Post by Simply Beautiful on Apr 22, 2007 16:59:32 GMT -5
SB sits alone in his mansion – isolated from the rest of the world. What used to be a home has now become just a house. Suzanna is gone. His best friend his trying to kill him. Even worse, he has no one to confide in. Who wants to hear some rich guy babble on about his problems? Do you? Didn’t think so. So he just sits, and thinks. What’s his next move?
SB: I hate to sound melodramatic, but this is getting to be a bit much, don’t you think? I mean, innocent people have been getting hurt for months now, just pawns in a chess game that’s been fairly one-sided. Lloyd Rees is accusing me of laying out Salty. My fiancée is off bangin’ some (BLEEP) in a banana hammock. Brian’s willing to sacrifice all of Canada for his bloodlust. What’s a regular guy like me to do? When the shit’s coming from all sides, it’s pretty hard to just shrug it all off. I managed to do it for Sole Survivor, and I won. But I was lucky; if Martyr followed up then he’d have his ticket punched for the Supershow, not me. It’s safe to say things have elevated quite a bit since March twenty-seven. Bruno’s been making a pretty aggravating habit of mercilessly kicking the shit out of me. For all I know, he’s waiting for me right now, maybe under my bed or in my closet.
All that to consider, AND a match with Bruce Richards? It hardly seems fair, but life ain’t fair. Aside from my title shot in the books, life just about sucks right now. But somehow, someway, I still can find my focus. Bruce, you talked about me as if I was just gonna be another stat in your win/loss column. Come on, brotha. You really believe it’ll be that simple? You think that just because you wanna win, and just because you know what the win is gonna do for ya, that you’ll pull it out over the Icon? Trust me, I know what it’s like to have a lot riding on a match and coming up short. My father was dying when Chris Casino pinned me. It coulda been the last time he ever saw me, and he saw me lose. What do you have riding on this match? Squat. Nada. You act like this is a proving ground for you. How do you figure that? You’re a bigger star here than I, my friend. No one’s gonna give a (BLEEP) if you lose, because you’re the white-meat babyface that these fans love. Nothing against you, I’m just stating a fact. You could lose to just about anyone and they’d still love you. If you lose to me they’ll give us a standing ovation, and all will be forgotten by the time we come back up to Edmonton. You don’t have anything riding on this match, but since you got it in your head that you do, I guess that counts for just the same. However, fairy tales don’t always end happily, my friend. This isn’t your Disney movie, and it ain’t gonna be your breakout neither.
All that said, you have a point. Misplaced hate – that’s been a problem of mine. Some people say that’s what set my feud with Lloyd Rees off. Personally, I just hate the (BLEEP)in’ guy and all he stands for, but there’s always gonna be armchair experts and wanna-be psychiatrists who want to tell you how you’re really feeling. You wanna know how I really feel, Bruce? I really feel like you should stay the hell out of my business with Bruno. The guy’s more dangerous than you can even imagine, and you’re the one who warned me about him. So please – for your own sake, and for the good of my conscience – just leave his name out of your mouth, my friend. I’m not gonna have another guy laid up in a hospital bed on my account. You should be focusing on one thing, Bruce. Not breaking down all your advantages and disadvantages. Not making up charts, nor smoking any cigars either. Those are horrible for ya, you want them to have to surgically remove your jaw? Nah, the only thing you need to worry about is this, compadre. How are you gonna beat me once all the X’s and O’s break down in front of your eyes, and you’re left to just me and you, one on one and out of your element? And ask yourself this question, because it’s been on my mind all (BLEEP)ing day.
What happens when a man with something to prove has nothing left to lose?
SB: I hate to sound melodramatic, but this is getting to be a bit much, don’t you think? I mean, innocent people have been getting hurt for months now, just pawns in a chess game that’s been fairly one-sided. Lloyd Rees is accusing me of laying out Salty. My fiancée is off bangin’ some (BLEEP) in a banana hammock. Brian’s willing to sacrifice all of Canada for his bloodlust. What’s a regular guy like me to do? When the shit’s coming from all sides, it’s pretty hard to just shrug it all off. I managed to do it for Sole Survivor, and I won. But I was lucky; if Martyr followed up then he’d have his ticket punched for the Supershow, not me. It’s safe to say things have elevated quite a bit since March twenty-seven. Bruno’s been making a pretty aggravating habit of mercilessly kicking the shit out of me. For all I know, he’s waiting for me right now, maybe under my bed or in my closet.
All that to consider, AND a match with Bruce Richards? It hardly seems fair, but life ain’t fair. Aside from my title shot in the books, life just about sucks right now. But somehow, someway, I still can find my focus. Bruce, you talked about me as if I was just gonna be another stat in your win/loss column. Come on, brotha. You really believe it’ll be that simple? You think that just because you wanna win, and just because you know what the win is gonna do for ya, that you’ll pull it out over the Icon? Trust me, I know what it’s like to have a lot riding on a match and coming up short. My father was dying when Chris Casino pinned me. It coulda been the last time he ever saw me, and he saw me lose. What do you have riding on this match? Squat. Nada. You act like this is a proving ground for you. How do you figure that? You’re a bigger star here than I, my friend. No one’s gonna give a (BLEEP) if you lose, because you’re the white-meat babyface that these fans love. Nothing against you, I’m just stating a fact. You could lose to just about anyone and they’d still love you. If you lose to me they’ll give us a standing ovation, and all will be forgotten by the time we come back up to Edmonton. You don’t have anything riding on this match, but since you got it in your head that you do, I guess that counts for just the same. However, fairy tales don’t always end happily, my friend. This isn’t your Disney movie, and it ain’t gonna be your breakout neither.
All that said, you have a point. Misplaced hate – that’s been a problem of mine. Some people say that’s what set my feud with Lloyd Rees off. Personally, I just hate the (BLEEP)in’ guy and all he stands for, but there’s always gonna be armchair experts and wanna-be psychiatrists who want to tell you how you’re really feeling. You wanna know how I really feel, Bruce? I really feel like you should stay the hell out of my business with Bruno. The guy’s more dangerous than you can even imagine, and you’re the one who warned me about him. So please – for your own sake, and for the good of my conscience – just leave his name out of your mouth, my friend. I’m not gonna have another guy laid up in a hospital bed on my account. You should be focusing on one thing, Bruce. Not breaking down all your advantages and disadvantages. Not making up charts, nor smoking any cigars either. Those are horrible for ya, you want them to have to surgically remove your jaw? Nah, the only thing you need to worry about is this, compadre. How are you gonna beat me once all the X’s and O’s break down in front of your eyes, and you’re left to just me and you, one on one and out of your element? And ask yourself this question, because it’s been on my mind all (BLEEP)ing day.
What happens when a man with something to prove has nothing left to lose?