Post by Dean Wolf on Nov 10, 2019 22:40:37 GMT -5
Clifford: JOE! JOE! GET YOUR FUCKING ASS IN HERE!!!
Joe Fager is startled out of his sleep by the obscene yelling of his ten-year-old son. He wants to pretend that he can’t hear the little shit, but his wife, Gina, who is taking up most of the bed, won’t let that happen.
Gina: Joe! Do ya hear the fuckin’ kid?! Go see what the fuck he wants!
Joe: Yes, dear.
He sits up, rubs the grogginess out of his eyes, and walks down the hall to Clifford’s room. He opens the door and turns the light on.
Joe: What’s up, bud?
Clifford sits up in his bed.
Clifford: I’m thirsty! I want a glass of water!
Joe: Come on, Clifford, I think you can get a glass of water yourself. You’re a big boy now.
Clifford, enraged, slams himself back down onto the bed and yells.
Clifford: MOM?! JOE WON’T GET MY A GLASS OF WATER!
Joe winces at the verbal assault that’s about to come from his bedroom.
Gina: JOE! WHAT THE FUCK IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?! YA GAWD DAMN SON WANTS SOME WATER AND YOU WON’T GET IT FOR HIM?! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! WHAT KIND OF FUCKING FATHER ARE YOU?! IF I HAVE TO GO DOWN THERE AND GET THAT WATER MY GAWD DAMN SELF, I’M GONNA SHOVE MY FOOT UP YOUR ASS!
Joe hangs his head.
Defeated again.
Joe: Yes, dear.
Gina: Ya gawd damn right, you fucking pussy.
He heads back downstairs and pours Clifford a glass of water. He comes back up and enters Clifford’s room. Taking one step inside, he feels something hard under his bare foot.
Joe: AH!
He jumps back, some of the water spilling onto the rug. Clifford giggles. Joe turns the light on and sees the object that caused him to yelp in pain- a Lego. He looks around the rest of the bedroom. It’s a pig sty. Toys everywhere. Clothes hanging from everything except a hanger. Crude pictures drawn in crayon on the wall, the wall that he had just painted two weeks before. And the sad part about the whole room was that Joe was inevitably going to clean it himself.
I can only imagine what the other kids’ rooms look like.
Joe steps over the Lego this time and all the other obstructions on the floor until he finally makes it to the bed. He hands the glass to Clifford and sits on the edge of the bed. He hears what sounds like paper crumpling under the cover. He pulls it up and sees a magazine.
Joe: What’s this?
He picks it up and sits back down on the bed. Clifford takes a long sip before answering.
Clifford: That’s APW Magazine. I stole it from CVS.
Joe: You stole… never mind. APW. That’s the wrestling thing, right? You’re into that?
Clifford: Yeah, it’s my favorite show.
The young brat takes another long swig. Joe flips through the pages until he comes along a picture that causes him to freeze with more fear than when Gina gets naked.
Clifford can see the page from where he’s sitting. He becomes very animated and crawls towards Joe, dropping his glass of water on the rug in the process. Joe looks down at the glass exasperated.
Clifford: [excitedly] That’s Dean Wolf! He’s so great, Joe! He’s the Hardcore Champion. He fought Arthur Pleasant in an Arms Race Match and stabbed him with glass and shoved poop into another guy’s mouth and it was so great, Joe! Now, he’s going to fight Smith Jones at this show called Omega for the World Championship! He’s so great, Joe! He’s so great!
This moment pretty much compounds Joe’s misery.
Joe: This stuff is very violent, Clifford.
Clifford: So? Mom lets me watch it all the time.
Joe: Yeah, I bet she does.
He studies the picture of the man that changed his life for the worse. Dean Wolf looks menacing, as if he were to jump out of the page and attack Joe.
Clifford: Hey, Joe, what’s a pussy?
Joe snaps out of his meditation.
Joe: Huh? What? Where did you hear that word?
Clifford: Mom called you that a few minutes ago.
Joe: Oh, right. Um, I don’t know.
Clifford: Well, it didn’t sound like a good word.
Joe purses his lips and nods his head.
Joe: Yeah, it’s probably not.
Clifford: Whatever it means, I bet Dean Wolf isn’t a pussy.
Joe looks down at the picture of Dean Wolf again. There was a time when Dean Wolf was a pussy, and Joe, Chris, and Mark took advantage of it every day. And then one day, the roles reversed. Now, Joe is the pussy who is taken advantage of by his wife and kids while Dean Wolf gets to be the proverbial big man on campus, becoming rich and successful.
Joe: You want to be like Dean Wolf when you grow up?
Clifford: Oh yeah! I want to be a wrestler just like him! He’s my hero!
“He’s my hero.” Those words are going to torture Joe for the rest of the night. And possibly the rest of his life. He breaths one big sigh through his nose.
Joe: Okay, well, go back to sleep.
He gets up to leave but is stopped.
Clifford: Joe?
Joe turns around, hoping that the next words out of Clifford’s mouth are “Thank you” or “I love you” or maybe all five words.
Joe: Yeah, bud?
Clifford lifts the glass off the rug and holds it up.
Clifford: Get me some more water.
Joe sighs again.
Joe: Sure.
He takes the glass and heads out of the room, contemplating any number of ways that he could kill himself rather than watch his son admire the man that turned his life to shit.
Meanwhile, backstage at the CURE Insurance Arena in Trenton, New Jersey, Dean Wolf is ready to cut a promo for his tag match for this Monday’s Metal. However, when the camera rolls, he’s reading something on his iPhone. He pretends like he doesn’t know the camera is on him when he looks up and feigns surprise.
Dean Wolf: Oh, sorry. I didn’t see you all watching me. I just got caught up going through the Twitter feed of our World Champion, Smith Jones, and I’ll tell you, he never surprises me with the stupid things that he says. I thought he just reserved his poorly thought-out musings for me and the Hardcore Title, but nope, he apparently has made a habit out of being a dumbass.
He scrolls up to the top of Smitty’s feed.
Dean Wolf: Take this latest pearl of wisdom from November 5. And I quote…
He clears his throat comically.
Dean Wolf: “The way I see it, gents, that tag match on Monday night is really a Fatal Fourway. I intend to win.”
He puts the phone in his back pocket and gets serious.
Dean Wolf: That quote right there, Smitty, just about sums you up in a nutshell. We’re in a TAG TEAM match. I didn’t ask for it, you didn’t ask for it, but that’s the situation we were dealt, and just like every situation I’m put in, I deal with it the only way I know how. I go full steam ahead and adapt to the circumstances. That’s why I won the Arms Race at HorrorKore. I didn’t sit there and bitch and whine and complain about the strictures of that match. I stepped in that ring, did what I was supposed to do, and walked out with my Hardcore Championship, proving why I deserve a shot at the World Title, as if beating you a month ago wasn’t enough of a reason.
Now I find myself in this tag team match with you as my partner. It’s not an ideal situation but it is what it is. When I heard about it, my mindset wasn’t that this was a fatal fourway. My mindset was “I gotta prove that I’m the best in every situation that I’m in, so I’m gonna work with this man, we’re gonna win this match, and we’ll show the world why we are the two top champions in all of APW.”
But you don’t want to take that tact. You want this to be the Smith Jones show. You want to treat this as the Smith Jones showcase. There was a time that I would have thought the same thing. There was a time when I would have said “Fuck this. I work best when I work alone. I’m gonna go in there and win this match on my own. Fuck my partner.” But that was when I was young and inexperienced. Now you, Mr. World Champ, are parroting that same stupid way of thinking. That’s not how the World Champ is supposed to sound.
Why is it that every time you open your mouth or tweet something, you’re saying the opposite of what a World Champion should say while I, the challenger for the World Championship, always seem to be saying the things that you should be saying? Maybe it’s because you don’t deserve to hold that championship. Maybe it’s because, ever since October 14, I’ve been the UNCROWNED World Champion. Maybe I’m the true World Champ and you are just a pretender.
But I’m going to put that all aside for right now, because as much as I hate your shitty attitude towards everything, you and I have to work together, and I want to win. Let’s focus on that. Let’s focus on trying to beat Steve Osbourne and Zion Simmons, two guys that, like me, were overlooked by their peers in high school just to thrive and make it to the elite level of professional wrestling.
For Zion Simmons and I, that’s where the similarities stop. I’m not going to stand here and say that Zion Simmons has bought everything that he has earned here in APW. That isn’t true. Zion Simmons did not buy his shot at the World Title. He earned that by going through three rounds of a tournament, the finals of said tournament being a threeway that included Zombie McMorris. And while he didn’t beat Smith Jones for the World Title at HorrorKore, he still put up a hell of a fight, and I’ll give him credit for that.
But if he thinks he’s ever going to sniff the World Title again, then I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure that it’s never a reality. Zion, you already destroyed a part of this company when you bought the Canadian Coalition and made sure that they never had to defend the APW Tag Team Titles ever again. You effectively ended the Tag Team Division here in APW, and you did it right as APW was getting off the ground floor. This company is trying to make a name and thrive in this industry and you destroyed a part of it. It’s like you cut off the foot of a baby while it was trying to learn how to walk. And why did you do it? To show off your money?
You think that the money you have gives you power? That power is superficial. It doesn’t gain you the respect you think you’ve earned. You don’t gain real respect through coercion. You gain real respect with your actions, and in this business, the only action you need to take is stepping into the ring and busting your ass night in and night out. You think you’re going to earn people’s respect and admiration by killing off a part of the wrestling business that has been integral to this sport for decades? The only thing you’ve earned by doing that is people’s disgust, including mine.
Thank God my partner beat you to retain the World Title. If you’re going to use your money to shut down a whole division, I can only imagine what you had planned for APW if you had won the World Title. Would you have tried to by the whole company? Would you have tried to buy your challengers out so they’d never come after your title? Whatever you had planned, it would have come crashing down once you put that title on the line against me at Omega.
Somebody like you makes Masuda Jubei look like Mother Theresa. I didn’t appreciate Jubei’s whole “master” complex and I didn’t appreciate his other occupation as the head of a criminal enterprise. What I did appreciate is the fact that with all his corruption and all his scheming and maneuvering, he was still willing to come into this ring and fight with some kind of integrity. He was the first champion and understood the importance of it. He understood the weight of carrying the richest prize in all of APW and the legacy that he was starting as the inaugural champion.
I would never have allowed myself to be subjugated by him like so many others, but I respected him as a wrestler. Not only would I never sell out to you, but I don’t respect you in any capacity. I see you as a weak little man who needs his money to feel good about himself.
But you've probably heard all of this before in one way or another. You're probably rolling your eyes at me like I don't know what I'm talking about because you're rich and I'm not. And while that may be true, what's also true is that I'm a champ- and you're not.
And on December 2, I'm going to do what you couldn't do in Chernobyl.
I admire your partner, Steve Osbourne, much more than you. Steve and I actually tagged up one time against Trent Page and Braxton Locus, and I have to tell you, Stevie and I made a pretty good team.
You hear that Smitty? Stevie and I were a makeshift team and we made it work.
And I have to say, Stevie, you and I have almost had parallel careers since that match. You’ve won titles. I’ve won my precious police-taped beauty twice. You’ve faced setbacks and overcome them. I’ve faced setbacks and overcome them. If there ever comes a time that I have to go toe-to-toe with you in a one-on-one situation, I know it’s going to be epic and we’re going to put on a hell of a show. I say we get a little practice for that possible match this Monday. Let’s get in that ring and tear each other to shreds. Let’s show all of the people here in Trenton the passion that we’ve both exhibited throughout our tenures here in APW.
Just understand this: I am going to kick the shit out of you. It almost pains me to say that because I like you (and that’s saying a lot seeing that I don’t like anybody), but you are one of my adversaries this week and I gotta do what I gotta do. I am not in a position right now to be losing. I don’t care that my shot for the World Title at Omega is secured. If I lose between now and that match on December 2, I am going to lose the momentum that I need to take on Smitty and beat him for a third time. These fans that have stuck beside me all this time would lose their faith in me and start believing that Irina’s prophecy is true, that I’m going to stall and burn out and be the guy that comes so close just to fail in the end.
What I’ve got going on right now is too important to worry about how much I admire and respect you as a competitor. I’m within one step of reaching the summit of this sport, a summit that, with all your title wins and all your perseverance, you haven’t reached yet. I’m not trying to sound arrogant or condescending, but you have not been in the position that I’ve been in yet. You haven’t been in the pressure spot like I’m in that pressure spot right now. It’s a different feeling than being on the cusp of fighting for the Junior Heavyweight Title or the North American Title. How do I know that? Because I’ve been on the cusp of fighting for my Hardcore Title, and it’s not the same feeling as you get when you prepare for the top prize, the World Title.
Therefore, I can’t take it easy on you.
I need to show everybody why I am, in fact, the best wrestler in APW and the #1 contender for the World Title.
I need to show all the fans that the faith they’ve put in me for the last five months has not been in vain.
I need to show Smitty that I’m not getting complacent now that I have my shot.
I need to show Smitty that I am going to go full throttle from now until I beat him for the World Title.
I need to show Smitty that if he thinks he’s prepared enough for me, he’s going to have to prepare 10 times harder, and then 10 times even harder after that.
And Stevie, if showing all that means that I might have to pull your dick off and beat you over the head with it, then so be it.
Then again, maybe I’ll just take Mr. DotCom’s millions and shove them right down his throat and make him shit out change.
Either way, the winners this Monday will be Smith Jones AND Dean Wolf.
And Smitty, I hope you pay attention, because I want the beating that I’m going to lay on Zion and Stevie to serve as a reminder that on December 2, if you want to keep the World Title, you will have to SEEK...THE WOLF...IN THYSELF!
Joe Fager is startled out of his sleep by the obscene yelling of his ten-year-old son. He wants to pretend that he can’t hear the little shit, but his wife, Gina, who is taking up most of the bed, won’t let that happen.
Gina: Joe! Do ya hear the fuckin’ kid?! Go see what the fuck he wants!
Joe: Yes, dear.
He sits up, rubs the grogginess out of his eyes, and walks down the hall to Clifford’s room. He opens the door and turns the light on.
Joe: What’s up, bud?
Clifford sits up in his bed.
Clifford: I’m thirsty! I want a glass of water!
Joe: Come on, Clifford, I think you can get a glass of water yourself. You’re a big boy now.
Clifford, enraged, slams himself back down onto the bed and yells.
Clifford: MOM?! JOE WON’T GET MY A GLASS OF WATER!
Joe winces at the verbal assault that’s about to come from his bedroom.
Gina: JOE! WHAT THE FUCK IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?! YA GAWD DAMN SON WANTS SOME WATER AND YOU WON’T GET IT FOR HIM?! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! WHAT KIND OF FUCKING FATHER ARE YOU?! IF I HAVE TO GO DOWN THERE AND GET THAT WATER MY GAWD DAMN SELF, I’M GONNA SHOVE MY FOOT UP YOUR ASS!
Joe hangs his head.
Defeated again.
Joe: Yes, dear.
Gina: Ya gawd damn right, you fucking pussy.
He heads back downstairs and pours Clifford a glass of water. He comes back up and enters Clifford’s room. Taking one step inside, he feels something hard under his bare foot.
Joe: AH!
He jumps back, some of the water spilling onto the rug. Clifford giggles. Joe turns the light on and sees the object that caused him to yelp in pain- a Lego. He looks around the rest of the bedroom. It’s a pig sty. Toys everywhere. Clothes hanging from everything except a hanger. Crude pictures drawn in crayon on the wall, the wall that he had just painted two weeks before. And the sad part about the whole room was that Joe was inevitably going to clean it himself.
I can only imagine what the other kids’ rooms look like.
Joe steps over the Lego this time and all the other obstructions on the floor until he finally makes it to the bed. He hands the glass to Clifford and sits on the edge of the bed. He hears what sounds like paper crumpling under the cover. He pulls it up and sees a magazine.
Joe: What’s this?
He picks it up and sits back down on the bed. Clifford takes a long sip before answering.
Clifford: That’s APW Magazine. I stole it from CVS.
Joe: You stole… never mind. APW. That’s the wrestling thing, right? You’re into that?
Clifford: Yeah, it’s my favorite show.
The young brat takes another long swig. Joe flips through the pages until he comes along a picture that causes him to freeze with more fear than when Gina gets naked.
Clifford can see the page from where he’s sitting. He becomes very animated and crawls towards Joe, dropping his glass of water on the rug in the process. Joe looks down at the glass exasperated.
Clifford: [excitedly] That’s Dean Wolf! He’s so great, Joe! He’s the Hardcore Champion. He fought Arthur Pleasant in an Arms Race Match and stabbed him with glass and shoved poop into another guy’s mouth and it was so great, Joe! Now, he’s going to fight Smith Jones at this show called Omega for the World Championship! He’s so great, Joe! He’s so great!
This moment pretty much compounds Joe’s misery.
Joe: This stuff is very violent, Clifford.
Clifford: So? Mom lets me watch it all the time.
Joe: Yeah, I bet she does.
He studies the picture of the man that changed his life for the worse. Dean Wolf looks menacing, as if he were to jump out of the page and attack Joe.
Clifford: Hey, Joe, what’s a pussy?
Joe snaps out of his meditation.
Joe: Huh? What? Where did you hear that word?
Clifford: Mom called you that a few minutes ago.
Joe: Oh, right. Um, I don’t know.
Clifford: Well, it didn’t sound like a good word.
Joe purses his lips and nods his head.
Joe: Yeah, it’s probably not.
Clifford: Whatever it means, I bet Dean Wolf isn’t a pussy.
Joe looks down at the picture of Dean Wolf again. There was a time when Dean Wolf was a pussy, and Joe, Chris, and Mark took advantage of it every day. And then one day, the roles reversed. Now, Joe is the pussy who is taken advantage of by his wife and kids while Dean Wolf gets to be the proverbial big man on campus, becoming rich and successful.
Joe: You want to be like Dean Wolf when you grow up?
Clifford: Oh yeah! I want to be a wrestler just like him! He’s my hero!
“He’s my hero.” Those words are going to torture Joe for the rest of the night. And possibly the rest of his life. He breaths one big sigh through his nose.
Joe: Okay, well, go back to sleep.
He gets up to leave but is stopped.
Clifford: Joe?
Joe turns around, hoping that the next words out of Clifford’s mouth are “Thank you” or “I love you” or maybe all five words.
Joe: Yeah, bud?
Clifford lifts the glass off the rug and holds it up.
Clifford: Get me some more water.
Joe sighs again.
Joe: Sure.
He takes the glass and heads out of the room, contemplating any number of ways that he could kill himself rather than watch his son admire the man that turned his life to shit.
Meanwhile, backstage at the CURE Insurance Arena in Trenton, New Jersey, Dean Wolf is ready to cut a promo for his tag match for this Monday’s Metal. However, when the camera rolls, he’s reading something on his iPhone. He pretends like he doesn’t know the camera is on him when he looks up and feigns surprise.
Dean Wolf: Oh, sorry. I didn’t see you all watching me. I just got caught up going through the Twitter feed of our World Champion, Smith Jones, and I’ll tell you, he never surprises me with the stupid things that he says. I thought he just reserved his poorly thought-out musings for me and the Hardcore Title, but nope, he apparently has made a habit out of being a dumbass.
He scrolls up to the top of Smitty’s feed.
Dean Wolf: Take this latest pearl of wisdom from November 5. And I quote…
He clears his throat comically.
Dean Wolf: “The way I see it, gents, that tag match on Monday night is really a Fatal Fourway. I intend to win.”
He puts the phone in his back pocket and gets serious.
Dean Wolf: That quote right there, Smitty, just about sums you up in a nutshell. We’re in a TAG TEAM match. I didn’t ask for it, you didn’t ask for it, but that’s the situation we were dealt, and just like every situation I’m put in, I deal with it the only way I know how. I go full steam ahead and adapt to the circumstances. That’s why I won the Arms Race at HorrorKore. I didn’t sit there and bitch and whine and complain about the strictures of that match. I stepped in that ring, did what I was supposed to do, and walked out with my Hardcore Championship, proving why I deserve a shot at the World Title, as if beating you a month ago wasn’t enough of a reason.
Now I find myself in this tag team match with you as my partner. It’s not an ideal situation but it is what it is. When I heard about it, my mindset wasn’t that this was a fatal fourway. My mindset was “I gotta prove that I’m the best in every situation that I’m in, so I’m gonna work with this man, we’re gonna win this match, and we’ll show the world why we are the two top champions in all of APW.”
But you don’t want to take that tact. You want this to be the Smith Jones show. You want to treat this as the Smith Jones showcase. There was a time that I would have thought the same thing. There was a time when I would have said “Fuck this. I work best when I work alone. I’m gonna go in there and win this match on my own. Fuck my partner.” But that was when I was young and inexperienced. Now you, Mr. World Champ, are parroting that same stupid way of thinking. That’s not how the World Champ is supposed to sound.
Why is it that every time you open your mouth or tweet something, you’re saying the opposite of what a World Champion should say while I, the challenger for the World Championship, always seem to be saying the things that you should be saying? Maybe it’s because you don’t deserve to hold that championship. Maybe it’s because, ever since October 14, I’ve been the UNCROWNED World Champion. Maybe I’m the true World Champ and you are just a pretender.
But I’m going to put that all aside for right now, because as much as I hate your shitty attitude towards everything, you and I have to work together, and I want to win. Let’s focus on that. Let’s focus on trying to beat Steve Osbourne and Zion Simmons, two guys that, like me, were overlooked by their peers in high school just to thrive and make it to the elite level of professional wrestling.
For Zion Simmons and I, that’s where the similarities stop. I’m not going to stand here and say that Zion Simmons has bought everything that he has earned here in APW. That isn’t true. Zion Simmons did not buy his shot at the World Title. He earned that by going through three rounds of a tournament, the finals of said tournament being a threeway that included Zombie McMorris. And while he didn’t beat Smith Jones for the World Title at HorrorKore, he still put up a hell of a fight, and I’ll give him credit for that.
But if he thinks he’s ever going to sniff the World Title again, then I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure that it’s never a reality. Zion, you already destroyed a part of this company when you bought the Canadian Coalition and made sure that they never had to defend the APW Tag Team Titles ever again. You effectively ended the Tag Team Division here in APW, and you did it right as APW was getting off the ground floor. This company is trying to make a name and thrive in this industry and you destroyed a part of it. It’s like you cut off the foot of a baby while it was trying to learn how to walk. And why did you do it? To show off your money?
You think that the money you have gives you power? That power is superficial. It doesn’t gain you the respect you think you’ve earned. You don’t gain real respect through coercion. You gain real respect with your actions, and in this business, the only action you need to take is stepping into the ring and busting your ass night in and night out. You think you’re going to earn people’s respect and admiration by killing off a part of the wrestling business that has been integral to this sport for decades? The only thing you’ve earned by doing that is people’s disgust, including mine.
Thank God my partner beat you to retain the World Title. If you’re going to use your money to shut down a whole division, I can only imagine what you had planned for APW if you had won the World Title. Would you have tried to by the whole company? Would you have tried to buy your challengers out so they’d never come after your title? Whatever you had planned, it would have come crashing down once you put that title on the line against me at Omega.
Somebody like you makes Masuda Jubei look like Mother Theresa. I didn’t appreciate Jubei’s whole “master” complex and I didn’t appreciate his other occupation as the head of a criminal enterprise. What I did appreciate is the fact that with all his corruption and all his scheming and maneuvering, he was still willing to come into this ring and fight with some kind of integrity. He was the first champion and understood the importance of it. He understood the weight of carrying the richest prize in all of APW and the legacy that he was starting as the inaugural champion.
I would never have allowed myself to be subjugated by him like so many others, but I respected him as a wrestler. Not only would I never sell out to you, but I don’t respect you in any capacity. I see you as a weak little man who needs his money to feel good about himself.
But you've probably heard all of this before in one way or another. You're probably rolling your eyes at me like I don't know what I'm talking about because you're rich and I'm not. And while that may be true, what's also true is that I'm a champ- and you're not.
And on December 2, I'm going to do what you couldn't do in Chernobyl.
I admire your partner, Steve Osbourne, much more than you. Steve and I actually tagged up one time against Trent Page and Braxton Locus, and I have to tell you, Stevie and I made a pretty good team.
You hear that Smitty? Stevie and I were a makeshift team and we made it work.
And I have to say, Stevie, you and I have almost had parallel careers since that match. You’ve won titles. I’ve won my precious police-taped beauty twice. You’ve faced setbacks and overcome them. I’ve faced setbacks and overcome them. If there ever comes a time that I have to go toe-to-toe with you in a one-on-one situation, I know it’s going to be epic and we’re going to put on a hell of a show. I say we get a little practice for that possible match this Monday. Let’s get in that ring and tear each other to shreds. Let’s show all of the people here in Trenton the passion that we’ve both exhibited throughout our tenures here in APW.
Just understand this: I am going to kick the shit out of you. It almost pains me to say that because I like you (and that’s saying a lot seeing that I don’t like anybody), but you are one of my adversaries this week and I gotta do what I gotta do. I am not in a position right now to be losing. I don’t care that my shot for the World Title at Omega is secured. If I lose between now and that match on December 2, I am going to lose the momentum that I need to take on Smitty and beat him for a third time. These fans that have stuck beside me all this time would lose their faith in me and start believing that Irina’s prophecy is true, that I’m going to stall and burn out and be the guy that comes so close just to fail in the end.
What I’ve got going on right now is too important to worry about how much I admire and respect you as a competitor. I’m within one step of reaching the summit of this sport, a summit that, with all your title wins and all your perseverance, you haven’t reached yet. I’m not trying to sound arrogant or condescending, but you have not been in the position that I’ve been in yet. You haven’t been in the pressure spot like I’m in that pressure spot right now. It’s a different feeling than being on the cusp of fighting for the Junior Heavyweight Title or the North American Title. How do I know that? Because I’ve been on the cusp of fighting for my Hardcore Title, and it’s not the same feeling as you get when you prepare for the top prize, the World Title.
Therefore, I can’t take it easy on you.
I need to show everybody why I am, in fact, the best wrestler in APW and the #1 contender for the World Title.
I need to show all the fans that the faith they’ve put in me for the last five months has not been in vain.
I need to show Smitty that I’m not getting complacent now that I have my shot.
I need to show Smitty that I am going to go full throttle from now until I beat him for the World Title.
I need to show Smitty that if he thinks he’s prepared enough for me, he’s going to have to prepare 10 times harder, and then 10 times even harder after that.
And Stevie, if showing all that means that I might have to pull your dick off and beat you over the head with it, then so be it.
Then again, maybe I’ll just take Mr. DotCom’s millions and shove them right down his throat and make him shit out change.
Either way, the winners this Monday will be Smith Jones AND Dean Wolf.
And Smitty, I hope you pay attention, because I want the beating that I’m going to lay on Zion and Stevie to serve as a reminder that on December 2, if you want to keep the World Title, you will have to SEEK...THE WOLF...IN THYSELF!
