Post by emmanuelle on Oct 20, 2022 22:59:14 GMT -5
Anaheim, California
SWWS Homecoming
Honda Center
Things were at an all-time high for Emmanuelle. The young woman had made good on her Queen’s Cup victory and captured the SWWS World Championship, unifying the interim and normal championships in the process. The win wasn’t what made her happy though. The shiny new belt that came along with it wasn’t it either. It was the fact that an insanely large gathering of friends and acquaintances had turned her locker room into a party. It was as much of a VIP lounge as it could get while still in the building with flashing lights, booming music, and a surprisingly obnoxious Facebook Live broadcast from Sena, her usually-sober and quiet understudy. Apparently someone had made sure the young wrestler was VERY much inebriated by the time Emmy had come back to the locker room after her media obligations and such.
“HEYYYYYY! THE PARTY IS JUST GETTING STARTED, BABY! RIGHT OVER HERE IS MY TAG TEAM PARTNER! TY KULINA IN THE FLEEEEEESH!”
Tyler looks into the phone as Sena obnoxiously sticks out his tongue and tries to get a reaction out of his usually stoic partner. When that doesn’t work he turns his attention to Emmanuelle’s former bodyguard, the tall, strong and beautiful Sonya. She is alongside her Shinijoshi stablemate, Narumi Tsutsumi who is herself a championship holder in another company. Tyler watches his partner while taking a sip of water, shaking his head. It was apparent that Sena would need someone to babysit once the party was over.
“SONYAAAAAAAA! The six foot beauty in the building! What do you and Narumi have to say about Emmy’s big win!?”
The two of them chat quietly amongst themselves for a moment, Sonya giggling a bit at Sena’s drunken antics.”
“Well, we’re obviously happy that Emmy-chan is a champion again! We all know that she’s been working hard to get back into this position and we’re both glad that we were able to make it to America to watch this moment in person.”
“I agree with Narumi-Chan wholeheartedly. I’ve known how much this would mean to her for a while. I was personally a bit saddened that I couldn’t be with her for the Queen’s Cup tournament so to be here to see her beat two incredible wrestlers to become world champion again is incredible. Uh….Sena?”
Sena was nearly falling over listening to the two formidable joshi speak, listening intently but not having great balance. He nodded his head before turning the camera back to Sonya.
“I do think that you should probably NOT drink for the rest of the night, yeah? You look a little…out of it.”
“I’m just…just a LITTLE bit buzzed, you know? Nothing too far out of the…what’s the word? Um…um…..shit…HAHAHA…I FORGOT! I can’t remember a thing right now!”
“You probably won’t remember anything tomorrow either….”
Sonya’s quick jab was met with a small nudge to the ribs with an elbow from Narumi, who herself started to fall into a fit of giggles. Sena turned his attention to a large man settled onto one of the few couches in the locker room. He was chatting with two lovely women before the young man stumbled forward.
“DT…THE RUUUUUUUUUUULER! IN THE FLESH, IN LIVING COLOR….AND I’M TOTALLY NOT SAYING COLOR BECAUSE….UM….PIGMENTATION…OR WHATEVER…..DT….I DO HAVE TO ASK, BRUH…WHY DO THEY CALL YOU THE RULER, MAN?! YOU DON’T RUN A COUNTRY! YOU DON’T EVEN RUN OWA, MAN!”
The man known as the Ruler stopped his chatting with the ladies seated with them and took off his sunglasses, sizing up Sena and staring the young wrestler down.
“You’re Carlos’s latest young boy, right?”
“YUP! I'M A YOUNG LION….RAAAAAAAARRWWWWWWWWWW MAN, LIGHTEN UP A LITTLE BIT! IT’S A PARTY!”
“If you want to LIVE to become an Old Lion, I strongly suggest you take your inebriated ass elsewhere. Immediately.”
“Inebriated……..BRO, I’M STRAIGHT!”
The sharply dressed mountain of muscle rose to his feet, preparing to beat Sena within an inch of his life when Emmy bobbed and weaved through the crowd of people to pull Sena away, mouthing a quick apology to DT before pulling Sena away. Out of the shower and in a pair of jeans and a simple white T-shirt, she had averted disaster! But now, she was being mobbed by friends and colleagues alike, everyone congratulating her on the big night. Sena kept his broadcast up, undeterred.
“OH SHIT! It’s the X Man himself, JEFF X! One of the OWA goats. JEFF, IN THE FLESH! WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT TONIGHT!?”
Jeff X, beer in hand, stepped into the shot with Sena, giving his thoughts on the match that had just taken place.
“I’m certainly not surprised. Emmy’s got the goods and she’s someone who will be a contender for any belt in any company she sets her eyes on. I’m happy to be here tonight and to see her persevere and keep going against two very good wrestlers to be a world champion, speaks to her greatness. The girl’s clutch…..”
As Jeff is about to speak some more, Stephanie Matsuda, Emmy’s inspiration and a close friend of her trainer Carlos, comes over to give Emmy a massive hug. The two share a few moments to speak, their words drowned out by the music and conversation elsewhere. Once Sena sees her though, he stumbles over.
“BAHHHHHHHHHH…BAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! SORRY FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO ONLY KNOW ENGLISH, I’M SPEAKING GOAT RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I’M IN THE PRESENSE OF ONE OF THE GOATS…STEPHANIE MATSUDA! EAW, OWA, WRESTLEWORLD, OWC, SEC, EWC, HWC, FBLA…WHATEVER ALPHABETS YOU USE FOR YOUR WRESTLING COMPANY, SHE’S PROBABLY WON A TITLE IN IT! Now Stephanie….What do you think of Emmy’s big win?”
“I’m just happy for her, hoping that this victory springboards her to even more successful things in the future…are you alright, sweets? You look a little…drunk.”
“Me? Drunk? No! I only had a couple of these tiny glasses of drinks, you know? Carlos gave me like about five of em earlier and I’ve been REAAAAAAAALLLLY calm since then. Hey…Jeff is here. Remember when you two went to Tokyo and hooked up with your wife and about twenty-”
“ANnnnnnnnd…that’s my cue to get you out of here of here….I’m sorry, Cloudy. My young boy is being a pain in the ass and my trainer isn't much better.”
Stephanie nodded her head before being joined by her wife Monica. The two of them see Jeff X and before Stephanie can say anything her wife mouths the words “Absolutely not.” Meanwhile, Emmy can’t seem to run her young man Sena out of trouble as probably the only person even MORE under the influence than her trainee was her trainer…..
“SPEAKING OF GOATS…..THE GREATEST LOUISIANA WRESTLER OF ALL TIME, THE MAN WITH THE STRONGEST ARM, THE BOSS OF BOB WRESTLING, MY TRAINER….THE LARIAT GOD, CARLOS ROSSO! THE JUICE MAYNE HIMSELF!”
“HEY! I KNOW ALL OF YOU ON FACEBOOK WATCHING THOUGHT IT WAS OVER FOR EMMY! STOP COUNTING MY GIRL OFF! STOP COUNTING US OUT! IT AIN’T OVER!”
“IT AIN'T OVER!”
“IT AIN'T OVER! GOD WINS, EACH AND EVERY TIME, MY GUY! RESPECT THE PLATINUM STANDARD OR GET YOUR ASS STEPPED ON!”
Well, at least the two drunkest people were together and able to be corralled. The party lasted well into the night, security in the arena having to essentially beg for everyone to leave several hours after the show had finished. They had gone to a nearby hotel to party even more, but strangely enough Emmy didn’t stick around to the party’s conclusion after seeing everyone was safe and sound for the night. She sat alone in her bedroom, eying the championship belts she had acquired. It felt good to finish off unfinished business, but it felt even better having fun in an industry that was a bit strange for her at times. It pushed her to her very worst…and also her very best. At times she felt alone…but at a time like tonight she had never felt like she had more friends. For someone who was used to traveling alone, working alone and plotting her own course in life, nights like this were definitely something to savor.
This is something that I got a phone call from a while back. Tara wanted to know if I could make it out to a special show that she was running. A charity show. It’s not about titles, settling old scores or anything like that. It was about raising awareness of issues that are important to us, charities that we would like to help. And I know that this isn’t necessarily the proper channel to really talk about charities, but one that I’m fully endorsing is Feeding America. Millions of people in the United States have food security issues for one reason or another. Unemployment, lack of healthy food near them, inflation, healthcare and housing bills. The reasons are numerous, but there are many people in this country and elsewhere around the world who go hungry. I’ve been blessed in my lifetime to have a family that was pretty well off and I am fortunate to have many opportunities to make ends meet so I don’t have to worry about it.
As we get closer and closer to the holidays though, many people do worry. They’re struggling and could use the help. So please, if nothing else, donate to a food bank near you. Make sure that people don’t have to spend their holiday seasons making horrible choices between medicine and food, rent and food, Christmas gifts and food. I never want to see a hungry child or a hungry elderly person, shit hungry anyone. And neither should you.
Now that is out of the way, I want to just say it feels AMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZING to have a World Championship in my possession again. When all the other wrestling organizations I’ve joined have kinda petered out, the Southwest Wrestling Syndicate keeps surviving and thriving, and I’m proud to stand as the UNDISPUTED World Champion and I’m even prouder to represent them in Waikiki in a match on a card with some of the biggest stars in wrestling today. Tara herself, that cute, charitable lady, is competing in it.
Jason Long
Savannah Sunshine
Chris Page
Lexus Von Drachenberg
And so many more.
My match….it’s a pretty interesting one. Against this young, rising star named Ricky Rodriguez! Am I going to pretend to know everything about him and his style to come off as an over prepared master wrestler? No. I don’t know much about this kid besides the fact that he’s extremely agile, a gifted athlete and has put himself together a hell of a resume already. Outlaw Pro Wrestling’s Legacy Champion, Fighting Spirit Champion in Zion Wrestling, a place where I’ve had a few matches and know the lay of the land of. For someone to have belts in places like that speaks of their potential in this business and their individual talents.
The SWWS World Champion says that I’m one of the best in the World, however. This belt was won from not just the champion proper but an Interim champion as well, two of the most fierce women on the block when it comes to wrestling! Yes, there’s a lot of places out there and the words “World Champion” may not mean much to a lot of you, but they mean a hell of a lot to me. Just like the words Warrior Rising Champion meant something to me, the Shogun Championship of WrestleWorld meant something to me. The Grand Championship of Project: Honor. Anyone and everyone holding a championship going into an event like this knows that they’re not just competing for themselves. They represent their organizations, the people who came before them and the people that will follow them in their respective titles’ lineage.
This is more than just a chance to raise awareness for the things we care about, it’s a chance to raise awareness about the organizations we compete in as well. It’s a chance to put the world on notice that we are not just big fishes in small ponds, that we are truly some of the best that the world has to offer.
Ricky: Now that we’ve said hello, let’s get down to business, yeah? You are rolling, you’re good, and a lot of people seem to have money on you beating poor old Emmy in Waikiki. And you know what? That doesn’t bother me one little bit. I’m used to it. So many times I’ve wrestled men bigger than you, stronger than you, more technically sound than you…..ehh, I’ll give you a pass on the looks because you’re a decent enough looking guy, but you get the jist. I’m accustomed to being an underdog. I won my first title as an underdog. I beat three men, all bigger and stronger and tougher, in a ladder match to capture a championship once. I’ve outlasted seven people in one of the most convoluted matches ever devised in the history of mankind…..TWICE.
But maybe you’re what they call a “Doubting Thomas”, huh? You’ve heard so much hype, so much about Emmy that you can’t possibly believe that all of this is real, that any of this is real life. But guess what, man, it is real life. You’re about to wrestle one of the best the wrestling world has to offer and I can smell the fear even via the internet. Anyone can hop onto Twitter, pop off about what they’re going to do (and Good Lord, I wish the girl chasing me for a title shot in SWWS would take the hint because she has this bad too) and then fail to do it. It’s very easy to have keyboard fingers but not be able to make those keyboard fingers into a fist when it matters.
Me? I’ve done all that. I’m not even thirty years old yet and I have a legacy a lot of hardcore veterans wish they had. You don’t know how many nasty looks I get when I enter locker rooms from people who think people like me “kill the business” by puting on high octane, no limit, all gas-no motherfucking breaks matches. We are going to have one of the best matches on the show, absolutely, but we’re going to have one of the matches of the YEAR in wrestling if I have my say. The people that I’ve wrestled in this ring time and time again have come into the ring expecting something overhyped, something average.
They don’t get that. They get the best. And you’re going to get my best, Ricky. Not because I have any personal beef with you or think that you’re a bad guy or even because I would love to be extra petty and show you up. It’s because that as a world champion that’s whata’s expected of me, and because my standard is so high for myself I can’t give anything less.
So, what are you going to do? Are you going to outstrike me? Unlikely, I got trained by one of the best strikers in the wrestling world, Carlos Rosso, and I hit just as heavy and just as hard as any man who has walked into a wrestling ring. Gonna outwrestle me? Now that’s a laugh. I’m one of the most technically sound athletes walking the planet, man. You’re not going to catch me napping and lock in a three-quarter nelson for a fluke win. Are you going to go for a lucha libre vibe?
HAHAHA!
Not a chance, I’m aces in the air too, bro. You see, any way you slice it, this match just doesn’t add up to being a good matchup for you. I’m sorry if people have been gassing you up to believe otherwise but….nope, not with me. Not by any stretch of the imagination. So…don’t take it personally, but you’re going to lose. But don’t feel bad, you won’t be the first or last to fall victim to the Platinum Standard. Just show up, take your L like a man, and move on with what has been a damn good career so far.
SWWS Homecoming
Honda Center
Things were at an all-time high for Emmanuelle. The young woman had made good on her Queen’s Cup victory and captured the SWWS World Championship, unifying the interim and normal championships in the process. The win wasn’t what made her happy though. The shiny new belt that came along with it wasn’t it either. It was the fact that an insanely large gathering of friends and acquaintances had turned her locker room into a party. It was as much of a VIP lounge as it could get while still in the building with flashing lights, booming music, and a surprisingly obnoxious Facebook Live broadcast from Sena, her usually-sober and quiet understudy. Apparently someone had made sure the young wrestler was VERY much inebriated by the time Emmy had come back to the locker room after her media obligations and such.
“HEYYYYYY! THE PARTY IS JUST GETTING STARTED, BABY! RIGHT OVER HERE IS MY TAG TEAM PARTNER! TY KULINA IN THE FLEEEEEESH!”
Tyler looks into the phone as Sena obnoxiously sticks out his tongue and tries to get a reaction out of his usually stoic partner. When that doesn’t work he turns his attention to Emmanuelle’s former bodyguard, the tall, strong and beautiful Sonya. She is alongside her Shinijoshi stablemate, Narumi Tsutsumi who is herself a championship holder in another company. Tyler watches his partner while taking a sip of water, shaking his head. It was apparent that Sena would need someone to babysit once the party was over.
“SONYAAAAAAAA! The six foot beauty in the building! What do you and Narumi have to say about Emmy’s big win!?”
The two of them chat quietly amongst themselves for a moment, Sonya giggling a bit at Sena’s drunken antics.”
“Well, we’re obviously happy that Emmy-chan is a champion again! We all know that she’s been working hard to get back into this position and we’re both glad that we were able to make it to America to watch this moment in person.”
“I agree with Narumi-Chan wholeheartedly. I’ve known how much this would mean to her for a while. I was personally a bit saddened that I couldn’t be with her for the Queen’s Cup tournament so to be here to see her beat two incredible wrestlers to become world champion again is incredible. Uh….Sena?”
Sena was nearly falling over listening to the two formidable joshi speak, listening intently but not having great balance. He nodded his head before turning the camera back to Sonya.
“I do think that you should probably NOT drink for the rest of the night, yeah? You look a little…out of it.”
“I’m just…just a LITTLE bit buzzed, you know? Nothing too far out of the…what’s the word? Um…um…..shit…HAHAHA…I FORGOT! I can’t remember a thing right now!”
“You probably won’t remember anything tomorrow either….”
Sonya’s quick jab was met with a small nudge to the ribs with an elbow from Narumi, who herself started to fall into a fit of giggles. Sena turned his attention to a large man settled onto one of the few couches in the locker room. He was chatting with two lovely women before the young man stumbled forward.
“DT…THE RUUUUUUUUUUULER! IN THE FLESH, IN LIVING COLOR….AND I’M TOTALLY NOT SAYING COLOR BECAUSE….UM….PIGMENTATION…OR WHATEVER…..DT….I DO HAVE TO ASK, BRUH…WHY DO THEY CALL YOU THE RULER, MAN?! YOU DON’T RUN A COUNTRY! YOU DON’T EVEN RUN OWA, MAN!”
The man known as the Ruler stopped his chatting with the ladies seated with them and took off his sunglasses, sizing up Sena and staring the young wrestler down.
“You’re Carlos’s latest young boy, right?”
“YUP! I'M A YOUNG LION….RAAAAAAAARRWWWWWWWWWW MAN, LIGHTEN UP A LITTLE BIT! IT’S A PARTY!”
“If you want to LIVE to become an Old Lion, I strongly suggest you take your inebriated ass elsewhere. Immediately.”
“Inebriated……..BRO, I’M STRAIGHT!”
The sharply dressed mountain of muscle rose to his feet, preparing to beat Sena within an inch of his life when Emmy bobbed and weaved through the crowd of people to pull Sena away, mouthing a quick apology to DT before pulling Sena away. Out of the shower and in a pair of jeans and a simple white T-shirt, she had averted disaster! But now, she was being mobbed by friends and colleagues alike, everyone congratulating her on the big night. Sena kept his broadcast up, undeterred.
“OH SHIT! It’s the X Man himself, JEFF X! One of the OWA goats. JEFF, IN THE FLESH! WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT TONIGHT!?”
Jeff X, beer in hand, stepped into the shot with Sena, giving his thoughts on the match that had just taken place.
“I’m certainly not surprised. Emmy’s got the goods and she’s someone who will be a contender for any belt in any company she sets her eyes on. I’m happy to be here tonight and to see her persevere and keep going against two very good wrestlers to be a world champion, speaks to her greatness. The girl’s clutch…..”
As Jeff is about to speak some more, Stephanie Matsuda, Emmy’s inspiration and a close friend of her trainer Carlos, comes over to give Emmy a massive hug. The two share a few moments to speak, their words drowned out by the music and conversation elsewhere. Once Sena sees her though, he stumbles over.
“BAHHHHHHHHHH…BAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! SORRY FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO ONLY KNOW ENGLISH, I’M SPEAKING GOAT RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I’M IN THE PRESENSE OF ONE OF THE GOATS…STEPHANIE MATSUDA! EAW, OWA, WRESTLEWORLD, OWC, SEC, EWC, HWC, FBLA…WHATEVER ALPHABETS YOU USE FOR YOUR WRESTLING COMPANY, SHE’S PROBABLY WON A TITLE IN IT! Now Stephanie….What do you think of Emmy’s big win?”
“I’m just happy for her, hoping that this victory springboards her to even more successful things in the future…are you alright, sweets? You look a little…drunk.”
“Me? Drunk? No! I only had a couple of these tiny glasses of drinks, you know? Carlos gave me like about five of em earlier and I’ve been REAAAAAAAALLLLY calm since then. Hey…Jeff is here. Remember when you two went to Tokyo and hooked up with your wife and about twenty-”
“ANnnnnnnnd…that’s my cue to get you out of here of here….I’m sorry, Cloudy. My young boy is being a pain in the ass and my trainer isn't much better.”
Stephanie nodded her head before being joined by her wife Monica. The two of them see Jeff X and before Stephanie can say anything her wife mouths the words “Absolutely not.” Meanwhile, Emmy can’t seem to run her young man Sena out of trouble as probably the only person even MORE under the influence than her trainee was her trainer…..
“SPEAKING OF GOATS…..THE GREATEST LOUISIANA WRESTLER OF ALL TIME, THE MAN WITH THE STRONGEST ARM, THE BOSS OF BOB WRESTLING, MY TRAINER….THE LARIAT GOD, CARLOS ROSSO! THE JUICE MAYNE HIMSELF!”
“HEY! I KNOW ALL OF YOU ON FACEBOOK WATCHING THOUGHT IT WAS OVER FOR EMMY! STOP COUNTING MY GIRL OFF! STOP COUNTING US OUT! IT AIN’T OVER!”
“IT AIN'T OVER!”
“IT AIN'T OVER! GOD WINS, EACH AND EVERY TIME, MY GUY! RESPECT THE PLATINUM STANDARD OR GET YOUR ASS STEPPED ON!”
Well, at least the two drunkest people were together and able to be corralled. The party lasted well into the night, security in the arena having to essentially beg for everyone to leave several hours after the show had finished. They had gone to a nearby hotel to party even more, but strangely enough Emmy didn’t stick around to the party’s conclusion after seeing everyone was safe and sound for the night. She sat alone in her bedroom, eying the championship belts she had acquired. It felt good to finish off unfinished business, but it felt even better having fun in an industry that was a bit strange for her at times. It pushed her to her very worst…and also her very best. At times she felt alone…but at a time like tonight she had never felt like she had more friends. For someone who was used to traveling alone, working alone and plotting her own course in life, nights like this were definitely something to savor.
This is something that I got a phone call from a while back. Tara wanted to know if I could make it out to a special show that she was running. A charity show. It’s not about titles, settling old scores or anything like that. It was about raising awareness of issues that are important to us, charities that we would like to help. And I know that this isn’t necessarily the proper channel to really talk about charities, but one that I’m fully endorsing is Feeding America. Millions of people in the United States have food security issues for one reason or another. Unemployment, lack of healthy food near them, inflation, healthcare and housing bills. The reasons are numerous, but there are many people in this country and elsewhere around the world who go hungry. I’ve been blessed in my lifetime to have a family that was pretty well off and I am fortunate to have many opportunities to make ends meet so I don’t have to worry about it.
As we get closer and closer to the holidays though, many people do worry. They’re struggling and could use the help. So please, if nothing else, donate to a food bank near you. Make sure that people don’t have to spend their holiday seasons making horrible choices between medicine and food, rent and food, Christmas gifts and food. I never want to see a hungry child or a hungry elderly person, shit hungry anyone. And neither should you.
Now that is out of the way, I want to just say it feels AMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZING to have a World Championship in my possession again. When all the other wrestling organizations I’ve joined have kinda petered out, the Southwest Wrestling Syndicate keeps surviving and thriving, and I’m proud to stand as the UNDISPUTED World Champion and I’m even prouder to represent them in Waikiki in a match on a card with some of the biggest stars in wrestling today. Tara herself, that cute, charitable lady, is competing in it.
Jason Long
Savannah Sunshine
Chris Page
Lexus Von Drachenberg
And so many more.
My match….it’s a pretty interesting one. Against this young, rising star named Ricky Rodriguez! Am I going to pretend to know everything about him and his style to come off as an over prepared master wrestler? No. I don’t know much about this kid besides the fact that he’s extremely agile, a gifted athlete and has put himself together a hell of a resume already. Outlaw Pro Wrestling’s Legacy Champion, Fighting Spirit Champion in Zion Wrestling, a place where I’ve had a few matches and know the lay of the land of. For someone to have belts in places like that speaks of their potential in this business and their individual talents.
The SWWS World Champion says that I’m one of the best in the World, however. This belt was won from not just the champion proper but an Interim champion as well, two of the most fierce women on the block when it comes to wrestling! Yes, there’s a lot of places out there and the words “World Champion” may not mean much to a lot of you, but they mean a hell of a lot to me. Just like the words Warrior Rising Champion meant something to me, the Shogun Championship of WrestleWorld meant something to me. The Grand Championship of Project: Honor. Anyone and everyone holding a championship going into an event like this knows that they’re not just competing for themselves. They represent their organizations, the people who came before them and the people that will follow them in their respective titles’ lineage.
This is more than just a chance to raise awareness for the things we care about, it’s a chance to raise awareness about the organizations we compete in as well. It’s a chance to put the world on notice that we are not just big fishes in small ponds, that we are truly some of the best that the world has to offer.
Ricky: Now that we’ve said hello, let’s get down to business, yeah? You are rolling, you’re good, and a lot of people seem to have money on you beating poor old Emmy in Waikiki. And you know what? That doesn’t bother me one little bit. I’m used to it. So many times I’ve wrestled men bigger than you, stronger than you, more technically sound than you…..ehh, I’ll give you a pass on the looks because you’re a decent enough looking guy, but you get the jist. I’m accustomed to being an underdog. I won my first title as an underdog. I beat three men, all bigger and stronger and tougher, in a ladder match to capture a championship once. I’ve outlasted seven people in one of the most convoluted matches ever devised in the history of mankind…..TWICE.
But maybe you’re what they call a “Doubting Thomas”, huh? You’ve heard so much hype, so much about Emmy that you can’t possibly believe that all of this is real, that any of this is real life. But guess what, man, it is real life. You’re about to wrestle one of the best the wrestling world has to offer and I can smell the fear even via the internet. Anyone can hop onto Twitter, pop off about what they’re going to do (and Good Lord, I wish the girl chasing me for a title shot in SWWS would take the hint because she has this bad too) and then fail to do it. It’s very easy to have keyboard fingers but not be able to make those keyboard fingers into a fist when it matters.
Me? I’ve done all that. I’m not even thirty years old yet and I have a legacy a lot of hardcore veterans wish they had. You don’t know how many nasty looks I get when I enter locker rooms from people who think people like me “kill the business” by puting on high octane, no limit, all gas-no motherfucking breaks matches. We are going to have one of the best matches on the show, absolutely, but we’re going to have one of the matches of the YEAR in wrestling if I have my say. The people that I’ve wrestled in this ring time and time again have come into the ring expecting something overhyped, something average.
They don’t get that. They get the best. And you’re going to get my best, Ricky. Not because I have any personal beef with you or think that you’re a bad guy or even because I would love to be extra petty and show you up. It’s because that as a world champion that’s whata’s expected of me, and because my standard is so high for myself I can’t give anything less.
So, what are you going to do? Are you going to outstrike me? Unlikely, I got trained by one of the best strikers in the wrestling world, Carlos Rosso, and I hit just as heavy and just as hard as any man who has walked into a wrestling ring. Gonna outwrestle me? Now that’s a laugh. I’m one of the most technically sound athletes walking the planet, man. You’re not going to catch me napping and lock in a three-quarter nelson for a fluke win. Are you going to go for a lucha libre vibe?
HAHAHA!
Not a chance, I’m aces in the air too, bro. You see, any way you slice it, this match just doesn’t add up to being a good matchup for you. I’m sorry if people have been gassing you up to believe otherwise but….nope, not with me. Not by any stretch of the imagination. So…don’t take it personally, but you’re going to lose. But don’t feel bad, you won’t be the first or last to fall victim to the Platinum Standard. Just show up, take your L like a man, and move on with what has been a damn good career so far.
