Post by EmbodimentOfFear on Mar 8, 2012 20:24:36 GMT -5
February 29
Check another off the list.
On Synergy I made an appearance on Ground Zero, the name given to the Synergy segment that typically focuses on highlighting the inadequacies of 'The Cyclone' JK, the result being a perfect storm of blatant idiocy. While sharing the ring, I was struck by amazement with the low expectations that he sets for himself. Here is a man who is a week away from a match to become the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship. That same day, I defend that championship against a person who has historically been a friend and an ally to JK. Yet he asks me my thoughts on the potential of having No Holds Barred headlined by myself defending against John Russo?
Man, grow a set.
March 1
It isn't long before I will be boarding a plan to the land of the rising sun, for a match against a man that views himself as a mentor and teacher. Perhaps it lends credibility to the old saying that those that can, do, and those that can't, teach.
Alex Kiseragi has repeatedly demonstrated himself to be a person that wilts under pressure. He defines the phrase "can't win the big one." In just a few short days at Rising Sun, history recurs.
Those that fail to learn from the past are doomed.
And so I pack my bag and take my leave, but I have a personal matter to attend to first.
"Scared. I suppose I should have expected you at some point. Get the fuck out of my chair."
Phrixus smirked as he looked up at Director of Human Resources Robert Ooley from his own chair. He stood and walked around the table as Ooley did the same, his stare fixed on the World Heavyweight Champion as the latter took a seat on the opposite side of the desk.
"What do you want, I'm a busy man."
"A person can't visit an old friend?"
"We were never friends, and Louis has been blood-free for a remarkably long time. So hurry up and get to your point."
Phrixus sat down in the chair opposite Ooley, and thought for a moment.
"I need to beat this man."
"Who? Chester McChinky? He's a ping pong ball with shot knees. Ground him, take out his support, then wear him down, Ol' Bob would wager you could even make him tap out. And you know all that already. So what exactly is it that you do want?"
Phrixus just stared back at him.
"Allow me a guess. You proudly champion yourself as a five time World Champion, with reigns spread over four promotions. Except two of those promotions, most people couldn't remember if I put Louis up against their head. You won the World Title in LWF, and the federation responded by going on hiatus for two and a half years. Then you had your big moment here in UGWC, only to lose the World Heavyweight Championship at your first opportunity, to somebody who has already been forgotten to the past. So when you say you need to beat this man, what you really mean is that you need to do something to fucking justify the past ten years of your life. Yes?"
Phrixus simply continued to stare back at him, and after several moments started to open his mouth to speak, but stopped as Ooley squinted and moved his eyepatch to the other eye.
"What? It fucking chafes. Now get out of here and fuck off.
March 3
Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate. Rather, it is that we are powerful. Who are we to be brilliant, strong, or dominant?
Who am I not to be?
Check another off the list.
On Synergy I made an appearance on Ground Zero, the name given to the Synergy segment that typically focuses on highlighting the inadequacies of 'The Cyclone' JK, the result being a perfect storm of blatant idiocy. While sharing the ring, I was struck by amazement with the low expectations that he sets for himself. Here is a man who is a week away from a match to become the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship. That same day, I defend that championship against a person who has historically been a friend and an ally to JK. Yet he asks me my thoughts on the potential of having No Holds Barred headlined by myself defending against John Russo?
Man, grow a set.
March 1
It isn't long before I will be boarding a plan to the land of the rising sun, for a match against a man that views himself as a mentor and teacher. Perhaps it lends credibility to the old saying that those that can, do, and those that can't, teach.
Alex Kiseragi has repeatedly demonstrated himself to be a person that wilts under pressure. He defines the phrase "can't win the big one." In just a few short days at Rising Sun, history recurs.
Those that fail to learn from the past are doomed.
And so I pack my bag and take my leave, but I have a personal matter to attend to first.
* * * * *
"Scared. I suppose I should have expected you at some point. Get the fuck out of my chair."
Phrixus smirked as he looked up at Director of Human Resources Robert Ooley from his own chair. He stood and walked around the table as Ooley did the same, his stare fixed on the World Heavyweight Champion as the latter took a seat on the opposite side of the desk.
"What do you want, I'm a busy man."
"A person can't visit an old friend?"
"We were never friends, and Louis has been blood-free for a remarkably long time. So hurry up and get to your point."
Phrixus sat down in the chair opposite Ooley, and thought for a moment.
"I need to beat this man."
"Who? Chester McChinky? He's a ping pong ball with shot knees. Ground him, take out his support, then wear him down, Ol' Bob would wager you could even make him tap out. And you know all that already. So what exactly is it that you do want?"
Phrixus just stared back at him.
"Allow me a guess. You proudly champion yourself as a five time World Champion, with reigns spread over four promotions. Except two of those promotions, most people couldn't remember if I put Louis up against their head. You won the World Title in LWF, and the federation responded by going on hiatus for two and a half years. Then you had your big moment here in UGWC, only to lose the World Heavyweight Championship at your first opportunity, to somebody who has already been forgotten to the past. So when you say you need to beat this man, what you really mean is that you need to do something to fucking justify the past ten years of your life. Yes?"
Phrixus simply continued to stare back at him, and after several moments started to open his mouth to speak, but stopped as Ooley squinted and moved his eyepatch to the other eye.
"What? It fucking chafes. Now get out of here and fuck off.
* * * * *
March 3
Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate. Rather, it is that we are powerful. Who are we to be brilliant, strong, or dominant?
Who am I not to be?
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