Post by BDC on Dec 21, 2008 13:10:29 GMT -4
The following essay was posted on the “APW.com” website, and was written by Julian Bale. Readers discretion is advise, because it is uncut, and features foul language and themes of violence.
Flashing photography. Constant media scrutiny. Jealousy, corruption and politics.
These are just a few of the small things that make being a pro wrestler one of the hardest mental and physical jobs on the planet. On more than one occasion, even some of the toughest bastards in the history of the business have showed a hint of weakness, and succumbed to the temptation of steroids, thus condemning themselves to an uncertain future in the industry. One failed drug test is all it takes, and that's it. Game over baby, don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out! That moment of madness has just fucked up your entire life, and now you're worth nothing to anyone.
Then of course there's the even less fortunate ones – the ones that put their bodies on the line, night after night, week after week, just to please the fans. Let's face facts; the human body can only handle so much damage before it starts shutting down, so with all of the bumps and high spots during your wrestling career, eventually the pain end's up being to much for even the best of us warriors, so they have no option but to start taking medicated pain killers. Everyone knows about the Chris Benoit saga, so nothing else really needs to be said – not that I'm afraid of discussing such a touchy subject or anything. It's just that he events of that tragic incident speaks volumes, and even the most sadistic and fucked up amongst us never want to go through anything like that again, do we.
The point to it all is though is that being a wrestler is hard work. Some would even argue that there's more negatives than positives, and it only takes one mistake to not only potentially injure yourself, but to also potentially end up a cripple, in a coma, or even dead. And as we know – there's no coming back from that. It's a fucked up world that we live in. Some can handle, and some can.
Me? I'm Julian Bale. I can handle anything that's thrown at me. Now I've been accused of being arrogant, cocky, and a bit of a prick – but hey, I can't argue with any of those points. The people that think I'm all of the above are 100% right, and I'm actually quite proud of it. To wake up every day in pain, travelling for most of the year, and never having any down time to take care of shit isn't everyone's cup of tea, but for me it's EVERYTHING! I chose this path, and I am enjoying every single second of it, and I'll never allow anyone to take this lifestyle away from me. That means that I will do everything humanly possible to keep the pay cheques coming in month after month, and god help any cunt that stands in my way.
Is it because I think I'm special? Maybe I believe that I'm some messiah, sent with the gifts I've been blessed with to revolutionise the industry of pro wrestling? Well, fucked if I know. Maybe it's a little of both. Maybe it's just down to pure luck that I've made it this far. Bottom line is, I don't care how it's happened, or what I think of myself, because as long as my frame of mind keeps me focused on my goals, and as long as I keep notching up win after win then I'm one happy mother fucker.
Even at such a young age, I've seen and accomplished so much already, so imagine how good and successful I'll be when I actually get me some proper experience under my belt. In my honest opinion, there's no one on the APW roster that can beat me now, so what chance will they further down the road? I have all of the tools needed, and none of the weaknesses that plague so many other wrestlers. There is no stopping me, and that's a simple fact that all of you fucktards will have to get used to, because at the end of the day, and when it's all said and done, I will have allowed my action to back up my brash, and cocky words, and then you'll have no choice but to accept it.
Now some people may study this blog and comment on the fact that I've started with negative things that go hand in hand with industry, as opposed to the positives. To them, that may say that I'm a negative person, and that my persona is simply an act; something to hide behind if you will.
To those people I say, fuck off and get a real fucking job!
Some things in this business are kept as hush hush as possible, and tends to get ignored and swept under the carpet, never to be mentioned again, hence why I brought them up and out in the open.
The powers that be seem to think that if a subject isn't brought up, people simply forget. Now, while I agree with the idea that people are stupid in general, and that it embarrasses me to admit that over a quarter of my countrymen are legally mentally retarded, I have to state once and for all that people don't forget. The human race have many faults, but one of our greatest attributes is that even the dumbest of us have the ability to recognise bullshit. We can see that we're being fucked over and conned, and it pisses us off. So, with this awesome in built “bullshit detector”, how come we never actually do anything about it once we've worked out that we're being lied to?
We are engulfed by religious wars, power hungry dictators, corrupt governments, and simple differences of opinions that lead to shit storms, and here we all, stuck in the middle, watching and listening to all of the bullshit, and doing fuck all; despite the fact that our “Bullshit Detector's” are going fucking berserk and tearing us up from the inside out. Every single ounce of our mind, body and soul screams out for us to make a stand and do something about it, but we ignore it and just go with the flow, pretending to ourselves that we are content with the world just the way it is thank you very much, yet take every single opportunity to pretend that we have opinions on things to our friends as we talk about what we should have done about something, or what we would have done about it if things were different, or that if we were there then it would never had happened and ... well, I think I've made my point.
The human race as a whole are flawed, weak, and fucking pathetic, and you all make me fucking sick. You see, while you all sit back and wallow in your pathetic lives, I on the other hand embrace life and live it to the full. If something pisses me off, I confront it. If someone lies to me, I kick them in the balls and beat the shit out of them on the floor. Life is to short to fuck around, and me – well I'm going to continue living it up and enjoying myself.
I am Julian Bale, and I your better. I am what every single one of you should aspire to emulate, and maybe one day you'll all wake up and see the world for what it is, and finally start fucking living life as opposed to just existing – because that's all you do every day, as you sit in your houses, crying over all of the bad stuff. If you want things to change – make them! It's as simple as that, it really is.
Take my start in APW for example. Last week I faced Rocky Starr, and backed up my comments about destroying him and notching up my first win. I did everything I said I was going to do, and I did it with such quality, style and grace that President Jeff decided that I was worthy of an instant title shot. Ok, it's for the Tag Titles, but I've got to start somewhere. I originally wanted to make it a handicap match, where I faced Twister and Michael Lively on my own, but Jeff wasn't having any of that. He wanted the match to be as fair as possible, but all he's done is make it a handicap match. I don't want a partner, and I don't need a partner, because I am more than capable of taking the titles of those useless pricks all by me lonesome – and I have no problem in proving that statement - but now that I've acquired the services of Streets Wilson, they have zero chance of retaining their titles.
Speaking of Streets, let me formally announce that this isn't some kind of attempt to make a friend in APW. I don't need a friend here, and I don't want a friend. The one and only reason I approached you Streets is that Jeff made me find a partner or I wouldn't get a title shot, and it's as simple as that. You happened to be announcing your return to active duty, and were in the right place at the right time – you lucky son of a bitch! So now you get to be one half of the new APW Tag Team Champions of the World after “Christmas Chaos”, and you don't even to do that much work – if any for that matter – to acquire your half of the prestigious titles. Guess Christmas has come early for you ey Streets? I can't say it'll be an honour to be in a team with you, because if I'm going to be honest, I've never heard of you before, and couldn't give a fuck if you dropped dead tomorrow. This is a pure business orientated deal, and that's it, you got me? I hope so Streets, I really do, because if you do anything – and I do mean ANYTHING to fuck up this opportunity for me, then I will hunt you down and put you in a fucking coma! This is the first and last time I'm going to say this to you, so maybe you wanna get a pen and paper and make notes, because if there's one thing Julian Bale does better than anyone, is that he fulfils all of his promises and statements eventually, so please do take it under advisement. Notice there that I told you what would happen as opposed to warn you. You see Streets, a warning is nothing more than an empty threat, hence why I tell people how it is, as opposed to warn them.
Now that I've told you where you stand, and what I will do if things go wrong, there's no need for all of the unnecessary bullshit that normally is associated with new tag teams, and we can simply get on with our jobs and getting the job done. It really is that simple. Are you clear on all of the above?
Good.
I feel much better now that I've got that out of the way and out in the open, so now it's time to address my opponents at the PPV.
Twister and Michael Lively. One of the most talked about tag teams in recent history. They have a lot going for them – hell, some even hint that they have the potential to be the future of our industry. So, with all of that taken into consideration; looks like I'm going to be proving a lot of people wrong come Christmas Chaos aren't I.
Face facts kids, the Promised One is here, and the focus has switched to the true talent, and guess where that leaves you guys? Shit out of luck, that's where! You see, while you twat around with your pathetic little gimmicks, and ever so obvious scripted promos, thinking that you are the fucking shit and that you are both untouchable, all you do is lose focus and start to actually believe your own hype. Ok, you're funny guys, I'll grudgingly admit to that – but seriously, where the fuck does humour get you in this day and age? This is wrestling kids, not Saturday Night fucking Live! This is a serious business, and people get hurt. The way I see it, I don't care who the hell you are, if you come to the ring spouting stupid, lame ass jokes in an effort to make the fans like you even just a tiny bit more, then all you are doing is setting yourself up for a HUGE fall when your opponent actually knows what he's doing. You see boys, I fucking GUARENTEE you both that if you try ANY of that pathetic, and petty so called humour on me at the PPV, then you will end up with a quick, sharp shock, and I'll tell you why. I am not just some scared little rookie that's scared of his own shadow. I'm not one of these over hyped so called “superstars” that sign to a company full of promises and promise, only to fall at the first hurdle and never be heard of again. I am Julian Bale, and I am the real deal, and you should ignore that statement at your own peril, because trust me when I say I'm all business and no fucking around ... just ask Rocky Starr!
To give you an example regarding my comments on your crappy gimmicks, let's look at you both as individuals as opposed to this well oiled machine you both claim to be shall we? Who shall I start with? Erm ... let's start with Twister shall we?
Ah Twister. How are you kid? Nervous? What am I saying ... of course you aren't! As far as you are concerned, you and Lively are gonna walk in to the PPV and wipe the floor with me and Streets, not even breaking into a sweat, and doing it in record time to boot! You are the fucking man, and no one can beat you!
Well, that's what you show people on the outside, but you and me both know that it's all just a façade – a cleverly developed masquerade that has been developed to hide the truth; and the truth is that despite your bravado, you are a snivelling little cunt that should be shot and put out of his misery, and I have made it my personal duty to do just that!
Now I know you haven't actually verbally stated the above fact yet, but I'm a very good judge of character, and I've already got a good read on you. So, how did I manage to do this I hear you ask? Well, the answer is simple.
First off, you're Canadian, so that makes you an interbred, bucktooth, arrogant, delusional, yet at the same time cowardly son of a bitch by default. Ok, not your fault – genetics are a bitch and all, and yes, maybe I hit a little below the belt there, but hey – sue me.
Secondly, when I approached you and Lively and accepted your open challenge on Overdrive, I could see it in your eyes. You see Twister, some say that they eyes are the gateway to the soul, and I got a REAL good look into your soul that night, and you know what I saw Twister? I saw self doubt. I saw fear. I saw a guy that sits at home at night, crying himself to sleep because he knows the truth. I see a guy that is struggling to hide the fact that this isn't the life for him, but still tries his best to cling to even a small bit of hope that he can keep going for as long as possible, and that no one ever sees him for what he really is.
Twister, there's no shame in being honest and admitting to the world that you simple haven't got it anymore, which is a shame because you did once upon a time, but I do know for a fact that the time off you had seriously affected your sharpness, wrestling ability, charisma and self belief, so that being the case – why the hell do you continue punishing yourself the way you do? I mean, it must be driving you insane as you sit back and watch everyone else climbing the ladder and getting better and better, while you languish in your own little world of self doubt, content with mediocrity and the sickness in your stomach over what you've allowed yourself to become.
You see Twister, I've watched some tapes from your early days as a wrestler, and you know what I saw then? I saw passion, fire, and self belief. I saw a man that had what it took to be a legend, and you impressed me man, seriously! And you know why? Because the young you reminded me of myself and the way I look at our business. The only goal we should have as pro wrestlers is to win gold, and to be the main attraction. You know fully well that us guys on the under card and opening matches don't get paid even half of what the main event guys get, so it makes perfect business sense to grab that main event slot as soon as possible, otherwise we have no business being here in the first place. I know for a fact that I WILL be in the main event REAL soon, because there isn't a single person in APW that can defeat me. Fact. The tag titles are all nice and shiny and what not, but to me they are simply a tool to further my career. I plan on holding every single title here, climbing my way to the top and proving that I am not just bravado and that I have the ability to back my shit up. That's why I will succeed, and you won't, because as far as I can see, you are more than content with holding one half of the tag titles, because it's something else you can hide behind.
Don't be too hard on yourself though kid, because you're not the only one to blame. A lot of blame has to be laid on the shoulders of your tag partner, Michael Lively. You see Twister, he also sees what I see, and he is using you to further his own career, and the worse thing about it all is that deep down, you KNOW he is, yet you continue to let him walk all over you. He sees you as the weak link in the chain, but he also knows he needs you to stay in the limelight. He is holding you back, and you really need to do something about it, and you need to do is soon, or it's career suicide baby and you may as well just quit now and save yourself any future pain that's gonna come your way, because there will be a LOT of pain come the PPV.
So that being what it is, let me give you some advice. If I was you – and thank fuck I'm not, but anyway – during our match at Christmas Chaos, have a good look at how Lively promotes himself during our match. Watch how he basks in the limelight, and never – ever even acknowledges that you even exist ... well, not until he's desperate to tag you in due to the fact that I am beating him within an inch of his fucking life. And when you finally see him for what he truly is; a using, arrogant and over rated piece of crap, I want you to wait until the last possible second when he's trying to tag you ... and then I want you to ignore him and walk away. I want you to turn your back on him, like you should have months ago, and finally concentrate on you for a fucking change. I want you to take back what has been taken away from you, and do yourself some good, because if you don't then it is all over for you, I promise.
I am giving you a chance to finally realise that you have the potential to be somebody, and not just someone's bitch. If you do that then you will have earned my respect, and hey – not many people are allowed that privilege.
The ball is in your court now Twister. I know you'll try twisting my words on me when you eventually shoot one of your over the top, fake and ever so obvious promos and deny everything I've said, because let's face it – that's all you've got. You see, unlike other people, I have capacity to speak my mind without having anything to work off. Lively has given me some ammunition from his promo, and I will use it to full effect, but it wasn't needed. That's why I'm the Promised One and you aren't. That's why I'm going to succeed and you will fail. I am Julian Bale, and you will remember who I am come Sunday Night.
You have been warned.
So now that I've got the lackey out of the way, I'll now turn my attention to the guy that thinks he's Jesus, the notorious Michael Lively.
Ok ... wow, where do I even start with this fucking fruitcake?
So, you see yourself as some kind of bad ass do you punk? You strut around the locker room thinking you are the shit, and you think that you're also some kind of fucking comic genius at the same time. You use gimmick after fucking gimmick, stating that you don't need anything to make you special, contradicting yourself in the process. Well kid, it's about time someone opened your eyes and brought some truth into the open.
You say that you are the franchise for this company and that you put asses in seats. You say that you hate women, and that you are person to deal with them. You claim to be Jesus. You call yourself the White Lion. You risk it all with your high flying and dangerous style, acting like you really do have some sort of death wish.
Well, so fucking what!
Is that supposed to impress me Lively? Is that supposed to make you stand out amongst the others in the locker room? Is it supposed to make people instantly respect you because of what you do? Do me a favour, fuck off an die and get some perspective will you?
You spout on and on about how you hate the fans, yet you seem to be doing everything in your power to get them to love you. I've met hundreds of people like you Lively, and trust me when I say that you are far from being anything special. You see, people like you HAVE to be in the limelight every second of every day, and it kills you when someone doesn't like you, or if someone says anything bad about you. You use gimmick after gimmick as I have stated on many occasions, from Power Rangers suits to pre – scripted crap about people from Bewitched facing you as opposed to your real opponent. Every single thing you do is done in an effort to gain attention, simple as.
What's the matter kid? Daddy didn't hold you enough as a kid? Oops, silly me! Daddy was a pathetic, weak, and fucking scum cunt drug dealer that ended up where he belonged – behind fucking bars. Then you were brought up on the streets, and eventually discovered wrestling as an escape from it all and blah blah fucking blah. I've heard it all before. What, you think you're the only guy to have it rough during childhood? So take some free advice from me, and stop all of this childish attention seeking bullshit, and get yourself some professional help. You have daddy issues, and you need to sort your shit out, because frankly, it's embarrassing, and quite frankly it makes me wanna puke.
I mean, look at the Jesus thing you've got going on. You've obviously gone for something that you think will offend loads of people, thus making them watch you incase you get your face pounded in – which will happen at the PPV by the way, but I digress. Religious issues are a touchy subject kid, so fair play with having the balls to approach it in the way you do, but seriously – what's the point? I mean, sure it's entertaining for a little while, but it quickly gets boring and stale, and then what are you left with? I mean, look at what they are doing with Charlie Hass over in the WWE. That kind of thing has only got a certain shelf life, and then once the public don't give a fuck anymore, poor Chaz will be out on his ass quicker than you can say “Twister virtually lives inside Lively's anus, and I don't know where one begins and one ends”.
Then of course there's the whole knocking your mother out thing .. and that's entertaining why? I mean sure, we all had a little shocked smile going on when it first happened, but why the fuck do you insist in dragging it out and doing every single fucking week? Now don't get me wrong, I don't give a fuck how much you beat the whore up, because as far as I'm concerned she deserves everything she gets for giving birth to you in the first place, but have some decency for the rest of us and smack the bitch up in the privacy of your own house, because it's boring us all to tears now.
Going back to the Charlie Hass thing, if you continue with all this unrelevant, random bullshit then you will eventually find yourself out of a job. Choice is yours kid, I don't give a fuck if you live or die, let alone if you still have a job to come back to.
Ah, by the way – I have to congratulate you on the way you dealed with Twister in your last promo, when the whole “I already beat you once” kicked off. Oooh, you calmed down a hell of a shitstorm there didn't ya lil biddy! Add to that the comments where you told Twister that he picked the theme music and name for your tag team, and you did a hell of a job keeping your little bitch in place didn't you! See, I was right about you all along. You keep re – assuring him every now and then that he is a vital part of your team, because you've also seen the doubt in his soul, and you have to whatever it takes to keep your pet on a leash if you want to stay in the limelight. You know what, I don't know which one of you both I feel the most sorry for. On one hand you have a snivelling little terrified little punk in Twister, and on the other hand you have a cowardly, attention seeking he bitch in you. You both fucking disgust me, you really do!
Do you know what I'd do in your shoes Lively? I'd severe my ties with Twister as soon as possible and grow some fucking balls and go it alone. You more than talk the talk, but you fail when it comes to walking the walk. As long as you ally yourself with Twister, you be known as nothing more than a guy that doesn't have what it takes to be a serious contender for the big titles. You will always be known as someone that can't get the job done without someone holding your hand. That makes you a coward Lively, and despite your outward bravado, you can't deny it. Your actions speak louder than your words, and until you take a stand on your own and start earning respect, but if I'm right about you then you haven't the fucking balls to do it. Now I was you, I'd kick Twister in the balls before the match, throw him into the ring, and leave him to me and Streets and begin preparing to become a serious, and dedicated star in APW, but that'll never happen will it? Such a shame really.
Ok, I'm sick about talking about psychology, because – well, you're probably to fucking retarded to understand nine tenths of it anyway, so please allow me to dissect your actual promo.
So, taking your own past into account, what was up with bringing up Street's background the way you did? I've always thought that people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, and you kind of just opened up a whole can of worms there didn't ya? But, seeing as how I've already addressed the whole daddy thing, I'll save that for another day. All it does really is prove how fucking mind numbingly stupid you actually are – no, really!
Then you did the whole kayfabe routine ... yawn ... again, it's been done to fucking death, yet you STILL have to do it. Dear god, it's like being forced to watch to gay rhinos go at it, while having your toenails removed with a pair of pliers. Actually ... I think I'd rather go through that than have to listen to any more of your promos!
Next up, talk about your career in APW and what you've done and blah, blah blah. Nothing really innovative there is there? Oh yeah, and talk about women having cocks, ninjas, his hometown, beating Hardcore Ice, and ..... zzzzzz ... oh sorry, I fell asleep there, my bad. Oh wait, he's talking about me now. Best wake up I suppose and pay attention!
So, what has he got for me ... I bet it's something really relevant and entertaining and ... oops, nope ... he just goes for the whole “take the piss out of name” thing. For the love of all things holy kid, can't you come up with ANYTHING original? You do realise that it's almost 2009 don't you, because judging by the shit that comes out of your mouth, you belong more in the 1950's. You then have the fucking audacity to even HINT at the fact that we have something in common due to our personalities, well punk, you couldn't be more further from the truth! Yes, I am an arrogant prick, and yes I do walk around like I am the greatest thing this sport has ever seen, but unlike you Lively, I can back my words up! You claim that I am trying to emulate you, while you are just a walking contradiction to that statement, because all you EVER do is try to emulate others! I have already worked you out, and all you are to me is another obstacle. Again, unlike you, I will make you a win on MY record, because you simply aren't good enough to beat me Lively, and you can take that to the fucking bank, you egotistical, cunt! I am Julian Bale, and I don't need to emulate ANYONE, because I am the real fucking deal! So, do me a favour and think before you talk in future, because all you are doing is making me want to seriously hurt you. Not because you are right and that you are getting to me, but because everything about you offends me .. plus, if I get your jaw wired up from breaking it, I get some peace from your constant verbal diarrhoea, so shut the fuck up and die already will ya?
Come Christmas Chaos, there will be new tag team champions. People have been begging for someone to come along and shut both of you up, and I more than ready and capable of doing so. Enjoy your belts while you can, and also enjoy the privilege of being able to walk without the aid of crutches, because I am going to fuck you both up at the PPV. But don't worry, it won't be over then. I am more than willing to prove that your defeat won't be some fluke, so anytime you guys want a match with me, you've got it. Hell, I'll even let you pick the stipulation ... maybe you'll get to have your Power Ranger Suit Only match Lively? This goes out to you, and to the entire roster.
I am The Promised One, and I am going to beat every single one of you. I don't give a fuck what your name is, and I certainly don't fear ANY of you. I have no remorse, no morals, and no problem in getting the job done.
This is what I do, and this is the life I live
I am Julian Bale.
Remember the name.
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“This is The Life”, by Julian “The Promised One” Bale.
Flashing photography. Constant media scrutiny. Jealousy, corruption and politics.
These are just a few of the small things that make being a pro wrestler one of the hardest mental and physical jobs on the planet. On more than one occasion, even some of the toughest bastards in the history of the business have showed a hint of weakness, and succumbed to the temptation of steroids, thus condemning themselves to an uncertain future in the industry. One failed drug test is all it takes, and that's it. Game over baby, don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out! That moment of madness has just fucked up your entire life, and now you're worth nothing to anyone.
Then of course there's the even less fortunate ones – the ones that put their bodies on the line, night after night, week after week, just to please the fans. Let's face facts; the human body can only handle so much damage before it starts shutting down, so with all of the bumps and high spots during your wrestling career, eventually the pain end's up being to much for even the best of us warriors, so they have no option but to start taking medicated pain killers. Everyone knows about the Chris Benoit saga, so nothing else really needs to be said – not that I'm afraid of discussing such a touchy subject or anything. It's just that he events of that tragic incident speaks volumes, and even the most sadistic and fucked up amongst us never want to go through anything like that again, do we.
The point to it all is though is that being a wrestler is hard work. Some would even argue that there's more negatives than positives, and it only takes one mistake to not only potentially injure yourself, but to also potentially end up a cripple, in a coma, or even dead. And as we know – there's no coming back from that. It's a fucked up world that we live in. Some can handle, and some can.
Me? I'm Julian Bale. I can handle anything that's thrown at me. Now I've been accused of being arrogant, cocky, and a bit of a prick – but hey, I can't argue with any of those points. The people that think I'm all of the above are 100% right, and I'm actually quite proud of it. To wake up every day in pain, travelling for most of the year, and never having any down time to take care of shit isn't everyone's cup of tea, but for me it's EVERYTHING! I chose this path, and I am enjoying every single second of it, and I'll never allow anyone to take this lifestyle away from me. That means that I will do everything humanly possible to keep the pay cheques coming in month after month, and god help any cunt that stands in my way.
Is it because I think I'm special? Maybe I believe that I'm some messiah, sent with the gifts I've been blessed with to revolutionise the industry of pro wrestling? Well, fucked if I know. Maybe it's a little of both. Maybe it's just down to pure luck that I've made it this far. Bottom line is, I don't care how it's happened, or what I think of myself, because as long as my frame of mind keeps me focused on my goals, and as long as I keep notching up win after win then I'm one happy mother fucker.
Even at such a young age, I've seen and accomplished so much already, so imagine how good and successful I'll be when I actually get me some proper experience under my belt. In my honest opinion, there's no one on the APW roster that can beat me now, so what chance will they further down the road? I have all of the tools needed, and none of the weaknesses that plague so many other wrestlers. There is no stopping me, and that's a simple fact that all of you fucktards will have to get used to, because at the end of the day, and when it's all said and done, I will have allowed my action to back up my brash, and cocky words, and then you'll have no choice but to accept it.
Now some people may study this blog and comment on the fact that I've started with negative things that go hand in hand with industry, as opposed to the positives. To them, that may say that I'm a negative person, and that my persona is simply an act; something to hide behind if you will.
To those people I say, fuck off and get a real fucking job!
Some things in this business are kept as hush hush as possible, and tends to get ignored and swept under the carpet, never to be mentioned again, hence why I brought them up and out in the open.
The powers that be seem to think that if a subject isn't brought up, people simply forget. Now, while I agree with the idea that people are stupid in general, and that it embarrasses me to admit that over a quarter of my countrymen are legally mentally retarded, I have to state once and for all that people don't forget. The human race have many faults, but one of our greatest attributes is that even the dumbest of us have the ability to recognise bullshit. We can see that we're being fucked over and conned, and it pisses us off. So, with this awesome in built “bullshit detector”, how come we never actually do anything about it once we've worked out that we're being lied to?
We are engulfed by religious wars, power hungry dictators, corrupt governments, and simple differences of opinions that lead to shit storms, and here we all, stuck in the middle, watching and listening to all of the bullshit, and doing fuck all; despite the fact that our “Bullshit Detector's” are going fucking berserk and tearing us up from the inside out. Every single ounce of our mind, body and soul screams out for us to make a stand and do something about it, but we ignore it and just go with the flow, pretending to ourselves that we are content with the world just the way it is thank you very much, yet take every single opportunity to pretend that we have opinions on things to our friends as we talk about what we should have done about something, or what we would have done about it if things were different, or that if we were there then it would never had happened and ... well, I think I've made my point.
The human race as a whole are flawed, weak, and fucking pathetic, and you all make me fucking sick. You see, while you all sit back and wallow in your pathetic lives, I on the other hand embrace life and live it to the full. If something pisses me off, I confront it. If someone lies to me, I kick them in the balls and beat the shit out of them on the floor. Life is to short to fuck around, and me – well I'm going to continue living it up and enjoying myself.
I am Julian Bale, and I your better. I am what every single one of you should aspire to emulate, and maybe one day you'll all wake up and see the world for what it is, and finally start fucking living life as opposed to just existing – because that's all you do every day, as you sit in your houses, crying over all of the bad stuff. If you want things to change – make them! It's as simple as that, it really is.
Take my start in APW for example. Last week I faced Rocky Starr, and backed up my comments about destroying him and notching up my first win. I did everything I said I was going to do, and I did it with such quality, style and grace that President Jeff decided that I was worthy of an instant title shot. Ok, it's for the Tag Titles, but I've got to start somewhere. I originally wanted to make it a handicap match, where I faced Twister and Michael Lively on my own, but Jeff wasn't having any of that. He wanted the match to be as fair as possible, but all he's done is make it a handicap match. I don't want a partner, and I don't need a partner, because I am more than capable of taking the titles of those useless pricks all by me lonesome – and I have no problem in proving that statement - but now that I've acquired the services of Streets Wilson, they have zero chance of retaining their titles.
Speaking of Streets, let me formally announce that this isn't some kind of attempt to make a friend in APW. I don't need a friend here, and I don't want a friend. The one and only reason I approached you Streets is that Jeff made me find a partner or I wouldn't get a title shot, and it's as simple as that. You happened to be announcing your return to active duty, and were in the right place at the right time – you lucky son of a bitch! So now you get to be one half of the new APW Tag Team Champions of the World after “Christmas Chaos”, and you don't even to do that much work – if any for that matter – to acquire your half of the prestigious titles. Guess Christmas has come early for you ey Streets? I can't say it'll be an honour to be in a team with you, because if I'm going to be honest, I've never heard of you before, and couldn't give a fuck if you dropped dead tomorrow. This is a pure business orientated deal, and that's it, you got me? I hope so Streets, I really do, because if you do anything – and I do mean ANYTHING to fuck up this opportunity for me, then I will hunt you down and put you in a fucking coma! This is the first and last time I'm going to say this to you, so maybe you wanna get a pen and paper and make notes, because if there's one thing Julian Bale does better than anyone, is that he fulfils all of his promises and statements eventually, so please do take it under advisement. Notice there that I told you what would happen as opposed to warn you. You see Streets, a warning is nothing more than an empty threat, hence why I tell people how it is, as opposed to warn them.
Now that I've told you where you stand, and what I will do if things go wrong, there's no need for all of the unnecessary bullshit that normally is associated with new tag teams, and we can simply get on with our jobs and getting the job done. It really is that simple. Are you clear on all of the above?
Good.
I feel much better now that I've got that out of the way and out in the open, so now it's time to address my opponents at the PPV.
Twister and Michael Lively. One of the most talked about tag teams in recent history. They have a lot going for them – hell, some even hint that they have the potential to be the future of our industry. So, with all of that taken into consideration; looks like I'm going to be proving a lot of people wrong come Christmas Chaos aren't I.
Face facts kids, the Promised One is here, and the focus has switched to the true talent, and guess where that leaves you guys? Shit out of luck, that's where! You see, while you twat around with your pathetic little gimmicks, and ever so obvious scripted promos, thinking that you are the fucking shit and that you are both untouchable, all you do is lose focus and start to actually believe your own hype. Ok, you're funny guys, I'll grudgingly admit to that – but seriously, where the fuck does humour get you in this day and age? This is wrestling kids, not Saturday Night fucking Live! This is a serious business, and people get hurt. The way I see it, I don't care who the hell you are, if you come to the ring spouting stupid, lame ass jokes in an effort to make the fans like you even just a tiny bit more, then all you are doing is setting yourself up for a HUGE fall when your opponent actually knows what he's doing. You see boys, I fucking GUARENTEE you both that if you try ANY of that pathetic, and petty so called humour on me at the PPV, then you will end up with a quick, sharp shock, and I'll tell you why. I am not just some scared little rookie that's scared of his own shadow. I'm not one of these over hyped so called “superstars” that sign to a company full of promises and promise, only to fall at the first hurdle and never be heard of again. I am Julian Bale, and I am the real deal, and you should ignore that statement at your own peril, because trust me when I say I'm all business and no fucking around ... just ask Rocky Starr!
To give you an example regarding my comments on your crappy gimmicks, let's look at you both as individuals as opposed to this well oiled machine you both claim to be shall we? Who shall I start with? Erm ... let's start with Twister shall we?
Ah Twister. How are you kid? Nervous? What am I saying ... of course you aren't! As far as you are concerned, you and Lively are gonna walk in to the PPV and wipe the floor with me and Streets, not even breaking into a sweat, and doing it in record time to boot! You are the fucking man, and no one can beat you!
Well, that's what you show people on the outside, but you and me both know that it's all just a façade – a cleverly developed masquerade that has been developed to hide the truth; and the truth is that despite your bravado, you are a snivelling little cunt that should be shot and put out of his misery, and I have made it my personal duty to do just that!
Now I know you haven't actually verbally stated the above fact yet, but I'm a very good judge of character, and I've already got a good read on you. So, how did I manage to do this I hear you ask? Well, the answer is simple.
First off, you're Canadian, so that makes you an interbred, bucktooth, arrogant, delusional, yet at the same time cowardly son of a bitch by default. Ok, not your fault – genetics are a bitch and all, and yes, maybe I hit a little below the belt there, but hey – sue me.
Secondly, when I approached you and Lively and accepted your open challenge on Overdrive, I could see it in your eyes. You see Twister, some say that they eyes are the gateway to the soul, and I got a REAL good look into your soul that night, and you know what I saw Twister? I saw self doubt. I saw fear. I saw a guy that sits at home at night, crying himself to sleep because he knows the truth. I see a guy that is struggling to hide the fact that this isn't the life for him, but still tries his best to cling to even a small bit of hope that he can keep going for as long as possible, and that no one ever sees him for what he really is.
Twister, there's no shame in being honest and admitting to the world that you simple haven't got it anymore, which is a shame because you did once upon a time, but I do know for a fact that the time off you had seriously affected your sharpness, wrestling ability, charisma and self belief, so that being the case – why the hell do you continue punishing yourself the way you do? I mean, it must be driving you insane as you sit back and watch everyone else climbing the ladder and getting better and better, while you languish in your own little world of self doubt, content with mediocrity and the sickness in your stomach over what you've allowed yourself to become.
You see Twister, I've watched some tapes from your early days as a wrestler, and you know what I saw then? I saw passion, fire, and self belief. I saw a man that had what it took to be a legend, and you impressed me man, seriously! And you know why? Because the young you reminded me of myself and the way I look at our business. The only goal we should have as pro wrestlers is to win gold, and to be the main attraction. You know fully well that us guys on the under card and opening matches don't get paid even half of what the main event guys get, so it makes perfect business sense to grab that main event slot as soon as possible, otherwise we have no business being here in the first place. I know for a fact that I WILL be in the main event REAL soon, because there isn't a single person in APW that can defeat me. Fact. The tag titles are all nice and shiny and what not, but to me they are simply a tool to further my career. I plan on holding every single title here, climbing my way to the top and proving that I am not just bravado and that I have the ability to back my shit up. That's why I will succeed, and you won't, because as far as I can see, you are more than content with holding one half of the tag titles, because it's something else you can hide behind.
Don't be too hard on yourself though kid, because you're not the only one to blame. A lot of blame has to be laid on the shoulders of your tag partner, Michael Lively. You see Twister, he also sees what I see, and he is using you to further his own career, and the worse thing about it all is that deep down, you KNOW he is, yet you continue to let him walk all over you. He sees you as the weak link in the chain, but he also knows he needs you to stay in the limelight. He is holding you back, and you really need to do something about it, and you need to do is soon, or it's career suicide baby and you may as well just quit now and save yourself any future pain that's gonna come your way, because there will be a LOT of pain come the PPV.
So that being what it is, let me give you some advice. If I was you – and thank fuck I'm not, but anyway – during our match at Christmas Chaos, have a good look at how Lively promotes himself during our match. Watch how he basks in the limelight, and never – ever even acknowledges that you even exist ... well, not until he's desperate to tag you in due to the fact that I am beating him within an inch of his fucking life. And when you finally see him for what he truly is; a using, arrogant and over rated piece of crap, I want you to wait until the last possible second when he's trying to tag you ... and then I want you to ignore him and walk away. I want you to turn your back on him, like you should have months ago, and finally concentrate on you for a fucking change. I want you to take back what has been taken away from you, and do yourself some good, because if you don't then it is all over for you, I promise.
I am giving you a chance to finally realise that you have the potential to be somebody, and not just someone's bitch. If you do that then you will have earned my respect, and hey – not many people are allowed that privilege.
The ball is in your court now Twister. I know you'll try twisting my words on me when you eventually shoot one of your over the top, fake and ever so obvious promos and deny everything I've said, because let's face it – that's all you've got. You see, unlike other people, I have capacity to speak my mind without having anything to work off. Lively has given me some ammunition from his promo, and I will use it to full effect, but it wasn't needed. That's why I'm the Promised One and you aren't. That's why I'm going to succeed and you will fail. I am Julian Bale, and you will remember who I am come Sunday Night.
You have been warned.
So now that I've got the lackey out of the way, I'll now turn my attention to the guy that thinks he's Jesus, the notorious Michael Lively.
Ok ... wow, where do I even start with this fucking fruitcake?
So, you see yourself as some kind of bad ass do you punk? You strut around the locker room thinking you are the shit, and you think that you're also some kind of fucking comic genius at the same time. You use gimmick after fucking gimmick, stating that you don't need anything to make you special, contradicting yourself in the process. Well kid, it's about time someone opened your eyes and brought some truth into the open.
You say that you are the franchise for this company and that you put asses in seats. You say that you hate women, and that you are person to deal with them. You claim to be Jesus. You call yourself the White Lion. You risk it all with your high flying and dangerous style, acting like you really do have some sort of death wish.
Well, so fucking what!
Is that supposed to impress me Lively? Is that supposed to make you stand out amongst the others in the locker room? Is it supposed to make people instantly respect you because of what you do? Do me a favour, fuck off an die and get some perspective will you?
You spout on and on about how you hate the fans, yet you seem to be doing everything in your power to get them to love you. I've met hundreds of people like you Lively, and trust me when I say that you are far from being anything special. You see, people like you HAVE to be in the limelight every second of every day, and it kills you when someone doesn't like you, or if someone says anything bad about you. You use gimmick after gimmick as I have stated on many occasions, from Power Rangers suits to pre – scripted crap about people from Bewitched facing you as opposed to your real opponent. Every single thing you do is done in an effort to gain attention, simple as.
What's the matter kid? Daddy didn't hold you enough as a kid? Oops, silly me! Daddy was a pathetic, weak, and fucking scum cunt drug dealer that ended up where he belonged – behind fucking bars. Then you were brought up on the streets, and eventually discovered wrestling as an escape from it all and blah blah fucking blah. I've heard it all before. What, you think you're the only guy to have it rough during childhood? So take some free advice from me, and stop all of this childish attention seeking bullshit, and get yourself some professional help. You have daddy issues, and you need to sort your shit out, because frankly, it's embarrassing, and quite frankly it makes me wanna puke.
I mean, look at the Jesus thing you've got going on. You've obviously gone for something that you think will offend loads of people, thus making them watch you incase you get your face pounded in – which will happen at the PPV by the way, but I digress. Religious issues are a touchy subject kid, so fair play with having the balls to approach it in the way you do, but seriously – what's the point? I mean, sure it's entertaining for a little while, but it quickly gets boring and stale, and then what are you left with? I mean, look at what they are doing with Charlie Hass over in the WWE. That kind of thing has only got a certain shelf life, and then once the public don't give a fuck anymore, poor Chaz will be out on his ass quicker than you can say “Twister virtually lives inside Lively's anus, and I don't know where one begins and one ends”.
Then of course there's the whole knocking your mother out thing .. and that's entertaining why? I mean sure, we all had a little shocked smile going on when it first happened, but why the fuck do you insist in dragging it out and doing every single fucking week? Now don't get me wrong, I don't give a fuck how much you beat the whore up, because as far as I'm concerned she deserves everything she gets for giving birth to you in the first place, but have some decency for the rest of us and smack the bitch up in the privacy of your own house, because it's boring us all to tears now.
Going back to the Charlie Hass thing, if you continue with all this unrelevant, random bullshit then you will eventually find yourself out of a job. Choice is yours kid, I don't give a fuck if you live or die, let alone if you still have a job to come back to.
Ah, by the way – I have to congratulate you on the way you dealed with Twister in your last promo, when the whole “I already beat you once” kicked off. Oooh, you calmed down a hell of a shitstorm there didn't ya lil biddy! Add to that the comments where you told Twister that he picked the theme music and name for your tag team, and you did a hell of a job keeping your little bitch in place didn't you! See, I was right about you all along. You keep re – assuring him every now and then that he is a vital part of your team, because you've also seen the doubt in his soul, and you have to whatever it takes to keep your pet on a leash if you want to stay in the limelight. You know what, I don't know which one of you both I feel the most sorry for. On one hand you have a snivelling little terrified little punk in Twister, and on the other hand you have a cowardly, attention seeking he bitch in you. You both fucking disgust me, you really do!
Do you know what I'd do in your shoes Lively? I'd severe my ties with Twister as soon as possible and grow some fucking balls and go it alone. You more than talk the talk, but you fail when it comes to walking the walk. As long as you ally yourself with Twister, you be known as nothing more than a guy that doesn't have what it takes to be a serious contender for the big titles. You will always be known as someone that can't get the job done without someone holding your hand. That makes you a coward Lively, and despite your outward bravado, you can't deny it. Your actions speak louder than your words, and until you take a stand on your own and start earning respect, but if I'm right about you then you haven't the fucking balls to do it. Now I was you, I'd kick Twister in the balls before the match, throw him into the ring, and leave him to me and Streets and begin preparing to become a serious, and dedicated star in APW, but that'll never happen will it? Such a shame really.
Ok, I'm sick about talking about psychology, because – well, you're probably to fucking retarded to understand nine tenths of it anyway, so please allow me to dissect your actual promo.
So, taking your own past into account, what was up with bringing up Street's background the way you did? I've always thought that people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, and you kind of just opened up a whole can of worms there didn't ya? But, seeing as how I've already addressed the whole daddy thing, I'll save that for another day. All it does really is prove how fucking mind numbingly stupid you actually are – no, really!
Then you did the whole kayfabe routine ... yawn ... again, it's been done to fucking death, yet you STILL have to do it. Dear god, it's like being forced to watch to gay rhinos go at it, while having your toenails removed with a pair of pliers. Actually ... I think I'd rather go through that than have to listen to any more of your promos!
Next up, talk about your career in APW and what you've done and blah, blah blah. Nothing really innovative there is there? Oh yeah, and talk about women having cocks, ninjas, his hometown, beating Hardcore Ice, and ..... zzzzzz ... oh sorry, I fell asleep there, my bad. Oh wait, he's talking about me now. Best wake up I suppose and pay attention!
So, what has he got for me ... I bet it's something really relevant and entertaining and ... oops, nope ... he just goes for the whole “take the piss out of name” thing. For the love of all things holy kid, can't you come up with ANYTHING original? You do realise that it's almost 2009 don't you, because judging by the shit that comes out of your mouth, you belong more in the 1950's. You then have the fucking audacity to even HINT at the fact that we have something in common due to our personalities, well punk, you couldn't be more further from the truth! Yes, I am an arrogant prick, and yes I do walk around like I am the greatest thing this sport has ever seen, but unlike you Lively, I can back my words up! You claim that I am trying to emulate you, while you are just a walking contradiction to that statement, because all you EVER do is try to emulate others! I have already worked you out, and all you are to me is another obstacle. Again, unlike you, I will make you a win on MY record, because you simply aren't good enough to beat me Lively, and you can take that to the fucking bank, you egotistical, cunt! I am Julian Bale, and I don't need to emulate ANYONE, because I am the real fucking deal! So, do me a favour and think before you talk in future, because all you are doing is making me want to seriously hurt you. Not because you are right and that you are getting to me, but because everything about you offends me .. plus, if I get your jaw wired up from breaking it, I get some peace from your constant verbal diarrhoea, so shut the fuck up and die already will ya?
Come Christmas Chaos, there will be new tag team champions. People have been begging for someone to come along and shut both of you up, and I more than ready and capable of doing so. Enjoy your belts while you can, and also enjoy the privilege of being able to walk without the aid of crutches, because I am going to fuck you both up at the PPV. But don't worry, it won't be over then. I am more than willing to prove that your defeat won't be some fluke, so anytime you guys want a match with me, you've got it. Hell, I'll even let you pick the stipulation ... maybe you'll get to have your Power Ranger Suit Only match Lively? This goes out to you, and to the entire roster.
I am The Promised One, and I am going to beat every single one of you. I don't give a fuck what your name is, and I certainly don't fear ANY of you. I have no remorse, no morals, and no problem in getting the job done.
This is what I do, and this is the life I live
I am Julian Bale.
Remember the name.
