Post by Warren Harper on Mar 10, 2022 20:29:37 GMT
This is something I have never won. This is something that I know became my father’s obsession before he died. Winning the roulette.
This year is different. This year it is twice as much work as it was any other year. This year the doors are open and anyone could come in here, anyone from any other company could come in here and win for a chance to face the world champion at Night of the immortals. Winning this… winning it this year would mean twice as much as any other year.
It’s not just fighting the people you know. It’s fighting people you don’t. And I…I want that.
I want to be World Champion again. I could beat Ulf. He’s my kryptonite. And I know there is a chance he will be coming across my path in the roulette. And yeah…I know that.
But I hope this time to be ready for him.
I’ve been rebuilding myself, spending time on healing oneself, building brick by brick, until I’m ready to go back out there and destroy anything that moves….and trust me ladies and gentlemen…
I’m fucking ready.
I’m not going to make any grandiose gestures or claims, I’m not going to tell you that I’m going to win the roulette, but I am going to tell you that it is my intention. I intend on giving everything I’ve got, and hitting as hard as I possibly can.
I am tempted to say if I have to cripple someone so that I can throw them out of the ring, I will…. But I am not that man anymore. As tempting as it is to give into those vile impulses are. I made a promise to myself not to fall off that wagon if I can help it.
But I can’t promise I won’t slip here.
If there was ever a match to stumble during this is it.
I feel it in my bones… I want this. If I have to break every bone in every body of every man standing between me and that roulette victory…. I can’t promise I won't.
God that sounds too much like Dean. Yikes.
And I know, I know what you will say. Can I go against Dean? Love of my life? Future husband?
The first man to ever take me into his life, his world, and treat me like I deserved love. Treat me like someone who was worthy of being loved, and not someone's pawn, not someone's toy to be played with and thrown away once they were bored…. For the first time in the Lord knows how long, I could be myself again.
Imagine that feeling, imagine that you’ve been watching the world through two windows, two windows that happen to be your own eyes, but you have absolutely no control over what you do or what you see, and then someone comes along and gives you that control, gives you that freedom, the option to be who you always wanted to be.
You’ll understand how I feel about Dean Harper.
But I’m nobody's second fiddle.
I stand in no shadow.
I love him. I have always loved him. And I will always love him. But even he knows I want this. He knows that this is what I want. And if he stands between me and the title then…yeah, we will throw hands. He might be sore in the morning, but it will be with love.
I have served many masters, but now….I serve only myself. I am no bloodhound, no instrument of war….I am simply me.
Warren Kane.
I have been Burdened with expectation since I entered the ring. Spike Kane’s Star student. Spike Kane’s son. Eternity’s pet project. Judas’ star disciple. The Pack’s newest recruit.
Everyone expected something of me. Expecting me to be more than I was and were disappointed I could never make it over the hump.
Then I got the match with the TV title. I had a streak. Then I got the world title.
I was someone to watch again.
And then I fell. I lost the title and couldn’t get back out of the slump. People started to think of me as a one hit wonder. A could have been.
But I am more than that.
So watch me climb back up.
Give me your Ulf. Gives me your Pax Stormcrows. Give me your Rob Diamonds. Give me your JC Keeton. Give me your Angel Blakes. Give me your best and your brightest.
I will beat them all.
One by one.
Because I have something to prove again. Something to fight for. Something to yearn for.
I am not a one hit wonder. I am not a lucky break.
I am worthy. I can do this.
I will be pouring every part of myself into this.
So sit back and watch as I come to prove people wrong. Again.
This year is different. This year it is twice as much work as it was any other year. This year the doors are open and anyone could come in here, anyone from any other company could come in here and win for a chance to face the world champion at Night of the immortals. Winning this… winning it this year would mean twice as much as any other year.
It’s not just fighting the people you know. It’s fighting people you don’t. And I…I want that.
I want to be World Champion again. I could beat Ulf. He’s my kryptonite. And I know there is a chance he will be coming across my path in the roulette. And yeah…I know that.
But I hope this time to be ready for him.
I’ve been rebuilding myself, spending time on healing oneself, building brick by brick, until I’m ready to go back out there and destroy anything that moves….and trust me ladies and gentlemen…
I’m fucking ready.
I’m not going to make any grandiose gestures or claims, I’m not going to tell you that I’m going to win the roulette, but I am going to tell you that it is my intention. I intend on giving everything I’ve got, and hitting as hard as I possibly can.
I am tempted to say if I have to cripple someone so that I can throw them out of the ring, I will…. But I am not that man anymore. As tempting as it is to give into those vile impulses are. I made a promise to myself not to fall off that wagon if I can help it.
But I can’t promise I won’t slip here.
If there was ever a match to stumble during this is it.
I feel it in my bones… I want this. If I have to break every bone in every body of every man standing between me and that roulette victory…. I can’t promise I won't.
God that sounds too much like Dean. Yikes.
And I know, I know what you will say. Can I go against Dean? Love of my life? Future husband?
The first man to ever take me into his life, his world, and treat me like I deserved love. Treat me like someone who was worthy of being loved, and not someone's pawn, not someone's toy to be played with and thrown away once they were bored…. For the first time in the Lord knows how long, I could be myself again.
Imagine that feeling, imagine that you’ve been watching the world through two windows, two windows that happen to be your own eyes, but you have absolutely no control over what you do or what you see, and then someone comes along and gives you that control, gives you that freedom, the option to be who you always wanted to be.
You’ll understand how I feel about Dean Harper.
But I’m nobody's second fiddle.
I stand in no shadow.
I love him. I have always loved him. And I will always love him. But even he knows I want this. He knows that this is what I want. And if he stands between me and the title then…yeah, we will throw hands. He might be sore in the morning, but it will be with love.
I have served many masters, but now….I serve only myself. I am no bloodhound, no instrument of war….I am simply me.
Warren Kane.
I have been Burdened with expectation since I entered the ring. Spike Kane’s Star student. Spike Kane’s son. Eternity’s pet project. Judas’ star disciple. The Pack’s newest recruit.
Everyone expected something of me. Expecting me to be more than I was and were disappointed I could never make it over the hump.
Then I got the match with the TV title. I had a streak. Then I got the world title.
I was someone to watch again.
And then I fell. I lost the title and couldn’t get back out of the slump. People started to think of me as a one hit wonder. A could have been.
But I am more than that.
So watch me climb back up.
Give me your Ulf. Gives me your Pax Stormcrows. Give me your Rob Diamonds. Give me your JC Keeton. Give me your Angel Blakes. Give me your best and your brightest.
I will beat them all.
One by one.
Because I have something to prove again. Something to fight for. Something to yearn for.
I am not a one hit wonder. I am not a lucky break.
I am worthy. I can do this.
I will be pouring every part of myself into this.
So sit back and watch as I come to prove people wrong. Again.