Post by Jaice Wilds on Apr 26, 2024 18:09:20 GMT -5
The following is a letter addressed and published to the Action Wrestling website.
Garbage. Wrestling.
That's what Karlie Nash called it last week.
Hardcore
Garbage
Wrestling.
Nevermind that, in the sport of warriors, hardcore wrestling is the proving ground of gladiators.
Nevermind that legacies of World Champions and Hall of Famers were built in this artform.
Nevermind that this business is only possible because of the men and women who made this style the force that it is.
It's hardcore garbage wrestling.
Ms Nash, your opinion may be that this is a lesser form of our sport. But as someone who has built a 20 year legacy in this business as the God of Horrorkore, I take that as a personal insult.
I won my first ever title in this business in a Casket Match.
I fought my biggest World Title match inside a Chicago Prison Match.
I stole the biggest pay-per-view of AW in Hell in the Cell.
I destroyed another former CBS Champion in his own Tripura Prison Match.
I have been breaking records, setting the bar and building this business up to give people like you a fucking job…
And you have the gall to call it garbage?? That's a funny way of saying you can't keep up, Karlie.
That's all it really is, right? I mean, you- like every other high school junior- have all the basics down. In fact, you've been practicing this shit in your spare time between rounds of hockey.
Y'know, the sport that only matters in Canada.
As long as it's a basic match, you can hold your own against the best of us. And hey, that's great. It really is. But the minute you have to survive a match that's out of your comfort zone, shit suddenly hits the fan. The savior of the Great White North is suddenly a massive let-down… and your ego takes a bigger hit than most of your colleagues’ teeth.
But that's okay; after Blast, I'll make sure you never have to have another hardcore match in your career. You've poked the proverbial bear; so in your case… I'm not just coming for your title. I'm coming for your fucking head.
Ves, I owe you an apology. I could make the excuse that it was a calculated loss or that I simply wanted to drag you down. But the truth is that I was simply distracted. The previous week when you and your partner managed to thwart the Aerial Assassins from claiming the Cruiserweight Tag Titles… well, it was a decent slap to my ego. And to be honest, my head wasn't quite screwed on right since that match… so you paid the price. And for that, I am truly sorry.
That said, you are defending the titles against the God of Horrorkore in a match where anything goes. And while I respect the talent you bring to the table, I have to question whether you have the survival instinct to outlast myself and TJ in a match that is stacked in our favor.
I see the hunger in you, Ves; two weeks ago you showed me that you're a warrior. But are you a bloodthirsty gladiator, willing to leave it all in the ring? Ready to shed blood, sweat and tears for the chance to maintain your spot at the top of your particular mountain? Are you willing to put your very life on the line to cement your greatness…
Or are you, not unlike Karlie, simply unable to hang with the big boys when all the chips are on the table and the cards are being dealt?
I truly hope you are able to rise to the occasion. I see great things from you, honestly. The only fallacy in your progression; the only thing really holding you back… is the company you currently keep.
I can't hold you accountable for a partner you didn't choose, Ves. But as long as you fight as a team, you force yourself to join in paying her penance. And for what she said last week… may the gods have mercy on your soul, Vespertine.
Because I sure as hell won't.
Garbage. Wrestling.
That's what Karlie Nash called it last week.
Hardcore
Garbage
Wrestling.
Nevermind that, in the sport of warriors, hardcore wrestling is the proving ground of gladiators.
Nevermind that legacies of World Champions and Hall of Famers were built in this artform.
Nevermind that this business is only possible because of the men and women who made this style the force that it is.
It's hardcore garbage wrestling.
Ms Nash, your opinion may be that this is a lesser form of our sport. But as someone who has built a 20 year legacy in this business as the God of Horrorkore, I take that as a personal insult.
I won my first ever title in this business in a Casket Match.
I fought my biggest World Title match inside a Chicago Prison Match.
I stole the biggest pay-per-view of AW in Hell in the Cell.
I destroyed another former CBS Champion in his own Tripura Prison Match.
I have been breaking records, setting the bar and building this business up to give people like you a fucking job…
And you have the gall to call it garbage?? That's a funny way of saying you can't keep up, Karlie.
That's all it really is, right? I mean, you- like every other high school junior- have all the basics down. In fact, you've been practicing this shit in your spare time between rounds of hockey.
Y'know, the sport that only matters in Canada.
As long as it's a basic match, you can hold your own against the best of us. And hey, that's great. It really is. But the minute you have to survive a match that's out of your comfort zone, shit suddenly hits the fan. The savior of the Great White North is suddenly a massive let-down… and your ego takes a bigger hit than most of your colleagues’ teeth.
But that's okay; after Blast, I'll make sure you never have to have another hardcore match in your career. You've poked the proverbial bear; so in your case… I'm not just coming for your title. I'm coming for your fucking head.
Ves, I owe you an apology. I could make the excuse that it was a calculated loss or that I simply wanted to drag you down. But the truth is that I was simply distracted. The previous week when you and your partner managed to thwart the Aerial Assassins from claiming the Cruiserweight Tag Titles… well, it was a decent slap to my ego. And to be honest, my head wasn't quite screwed on right since that match… so you paid the price. And for that, I am truly sorry.
That said, you are defending the titles against the God of Horrorkore in a match where anything goes. And while I respect the talent you bring to the table, I have to question whether you have the survival instinct to outlast myself and TJ in a match that is stacked in our favor.
I see the hunger in you, Ves; two weeks ago you showed me that you're a warrior. But are you a bloodthirsty gladiator, willing to leave it all in the ring? Ready to shed blood, sweat and tears for the chance to maintain your spot at the top of your particular mountain? Are you willing to put your very life on the line to cement your greatness…
Or are you, not unlike Karlie, simply unable to hang with the big boys when all the chips are on the table and the cards are being dealt?
I truly hope you are able to rise to the occasion. I see great things from you, honestly. The only fallacy in your progression; the only thing really holding you back… is the company you currently keep.
I can't hold you accountable for a partner you didn't choose, Ves. But as long as you fight as a team, you force yourself to join in paying her penance. And for what she said last week… may the gods have mercy on your soul, Vespertine.
Because I sure as hell won't.