that Jeff didn’t come after you, let alone everyone else on the roster forming a line.
The list goes on and on, and yet I’m the one you ask to fight. YOU ask to fight, let’s not make any mistakes about that. And now I’m the one who’s supposed to feel honoured by the fact you brushed all those names and many like them to climb between the ropes one last time. I should feel honoured. I should feel respected. I should feel important…
…But I don’t. In fact, some would say I’m almost insulted.
I’m insulted because I can’t win. Not the match mind you, that victory I fully intend on taking home to SCW. No, it’s the fact that even when I do beat you, there will always be that sense of doubt. Allow for me to elaborate.
Your last match, you were struck by a car. That is how Drake Mosa beat you for the SCW Global Title. Granted, some may believe that because he already had a 2-0 record against you, he didn’t need the car, but that’s besides the point.
The point is that you were struck by a car. You were put down by your doctors, saying you’ll never step foot within that ring again, let alone against me…And in truth you seemed rather contented with that. I mean what else was there left to achieve? You’d already dominated APW, made good progress with CRW before it closed down, and SCW you jumped straight to the top with little standing in your way. You seemed happy in the prospect of turning in your wrestler card and turning into a promoter.
Showtime Wrestling…However, it would appear that your injures distracted you even more post that. Your family must look down on your attempts to get that one last high in the ring. Maggie can’t be happy with the fact the father of her children, the man she loves above all else is risking spending the rest of his life in a wheelchair in order to step in the ring with me.
Because that’s what this is, Marvin. This is you looking for another hit of the limelight. You’re looking for the next opportunity to be out in front of that crowd and hear them cheering your name. They may be with Catcalls or worship, it makes little difference. But the reality is that reaction that you get can be addicting.
You see, I think I know what you’re problem is. When you’ve spent your life looking to achieve something, and then it’s done, you begin to feel…pointless. As if all of life has been removed of meaning because you will never reach that peek again. The body starts to wear down, you slowly loose strength, hell I wouldn’t be surprised if your hair’s starting to thin out.
When you’ve reached the top of this industry Mr Marvin, where do you go from there? You never get that first ever high again. We case it, hell I’ve been chasing it for 25 years, and I’ve yet to experience the power that comes with holding a World Title…or at the very least a meaningful one. A 20 minutes reign, followed by one that lasted two weeks. Both brought to an end by politics and abuses of power. They mean nothing to me, hell most of my titles have meant nothing to me when I look back on them.
Killing a guy puts a lot of things into perspective. I know I seem to be resounding off this singular note as of late, but the truth is everyone else seems to hang that over my conscious, so I might as well embrace it. The truth is that when I step between those ropes, I’m looking for the next battle. The next hard fought victory. The relentless pursuit of a target.
I got that with Som.
I got that with Doug.
I fear I will never get that with you. And the worst thing is it’s not your fault.
You see, I understand that this ends. I understand that this is going to end at Rasslemania X. I understand that there will be no chase, no real target, and no victory for me. Because you’ll have the shield of doubt when I win against you.
I can just imagine it now. “Oh, he would never have been able to beat Marvin if he was 100%. He only beat him because Mosa warmed Terry up for him…”
Notice that sentence is in the third person? Because I know this won’t be coming from you, Terry. This will be coming from the fans, and every other person whom I would be fighting against from our match until the day I get put in the ground. Regardless that I already tapped you out in the Extreme Tournament in 2012. In that 4 way match I clasped my hands around your throat and tapped you out in the center of that ring.
But no one wants to remember that. It will always be “what have you done for me lately?”. And I fear in everyone’s eyes all I’ll be doing is putting down a crippled man that wasn’t as good as he was before. I suppose the biggest problem with all of this is that I truly don’t know what else to tell you. Because you and me both know it to be true.
Please believe me when I say I didn’t want things to go down this way. If I had it my way, I’d be fighting you for the Global Championship back in SCW. And I don’t mean that as disrespect for APW, but that is where my goal is. Sin City Wrestling is the place where I gave my heart, soul, and 6 months of my life locked within a cage. I wanted to face you there, for the title I’ve long been overdue.
And I suppose that’s why I’ve got to win against you. Given my position in the SureShot Ladder match next week, I could very well be holding the Global Title by the time I get to face you. I could finally be the figurehead of SCW, something I have worked long hand hard for. Something I’ve killed men, slayed demons, and eradicated Gods to work towards. And yet still I’m pushed aside for men and women who are brought in for a small ratings kick, the flavours of the month…Men and women who do fuck all to earn their spot as much as I have.
But soon it will be my turn, soon I plan on taking, rather than waiting…and what the addition of yet another Global Champion slain will make to the already extensive list I have. And I suppose that’s the largest reason as to why I must end you.
You see, you’re a hero. There is no doubting that. You have the respect of millions around the world, including myself. I would never take away the amount of time, effort, and work you’ve put into honing your craft. You’re the guy who’s going to come back for that last hooray. That final farewell to a career cut short.
And should you win, you get to climb up atop your white horse with your wife and children, and gallop off into the distance.
And your story ends.
The problem is, people never quite remember all the stuff that happens after the story has ended. Because while your days may be coming to a close, much like APW, my story is going to continue. My story is far from over, and I fear that losing to you will result in not only a disservice to myself, but for SCW, and everyone else who I will go on to beat in order to rise to the top.
I will beat you for SCW.
I will beat you for all those who you turned down.
And perhaps most importantly I will beat you for myself. Because as your story is running out of pages, and slowly coming to it’s inevitable conclusion.
Mine has just begun.
And so it happens. Finally the confrontation that most have been waiting for. “The Ghost” Adrien Specter, finally going one on one against “The Real Show” Terry Marvin on the final night of Rasslemania X.
Mr Showtime meets The Great Destroyer.
One of the greatest APW Champions could have chosen to fight anyone. Hell most of them would go tooth and nail for the opportunity to step in the ring with you, and you pushed them all aside in order to test yourself against me. You could have named anyone, and yet I was the one on your lips. I was the one chosen to fight you. To possibly be your final match of your career. I suppose I should feel honoured.
But I don’t.
Don’t get me wrong. I understand the sentiment, truly I do. I understand your wish to go out in that blaze of glory against one of the very few you’ve not had the chance to fight off against. I also understand that there is an even longer list of people who would love to get their hands on you. Tobias Burden looking to avenge the loss of his Apex title to you from CRW. I’m pretty sure of Evan wasn’t wrapped up with AC Smith and his upcoming Global Title shot he’d like to settle some bad blood between the pair of you. I know that after what you cost David Cyclone, he’d love to end your career, hell I’m sure Drake Mosa would adore to finish the job he started at Legacy.
Catalina South would want a rematch to show she’s able to beat you.
Young Mannie, Christ almighty Young Mannie. Do I even need to go into the disrespect you showed him?
Sally Talfore for tossing her off a cell at Survive and Conquer last year, a sentiment I can now sympathise with thanks to Mr Fresh. The irony being that I’m sure he wouldn’t mind giving you one last ride before you hang up the boots for good.
Parker.
Noble.
Hell after the retirement shit you pulled I’m amazed that Jeff didn’t come after you, let alone everyone else on the roster forming a line.
The list goes on and on, and yet I’m the one you ask to fight. YOU ask to fight, let’s not make any mistakes about that. And now I’m the one who’s supposed to feel honoured by the fact you brushed all those names and many like them to climb between the ropes one last time. I should feel honoured. I should feel respected. I should feel important…
…But I don’t. In fact, some would say I’m almost insulted.
I’m insulted because I can’t win. Not the match mind you, that victory I fully intend on taking home to SCW. No, it’s the fact that even when I do beat you, there will always be that sense of doubt. Allow for me to elaborate.
Your last match, you were struck by a car. That is how Drake Mosa beat you for the SCW Global Title. Granted, some may believe that because he already had a 2-0 record against you, he didn’t need the car, but that’s besides the point.
The point is that you were struck by a car. You were put down by your doctors, saying you’ll never step foot within that ring again, let alone against me…And in truth you seemed rather contented with that. I mean what else was there left to achieve? You’d already dominated APW, made good progress with CRW before it closed down, and SCW you jumped straight to the top with little standing in your way. You seemed happy in the prospect of turning in your wrestler card and turning into a promoter.
Showtime Wrestling…However, it would appear that your injures distracted you even more post that. Your family must look down on your attempts to get that one last high in the ring. Maggie can’t be happy with the fact the father of her children, the man she loves above all else is risking spending the rest of his life in a wheelchair in order to step in the ring with me.
Because that’s what this is, Marvin. This is you looking for another hit of the limelight. You’re looking for the next opportunity to be out in front of that crowd and hear them cheering your name. They may be with Catcalls or worship, it makes little difference. But the reality is that reaction that you get can be addicting.
You see, I think I know what you’re problem is. When you’ve spent your life looking to achieve something, and then it’s done, you begin to feel…pointless. As if all of life has been removed of meaning because you will never reach that peek again. The body starts to wear down, you slowly loose strength, hell I wouldn’t be surprised if your hair’s starting to thin out.
When you’ve reached the top of this industry Mr Marvin, where do you go from there? You never get that first ever high again. We case it, hell I’ve been chasing it for 25 years, and I’ve yet to experience the power that comes with holding a World Title…or at the very least a meaningful one. A 20 minutes reign, followed by one that lasted two weeks. Both brought to an end by politics and abuses of power. They mean nothing to me, hell most of my titles have meant nothing to me when I look back on them.
Killing a guy puts a lot of things into perspective. I know I seem to be resounding off this singular note as of late, but the truth is everyone else seems to hang that over my conscious, so I might as well embrace it. The truth is that when I step between those ropes, I’m looking for the next battle. The next hard fought victory. The relentless pursuit of a target.
I got that with Som.
I got that with Doug.
I fear I will never get that with you. And the worst thing is it’s not your fault.
You see, I understand that this ends. I understand that this is going to end at Rasslemania X. I understand that there will be no chase, no real target, and no victory for me. Because you’ll have the shield of doubt when I win against you.
I can just imagine it now. “Oh, he would never have been able to beat Marvin if he was 100%. He only beat him because Mosa warmed Terry up for him…”
Notice that sentence is in the third person? Because I know this won’t be coming from you, Terry. This will be coming from the fans, and every other person whom I would be fighting against from our match until the day I get put in the ground. Regardless that I already tapped you out in the Extreme Tournament in 2012. In that 4 way match I clasped my hands around your throat and tapped you out in the center of that ring.
But no one wants to remember that. It will always be “what have you done for me lately?”. And I fear in everyone’s eyes all I’ll be doing is putting down a crippled man that wasn’t as good as he was before. I suppose the biggest problem with all of this is that I truly don’t know what else to tell you. Because you and me both know it to be true.
Please believe me when I say I didn’t want things to go down this way. If I had it my way, I’d be fighting you for the Global Championship back in SCW. And I don’t mean that as disrespect for APW, but that is where my goal is. Sin City Wrestling is the place where I gave my heart, soul, and 6 months of my life locked within a cage. I wanted to face you there, for the title I’ve long been overdue.
And I suppose that’s why I’ve got to win against you. Given my position in the SureShot Ladder match next week, I could very well be holding the Global Title by the time I get to face you. I could finally be the figurehead of SCW, something I have worked long hand hard for. Something I’ve killed men, slayed demons, and eradicated Gods to work towards. And yet still I’m pushed aside for men and women who are brought in for a small ratings kick, the flavours of the month…Men and women who do fuck all to earn their spot as much as I have.
But soon it will be my turn, soon I plan on taking, rather than waiting…and what the addition of yet another Global Champion slain will make to the already extensive list I have. And I suppose that’s the largest reason as to why I must end you.
You see, you’re a hero. There is no doubting that. You have the respect of millions around the world, including myself. I would never take away the amount of time, effort, and work you’ve put into honing your craft. You’re the guy who’s going to come back for that last hooray. That final farewell to a career cut short.
And should you win, you get to climb up atop your white horse with your wife and children, and gallop off into the distance.
And your story ends.
The problem is, people never quite remember all the stuff that happens after the story has ended. Because while your days may be coming to a close, much like APW, my story is going to continue. My story is far from over, and I fear that losing to you will result in not only a disservice to myself, but for SCW, and everyone else who I will go on to beat in order to rise to the top.
I will beat you for SCW.
I will beat you for all those who you turned down.
And perhaps most importantly I will beat you for myself. Because as your story is running out of pages, and slowly coming to it’s inevitable conclusion.
Mine has just begun.
signed,
“The Ghost” Adrien Specter
“The Ghost” Adrien Specter
