Bleed Them; GOH. GOH. GOH. GOH.

 

Firstly, I AM the Guest of Honor. And what that means for you, Ultra Combat Sports, is that now, you officially have a realistic problem on your hands. I've competed all over the world in a higher fashion than half the bums you've run into during your pastimes here in the world of wrestling, combat and sports. The origins of my generation may be tailing off and holding on to dear life as we speak, but SAITO GOH will never miss time the track blocks in this sprint that will be come of UCS. 

Let's get this moving in a proper selection, shall we? I'll begin and try to fix the laser point nonsense that I've seen thus far this evening. The drive is proficient, the audacity of you and your peers acting as if my very existence here in this vacuum isn't something to marvel at. After all of these years, you would hope to be where I am when the days slow down and age checks in like an employee with his manager after clocking in fifteen minutes late for his shift.

I repeat; I am the Guest of Honor. I don't focus on what you would deem formidable, what you would feel is impressive or makes the cup run over. That's not  who I am, nor will it ever be close to being true. Imagine me unapologetically caring about what any of you have to say? I was holding belts when the majority of you were still getting lunch money from your parents before sprinting out the door to catch the school bus. I've devoured what were defined as impenetrable egos no matter the place of business, no matter who was unexpectedly involved and housed the mundane and rather annoying politics effortlessly every step of the way.

Maybe saying it again will get you to draw the obvious conclusion that I'm just a better version of me and better, damn sure more important than you have ever been to this business. I've taken my lumps, fell short on numerous opportunities, but have kept my chin up during all the planned fuckery and presumed character statuses while not batting an eye at WHO or WHAT you think delivers the stronger eulogy. 

I've studied the greats and implemented their impactful and noteworthy strategies to my game in and outside of the ring. The rules are no longer reversed. The view has made itself clearer than your urine when you've properly hydrated drinking water. I AM SAITO GOH and today isn't the day for your praise. Today is the day you recognize that the perilous journey in front of you will be infinitely more treacherous and I will do ALL OF THIS with a smile on my face, grit in my approach and a method to the madness you 've yet to witness in 2024 and/or prior. 

I don't speak to just speak. I don't "run my mouth" aiming to become viral. I give you the truth as quickly and concise as I can. What you do with that information is up to you. What you see as remarkable or memorizing is up to you, but please understand that if taken lightly will be to your detriment. I am newsworthy and again, the ONLY Guest of Honor. 

I've relentlessly tap danced with lions and inquietly swam with the heart and lore of  Poseidon. I was the one behind Metroid/Samus actually understanding what gunplay and combat scenarios are actually about, so please do us all a favor and stop with the idiosyncrasies that hold less weight than that of a dryer sheet. Maybe that's reaching, but preaching diatribes for the blind to hear is all I live for. 

THIS is NOT my first rodeo and I understand fully that this isn't going to be my last. My pretentious aims are to selfishly dominate every thing and every body put in front of me. I've been asked to go on this adventure one more time for years, but the beers and my personal life didn't allow me to pursue what I ultimately wanted to do to begin with. Think fast, faster than you used to because .. I won't even say it again right now, but just know, I am coming for all your necks like the protagonists in Attack on Titan.

Hate me for it and lets place a bet on where you end up in comparison to me. I've always held the javelin. I've always made people uncomfortable. I've always had the the citable remarks and promotional ventures that people lean, rock and you know WHY?

Because I'm the fucking GUEST OF HONOR. And I'll ask you this. Do I look nervous you? Do I sound as if I'm trembling about the reconstruction of my contract in this sport. No, I don't. And everybody that does think this as such is on bath salts. I am the gargantuan phoenix perched on the hill that is Ultra Combat Sports. I dare you to move. I dare you to look wrong or think you're in control. I will make a meal out of you ALL because that's all that I actually know. I was trained and guided by friends and foes that taught me things they maybe didn't want to opposingly relinquish.

I'll just say this - I was listening like a customer getting their order repeated back to them when at the 2nd window at a drive-thru. The cues are all detailed like art from Banksy. And you don't have to like any of this as long as you respect the penmanship of the DREAMCATCHER himself. Don't release your guard. You might end up apart of a losing hemisphere where your career is no longer considered. And at that point, you're kitty litter just waiting to be defecated on. AND guess what, I actually need to use the bathroom.

The inevitable interlude listening to blues with the charisma of Ravishing Rick Rude. Dude, please tell me you didn't just articulate for the masses to understand. Demand perfection. Hurt whoever that resembles competition. Third and long, yes sir, we are blitzing. It's no longer been about the skills for years, its the unvenerable vision. Thought out decisions that turn known decorated wizards into dummy missions.

I'm completely sickened, but understand, I am STILL the GUEST OF HONOR. The clinical overthought of what should equal a vixen. It's my responsibility, so I choose not to listen. The prediction has a blizzard on its way, no Starcraft or Overwatch for that matter. I'm baffled by what you assume to be described as in tune. You don't have a enough regard to blend with dude. 

This is indefinitely front page news, so smile when you see me. Do you have low self esteem, Ultra Combat Sports, or are you hoping someone fails in order for you to strive? I was the first one that signed to make sure I get the humiliate every single one of you. You, specifically, but your significant other can catch strays too. I am the ghost that never hosts. I am the capillaries that don't see blood every day. I am the soreness in our beautiful existence. Try me please. I'll make mince meat out of you and your whole banner. This isn't Johnathan Taylor Tomas asking you these things or trying to prove something to you that you should already know.

This is the SHOGUN. The ONE, no Jet Li. This is when cursive meets the road, floating any time you choose to. I'm not a big talker, I just want you to understand my story and that's why I'm here; to be feared. To be talked about when yesteryear knocks on our door with less credentials that I even tried to begin with. 

I love you least. Why? Because I'm the GUEST OF HONOR.

They didn't go out of their way to find you. They didn't change their plans to make sure you're okay with the deal. My weapons are sharpened and crisp like the edges on your toast if you've done it correctly. Deep down, I want all of you to win, but I internalize it knowing that can't be a reality we face in this life or the next. I flex, overwhelm the text and join the subjective banter as if I've dealt my whole life with neglect. 

You people are NOT my friends. I don't even trust the person in charge for the most part because our history has caltrops dropped around the whole vision. I try to listen, but I'm not the only one with ears. Ears that are open or years where I let others guide me on a trip I thought I was in control of and was taught differently. I never feel less than. Never have. Never will, but still I have to see mirrors ever day I wake up. Please see me for what I bring to the table and understand its never just chairs. Or a dish. Or a wish that wouldn't come to fruition no matter what the crayon box has applicable. 

l AM the GUEST OF HONOR.

I'll leave him alone. None of you are my friends and likely tried to do the same thing I already witnessed or experienced in my time on this Earth. Since birth I've been an adaptable and versatile wizard with all the important credentials. Check my resume like you work for Indeed. Feed the needy because I will crush all of you like frozen Gushers. 

 *** wink ***

The color wave is no longer the defining imprint on the newspaper everyone sees with glasses and/or contacts. I am the vitriol that makes you vomit when things look like you don't have an avenged advantage. LOVE ME OR HATE ME because I am still much better than anything you can bring to the table. Juices, silverware, other colleagues. I am Dennis the Menace and still just so you know.... the GUEST OF HONOR.

Smile sometimes. Let me eat the segment like a cheeseburger from Five Guys or a two dollar taco from Jack in the Box. I'm cooler than you and have the stamina to be everything you wished you were. Lets go then. I promise you in the end I will eclipse ALL OF YOU. Always have been. Always will be. I will always see and have a piercing strategy that you could never undermine. I will always be fine. I will always REIGN. I will always come across unexpectedly like blame when dealing with an insignificant other... before the Undertaker tried to take his career. No fear. Always around without beer. Check me out. 

I don't make moves for CLOUT. 

I am Gunther. Never would I wish to be GUNTHER.  

Fine. Lets take an oppressively look at what has happened to us. Lets take a deep breath and read in between the lines for a indisposed time. Lets smile and look to the sky because you know a WHOLE lie when you hear one. Did you hear it or are you making some nonsense up in your head to make you feel like your initial thought was viable? Eat it.

Just got off the phone with my wife that isn't a wife because she doesn't under stand the strife that comes with being with me. I rip you fools in half, no math, just cash on the table because I thought you were worth a tip. Drip on Bejing, please believe the things that you didn't learn from before and ignore the party favors I have in store. I implore for you to smell the situation before acting like the world doesn't operate on inflation.

I am still the Guest of Honor.

Believe in what, please believe in me and understand that I will oversee whatever you think you can come to believe. You are not any thing I've not seen before. You're a bore that snores when the whole house is trying to go to sleep. Nothing you create can fade me or even erase me. You're in the way always. Jaded. NOT YET.

Ricochet. Mad at nothing because I know you're bluffing. You're the process that I wait until the last moment to address because deep down you know better. I am clever and in no way will you ever trump me or my decisions, wants and direction. In the end, you will feel me like sprained ankle trying to overexert yourself.

Cluster you know what, but WHOS BETTER THAN the Guest of Honor? You smile like old diatremes trying to be brand new. I'm older than a couple of you combined, but in time you will have your dreams caught, matched and I only operate on defining facts. When do you want me to NOT be who I am? You're a scam and I'm the right man for the job. That's why you chose me. That's why they chose me. That's why they understood upon signing me that I was the right voice to be the multiplied enigma that always puts his career first when it comes to doing his job. One day, some day, it will all work out. It will all work out. I don't pout or make or paint the pictures with colors that blame mothers and smothers everyone around me. I am ELITE. 

GEEZ.

Pick a road and let my whispers trigger you. Spirals bring marvels to DC Comics. Literally, I'm really, the person you need to think about. I don't pout or make it something else other than the WHOLE truth and NOTHING but the truth. I'm Babe Ruth to you amateur's weakening bravados. I grew up on Westerns, not the hotels that had me looking crazy when the veil was purposely removed. 

VIOLA! Now the magic trick has made you think that it wasn't meant to create what it did. Do you hear me yet? Do you see the sets I created from the beginning off of the blinding serve. Swerve Strickland, please bring me something to be proud of. Above is where I float. On the ground is where I build. Build. Build. Build. For real. I AM THE GUEST OF HONOR. Treat me likewise. I despise the conversations you try to make relevant. Ugly people blink twice. I've been nicer than Viola Davis in The Help. 

They underrated me? Never again. Put your charger back on the phone and re-read what I put into your ingredients before tasting your pho again. I am a dangerous human being but don't like to inflict any sort of violence on anybody, but at the same time, just understand, I will move your facial features into next week like a job interview. You are NOT in control. And you never have been honest with me when you actually think about it.

Smile.

Smile some, at least al little bit. Please? I've come to far not to take advantage of what I know will happen in the next few months. Blunts? Over it. Booze? Over it. Sobriety? Catch me outside. I don't lie anymore and I would feel indifferent if I were to ever try to hustle you into my situation, but that's exactly what I plan and will do. Nobody here is on an even scale. It's completely lop-sided, fam. Is that my fault or should I be proud of the vault I'm about to make in the world of wrestling?

AGAIN. AND AGAIN. AGAIN.

I do not really want to call out names, but they know. Me motivated is lightning in a glass, a BBL on an ass and at the same time, I'd never end up anything close to last. Ain't no way. Line them up, and I'll put them in there place like a March Madness bracket. I've never been a shell of myself, I've just developed the monster that is....

You already know it if you know it. I AM THE GUEST OF HONOR.

I am completely a blessing in disguise. And you don't recognize it like the second salesman when you walk in a store based on retail. Fail, never. Clever, always. Important, all days, now tell me what I need you for? I don't. I was asked and carefully swindled into being prominent. I look forward when anybody gives me the name that I can claim and put his or her head on a spike, drop them in a pool of snakes like they did Ragnar Lothbrook. Such a shame.

HISSSS.

I liked Floki and definitely Rollo way better by the way. All of you create battles while I create practical sieges that conveniently reposition your entire element faster than Usain Bolt's chest hits the finish line. Walk with me people. 

Scream until your lungs fold. Please let them know what you're worth. A crab is a crab and nobody needs to finish that statement with anything whatsoever. I am the catcher of dreams, so whatever you think is going to happen doesn't exist without my approval. And I will lose in good fashion, win in all of the praise and magnificence that my internal demands.

Seven days a week I make inexorable forces seem fleek. Show me your best.. and let me see what we can create out of it. I will not promise that it will be in your favor. I'm not a forgetful traitor or a great debater minus Denzel Washington and the younger actors and actresses gave us the flavor.

I AM THE GUEST OF HONOR.

Remember this always like a fallen book from the challenges that made you dig for more disciplinaries pieces. My thesis are always closer to the truth. Use me so I can use you. My mind is Pandora, but that's besides the point. I'm sober these days, so I'll anoint myself as the raging bull of Ultra Combat Sports.

And even BLIND, I'm not hard to find.

See above. That's where I hang my hat at. 

Ultra.