So let's talk about New Beginnings.
Hey I'm facing Hayes. Nothing new. Oh I know. Everyone says this match won't matter. It really won't. Because on that night I get to face Hayes twice. One for my belt and one for all the belts, including my belt. So what's really the point of this match?
Oh yeah it's SFT. Points in combat is kinda stupid.
Apparently you are mad at me for what exactly? Your brother. Your brother had no personality. No drive. No pizazz. I made him at least somewhat useable compared to you.
So this is the part where you get mad at me for making fun of your heritage right?
What heritage? That you're a Native American? Ohhh. That makes you special. No. That makes you a question on a scantron. You're a Harvard grad right? You've earned the right to get picked on you elitist little shit. That's all you are Hayes. You brag about this. How good you are. The truth is.
I've done more in SFT than you have and I did it before you.
I've beaten you how many times and you have never ever gotten the better of me. Now, you wear a cape and pretend to be something that you aren't.
You are just like your brother. You need me to make you something fucking special.
Let's not pretend what this is all about. This is about you getting one shot. One shot. One shot to beat me before you and your team lose all of your titles in the final match between DI and The Axis. Evan Corbyn is a joke and so are you. You just became Kyle and Josh for this match.
However it's not about that match. It's about the one before.
The one to make you feel fucking special. So you can say I got beat by you just once. It'll be like a little brother getting a win over his older one in the ring and then seeing that older brother win the world title the same night.
Because let's face facts. It doesn't matter.
None of this ever mattered.
That's what you can't stand. No matter what you have done you haven't been able to stop me. Not that it really matters.
Even if you pin me you still help me. Either way. I still win.
You don't see what I see. Maybe if you want to get inside of my head like I got into Miranda's...maybe you should see things from my point of view.
I got a mask for you to.
I think it'll fit you just right.
We'll call you Vendetta.
Then you and your brother can be a tag team called Vengeance.
It'll be the best thing you can do for your career. To becomes just like me. You are already stepping into that direction.
The cape was a nice touch.
The smile I shot you when you let me live. That was a sense of pride. I finally got to you. You are starting to realize what is really going on.
The madness is starting to get to you, but you are still holding on to who you were.
AHAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh it's wonderful. You just fucked up in one place Hayes.
You let me live.
You didn't end it.
You had the opportunity to finish me off and you let it slip through your fingers to try and make me think that you have some higher power in charge of you.
Just like you to blame your failures on someone else.
That was your mistake. Because as of right now. I am going to make you regret that mistake. So that the next time you actually get ballsy enough to try and step to me little man you will finally make a commitment to something. What kind of sick stuff do you have planned? Eh? Gonna hurt me? Gonna break me? Gonna hit me with those tired ass moves of yours.
Get fucking creative for once.
I was an All American. That means you played by the rules and you were the best at that particular niche. This isn't some mat where I will take the bitch position. This is my kind of fight. You are in my fucking domain now boy.
Time for you to get schooled.
For the last fucking time.
Because after this Pay Per View.
I am going to be done with you. Because after this pay per view you will not longer be where you are. I was going to leave you alone. Let you take your National Title and run with it. Let you have a little bit of success so your ego would brew.
Always following after me.
I win the national title. After someone else takes it from me you get it.
Now you think you can take my title?
I guess if I cared this would be the part where I told you no chance in hell. Hell. I might let you win it. Just so I can take it back from you at the end of the night. If you were smart you'd request this be held off, but then you can't be sure that this is going to even be here by the next pay per view.
I'm your only fucking hope for a push.
Right now you are the only one in the UVA that has a shot at the main event. Corbyn is tired. Titania is not ready yet. You. You have a “win” over Nirvana. Whom everyone assumes is the leader of The Axis.
Ah, but the booker looks and says hmmm I would give you that shot Alex, but you can't seem to get a win over Ataxia.
Oh, but this is about some dark power not money right? Not your bruised ego coming up with excuses and playing dress up to try to make you seem fucking intimidating instead of looking like some rejected love child of Tonto and The Count from Sesame Street.
You know this use to be fun.
Now you bore me. I've already moved past you. This game is over before it started.
I would say it's been fun but let's be honest. You never were fun till I showed up.