One Last Time?

I can’t say I didn’t see all of this coming. It’s obvious that I’m the last person the people want to see with the American Dream Championship, so once again, who do I face for it? Maybe someone new? Someone that hasn’t had a shot at it before? A fresh challenger for me to drive into the mat? Nope. Guess who’s back. Nobi. Every time he’s had a chance to take this championship, whether it be against me or a champion of the past, he’s fucking failed. Against me personally, he can’t win, no matter how many chances he gets served on a silver platter. Do they really think that this time will be any different? They can bitch about interference and run-ins, but they’re all within the rules of the match. I did nothing wrong, and I’ll continue to do nothing wrong. If Nobi can’t wrestle within the rules of a match he’s so desperate to be in, that’s his own problem. I don’t know what they expect to happen when they make these matches happen. A vote? We all knew what was going to be put on the line? Not letting us fight before the match? Brawls happen all the time in this company and these idiots don’t lift a finger. Besides, their golden boy can benefit from getting one over on me. And the actual match is nothing different. Nothing special. Nothing to stop me from doing what I always do. And we all know what happens when I’m allowed to do whatever the fuck I want. Nobi’s never been able to beat me. The only thing he has is small victories he can bring up before the next beating begins. He’s never been able to stop me from retaining, but giving him chance after chance will work this time? Maybe in a parallel universe.

Nobi, the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, and expecting a different result. Are you insane? I certainly think you are. Time and time again, you’ve tried to take this championship away from me, and you choked those opportunities away every single time. You might say that’s because of factors outside of your control, but the fact that you didn’t plan for it is your fault. Each and every time, you did nothing to try and prevent what anyone with eyes should’ve known was coming. You know who’s getting involved. You know how the match is going to go, but yet you don’t do anything to stop it. This repetitive behaviour won’t get you anywhere. It won’t get you to a title. It won’t get you a win over me. It’ll only bring you suffering and disappointment. This should’ve stopped after the second title shot, but it didn’t. They’re enabling this maniacal behaviour because it brings in the views. It brings in the dollars of the uneducated masses that think this is the one. This is the match that Nobi finally wins for some unimaginable reason. They all clamour into the arena to watch you lose again, and it brings in the money. It’s pathetic. Maybe in your mind, you think you deserve this. Maybe you think that me playing by the rules just isn’t good enough and you deserve a fair fight in a division where there’s no such thing as fair. Everything’s coming up right for you, isn’t it? Finally, after all the bullshit thrown at you, you’re getting another chance of winning what you deserve. Sure, there might be nothing stopping the same shit from happening again, but surely it won’t, right? Surely, everything will go right this time. It was meant to be. Hollywood Nobi has to come out on top someday, and that day is Death Sentence. You’re delusional. This isn’t one of your shitty movies. This is the real world, and sometimes the bad guys win. The bad guys have been winning all along, and guess what? It’ll happen again.

This can’t go on. I can’t keep kicking the shit out of you, title match after title match. It gets dry. When I won this title, I set out to wipe the stench of the previous champion off of it, but all I’ve done is beat up an old man and destroy you. I thought the last match would be the end of it, but it was clearly not. I set out to send challenger after challenger packing, to defend this championship against the best, and all I get is you. You’re not on my level. You’ll never be at my level, and yet, the man I can’t get away from is you. Every time I beat you, you just come back and they all allow it. Nobody else seems to want to contest your constant presence in my division. They’re content to watch you take every opportunity while the rest of the roster wastes away. My reign has been going on for months, and the only challenger has been your sorry ass. Doing the same song and dance and expecting a different result. And when I break your body one more time, you’ll still have another title shot to throw into the trash. Always in the title picture, but never able to win the big one. There has to be a reason for it. It’s been said over and over again, you’re simply not good enough. They all want you to be the guy, but the only thing on that level is your popularity. That’s why you’re put in these positions. But when they can’t help you anymore and you can only rely on yourself, you fall apart like wet tissue paper. We’ve seen it time and time again, but I never get tired of it. I might not get tired of it, but I realize that I have to move on. I had to move on a long time ago, but we’re still doing this shit. Does it end at Death Sentence? I don’t fucking know. But what I do know is that the only person leaving with the American Dream Championship is me.

As much as you’ve convinced yourself and the audience that you’re the hero, you’re doing more harm than you are good. You’re taking opportunities away from the rest of the roster because you just can’t get it done. You can’t win, so you beg for another match. And another. And another. While everyone else hungry for a title shot has to watch you fail again. How would you feel if it was someone else? If someone else on the roster got title shot after title shot served to them on a silver platter while you had to work for just one in a cesspool like Carnival Carnage. All that pain, all that suffering, to earn just one of the things that have just been handed out to that person. And that person is you. You’re supposed to be the hero, Nobi. You’ve heard the cheers, you’ve heard the praise showered upon you. But you might be the greediest fucking person I’ve ever seen in my life. The only person I’ve been hurting lately is you, but you’ve been hurting Wrestleworld as a whole. Don’t you feel ashamed of yourself? Out of the two of us, you should be the better man morally, but you don’t seem to feel ashamed of anything. You seem to be proud because you think that you deserve what the rest of the roster has been deprived of. Your best chance to win this title was way back in the Elimination Chamber, because you’ll never be able to beat me one-on-one. We all know this. There’s evidence of this everywhere you fucking look. You’ve taken your shot at me and missed every single time. And still, you want more. You want chance after chance without changing anything about yourself because obviously you can’t be the problem, right? It has to be someone else. Anyone else. Anyone’s fault but your own, because you’re just that perfect.

But not perfect enough.

I’m surprised nobody’s confronted you about it before me. Maybe because they’re afraid of upsetting someone as fragile as you. Maybe it’s because they think your presence in the title picture will be over soon and they don’t want to jinx it. But whatever it is, we all know what you’ve done. You’re a plague that’s infected my title reign for too long, and even I can’t promise that I’ll put an end to it. I don’t know how many times I have to beat you for you to fuck off and move on to more winnable things. This has to end, Nobi. You could fight anyone else on the roster and have a chance at winning, but against me, nothing’s going to happen but the same old shit. We saw it in that ladder match. You climbed the ladder and took the Ruby Briefcase, and it only took you one try. No pathetic rematches. No do-overs. One match was all it took. But against me, you have to rely on all of that but still can’t win. Haven’t you taken the hint by now? You could do anything you want except win a singles match against me, but that’s the only thing you want to do. Insanity. What a waste of your career. What are you going to think of when you look back at this stage of your career? Getting the shit kicked out of you by me when you could’ve been doing so many other things? Will you look back at the small victories with pride? Maybe you will, but the world will know who truly won. It’s pathetic that this match is even happening. You know that, right? You shouldn’t have been put anywhere near a title after the first failure, but you’re still here. Think of all the people that I could be facing at Death Sentence instead. Instead of you again. Think of the potential you’re taking away from the rest of the roster. All so you can posture around and eat a pin at the end, whining about the same bullshit you did nothing to prevent.

I’m going to rip your fucking head off. Anyone that steps in the ring with me runs that risk, but you’ve given me a lot of reasons to make it happen. You’ll complain about the lengths I go to, the resources at my disposal that I use, but you’ll do it from a fucking hospital bed. Everything is a fair fight when there are no rules. When will that little fact get in your head? Shouldn’t you know this shit by now? Every time I beat you with this title on the line, I’ve never been disqualified. I’ve never broken a single rule because there aren’t any. I have done absolutely nothing wrong to retain or win this title, but you still have a problem with it because you’re too stupid to comprehend how these matches work. Luckily, your opinion doesn’t matter. You’ve been lucky in too many ways to count. I’ve been doing what’s necessary to retain. But when I get my hands on you at Death Sentence, I’ll make you feel the pain you’ve been inflicting upon the Wrestleworld roster. You can’t beat me for a reason, and it’s because I’m superior to you in every fucking way. I used to relent when the match was over. I let you bitch away and enjoyed my win. But not anymore. Trust me, you’ll still have many reasons to complain. Maybe it’ll even get you another match without having to use your briefcase, but the same thing will happen. I’m tired of you muddling up my reign. I’ll put this shit to an end, and I’ll do it by making sure you’re not fit to wrestle anyone anytime soon.

I’ll be doing everyone a favor. They might boo me, they might curse me, but they’ll be the ones benefiting from you being taken out of action. Wrestleworld is better without you in it, Nobi. Everything is better. People get more opportunities, the title picture is more diverse, and nobody has to deal with your childish behaviour anymore. Go make a movie. Go take a break. Nobody gives a shit what you do with yourself as long as you’re not taking up space on the roster, and I’m about to remove you from it by force. You somehow managed to get the people to like you, but we’ll all be better off when you’re gone. I’ll give you one thing. You know how to get the people behind you, but I don’t know if that’s a credit to your skill, or their stupidity. You’ve managed to convince them that you’re a good person. That you deserve the championship that’s worn around my waist when the truth is far from it. They don’t know how wrong they are because you’ve deceived everyone around you. If I didn’t know when to quit, I would be booed out of the fucking building. But not you, Nobi. Despite you not deserving a single thing you’ve been giving, you still get the roars of applause, the endless praise, but none of that will help you in the ring with me. It won’t protect you from me when I rip you to shreds.

I'm the one they should be cheering for. I'm the only man on this roster that does what needs to be done. Everyone else pussyfoots around the idea of fairness when it doesn't exist. They try to play by the rules. They tried to win only by themselves when they didn't have to. If they used everything at their disposal, maybe they would actually win something. I certainly do. Using everything at my disposal took me all the way to this championship. And it'll carry me past you for what, the third, fourth time? I think we're looking at a pattern. There's something I've been doing and something he hasn't been doing. And look who's been winning every single fucking match. You don't have the stomach for it. You're clinging on to the idea that there's such a thing as honor in this division. There's such a thing as holding back. I've never held back against anyone and if it means that I compromise your little morals to pick up a win, so be it. Whatever it takes means that if there is a way to win, I take it. Can you say the same? You might think you can, but if it's taken you a million tries to do it, you can. You never will. As long as I'm here to stop you, you'll never take this championship away from me. There's nothing stopping you from doing the same things that I do except your own pathetic mind. You won't allow yourself to get on my level and you wonder why you just can't beat me. There's nothing stopping you from hiring your own people, going to the same lengths that I do, but you just won't. Who's to blame for that? Me? Fuck no.

The only person to blame for your failures is yourself. And instead of moving on and accepting that sad little fact of life, you go back to the same moment and expect something different to happen. You return to the scene of your failures and expect to succeed. You expect something new to happen when you do the exact same fucking thing over and over again. And what do I do? I do what works because I know you'll never change. And I win. I keep winning and you can't accept the fact that I'm better than you. I always will be. You could move on and go after more manageable achievements, but you choose to keep taking your losses. To keep giving yourself false hope after false hope only for me to dash it away every single time. Doesn't this shit get old? It certainly does for me. You take a beating and you pop right back up for the next one. And that's not an admirable trait. An admirable trait is not being in that position, to begin with. I would never allow someone to beat me this badly and this often and just come back for more. I have too much self respect for that and it’s clear that you don’t.

I’ve been ‘sentenced’ to another match against you, but do they really think that’s something shocking to me? That’s something for me to dread? That’s something to be scared about when I’ve done this thing a million times? Nobi, if I was scared of you, I would’ve let you take the title a long fucking time ago. I’m not, and I never will be. You might have convinced yourself that I am to bring back that false sense of confidence that’s never helped you before. That false bravado that reassures you that all you’re doing is putting a coward in his place. The confidence that won’t help you against me. I will admit that it would’ve been nice to have a chance at another belt in my pocket or watch you shave your head and fuck up your future movies. But I know the voters would never allow that to happen so I’ll settle for keeping this championship around my waist. They might have given you a chance to take it, but you’ve already had so many. Another one to fail doesn’t mean shit to me. I haven’t exactly made myself popular with the audience, and I guess I was punished for it. But in the end, it won’t matter. We’ll be in the exact same place, with me standing tall, and you punching the air, wondering what went wrong this time.

It’s you. It was always you.

One more match doesn’t do anything for you, Nobi. The exact same things will happen. The same moves, the same counters, and the same result. You say you want nothing more but to win, but you’re doing nothing to change what isn’t working. At Death Sentence, I’ll drive another nail into the end of your career, and there’s nothing you can do about it until the next time you beg for yet another match.

You’re a dead man walking.