Post by Wolf Parker on Feb 4, 2016 1:40:30 GMT -6
"Sometimes these... these stigmas are hard to shake. Everybody is afraid of what others are going to think of them. People ran away from Missouri State Wrestling because they were afraid of what people would think of them because they're different. People FEAR the difference in things that they do not know or understand and it makes them weak. It makes them sick. It makes them pitiful and wasteful pieces of TRASH! There's the stigma that follows that means that because we're part of something idfferent it makes us the bad guys. Fine. But in Missouri there's opportunity. There was opportunity when The Uprising DESTROYED everything in our paths to make opportunity. There was opportunity in Michigan when they tried to tell me no but then came begging back and I destroyed everybody that stood in front of me. Golden Gate Wrestling in that gauntlet I DESTROYED those that got in front of me until one man did better than me. And now here we are, the tides have come in and they've led me to Missouri where only the "bad guys" go because of some sad, PATHETIC stigma because some people are just too weak. They're too shallow, ready to break at the drop of a dime and shatter into a million pieces, never able to get put back together because they're weak, you could even call them pathetic."
I was on the scene, huddles down in a corner twiddling my wet, long black hair that I had grown out in the past couple of months. At one point in time I was going to come to MSW once uon a time but things didn't seem... right for me. But now was the perfect time. The feeling in the air was just right, it had just the right amount of electricity in the air and it was just right. It gave an uneasy setting of a comfortably soothing atmosphere. Tensions were high with IC3 running the show now, and people were afraid... too afraid to stand up and say something in fear they'll pay the same price as Drew Stevenson but I wasn't afraid. I had seen worse and I had dealt with much worse than some power hungry stupid son of a bitch.
"Stigmas don't bother me. In fact stigmas tend to follow me around like a son of a bitch and it starts to piss me off but what pisses me off the most is when people like to sometimes try and take advantage of those stigmas to try and work their way through the system. See I grew up with stigmas all around me, people saying I'm the bully, I'm the piece of shit because I chose to stand up for myself, because I chose to raise myself when I was all I had growing up. See... people like me we're not supposed to succeed because we're different. Because things don't get handed to people like me so when I kick and I scratch and I CLAW my way to the top with an impact people like IC3 don't like that because I wasn't handed things in my life. When I got my first championship? I got it because I wasn't supposed to. People telling me I'm not good enough, I don't have the look to make it. I don't have the talent to make it. Well too GOD DAMN BAD because what you're looking at right now?" I stood up from my corner and stepped violently to the camera with my sick smile. "What you're looking at right now is a man who's LOST IT ALL! But I came back..."
My finger was pointed to the camera, the tip slightly bent, my thumb up and relaxed and my other three fingers slightly bent in as I shook my right hand as if the words I were looking for were right on the tip of my tongue.
"I came back from NOTHING and I MADE SOMETHING OF MYSELF! Isn't it funny how the World works in such mysterious ways? A man that used to go around yelling out "IT'S SYBIAN TIME!" is your champion. A regular sell out if you ask me. But who am I to judge, right? And you've got another champion with a little bit of an attitude problem who seems to have an unfathomable hate for bubbles and blondes and calls herself the God of Destruction and comes from a long and large family lineage. But can you tell what's wrong with this picture? Your champion that talks about pain and suffering unto others knows nothing of pain and suffering herself. She doesn't know the pain of loss, only surface pain. Mere physical pain that can heal over time but she doesn't know real pain. All of this is just a fabrication of what it used to be. Tommy Angel, the hand picked champion and Artemis Kaiser the champion, the person that is damn good and has more talent in her little pinky than most people do in their entire bodies and she's left with no real challenge except another HAND PICKED CHALLENGER! What a surprise we have! Somebody like me isn't supposed to beat her but when I get my shot at her title because let's face it, it's only going to be a matter of time whether you like it or not... and I'll beat her. I have a knack for doing things people say are impossible to do. The stigma that tends to follow me... where they say I'm too rough, and they say things how many I can be a little violent. I promise that on February 13th, Saint Valentines Day Eve when Unstoppable returns to the Folly Theater things are going to be a little interesting. And well... I guess those rumors aren't so much of rumors after all.
A sadistic smile came to my face again, my hair hung down, draped over my face so you couldn't see it very well.
"For those who don't know me... my name is Wolf Parker and I like to HURT PEOPLE!"
I laughed as the camera faded black. I made my statements but I said what I needed to say. So many talents and not enough room for them all in the championship picture but I would do what I always did. They don't want to believe in me? So I'll make them.
I was on the scene, huddles down in a corner twiddling my wet, long black hair that I had grown out in the past couple of months. At one point in time I was going to come to MSW once uon a time but things didn't seem... right for me. But now was the perfect time. The feeling in the air was just right, it had just the right amount of electricity in the air and it was just right. It gave an uneasy setting of a comfortably soothing atmosphere. Tensions were high with IC3 running the show now, and people were afraid... too afraid to stand up and say something in fear they'll pay the same price as Drew Stevenson but I wasn't afraid. I had seen worse and I had dealt with much worse than some power hungry stupid son of a bitch.
"Stigmas don't bother me. In fact stigmas tend to follow me around like a son of a bitch and it starts to piss me off but what pisses me off the most is when people like to sometimes try and take advantage of those stigmas to try and work their way through the system. See I grew up with stigmas all around me, people saying I'm the bully, I'm the piece of shit because I chose to stand up for myself, because I chose to raise myself when I was all I had growing up. See... people like me we're not supposed to succeed because we're different. Because things don't get handed to people like me so when I kick and I scratch and I CLAW my way to the top with an impact people like IC3 don't like that because I wasn't handed things in my life. When I got my first championship? I got it because I wasn't supposed to. People telling me I'm not good enough, I don't have the look to make it. I don't have the talent to make it. Well too GOD DAMN BAD because what you're looking at right now?" I stood up from my corner and stepped violently to the camera with my sick smile. "What you're looking at right now is a man who's LOST IT ALL! But I came back..."
My finger was pointed to the camera, the tip slightly bent, my thumb up and relaxed and my other three fingers slightly bent in as I shook my right hand as if the words I were looking for were right on the tip of my tongue.
"I came back from NOTHING and I MADE SOMETHING OF MYSELF! Isn't it funny how the World works in such mysterious ways? A man that used to go around yelling out "IT'S SYBIAN TIME!" is your champion. A regular sell out if you ask me. But who am I to judge, right? And you've got another champion with a little bit of an attitude problem who seems to have an unfathomable hate for bubbles and blondes and calls herself the God of Destruction and comes from a long and large family lineage. But can you tell what's wrong with this picture? Your champion that talks about pain and suffering unto others knows nothing of pain and suffering herself. She doesn't know the pain of loss, only surface pain. Mere physical pain that can heal over time but she doesn't know real pain. All of this is just a fabrication of what it used to be. Tommy Angel, the hand picked champion and Artemis Kaiser the champion, the person that is damn good and has more talent in her little pinky than most people do in their entire bodies and she's left with no real challenge except another HAND PICKED CHALLENGER! What a surprise we have! Somebody like me isn't supposed to beat her but when I get my shot at her title because let's face it, it's only going to be a matter of time whether you like it or not... and I'll beat her. I have a knack for doing things people say are impossible to do. The stigma that tends to follow me... where they say I'm too rough, and they say things how many I can be a little violent. I promise that on February 13th, Saint Valentines Day Eve when Unstoppable returns to the Folly Theater things are going to be a little interesting. And well... I guess those rumors aren't so much of rumors after all.
A sadistic smile came to my face again, my hair hung down, draped over my face so you couldn't see it very well.
"For those who don't know me... my name is Wolf Parker and I like to HURT PEOPLE!"
I laughed as the camera faded black. I made my statements but I said what I needed to say. So many talents and not enough room for them all in the championship picture but I would do what I always did. They don't want to believe in me? So I'll make them.
