"Choose To Live." — Public Execution II.
Apr 14, 2022 20:38:08 GMT -5
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Post by Jason Long on Apr 14, 2022 20:38:08 GMT -5
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It’s weird, isn’t it?
In a way… I didn’t win, but again, I didn’t lose.
I should see it as a good thing, but in reality, I do not see that. I do not see the good in losing that match but not really being the loser of the match, you know? And, maybe that’s me, but I should’ve just won that match instead. I should’ve won the match and I should’ve just taken out Billy instead of…
Mistakes were made, and I see that clear as day, but I cannot keep letting her get the better of me every single time that she’s around me. I cannot let her continue to keep one-upping me through no matter what is put in front of us. She always finds a way to make it happen, and it’s pissing me off greatly, but I just… I seem…
It’s tough, fighting someone that quickly adapts without a moment to debate how to do so. But, at the end of the day, I didn’t lose that – as some people would want to put it – and I should be proud of that. I’m not a winner, nor a loser, so why am I put into a match with the person who did lose that match then? What makes the management of this place think that they’re deemed worthy to be put into the ring with me after what happened? A reward for standing up against some of the best that this roster has, is that what’s going on here? Should someone like Tate Selby be rewarded for good efforts when we’ve been holding the ground for him to walk on for over a year now?
It’s amazing, knowing that Jason and I’s hard work to keep Fallout as a relevant brand has now been shambled to now be rewarding matches for good efforts and letting them fight against the pillar of this brand one more time, to see if they can really stand up for themselves. To make sure that treating them with something that helps make them become the next big thing was a good idea, that’s how things are being run around here, isn’t it?
It’s fuckin’ pathetic.
Tate Selby doesn’t deserve the place he’s in right now, or anywhere right now.
So why do you keep rewarding his efforts?
Feel bad for the little boy, don’t you?
Suckered up to his saddened sob story and hoped that if you keep treating him, he’ll feel better?
Do you think that I want to be here, Tate? Stuck in the middle of everything with you?
Do you think that after everything I’ve been through these past few weeks warrants another match with someone like you, a man who’s barely able to pick himself up whenever he loses and wants to take it out on himself, beating himself up because he feels as if that he’s not done enough? Because, I can reassure you on this one thing, Tate – I shouldn’t be here with you, I shouldn’t be in this match with you, and you shouldn’t be anywhere near me for as long as I am around.
And, I’m not meaning it in any kind of disrespect, Tate.
I know how you’re going to be thinking heading into this match, considering how things went the last time that we shared the ring with one another. I saw how heated you were getting every single time that you looked at me, Tate. I could just see how much fire in your eyes, see how much hatred you had built up deep inside of you when you looked at me, and I just know how much you wanted to put your hands on me—you were hungry, you were passionate on hurting me, you wanted to make me bleed and make me suffer for those comments that I made about you and your father. But– Tate, are you still seeing red or are you finally seeing what’s happened around you?
Aware of the surroundings wrapped around you or are you stuck inside of your own fuckin’ world? The last thing that I want to do is to put down a man whose only desire is to hurt someone, because– I just think you deserve better than that. I mean this out of respect, Tate. Out of the willingness to make you see clearly instead of seeing blood pouring out from someone. I don’t think you’re a very violent man, not at all. I don’t think you’ve got it in you to go too far into things but when I see that fire in your eyes? I see that, but that’s not you, Tate.
Violence, on the level I see in your soul, is not what you are.
That’s not what Tate Selby represents now, is it? Is that what you’re supposed to be all about, bringing that violent hatred into the ring and having the only purpose of just being this angered soul who just wants to maim onto those that he sees fitting of that treatment, is that what you’re supposed to show me and everyone else that you are that? Being the absolute monster that you supposedly are inside of the ring, becoming a untamed beast that shall never be tamed and always angered because of his past, is that what you’re supposed to become?
Is that what makes Tate Selby the man he is? Because I don’t see that, Tate. I see a man who wants to become just like his father, and that – considering what I, and everyone else, knows about your past – is absolutely disgusting, don’t you think?
Make your fuckin’ mind up, Tate.
What are you?
Who are you?
I told you this before, I said this to you before, and I wanted to see if that’ll cause the reaction that I wanted out of you, Tate — and… you gave me what I asked for, Tate. When I felt that anger with every hit you took onto me? I felt what you felt as a child, feeling what made you an insecure little boy, and in that moment that I felt what you felt, Tate? I realised that you’ve become out of control, and that insecure little boy inside of you that’s just desperately wanting the monster to stop cannot fight anymore, and he uses every bit of action and every second of his words to show a side of him that he just doesn’t want to become.
I saw what you tweeted after the match, Tate.
“Time to punish myself and train more.”
Is this how you do it? Fighting the demon within you, trying to make sure it doesn’t gain control again, a moment where you finally saw what you were becoming and you hated what you were becoming – it made you weak, it made you broken, it made you desperate for violence, it made you become the one man that you fuckin’ hate with every fibre of your whole existence. Tate, accept what you are and who you are. I’m not looking to tell you again. I’m not looking to show you again how weak it makes you. If you cannot see that for yourself, my friend, then I have zero faith in what you could become.
I could try to help you, Tate, save you from what you are becoming—but even I know that you are too far gone from being saved from those demons, you are too far gone from slowly becoming the man that beat you for no reason every single day of the week and without a rightful purpose, and even if I did offer my help to you? I know well that you wouldn’t take it up as an offer because you are too full of yourself to take that help from me. You see me as the enemy, you see me as the entity who has harmed everyone in my way, but you know what could put me down – and you’re focused on doing that, you want to be the next person that sends me packing for good for another small while, and maybe then? People will finally look up to you as a ‘hero’ of sorts, right?
That’s it, right?
How wrong you are, Tate.
You’ve opened yourself up to something you cannot come back from, my friend. I wish I could’ve stopped this a whole lot sooner than expected, but it’s like I said… You’re too far gone and I really cannot save you from what you’ve become. I wanted to help you, I really did, but you’ve done this to yourself and there’s nobody to blame on this other than yourself. You could say whatever you want about me and attack me however you’d like… but I will make you see what you are, whether you like it or not, Tate – even if it means bringing you right to death’s door and sending you right back down to where your father is right now, in the darkest pits of fuckin’ hell beside the devil himself.
Do not make me regret what I’m about to do to you.
Do not make me hurt you more than you deserve.
Because, for some reason, I have faith in what you can fight against.
And you’ve got a whole lot left to live for, Tate. So fuckin’ much left.
You deserve better, Tate. But I cannot let you suffer any longer than you should.
So, please… With all due respect, my friend…
Choose to live.
…or die trying to become the man you can never beat, no matter how hard you try.
—
It’s weird, isn’t it?
In a way… I didn’t win, but again, I didn’t lose.
I should see it as a good thing, but in reality, I do not see that. I do not see the good in losing that match but not really being the loser of the match, you know? And, maybe that’s me, but I should’ve just won that match instead. I should’ve won the match and I should’ve just taken out Billy instead of…
Mistakes were made, and I see that clear as day, but I cannot keep letting her get the better of me every single time that she’s around me. I cannot let her continue to keep one-upping me through no matter what is put in front of us. She always finds a way to make it happen, and it’s pissing me off greatly, but I just… I seem…
It’s tough, fighting someone that quickly adapts without a moment to debate how to do so. But, at the end of the day, I didn’t lose that – as some people would want to put it – and I should be proud of that. I’m not a winner, nor a loser, so why am I put into a match with the person who did lose that match then? What makes the management of this place think that they’re deemed worthy to be put into the ring with me after what happened? A reward for standing up against some of the best that this roster has, is that what’s going on here? Should someone like Tate Selby be rewarded for good efforts when we’ve been holding the ground for him to walk on for over a year now?
It’s amazing, knowing that Jason and I’s hard work to keep Fallout as a relevant brand has now been shambled to now be rewarding matches for good efforts and letting them fight against the pillar of this brand one more time, to see if they can really stand up for themselves. To make sure that treating them with something that helps make them become the next big thing was a good idea, that’s how things are being run around here, isn’t it?
It’s fuckin’ pathetic.
Tate Selby doesn’t deserve the place he’s in right now, or anywhere right now.
So why do you keep rewarding his efforts?
Feel bad for the little boy, don’t you?
Suckered up to his saddened sob story and hoped that if you keep treating him, he’ll feel better?
Do you think that I want to be here, Tate? Stuck in the middle of everything with you?
Do you think that after everything I’ve been through these past few weeks warrants another match with someone like you, a man who’s barely able to pick himself up whenever he loses and wants to take it out on himself, beating himself up because he feels as if that he’s not done enough? Because, I can reassure you on this one thing, Tate – I shouldn’t be here with you, I shouldn’t be in this match with you, and you shouldn’t be anywhere near me for as long as I am around.
And, I’m not meaning it in any kind of disrespect, Tate.
I know how you’re going to be thinking heading into this match, considering how things went the last time that we shared the ring with one another. I saw how heated you were getting every single time that you looked at me, Tate. I could just see how much fire in your eyes, see how much hatred you had built up deep inside of you when you looked at me, and I just know how much you wanted to put your hands on me—you were hungry, you were passionate on hurting me, you wanted to make me bleed and make me suffer for those comments that I made about you and your father. But– Tate, are you still seeing red or are you finally seeing what’s happened around you?
Aware of the surroundings wrapped around you or are you stuck inside of your own fuckin’ world? The last thing that I want to do is to put down a man whose only desire is to hurt someone, because– I just think you deserve better than that. I mean this out of respect, Tate. Out of the willingness to make you see clearly instead of seeing blood pouring out from someone. I don’t think you’re a very violent man, not at all. I don’t think you’ve got it in you to go too far into things but when I see that fire in your eyes? I see that, but that’s not you, Tate.
Violence, on the level I see in your soul, is not what you are.
That’s not what Tate Selby represents now, is it? Is that what you’re supposed to be all about, bringing that violent hatred into the ring and having the only purpose of just being this angered soul who just wants to maim onto those that he sees fitting of that treatment, is that what you’re supposed to show me and everyone else that you are that? Being the absolute monster that you supposedly are inside of the ring, becoming a untamed beast that shall never be tamed and always angered because of his past, is that what you’re supposed to become?
Is that what makes Tate Selby the man he is? Because I don’t see that, Tate. I see a man who wants to become just like his father, and that – considering what I, and everyone else, knows about your past – is absolutely disgusting, don’t you think?
Make your fuckin’ mind up, Tate.
What are you?
Who are you?
I told you this before, I said this to you before, and I wanted to see if that’ll cause the reaction that I wanted out of you, Tate — and… you gave me what I asked for, Tate. When I felt that anger with every hit you took onto me? I felt what you felt as a child, feeling what made you an insecure little boy, and in that moment that I felt what you felt, Tate? I realised that you’ve become out of control, and that insecure little boy inside of you that’s just desperately wanting the monster to stop cannot fight anymore, and he uses every bit of action and every second of his words to show a side of him that he just doesn’t want to become.
I saw what you tweeted after the match, Tate.
“Time to punish myself and train more.”
Is this how you do it? Fighting the demon within you, trying to make sure it doesn’t gain control again, a moment where you finally saw what you were becoming and you hated what you were becoming – it made you weak, it made you broken, it made you desperate for violence, it made you become the one man that you fuckin’ hate with every fibre of your whole existence. Tate, accept what you are and who you are. I’m not looking to tell you again. I’m not looking to show you again how weak it makes you. If you cannot see that for yourself, my friend, then I have zero faith in what you could become.
I could try to help you, Tate, save you from what you are becoming—but even I know that you are too far gone from being saved from those demons, you are too far gone from slowly becoming the man that beat you for no reason every single day of the week and without a rightful purpose, and even if I did offer my help to you? I know well that you wouldn’t take it up as an offer because you are too full of yourself to take that help from me. You see me as the enemy, you see me as the entity who has harmed everyone in my way, but you know what could put me down – and you’re focused on doing that, you want to be the next person that sends me packing for good for another small while, and maybe then? People will finally look up to you as a ‘hero’ of sorts, right?
That’s it, right?
How wrong you are, Tate.
You’ve opened yourself up to something you cannot come back from, my friend. I wish I could’ve stopped this a whole lot sooner than expected, but it’s like I said… You’re too far gone and I really cannot save you from what you’ve become. I wanted to help you, I really did, but you’ve done this to yourself and there’s nobody to blame on this other than yourself. You could say whatever you want about me and attack me however you’d like… but I will make you see what you are, whether you like it or not, Tate – even if it means bringing you right to death’s door and sending you right back down to where your father is right now, in the darkest pits of fuckin’ hell beside the devil himself.
Do not make me regret what I’m about to do to you.
Do not make me hurt you more than you deserve.
Because, for some reason, I have faith in what you can fight against.
And you’ve got a whole lot left to live for, Tate. So fuckin’ much left.
You deserve better, Tate. But I cannot let you suffer any longer than you should.
So, please… With all due respect, my friend…
Choose to live.
…or die trying to become the man you can never beat, no matter how hard you try.
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