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An Open Letter To Ninja Magic
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Topic Started: Aug 3 2012, 12:57 AM (240 Views)
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SaviourSelf
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Aug 3 2012, 12:57 AM
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Lord,
Please forgive me because I'm about to sin right now and in a few shorts days like a motherfucker, and possibly make you ashamed of me. Grant me the serenity to live with my decisions, the strength to overcome the guilt, and the will to put my size 11 boot through the cheaply-made mask that Ninja Magic wears with such "honor" and "pride".
Kevin, you've bit off more than you could chew with your little Doctor's appointment. Quite frankly, you should be ashamed of yourself and your actions. It'd be one thing to admonish you for your words, which I'll get to, but the fact you used a young woman to convey your message... well sir, that's the actions of not only a bitch, but a fairly large one at most.
You shroud yourself in this mystique, this aura, one in which you won't speak or address anybody, but you'll sit there with your goofy mask, have someone else speak for your and convey your emotions, and get at the people you go to battle against because quite frankly, you're a child, and not only that, you're afraid. Afraid of sounding foolish, afraid of saying something you may not be able to back up, afraid of consequences. By having someone else hold the microphone, you get off scott-free. No responsibility, no mess. You aren't the one holding the bag.
Thing is, Kev-O, I see through that horseshit. I see you for what you are. I see you for another American Indy Sensation who never really hit it big so he put on a mask, created a new character, suddenly lost his voice and garnered an edge. I applaud you for fooling everyone, I do, but the truth is, you're still the same one-trick pony you were when I first met you, and you're going to be the same one-trick pony long after I defeat you.
Everything you do nowadays is to make waves, to send shockwaves. Sadly for you, I've seen it all, I've heard it all and nothing shocks nor surprises me. So while you sit there and think what you're doing is so avant-garde, fresh and full of mystique, in reality? You're just a second-rate Gunner Wuher, swinging a chair to cover up a lack of real wrestling talent.
Let's be honest about things, Kevin. You're a career midcarder, you've taken the mantle from Patrick Slaughter as the most irrelevant performer on PRW television, and you, for all intents and purposes are Mr. Glass Ceiling, if you aren't already sharing the title with Patrick.
You got big and bold, beat down an 80s TV star, and then dismantled my brother's legs and now suddenly you're supposed to be someone to be feared? Child, please. That's not something to fear, that's something to laugh at. That's something to laugh at because it reeked of desperation. It reeked of the motives of a man whose career was going nowhere, a man whose career had grown stale and stagnant.
One big win over Joey and now you're stroking yourself off as if you've already got the title won. That's well and good, and no disrespect to Joey Nox, but I'm not the Guido-Rican, bub. I'm a different monster, I'm a different beast all together. He wanted to wrestle you, I want to kill you. I'm not above breaking your leg and giggling when a bone pokes through the skin. I'm also not above exposing you figuratively and literally while you cry on the mat, ripping away that dignity and your cheap and shoddy little mask in the process.
Make no mistake, it might not be a Lucha De Apuestas, it might not be Title vs Mask, but I've been around the block in Mexico quite a bit. You know, rather than you, the imposter, I've actually been a luchador. I've actually entertained in Arena Mexico.
Hell, the reason me and Nox originally came to PRW, if you people remember far back enough, is because we got black-balled from Mexican promotions after NOX slept with a promoter's daughter. How's that for a call-back?
Regardless, "Luchador"... I know the lore and the symbolism behind the mask. I know how much it means to those who wear it. Moreover, I know how much it would mean to you, to have it ripped off, to be exposed, to have nothing to hide behind anymore, to be without your safety net and reduced to the same no-talent, sniveling little bitch I knew way back when.
What's more, you know it too. You know you're always going to be that bitch. You KNOW you're always going to be that same guy, with or without the damn mask. See, NINJA...I know...something about you that these people don't know. Come the Clash? I'm gunna rip that fucking mask off.
And that? That fucking scares you. That fucking petrifies you. The idea of standing in a ring with me, especially after what you did to Joey, has you shook. It has you trembling, so much so that you wouldn't DARE risk putting your precious X-Division title on the line, because if you lost....
Heh.. well then you'd truly have nothing left, ain't that right, Magic?
Without your X-Division title, you're just another one of the pack. You become irrelevant. You're Mark Graves, you're Mr. Turner, you're Matthew Logan (I SEE YOU, ASSHOLE!).
It's funny. You ask me to shut up, you say I should stop talking...
Let me let you in a little secret, kid.
Without me, this match doesn't draw.
Without me, this match is meaningless.
Without me, you're defending the X-Division title in a match nobody cares about.
Without me, you aren't getting a payday and being made into a star, even if it comes at the unfortunate result of you getting your ass kicked up and down Spain like one of the teams Ricky Rubio used to play against.
I am, have been, and will be the point on which the rest of the PRW World pivots. I'm the Ace of the staff, the straw that stirs the drink...
You're not even the waiter who brings the bill to the fucking table, kid.
So before you get on that plane to Spain, check in your baggage with the 4-5 different masks in the carry-on, your toiletries and your July edition of Playgirl en Espanol, think long and hard...
Think very long and hard about how much you just bit off, because I'm not going to relent, and I'm not going to stop, and I'm for damn sure coming to take your ass out.
Not only do I not like you, but I NEED to take your ass out.
For the past three months, I've been putting away opponents for this belt with ease, and nobody has cared. If they commented, it was negative, it was dismissive.
Clash of the Titans, Magic, is a statement match.
I'm going to walk right through you and make a statement, emphatic as it's ever been.
The attention...is coming back to the PRW World Title & the PRW World Champion...
Right back where it belongs.
See you in a few days, -Alex LeBlanc
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