Post by Kyle Kemp on Sept 11, 2022 13:35:42 GMT -5
That’s what you all were.
I heard the whispers and I even faced them head on last week. I said that I wasn’t on the downward slope of my career and I said I was going to prove it. And prove it I did.
I proved all of the lazy, fat keyboard warriors living in their mom's basement wrong! I saw the tweets and the TikToks where my recent failures were pointed out. Hell one went viral where it was said I was nothing more than a nostalgia act. I heard all the criticisms and I raised my middle finger to them all.
Last week I showed Marcus Collins that I was not washed up. I believe his words were that I was formerly at my best. I don't think he thinks that now. I’m pretty sure he found 10,002 ways to fail.
Doubters are everywhere and I’ve always shut them up. I’ve outperformed all expectations and I will continue to do that! My run isn’t over! I’m in my prime and I know one thing. If I keep winning no one will be able to deny me! I will have gold around my waist again. I can assure you of that.
So now what? What does Torture put in front of me now?
It seems like I’m not the only one he’s testing. Right Dionysus?
The only difference between me and you is that I have all the answers and you have none.
I almost run up the stairs with a smile on my face. I can’t wait to burst in that room and tell her exactly what’s up. I throw open the door to Emily’s office and barge in. She sits at her desk and just looks up at me with a serious face.
Wow. Right on time.
Well I told you I would be on time and I’ve been right about so many things this week I wanted to be right one more time.
I’m guessing that’s in reference to winning last night.
That’s in reference to me not only winning but I didn’t need anyone to help me.
Winning doesn’t mean there isn’t an issue. Besides didn’t you say this guy was a rookie anyway? You should beat him.
That’s not the point! You said I needed friends and I didn’t.
You might not have needed friends to win that match but matches aren’t everything. I’m not here to help you win. I’m here to help you get through life and don’t have anyone you can count on! And that is clearly something you need!
I do not! I don’t need anyone to prop me up!
Are we going to keep having this same fight?
This isn’t a fight. It’s a reality. You are supposed to help me but this isn’t help! I don’t need anyone.
If you aren’t going to listen to me then I don’t think there’s any reason for us to continue your therapy. You are just wanting to hear what you want to hear!
I shrug my shoulders and just walk out before she can say anything else. I don’t need this shit. I don’t need her.
Don’t take it as disrespect. Some people just don’t have the answers. Some people think that they do and they get really close to acing the test but then the truth sets in. They just can’t solve that final question.
That person is you.
The final question worth the most points is your Achilles heel. Now there is only one thing I can’t figure out. Is it because you aren’t good enough? Or is it because you’re too stupid?
The case for you being to stupid is how naive you are. Just look at your history in matches that matter! And I mean single matches. Not matches where Downfall leads you around with that leash he has attached to the dog collar he got you. I mean matches to make you a champion! Or at least put you in contention.
Last month you had a chance to not only win the CBS Championship and qualify to All In. You lost. Put up a fight but you gassed out, made a mistake and lost. On the 4th of July you had a chance to become number one contender. You weren’t paying attention and Carter Shaw pointed your skull off your shoulders. You lost. Last week you had a chance to make a statement and you lost because you decided to stand over Calaway rather than just pin her and Kidsgrove teed off on your face.
What do all of these losses have in common?
You are too stupid to understand the job is to win and you lose sight of that and someone takes it from you. You are too stupid to be aware of your surroundings and people take advantage of you. You are too stupid to realize this isn’t the WCF and chicken shit effort won’t get you wins.
But what if you aren’t just stupid, Dionysus? What if you just aren’t good enough?
You see there’s only so many times we can hear Billy and Chris Avery yell about how you need to keep your head up and that your time is coming. It’s not. I know that. You know that. The fans know that.
What makes it worse is that they gas you up by calling you the former WCF World Champion like it matters. The WCF has been dead for five years and the truth is that you picked the bones after the real talent came here.
But you know that don’t you?
I bet you get sick to your stomach every time they call you the former WCF World Champion. You know it’s a sham. You know that you just aren’t good enough.
So what is it then? Are you too stupid? Are you not good enough? Well the truth is you’re both! You’re too stupid to realize that maybe you need to move down a division. You could be a prime time player for CruiserClash. Just look at what the move has done for Teo Blaze!
He wasn’t good enough to hang on the Clash roster and he realized it. He's a former WCF World Champion. He kept losing and have mental breaks and realized a move was necessary. So he moved down and has been a multi time Cruiserweight Champion and has that successful team with Jensen. That could be you!
But it won’t be. Your to dumb to see that’s the right thing. Just like you can’t see a kick coming when it matters most. Just like you can’t see a roll up from behind.
You’re destined to be disappointed. You’re always going to fail. There will be no shining moment. There will be no giant roar from the crowd when you win a big match. The only thing you have to look forward to is a life of failures.
Your failures are not only in the ring. They’re outside of it too. That blind eye you have when a kick or punch is coming also occurs in your personal life. What I think is funny is that you think friends and “brotherhood” is going to get you where you want to go.
What a joke.
You’ll never be a stand alone wrestler again with that mentality! You don’t need friends. You don’t need someone in your corner. You just need to have confidence in yourself but you don’t have that. You have no confidence. You’ve got no intelligence. What little talent you do have you don’t maximize.
And what infuriates me about that even more is that you think having this shoulder to cry on is a necessity. It makes me sick.
You are what’s wrong with society today. Thinking you have to have a support system and a fucking shoulder to cry on. What a crock of shit.
Look at what I’ve done! Look at my accolades. Sure there’s team achievements on my resume but there’s also obvious glory where I’ve done things by myself! Being World Champion is obviously one of those things. I did that by myself. I had plenty of obstacles and challenges to get there but I persevered.
I had mental fortitude! What do you have? Nothing! You’ve got jack shit! You cry and whine about losing. You allow yourself to be led around by Downfall even though he obviously doesn’t respect or care about you. Vanguard? That might as well be a moment in the distant past. But don’t worry! This is the year of wine and roses! Right, Dionysus?
Remember how this year of wine and bullshit was supposed to…I can’t remember! How did you define it? Oh that’s right! It’s the year where you are supposed to go from a loveable bumbling midcarder to a loveable bumbling main eventer.
I have to say with three months left in the year that metamorphosis hasn’t gone as you wanted. You’ve gone from loveable bumbling midcarder to charity case midcarder. Pathetic midcarder. The midcarder everyone feels sorry for.
How does that make you feel? Are you mad yet? Are you ready to fight yet? Are you ready to come give me the match we deserve? Or do you need to ask your nonexistent support system first?
It doesn’t matter either way. I’m not into donating to charity. I want people to earn everything they have so the only thing I have to say to you is this. Hug your buddies, consult your journals and show up to Clash prepared for another failure. The year of wine and roses ends on Monday night.