Becoming a Legend: The Sacrifices To Do So
Feb 25, 2024 19:20:45 GMT -6
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Post by Alan Envy on Feb 25, 2024 19:20:45 GMT -6
We can just skip through the history lesson. I don’t really need to go into detail again that Tension in Texas and NEW is taking place in Fort Worth, Texas and that is my hometown. It’s well documented what the name Alan or Al Envy, whatever they want to call me, holds in the state of Texas. I have a ton of respect here, for the longest time until last year when the Texas Rangers won the world series which was absolutely fucking amazing me being a lifelong fan who held season tickets for years I was the only champion that North Texas in particular could call their own. Hell, the state of Texas could call their own because fuck the Astros and their cheating asses. But nonetheless, Alan Envy, me, is a legendary figure in the state of Texas, and that is something the New Edge Wrestling fans, and those who have worked in New Edge Wrestling, fully understand.
Me being the legend that others have called me not myself, My days leading up to Tension in Texas ever since it was announced, even before Seth Iser made the challenge recently on Ignite, was already full of requests, interviews, and appearances scheduled to make. All because it's Texas, most notably my hometown, and Alan Envy. Here when they think NEW they don’t think of Jesse Styles, or Blair Buchannan, Johnny Stylez, Hunter Valentyne or Seth Iser. They remember the very 1st Tension in Texas at then known as Cowboys Stadium and over 100,000 people all witnessing me beating Johnny Stylez for the NEW World Heavyweight Championship, a moment NEW forgot during their little Tension in Texas recap failed to showcase.
It is something hard to believe isn’t it? How I’ve been getting more respect lately from a guy like Seth Iser instead of NEW management and the marketing department. But I expect that from Jesse Styles and the rest of his cronies? As usual we are going through another era of NEW where it's all about him and his companions. He has the world champion in his back pocket, and he also has Seth Iser, you know the old guard, the same go to mindsets, that could never keep this company afloat in previous NEW incarnations. It’s the same shit with this company and it's like they never fucking learn. Am I the only one of the veterans, or legends that Seth Iser wants to make a derogatory word now that sees the importance of showcasing the new blood we have here? Maybe it's because I am the only one aware of my own mortality, and while I can I want to leave this business that has given me so much in good hands for when I would have to walk away. That is the same mindset all of us veterans, or legends, just to piss Seth off more since he doesn’t like that word.
But in the eyes of Jesse Styles NEW needs The Business. Even though The Business usually leads the actual business to go out of business.
Sure, you can call me a hypocrite saying well weren’t you in the cRu I’m fine with that because that's exactly when anyone who disagrees with me would say. I admit I used to be the problem, but I was also young and in my prime and wanted everything pro wrestling could give me, and I sit here a multi millionaire on the verge of ending my career within the next few years and being able to do that and not have to resort to having to come back every now and then for a paycheck that diminishes someone’s legacy.
I’m not offended by the word legend like Seth Iser is, who is older than me by the way. I think I’ve earned that moniker. Obviously Seth Iser is offended by the term because in his mind he hasn’t earned it. So he thinks calling me out and facing me will prove something. It doesn’t prove anything to anyone Seth only to yourself. If it takes wrestling me to solidify yourself as the pro wrestler you think you are then maybe you should look back on your career instead and ask yourself why do I feel this way.
The place used to be known as the Texas Hotel and it is the last place John F Kennedy stayed at and made his final public address before heading to Dallas where he was assassinated. I was offered the JFK room because of my status here in Fort Worth but I declined, much to the chagrin of my beautiful fiancee Britney Anders who is visiting Fort Worth along with her man. Once again I was watching Ignite and what Seth Iser said and how he challenged me to the match at Tension in Texas. I have been ignoring my phone where Jesse Styles has tried calling me three times, and I saw voicemails were left, but honestly why do I need to listen to him complain about something I don’t care about. So I ignored it. Just then Britney walked in modeling her purchases from Letty’s Western Wear, tight blue jeans, low cut shirt, and a stylish cowboy hat looking as beautiful as she possibly could.
Britney Anders: I make this style look good don’t I? I could get used to this stuff. It's pretty comfortable and not to brag but I make it look really hot.
Alan Envy: You look wonderful honey.
Turning my attention back to Ignite where they started going over Tension in Texas historical moments Britney slapped me on the shoulder.
Britney Anders: I was expecting more than that cowboy!
Hitting pause I look back at her with a look of apology on my face.
Alan Envy: I’m sorry babe, you look absolutely fucking incredible. You really do. I can’t wait to take you to the Stockyards tonight and show them all my Cali girl.
Britney smiles as she wraps her arms around me and plants a soft kiss on my lips. She was another reason why I have decided to wrap up my career. She was another gift professional wrestling has given me due to my contributions to the sport. She was the best thing to ever happen to me. She looked at my tablet screen and rolled her eyes seeing me go through the Tension in Texas historical moments.
Britney Anders: So they don’t put you on the promotional poster then ignore what you did at the very first Tension in Texas where you sold out an 100,000 seat stadium. I’m getting pretty sick of this disrespect they are showing you.
I didn’t respond to her as she started massaging my shoulders. Just then my text message alert hit and it was my cousin Valerie, giving me the time she was going to be at the cemetery.
Alan Envy: I shouldn’t be wrestling Seh Iser because he has something to prove to himself. These are the kind of spots someone like Rayven Hardy or Bianca Davis needs to be in. You know the type that will one day be in the position a guy like me or Iser are in right now where we are looked upon as leaders and respected?
Britney Anders: I really don’t like either, especially Rayven the privileged little twerp, but I understand where you’re coming from. Besides I already have beaten you before so you kind of passed the torch to me right?
She laughed as Envy smiled, kissing the back of her hand. Britney looked at his phone seeing the message on his phone.
Britney Anders: So you’re going through with it? Going to pay your respects to your Uncle?
The past September I lost my Uncle Clyde to a stroke and wasn’t invited to the funeral. Matter of fact it was because everyone thought I would bring unwanted attention because of who I was, which I agreed to. You don’t want to hog the spotlight from the deceased like it would be your choice too right? Like I would just seek the attention he solely deserved at that moment But honestly I knew better. It was because my cousin Chris is a dickhead who’s been jealous of me ever since I was a baby.It was his time finally to have the spotlight since he was the one that organized the funeral and was my Uncle’s power of attorney. Definitely don’t need my more famous cousin I’ve resented since we were 7 years old to take the attention off of me even if he and my Dad were close.
Alan Envy: Yeah, something I need to do. He’s buried where my grandpa is also.
Britney Anders, well aware of my beef with my cousin, leans over putting her cheek on my shoulder.
Britney Anders: What if he shows up? Are you going to behave? Do you need me to come?
Alan Envy: Why so he can give you the stink eye and flirt with you? No…I won’t be gone long. You’re going to need your rest for tonight if you know what I mean. I’m going to take you everywhere and there will be some dancing, and if I play my cards right some other activities when we get back here tonight.
Britney Anders kisses me again more sensually this time. She pulls back with love I have never seen directed towards me through her eyes before. Real love, not the kind of love to get something they wanted out of me.
Britney Anders: Saddle up slick….
The drive to Bluebonnet Hills in Grapevine, Texas was quite enjoyable. The bitch that is Fort Worth, Texas traffic was nice and smooth. The entire drive Seth Iser’s words rang through my head. In his mind what Seth said…. “I resent that term, and fuck you for calling me that”. Replayed over and over again. He wants to prove to himself and the world he is the better wrestler yet wants to murder me? Didn’t sound like a wrestler to me, sounded like the old monster he has worked to try and suppress for so many years now.
But right now I was making my right turn into the cemetery and drove right past where my grandpa was buried. I stopped the car and looked towards his marker and gave a deep breath. Promising myself before I left to go back to California after the show I would come back with Britney. I continued towards the rear of the cemetery, the newer section that ran across Mid Cities Boulevard. I saw my cousin's SUV parked and a group gathered. One of them turned and saw me pulling up. After she said something they all looked my way. My cousin walked forward as I stepped out of my truck, her mouth covered with her hands, tears streaming down her face.
We embraced tightly, she gave herself a good cry because it was the first time seeing each other in 3 years. Slowly the rest of her family, her daughters, husband, and……well I be damned he decided to come.
She let go as Chris faced me. Shockingly he started crying too and we embraced. It was just as long of one as Valerie and I had. He finally stopped crying as after a few quick hugs from their kids, happy to see their cousin they looked up to as another Uncle Valerie took my hand and we all went up to the gravesite, the marker freshly placed. We stood there in a moment of silence as memories of my Uncle flooded my mind.
The time we went to Winstar Casino in Oklahoma and got diarrhea on the way back home from eating hamburgers at a gas station with a grill in it that made amazing hamburgers.
When I was little he took me to McDonalds.
Being at his house the first time I played Sega Master System.
The time he held me when I was crying uncontrollably in my grandfather’s den when he died when I was 11 years old, one week before my 12th birthday.
The time we got into a fight with two drunks at a bar in the Stockyards because one of them hit on my cousin and pushed her away when she told them no thanks.
The day HE took me to wrestling school the very first day because my Father disapproved of my chosen career path, and that wrestling school was located in the cattle barns, 300 yards away from Dickies Arena.
Him being in the front row at Will Rogers Coliseum for my first match, which is directly next to the cattle barns where I trained that is across the street from Dickies Arena.
The time I surprised him at the rest home and he introduced me to everyone in that place as his legendary nephew.
It all hit me, and I shed a tear. Then I got mad at myself. I should have been here for the funeral. I wasn’t at my dad’s or my grandma’s. I didn’t even have time to grieve for my mom, all because I was pursuing to become the best at my career, to earn that legend title. Valerie read my mind and wrapped her arms around my waist and laid her head on my shoulder.
Valerie: He knew that you loved him, he knew why you decided to not come. You honored our wishes, and I know it hurt you to do so.
I looked at Chris who turned away but I could feel his guilt. After a few moments, he looked at me.
Alan Envy: You know he didn’t miss one time seeing you on TV when you were on. He said all the time there's Hoot.
I laughed as I remembered that was his nickname for me. All I had sacrificed in the name of becoming that legend. Maybe Seth Iser has a point. Is that word worth earning, or does it mean anything?
Alan Envy: I’m sorry. I should have done more.
Valerie turned my head towards her.
Valerie: There is no one more proud of you than we were, or Aunt Pat, Uncle Dan, or Nanny, or Dad. You didn’t sacrifice anything, we knew you loved us hell you were always there to send us anything we needed. Please remember that.
I was trying too but I still had guilt. After about 45 minutes we all departed, promising to keep in touch and to see each other for Christmas. I started driving back to the Texas Hotel aka Texas Hilton now, and I'd be a son of a bitch if there isn’t traffic now.
That promo Seth Iser cut….everything he said. He and I had a separate reason why he thought we shouldn’t be called legends. This is because he isn’t ready to accept the fact that his time in the ring is drawing near and now wants to be the pro wrestler he should be instead of the monster he once was. As for me, my reasoning is the sacrifices I made to earn that legend title. All the birthdays, funerals, and family time missed, all to pursue the title of being the best. But then again ... what was the point if I didn’t accomplish what I set to do by making those sacrifices?
That's when it hit me, they weren’t worth doing even if I did become the best as I sat out to do, but by God I wasn’t going to be insulted for not being called a legend. I have fucking earned that title because of what I had to sacrifice, my time putting on the best possible matches, and the time I have trained and given my knowledge to the future of this business. I earned the moniker from all of these kids and fans that have supported me throughout all these years and who the fuck am I, or Seth Iser for that matter, to tell them to not call us that.
Seth Iser said he respects me, and I do him. But right now even though I do respect him that doesn’t mean I particularly care for him. He said in his little speech last week “I’m Seth Iser, a man who as part of the business will usher in a new golden era of professional wrestling.” I have a huge problem with that Seth, because you won’t do that and neither will I. It's guys and gals like Andrew Garrison and Rayven Hardy that will do that, and the only thing The Business will usher in is another bankruptcy for NEW.
You also said you wanted to kick my as all over the State of Texas and you are best fighting within my comfort zone. You see Seth. This isn’t my comfort zone, this is the place that fucking made and shaped the man that you are standing across from the ring on Monday night February 26th. I am Fort Worth, Texas, Fort Worth, Texas is in me! You probably have excelled in other guys' or gals' comfort zones?
You say don’t bring the legend but bring the man hungry to excel even more even at his peak. I’ll do you one better Deity of Destruction, I’m going to bring the Show Stealer. You remember him right? The guy that NEW through Blair and Val’s bullshit conveniently didn’t showcase him beating Johnny Stylez in front of 100,000 fans at the first Tension in Texas, the guy that did revolutionize the Trans Atlantic championship, and I am the guy who as my gift back to this sport is going to set up its future the best way possible, ensuring guys like you don’t hold them down any longer.
But I am going to ask you in return, since you got the Showstealer to come back out, if you bring the new Seth Iser Mr Wrestling to this battle and not the Deity of Destruction then it's going to be a short night. You can’t go hold for hold with me, and I am not going to be your jump off point on your delusional beginning of the new golden era with you and The Business at the head of the table.
It's one thing to wrestle Alan Envy, but it's survival if you choose to wrestle the Show Stealer in Fort Worth, Texas!
And just for old times sake…I am the Showstealer Al Envy, and I am…..
This is for you Fort Worth…..
Me being the legend that others have called me not myself, My days leading up to Tension in Texas ever since it was announced, even before Seth Iser made the challenge recently on Ignite, was already full of requests, interviews, and appearances scheduled to make. All because it's Texas, most notably my hometown, and Alan Envy. Here when they think NEW they don’t think of Jesse Styles, or Blair Buchannan, Johnny Stylez, Hunter Valentyne or Seth Iser. They remember the very 1st Tension in Texas at then known as Cowboys Stadium and over 100,000 people all witnessing me beating Johnny Stylez for the NEW World Heavyweight Championship, a moment NEW forgot during their little Tension in Texas recap failed to showcase.
It is something hard to believe isn’t it? How I’ve been getting more respect lately from a guy like Seth Iser instead of NEW management and the marketing department. But I expect that from Jesse Styles and the rest of his cronies? As usual we are going through another era of NEW where it's all about him and his companions. He has the world champion in his back pocket, and he also has Seth Iser, you know the old guard, the same go to mindsets, that could never keep this company afloat in previous NEW incarnations. It’s the same shit with this company and it's like they never fucking learn. Am I the only one of the veterans, or legends that Seth Iser wants to make a derogatory word now that sees the importance of showcasing the new blood we have here? Maybe it's because I am the only one aware of my own mortality, and while I can I want to leave this business that has given me so much in good hands for when I would have to walk away. That is the same mindset all of us veterans, or legends, just to piss Seth off more since he doesn’t like that word.
But in the eyes of Jesse Styles NEW needs The Business. Even though The Business usually leads the actual business to go out of business.
Sure, you can call me a hypocrite saying well weren’t you in the cRu I’m fine with that because that's exactly when anyone who disagrees with me would say. I admit I used to be the problem, but I was also young and in my prime and wanted everything pro wrestling could give me, and I sit here a multi millionaire on the verge of ending my career within the next few years and being able to do that and not have to resort to having to come back every now and then for a paycheck that diminishes someone’s legacy.
I’m not offended by the word legend like Seth Iser is, who is older than me by the way. I think I’ve earned that moniker. Obviously Seth Iser is offended by the term because in his mind he hasn’t earned it. So he thinks calling me out and facing me will prove something. It doesn’t prove anything to anyone Seth only to yourself. If it takes wrestling me to solidify yourself as the pro wrestler you think you are then maybe you should look back on your career instead and ask yourself why do I feel this way.
The place used to be known as the Texas Hotel and it is the last place John F Kennedy stayed at and made his final public address before heading to Dallas where he was assassinated. I was offered the JFK room because of my status here in Fort Worth but I declined, much to the chagrin of my beautiful fiancee Britney Anders who is visiting Fort Worth along with her man. Once again I was watching Ignite and what Seth Iser said and how he challenged me to the match at Tension in Texas. I have been ignoring my phone where Jesse Styles has tried calling me three times, and I saw voicemails were left, but honestly why do I need to listen to him complain about something I don’t care about. So I ignored it. Just then Britney walked in modeling her purchases from Letty’s Western Wear, tight blue jeans, low cut shirt, and a stylish cowboy hat looking as beautiful as she possibly could.
Britney Anders: I make this style look good don’t I? I could get used to this stuff. It's pretty comfortable and not to brag but I make it look really hot.
Alan Envy: You look wonderful honey.
Turning my attention back to Ignite where they started going over Tension in Texas historical moments Britney slapped me on the shoulder.
Britney Anders: I was expecting more than that cowboy!
Hitting pause I look back at her with a look of apology on my face.
Alan Envy: I’m sorry babe, you look absolutely fucking incredible. You really do. I can’t wait to take you to the Stockyards tonight and show them all my Cali girl.
Britney smiles as she wraps her arms around me and plants a soft kiss on my lips. She was another reason why I have decided to wrap up my career. She was another gift professional wrestling has given me due to my contributions to the sport. She was the best thing to ever happen to me. She looked at my tablet screen and rolled her eyes seeing me go through the Tension in Texas historical moments.
Britney Anders: So they don’t put you on the promotional poster then ignore what you did at the very first Tension in Texas where you sold out an 100,000 seat stadium. I’m getting pretty sick of this disrespect they are showing you.
I didn’t respond to her as she started massaging my shoulders. Just then my text message alert hit and it was my cousin Valerie, giving me the time she was going to be at the cemetery.
Alan Envy: I shouldn’t be wrestling Seh Iser because he has something to prove to himself. These are the kind of spots someone like Rayven Hardy or Bianca Davis needs to be in. You know the type that will one day be in the position a guy like me or Iser are in right now where we are looked upon as leaders and respected?
Britney Anders: I really don’t like either, especially Rayven the privileged little twerp, but I understand where you’re coming from. Besides I already have beaten you before so you kind of passed the torch to me right?
She laughed as Envy smiled, kissing the back of her hand. Britney looked at his phone seeing the message on his phone.
Britney Anders: So you’re going through with it? Going to pay your respects to your Uncle?
The past September I lost my Uncle Clyde to a stroke and wasn’t invited to the funeral. Matter of fact it was because everyone thought I would bring unwanted attention because of who I was, which I agreed to. You don’t want to hog the spotlight from the deceased like it would be your choice too right? Like I would just seek the attention he solely deserved at that moment But honestly I knew better. It was because my cousin Chris is a dickhead who’s been jealous of me ever since I was a baby.It was his time finally to have the spotlight since he was the one that organized the funeral and was my Uncle’s power of attorney. Definitely don’t need my more famous cousin I’ve resented since we were 7 years old to take the attention off of me even if he and my Dad were close.
Alan Envy: Yeah, something I need to do. He’s buried where my grandpa is also.
Britney Anders, well aware of my beef with my cousin, leans over putting her cheek on my shoulder.
Britney Anders: What if he shows up? Are you going to behave? Do you need me to come?
Alan Envy: Why so he can give you the stink eye and flirt with you? No…I won’t be gone long. You’re going to need your rest for tonight if you know what I mean. I’m going to take you everywhere and there will be some dancing, and if I play my cards right some other activities when we get back here tonight.
Britney Anders kisses me again more sensually this time. She pulls back with love I have never seen directed towards me through her eyes before. Real love, not the kind of love to get something they wanted out of me.
Britney Anders: Saddle up slick….
The drive to Bluebonnet Hills in Grapevine, Texas was quite enjoyable. The bitch that is Fort Worth, Texas traffic was nice and smooth. The entire drive Seth Iser’s words rang through my head. In his mind what Seth said…. “I resent that term, and fuck you for calling me that”. Replayed over and over again. He wants to prove to himself and the world he is the better wrestler yet wants to murder me? Didn’t sound like a wrestler to me, sounded like the old monster he has worked to try and suppress for so many years now.
But right now I was making my right turn into the cemetery and drove right past where my grandpa was buried. I stopped the car and looked towards his marker and gave a deep breath. Promising myself before I left to go back to California after the show I would come back with Britney. I continued towards the rear of the cemetery, the newer section that ran across Mid Cities Boulevard. I saw my cousin's SUV parked and a group gathered. One of them turned and saw me pulling up. After she said something they all looked my way. My cousin walked forward as I stepped out of my truck, her mouth covered with her hands, tears streaming down her face.
We embraced tightly, she gave herself a good cry because it was the first time seeing each other in 3 years. Slowly the rest of her family, her daughters, husband, and……well I be damned he decided to come.
She let go as Chris faced me. Shockingly he started crying too and we embraced. It was just as long of one as Valerie and I had. He finally stopped crying as after a few quick hugs from their kids, happy to see their cousin they looked up to as another Uncle Valerie took my hand and we all went up to the gravesite, the marker freshly placed. We stood there in a moment of silence as memories of my Uncle flooded my mind.
The time we went to Winstar Casino in Oklahoma and got diarrhea on the way back home from eating hamburgers at a gas station with a grill in it that made amazing hamburgers.
When I was little he took me to McDonalds.
Being at his house the first time I played Sega Master System.
The time he held me when I was crying uncontrollably in my grandfather’s den when he died when I was 11 years old, one week before my 12th birthday.
The time we got into a fight with two drunks at a bar in the Stockyards because one of them hit on my cousin and pushed her away when she told them no thanks.
The day HE took me to wrestling school the very first day because my Father disapproved of my chosen career path, and that wrestling school was located in the cattle barns, 300 yards away from Dickies Arena.
Him being in the front row at Will Rogers Coliseum for my first match, which is directly next to the cattle barns where I trained that is across the street from Dickies Arena.
The time I surprised him at the rest home and he introduced me to everyone in that place as his legendary nephew.
It all hit me, and I shed a tear. Then I got mad at myself. I should have been here for the funeral. I wasn’t at my dad’s or my grandma’s. I didn’t even have time to grieve for my mom, all because I was pursuing to become the best at my career, to earn that legend title. Valerie read my mind and wrapped her arms around my waist and laid her head on my shoulder.
Valerie: He knew that you loved him, he knew why you decided to not come. You honored our wishes, and I know it hurt you to do so.
I looked at Chris who turned away but I could feel his guilt. After a few moments, he looked at me.
Alan Envy: You know he didn’t miss one time seeing you on TV when you were on. He said all the time there's Hoot.
I laughed as I remembered that was his nickname for me. All I had sacrificed in the name of becoming that legend. Maybe Seth Iser has a point. Is that word worth earning, or does it mean anything?
Alan Envy: I’m sorry. I should have done more.
Valerie turned my head towards her.
Valerie: There is no one more proud of you than we were, or Aunt Pat, Uncle Dan, or Nanny, or Dad. You didn’t sacrifice anything, we knew you loved us hell you were always there to send us anything we needed. Please remember that.
I was trying too but I still had guilt. After about 45 minutes we all departed, promising to keep in touch and to see each other for Christmas. I started driving back to the Texas Hotel aka Texas Hilton now, and I'd be a son of a bitch if there isn’t traffic now.
That promo Seth Iser cut….everything he said. He and I had a separate reason why he thought we shouldn’t be called legends. This is because he isn’t ready to accept the fact that his time in the ring is drawing near and now wants to be the pro wrestler he should be instead of the monster he once was. As for me, my reasoning is the sacrifices I made to earn that legend title. All the birthdays, funerals, and family time missed, all to pursue the title of being the best. But then again ... what was the point if I didn’t accomplish what I set to do by making those sacrifices?
That's when it hit me, they weren’t worth doing even if I did become the best as I sat out to do, but by God I wasn’t going to be insulted for not being called a legend. I have fucking earned that title because of what I had to sacrifice, my time putting on the best possible matches, and the time I have trained and given my knowledge to the future of this business. I earned the moniker from all of these kids and fans that have supported me throughout all these years and who the fuck am I, or Seth Iser for that matter, to tell them to not call us that.
Seth Iser said he respects me, and I do him. But right now even though I do respect him that doesn’t mean I particularly care for him. He said in his little speech last week “I’m Seth Iser, a man who as part of the business will usher in a new golden era of professional wrestling.” I have a huge problem with that Seth, because you won’t do that and neither will I. It's guys and gals like Andrew Garrison and Rayven Hardy that will do that, and the only thing The Business will usher in is another bankruptcy for NEW.
You also said you wanted to kick my as all over the State of Texas and you are best fighting within my comfort zone. You see Seth. This isn’t my comfort zone, this is the place that fucking made and shaped the man that you are standing across from the ring on Monday night February 26th. I am Fort Worth, Texas, Fort Worth, Texas is in me! You probably have excelled in other guys' or gals' comfort zones?
You say don’t bring the legend but bring the man hungry to excel even more even at his peak. I’ll do you one better Deity of Destruction, I’m going to bring the Show Stealer. You remember him right? The guy that NEW through Blair and Val’s bullshit conveniently didn’t showcase him beating Johnny Stylez in front of 100,000 fans at the first Tension in Texas, the guy that did revolutionize the Trans Atlantic championship, and I am the guy who as my gift back to this sport is going to set up its future the best way possible, ensuring guys like you don’t hold them down any longer.
But I am going to ask you in return, since you got the Showstealer to come back out, if you bring the new Seth Iser Mr Wrestling to this battle and not the Deity of Destruction then it's going to be a short night. You can’t go hold for hold with me, and I am not going to be your jump off point on your delusional beginning of the new golden era with you and The Business at the head of the table.
It's one thing to wrestle Alan Envy, but it's survival if you choose to wrestle the Show Stealer in Fort Worth, Texas!
And just for old times sake…I am the Showstealer Al Envy, and I am…..
#BETTERTHANU
This is for you Fort Worth…..