Gee thanks, Darkane - I don’t know what I would do if you hadn’t had told me about the weight that I’m placing onto my own shoulders. Who knows that I would have done if you didn’t tell me that I lose everything if I can’t manage to walk out of the Battle Royal with that contract in my hands. What would have I done if you weren’t gracious enough let me know that Pain for Pride is a clean slate; a situation where any fucking thing can happen. How could I prepare for the biggest match in either of our careers, if you hadn’t told me that I would be nothing if I can’t succeed. Those things have run through my mind constantly since I announced myself as the first entrant in this match. My words have held so much merit since I’ve walked through the doors of this company, and I can’t slow down now. I can’t think about the things that could happen, should happen and would happen in every situation. I’ve beaten you once, Darkane, but once was all it took. That’s all it took for that dark cloud to hang over your head. You can talk about how much you’ve improved; you can talk about the steps that you’ve taken since that night and the mistakes in the system that is Darkane that have been fixed - the cruel reality is that for every step that someone like you takes - someone like Theron Nikolas takes two. I said that I made one mistake at Reasonable Doubt - it can come down to nerves of my debut, overconfidence; but, this time I refuse to do it again. I have been perfect for four months now. I haven’t taken a wrong step yet, and it doesn’t matter about how far your managed to push me forward the first time around - because close means absolutely fucking nothing to me. Just like the threats you’ve thrown about this match or any we’ve been involved in when it comes to the past. They’re meaningless. They’ve proven meaningless on more than one occasion. Just like Lethal Consequences. Just like Scott Diamond. Just like the Heart Break Gal. Just like every other name that has attempted to stand in my way. Thirty Four names will stand out in front of the world fighting for the one goal; a match that generally comes down to finding yourself in the right place at the right time - and yet, I have no nerves. No butterflies. I have the entirety of what I’ve managed to build over the last four months on the line, and I can’t wait. I’m not going to lose. I can’t lose. These are the hardest promises that I may ever have to keep - but the euphoria when I do will be fucking outstanding.
#TakeScottDiamondSeriouslyAgain.
I’m sorry, Scott. I’ve said it in the past - I’ve tried my hardest to see you in the light that the rest of the world once did. I want to see you as the mastodon that once conquered this company, but the same truth is that those days are long, long gone. When it really comes down to it - how are you actually trying to convince? Are you trying to convince us, or are you trying to convince yourself? I know it’s a cliche of the question, generally one that you’re probably going to be forced to answer on more than once occasion, but sometimes they’re just question’s you can’t avoid. There’s always that chance that you’re going to walk out in front of the world at Pain for Pride and be the person that finally makes Theron Nikolas eat his words. There’s always the chance that you’ll find the raging fire that once burned deep down in your core and run through every single name that stands in your way - but, I’m more than willing to put my money on the fact that you’re going to fall short and the taste left in your mouth is going to be fouler than any other loss that you’ve been forced to endure throughout your entire career. I hope - I want to see the monster for myself. We had the chance to see if you what kind of man that we were going to get from you on Showdown - but, like we usually are when it comes to you over the last few years - we were all left disappointed. I have no doubt that this is nothing more than another faze, Scott. Another surge of motivation to regain some form of the things that you once held, and when you manage to do so, you’ll walk back out the doors only the return the next time Pain for Pride season rolls around. But, let’s hope I’m wrong. Let’s hope that losing at Pain of Pride will finally be the thing that pushes you off the cliff that you’re standing in front of and reawakens the man that once brought this entire business to its knees. I doubt it, but hey, neither warrants my concern.
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