Post by Dave Rydell on Feb 3, 2018 18:59:49 GMT -5
Chapter 1 - Failure
Man, the Global Challenge is in just 3 days. The questions always come up. The curiosity. The doubt. Everything. It always comes up in big money situations like this.
I’ve been in big money situations before. Hell, my last night in the LWF was a big money situation. And I came out on top. Unfortunately, I haven’t since then. I screwed myself over time and time again. And what do I keep doing? The same fucking thing.
Failure.
For years I have been in this company. For years I have just sort of coasted. I came in as the LWF Champion. Set to unify the title with the GIW Global Championship. What did I do? I failed. I failed miserably almost 8 years ago. Further on down after that, I won the Chaos Title to only lose it a week later. Failure.
I had a few decent matches but more of less faded into obscurity. Failure.
I disappeared. I quit. I gave up on everything. Failure.
So what did I do next? I made a come back! Failure.
I came back and left so many fucking times. Why? Because I was a failure.
Finally, in 2014 I decided I was done fucking around. I came back. And I challenged for the Cross Hemisphere Title, a belt, at the time, that I had won 3 times before. Failure.
I had shot after shot. Failure.
Then finally, on October 27, 2014, I did it. I wasn’t a failure. I won the belt for a prestigious 4th time. The only 4 time Cross Hemisphere Champion in the titles history. Success.
What happened next, is nothing short of…FAILURE!
I lost the belt. Failure.
I went on to lose a ton of matches. Failure.
I then won the Co-Operative Championship on 2 separate occasions only to lose them, both times. Failure.
I disappeared again. I couldn’t take the bullshit anymore. Why? Failure.
I decided that those who had wronged me would pay. I came back under a masked persona known as the Crazed Anarchist. Failure.
You remember that gimmick…the stupid one that got me nowhere. Failure.
I had one shot at the UGWC World Title. Against Travis Roberts. A man that I have beaten LITERALLY every time I faced him, except this time. Failure.
I haven’t had a shot since. And rightfully so. Because why? I was a failure.
Last year, Outlast, I had it all. I was ready and primed to go to the main event. But I got cocky. I became, yet again, a failure.
I have become the laughing stock of this company because I had no path. I had no direction. I no purpose. I have no true motivation. I was the butt of literally everybody’s jokes. I became a punchline. I was a failure.
Then Horizons happened. A moment in which I saw the opportunity to let out the aggression that was consuming me for so long. The unsettled debt between myself and Fear. At Horizons, I became a success.
Yet, in the eyes of some in the challenge, if not all of them…I am still a failure.
That changes now. I am no longer a failure.
Chapter 2 - Disappointment
To the tune of everyones song, I am just nothing but a disgrace to the business. Me winning the title would be the biggest travesty in it’s prestigious history. That’s fine. Because when I do become the World Champion, I won’t care what their tune is. I will be the one with the guitar, walking to my own chords.
Disappointment and failure have been something I am accustomed to. I have literally lost it all and come back from the brink of insanity. I have come back from the edge of self destruction to fulfill dreams. I have righted many wrongs. Yet this season is that of winning, for me. Usually I kick off each year by being a stale rag doll in the ring and getting the shit kicked out of me.
Everybody has these aspirations of being the best. That vision of their perfect self. Their wants, desires, goals, all achieved. Some are able to do it at the drop of a hat with hardly no work involved. Those are the truly gifted performers. Travis Roberts was one of those ones. Full of disappointment, and then brought himself back from the brink of destruction. How? With the single greatest World Title reign in the titles history. Yet when he lost it…he went back into the realm of disappointment. He disappeared.
I have lost a lot too, and I will not stop fighting until I have what I want. The disappointment era for Dave Rydell is over. I can assure you of that. I don’t give a fuck what Gabriel Baal has to say. I don’t care how nauseating he thinks I am or how cringe worthy I can be. To me, that just gives me the upper hand in any match against him one on one.
I do not care how angry I made Alan Wallace on Monday night. He can come in with the force of 10 armies, and it will not be enough for him to stop me from achieving my dream.
Eden Morgan can manipulate anything and everything around her. She has and will continue to do it. But it won’t stop the fact that my determination will trump her smoke and mirrors.
Jet Somers can backstab whoever he wants. He can sell out a thousand times over. Eventually it will come back to bite him when he stabs the wrong person in the back. Rogan took it easy on him, which is not something I will be able to say about myself when it’s all over.
Speaking of Rogan MacLean. A sorry excuse for a former World Champion. When he won the title, he won my respect. He gave me tips and ideas. But when Jet turned on him; which, everybody fucking saw coming; he laid down. He gave up. He turned tail and did nothing about it. Pitiful. Disappointing. Not me. You are just a stepping stone at this point.
Lucy Wylde is a true wild card. Pun intended. One of the hottest stars this company has seen in a long time. She brought back some glory to what it means to be the Cross Hemisphere Champion. Only to be screwed by the maniacal, Gabriel Baal. Sadly, I think she is done in round one as I know Baal well enough to know he won’t allow her to advance. As much as I’d like to see us go one on one and see who the better is, she’s got an uphill battle.
Finally, Zane Scott. Donovan Hasting’s puppet. He doesn’t realize it, but he is. A man who is destined for a great legacy in this company. A man who can literally have it all. But he chooses to stay sided with the wrong people. A man who is so dependent on those who surround him…he can never be an effective World Champion.
And to close…I have ruffled many feathers since I made my full time come back. I have sat back and collected my checks and ass whoopings. I dished a few out myself, but nothing to the magnitude in which I am about to unleash. I am done being a disappointment.
Chapter 3 - Changes
POST SYNERGY - 29 JANUARY 2018
Synergy goes off the air and Dave Rydell is walking out of the arena with his bag slung over his shoulder. He reaches the door, only to be stopped by Grey Coppi.
Grey: Dave, can I ask you a few questions about your actions tonight?
Dave lets out a light sigh and turns to Grey.
Dave: So predictable. So mapped out. You guys are all like clockwork. You never want to just take things as they happen. Take them at face value. Why can’t you just watch something, and be curious about what’s going to happen next?
Grey: Well, that’s the thing. You are going to Infinity next. You face Alan Wallace in the opening round of the Global Challenge. You made a very direct statement when you laid him out and help up his Cross Hemisphere Title.
Dave: Yeah, and then I dropped him right onto it.
Grey: But why? If you go back to the tape, you started the brawl. Why would you do that?
Dave: It’s quite simple, Grey. RefDell was the official for the match. What he did was technically considered assaulting an official. So, what did I do? I gave it right back. However, I couldn’t just let the Court be smug pricks about it all. So Eden got a taste as well.
Grey: He barely touched you.
Dave: It’s semantics at this point. Why? I’m glad you asked. Because it already fucking happened. And now we are moving forward to Infinity.
Grey: You have a huge night ahead of you as you have basically pissed off every single person in the tournament. How do you honestly think you’re going to do with so much anger and resentment being forced on you?
Dave: I will be just fine, Grey. No matter how much bullshit, no matter how much they insult me, no matter how much they discount me… This is going to be my redemption. I’ve more or less coasted. I had plateaued, if you will. I was stuck underneath the glass ceiling. And what are we supposed to do with those?
Grey: I don’t know.
Dave: Bust through them, Mr. Coppi. My resume is impressive. However, it is flawed. It’s missing a few checks in a few blocks. The only one that matters rests at the top, my man. The UGWC World Title. And while I would take great pleasure in winning the Cross Hemisphere Title for a 5th, even a 6th time…That isn’t the goal here. You know, a few week ago when Alan won that belt, I went out there and told him I respected him. That still holds true today. So, whether he takes the beating he got personally or not, it’s on him. But I can assure you, it was just business.
Dave pauses for a moment, looking at Grey, assuming another question is coming.
Dave: What? Nothing else?
Grey: What about how the crowd reacted to you when you did that to Alan?
Dave: What about it? They boo’d me. You don’t think I’ve been boo’d before? I never needed them to be successful. As much as some of us have said we do it all for the fans… I’ll be real. I do it for the money, the fame, the championship gold. I have made a living out of deceiving the worldwide audience. Because the entire time I’ve been competing, not one single time was for the crowd. I absolutely do not give a fuck what they think of me. I don’t need their approval, I don’t need their respect. My resume speaks for itself, flaws and all. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a big night to prepare for. I have a title to win.
Fade out.
Chapter 4 - A Promise
Fighting in the wars gives you a sense of responsibility. A sense of purpose and meaning. When we would go to Iraq, Afghanistan, or Syria, we had many missions and jobs to do, but we only have one true responsibility. Make sure the guy next to us came home. I’ve lost many friends to combat. I’ve lost them physically and mentally. It’s very easy to deal with physical loss, because they are no longer there. The mental toll it takes, is much much worse.
I have seen many good men and women lose themselves to the wars they physically fought. I was one of them. I lost myself. And when I had no war to fight, I didn’t know how to act. I always feel like there is a piece of me still in the deserts of Iraq, the trenches in Syria, and the mountains of Afghanistan. There is and will always be some piece of me there. I will never get that part of me back. You recognize this in an individual who has fought, when they give that thousand yard stare and tune out the rest of the world. They are trying to pinpoint the exact location of what they feel they left behind.
They will never find it.
That is a hard truth that I have come to terms with. So how do I cope? I haven’t fully figured it out just yet. But I know the journey that I am about to embark on at Infinity will be one of my more brutal tests. See, I am not about to embark on a journey or an adventure. I’m not going house to house to kick in doors and detain bad guys. I am about to go to war. With 7 of the most brutal and cutthroat individuals this company has ever seen.
Who am I? I am nobody to them. I am the guy who isn’t even worthy to be in the tournament. I’m the guy who lost to Travis Pierce twice in a row. I’m the guy who has been talking shit and hardly backing it up. I am the guy who literally has nothing. I am the guy who has nothing left to lose.
What they discount though, is that is the most dangerous type of man. A man with nothing to lose, has everything to gain. And they are the only ones standing in my way. My promise is this…I will not tire, I will not quit. I will not stop until I have reached the end of the war. I will not stop until the battles are won and the war is won, by me.
Chapter 5 - Redemption
I have made a lot of claims in my time in this business. Some have come to be true. Others, many many others, have fallen by the wayside and been stepped on. Alas, the time for all that to stop is now.
Alan, you had many kind words, yet you fail to realize one thing. I am not going to stop. Turn the other cheek, or don’t. It will make no difference as I am more than “the other guy in the opening round” facing you. I am your doomsday. You will have but one match on Monday night. You can make all of the excuses in the world for why I have been on the winning side of our contests more than you have. But when you start rationalizing or excusing ones contribution to the problem, you fail to come up with a viable solution. Excuse after excuse with you. Worried about Killian King, focussed on this, or that. It doesn’t matter, friend. I have made peace with the fact that I used to be this worthless jobber who collected a check. Right now? All I am doing is chomping at the bit for a shot at redemption, which I will have on Monday.
Redemption. That’s a funny word, is it not? Looking at my career over the last 15 years…looking at everything I accomplished over so much time. One would think I need not to be redeemed, but liberated instead. I say nay! I must redeem the misfortunes that I created all on my own over the last 2 years. I must redeem myself for the blunders and nonsense I exhibited when I first came to this company in 2010. I must redeem myself for the poor showing I put on in my first UGWC World Title match.
And you are correct, Jet. I am foaming at the mouth for this chance. I am like a rabid, uncontrollable dog that is ready to just fight and bite my way to the top. Manipulative individuals such as yourself, and Ms. Eden Morgan, are just stepping stones. Every time an event like this takes place, people place their money on the sure thing. And looking at the card, there are many sure things. Jet Somers. A man who had it all and has done it all. A man who lost the World Title so recently to another man who was possessed by determination. Donovan Hastings. How does it feel, Jet? How does it feel knowing that Donovan bested you in one of the all time great matches this place has seen, only to just throw the prize away? And here you are, ready to claim that piece of alleged trash. Have you really hit so low that this is where your career has gone? Gunning for a chance to hold something that meant nothing to the man who beat you?
And Eden. Oh Edie…your holier than thou attitude can only get you so far. You would be considered the sure thing in this tournament. Not Lucy, not Alan, not even Gabriel. You would be. Why? Because you have manipulated and used more smoke and mirrors to get to the top than any other talent in the business. Unfortunately this will not be your night. It won’t be the Court’s night. Dave Rydell has had some sort of a wake up call and he isn’t going to stop until the gold is in his hands. People like you, Alan, Jet, and Zane. You could all be considered the sure thing as it’s always the same ones in the main event picture time and time again.
Change is on the horizon, ladies and gentlemen. Someone like Zane, who is a ruthless cutthroat individual doesn’t see the real side of things. Someone like Lucy Wylde is so enthralled with the thought of Gabriel Baal, that she cannot focus on her match. And Gabriel Baal. I fully expect you to just discount me and uncredit me as much as possible. Talk about how much of a joke I am and how I don’t deserve to be here. And you know, normally, I would agree with you. I probably didn’t deserve to be added to this tournament. The fact remains though, I’m fucking here. I am here to fucking stay!
Week in and week out I am underestimated. I am cast aside like a nobody. I am considered irrelevant. Yet, week in and week out I am making waves. I am making statements. You guys think that what I did to Alan on Monday was a fluke? You think it was just an uncalculated move to make myself feel good? You’re dead wrong. I knew exactly what I was going to do and when I was going to do it. Nobody in their right mind would think the 6 of you could act accordingly in a regular match. And I too knew that was going to happen. So I found my moment, my shot, and I took it. I hit the mark. Just like I will hit the mark on Monday night.
Monday night doesn’t only mark the changing of tunes for February 5th for me. It marks the dawning of a new era. The start of a new reign. The time for Rydell is here. I have fought to get to the top, only to knock myself down. No more. I am no longer a failure. I am no longer a disappointment. I have made the necessary changes. And I have made the only promise that matters.
Monday night. February 5, 2018. Infinity. UGWC World Heavyweight Championship Global Challenge Tournament.
That marks the night that Dave Rydell wins his first ever UGWC World Title. That marks the night that Dave Rydell becomes a grand slam champion. That marks the night that Dave Rydell defies the odds. The night he shuts up the critics.
February 5, 2018 is the night that Dave Rydell is finally…….redeemed.
Man, the Global Challenge is in just 3 days. The questions always come up. The curiosity. The doubt. Everything. It always comes up in big money situations like this.
I’ve been in big money situations before. Hell, my last night in the LWF was a big money situation. And I came out on top. Unfortunately, I haven’t since then. I screwed myself over time and time again. And what do I keep doing? The same fucking thing.
Failure.
For years I have been in this company. For years I have just sort of coasted. I came in as the LWF Champion. Set to unify the title with the GIW Global Championship. What did I do? I failed. I failed miserably almost 8 years ago. Further on down after that, I won the Chaos Title to only lose it a week later. Failure.
I had a few decent matches but more of less faded into obscurity. Failure.
I disappeared. I quit. I gave up on everything. Failure.
So what did I do next? I made a come back! Failure.
I came back and left so many fucking times. Why? Because I was a failure.
Finally, in 2014 I decided I was done fucking around. I came back. And I challenged for the Cross Hemisphere Title, a belt, at the time, that I had won 3 times before. Failure.
I had shot after shot. Failure.
Then finally, on October 27, 2014, I did it. I wasn’t a failure. I won the belt for a prestigious 4th time. The only 4 time Cross Hemisphere Champion in the titles history. Success.
What happened next, is nothing short of…FAILURE!
I lost the belt. Failure.
I went on to lose a ton of matches. Failure.
I then won the Co-Operative Championship on 2 separate occasions only to lose them, both times. Failure.
I disappeared again. I couldn’t take the bullshit anymore. Why? Failure.
I decided that those who had wronged me would pay. I came back under a masked persona known as the Crazed Anarchist. Failure.
You remember that gimmick…the stupid one that got me nowhere. Failure.
I had one shot at the UGWC World Title. Against Travis Roberts. A man that I have beaten LITERALLY every time I faced him, except this time. Failure.
I haven’t had a shot since. And rightfully so. Because why? I was a failure.
Last year, Outlast, I had it all. I was ready and primed to go to the main event. But I got cocky. I became, yet again, a failure.
I have become the laughing stock of this company because I had no path. I had no direction. I no purpose. I have no true motivation. I was the butt of literally everybody’s jokes. I became a punchline. I was a failure.
Then Horizons happened. A moment in which I saw the opportunity to let out the aggression that was consuming me for so long. The unsettled debt between myself and Fear. At Horizons, I became a success.
Yet, in the eyes of some in the challenge, if not all of them…I am still a failure.
That changes now. I am no longer a failure.
I’m swimming in this bright blue ocean
I'm drowning in the darkest emotion
They call me useless, they call me weak
They call me a flipper and snorkel geek
I want to show them if I can
That I can take out Megaman
I'm drowning in the darkest emotion
They call me useless, they call me weak
They call me a flipper and snorkel geek
I want to show them if I can
That I can take out Megaman
~~~~~
Chapter 2 - Disappointment
To the tune of everyones song, I am just nothing but a disgrace to the business. Me winning the title would be the biggest travesty in it’s prestigious history. That’s fine. Because when I do become the World Champion, I won’t care what their tune is. I will be the one with the guitar, walking to my own chords.
Disappointment and failure have been something I am accustomed to. I have literally lost it all and come back from the brink of insanity. I have come back from the edge of self destruction to fulfill dreams. I have righted many wrongs. Yet this season is that of winning, for me. Usually I kick off each year by being a stale rag doll in the ring and getting the shit kicked out of me.
Everybody has these aspirations of being the best. That vision of their perfect self. Their wants, desires, goals, all achieved. Some are able to do it at the drop of a hat with hardly no work involved. Those are the truly gifted performers. Travis Roberts was one of those ones. Full of disappointment, and then brought himself back from the brink of destruction. How? With the single greatest World Title reign in the titles history. Yet when he lost it…he went back into the realm of disappointment. He disappeared.
I have lost a lot too, and I will not stop fighting until I have what I want. The disappointment era for Dave Rydell is over. I can assure you of that. I don’t give a fuck what Gabriel Baal has to say. I don’t care how nauseating he thinks I am or how cringe worthy I can be. To me, that just gives me the upper hand in any match against him one on one.
I do not care how angry I made Alan Wallace on Monday night. He can come in with the force of 10 armies, and it will not be enough for him to stop me from achieving my dream.
Eden Morgan can manipulate anything and everything around her. She has and will continue to do it. But it won’t stop the fact that my determination will trump her smoke and mirrors.
Jet Somers can backstab whoever he wants. He can sell out a thousand times over. Eventually it will come back to bite him when he stabs the wrong person in the back. Rogan took it easy on him, which is not something I will be able to say about myself when it’s all over.
Speaking of Rogan MacLean. A sorry excuse for a former World Champion. When he won the title, he won my respect. He gave me tips and ideas. But when Jet turned on him; which, everybody fucking saw coming; he laid down. He gave up. He turned tail and did nothing about it. Pitiful. Disappointing. Not me. You are just a stepping stone at this point.
Lucy Wylde is a true wild card. Pun intended. One of the hottest stars this company has seen in a long time. She brought back some glory to what it means to be the Cross Hemisphere Champion. Only to be screwed by the maniacal, Gabriel Baal. Sadly, I think she is done in round one as I know Baal well enough to know he won’t allow her to advance. As much as I’d like to see us go one on one and see who the better is, she’s got an uphill battle.
Finally, Zane Scott. Donovan Hasting’s puppet. He doesn’t realize it, but he is. A man who is destined for a great legacy in this company. A man who can literally have it all. But he chooses to stay sided with the wrong people. A man who is so dependent on those who surround him…he can never be an effective World Champion.
And to close…I have ruffled many feathers since I made my full time come back. I have sat back and collected my checks and ass whoopings. I dished a few out myself, but nothing to the magnitude in which I am about to unleash. I am done being a disappointment.
I promise you
I won't rest until I have defeated you
They will all see
The strongest of all of the other robots is me.
Out of the 8 robots, of all of us
My power is so ridiculous
I realize something as I stand here waiting
That I'm the one who I'm really hating
I won't rest until I have defeated you
They will all see
The strongest of all of the other robots is me.
Out of the 8 robots, of all of us
My power is so ridiculous
I realize something as I stand here waiting
That I'm the one who I'm really hating
~~~~~
Chapter 3 - Changes
POST SYNERGY - 29 JANUARY 2018
Synergy goes off the air and Dave Rydell is walking out of the arena with his bag slung over his shoulder. He reaches the door, only to be stopped by Grey Coppi.
Grey: Dave, can I ask you a few questions about your actions tonight?
Dave lets out a light sigh and turns to Grey.
Dave: So predictable. So mapped out. You guys are all like clockwork. You never want to just take things as they happen. Take them at face value. Why can’t you just watch something, and be curious about what’s going to happen next?
Grey: Well, that’s the thing. You are going to Infinity next. You face Alan Wallace in the opening round of the Global Challenge. You made a very direct statement when you laid him out and help up his Cross Hemisphere Title.
Dave: Yeah, and then I dropped him right onto it.
Grey: But why? If you go back to the tape, you started the brawl. Why would you do that?
Dave: It’s quite simple, Grey. RefDell was the official for the match. What he did was technically considered assaulting an official. So, what did I do? I gave it right back. However, I couldn’t just let the Court be smug pricks about it all. So Eden got a taste as well.
Grey: He barely touched you.
Dave: It’s semantics at this point. Why? I’m glad you asked. Because it already fucking happened. And now we are moving forward to Infinity.
Grey: You have a huge night ahead of you as you have basically pissed off every single person in the tournament. How do you honestly think you’re going to do with so much anger and resentment being forced on you?
Dave: I will be just fine, Grey. No matter how much bullshit, no matter how much they insult me, no matter how much they discount me… This is going to be my redemption. I’ve more or less coasted. I had plateaued, if you will. I was stuck underneath the glass ceiling. And what are we supposed to do with those?
Grey: I don’t know.
Dave: Bust through them, Mr. Coppi. My resume is impressive. However, it is flawed. It’s missing a few checks in a few blocks. The only one that matters rests at the top, my man. The UGWC World Title. And while I would take great pleasure in winning the Cross Hemisphere Title for a 5th, even a 6th time…That isn’t the goal here. You know, a few week ago when Alan won that belt, I went out there and told him I respected him. That still holds true today. So, whether he takes the beating he got personally or not, it’s on him. But I can assure you, it was just business.
Dave pauses for a moment, looking at Grey, assuming another question is coming.
Dave: What? Nothing else?
Grey: What about how the crowd reacted to you when you did that to Alan?
Dave: What about it? They boo’d me. You don’t think I’ve been boo’d before? I never needed them to be successful. As much as some of us have said we do it all for the fans… I’ll be real. I do it for the money, the fame, the championship gold. I have made a living out of deceiving the worldwide audience. Because the entire time I’ve been competing, not one single time was for the crowd. I absolutely do not give a fuck what they think of me. I don’t need their approval, I don’t need their respect. My resume speaks for itself, flaws and all. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a big night to prepare for. I have a title to win.
Fade out.
~~~~~
Chapter 4 - A Promise
Fighting in the wars gives you a sense of responsibility. A sense of purpose and meaning. When we would go to Iraq, Afghanistan, or Syria, we had many missions and jobs to do, but we only have one true responsibility. Make sure the guy next to us came home. I’ve lost many friends to combat. I’ve lost them physically and mentally. It’s very easy to deal with physical loss, because they are no longer there. The mental toll it takes, is much much worse.
I have seen many good men and women lose themselves to the wars they physically fought. I was one of them. I lost myself. And when I had no war to fight, I didn’t know how to act. I always feel like there is a piece of me still in the deserts of Iraq, the trenches in Syria, and the mountains of Afghanistan. There is and will always be some piece of me there. I will never get that part of me back. You recognize this in an individual who has fought, when they give that thousand yard stare and tune out the rest of the world. They are trying to pinpoint the exact location of what they feel they left behind.
They will never find it.
That is a hard truth that I have come to terms with. So how do I cope? I haven’t fully figured it out just yet. But I know the journey that I am about to embark on at Infinity will be one of my more brutal tests. See, I am not about to embark on a journey or an adventure. I’m not going house to house to kick in doors and detain bad guys. I am about to go to war. With 7 of the most brutal and cutthroat individuals this company has ever seen.
Who am I? I am nobody to them. I am the guy who isn’t even worthy to be in the tournament. I’m the guy who lost to Travis Pierce twice in a row. I’m the guy who has been talking shit and hardly backing it up. I am the guy who literally has nothing. I am the guy who has nothing left to lose.
What they discount though, is that is the most dangerous type of man. A man with nothing to lose, has everything to gain. And they are the only ones standing in my way. My promise is this…I will not tire, I will not quit. I will not stop until I have reached the end of the war. I will not stop until the battles are won and the war is won, by me.
There's one thing for which I long
And that is to prove them all wrong!
I promise you
I won't rest until I have defeated you
They will all see
The strongest of all of the other robots is me.
And that is to prove them all wrong!
I promise you
I won't rest until I have defeated you
They will all see
The strongest of all of the other robots is me.
~~~~~
Chapter 5 - Redemption
I have made a lot of claims in my time in this business. Some have come to be true. Others, many many others, have fallen by the wayside and been stepped on. Alas, the time for all that to stop is now.
Alan, you had many kind words, yet you fail to realize one thing. I am not going to stop. Turn the other cheek, or don’t. It will make no difference as I am more than “the other guy in the opening round” facing you. I am your doomsday. You will have but one match on Monday night. You can make all of the excuses in the world for why I have been on the winning side of our contests more than you have. But when you start rationalizing or excusing ones contribution to the problem, you fail to come up with a viable solution. Excuse after excuse with you. Worried about Killian King, focussed on this, or that. It doesn’t matter, friend. I have made peace with the fact that I used to be this worthless jobber who collected a check. Right now? All I am doing is chomping at the bit for a shot at redemption, which I will have on Monday.
Redemption. That’s a funny word, is it not? Looking at my career over the last 15 years…looking at everything I accomplished over so much time. One would think I need not to be redeemed, but liberated instead. I say nay! I must redeem the misfortunes that I created all on my own over the last 2 years. I must redeem myself for the blunders and nonsense I exhibited when I first came to this company in 2010. I must redeem myself for the poor showing I put on in my first UGWC World Title match.
And you are correct, Jet. I am foaming at the mouth for this chance. I am like a rabid, uncontrollable dog that is ready to just fight and bite my way to the top. Manipulative individuals such as yourself, and Ms. Eden Morgan, are just stepping stones. Every time an event like this takes place, people place their money on the sure thing. And looking at the card, there are many sure things. Jet Somers. A man who had it all and has done it all. A man who lost the World Title so recently to another man who was possessed by determination. Donovan Hastings. How does it feel, Jet? How does it feel knowing that Donovan bested you in one of the all time great matches this place has seen, only to just throw the prize away? And here you are, ready to claim that piece of alleged trash. Have you really hit so low that this is where your career has gone? Gunning for a chance to hold something that meant nothing to the man who beat you?
And Eden. Oh Edie…your holier than thou attitude can only get you so far. You would be considered the sure thing in this tournament. Not Lucy, not Alan, not even Gabriel. You would be. Why? Because you have manipulated and used more smoke and mirrors to get to the top than any other talent in the business. Unfortunately this will not be your night. It won’t be the Court’s night. Dave Rydell has had some sort of a wake up call and he isn’t going to stop until the gold is in his hands. People like you, Alan, Jet, and Zane. You could all be considered the sure thing as it’s always the same ones in the main event picture time and time again.
Change is on the horizon, ladies and gentlemen. Someone like Zane, who is a ruthless cutthroat individual doesn’t see the real side of things. Someone like Lucy Wylde is so enthralled with the thought of Gabriel Baal, that she cannot focus on her match. And Gabriel Baal. I fully expect you to just discount me and uncredit me as much as possible. Talk about how much of a joke I am and how I don’t deserve to be here. And you know, normally, I would agree with you. I probably didn’t deserve to be added to this tournament. The fact remains though, I’m fucking here. I am here to fucking stay!
Week in and week out I am underestimated. I am cast aside like a nobody. I am considered irrelevant. Yet, week in and week out I am making waves. I am making statements. You guys think that what I did to Alan on Monday was a fluke? You think it was just an uncalculated move to make myself feel good? You’re dead wrong. I knew exactly what I was going to do and when I was going to do it. Nobody in their right mind would think the 6 of you could act accordingly in a regular match. And I too knew that was going to happen. So I found my moment, my shot, and I took it. I hit the mark. Just like I will hit the mark on Monday night.
Monday night doesn’t only mark the changing of tunes for February 5th for me. It marks the dawning of a new era. The start of a new reign. The time for Rydell is here. I have fought to get to the top, only to knock myself down. No more. I am no longer a failure. I am no longer a disappointment. I have made the necessary changes. And I have made the only promise that matters.
Monday night. February 5, 2018. Infinity. UGWC World Heavyweight Championship Global Challenge Tournament.
That marks the night that Dave Rydell wins his first ever UGWC World Title. That marks the night that Dave Rydell becomes a grand slam champion. That marks the night that Dave Rydell defies the odds. The night he shuts up the critics.
February 5, 2018 is the night that Dave Rydell is finally…….redeemed.
I fight strong
I swim fast
I'll live on
You won't last
I'll destroy you I'll prove them wrong
This is my redemption song.
I fight strong
I swim fast
I'll live on
You won't last
I swim fast
I'll fight strong
You won't last
I'll live on
This is my redemption song
I swim fast
I'll live on
You won't last
I'll destroy you I'll prove them wrong
This is my redemption song.
I fight strong
I swim fast
I'll live on
You won't last
I swim fast
I'll fight strong
You won't last
I'll live on
This is my redemption song
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