Post by jace on Feb 25, 2016 17:31:58 GMT
Arguably one of the greatest matches in the history of NJFC was the main event of Collision Course where I met the “Legendary” John Pariah in the finals to decide a #1 contender to the GPC World Heavyweight Championship belt here at Stardom.
And now?
Now... we get to do it all over again at the main event of Stardom with the GPC World Heavyweight Championship belt on the line.
No tournament, no wrestling three times in one night, and no #1 contenders.
Two men walk in and only one of them walks out as the new GPC World Heavyweight Champion.
I could sit here and tell you that the person that going to walk out with his hand raised in victory and 16 pounds of gold around his waist would be me but clearly that effort would be futile since we're going to bare witness to the “REVIVAL” of one John Pariah.
But really, let's get into this shall we?
Why is this a “REVIVAL” John?
What in God's name made you think it was a good idea to come out here in front of millions of people before one of the biggest matches of your career and tell them that end result of this match was going to be different because this was the “REVIVAL” of John Pariah?
I mean sure it sounds like a fancy way to make everyone forget that I beat your ass in the main event of Collision Course. What was it that you called yourself? The night light that shines in the darkness? Yeah... scary stuff.
Let's get down to the truth of the matter John and that's the fact that at Collision Course it was supposed to be your last match. You remember that don't you? Sure you do but you're hoping everyone else has forgotten about it since that was months ago but I remember it perfectly.
From the moment you signed your name on the dotted line to compete at Collision Course you screamed from the mountain tops that it would be your last event as a professional wrestler. I personally called you a fucking idiot for entering a tournament that you could possibly win and become #1 contender to the GPC World Heavyweight Championship belt if you were just going to ride off into retirement afterwards.
But that was the plan all along.
You went into that tournament trying to pull the wool over everyone's eyes and it almost worked.
Whether it was Al Envy or Jon Kellar you had people walking into matches against you feeling sorry for you. You had people step foot in the ring with you full of feels of a so called legendary career coming to an end and you? You knew it was all bullshit so while they were taking it easy on you, you were there going in for the kill on your way to becoming the #1 contender to the GPC World Heavyweight Championship belt.
Unfortunately for you in the main event you came head to head against me.
For a split second you had me fooled. For a brief moment I actually thought that you were going to hold up your end of the bargain and retire after I beat you in the center of that ring.
So what did I do John?
I showed you an ounce of respect and I wrestled you. I wrestled you, I fucking carried you during that whole match and I let you walk away looking like a million bucks. That was supposed to be it John but of course it wasn't, it wasn't by a long shot.
After that you went back to REDEFINE, you came to HOW, and now you're over in Boardwalk Wrestling and all you're talking about is this “REVIVAL” like this isn't the 37th time you have threatened retirement only to come back with the same tired ass song and dance that you always do.
But if this “REVIVAL” is just about you buying Batmobiles and playing over in a federation like Boardwalk Wrestling where they think having fucking Power Rangers is a good idea than you're beyond fucked Pariah.
I'm not walking into Stardom to have a great wrestling match against you.
I'm not walking into that Tokyo Dome to once again carry you for entire match and make you look like a worthy opponent.
I'm walking into that arena to take what rightfully belongs to me and I'm going to fucking destroy you in the process.
Not because I dislike you, not because it's just business, but just because I fucking can John. You have no idea when to hang it up, you don't know when to say enough is enough and left to your own devices? You'll sit there and threaten to retire another 45 times just to make people give a flying fuck about you for three seconds.
Well at Stardom I'm taking the choice of retirement out of your fucking hands.
The last time John was a courtesy but this time? This time I'm actually taking this shit seriously. This time John I'm actually training for this match and trust me when I tell you that's your worst nightmare.
You can quote as many comic books as you want at me.
You can tell me to go fuck my mother in Japanese for all I care.
At the end of the day Johnathan... come Stardom I will bury you in the center of that ring and I will send a clear cut message to each and every person on this roster or who dares to sign a contract with NJFC that this is my territory. I am it's Champion and I am the ruler of this Kingdom.
There is only one prize fitting for a King and that's the GPC World Heavyweight Championship belt.
And you John?
You're just the Papier-mâché dragon that I have to slay on my way to greatness.
And now?
Now... we get to do it all over again at the main event of Stardom with the GPC World Heavyweight Championship belt on the line.
No tournament, no wrestling three times in one night, and no #1 contenders.
Two men walk in and only one of them walks out as the new GPC World Heavyweight Champion.
I could sit here and tell you that the person that going to walk out with his hand raised in victory and 16 pounds of gold around his waist would be me but clearly that effort would be futile since we're going to bare witness to the “REVIVAL” of one John Pariah.
But really, let's get into this shall we?
Why is this a “REVIVAL” John?
What in God's name made you think it was a good idea to come out here in front of millions of people before one of the biggest matches of your career and tell them that end result of this match was going to be different because this was the “REVIVAL” of John Pariah?
I mean sure it sounds like a fancy way to make everyone forget that I beat your ass in the main event of Collision Course. What was it that you called yourself? The night light that shines in the darkness? Yeah... scary stuff.
Let's get down to the truth of the matter John and that's the fact that at Collision Course it was supposed to be your last match. You remember that don't you? Sure you do but you're hoping everyone else has forgotten about it since that was months ago but I remember it perfectly.
From the moment you signed your name on the dotted line to compete at Collision Course you screamed from the mountain tops that it would be your last event as a professional wrestler. I personally called you a fucking idiot for entering a tournament that you could possibly win and become #1 contender to the GPC World Heavyweight Championship belt if you were just going to ride off into retirement afterwards.
But that was the plan all along.
You went into that tournament trying to pull the wool over everyone's eyes and it almost worked.
Whether it was Al Envy or Jon Kellar you had people walking into matches against you feeling sorry for you. You had people step foot in the ring with you full of feels of a so called legendary career coming to an end and you? You knew it was all bullshit so while they were taking it easy on you, you were there going in for the kill on your way to becoming the #1 contender to the GPC World Heavyweight Championship belt.
Unfortunately for you in the main event you came head to head against me.
For a split second you had me fooled. For a brief moment I actually thought that you were going to hold up your end of the bargain and retire after I beat you in the center of that ring.
So what did I do John?
I showed you an ounce of respect and I wrestled you. I wrestled you, I fucking carried you during that whole match and I let you walk away looking like a million bucks. That was supposed to be it John but of course it wasn't, it wasn't by a long shot.
After that you went back to REDEFINE, you came to HOW, and now you're over in Boardwalk Wrestling and all you're talking about is this “REVIVAL” like this isn't the 37th time you have threatened retirement only to come back with the same tired ass song and dance that you always do.
But if this “REVIVAL” is just about you buying Batmobiles and playing over in a federation like Boardwalk Wrestling where they think having fucking Power Rangers is a good idea than you're beyond fucked Pariah.
I'm not walking into Stardom to have a great wrestling match against you.
I'm not walking into that Tokyo Dome to once again carry you for entire match and make you look like a worthy opponent.
I'm walking into that arena to take what rightfully belongs to me and I'm going to fucking destroy you in the process.
Not because I dislike you, not because it's just business, but just because I fucking can John. You have no idea when to hang it up, you don't know when to say enough is enough and left to your own devices? You'll sit there and threaten to retire another 45 times just to make people give a flying fuck about you for three seconds.
Well at Stardom I'm taking the choice of retirement out of your fucking hands.
The last time John was a courtesy but this time? This time I'm actually taking this shit seriously. This time John I'm actually training for this match and trust me when I tell you that's your worst nightmare.
You can quote as many comic books as you want at me.
You can tell me to go fuck my mother in Japanese for all I care.
At the end of the day Johnathan... come Stardom I will bury you in the center of that ring and I will send a clear cut message to each and every person on this roster or who dares to sign a contract with NJFC that this is my territory. I am it's Champion and I am the ruler of this Kingdom.
There is only one prize fitting for a King and that's the GPC World Heavyweight Championship belt.
And you John?
You're just the Papier-mâché dragon that I have to slay on my way to greatness.
