Post by Spencer Adams on Jan 29, 2021 0:20:27 GMT -5
Matthias!
Matthias.
matthias…
You should stop before you make a fucking fool out of yourself, man. Stop while you’re behind, because you will not outpace me. Save yourself the embarrassment of slow jogging to the finish line to the tune of half a dozen scattered pity claps. I’m good at this feud thing, real good. You on the other hand got caught looking up at me and chewing over my first shot, unable to swallow, without a single improvisational thought in your head. When I responded to you with bamboo lashes, you turned into a personified white flag.
At Clash, you were left dumbfounded and shook to your core, so shook that the second you get a camera put on you this week, your brain implodes. Can you not stand me or do you not care? Am I irrelevant or am I a threat to win and redefine the belt that you find yourself clinging to right now? Aren’t you supposed to be consistent in your rantings? You’ve lost me a little bit, because last time I checked, you were the guy who gets on camera and dwells on a singular thought to the point of obsession like a German Jack Torrance.
You are pro wrestling’s incel, solitary at heart..yet so full of bitterness and jealousy over people getting the clout and consistent success that you long for, but still have yet to grab hold of for any extended period of time. You’ve been this way your entire AW career and any attempt to throw a revisionist coat of paint on that is just fucking laughable. Matthias Mintzel isn’t a shrug it off type. You do care about this match, about the opponent, about the venue. Even if spur of the moment, your choice to attack me was calculated and was done for what you saw as a good reason, because the guy who claims he doesn’t care was triggered by an irrelevant b tier player.
Someone who you claim is irrelevant, but sure as shit is relevant enough to trigger a response in the first place. That’s the funniest part. You took a page out of the Zaigon Carter playbook and just like Zaigon Carter, you are a bonafide whine ass who sees my existence as unfair, because no matter how much you try to undersell who I am and what the name Spencer Adams means, it bothers you that you aren’t in my position. You come for my throat, because you know that my presence stands in the way of you taking it.
You throw around words like entitlement and you’re right, I am entitled. You can sit there and mean mug my existence all you want, but I am the face of this business. I’m the face, because I put on clinics and I move merch by the boatload. I’m entitled, because I earn shit and my words get backed up. When I say I’m going to put on a performance, I make good on it every single time. I’m entitled to go out there and shut the mouth of each and every greenhorn that wants to stand opposite me and stomp their feet like a toddler just like you’re entitled to getting pieced-up by yours truly.
So, keep throwing it around, Matthias. If “irrelevant” is your approach, I want you to stick with it. Let me hear you sing that same song for three straight promos, because it’ll be fucking cathartic when I rock your shit anyways. I’m taking you out and taking away the one thing that actually gives you any sort of claim to relevance yourself and that’s where me and you differ. I win titles and I lose titles, win matches and lose matches. The downs never take away from the ups and I remain a goddamn legend at the end of the day.
Truth be told, I don’t need the hardcore title to make my name mean something, but you do. I’m one match away from adding the thing you care about most to an already cluttered trophy case and losing that sends you straight back to your darkest days. You won’t have to keep up the charade of selling yourself as a final boss and others won’t have to act like you are either. When I relieve you of your duties as champion, you can revert to being Mr. Almost, the guy who finds himself spiraling through a losing streak that would prompt Odin Balfore to sue him for gimmick infringement.
Me against you means that your ceiling gets exposed. It paints a more realistic picture of Matthias Mintzel as someone who was better suited bullying Cormack for the Pure Championship in the twilight of his career, but there’s no going back to that place, is there? That shit isn’t even three owners deep and everything you tried to build with it has already been overshadowed. You can wish for what you’re doing now to change all of that, but it won’t. You don’t measure up to Corey Black and you sure as shit won’t measure up to Spencer Adams.
Don’t twist this little program into something it’s not though. This is not me duking it out against the evil foreigner, because you don’t have evil in you, just a whole lot of piss and vinegar. This match is me taking a victory lap to kick off the new year knowing that the white house is no longer occupied by a fascist clown. I’m going to drag you by the hair across the white house lawn, because you need it. You wanted Spencer Adams and I want your belt. I want to keep it from you and pick up where Corey Black left off. For six months, it’s been held by people who struggle to hold a candle in general. Now, the torchbearer is here to lead the way.