Post by Salem Croft on Dec 15, 2021 16:35:15 GMT -5
Well, well, well...
I suppose I should make my introductions now, right? Talk about how I'm "honored" to be making my debut at CruiserHavoc? That I'm looking forward to heading into the ring with the likes of Teo Blaze and Karlie Nash? Or I know! Maybe I'll go on about how JC Keeton was screwed out of his belt just a few weeks after winning it! That's what gets people going, right? Simpin' for your favorite guy or gal, whether or not you really should be?
HA!
PUH-LEEEEEEEASE
Let me tell you all what you're going to hear from literally everybody else in this match-up. Guys like me, the newbies or the newly arriving guys, are going to tell you all about themselves and how they're going to leave their mark. "Watch me! Watch me!" like a small child at that shitty elementary school winter pageant. And you just know there's going to be at least one snot-nosed kid who ends up getting stage fright and pisses himself, and you try as hard as you can to hold in a laugh but it's that bitch Debra from the parent teacher group's kid and you can't help but politely roll your eyes at the insincerity.
Then you've got the long-time vets who are still chasing that high like Puff the magic fuckin dragon. You know the ones I'm talking about: "THIS IS MY SHOW AND I'LL PROVE IT TO YOU ALL TONIGHT!" Let's be real; if you REALLY wanted to prove it, you'd do it every night, not just in the big moments. Maybe instead of talking big, you actually...you know...be big? Be worth watching?
That's the difference between me and these other guys; I'm sure they're long-time wrestling fans, but I'm coming in fresh AS a wrestling fan. I've seen what a lot of these people can offer, and I'm gonna tell you here and now:
I can offer more.
I can offer better.
I can be the face this division sorely needs.
Not some guy who lives off his buddy's paychecks and pretends to be pals.
Not some chick who runs a sex cult in the sticks.
Not some jackass who shows up out of the blue and suddenly he's the golden child.
Me. The Copperhead. Salem Fucking Croft.
There's gonna be people who'll say "well you're just all talk! You haven't done shit yet!" You know who else was "all talk" and "hadn't done shit?" Johnny B. And like Johnny B, all he had to do was back it up, right? You can talk a mean game if you can show you mean it.
That's what I'm here to do. I'm not gonna be stupid and say "watch me." I'm not gonna be a fool and tell you "I'm gonna win this whole thing." I'm going to tell you one thing, and one thing only when I get into that ring with the rest of you people.
I'm not in there with you.
You're in there with me.
And honey, I do bite.
But hey...that's just my two cents.
I suppose I should make my introductions now, right? Talk about how I'm "honored" to be making my debut at CruiserHavoc? That I'm looking forward to heading into the ring with the likes of Teo Blaze and Karlie Nash? Or I know! Maybe I'll go on about how JC Keeton was screwed out of his belt just a few weeks after winning it! That's what gets people going, right? Simpin' for your favorite guy or gal, whether or not you really should be?
HA!
PUH-LEEEEEEEASE
Let me tell you all what you're going to hear from literally everybody else in this match-up. Guys like me, the newbies or the newly arriving guys, are going to tell you all about themselves and how they're going to leave their mark. "Watch me! Watch me!" like a small child at that shitty elementary school winter pageant. And you just know there's going to be at least one snot-nosed kid who ends up getting stage fright and pisses himself, and you try as hard as you can to hold in a laugh but it's that bitch Debra from the parent teacher group's kid and you can't help but politely roll your eyes at the insincerity.
Then you've got the long-time vets who are still chasing that high like Puff the magic fuckin dragon. You know the ones I'm talking about: "THIS IS MY SHOW AND I'LL PROVE IT TO YOU ALL TONIGHT!" Let's be real; if you REALLY wanted to prove it, you'd do it every night, not just in the big moments. Maybe instead of talking big, you actually...you know...be big? Be worth watching?
That's the difference between me and these other guys; I'm sure they're long-time wrestling fans, but I'm coming in fresh AS a wrestling fan. I've seen what a lot of these people can offer, and I'm gonna tell you here and now:
I can offer more.
I can offer better.
I can be the face this division sorely needs.
Not some guy who lives off his buddy's paychecks and pretends to be pals.
Not some chick who runs a sex cult in the sticks.
Not some jackass who shows up out of the blue and suddenly he's the golden child.
Me. The Copperhead. Salem Fucking Croft.
There's gonna be people who'll say "well you're just all talk! You haven't done shit yet!" You know who else was "all talk" and "hadn't done shit?" Johnny B. And like Johnny B, all he had to do was back it up, right? You can talk a mean game if you can show you mean it.
That's what I'm here to do. I'm not gonna be stupid and say "watch me." I'm not gonna be a fool and tell you "I'm gonna win this whole thing." I'm going to tell you one thing, and one thing only when I get into that ring with the rest of you people.
I'm not in there with you.
You're in there with me.
And honey, I do bite.
But hey...that's just my two cents.