Post by Rattlesnake on May 29, 2008 21:52:35 GMT -5
Most people will tell you that I'm a legend in CPW. Most people will talk about the struggles I went through to achieve what I had. Most people will say "I saw what he did and I couldn't believe my eyes."
I want it made perfectly clear that despite what everyone believes or holds onto as to what they believe to be true, I am not a legend. I don't have a legacy. I still have much to prove despite accomplishing so much thus far.
And why is that? Why do I still have more to prove? Simply put, I haven't done everything yet. There's so much I want to do just to say "Hey, I've been there. I did that." For most people, they won't be able to say that. To you, that might make a legend and provide a legacy in their honor. To me, that's making a statement, an impact.
Impacts...the one thing I've always been about. It's not the accomplishments in themselves that have made me great, it's how they came to be accomplishments. No one said that what I've done is easy. No one said it was hard either. They just naturally assumed that I was a legend.
I'm not a legend. I'm a "legend in the making" because eventually I'll be remembered for what I did to get my accomplishments.
It's easy for someone to try and misinterpret what defines a legend. Especially someone that thinks too highly of himself. Someone like El Chico. Someone I used to call a friend. Someone who just couldn't accept that I was always the better of the two.
Chico is the kind of person that would sell his soul if the price was right. He'd try to monopolize the green CPW property. He'd spin the wheel of fortune and hope that he hits the spot he wants. He'd always go for big money in hopes that he would avoid the whammy. He'd wager everything on his daily double dose of douchebaggery.
He always made wrong decisions. But he has thrown his friendship with me into the trash. His antics as of late have proven that he will go to any lengths to make a name for himself. It's a shame too. Despite being a pervert who would whip his dick out and play with himself during a match, he showed promise. At least he did at one point. That time is long since gone now.
There was a time when Chico was one of those up and coming stars. He impressed a lot of people to start off with. But when he was placed under my care to help mold him and cultivate his potential, that's when he started to be below average.
His mind was always on other things. He couldn't perform to the expectations set before him. Suddenly, things were shaky for him. So what does he do? The only thing he can, backstab. Backstab the one person who saw the most potential in him. All that potential wasted in a single act.
You could say I did it first and you'd be right. But what I did was good for business. What he did was only for himself. A major difference there. But I digress. Call it what you want. That makes no difference to me. As for me, I call it what I want and that's an impact.
I always make impacts. Summer Blast-Off will be another one. A Bull Rope match is grounds for whatever goes. If Chico wants to pull out a sadistic side and one-up me at every corner, then I'm going to show how much of a sick, sadistic son of a bitch I can be. It won't be for the faint of heart. Kids will turn their heads and cry. The things you see will haunt your dreams for years to come.
But don't blame me. Chico has waged war upon me. And now it is my revolution, my crusade, to bypass him and put myself one step closer to my ultimate goal. I will reclaim my Xtreme Chaos Championship. Nothing will stop me...not even a former friend.
I want it made perfectly clear that despite what everyone believes or holds onto as to what they believe to be true, I am not a legend. I don't have a legacy. I still have much to prove despite accomplishing so much thus far.
And why is that? Why do I still have more to prove? Simply put, I haven't done everything yet. There's so much I want to do just to say "Hey, I've been there. I did that." For most people, they won't be able to say that. To you, that might make a legend and provide a legacy in their honor. To me, that's making a statement, an impact.
Impacts...the one thing I've always been about. It's not the accomplishments in themselves that have made me great, it's how they came to be accomplishments. No one said that what I've done is easy. No one said it was hard either. They just naturally assumed that I was a legend.
I'm not a legend. I'm a "legend in the making" because eventually I'll be remembered for what I did to get my accomplishments.
It's easy for someone to try and misinterpret what defines a legend. Especially someone that thinks too highly of himself. Someone like El Chico. Someone I used to call a friend. Someone who just couldn't accept that I was always the better of the two.
Chico is the kind of person that would sell his soul if the price was right. He'd try to monopolize the green CPW property. He'd spin the wheel of fortune and hope that he hits the spot he wants. He'd always go for big money in hopes that he would avoid the whammy. He'd wager everything on his daily double dose of douchebaggery.
He always made wrong decisions. But he has thrown his friendship with me into the trash. His antics as of late have proven that he will go to any lengths to make a name for himself. It's a shame too. Despite being a pervert who would whip his dick out and play with himself during a match, he showed promise. At least he did at one point. That time is long since gone now.
There was a time when Chico was one of those up and coming stars. He impressed a lot of people to start off with. But when he was placed under my care to help mold him and cultivate his potential, that's when he started to be below average.
His mind was always on other things. He couldn't perform to the expectations set before him. Suddenly, things were shaky for him. So what does he do? The only thing he can, backstab. Backstab the one person who saw the most potential in him. All that potential wasted in a single act.
You could say I did it first and you'd be right. But what I did was good for business. What he did was only for himself. A major difference there. But I digress. Call it what you want. That makes no difference to me. As for me, I call it what I want and that's an impact.
I always make impacts. Summer Blast-Off will be another one. A Bull Rope match is grounds for whatever goes. If Chico wants to pull out a sadistic side and one-up me at every corner, then I'm going to show how much of a sick, sadistic son of a bitch I can be. It won't be for the faint of heart. Kids will turn their heads and cry. The things you see will haunt your dreams for years to come.
But don't blame me. Chico has waged war upon me. And now it is my revolution, my crusade, to bypass him and put myself one step closer to my ultimate goal. I will reclaim my Xtreme Chaos Championship. Nothing will stop me...not even a former friend.