Post by scottoasis on Jun 30, 2021 22:39:04 GMT -5
When I joined Project Honor, I did so with the same motives that I had when I signed on to be a wrestling promoter.
To change the culture. To shape minds. The next generation needs guidance and there is no exemption when it comes to the actual wrestling business. I became an executive because I was someone who loved the craft, who dedicated his life to it and wanted nothing more than to protect the sanctity of it. I liken myself to being a guardian of wrestling; a gatekeeper. Why? Because I’m a part of a dying breed. The last real class of true athletes to dominate the sport before wrestling got injected with the sickness that it’s working through today! You look at what came after our generation and you see that there started to be a sharp decline in men cut from the same ilk as me. The sterilization of our traditional society began. We saw crops and crops of so called boys coming out all neutered and soft! We have entered an era of sissy snowflakes who don't see anything wrong with their way of life. In fact, it's encouraged! A far cry from the days of the locker rooms, better yet the world I grew up in. Me and my boys identified with outlaws - I’m talking about John Wayne and Clint Eastwood, not the rainbow haired dweebs who are dancing around in their little backyard wrestling feds. We took no shit from anyone, we were rough, tough, had no fancy padding or protection, and any extravagance we showcased was earned because we were a big deal. To most of you those traits are like speaking a foreign language and that needed to change. Those values must be instilled and I am the hammer driving it into the skull of anyone that I can.
Every year I hire new talent, line them up and take in a first impression from each. Might as well be an endless pile of mush being shoveled out in front of me. A bunch of lumpy mounds of waste that stand for nothing and have no will to make themselves into anything. I observe these pantywastes, hold my anger and figure out a way to approach the task of making them into actual fighters. I have to harden that mush and turn it into something! Mold them with strict reinforcement, discipline and routine! Whipping them into shape with proper motivation. They might idolize the nerds and the goofballs but they will revere the strong and powerful hands of a bastard like me! I beat it into their heads until they recognize that I am who you need to be in order to find success in this world. That my path is what’s going to get them out of the coddled purgatory of catering and curtain jerking.
It is my duty to lead by example and that's what I have done by giving them a true figure to look up to. Everyone I work with knows that I’m a high level athlete. A high level MAN for that matter. But the problem can't just be addressed there. This current crop of wrestlers are the result of following terrible trends. The result of a bunch of kids being allowed to wander into the big leagues after a life of never being admonished for their jackass tendencies. As a legend in this business I am a teacher, it is my job to educate. It is my life’s mission to better society, and if you want to better society, change minds and correct behavior then it starts from the TOP down. The same way I broke my own roster down and built them back up, that’s what I looked to do to EVERYONE on the Proving Ground roster.
The way I saw it, all of you blue chippers out there needed help! Every single one of ya lacked the grit of a wrestler. Worst yet, you didn't have the DEDICATION. When I first came here, the “Warrior Rising” Champion was some sorry ass fat boy who ran off when things got too difficult for him and he didn't feel all nice and comfy. That is what represented the standard of the new generation! That is the type of wrestler who was considered acceptable enough to be seen as a main eventer! The bar on the brand was low and it reflected across the whole locker room! I walked in on my first day and my immediate assessment was nothing but a collection of one hundred thirty pound weaklings who would sooner complain about their positions in the game then hop in the ring and smack a motherfucker in the face over it. A sea of laziness and gimmickry. You don't see these kids hanging in the back to watch all of the matches, or coming in early before that to do any training. The idea of sharpening skills or showing proper discipline is nonexistent, instead it's goofing off backstage: writing down notes for catchphrase ideas, playing video games or hopping on your phone to check follower counts. My fairly accurate generalization was that all anyone on Proving Ground knew was how to ride trends and live the hollywood lifestyle that comes with being on TV. They don't know a suplex from their own ass from all I can tell. These limp wrists had transformed our culture from larger than life superheros to revenge of the nerds and expected handouts in return for their destruction of our business. These are the geeks who wanted to be champions but weren’t worthy. People who honestly, were far worse off than any student I’ve ever tried to get through up to that point. I thought nobody could be gotten to. I thought there was nobody worth saving, that Proving Ground was void of all talent.
But I was proven wrong. How wrong I was was shown just a few months ago when I met a certain trio. My biggest goal when it came to my past in-ring return was to lead by example. But you see, I couldn’t do that alone. and I didn't want to either. Someone stood out to me. Someone was there that I actually WANTED to work with. If anyone represents a hope for this business, someone who appeals to me as someone who likes their flash to HAVE substance, then it is none other than Big Drip Productions. Rappers are the new outlaws. They know how to ruffle feathers. They know how to have bravado and take what they want. They wave a middle finger and say “fuck you” to whoever has hate for them. All while packaged with an incredible look. It’s like I told you, extravagance is EARNED. And they earn it the same way that I did. I wear fancy rolexes, suits and show off my brand deals like they’re going out of style but that’s because all of this came from blood, sweat and tears. I built an empire. My tenure made my wealth! They too pay for all of their rewards in blood. They might have all of the bling, the fancy cars, the rap songs and a dozen other ventures they love to show off, but at the end of the day the brand is built off their biggest hustle of professional wrestling. TJ Thompsoon takes to the sport like a duck to water, Yung Sauce has a level of ruthless aggression that is missed in the wrestling scene, and my partner this week in Lil Petey….he’s got more heart for this game than plenty of so-called veterans. Very few have the balls to step to Ozymandias like he did. He might look silly - the facial hair is a little fuzzy and he damn sure hasn’t seen a comb since he was in middle school - but his dedication to his craft is admirable. This is a man who went from rapping to headlocks and he did so with a far easier transition than a lot of these young bucks who have spent their whole lives wanting to pursue an in-ring career.
Petey knew there was plenty of old heads like me doubting him, wanting to write him off from a first impression but it didn't bother him. He never bitched or moaned. Made excuses for himself like he was already where he needed to be. He allowed people to underestimate him while he busted his ass in the shadows, no bragging needed, then showed them what he’s about. In my case, I found out how good he really was when he took the whole world by storm and had thousands upon thousands of people chanting his name when he stepped into the ring, holding their support as he battled with people two times bigger than him. If any of these fresh "stars" deserve recognition Lil Petey is one of the few in the bunch. He is a new school champion in my eyes. HE is who I'm looking at as an end result of my makeover for this brand. Every teacher needs an assistant, and that's what I've found in Lil Petey.
He's the proof in the pudding for my methods. He is what happens when you approach this business the correct way; a peer to you all that has earned the right to be placed with the big dogs. These Big Drip guys aren’t just an easy mark for me to make some money off of, when I'm gone Petey and the rest of the crew will still remain to carry this business on his back and keep you all on the track to the promised land. People might see this match as a carry job on my end but to me Petey is my equal, and more importantly he is vital to this wrestling renaissance. Me holding it down on Proving Ground and whooping ass is a message. Petey holding up his end alongside me translates it for you punks to understand. Petey can bridge the gap between my generation and the remnants of his. This is what I'd call a crucial tag team, one that will shape the zeitgeist for decades to come. If you ask me, two better people could not be found to not only aid the image of this sport, but to raise the flag for the most treasured division in wrestling: the tag division.
We work hard, and we play around even harder when the job is done. Brandon Hendrix, Ace Sky - you two are in the way of us enjoying some brewskis in the jet on a beautiful weekend. You know what that means. We’re paying that whole trip off at the expense of your flesh. Now listen, Brandon. I know you’re under contract with me as well so I’ll try to be nice. After all, you’re like the rest of the new crop. You can only beat mush down so hard; there’s no give to it. I have to build you into something and honestly….it’s a privilege that I get to be so hands on with one of my roster members. I’m gonna take my time with you, kid. The million dollar performance center is a wonderful investment but getting thrown around the ring by The Measuring Stick of Wrestling is a lesson that comes with a BILLION dollars worth of game. It’ll hurt at the time but you’ll thank me later. I know you respect me too Ace so hopefully you can understand.
If not, Lil Petey can break it down to you in his new single dropping Friday. Pre-Save on Spotify, my friends!
To change the culture. To shape minds. The next generation needs guidance and there is no exemption when it comes to the actual wrestling business. I became an executive because I was someone who loved the craft, who dedicated his life to it and wanted nothing more than to protect the sanctity of it. I liken myself to being a guardian of wrestling; a gatekeeper. Why? Because I’m a part of a dying breed. The last real class of true athletes to dominate the sport before wrestling got injected with the sickness that it’s working through today! You look at what came after our generation and you see that there started to be a sharp decline in men cut from the same ilk as me. The sterilization of our traditional society began. We saw crops and crops of so called boys coming out all neutered and soft! We have entered an era of sissy snowflakes who don't see anything wrong with their way of life. In fact, it's encouraged! A far cry from the days of the locker rooms, better yet the world I grew up in. Me and my boys identified with outlaws - I’m talking about John Wayne and Clint Eastwood, not the rainbow haired dweebs who are dancing around in their little backyard wrestling feds. We took no shit from anyone, we were rough, tough, had no fancy padding or protection, and any extravagance we showcased was earned because we were a big deal. To most of you those traits are like speaking a foreign language and that needed to change. Those values must be instilled and I am the hammer driving it into the skull of anyone that I can.
Every year I hire new talent, line them up and take in a first impression from each. Might as well be an endless pile of mush being shoveled out in front of me. A bunch of lumpy mounds of waste that stand for nothing and have no will to make themselves into anything. I observe these pantywastes, hold my anger and figure out a way to approach the task of making them into actual fighters. I have to harden that mush and turn it into something! Mold them with strict reinforcement, discipline and routine! Whipping them into shape with proper motivation. They might idolize the nerds and the goofballs but they will revere the strong and powerful hands of a bastard like me! I beat it into their heads until they recognize that I am who you need to be in order to find success in this world. That my path is what’s going to get them out of the coddled purgatory of catering and curtain jerking.
It is my duty to lead by example and that's what I have done by giving them a true figure to look up to. Everyone I work with knows that I’m a high level athlete. A high level MAN for that matter. But the problem can't just be addressed there. This current crop of wrestlers are the result of following terrible trends. The result of a bunch of kids being allowed to wander into the big leagues after a life of never being admonished for their jackass tendencies. As a legend in this business I am a teacher, it is my job to educate. It is my life’s mission to better society, and if you want to better society, change minds and correct behavior then it starts from the TOP down. The same way I broke my own roster down and built them back up, that’s what I looked to do to EVERYONE on the Proving Ground roster.
The way I saw it, all of you blue chippers out there needed help! Every single one of ya lacked the grit of a wrestler. Worst yet, you didn't have the DEDICATION. When I first came here, the “Warrior Rising” Champion was some sorry ass fat boy who ran off when things got too difficult for him and he didn't feel all nice and comfy. That is what represented the standard of the new generation! That is the type of wrestler who was considered acceptable enough to be seen as a main eventer! The bar on the brand was low and it reflected across the whole locker room! I walked in on my first day and my immediate assessment was nothing but a collection of one hundred thirty pound weaklings who would sooner complain about their positions in the game then hop in the ring and smack a motherfucker in the face over it. A sea of laziness and gimmickry. You don't see these kids hanging in the back to watch all of the matches, or coming in early before that to do any training. The idea of sharpening skills or showing proper discipline is nonexistent, instead it's goofing off backstage: writing down notes for catchphrase ideas, playing video games or hopping on your phone to check follower counts. My fairly accurate generalization was that all anyone on Proving Ground knew was how to ride trends and live the hollywood lifestyle that comes with being on TV. They don't know a suplex from their own ass from all I can tell. These limp wrists had transformed our culture from larger than life superheros to revenge of the nerds and expected handouts in return for their destruction of our business. These are the geeks who wanted to be champions but weren’t worthy. People who honestly, were far worse off than any student I’ve ever tried to get through up to that point. I thought nobody could be gotten to. I thought there was nobody worth saving, that Proving Ground was void of all talent.
But I was proven wrong. How wrong I was was shown just a few months ago when I met a certain trio. My biggest goal when it came to my past in-ring return was to lead by example. But you see, I couldn’t do that alone. and I didn't want to either. Someone stood out to me. Someone was there that I actually WANTED to work with. If anyone represents a hope for this business, someone who appeals to me as someone who likes their flash to HAVE substance, then it is none other than Big Drip Productions. Rappers are the new outlaws. They know how to ruffle feathers. They know how to have bravado and take what they want. They wave a middle finger and say “fuck you” to whoever has hate for them. All while packaged with an incredible look. It’s like I told you, extravagance is EARNED. And they earn it the same way that I did. I wear fancy rolexes, suits and show off my brand deals like they’re going out of style but that’s because all of this came from blood, sweat and tears. I built an empire. My tenure made my wealth! They too pay for all of their rewards in blood. They might have all of the bling, the fancy cars, the rap songs and a dozen other ventures they love to show off, but at the end of the day the brand is built off their biggest hustle of professional wrestling. TJ Thompsoon takes to the sport like a duck to water, Yung Sauce has a level of ruthless aggression that is missed in the wrestling scene, and my partner this week in Lil Petey….he’s got more heart for this game than plenty of so-called veterans. Very few have the balls to step to Ozymandias like he did. He might look silly - the facial hair is a little fuzzy and he damn sure hasn’t seen a comb since he was in middle school - but his dedication to his craft is admirable. This is a man who went from rapping to headlocks and he did so with a far easier transition than a lot of these young bucks who have spent their whole lives wanting to pursue an in-ring career.
Petey knew there was plenty of old heads like me doubting him, wanting to write him off from a first impression but it didn't bother him. He never bitched or moaned. Made excuses for himself like he was already where he needed to be. He allowed people to underestimate him while he busted his ass in the shadows, no bragging needed, then showed them what he’s about. In my case, I found out how good he really was when he took the whole world by storm and had thousands upon thousands of people chanting his name when he stepped into the ring, holding their support as he battled with people two times bigger than him. If any of these fresh "stars" deserve recognition Lil Petey is one of the few in the bunch. He is a new school champion in my eyes. HE is who I'm looking at as an end result of my makeover for this brand. Every teacher needs an assistant, and that's what I've found in Lil Petey.
He's the proof in the pudding for my methods. He is what happens when you approach this business the correct way; a peer to you all that has earned the right to be placed with the big dogs. These Big Drip guys aren’t just an easy mark for me to make some money off of, when I'm gone Petey and the rest of the crew will still remain to carry this business on his back and keep you all on the track to the promised land. People might see this match as a carry job on my end but to me Petey is my equal, and more importantly he is vital to this wrestling renaissance. Me holding it down on Proving Ground and whooping ass is a message. Petey holding up his end alongside me translates it for you punks to understand. Petey can bridge the gap between my generation and the remnants of his. This is what I'd call a crucial tag team, one that will shape the zeitgeist for decades to come. If you ask me, two better people could not be found to not only aid the image of this sport, but to raise the flag for the most treasured division in wrestling: the tag division.
We work hard, and we play around even harder when the job is done. Brandon Hendrix, Ace Sky - you two are in the way of us enjoying some brewskis in the jet on a beautiful weekend. You know what that means. We’re paying that whole trip off at the expense of your flesh. Now listen, Brandon. I know you’re under contract with me as well so I’ll try to be nice. After all, you’re like the rest of the new crop. You can only beat mush down so hard; there’s no give to it. I have to build you into something and honestly….it’s a privilege that I get to be so hands on with one of my roster members. I’m gonna take my time with you, kid. The million dollar performance center is a wonderful investment but getting thrown around the ring by The Measuring Stick of Wrestling is a lesson that comes with a BILLION dollars worth of game. It’ll hurt at the time but you’ll thank me later. I know you respect me too Ace so hopefully you can understand.
If not, Lil Petey can break it down to you in his new single dropping Friday. Pre-Save on Spotify, my friends!