Post by Sylas Styles on May 19, 2011 2:43:54 GMT
"Love game" by Snake River Conspiracy plays as TNB's World Class Champion makes his way onto the stage with mic in hand. The shiny belt looking at home around the waist of a credible champion, who shows up to win, not defend, WIN!
Jeff Kain, Bobby Williams, Brent Young. All men who felt they deserved this belt. All men who failed to capitalize on their chance at greatness. As you could see from the complete obliteration of Young last week, I, am on top of my game. The last time I was on a roll like this, the industry was changed forever, the rules were changed forever, and my name became synonymous with GREATNESS.
Greatness, something I've brought to MMinc since I agreed to lead them by example, and I've done just that. I've lead, but have they followed? Jason Youngblood walks away from us, just when support arrives. Joker is being mocked repeatedly, because, that is what wrestlers do these days when they can't think of anything intellectual to say. The old insult cheap shot fall back. Cheap heat, cheapens talent, and credibility. I've said the same thing since day one. I am great, and even on my bad days, I'm better then good.
He begins walking down the ramp as he continues
I've seen them all come, I've watched them all go, and seen the greats fall. Difference between me and them? When I've fallen, I've gotten back up, came harder, and stronger then before. Take two years ago. I was written off as a retired man with a desk as his future. I fought a match here and there, sure. When I kept winning though, someone in this business saw to it, to plant the idea into peoples minds that I had some sort of advantage. An edge, like favoritism over the new guys. Chances I didn't earn when others were doing that and more, being unrecognized.
Sad thing is, I've done more for the next generation then anyone before me, and still going. I've worked with the new class. Offered constructive criticism, and gave them the rub, or approval. What did that get me? Even more backlash. It wasn't "Hey Sylas is really doing good for this business". It was "Hey, screw Sylas. Who is he now? I've got more talent then him. I'm better then him.". Ya, those detractors, who undermine my talent, where are they? Sitting on their asses, staying at the same level of their career, while I continued to evolve, grow, and get even better.
Here I am, a week away from a 6 man match designed to crown a new champion, at the cost of my talent. I bust my ass off giving this title a rightful owner, a big name to make it bigger, and where did that lead? To five other men fighting me for it. Says a whole lot doesn't it? That it'll take five men to get it from me. Either way I go in the match, someone is aiming for me. What four of those five men don't know is I have someone in that cage with me, who sees things the same way I do. Someone that for that match will do what is right for him, and his career. Win or lose, he'll still see eye to eye with me, and we will move forward, bringing a whole new direction to this company. An impact that will ripple through the world and effect everyone, and everything.
But that's...next week. This is now, and the dilemma is here I am, without a challenge. Doing what people say I don't do, and that is coming out when not called out. Typically, I'd say it's beneath me to issue open challenges, so I'm not issuing one of those. I'm challenging anyone with a set, to prove to me they can run, they can hang, they belong on this damn roster instead of someone younger, hungrier, waiting for their chance to shine. Because I could just as easily find a way to replace anyone here. The drive isn't there anymore for most of you back there. Why bother coming out, right? Same old, same old? Your right, it is. I'm here, fighting, while you grasp at being relevant..
Just then he was interrupted
Jeff Kain, Bobby Williams, Brent Young. All men who felt they deserved this belt. All men who failed to capitalize on their chance at greatness. As you could see from the complete obliteration of Young last week, I, am on top of my game. The last time I was on a roll like this, the industry was changed forever, the rules were changed forever, and my name became synonymous with GREATNESS.
Greatness, something I've brought to MMinc since I agreed to lead them by example, and I've done just that. I've lead, but have they followed? Jason Youngblood walks away from us, just when support arrives. Joker is being mocked repeatedly, because, that is what wrestlers do these days when they can't think of anything intellectual to say. The old insult cheap shot fall back. Cheap heat, cheapens talent, and credibility. I've said the same thing since day one. I am great, and even on my bad days, I'm better then good.
He begins walking down the ramp as he continues
I've seen them all come, I've watched them all go, and seen the greats fall. Difference between me and them? When I've fallen, I've gotten back up, came harder, and stronger then before. Take two years ago. I was written off as a retired man with a desk as his future. I fought a match here and there, sure. When I kept winning though, someone in this business saw to it, to plant the idea into peoples minds that I had some sort of advantage. An edge, like favoritism over the new guys. Chances I didn't earn when others were doing that and more, being unrecognized.
Sad thing is, I've done more for the next generation then anyone before me, and still going. I've worked with the new class. Offered constructive criticism, and gave them the rub, or approval. What did that get me? Even more backlash. It wasn't "Hey Sylas is really doing good for this business". It was "Hey, screw Sylas. Who is he now? I've got more talent then him. I'm better then him.". Ya, those detractors, who undermine my talent, where are they? Sitting on their asses, staying at the same level of their career, while I continued to evolve, grow, and get even better.
Here I am, a week away from a 6 man match designed to crown a new champion, at the cost of my talent. I bust my ass off giving this title a rightful owner, a big name to make it bigger, and where did that lead? To five other men fighting me for it. Says a whole lot doesn't it? That it'll take five men to get it from me. Either way I go in the match, someone is aiming for me. What four of those five men don't know is I have someone in that cage with me, who sees things the same way I do. Someone that for that match will do what is right for him, and his career. Win or lose, he'll still see eye to eye with me, and we will move forward, bringing a whole new direction to this company. An impact that will ripple through the world and effect everyone, and everything.
But that's...next week. This is now, and the dilemma is here I am, without a challenge. Doing what people say I don't do, and that is coming out when not called out. Typically, I'd say it's beneath me to issue open challenges, so I'm not issuing one of those. I'm challenging anyone with a set, to prove to me they can run, they can hang, they belong on this damn roster instead of someone younger, hungrier, waiting for their chance to shine. Because I could just as easily find a way to replace anyone here. The drive isn't there anymore for most of you back there. Why bother coming out, right? Same old, same old? Your right, it is. I'm here, fighting, while you grasp at being relevant..
Just then he was interrupted
on one.