Mockingbird
Reasonable Doubt Promo 2
I am so touched.
If only you could see the tears streaming down my face. Your story is so emotional, so touching, so inspiring. I mean, I should have expected it but I really wasn’t ready for the feels. I wasn’t expecting you to tug on my heart strings like that. Oh poor Aren Mstislav; you deserve just so much more. Your dream has become an endless nightmare that tortures you beyond belief. Three years in this company and still chipping away to get to the top, still fighting, determined as ever to succeed. From the developmental brand of NEO to the mediocre heights of the Pure and National Elite championships, your tale is…is…well it’s just so bland. Ugh. It’s like I’ve heard this so many times before. What hashtag should I use on my shirt? #AnyoneButAren ? Or #JeSuisAren ? We must absolutely raise awareness for such poor treatment of a “talented” wrestler like you. Oh woe is me I haven’t tasted the same success as others have. Oh woe is me I seem to fuck up every time I have a chance to progress my career. Oh people, please pity me! Please feel sorry for me! All I’m seeing from every word you spew is an excuse to explain why I surpassed you. What a brilliant contradiction though “you can’t bitch and complain about not getting a rematch but I can sulk and whine about how I’ve been held back and deserve more than what I’ve achieved”; sadly that’s about the gist of everything you just said. You’re truly becoming a laughing stock to me which is unfortunate because I held you in such a high regard, I thought you were better than to be so pathetic in your claims. Allow me to quote a favourite poem of mine: Because it never really mattered and it never really could
You can count the times you should have done
What you know you never would
And by the time you lose your body parts
Your confidence and once-had heart
When you lose the time between your ears
And realize then that it all is clear
By the time the day has sprouted trees
And youre left with just your memories
And the rust of youth and loss and shame
When you forget how you remember things
And you forget how she tasted when
She turned around and force you in
When sex is lost and nothing’s heard
Tornadic winds and mockingbirds
And if that mockingbird wont sing
Then well have to settle for lesser things
For things not worth settling for
But that doesnt matter anymore
It is quite true; I am the underdog story of the past nineteen months. The feel good tale, the storybook that keeps on kicking on. I’ve had the luxury run from the bottom to the top; the no name kid becoming the champion. That’s what you’re missing here. I didn’t blow in here after the downfall of brother and sister companies, I didn’t come to EAW with people knowing who I was and what I had accomplished. I knew almost. I had no success that was worth mentioning. The most familiar face I knew in this company was Diamond Cage and even then it was from merely being in the same locker room elsewhere. The one luxury I didn’t have, the one you clearly failed to capitalize on is I didn’t have a developmental brand to better myself; I didn’t have a safety net. It was either sink or swim and I’m not at the bottom of the sea today. But perhaps you’re right, maybe I was simply gifted the New Breed title but let’s talk about the opportunity you had to take it away from me. Territorial Invasion 2014; you lost. A fair chance to take it, do what inevitably did, create a piece of unmatched, a reason for people to invest in you. Let’s talk about another opportunity we both had; two different matches, same night. Just three months after that battle royal you and I challenged for different world titles inside the elimination chamber. Rookies to such a match, a baptism of fire for us. Yet If I recall correctly you didn’t last long. First eliminated, correct? It’s a shame that you couldn’t eliminate the defending champion ensuring a new one would be crowned. I wonder who did that? I didn’t win that match but I left it with enough pride to hold my head up high; not even six months into my career and I had an impressive showing in one of the most dangerous matches there is. I don’t have to remind you of the pain from Pain For Pride yet I don’t remember any general manager standing under that ladder knocking you or anyone else away from scaling that ladder and stopping me. Repeated myself enough already, you know what happens next. It doesn’t matter if they saw me as the flavor of the month, plenty of flavors have come and gone even at my expense but as far as I’m concerned, they just knew they had a damn good talent on their hands.
You can pull whatever excuse for me surpassing you, believe helping hand was reached out to me from your arse but the one thing you can’t seem to find in there is an excuse to justify why in each of those opportunities, so similar to mine you somehow wasted them while I didn’t. I look up and I see no ceiling, I look down and I see nothing but broken shards of glass lying over the bodies of people who have tried to best me since day one. No instead I took that battle royal to cement my place as the best of the New Breed division. I took that elimination chamber match to prove that I am damn good enough to pay attention to; that every claim I made about being a future world champion was far from bullshit. Realise this, the difference between you and me; the reason why I walked into King of Elite as the champion, the reason why you entered as merely a challenger for an opportunity is I never wasted the chances I got. More importantly, every opportunity was earned. Who do you think I was seen as when I first faced Lannister? How do you think people perceived me? Jobber is a rather accurate word I believe. Impressive in defeat. I’m sure for weeks on end I was seen as mere fodder for Ryan Savage; another person to be fed to him, another victory under his belt and another reason for people to believe that DDD had handpicked a perfect student. No, I TOOK that title from him. I took that title and I gave it prestige, I made it worth something, something worth fighting for and something to be proud of holding. With the world against me, I overcame Y2Impact, Quality Control and the supposed future of Elite in a fucking slaughter. Again I didn’t win the EAW Championship the first time I challenged for it but I did enough to get people talking, to get people paying attention to everything I did and everything I said. I was rewarded for my efforts with a spot in the King of Elite tournament. Treated poorly for years, I’m sure I’ll hear that line a few more times this week. Untapped potential you say. You still are, you say. Well then this is it. Show me, show the world just how good you are Aren or spend the next three years pissing and moaning about how the world held you back, how you didn’t “get the chances” so many others did. Believe me, at this point a whole generation of New Breed talent is bound to pass you by simply because they, like I did, will take whatever opportunities they get and seize them.
But no, lie to yourself, trick yourself into believing that I was handed this success while you were purposefully held back by everyone else but yourself.
You are quite simply an unneeded nuisance. Your career is a failure. I’ve established that on multiple occasions, you can’t even manage to spit out a single sentence that defends that; almost accepting that you are indeed a secondary character in this business. You failed at Road to Redemption, you failed at King of Elite; before both of them in 2015 all you did was lose your National Elite title and win….and lose the Pure championship. Failures, failures, failures and more failures. You started this year no differently with yet another failure. Another unfortunate strike in the defeat column, one less accolade to add to your legacy. Nothing to be proud of. You don’t deserve this match but quite frankly after costing me my title I’m glad you did run to Shields, I’m glad he agreed to this match and truth be told I’m happy to wait for Lannister. If there’s anyone here whose entitled, it’s you my friend but don’t fret, unlike you I won’t straw clutch to create a “convincing” argument that you are just that, I’m simply going to beat it into your thick skull that you don’t belong here, you don’t belong at the top fighting for the grand prize. You envy everything I have accomplished, just simply jealous that I continue to take steps towards bigger and better things while you can’t do anything but sit back and watch. You are not perfection, you are not what people want to or aspire to be; you want to be me. You want my place, you want my records, everything I have and everything I will achieve now and in the near future. It kills you inside to know that you won’t have any of it. And all you can do is stand there and bark delusional shit constantly. You’re desperate; you don’t have to tell me that. The whole world has seen it but so often a desperate man is a foolish man; let’s just take you signing up after Lannister’s spiel. What happened? Used and then tossed away. You were so desperate to be trained, taught how to smash through that glass ceiling that in the end you were simply there for assurance and nothing more. Tossed in front of me again to keep me away from that title. You’re being used my friend. Desperate and foolish, they really do go hand in hand.
I AM entitled to a rematch, that’s just how the top works so I’ll forgive you for not understanding, you’ve never had such a title to lose and regain. But still you ACT as if you’re entitled to another chance, another opportunity. TWO chances in TWO months and both of them ended with you getting your arse handed to you. What was it? Showdown’s biggest signing in some time? The very best signing during the trade period? Bullshit. TWICE you were beat, clean in the center of the ring one….two….three and there’s no disputing that. The only entitled shit in this match is you. The only person who is spoiled is the man getting yet another chance to break through that glass ceiling. How many times does James Shields have to hand you an opportunity before you seize it? What handicap needs to be in place for you to overcome an opponent standing between you and that next level? Because my single fucking arm wasn’t enough in December. Continue to live inside your little fantasy, so disconnected from the reality that you don’t deserve a single fucking thing regarding me or the world title; no, continue to ignore it because I’m “sure” things are going to get better and someday you’ll be able to emerge from your bubble thinking you were right all along. The only whiney bitch, the only sook here demanding something they didn’t earn is you and I’ll be damned if I let you walk over me and my career. But you won’t. You simply won’t. The eternal and everlasting hell I’m about to put your body through will be too much for you to overcome. Don’t worry, I’m a king soul who will visit you in that hospital bed and encourage you to walk again. Of course that’s going to take an act from God as the truth is I plan to Death, Decay and Windy Days your skull into fucking oblivion; I’ll be amazed if by the end of the night they’re not scraping whatever part of your brain falls out off the canvas.
You’re not the first person to doubt me. You’re not the first person to believe he’s capable of putting an end to my meteoric rise through the ranks of greats in this company. But month after month, time after time Aren I constantly disappoint these disgusting and disturbed junkies when I beat, batter and bloody another one of their half-arsed attempts to prove me wrong. Unfortunately for you, you’re just next and probably not the last in a long line that has no end in sight. But that’s just the way the world works and Aren your world is about to come to a crashing conclusion. This has always been a hopeless one for you. Whether or not you admit it publicly, quite frankly I couldn’t give a fuck but it sits in the back of your mind that this war is unwinnable sumply because I am simply BETTER than you. I saw it in your eyes at Road to Redemption, I saw the nervousness when you stupidly confronted me two weeks ago. Fear is what travels throughout your body and corrupts your mind. That’s simply why you’ve lost this match, this war before the bell has already rung. I do not fear the future, I do not fear what lies beyond Reasonable Doubt because my position in this company, on this roster won’t be questioned. Perhaps that desire to prove to yourself will give you an unmatched edge. Maybe it’s when your mind starts to become that of a child with Down Syndrome that you manage to find a way to come out victorious. No I know exactly what it’s like to put everything on the line, I know how it feels to ride the wave of emotion and build up the idea that this match, despite so many other setbacks makes or breaks your career. I know that, don’t worry I actually sympathise with you and that’s far from a joke. Quite simply though, I don’t give a fuck. IF IT WASN’T FOR YOU, I WOULD HAVE REMOVED THE MONKEY FROM MY BACK. I WOULD HAVE DESTROYED THE CANCER THAT CONTINUES TO GROW IN THE BACK OF MY MIND. I’D STILL BE THE EAW CHAMPION AND PLANNING TO TOSS ASIDE YET ANOTHER CHALLENGER. BUT NO. YOU TOOK THAT AWAY FROM ME. YOU FUCKED ME OVER AT KING OF ELITE AND I’M NOT GOING TO LET THAT SLIDE. I’M NOT GOING TO SIMPLY PASS YOU A VICTORY, A MORAL BOOST JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE AT A BREAKING POINT IN YOUR CAREER. YOUR CAREER, YOUR BLOOD, YOUR FUCKING BRAINS WILL BE NOTHING BUT PIECES OF SHIT I WIPE OFF THE BOTTOM OF MY WRESTLING BOOTS WHEN I’M DONE WITH THIS MATCH.
So what’s going to happen on Saturday Aren? Are you finally going to seize another opportunity that’s been handed to you or are you simply going to let it slip through your fingers like you’ve been doing for the last three fucking years?
Aren, that mockingbird ain’t singing anytime soon.
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