Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2016 6:20:22 GMT
The first time my esteemed opponent this week went before the cameras to promote our match, if you can call what he did promotion, he was of the opinion that the best way to get people talking that match was to get all nostalgic about where he was & what he was doing three years ago, giving us the 'Behind The Music' voice-over treatment about his relationship with the talent and the management of some other company. Yeah, I get that there was actually a point there that it might seem like I'm missing. I'm not. I'm just not that impressed by the 'boy who wished for a real fight only to not know how to promote it when he got it' story. I won't mention the company he was talking about, but I know this: My name is Caite Blackbird & this is Engage Wrestling. I'm not Matt Ford or Simon Swinger. I'm not Eden Black. I'm the professional fighter that you are getting into the ring with next, Lex... and your first shot out of the gate, you couldn't even show me the respect of saying my name? Not once?
Fuck that. I'm out here trying to sell our match & you were busy taking a trip down memory lane, or at the very least taking the longest, most boring route towards getting to 'All I've ever wanted was a real challenge'. Well, congrats, Lex. You've got it now & it's a challenge that you're simply not up for. I AM stronger & faster, I have better wrestling technique & more lethal striking, and physically, I'm just an all-around better athlete. All of which, you've simply chosen to accept as fact, the smartest thing you've done all week, to be true. And seemingly forgotten in your trip down memory lane? The fact that I've been doing this for eight years myself, although I wouldn't presume to bore the Engage fans with a list of who I've beaten in other promotions or conversations I've had with other promoters.
It was so self-indulgent, so... masturbatory... that I was about to scream: "Over here Lex, focus!", because this isn't three years ago, this is the here & now. This is Engage. Your petty reminiscences won't serve you at all here. It won't, as these promo opportunities are meant to do, excite the Engage fans, get them talking about our match, get them to buy tickets and put their asses in seats, as a scarlet-haired friend of yours might famously say. But just as I was about to say all that, Lex seeming woke up from his trance & suddenly decided that he DID want to hold up his contractual obligation to promote this match by... well, y'know... ACTUALLY talking about the match. Frankly, I was stunned.
But here's the thing, Lex... You'd already disrespected me. You, like Keegan Ryan before you, picked the one person on the Engage roster who doesn't give a flying fuck about the money or the glory or the gold... the one who just wants to be properly respected, and you choose to ignore her. You choose to focus on nothing but your past when you should have been focused on nothing but me. And so you can wear the cape of 'Living In The Moment' now if you want, but it's far too little, far too late, it's far too hypocritical, and frankly, the damage has already been done.
Oh, and how's that anxiety doing now, boyo?
Yeah Lex. I remember. I remember back in 2009 when you had social anxiety so thick that you could barely even speak to a crowd, could barely even speak into a camera. Sure, you've mustered up a little bravado since the Elite Wrestling Champions days, but then again, you still record your promos as faceless voice-overs, so how far have you really come? And that's the difference between us Lex... the one difference that really matters. Because even looking past the fact that I'm better than you across the board, a fact you don't even try to dispute... I've never once doubted myself. Even when all my fans turned their backs on me when I came here to Engage, my confidence, steadfast and unwavering, has never left me. I'm not begging to be seen, Lex. I'm demanding the respect that I've earned.
But you like being ignored, don't you Lex? You don't want them to see you, don't want those eyes on you. That 'social anxiety' still lives in you, although on the streets of Belfast & the basement fight clubs of New York, we just call it fear. Well, I'll make you a deal, Collins. One more big marquee fight in front of that public you fear to face. Then, after I beat you, you have my permission to fade into the shadows.
Forever.
