Post by Miles Taylor on Nov 4, 2018 2:59:48 GMT
"Hatfield v. McCoy. Black v. White. Good v. Evil. Mr. Katz, Rock N Roll God...I don't know what kind of civil war I've interrupted, and quite frankly, I just don't care. Because whatever ego trip the two of you are on in regards to your history, this isn't a continuation of that story. This isn't another chapter for the two of you to add to the storybook of your careers, this isn't another stage act for the two of you to shine - this is a talent showcase. OWA, Strong Style Wrestling, ALPHA, PWF - they've all seen me in action. They've seen the potential, they've seen the promises I've made about my legacy fulfilled, and they've seen me break minds and bodies in my short career thus far. For just over a year, I've been lighting the world up. I've been the beacon people have looked to, and if you somehow missed it, trust me, you'll notice the bodies in my wake. Come Saga? Katz, God - you join that list.
"History has had it's eyes on you. You clearly have a past together, and that's just fine - I don't wanna interrupt that. But do keep in mind that the two of you will not be the same men you were when you entered this match. The dynamics will shift. You guys want to play mind games with each other? Great. I don't play games. I wrestle. I hunt game. I stalk my prey, and in just a few nights time, you guys ARE my game. You're my prized kills...well, kills. Cause let's face it, gentlemen - this cock measuring contest the two of you having going on? It equates to nothing. It's a petty feud, from a petty company that quite frankly I've never heard of. And if you two are some of the best it has to offer? I couldn't be more indifferent...no, actually, I'm not indifferent. I feel disdain for it. The fact that a company can exist, boast you two as some of it's biggest starts, and then put you in a triple threat with me? To make ME the example? I don't fucking thing so.
You may call yourselves 'Mister' and 'God', respectively, but believe you me - those titles will be revealed as shams. Those false proclamations will come to light, and when we're all in the ring together, it's not gonna be a God and a man of authority versus just another competitor. It's gonna be two men, aware of their past sins and false claims of glory, looking into the eyes of the actual beast, of the being that is going to scar them so ferociously physically that he also scars them mentally, permanently. All the talk of this match wants to be about Katz v. God? How this 'great' rivalry that's based from an old company continues to be written? Wake. The Hell. Up. This isn't gonna be a match. It's a conquest.
I'm not a man who cares much about how other people feel about his words. But, if I can make one request of the two of you, it's this: a promise. I promise the both of you, that after Saga, your careers will take on another element. You'll never walk to the ring the same way, and that may be because you've finally woken up from the mental charade of feeling like you're invincible, or maybe you're walking with actual limps I gave you, but fact of the matter is, I'm not gonna leave your minds. EVER. Miles Taylor will always be apart of your psyche, because Miles Taylor will be the man responsible for ending your streaks of false confidence. Time may have forgot me within your rivalry...but the two of you won't. You both, will
BREAK...OR BE BROKEN!"
"History has had it's eyes on you. You clearly have a past together, and that's just fine - I don't wanna interrupt that. But do keep in mind that the two of you will not be the same men you were when you entered this match. The dynamics will shift. You guys want to play mind games with each other? Great. I don't play games. I wrestle. I hunt game. I stalk my prey, and in just a few nights time, you guys ARE my game. You're my prized kills...well, kills. Cause let's face it, gentlemen - this cock measuring contest the two of you having going on? It equates to nothing. It's a petty feud, from a petty company that quite frankly I've never heard of. And if you two are some of the best it has to offer? I couldn't be more indifferent...no, actually, I'm not indifferent. I feel disdain for it. The fact that a company can exist, boast you two as some of it's biggest starts, and then put you in a triple threat with me? To make ME the example? I don't fucking thing so.
You may call yourselves 'Mister' and 'God', respectively, but believe you me - those titles will be revealed as shams. Those false proclamations will come to light, and when we're all in the ring together, it's not gonna be a God and a man of authority versus just another competitor. It's gonna be two men, aware of their past sins and false claims of glory, looking into the eyes of the actual beast, of the being that is going to scar them so ferociously physically that he also scars them mentally, permanently. All the talk of this match wants to be about Katz v. God? How this 'great' rivalry that's based from an old company continues to be written? Wake. The Hell. Up. This isn't gonna be a match. It's a conquest.
I'm not a man who cares much about how other people feel about his words. But, if I can make one request of the two of you, it's this: a promise. I promise the both of you, that after Saga, your careers will take on another element. You'll never walk to the ring the same way, and that may be because you've finally woken up from the mental charade of feeling like you're invincible, or maybe you're walking with actual limps I gave you, but fact of the matter is, I'm not gonna leave your minds. EVER. Miles Taylor will always be apart of your psyche, because Miles Taylor will be the man responsible for ending your streaks of false confidence. Time may have forgot me within your rivalry...but the two of you won't. You both, will
BREAK...OR BE BROKEN!"
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