Post by myojin on Sept 16, 2022 22:55:43 GMT
How To Kill A Parasite.
VS Hank Haggard Jr. | Royal Crown.
I still remember vividly the night I almost lost everything.
The night that I lost the X-Crown Championship. Fighting my hardest against a spoiled brat who never had to work for anything in his life and his friends while trapped in a cage. I remember that sharp sting of the pointed tip of the screwdriver puncturing my skin and cutting deep. I almost died- and when I woke up, I almost gave up on the career I had worked so hard to create.
Do you want to know something rather ironic? Something that I've just now realized?
That was the best thing to have ever happened to me.
That loss had forced me to become stronger. I built myself back together, piece by piece. I had to reinvent myself and find that edge- that killer instinct that I had been missing, the final piece of the puzzle that I needed to become the best version of MYŌJIN- the me that stands as Infinite Pro World Champion and will continue to be Infinite Pro World Champion. You see, I learned a valuable lesson that night: This sport is far from fair, it's cut-throat, and in order to survive?
You have to do whatever it takes. In order to stay at the top, you have the release the darkest part of yourself.
Do you think that you have what it takes, Haggard? Because for twelve years until now, evidently, you never did and probably never will.
I can already imagine it. The people anticipate what should be the main event of Royal Crown. They're wondering, “Will MYŌJIN do it? Can they survive such a violent match?” After all, it seems just like that night. The odds are against me. Haggard got to choose his favorite kind of match with his inbred brothers and father at his side. My championship reign seems like it's in peril-
But I'm better now.
And yet Haggard fails to realize it- and that will be his undoing. To him, everyone seems like easy targets to him and his family. Hank thinks that he can do whatever he wants without the consequences of his actions catching up to him. But now they FINALLY have.
I'm not just going to end you to retain my title. I'm going to end you for the sake of Infinite Pro. Each time I fracture a bone in your face with my glass-covered hands, it'll be for every single moment you've ruined. As I crack your head open with every precise kick, it'll be for every stunt that you pulled. When I beat at your own game- in front of your family, in front of the thousands that'll be watching in person or from home- it'll be a message made clear.
I'm going to defend this promotion from you. I'm going to save this place from becoming another failure you were involved in because you dragged it down into the mud along with you.
Despite all the yelling, despite all the blood you shed, and despite all the tainted wins that you have to your name- You will never be NOTHING more than second-rate. You're not going to finally become someone important at my expense. You and your family will be remembered as parasites, a cancer to professional wrestling. Lowlifes. The sons of a man who was never good at anything else in his life, so he decided to become a circus freakshow at every small-time wrestling show hosted at your local flea market.
I'm everything that you aren't]/b]. Where you lack skill, wildly swinging and praying you hit something- I'm precise with no wasted motion. Whereas you have always needed someone in your corner to help you? I've accomplished all of this on my own. I got to this level in only two years whereas it's taken you your entire career. And beyond that masquerade of some tough, hard-edged redneck with nothing to lose? You'll always just be a failure, but that's nothing new for your family is it?
Haggard, you don't realize that this is the biggest match of your life. You don't even realize that you're finally so close to achieving your dream- but it's just like how people say:
You never know what you had until it's gone.
I'm going to get so much enjoyment, so much pleasure from embarrassing you in a match type where you're supposed to have the advantage. I'm going to love showing to the audience, to that locker room, that the Dead End Express weren't all they looked to be. I'm going to love exposing you for what you really are.
Infinite Pro Wrestling is meant for the best of the best to thrive. You don't belong here, you never have. But if you insist so badly that you want to stay? You're going to have to pick up the slack.
Because if you're anything like your brother, who lost to the same man in PRICE who he claimed was out of his prime-? You're not going to last against me.
The crown is going to stay where it belongs. I will do what Jason Long should've done the very moment you showed your hideous faces at Night of Champions.
I will vanquish you from my kingdom.
This. Ends. Here.
The night that I lost the X-Crown Championship. Fighting my hardest against a spoiled brat who never had to work for anything in his life and his friends while trapped in a cage. I remember that sharp sting of the pointed tip of the screwdriver puncturing my skin and cutting deep. I almost died- and when I woke up, I almost gave up on the career I had worked so hard to create.
Do you want to know something rather ironic? Something that I've just now realized?
That was the best thing to have ever happened to me.
That loss had forced me to become stronger. I built myself back together, piece by piece. I had to reinvent myself and find that edge- that killer instinct that I had been missing, the final piece of the puzzle that I needed to become the best version of MYŌJIN- the me that stands as Infinite Pro World Champion and will continue to be Infinite Pro World Champion. You see, I learned a valuable lesson that night: This sport is far from fair, it's cut-throat, and in order to survive?
You have to do whatever it takes. In order to stay at the top, you have the release the darkest part of yourself.
Do you think that you have what it takes, Haggard? Because for twelve years until now, evidently, you never did and probably never will.
I can already imagine it. The people anticipate what should be the main event of Royal Crown. They're wondering, “Will MYŌJIN do it? Can they survive such a violent match?” After all, it seems just like that night. The odds are against me. Haggard got to choose his favorite kind of match with his inbred brothers and father at his side. My championship reign seems like it's in peril-
But I'm better now.
And yet Haggard fails to realize it- and that will be his undoing. To him, everyone seems like easy targets to him and his family. Hank thinks that he can do whatever he wants without the consequences of his actions catching up to him. But now they FINALLY have.
I'm not just going to end you to retain my title. I'm going to end you for the sake of Infinite Pro. Each time I fracture a bone in your face with my glass-covered hands, it'll be for every single moment you've ruined. As I crack your head open with every precise kick, it'll be for every stunt that you pulled. When I beat at your own game- in front of your family, in front of the thousands that'll be watching in person or from home- it'll be a message made clear.
I'm going to defend this promotion from you. I'm going to save this place from becoming another failure you were involved in because you dragged it down into the mud along with you.
Despite all the yelling, despite all the blood you shed, and despite all the tainted wins that you have to your name- You will never be NOTHING more than second-rate. You're not going to finally become someone important at my expense. You and your family will be remembered as parasites, a cancer to professional wrestling. Lowlifes. The sons of a man who was never good at anything else in his life, so he decided to become a circus freakshow at every small-time wrestling show hosted at your local flea market.
I'm everything that you aren't]/b]. Where you lack skill, wildly swinging and praying you hit something- I'm precise with no wasted motion. Whereas you have always needed someone in your corner to help you? I've accomplished all of this on my own. I got to this level in only two years whereas it's taken you your entire career. And beyond that masquerade of some tough, hard-edged redneck with nothing to lose? You'll always just be a failure, but that's nothing new for your family is it?
Haggard, you don't realize that this is the biggest match of your life. You don't even realize that you're finally so close to achieving your dream- but it's just like how people say:
You never know what you had until it's gone.
I'm going to get so much enjoyment, so much pleasure from embarrassing you in a match type where you're supposed to have the advantage. I'm going to love showing to the audience, to that locker room, that the Dead End Express weren't all they looked to be. I'm going to love exposing you for what you really are.
Infinite Pro Wrestling is meant for the best of the best to thrive. You don't belong here, you never have. But if you insist so badly that you want to stay? You're going to have to pick up the slack.
Because if you're anything like your brother, who lost to the same man in PRICE who he claimed was out of his prime-? You're not going to last against me.
The crown is going to stay where it belongs. I will do what Jason Long should've done the very moment you showed your hideous faces at Night of Champions.
I will vanquish you from my kingdom.
This. Ends. Here.