(Note: Sorry for the lacklustre display, pals. It’s been a long ole week and I didn’t really find anything approaching inspiration)
Did you people not listen to me?
I mean, really. Was I not direct enough? Was I too vague? Or is it something that I did in the past that lead you to believe that you could ignore my words? Did I make some sort of misstep in my recent past that lead you all to believe that I can’t be counted on to be believed?
It’s pretty simple, really. Jarvis King stands for one basic principle: I back my shit up. I say what I mean, and I mean what I say. When I make a promise, you can take it to the bank.
So, it beggars the question – why was anyone surprised on the last Evolution of the year? I told you all, just a few weeks back, that things were going to turn around for Jarvis King. I told you that the end of 2018 was going to be the beginning of a new era in the CWF. I told you, as far back as the summer, that there would be a return to old standards.
I told you all, and you didn’t listen to me. You didn’t believe me. You ignored me. And now, everyone will suffer the consequences.
And it starts at this little Civil War event.
Actually, speaking of that little event, can someone explain to me exactly how the CWF champion is leading a group of has-beens and never-weres from a long dead, long dead, quote-un-quote “organization” in some half-cocked attempt at an invasion? Can someone enlighten me as to why the CWF board of directors, a group who ostensibly want the company to succeed, are allowing one of their commissioners to be openly hostile (my god, please pardon the pun) towards the organization to begin with?
Finally, can someone please let me know exactly whose cornflakes I pissed in, which god I angered, what crime I committed in a past life, that meant that I was being punished by not only having to share the ring with these idiots, but that I’d have to team with that Atreyu fanboy, The Shadow?
Here’s the long and short of it, kiddos – I don’t really care. I don’t care about this match, because all it does is serve to perpetuate a sense of importance that Hostility hasn’t earned, and certainly0 doesn’t deserve. Hostility, I’m sure, meant a lot to its fans, and to its competitors. Note the adjective there, Kevin Nash – it’s in the past. Hostility talents holding on to their past glories is nice and all, but when you start seeing them band together, marching together, fighting together, it starts to take on the distinct flavour of white descendants of slave owners wearing the bars and stars.
The war has already been fought. Y’all lost. And wearing those colours doesn’t make you a rebel, it makes you look like the idiot yokel that you are.
Whether the Aces, Emo-Boy, our little surprise friend and I win or lose, it doesn’t really matter. End of the day, all that this CWF vs. Hostility thing will prove is this – the only way that it gets booked is if it’s the CWF footing the bill. And the real event? That takes place in 2019.
I have to admit though – It’ll be nice to try to break crazy Sybil Synn’s jaw in the meantime.