Post by dj03 on Sept 5, 2013 14:57:55 GMT -5
It's a funny thing, really.
To be the only person on the face of the planet that believes you can do something.
But what if even you know you can't do it? Do you still try to accomplish the impossible, or do you just give in to the pressure and fall over until everything clears up? That's the dilemma I find myself in now.
The last couple of months have been the most fun I've had in a wrestling ring in a long time. Helping Team Lethality make Morgan Simmons' life a living hell has been great, but for some reason I can't help but feel...
Overlooked.
Danielle Lopez is a former World Heavyweight champion, and honestly she should still have that belt. Ryan Robinson is the Platinum champion, the list of champions in Team Lethality pretty much covers everyone that's in the group.
And then there's me.
The last time I won a match it was against a jobber. Every big time match I've had since I've been back in PCW I've dropped the ball, and honestly, my performance inside the ring has sucked.
And yet, here I am on the eve of my biggest match, and what a lot of people are calling my funeral. Here I am going one on one with the PCW Broadcast Champion.
The undefeated Brytain Montgomery.
She is the exact opposite of me. Where I've failed, she's succeeded. Where I fall, she's flies. She is arguably the greatest wrestler in PCW today.
Morgan Simmons has ordered my execution at the hands of a champion.
I hear the voices as I walk by. I hear everyone say that I can't win. I hear them say that I'm like a lamb being led to slaughter. Ms. Montgomery even said that herself on Twitter. Smith Jones, Stryker, hell my own parents don't believe I stand a chance against her.
Everyone I know says I'm going to lose. And their probably right.
Morgan will most likely send Toxic to the ring to attack. Brytain will be just too strong for me. I'll spontaneously combust before I hit my finisher. I've heard all the outcomes except one:
Derek Jacobs beats Brytain Montgomery. The monster will be slain.
Out of everything I've heard this week, not the first fucking person thinks I'm good enough to beat her. No one believes in miracles anymore.
Except me.
You see, Brytain, I respect the fuck out of you. You've taken a championship and you made it relevant again. You're undefeated, and honestly I probably don't stand a snowball's chance in hell against you. But I promise you, if you think I'm a night off, or a public sparring session, you are dead fucking wrong.
I'm backed into a corner. I have nothing to lose, yet everything to gain. You on the other hand, have a bigger target on your back than I do.
Smith Jones and Mya Denton. Stryker. Hell, even Toxic. You know what they all have in common?
They hate your ass.
They say pride comes before a fall, champ. I may not beat you. Hell, I probably won't beat you. But I guarrangoddamntee you I'm gonna knock your ass down a couple pegs.
Bank on that, champ.
To be the only person on the face of the planet that believes you can do something.
But what if even you know you can't do it? Do you still try to accomplish the impossible, or do you just give in to the pressure and fall over until everything clears up? That's the dilemma I find myself in now.
The last couple of months have been the most fun I've had in a wrestling ring in a long time. Helping Team Lethality make Morgan Simmons' life a living hell has been great, but for some reason I can't help but feel...
Overlooked.
Danielle Lopez is a former World Heavyweight champion, and honestly she should still have that belt. Ryan Robinson is the Platinum champion, the list of champions in Team Lethality pretty much covers everyone that's in the group.
And then there's me.
The last time I won a match it was against a jobber. Every big time match I've had since I've been back in PCW I've dropped the ball, and honestly, my performance inside the ring has sucked.
And yet, here I am on the eve of my biggest match, and what a lot of people are calling my funeral. Here I am going one on one with the PCW Broadcast Champion.
The undefeated Brytain Montgomery.
She is the exact opposite of me. Where I've failed, she's succeeded. Where I fall, she's flies. She is arguably the greatest wrestler in PCW today.
Morgan Simmons has ordered my execution at the hands of a champion.
I hear the voices as I walk by. I hear everyone say that I can't win. I hear them say that I'm like a lamb being led to slaughter. Ms. Montgomery even said that herself on Twitter. Smith Jones, Stryker, hell my own parents don't believe I stand a chance against her.
Everyone I know says I'm going to lose. And their probably right.
Morgan will most likely send Toxic to the ring to attack. Brytain will be just too strong for me. I'll spontaneously combust before I hit my finisher. I've heard all the outcomes except one:
Derek Jacobs beats Brytain Montgomery. The monster will be slain.
Out of everything I've heard this week, not the first fucking person thinks I'm good enough to beat her. No one believes in miracles anymore.
Except me.
You see, Brytain, I respect the fuck out of you. You've taken a championship and you made it relevant again. You're undefeated, and honestly I probably don't stand a snowball's chance in hell against you. But I promise you, if you think I'm a night off, or a public sparring session, you are dead fucking wrong.
I'm backed into a corner. I have nothing to lose, yet everything to gain. You on the other hand, have a bigger target on your back than I do.
Smith Jones and Mya Denton. Stryker. Hell, even Toxic. You know what they all have in common?
They hate your ass.
They say pride comes before a fall, champ. I may not beat you. Hell, I probably won't beat you. But I guarrangoddamntee you I'm gonna knock your ass down a couple pegs.
Bank on that, champ.