Lawd Have Mercy, Monroe.

 

And so, my immediate campaign begins.

Now where everyone stands becomes crystal clear. Now where everyone ranks begins to enter into the conversation that is the one, the only Ultimate Combat Sports. I suspiciously gander over the tournament bracket that was presented and try my best not to undervalue the participating competitors. My eyes selfishly squint as I try best to wrap my head around what's actually being presented to the Guest of Honor.

Hmmmpf. I guess we will see how it goes, won't we? I'm in no position to overstep or remove the truth about this situation. They say time heals all wounds, so naturally, the healing process may elude you in the coming weeks. You know exactly who you are and will predictably judge what's in front of you like a hiring manager during an interview they never believed in to begin with. The full circle is smaller than you think if I'm being honest with you. The needed abilities in order aren't something I can't bring back to life, carefully restructure and make you debate with a  casual overdosing. Because deep down, that's what you are. A casual. 

I've been almost everywhere that's consisting of any talent across the vast globe. we have to entertain in this life. I put my name and reputation on the line every  single time I send an application in and the last thing I'm going to do is come up short to a individual that would rather participate in watching the craft than actively studying it. I've done the work of stated kings, inspirational saints and dug myself out of holes that are longer than your less than mentionable career. But yes, I don't know you, so I will give you the benefit of the doubt.

For now.

This won't be anything more than me showing up to fulfill my own passions. I want to see if I can do the very same things I've done before. Dominate, gather intrigue and line dance with the powers that are deemed formidable in this new age within the wrestling world. All I see is a lot of complaining and an entitlement that I still cant figure out how it's warranted by anyone in existence, especially, an competitor in the wide world of sports.

Like, lets be candid with one another. What exactly do you expect to accomplish now that you've been directed to entertain a DREAMCATCHER? Th odds are far from in your favor and my soliloquies will echo proudly for weeks, possibly years to come when it's all said and done. I am the durable train that will derail you by any means necessary and you won't have any say within those predictions. I am vicious, no Cowboy Bebop, and your tower has always been destined to fall like the story of friendly events when involving Jenga. 

Please brace yourself to fall flat on your face like Asians when being physically described. Did I go too far? I don't think so just yet. We've never met or wanted to mutually create this dance together, so again, just know that I will make you famous in a mind-space that you never knew existed. I make the money move like Venmo, hun. What you showcase won't be relatable at the end of the evening. Crazily, I do know that you will at least try, but that's what sets me apart from you as a whole. I don't try. I dictate. I monopolize. I strive to  put more people in seats than premiere's from Star Wars. 

Change if you can, but this carpenter of words and jargon will be officially your demise when all of the things arrive in Ultimate Combat Sports. Save your best work for the future you specifically want to have. It will NOT start with me. And I don't apologize for things I'm not actually apologetic for. I collected VHS tapes. You collected Blu Rays like you were born in Tampa. 

Respect the architect peer down on your demise. I am the artisan you wish you were. The hot knife through butter minus the clutter of ordering surf and turf on impulse. My hair is long and my dreams are longer. I've skipped rungs climbing this ladder before and just know that the joke will be on you "Kick Me" signs on in between your shoulder blades during grade school. 

The narrative is me. My imperfection makes all of this possible at the same time. We will share the ring like logos of the Olympics, but please be aware that a legitimate loss is efficiently headed your way. I know what I'm saying to you is likely making you more uncomfortable than switching to a new gynecologist. I'm not any where close to sorry, not sorry. I mean, why would I be to be frank? 

We don't owe each other anything at all. 

Not even a sliver of anything paramount. And in the end, I'm still the GUEST OF HONOR, right? Take a deep breath and watch me put you on a pedestal you've never even witnessed before. You don't even deserve me across the ring from you. I don't understand why they would even promote or use these privileges on  someone like you. Maybe it's the order of which we joined said promotion, or maybe, just maybe, they want you out of here faster than they are cancelling Diddy. Th blame game is definitely controversial, but the reality of it all is what actually matters. 

I'm better than you could ever appeal to be. In a vacuum, I win over the madness you hope to create and blindly account for. You're out of stock and I'm the best thing walking right now. Let's go viral. Girls just want to have fun though, right? Excuse me, but I'd rather count a bag of rice than chase a woman. Especially, one trying to exist in a stratosphere that doesn't operate the way she wants it to. 

My greatest victories slam doors in the face of newcomers, but that's not to say I'm gatekeeping. I'm just keeping the gate latched until I understand that there is someone deserving of the helm. I will plead to you endlessly in realizing that one spoke of isn't you.

Here's the deal. I'll just get straight to it at this point. You're ripe. Hella ripe. You're Chinese food that that was left in the refrigerator for too long. You stink of a child born insecurity that you've not dealt with yet. And deep down, the man that is ... let me stop, I just don't care in any facet whatsoever. So wear your mood rings and try to make an impact. When we really think about it, you're just an appetizer before the main dish. I have Crocs with more personality than you. 

It's not personal, but I do have a fucking job.

After this inaugural presentation, just understand I'll be on your nerves like a toddler kicking and screaming a couple rows behind during a flight over three hours. Lets make it six. You are docile and unknowingly present a level of weakness that doesn't sit well with THE GUEST OF HONOR.

At what point am I supposed to rearrange the thesis? You will never be my friend. I will never trust you. You're one of the numerous people that introduce yourself as a job opportunity. And unfortunately for you, I have to bury you to exist. Resist all you'd like to, but the rubber hits the road when you see me in person. Fuck your gimmick. Fuck your following. Fuck you and your personality that screams for attention. I'm steady when I choose to be. You're a one hit wonder at best and we aren't in the market of discovery at the moment. Comets and comments have more shelf value at this point.

I should know you and I don't unless I'm under a credible bridge and being trolled. Don't play with me, sweetheart. I'll cut you like a kitten's toenails. My heart is cold and older than your mother. I've been cut from a long list of veterans with no benefits. You won't win, but if you do, I'll ask for a rematch in a month or so just to be sure our accountants are on the same page.

Blame gets thrown around a lot out here.

I don't even want to do this anymore. Where are my headphones? I was you at one time, one point in my life. I really was, but now? NOW? You can't touch me like the thermostat with a controlling significant other. 

You want me to keep going? I actually want to stop, but fine.

Flames for days. I know Jesses (Full House) and jawns (Philly) that give me opportunities to create waves. Deep down, I don't like any of this. Deep down, I just want all you, not them, to fall apart like my favorite song from Post Malone. I am the definition of a rogue. Selfish as hell and critical. My habits climb mountains and the organization, just wait. And that goes for you too, Mercy.

I represent what turns water to wine. The blind see me. My Chapstick asks how I'm  feeling.  And when this run is over, I'll be sure my jersey is in the rafters. I should've always been. My ORIGIN is SIN, but my itinerary had more layovers than I thought about or expected. Annoying, right?

The Diamond Cutter is much more RESPECTED than the RKO.

Hate me for the stance. I'm a student of the game. Say what you want to. I'll turn on the the Weeknd with ANIME in the background and skull fuck anyone you thought had their moment in their grasp. 

I AM THE GUEST OF HONOR.

Fight or flight. We run this show. I want a cigarette right now and cannot find a lighter. You're in the way. You're not my friend. You're not who I would call on to get me ANYTHING. You're an internet personality that thought a new place would span your REMASTER. We don't do video games over here. If you deserve it, good job, but if you don't... don't try to sell me that shit. 

You want me to start over?

Please believe that you're not in my league. Please understand that all of you were ever built on is under siege. This is just the origin story to be spoke of years from now when I've plagued the entire situation with my joyous demeaner, clever monologue and effortlessly gifted delivery. 

The word mercy doesn't exist in the act of GOD you're aiming to survive, Mercy. So naturally, YOU WON'T. The circumstances are out of your control.

I graciously thank you all here in New York, New York. 

Ultra.