Post by Scott Wilson on Dec 17, 2013 22:19:04 GMT -5
Monday 16th 2013
You know Greg, I have been sitting around all week, wondering what to say about our match. I considered bashing you completely and making you look foolish. I could go on and on about wanting to have a fair battle. There were so many options to choose from. But then I realized something; you haven't said anything. Being the veteran in the situation, I figured you would have the mind to address the public first. After all, it would leave me at a disadvantage. I would be forced to answer your points and you would expose me for the fraud that you play me out to be. But why haven't you said anything yet Greg? Why have you been so incognito about our match? Instead of sitting around wondering what to say, I then sat around and wondered why? 'Why' is Greg Venom playing the silent game with the man who has attacked him both physically and verbally? Are you trying to get into my head? What are your motives to your actions? I pondered and pondered and it took me until today to finally come up with a reason. You, Greg Venom, are afraid of me. You are afraid of the talent that I possess and you know that I could embarrass you without even trying to? I asked you on Twitter if you truly felt confident about our match at 'End Of Worlds'. You told me that you were confident. But your actions are suggesting otherwise.
The callousness with which you face your impending judgment is, while at first glance admirable, also cause for concern; given the fate that awaits you at End of Worlds, I would have expected your reaction to carry a bit more weight to them. I have, however, spent a great deal of time pondering your words and actions, and it occurs to me that your ignorance - your arrogance - is to be expected, especially in the face of doom so certain. It is hardly a novel phenomenon. Men such as yourself - the strong of body, stout of heart, weak of mind, and impotent of soul - have laughed in the face of judgment and doom since time immemorial. You mock what cannot be offended and assault what cannot be broken; you discount the harbingers of your own inevitable downfall and minimize that which threatens your perceived dominance, supposed authority, even your very existence. Such is the way of mankind; such WILL be the way of mankind, until mankind is no more. But still you laugh... and why? It is because your perceptions, your views of the world and how it works, are skewed. You see things not as they are, but as you would like them to be. However, you must not fret; this, too, is a common symptom of the human condition. In many fields of science, it is referred to as either confirmation bias or negativity bias - people only see what they want to see, while remaining blind to what they believe is not there.
Hiding in the shadows like a coward, it will only tarnish your reputation. And that is the one thing that you pride. You have been wrestling since before I even thought of the sport in a serious way. You built a reputation over the years. You care very much so about your reputation and if someone, or something, posed as a threat to your reputation; you either go into hiding to wait it out or you fight with everything you have. And over the past few weeks, everyone at home has seen firsthand what I could potentially do to you. You can proclaim that I am a coward who needs others to fight my battles with me. You can call me a snake, what with the way I slither out of trouble. But any way you try to rationalize it, I have bested you on every level. I know that right now, you are thinking about End of Worlds and how you hope I have mercy on you. These past few weeks were a test for you to see if you could face the adversities that I threw at you. And I am glad to say that you failed. You allowed me to enter your head with ease and plant the bug that you just didn't have what it took to compete with me. You were vulnerable and you wouldn't admit it. So you tried to put on this charade that played you off as calm and collective. You wanted everyone to believe that I wasn't in your head. But you did a bad job, and now you will suffer dearly.
Greg Venom. The warped perceptions you carry about yourself extend further than you might initially think... they also affect the way you see others. They affect the way you see ME. Greg Venom, you see yourself as the timeless veteran whose reign will never die; and thus, as your opponent, you have cast me as the up-and-coming rookie, the newcomer struggling to make a name for himself. Such assumptions are dangerous to make, for I am no rookie. I am no newcomer. I represent a thought, an idea, that has existed for longer than even your earliest ancestors. My goals are nothing so trivial as to "make an impact", or to "get myself noticed". Truth be told, I am above such things. In a similar vein, I have no one target. This, Greg Venom, is yet another indication of your state of hopeless delusion. You believe that I am after you, or your legacy? An amusing notion, to say the least. Rest assured, there is a method to my madness. I do have a goal in mind; however, Greg Venom, it is not you, nor is it your reputation to which you so desperately cling. It is a bit... a bit higher on the mountain than where you currently stand. You... Greg Venom... you are merely an obstacle, a roadblock that must and will be overcome. In that regard, neither of you are any different from Leviticus, or Eric Paisano, or Glory Braddock. And this Sunday at End of Worlds, just as those three were removed, so shall the pair of you be removed from my path. Pinfalls, submissions, countouts, disqualifications... these things do not matter. They are of a currency that I do not recognize as valid. If you must have victory in the ring to enforce your delusions of power, grandeur, authority, and significance, so be it. But rest assured; with or without a partner, in victory or defeat, artificial though both outcomes are, I will come closer to achieving my ultimate end.
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Wednesday 18th 2013
Greg Venom. When you look at me, what do you see? Do you see me for what I am? Do you see the face I have elected to show you, the visage that I have elected to show to all in the Future Wrestling Alliance? Or do you see the face of an unworthy opponent who needs not be in the same arena as yourself? Greg Venom, you see yourself as superior in a business where one can no longer exist as such. When you look in the mirror, when you look upon your own self, you see someone who has greater knowledge than those around him, a higher moral standard than those around him, and greater personal integrity than those around him. Along similar lines, you see me - as you see each and every one of your opponents - as little more than fodder for your personal life's story. We are of no great significance to the tale you wish to tell... the tale you believe must be told. And as such, you are of the conviction that we must all be swept aside, without consideration or second thought. But such...
Such is not the case. You are not destined for greatness, Greg Venom- in this arena, in this sport, in this... this industry, as some call it... no one is destined for greatness of any kind. What you do, the craft in which you have chosen to partake... there is no greatness to be found in it. There is only greed, and hunger, and lust, and fury, and pain, and suffering, and sorrow... and ultimately, at the end of all things this business has to offer, there lies naught but self-destruction. You have yet to see this, Greg Venom, and in light of that fact the Last King has found you wanting. At End of Worlds your judgment will be swift and most harsh, until at last, hopefully, you see that there is no honor or nobility in what you do. There is no honor or nobility in what you are.
Greg Venom. When you look at me, you see little more than a monster that needs slaying; a giant that needs toppling, and opponent that needs only be swept aside before moving on. Conversely, you see yourself as being well-suited to such a task; you entertain little visible doubt in your ability to topple me, to bring about my end, to put a stop to my crusade before it ever truly begins... and yet, your confidence is based on so little. Greg, you do everything within your power to maintain an exterior of calm, of cool, and of collection. You enjoy pretending that you are always in control, and that no matter the situation with which you are faced, you have matters well in-hand. But this is not the case; your calm exterior is easily shattered, your outer shell easily broken. I have seen it, as have others in the Future Wrestling Alliance. Your nonchalant, unwavering confidence in yourself is a facade, and a flimsy one at that; its foundation is a lack of knowledge, supported and held together by a refusal to accept or rectify such an absence.
You dismiss our encounter because you toppled a man of greater physical imposition than I... a foolish decision. It is not my physical size you need to concern yourself with, young one. It is, rather, the size of my presence; the size of my purpose; the size of my crusade, and the implications it has for the Future Wrestling Alliance and everyone within it. At End of Worlds you will find yourself seated by the cosmic judge's podium of the Last King... and Greg, my darling, it is my distinct pleasure to inform you that in the eyes of Scott Wilson, you have been found wanting.
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Friday 20th 2013
Have you seen the begger outside your hotel? Sure you have. He’s the guy that keeps begging for more and more. Everyday you pass him you give him money everyday, but still you continue to see him in the same spot again and again as if none of his contributions have changed his predicament. Eventually you’ll just get tired of giving him money, you’ll come to that realization on no matter how much you try to help them he’ll still just be in the same position. So the day will come when you just step over him. Right over him as if he’s nothing but a muddy puddle that will ruin your shoes if you step in it. He’ll be dragging himself along, pushing that donation cup of his with his nose and you won’t even bat an eyelid. That’s when you’ll know. Fuck, the day you actually realize that you’ve been doing it, you’ll probably feel bad. But hell, some things are just out of your control. It’s quite clear that people like Greg Venom fit this description. A begger. He’s was on top of the world and he had it in the palm of his hands, only to let it slip.
A burden that weighs on his heavy mind. Lost. He lost it all in the blink of an eye and tumbled back down to the bottom of the ladder. Every week we see him come in and we see him leave, he keeps looking for that next chance. For someone to give him another opportunity, lord and behold, we all feel sorry for the man, similar to how we feel sorry for a begger on a street. So we give him a little bit of help. What does he do? Let me tell you what he does. He fails again, let’s himself down, let’s everyone who has helped him down, let his family down, let us all down. Greg Venom, wakes up in the morning and looks in the mirror as if the word failure is tattooed to his head. Always seeking redemption, always seeking another chance. How many chances can you give to one man, when enough just simply becomes enough. Will you fail once more? Come the End of Worlds will you find your shoulders placed on that mat? Will you feel ashamed once again when you hear a referee count one, two, three?
I challenge you . I challenge you to give me your all. I challenge you to give me your very soul and heart in this match that were going to have on this last pay per view showing for 2013. Come Sunday history will be made as yours truly, 'The Last King' Scott Wilson makes his presence known when he ends the career of Greg Venom, and what could be a better night then this, to end him on what will be a historic event. I’m going to give you my all this Sunday Night, Greg and I challenge you. I CHALLENGE YOU Greg. To give me your all, show me what you got. I don’t want any excuses when I pin your shoulders to that mat. Because when you throw that final punch, that last kick, and you’ve giving me every thing you got, when you see me get back up and stand defiantly in you face, what will you do?
What will do Greg when you hit me with a Venom Splash and I get back up? What will you do when you hit another Venom Splash and I still get back up? What will you do when you find out The Next Strain won’t be enough to hold me down Greg? What will you do when you come at me. with everything you got and you find it’s still not enough to get the job down? What will you do when you lose? Think you can prove me wrong. Then prove me wrong, because I know without any doubt that I can prove to the world that I am the better man. The time will come Greg for you to prove us all wrong, like you said you would do so many times in the past. The time will come for you to prove me wrong. Time is ticking away, it’s dwindling down to the last second for you last chance to really prove yourself to this company.
I know by the time these words reach you, you’ll have your own words to say, your own claims that you’ll lay down. You’ll make promises to the world, that you’ll become victories, you’ll say on how much this victory will mean to you and your family and to your friends and whoever else matters to you. You’ll tell the world that you’ll beat Scott Wilson, but come Sunday we will see whose claim will hold true, whose promise will be left unfulfilled. We will see who will remain, standing tall in the ring with their head held up high in victory. We will see who will leave End of Worlds, A WINNER, and it most certainly is not you Greg. The irony of all this is you can set limits on how far you can go Greg, and the truth is you’ve already gone as far as you’ll ever go in this business. You’ve reached your limits. You had your 5 seconds of fame. Cherish it, because that’s all you’ll ever get. When you come face to face with me in the ring, You’ll see how truly far I will go. I’m here to stay Greg, and I’m ready. Ready to defeat you.
It’s people like me who succeed, that don’t’ take no for an answer. We shrug off pessimism, we choose better friends, and put up boundaries. We treat failure like it’s a key ingredient to succeed. We press on. Then there are those of us that don’t’ achieve success and most likely will quit after so many failures. Quitting, of course, is a choice. A choice you still have the right to exercise is you so wish to do so Greg. So I guess the question is, how hard and for how long are you willing to fight Greg. Do you think you have what it takes to step right over failure and keep walking? Do you think you can be one of those individuals that doesn’t let defeat beat them or will you become one of those people who let’s failure become their end result because they refuse to walk any further. The clock is running Greg and it’s ticking. It’s ticking away and with each passing minute Sunday gets a little bit closer. Defeat is once again beckoning for your name, it’s searching for you again Greg. It’s looking for you. In fact it already has found you and it has your name marked.
Good Luck!
You know Greg, I have been sitting around all week, wondering what to say about our match. I considered bashing you completely and making you look foolish. I could go on and on about wanting to have a fair battle. There were so many options to choose from. But then I realized something; you haven't said anything. Being the veteran in the situation, I figured you would have the mind to address the public first. After all, it would leave me at a disadvantage. I would be forced to answer your points and you would expose me for the fraud that you play me out to be. But why haven't you said anything yet Greg? Why have you been so incognito about our match? Instead of sitting around wondering what to say, I then sat around and wondered why? 'Why' is Greg Venom playing the silent game with the man who has attacked him both physically and verbally? Are you trying to get into my head? What are your motives to your actions? I pondered and pondered and it took me until today to finally come up with a reason. You, Greg Venom, are afraid of me. You are afraid of the talent that I possess and you know that I could embarrass you without even trying to? I asked you on Twitter if you truly felt confident about our match at 'End Of Worlds'. You told me that you were confident. But your actions are suggesting otherwise.
The callousness with which you face your impending judgment is, while at first glance admirable, also cause for concern; given the fate that awaits you at End of Worlds, I would have expected your reaction to carry a bit more weight to them. I have, however, spent a great deal of time pondering your words and actions, and it occurs to me that your ignorance - your arrogance - is to be expected, especially in the face of doom so certain. It is hardly a novel phenomenon. Men such as yourself - the strong of body, stout of heart, weak of mind, and impotent of soul - have laughed in the face of judgment and doom since time immemorial. You mock what cannot be offended and assault what cannot be broken; you discount the harbingers of your own inevitable downfall and minimize that which threatens your perceived dominance, supposed authority, even your very existence. Such is the way of mankind; such WILL be the way of mankind, until mankind is no more. But still you laugh... and why? It is because your perceptions, your views of the world and how it works, are skewed. You see things not as they are, but as you would like them to be. However, you must not fret; this, too, is a common symptom of the human condition. In many fields of science, it is referred to as either confirmation bias or negativity bias - people only see what they want to see, while remaining blind to what they believe is not there.
Hiding in the shadows like a coward, it will only tarnish your reputation. And that is the one thing that you pride. You have been wrestling since before I even thought of the sport in a serious way. You built a reputation over the years. You care very much so about your reputation and if someone, or something, posed as a threat to your reputation; you either go into hiding to wait it out or you fight with everything you have. And over the past few weeks, everyone at home has seen firsthand what I could potentially do to you. You can proclaim that I am a coward who needs others to fight my battles with me. You can call me a snake, what with the way I slither out of trouble. But any way you try to rationalize it, I have bested you on every level. I know that right now, you are thinking about End of Worlds and how you hope I have mercy on you. These past few weeks were a test for you to see if you could face the adversities that I threw at you. And I am glad to say that you failed. You allowed me to enter your head with ease and plant the bug that you just didn't have what it took to compete with me. You were vulnerable and you wouldn't admit it. So you tried to put on this charade that played you off as calm and collective. You wanted everyone to believe that I wasn't in your head. But you did a bad job, and now you will suffer dearly.
Greg Venom. The warped perceptions you carry about yourself extend further than you might initially think... they also affect the way you see others. They affect the way you see ME. Greg Venom, you see yourself as the timeless veteran whose reign will never die; and thus, as your opponent, you have cast me as the up-and-coming rookie, the newcomer struggling to make a name for himself. Such assumptions are dangerous to make, for I am no rookie. I am no newcomer. I represent a thought, an idea, that has existed for longer than even your earliest ancestors. My goals are nothing so trivial as to "make an impact", or to "get myself noticed". Truth be told, I am above such things. In a similar vein, I have no one target. This, Greg Venom, is yet another indication of your state of hopeless delusion. You believe that I am after you, or your legacy? An amusing notion, to say the least. Rest assured, there is a method to my madness. I do have a goal in mind; however, Greg Venom, it is not you, nor is it your reputation to which you so desperately cling. It is a bit... a bit higher on the mountain than where you currently stand. You... Greg Venom... you are merely an obstacle, a roadblock that must and will be overcome. In that regard, neither of you are any different from Leviticus, or Eric Paisano, or Glory Braddock. And this Sunday at End of Worlds, just as those three were removed, so shall the pair of you be removed from my path. Pinfalls, submissions, countouts, disqualifications... these things do not matter. They are of a currency that I do not recognize as valid. If you must have victory in the ring to enforce your delusions of power, grandeur, authority, and significance, so be it. But rest assured; with or without a partner, in victory or defeat, artificial though both outcomes are, I will come closer to achieving my ultimate end.
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Wednesday 18th 2013
Greg Venom. When you look at me, what do you see? Do you see me for what I am? Do you see the face I have elected to show you, the visage that I have elected to show to all in the Future Wrestling Alliance? Or do you see the face of an unworthy opponent who needs not be in the same arena as yourself? Greg Venom, you see yourself as superior in a business where one can no longer exist as such. When you look in the mirror, when you look upon your own self, you see someone who has greater knowledge than those around him, a higher moral standard than those around him, and greater personal integrity than those around him. Along similar lines, you see me - as you see each and every one of your opponents - as little more than fodder for your personal life's story. We are of no great significance to the tale you wish to tell... the tale you believe must be told. And as such, you are of the conviction that we must all be swept aside, without consideration or second thought. But such...
Such is not the case. You are not destined for greatness, Greg Venom- in this arena, in this sport, in this... this industry, as some call it... no one is destined for greatness of any kind. What you do, the craft in which you have chosen to partake... there is no greatness to be found in it. There is only greed, and hunger, and lust, and fury, and pain, and suffering, and sorrow... and ultimately, at the end of all things this business has to offer, there lies naught but self-destruction. You have yet to see this, Greg Venom, and in light of that fact the Last King has found you wanting. At End of Worlds your judgment will be swift and most harsh, until at last, hopefully, you see that there is no honor or nobility in what you do. There is no honor or nobility in what you are.
Greg Venom. When you look at me, you see little more than a monster that needs slaying; a giant that needs toppling, and opponent that needs only be swept aside before moving on. Conversely, you see yourself as being well-suited to such a task; you entertain little visible doubt in your ability to topple me, to bring about my end, to put a stop to my crusade before it ever truly begins... and yet, your confidence is based on so little. Greg, you do everything within your power to maintain an exterior of calm, of cool, and of collection. You enjoy pretending that you are always in control, and that no matter the situation with which you are faced, you have matters well in-hand. But this is not the case; your calm exterior is easily shattered, your outer shell easily broken. I have seen it, as have others in the Future Wrestling Alliance. Your nonchalant, unwavering confidence in yourself is a facade, and a flimsy one at that; its foundation is a lack of knowledge, supported and held together by a refusal to accept or rectify such an absence.
You dismiss our encounter because you toppled a man of greater physical imposition than I... a foolish decision. It is not my physical size you need to concern yourself with, young one. It is, rather, the size of my presence; the size of my purpose; the size of my crusade, and the implications it has for the Future Wrestling Alliance and everyone within it. At End of Worlds you will find yourself seated by the cosmic judge's podium of the Last King... and Greg, my darling, it is my distinct pleasure to inform you that in the eyes of Scott Wilson, you have been found wanting.
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Friday 20th 2013
Have you seen the begger outside your hotel? Sure you have. He’s the guy that keeps begging for more and more. Everyday you pass him you give him money everyday, but still you continue to see him in the same spot again and again as if none of his contributions have changed his predicament. Eventually you’ll just get tired of giving him money, you’ll come to that realization on no matter how much you try to help them he’ll still just be in the same position. So the day will come when you just step over him. Right over him as if he’s nothing but a muddy puddle that will ruin your shoes if you step in it. He’ll be dragging himself along, pushing that donation cup of his with his nose and you won’t even bat an eyelid. That’s when you’ll know. Fuck, the day you actually realize that you’ve been doing it, you’ll probably feel bad. But hell, some things are just out of your control. It’s quite clear that people like Greg Venom fit this description. A begger. He’s was on top of the world and he had it in the palm of his hands, only to let it slip.
A burden that weighs on his heavy mind. Lost. He lost it all in the blink of an eye and tumbled back down to the bottom of the ladder. Every week we see him come in and we see him leave, he keeps looking for that next chance. For someone to give him another opportunity, lord and behold, we all feel sorry for the man, similar to how we feel sorry for a begger on a street. So we give him a little bit of help. What does he do? Let me tell you what he does. He fails again, let’s himself down, let’s everyone who has helped him down, let his family down, let us all down. Greg Venom, wakes up in the morning and looks in the mirror as if the word failure is tattooed to his head. Always seeking redemption, always seeking another chance. How many chances can you give to one man, when enough just simply becomes enough. Will you fail once more? Come the End of Worlds will you find your shoulders placed on that mat? Will you feel ashamed once again when you hear a referee count one, two, three?
I challenge you . I challenge you to give me your all. I challenge you to give me your very soul and heart in this match that were going to have on this last pay per view showing for 2013. Come Sunday history will be made as yours truly, 'The Last King' Scott Wilson makes his presence known when he ends the career of Greg Venom, and what could be a better night then this, to end him on what will be a historic event. I’m going to give you my all this Sunday Night, Greg and I challenge you. I CHALLENGE YOU Greg. To give me your all, show me what you got. I don’t want any excuses when I pin your shoulders to that mat. Because when you throw that final punch, that last kick, and you’ve giving me every thing you got, when you see me get back up and stand defiantly in you face, what will you do?
What will do Greg when you hit me with a Venom Splash and I get back up? What will you do when you hit another Venom Splash and I still get back up? What will you do when you find out The Next Strain won’t be enough to hold me down Greg? What will you do when you come at me. with everything you got and you find it’s still not enough to get the job down? What will you do when you lose? Think you can prove me wrong. Then prove me wrong, because I know without any doubt that I can prove to the world that I am the better man. The time will come Greg for you to prove us all wrong, like you said you would do so many times in the past. The time will come for you to prove me wrong. Time is ticking away, it’s dwindling down to the last second for you last chance to really prove yourself to this company.
I know by the time these words reach you, you’ll have your own words to say, your own claims that you’ll lay down. You’ll make promises to the world, that you’ll become victories, you’ll say on how much this victory will mean to you and your family and to your friends and whoever else matters to you. You’ll tell the world that you’ll beat Scott Wilson, but come Sunday we will see whose claim will hold true, whose promise will be left unfulfilled. We will see who will remain, standing tall in the ring with their head held up high in victory. We will see who will leave End of Worlds, A WINNER, and it most certainly is not you Greg. The irony of all this is you can set limits on how far you can go Greg, and the truth is you’ve already gone as far as you’ll ever go in this business. You’ve reached your limits. You had your 5 seconds of fame. Cherish it, because that’s all you’ll ever get. When you come face to face with me in the ring, You’ll see how truly far I will go. I’m here to stay Greg, and I’m ready. Ready to defeat you.
It’s people like me who succeed, that don’t’ take no for an answer. We shrug off pessimism, we choose better friends, and put up boundaries. We treat failure like it’s a key ingredient to succeed. We press on. Then there are those of us that don’t’ achieve success and most likely will quit after so many failures. Quitting, of course, is a choice. A choice you still have the right to exercise is you so wish to do so Greg. So I guess the question is, how hard and for how long are you willing to fight Greg. Do you think you have what it takes to step right over failure and keep walking? Do you think you can be one of those individuals that doesn’t let defeat beat them or will you become one of those people who let’s failure become their end result because they refuse to walk any further. The clock is running Greg and it’s ticking. It’s ticking away and with each passing minute Sunday gets a little bit closer. Defeat is once again beckoning for your name, it’s searching for you again Greg. It’s looking for you. In fact it already has found you and it has your name marked.
Good Luck!