Post by Roger Wright on Nov 22, 2023 15:36:08 GMT -6
Make me sick till I can't breathe
Never want to be your enemy
An industry predicated and built on the idea of friends and enemies. It doesn’t matter how you feel, what you want, or how you want to get there, it’s always just brought down to its most simple and bassist of thoughts. Are you a friend, or are you the enemy. Today we could be friends, tomorrow? Bitter enemies, it can turn at the snap of a finger, or the whim of the cold breeze blowing by, there is no rhyme or reason, just personal desires to do what you want.
Deep down it would please me if I could say that at no point was I involved in being the one who turned a friend into an enemy, but that would be a lie. Like most in this industry, the desires for personal gain, personal gratification, and just personal sense of being wanted can override what we deep down really want. While it’s been my strongest desire to never hurt those around me, to strive to keep friends and cultivate healthy relationships, the truth is in this industry it is just too hard.
That is the life we all signed up for, better or worse, we are simply floating through our lives moving from one friend turned enemy to the other. Look at the man next to you, the one you share so much respect for, that man has a knife in his back pocket, one he isn’t afraid to pull out and stick in your back. That woman you love, that you are infatuated with is simply using you as a ski lift, she’s just riding you until she reaches the top. You don’t have to believe me, delusion is part of the game, part of the fun.
Things open up for you when the delusion leaves, when you hit the bottom. Believe me when I say it’s a long fall, insert your favorite picture of someone screaming to the bottom of a pit. Me it’s when King Leonidis screams ‘THIS IS SPARTA!’ and kicks the Persian emissaries into the well. That’s you when your eyes open up, falling backward looking up as the darkness takes over everything, as your world turns upside down. Hitting the bottom doesn’t hurt as bad as the fall, and if you are lucky you get to pick yourself up.
It might take you two or three kicks, four or five knives but it will happen. For me it was more than I want to admit. There was Hunter Valentyne, Johnny Stylez, Blair Buchannan, Shane, Annika Swan, and Candace. One might say there were more along the way, more than ten years in the business will give you time to gain the friends turned enemies. Especially when you pride yourself on doing the right thing, being the good guy, that pillar for the fans.
Which leads me to the knife that hurts the most, the knife that will gut you before the fall. The moment the people you care about, the people you pour it all out for turn their back on you. Giving them everything, putting everything out there for them, only to hear them boo you at every turn, to outcast you the moment you are not what they wanted. One misstep and you go from loved to hated, you go from friend to enemy. A twisted world we live in, a fucked up game we all play.
This is the life I choose
Based on all of that it was an easy decision to walk away, I was content with my life. I took the losses, there was no need to come back and try and win anymore. But as life would have it, some things, some people just can’t let you go, can’t let things just be. So here we are, back from the dead, back from the edge, but not back for you. No this time it’s different, there is no wool being pulled over my eyes, no false belief in something I so desperately want to be different than it really is.
For the better part of more than ten years I sweat for the fans, sweat for the company, and laid everything I had at the feet of my opponent. Won some, lost some, but gave everyone that paid to see me a show. People came to see me, maybe they didn’t like me, maybe they loved me, either way they paid to see me. They bought my shirts, visited my ranch, wanted pictures with my signature on them. For a brief moment I thought they respected me, we know the truth though.
There is no respect in this game, there is no love when it comes to this business, just money and the show. While I made money, the truth is I didn’t get my share, it wasn’t enough for what I had to give to get it. This time around it’s about getting my own. It isn’t about titles, I have those, it isn’t about making the fans happy, this time it’s about respect. Every night I walk out of that backstage area, it's not to win a match, to win a title, it’s to take the respect I deserve.
Sure beating Johnny Stylez means being champion, but being champion doesn’t mean shit if no one cares. When I am done in that ring all of you will care, everyone will see what they have to go through when they get in the ring with me, that is respect. There is no more being nice, no more saying the right things at the right moment. Roger Wright is not going to the ring to be your friend, Roger Wright is going to the ring to show you the only thing you need to know, I am your enemy, and when you walked out from backstage, you made the worst decision of your career.
Let this serve as your notice, everyone take heed. This isn’t a friendly slap boxing competition, this is wrestling, this is what I was born to do, and I am going to show the world what happens when you kick your hero’s down the well and bring them back. You don’t get the man you wanted, you get the man you deserve. Your ‘Golden Boy’ is gone. You reap what you sow.
Excuse this place I stand; words of truth elude you
The plaque on the wall outside of the double doors read ‘BOARDROOM’ Roger simply smiled as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It had been years since standing in a boardroom, much less his own. At first one might think Roger was intimidated, or maybe trying to compose himself against the attack he knew was coming, but the truth for Roger was he didn’t want to have to listen to the incessant complaints and whining that were going to come his way. In a previous life Roger would have indulged them, let them talk and have their words, that life was gone now, patience for their weakness no longer lingered inside of him.
Roger’s right hand extended and pushed the door open, all eyes at the table snapped to look at him. 5 men and 2 women were both shocked by his presence, and expecting it as well. None of them stood, none of them spoke, and for the briefest of moments this brought the smallest of smiles to Roger’s face. He strode past them to the head of the table and took a seat, folding both hands in front of him on the table.
The members of the board took the man they had known for so long in. His long blonde beard glistened and well groomed appeared to float about his black suit and white shirt. The blonde hair appeared wet but moved as if dry, all of it masking his familiar face. Though they could see it was the physical appearance of the same man, his eyes told a different story, something in the eyes was ominous, almost calculating. His eyes told them what they all really wanted to know before he arrived, this was not the same man they had known.
“I intended to come in here and call for a vote of no confidence in Shane.” Roger paused as he spoke, his words soft and monotone. “But that would be making the same mistake again, instead I chose to make you the same offer I made Shane. Leave, just get up and walk away, accept a compensation package and surrender your stakes in my company. I will give you five minutes to make a decision, mind you this is a group decision, all or nothing.” Roger never flinched as he spoke, never positioned himself, not even so much as moved a finger.
A silence filled the room, before the 7 board members stood and moved to the end of the table to converse. Three long minutes later they returned, this time though one of them took the chair across the table from Roger with a smile. “We humbly decline.” He said, attempting to mimic the stoicism that Roger had shown.
“Do you speak for the group Henry?” Roger asked.
“I do.” Henry curtly replied. “While you wish to execute a hostile takeover, you don’t have the second nomination for a vote to push for the call for it. Your motion can’t reach the floor as none of us are going to second your request for the takeover.” A triumphant grin crossed Henry’s face.
“I had hoped it wouldn’t come to this.” Roger stoically replied. His right hand rose and made a motion to wave someone in the door of the boardroom, slowly it swung open. “Let me introduce Shane’s representative.” Through the door stepped a well dressed man with short blonde spiked hair and a big shit eating grin on his face.
“You can’t!” Henry barked as he stood up. The rest of the board stared wide eyed at the man in the doorway.
“I didn’t.” Roger said as he reached into the breast pocket of his jacket and removed a document. He unfolded it, and began to read. “I, Shane Thompson hereby appoint Matthew Carter as my representative in all board meetings…” He continued on but no one at the table was listening, they all knew what the document meant, and worst of all Roger showed them the notary stamp at the bottom that solidified it, there was nothing they could do.
“Fine, we will take the deal.” Henry said as he sunk down into the chair.
“You are in my chair shit head.” Matthew said as he motioned for Henry to move, to which the man acquiesced with haste.
“That deal is now off the table. I instead call for a vote of no confidence in all members of the board that are not named Roger Wright.” All of the board members lowered their heads.
“I second that motion and send it to vote.” Matthew said with a smile on his face.
“Why?” Henry asked.
Make me sick 'till I can't breathe
“Because each one of you had two chances. That is one more chance than you gave me before taking what was mine.” Roger for the first time moved, leaning in on his arms that sat folded on the table. “You never looked for me, never tried to find me, instead declared me dead so you could take what was mine. That was your first chance to do what was right, and then five minutes ago you were given a chance to leave with your dignity intact, and your wallets fat. Now neither will happen.”
“The compensation will be plenty, 5% of the value of each share is still a hefty amount.” Henry smirked back.
“You should check the stock prices, it appears that the dead owner of a company returning along with the growing concern that company is going private again pushes the stock prices down, not to mention the lack of any stock on the market, except for that one share that Matthew bought before closing last night for $1.” For the second time since entering the room Roger appeared to give a brief smile.
“You son of a bitch!” Henry barked in anger. As a team of security officers entered the room.
“Please have them removed.” Roger asked as he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
“Yes sir!” The team leader said as the group went to work removing the group of angry board members from the room, Henry the last to leave, his eyes fixated on Roger who just sat with both eyes closed taking in the sounds around him. With a final flash of hope Henry’s view turned to Matthew who just smiled and gave a finger wiggle wave before the door slammed shut.
“What now Bro?” Matthew asked as he put both feet up on the table.
“We do what we should have always done from the beginning.” Roger took a deep breath.
“What is that?” Matthew quipped back.
“Whatever we want.” Roger smiled as both men sat quietly in the calm room.
Deep inside realize never want to be your enemy
I never set out to be anyone’s enemy. Even the most evil of people don’t set out with that goal. Somewhere in their minds they are doing the right thing. But the wars of the world are not written by those that lose, they are written by the winners, and the winners always paint themselves as the good guys. Someone once said a hero is only as good as the villain, and a story is only good as the antagonist, the reality is someone has to be the antagonist. But every great villain is doing it for a noble reason, one that you can empathize with.
That villain you empathize with didn’t set out to be the bad guy though, he through all of it, through everything he did saw himself as the good guy. The only factor that made him the bad guy, that made him the bad guy was that he lost. You can call them selfish, call them evil, call them just fucked up, it really doesn’t matter at the end of the day. They will never be anything more than your enemy, and you are nothing more than the same for them.
This is the life I have chosen, the road I have walked, the only difference now is I make no resolutions to the man I am. You are my enemy, there is no friendship anymore. I will forever from this day forward walk the world knowing that a knife is only a few short seconds from being plunged into my back. There is no wool over my eyes, no false hopes. You are all capable of it, and therefore are all my enemy. I have given you all the chance to walk away, you chose your own path.
Some sick form of destiny has brought me back to the NEW, but there is no empathy in my heart, no sympathy for those around me. Johnny and I will climb into that ring for the 100th time, two men asked to show the world the greatest show they could ever imagine. This show isn’t for you, it isn’t for the fans. This match is for a man that can’t let his pride go, that can’t accept that maybe his time has come and gone, that his company has long outlived its prime. Sure he wants to fill it with the best up and comers he can find, but at the end of the day he needs old guys to carry his show.
So why am I back you ask? Because a contract is a contract. Why is Johnny back? Because all he cares about is his vain desire in this world. He wants that world title more than a toddler wants a piece of candy. He can’t live without it. It’s like a drug for him, he can’t stand not having some form of physical validation, whether that be a fancy belt that he puts around his waist, or a trophy he can hold over his head.
Johnny measures himself by his accomplishments and nothing else. He could be married to the most beautiful woman in the world, and the happiness that being married to her won’t matter. All that matters to him is that his wife is hotter than yours, that her ass is more round and firm, that her tits are bigger and bouncier. That is the measure of his worth, not a sense of self pride or personal accomplishment. No for Johnny it's about things, about trophies, about feeling superior in every way that he can.
That is probably what makes beating Johnny feel so good. Not that you beat a great wrestler, but you get the joy of depriving a raving 12 year old with Tourette Syndrome their scoop of ice cream. While that may seem cruel, you know deep down inside there is a part of you that smiled, that chuckled at the very thought. Not because you are eternally bad, but because you know it’s true, you know that Johnny is a lost toddler searching for meaning in his life.
So if I have to be back, have to return, why not Johnny, why not one more round? I’ll tell you why, because as much as I like beating on inferior members of this species, it gets old after a while. There are only so many times you can ride the same roller coaster before it just gets boring. Adrenaline junkies push to take their excitement level to new extremes, not because they are crazy, but because they need the rush, and the only way to achieve the same level is by getting even riskier.
Drug addicts have to increase their dose because doing the same amount as the time before doesn’t get you as high. That’s how it feels beating Johnny Stylez over and over. Each time you do it the shine wears off, it becomes less impressive and less gratifying. But not for Johnny, every time he accomplishes anything it’s like his first time. Maybe that is a blessing for him, or maybe it’s why after all these years, all these victories and everything he has accomplished, he still needs this company, still needs the belt to feel validated.
Who knows at this point. Maybe I have over analyzed this, or overthought all of it. Shit you probably don’t even understand any of it. That has been a problem I have had in the past, either way it really doesn’t fucking matter. I am only here to make good on my contract. There is nothing else in it for me. Beating Johnny again has as much value to me as that penny you tossed out the window the other day. But nonetheless I will do what I must, and prove to you what you should already know, and what Johnny already knows. I am the best in this business, I always have been, and I always will be.
Never want to be your enemy
Silence me so I can't be
Never wanted to be your enemy
An industry predicated and built on the idea of friends and enemies. It doesn’t matter how you feel, what you want, or how you want to get there, it’s always just brought down to its most simple and bassist of thoughts. Are you a friend, or are you the enemy. Today we could be friends, tomorrow? Bitter enemies, it can turn at the snap of a finger, or the whim of the cold breeze blowing by, there is no rhyme or reason, just personal desires to do what you want.
Deep down it would please me if I could say that at no point was I involved in being the one who turned a friend into an enemy, but that would be a lie. Like most in this industry, the desires for personal gain, personal gratification, and just personal sense of being wanted can override what we deep down really want. While it’s been my strongest desire to never hurt those around me, to strive to keep friends and cultivate healthy relationships, the truth is in this industry it is just too hard.
That is the life we all signed up for, better or worse, we are simply floating through our lives moving from one friend turned enemy to the other. Look at the man next to you, the one you share so much respect for, that man has a knife in his back pocket, one he isn’t afraid to pull out and stick in your back. That woman you love, that you are infatuated with is simply using you as a ski lift, she’s just riding you until she reaches the top. You don’t have to believe me, delusion is part of the game, part of the fun.
Things open up for you when the delusion leaves, when you hit the bottom. Believe me when I say it’s a long fall, insert your favorite picture of someone screaming to the bottom of a pit. Me it’s when King Leonidis screams ‘THIS IS SPARTA!’ and kicks the Persian emissaries into the well. That’s you when your eyes open up, falling backward looking up as the darkness takes over everything, as your world turns upside down. Hitting the bottom doesn’t hurt as bad as the fall, and if you are lucky you get to pick yourself up.
It might take you two or three kicks, four or five knives but it will happen. For me it was more than I want to admit. There was Hunter Valentyne, Johnny Stylez, Blair Buchannan, Shane, Annika Swan, and Candace. One might say there were more along the way, more than ten years in the business will give you time to gain the friends turned enemies. Especially when you pride yourself on doing the right thing, being the good guy, that pillar for the fans.
Which leads me to the knife that hurts the most, the knife that will gut you before the fall. The moment the people you care about, the people you pour it all out for turn their back on you. Giving them everything, putting everything out there for them, only to hear them boo you at every turn, to outcast you the moment you are not what they wanted. One misstep and you go from loved to hated, you go from friend to enemy. A twisted world we live in, a fucked up game we all play.
I walked the high road away from you
God knows what I've been through
This is the life I haveThis is the life I choose
I walked away... The high road away from you
Walk away, walk away
You made an enemy
Based on all of that it was an easy decision to walk away, I was content with my life. I took the losses, there was no need to come back and try and win anymore. But as life would have it, some things, some people just can’t let you go, can’t let things just be. So here we are, back from the dead, back from the edge, but not back for you. No this time it’s different, there is no wool being pulled over my eyes, no false belief in something I so desperately want to be different than it really is.
For the better part of more than ten years I sweat for the fans, sweat for the company, and laid everything I had at the feet of my opponent. Won some, lost some, but gave everyone that paid to see me a show. People came to see me, maybe they didn’t like me, maybe they loved me, either way they paid to see me. They bought my shirts, visited my ranch, wanted pictures with my signature on them. For a brief moment I thought they respected me, we know the truth though.
There is no respect in this game, there is no love when it comes to this business, just money and the show. While I made money, the truth is I didn’t get my share, it wasn’t enough for what I had to give to get it. This time around it’s about getting my own. It isn’t about titles, I have those, it isn’t about making the fans happy, this time it’s about respect. Every night I walk out of that backstage area, it's not to win a match, to win a title, it’s to take the respect I deserve.
Sure beating Johnny Stylez means being champion, but being champion doesn’t mean shit if no one cares. When I am done in that ring all of you will care, everyone will see what they have to go through when they get in the ring with me, that is respect. There is no more being nice, no more saying the right things at the right moment. Roger Wright is not going to the ring to be your friend, Roger Wright is going to the ring to show you the only thing you need to know, I am your enemy, and when you walked out from backstage, you made the worst decision of your career.
Let this serve as your notice, everyone take heed. This isn’t a friendly slap boxing competition, this is wrestling, this is what I was born to do, and I am going to show the world what happens when you kick your hero’s down the well and bring them back. You don’t get the man you wanted, you get the man you deserve. Your ‘Golden Boy’ is gone. You reap what you sow.
I never... I never wanted
I never wanted to poison or burn through
Labeled "malcontent," by bastards of descentExcuse this place I stand; words of truth elude you
The plaque on the wall outside of the double doors read ‘BOARDROOM’ Roger simply smiled as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It had been years since standing in a boardroom, much less his own. At first one might think Roger was intimidated, or maybe trying to compose himself against the attack he knew was coming, but the truth for Roger was he didn’t want to have to listen to the incessant complaints and whining that were going to come his way. In a previous life Roger would have indulged them, let them talk and have their words, that life was gone now, patience for their weakness no longer lingered inside of him.
Roger’s right hand extended and pushed the door open, all eyes at the table snapped to look at him. 5 men and 2 women were both shocked by his presence, and expecting it as well. None of them stood, none of them spoke, and for the briefest of moments this brought the smallest of smiles to Roger’s face. He strode past them to the head of the table and took a seat, folding both hands in front of him on the table.
The members of the board took the man they had known for so long in. His long blonde beard glistened and well groomed appeared to float about his black suit and white shirt. The blonde hair appeared wet but moved as if dry, all of it masking his familiar face. Though they could see it was the physical appearance of the same man, his eyes told a different story, something in the eyes was ominous, almost calculating. His eyes told them what they all really wanted to know before he arrived, this was not the same man they had known.
“I intended to come in here and call for a vote of no confidence in Shane.” Roger paused as he spoke, his words soft and monotone. “But that would be making the same mistake again, instead I chose to make you the same offer I made Shane. Leave, just get up and walk away, accept a compensation package and surrender your stakes in my company. I will give you five minutes to make a decision, mind you this is a group decision, all or nothing.” Roger never flinched as he spoke, never positioned himself, not even so much as moved a finger.
A silence filled the room, before the 7 board members stood and moved to the end of the table to converse. Three long minutes later they returned, this time though one of them took the chair across the table from Roger with a smile. “We humbly decline.” He said, attempting to mimic the stoicism that Roger had shown.
“Do you speak for the group Henry?” Roger asked.
“I do.” Henry curtly replied. “While you wish to execute a hostile takeover, you don’t have the second nomination for a vote to push for the call for it. Your motion can’t reach the floor as none of us are going to second your request for the takeover.” A triumphant grin crossed Henry’s face.
“I had hoped it wouldn’t come to this.” Roger stoically replied. His right hand rose and made a motion to wave someone in the door of the boardroom, slowly it swung open. “Let me introduce Shane’s representative.” Through the door stepped a well dressed man with short blonde spiked hair and a big shit eating grin on his face.
“You can’t!” Henry barked as he stood up. The rest of the board stared wide eyed at the man in the doorway.
“I didn’t.” Roger said as he reached into the breast pocket of his jacket and removed a document. He unfolded it, and began to read. “I, Shane Thompson hereby appoint Matthew Carter as my representative in all board meetings…” He continued on but no one at the table was listening, they all knew what the document meant, and worst of all Roger showed them the notary stamp at the bottom that solidified it, there was nothing they could do.
“Fine, we will take the deal.” Henry said as he sunk down into the chair.
“You are in my chair shit head.” Matthew said as he motioned for Henry to move, to which the man acquiesced with haste.
“That deal is now off the table. I instead call for a vote of no confidence in all members of the board that are not named Roger Wright.” All of the board members lowered their heads.
“I second that motion and send it to vote.” Matthew said with a smile on his face.
“Why?” Henry asked.
Make me sick 'till I can't breathe
Never want to be your enemy
Silence me, so I can't be,
Never want to be your enemy
“The compensation will be plenty, 5% of the value of each share is still a hefty amount.” Henry smirked back.
“You should check the stock prices, it appears that the dead owner of a company returning along with the growing concern that company is going private again pushes the stock prices down, not to mention the lack of any stock on the market, except for that one share that Matthew bought before closing last night for $1.” For the second time since entering the room Roger appeared to give a brief smile.
“You son of a bitch!” Henry barked in anger. As a team of security officers entered the room.
“Please have them removed.” Roger asked as he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
“Yes sir!” The team leader said as the group went to work removing the group of angry board members from the room, Henry the last to leave, his eyes fixated on Roger who just sat with both eyes closed taking in the sounds around him. With a final flash of hope Henry’s view turned to Matthew who just smiled and gave a finger wiggle wave before the door slammed shut.
“What now Bro?” Matthew asked as he put both feet up on the table.
“We do what we should have always done from the beginning.” Roger took a deep breath.
“What is that?” Matthew quipped back.
“Whatever we want.” Roger smiled as both men sat quietly in the calm room.
Deep inside realize never want to be your enemy
Change me, rearrange me, make me your enemy (Yeah)
Deep inside realize never want to be your enemy (Walk away from)
Change me, rearrange me, make me your enemy (Enemy, yeah)Deep inside realize never want to be your enemy (Walk away from)
Change me, rearrange me, make me your enemy, your enemy
I never set out to be anyone’s enemy. Even the most evil of people don’t set out with that goal. Somewhere in their minds they are doing the right thing. But the wars of the world are not written by those that lose, they are written by the winners, and the winners always paint themselves as the good guys. Someone once said a hero is only as good as the villain, and a story is only good as the antagonist, the reality is someone has to be the antagonist. But every great villain is doing it for a noble reason, one that you can empathize with.
That villain you empathize with didn’t set out to be the bad guy though, he through all of it, through everything he did saw himself as the good guy. The only factor that made him the bad guy, that made him the bad guy was that he lost. You can call them selfish, call them evil, call them just fucked up, it really doesn’t matter at the end of the day. They will never be anything more than your enemy, and you are nothing more than the same for them.
This is the life I have chosen, the road I have walked, the only difference now is I make no resolutions to the man I am. You are my enemy, there is no friendship anymore. I will forever from this day forward walk the world knowing that a knife is only a few short seconds from being plunged into my back. There is no wool over my eyes, no false hopes. You are all capable of it, and therefore are all my enemy. I have given you all the chance to walk away, you chose your own path.
Some sick form of destiny has brought me back to the NEW, but there is no empathy in my heart, no sympathy for those around me. Johnny and I will climb into that ring for the 100th time, two men asked to show the world the greatest show they could ever imagine. This show isn’t for you, it isn’t for the fans. This match is for a man that can’t let his pride go, that can’t accept that maybe his time has come and gone, that his company has long outlived its prime. Sure he wants to fill it with the best up and comers he can find, but at the end of the day he needs old guys to carry his show.
So why am I back you ask? Because a contract is a contract. Why is Johnny back? Because all he cares about is his vain desire in this world. He wants that world title more than a toddler wants a piece of candy. He can’t live without it. It’s like a drug for him, he can’t stand not having some form of physical validation, whether that be a fancy belt that he puts around his waist, or a trophy he can hold over his head.
Johnny measures himself by his accomplishments and nothing else. He could be married to the most beautiful woman in the world, and the happiness that being married to her won’t matter. All that matters to him is that his wife is hotter than yours, that her ass is more round and firm, that her tits are bigger and bouncier. That is the measure of his worth, not a sense of self pride or personal accomplishment. No for Johnny it's about things, about trophies, about feeling superior in every way that he can.
That is probably what makes beating Johnny feel so good. Not that you beat a great wrestler, but you get the joy of depriving a raving 12 year old with Tourette Syndrome their scoop of ice cream. While that may seem cruel, you know deep down inside there is a part of you that smiled, that chuckled at the very thought. Not because you are eternally bad, but because you know it’s true, you know that Johnny is a lost toddler searching for meaning in his life.
So if I have to be back, have to return, why not Johnny, why not one more round? I’ll tell you why, because as much as I like beating on inferior members of this species, it gets old after a while. There are only so many times you can ride the same roller coaster before it just gets boring. Adrenaline junkies push to take their excitement level to new extremes, not because they are crazy, but because they need the rush, and the only way to achieve the same level is by getting even riskier.
Drug addicts have to increase their dose because doing the same amount as the time before doesn’t get you as high. That’s how it feels beating Johnny Stylez over and over. Each time you do it the shine wears off, it becomes less impressive and less gratifying. But not for Johnny, every time he accomplishes anything it’s like his first time. Maybe that is a blessing for him, or maybe it’s why after all these years, all these victories and everything he has accomplished, he still needs this company, still needs the belt to feel validated.
Who knows at this point. Maybe I have over analyzed this, or overthought all of it. Shit you probably don’t even understand any of it. That has been a problem I have had in the past, either way it really doesn’t fucking matter. I am only here to make good on my contract. There is nothing else in it for me. Beating Johnny again has as much value to me as that penny you tossed out the window the other day. But nonetheless I will do what I must, and prove to you what you should already know, and what Johnny already knows. I am the best in this business, I always have been, and I always will be.
I walk the
High road away from you
God knows what I've been through
This is the life I have, this is the life I choose
I walked away, the high road away from you
Walk away, walk away, you made an enemy