Post by James Edwards on Feb 15, 2017 2:28:34 GMT
There isn’t much time to sulk, he has a flight to catch. He’d rather not film this but the company asked him too and being a good employee is all he has after tonight’s humiliation.
“I ain’t lost like that in a long time. I learn from gettin’ beat, always have. I rebound and get better, always have. Not this time...not this fuckin’ time.
I don’t fuckin’ whiff against assholes like Reigner. I knock their goddamn teeth out. I teach em’ to watch what they say. They don’t have a step on me. They don’t put me down. Except this time they...he...did.
I was self-fufillin’ prophecy. I kept goin’ in again and again, lookin’ for the big hit. He had an answer every time. Let me wear myself out…
All that talk about humility and I’m the one sittin’ here like an ass. No belt and no pride. Just learnin’ lessons and I’ve been around this sport long enough to know those are shit. You win or you get nothin’.
I mean what the fuck do I do now? The entire company saw how to beat me tonight. It ain’t gonna be easy to get back to where I want, another shot at that bastard. I’m either gonna eat losses or look like shit in victory. That ain’t gonna make me stand out, just stand in the crowd. Another face, another brick in the wall.
I thought those days were past me. The days of havin’ to scrap to get by. At least back then I had the romantic idea I could climb my way out of the gutter. Not this time. I have no idea what to do, and for the first time in a long time all I see is an empty elevator shaft and the world has me by the shoulders about to push.”
He doesn’t have anything else to say and wants to be left alone. He rudely shoos the camera guy away. It makes him powerful again, just briefly, and then pathetic. He has an entire six hour flight to feel that way to. Fuck.
“I ain’t lost like that in a long time. I learn from gettin’ beat, always have. I rebound and get better, always have. Not this time...not this fuckin’ time.
I don’t fuckin’ whiff against assholes like Reigner. I knock their goddamn teeth out. I teach em’ to watch what they say. They don’t have a step on me. They don’t put me down. Except this time they...he...did.
I was self-fufillin’ prophecy. I kept goin’ in again and again, lookin’ for the big hit. He had an answer every time. Let me wear myself out…
All that talk about humility and I’m the one sittin’ here like an ass. No belt and no pride. Just learnin’ lessons and I’ve been around this sport long enough to know those are shit. You win or you get nothin’.
I mean what the fuck do I do now? The entire company saw how to beat me tonight. It ain’t gonna be easy to get back to where I want, another shot at that bastard. I’m either gonna eat losses or look like shit in victory. That ain’t gonna make me stand out, just stand in the crowd. Another face, another brick in the wall.
I thought those days were past me. The days of havin’ to scrap to get by. At least back then I had the romantic idea I could climb my way out of the gutter. Not this time. I have no idea what to do, and for the first time in a long time all I see is an empty elevator shaft and the world has me by the shoulders about to push.”
He doesn’t have anything else to say and wants to be left alone. He rudely shoos the camera guy away. It makes him powerful again, just briefly, and then pathetic. He has an entire six hour flight to feel that way to. Fuck.
