Hurt People Hurt People

"Kings never bow, but they unapologetically show you how to do so."

Stabitha, Stabitha, Stabitha. Hmpf. Didn't I tell you I was going to make you famous? Didn't I tell you I was going to do whatever needed to put you in the dirt like earthworms? Didn't I try my best to explain to you that in any habitat, I AM THE MINISTER OF MASTERPIECES, the alwasy welcome GUEST OF HONOR, THE DREAMCATCHER himself? I don't just say things to say things, nor do I politic with unbearable misfits to project my image into the gossip in the world of wrestling. I wrestle. I compete. I control, alt, delete whatever feats you deem as something I should be impressed by. You're unquestionably marketable, but you're not top tier when it comes to this. You may not want to admit these things to yourself, but if you need mediation, trust me, I'd gladly put you where you need to be. The whole smorgasbord of what you try to present to the onlooking crowdbase is viciously flawed. You need a tune up, sis, some board wax, especially after I outsmarted you at your own game only to watch you kiddishly pout, shamefully weep and begin the extensive narrative that you were going to have to fall back on immediately after you were outdone. It is and will always be what it is afterall.

Stabitha. Invader's never prosper in a game they know nothing about. Mental jousting is one of my many specialties in the world of profession wrestling. I knew you would try to physically intimidate and just you know, your overused gimmick failed you completely. You lost because of YOU and a mixture of me not giving a fuck what you had to say. Your retorts were juvenile and your aimless approach was bronze at best. You were not the formidable test I thought you were going to be, Stabitha. It was quite disappointing to say the least. You're WHOLE shit is just a reach. The sales clerk let you know to keep the receipts. I know I did.

And now it's your turn, Mr. Jason Christopher. You've really stepped in it at this point. I look forward to sharing the illustious picture we will paint together when the time comes. I fiendishly look forward to putting everything on the line to become the first Ultra Combat Sports champion. But, I won't get sidetracked too much right now. The match has already been booked to happen. THE DREAMCATCHER versus you, the simp of an adversary that willing let Japan and it's culture give you a boner with a bromance that not ONE HINT of the population we all cater to respects. Or holds of high value. Or sits back and feels uncontralably intrigue by what they are witnessing. 

I am of the essential fabric of professional wrestling and I've never felt stronger. Like I've said before, I fully understand that this experience is plenty different than the edges I've boogieboarded, infamously grinded on  before when it comes to this sport. It's a big game over here and you will defiintely find out shortly. It's all respect. It's all in the gargantuan recipe the both of you have decided to aim for, but I'll be honest one more time - you're cleverly basic and your introspective and out right bland ideolgoies will come up short when push comes to shove. I'm not Invader or whoever the person was you bested before to get here. IM THE GUEST OF HONOR. 

I slay dragons with the tip of my hat. I'm a whole lot more than what I actually give off. Ask Stabitha. I don't hesistate and that's what makes me lightyears better than you and whoever else. You may have the back story, but my store implores you to contemplate the reality in front of you, not assume you cant do anything special unless you have a support system. It's nice. I get it, but at the same time that's where our differences lie. 

Lord, God, don't I like an exceptional voiceover. 

Christopher. Who has two first names and assume that's the trend, the wave, the unstoppable force that is social media? Who does this? You could've chosen anything you wanted to and decided to have two first names. To me, that's like nameing a pet Kevin. Drew. Curtis. Open your closemindedness, my friend, and then you'll begin to see the fallacies in the caricatures we line dance with in order the find wins like humans lusting for flying kites. I love the sky, Christopher. Do you know why? Because they operate on a different plateu than we do no matter how much we would like to be included. Everyday you see them.. they are different and they move in a way that is somewhat charasmatic. They move to the beat of their own drum. The smile down on us when seen and have every ability to take care of themsevles by themselves if that's what needs to be done if asked. 

Are you a cloud or an opponent looking up to them? Please tell me. Let me know. I need to know. Everything I've said is an obvious fact. Play with everyone else because I will never have the time. I am the battlefield. Emotions are small over here. Garden gnomes. Empty swings. My power style and influence it self will live on for centuries. I am not like you at all. When I go, I go, and everyone involved loves me for it. I've been doing this for a long time, my friend, but please try not to act like SAITO with a microphone doesn't or hasn't manifested the demise of a full platoon. I build wars with my words and scoff at the victims when it's ran its course. Go play disc golf, don't play with me, bro.

Be as cold as fire and as hot as ice.

I've been looking for you. I have the elagance of elephants and have been looking for you to put me out of my misery, but I know what will transipre already. The steady aim that is SAITO will commandeer your defense while you attempt to find some form of sophistication in the next few weeks. I am the DREAMCATCHER and stature doesn't matter to me. Fleas have more intentions than I have come across thus far. I am the starchield that traveled for miles to defile the context of those that just want to flex. Cue alternative rock music.

Smell the flowers for once, Christopher. Open your ears and close your mouth babbling about whatever you think is suposed to grant you sympathy on the grand stage. We are here now. We were destined to be here from the very, very beginning. You could beat me but I doubt it. You had the easiest road to be here and that's why the rankings from the origin were in your favor. I think Invader could've and maybe should've beaten you. I do my job and make sure whenever something is in question they get mopped up. Did you seem me? Have you seen my shit before? Have you talked to yourself before leaving out of the house the boost whatever confidence you've had to deal with before. You're not cool. Understand that.

You're a lamp fixture when it comes to the sun when it pertains to me. And I've let everyone I've come into content know that like job responsibilties on a work lead. PLEASE DON'T BE STABITHA. It doesn't matter though becuase when my hand is raised at the next event, it'll be more your comformity that lets the masses know that I'm a step ahead and always have been. This is my time and I don't know what you will be able to create to change the outcome. I'm better. I'm fresher. I bless her every time I walk into the room. Ultimate Combat Sports is mine and while you collect money for your cigarettes in a wishing well, just know I wish you well.

You've failed. 

There are bandades all through my shit, but how else do you expect to heal the wounds. You're desparate and desparation is the courage for cowards. Explotions are of the ilk of nobodies trying to proove to themselves and the community that they matter. Eye matter. Come get this crucifixion. It will always look poetically heroic in the end, but you cannot fuck with me. I'm on my period, period. Red head with the bob and the highlights. Mixed match socks on because I know it's never mattered. I'm flattered to be opposed to you. Hearing what I have to say will give you the flu. Take that medicine. Tackle that disease, but the problem has only been the most humble and honest version of me.

You'll see.

There's nothing that surprises me anymore. Come get touched like an iPAD before the game of your choice is on. And you know you need Chromecast. I'm a blast in a glass and yes, people have told me this before from various demographics and origins. And when I beat you like i've said before I want all the credits like you just finished a blockbuster movie. All the casuals getting up immediately to make their commute shorter. Oh Lord have mercy on Christoper's soul. I'm bold, but I'm about that life. My confidence is higher than rent these days and I catch all strays with my teeth. You're a hockey puck that is going to get passed around at this point and I'm the choreographer that made all of the world of wrestling belive. I've achieved more than I actually want to explain to you. I hate you like anime intro songs. 

The vape she bought me allows me to escape the trenches you want me to suffocate myself in. I don't lose my breath, I wake up and find moods to crush all of you in ways you didn't know would concur. I am the blur. I am the slur. I am the MINISTER OF MASTERPEICES staring at your flaws on the coffee table with a monocle on to make sure I didn't miss a single detail. Flail all you want but don't ever think that this spot, this fed, this community wasn't meant for me, the DREAMCATCHER.

Whoops. Go for it. And now you're in my back pocket like a wallet before I leave the house. I'll show you when the establishment's ask me to. Think of the risks you're going  to have to take to beat me in this game of Jenga. Think of the nonsense that makes sense when I do you just like I did Stabitha. Old and broken and everything in between.  It's in your dreams but as you know, I'm the DREAMCATCHER. Do I honestly need to remind you once more?

I AM THE MINISTER OF MASTERPIECES. Keep peeking through the window and get ran over like speed bumps. You will slow down like driving through a elementary school zone when it comes to me. I'm not the roundabout or anything you've went head to head up with before. I am the score. And right now nobody matters. I am the REAPER.. THE KEEPER OF LIES and you're lying to yourself right now. You're trying to come across as if you don't know the outcome because you decided to end up in Japan. 

This is my judging face.

The energy bill is due on Monday, but I'm goint to have a fun day. One day. Close your mouth and your ears and take all of the advice from your peers. The jeers will anihilate you. You're not built for this stage. Take a page out of Sabitha's book and rage. I'll put you in your place. Nine times out of ten I alwasy do. I'm Jordan with the flu, my boy. Fourty plus with my nuts out not thinking anything else could happen outside of THE GUEST OF HONOR winning, and not just winning, but by a complete landslide. 

The cat screams and the kitten hides. You're the neighbor that is always looking through his blinds wondering what everyone else has going on. You're the random phone call I pick up out of pity. Believe me. I'll be here years later with the same belt I beat you during our interaction on the next booked card. I'm consistently at the bar and you're subpar. The scars I leave you will be from Mars. Smoked black tar lately? Rock-a-bye baby.

And they used to tell me I was lazy. Faded maybe, but that doesn't mean I cant beseech a spectacle that everyone in our business can relate to. You're inherent and come across like a competitor that has been given the easy journey. Did you even give a shit about your opponents competitively leading you the where the wild things are? I am the forest.  I'm the catalyst and you're the pimple that eats you up the morning of your date you put time into having next evening. You're the reality TV you wish your spouse didn't watch. OR don't want to hear when you come home from whatever job you sprint towards outside of this.

MINISTER OF MASTERPIECES. I already told you this though.

Christopher will be diced immediatley like onions when making a nice home cooked meal. Tar tar? Sourdough fresh herb stuffing? Whatever you want, I got you. It's tax day and my oh my how much I'm going to put you on blast when the time comes, my friend. Just go ahead and jump out the window. The patience you've been granted doing's come from over this way. That's hot. You're a flavorable addition to what my goal has been, but my production will always superceed your intentions in this game of competition that made us come together. I'm not leaving and this stage is mine. I already can tell you've counted your chickens before they've hatched. 

I'm not going home. I'm going to flex more and more to where the audacity annoys you and everyone else participating. I am the FACE. I AM THE GUEST OF HONOR and a man who's always caught dreams in one hand for a first down late in the fourth. I already told them I'd bring the confetti. They already reassured me that they'd let it drop down towards the canvas when I put you on my canvas. Who's man is this? I'm the colorful tags you see on the way to work when glancing and you're the context clues that nobody actually thinks hold weight. My plight is the flight into your penetrable pyche. Should I change the game again. 

They brought me here for a reason.

And I thank them and you for it. Christoper, let's just be frank. There's no way you can tank your way through this exchange. Or any exchange we have done before. THE DREAMCATCHER always shows up like social media notifications regardless as if you pay attention to that conten or not. To be honest, I think you'll be out of here in roughly two or three more shows because you've come to terms that I'm not someone you should fuck with. I'm likely to put a hole in your face like a nose ring. My words are weapons. I AM THE SHOGUN. I AM THE MASTER OF MASTERPEICES.. and what exactly are you? You're just the man that's about to be outclassed by THE DREAMCATCHER, my ego driven adversary.

I'm at a moments notice. I know my way around the kitchen, but I definitely understand how to COOK. Say what you want to, but what you are going to want to do is be me when the show ends in whatever city we're forced to show up to. I execute perfectly. I always do. I mean, did you not see the last match? You were able to see my game before I saw yours. I don't get floored and I don't get nervous about my focus when it comes to the matches that actually mean something. You're primative and are trying to step on the stage with a juggernaugt. And that's not me being smug or pretentious, but believe you me, the cat is out of the bag.

I effortlessly float in the game that we play because I don't want any of you to think for one second that I'm not the centerpiece on the dinner table. When conversations are had, they think of me. When enemies speak behind the scenes, they think of me. And when I face someone that doesn't understand or comprehend my style of thinking..

THAT IS WHEN I CRUSH YOU.

Your feet hate you for the hike you thought you'd be able to manage. I am the mother and father, the spouse and the side bitch when it comes to innovation in Ultra Combat Sports. I am the needed flame that ignites your foolish expidetion. Nobody here can fuck with me. Nobody within my view has a common outlook and that's what makes me ME. 

Hurt people hurt people.

And I've been all of that and more espeically when it comes to this and these participants. All of you will hate me soon. Develop a six peice golf set of resentment for me when its your turn. Without me, this whole experience loses and just know that I know that. 

Christoper, I look forward to our arm wrestling match here in a few weeks. Hell, who knows when it will actually come to fruition? I have the ambition from the Gods. I have the whole lot listening and aren't using ear buds. I'm actually pretty killer. And nobody in this organization is on my bucket list. You can twist the words and pagentry all you like, but when it comes to it being face to face like pre fight press conference... I'll decide what you'll do with me. You don't get to choose or challenge the assumptions you have of THE GUEST OF HONOR.

Hurt people hurt people.

Godspeed. I'm in a laxidasical purple suit like you know who. Why so sad? Because I made your friends fall into place like a game of Connect Four. So I was on an excursion to Japan. You know what? I don't even want to take the easy road, Christopher. What is it that you actually want wholeheartedly? I don't feel that you know. I don't feel that you believe in anything since I've been apart of the same organization as we have. Scrambled eggs hold more importance in the long run. I don't trip. I just let it be what it is and its me viewing you from afar while trying my best not to flip you over like a reciprical. 

You're soft boiled eggs with avacado. I'm steak and eggs with a mimosa on the way to the table. You can want and plead to be the powerhouse that you feel you are, but when it comes to the MINISTER OF MASTERPEICES, nothing will change. I'm going to fold you like a lawn chair and lump you in with the likes of Stabitha.. competitors that came into the fray thinking I wouldn't stick up for myself. You two should have coffee as far as I'm concerned. You're visions are crazily blurred because you looked up to the sun's eclipse when that properly instructed you not to. Don't do that with me either. I am the ECLIPSE OF EMPIRES. Yeah, I found a new one.

Seek advice from your social circle. I'm only here to decapitate you and run off to the next dietary indulgence I see in my happenstance. All I need is a small bottle of Tapitio to overcome what you're bringing to the scuffle that will happen quicker than you wanted it to. You're boring and very square. Your execution would be more revered if you just stopped talking. But who cares what I think? It's no my job to put you in a better place after I've beat you. Save that for them.

Christopher.

You beat Invader in some likeness to how I beat Stabitha, but you have to realize this is for the whole thing now, right? And they will never apart of the story. Glory lives here with THE GUEST OF HONOR, so how annoying you think I am, try your best. I'll bury you like time capsules and check on you in ten years. Maybe I'll see you a few more times in the meantime, but deep down, I don't think you'll be anything much different than what you are now.

Somewhat a coward begging from the approval of those around you when deep down... you actulally know you should be training and hitting the gym alot more than you've contemplated another man for all your success. How about you do what YOU want to do for a change? Is that not something you want or would like to have in front of you? Is that nothing you actually strive for or is all your rants going to thank said man that isn't even considered in the blitz that I am aiming to subdue you without remorse? 

You're delirious in thinking that I'm supposed to respect that. I ran circuits in Japan too. I never saw your name on any card or any fucking show that made me think I needed to care about what you're productively doing. That's a log jam, Christopher. That's something you can't just bring up without having the facts in order. How about this? Look me up. Everyone knows my name. My claims to fame. Everyone. Hoping that I get injured so your reign has a chance to run its course. The source has never been shared with you. 

I will beat you and everyone knows it. And when I do it, don't come at me sideways. Don't act like I'm supposed to be doing something different. Don't act like you aciddity is more potent than mine. Chase. Chase. Chase. THe belt is mine already, Christopher. Take time to taunt to that. I'm a familar concert. I'm a loving champion. I'm the best fight in town no matter what happens, but kneeing you in the jugular would be a gyro with the right spices.

I'm nice and won't apologize about it, my new free skating partner. I bring the grays to your uneeded weddings and the honesty to the one or two individuals in the group that need to be told the truth. I won't embarass you much though. I do respect your craft, but you cant care about somewhere else more than you care about Ultra Combat Sports.

And that's the line what will kill you.