Post by "The Valedictorian" Russ Linus on May 11, 2017 9:40:03 GMT -5
DJ Tekker, we were friends. The main word in that sentence being "were". Actually we were more than just friends, we were a team. There was nothing more powerful in SX or HWO than Lethal Injection. Two kids getting into the business that had each others backs. Well that all changed.
When it came down to the SX World Championship tournament, you forgot our friendship. You let the promise of limelight get in the way. You stopped taking rental cars from show to show. You started taking limo services, and flying with Silverman in his company jet. You hadn't even won that damn title yet, and you decided to treat yourself like damn royalty. And I could see it. I saw it coming. You had already looked past what should have been the match of both our careers. You'd already focused on Slapstick at the time.
All for what?
All for a title that you held for just over a damn week.
They could make a move out of it, call it "How To Lose a Friend in 10 Days". That's what happened DJ. As soon as you won that title, you forgot about ol' Russ Linus. You forgot that I'd help make you the star you are. So for your own sake, I had to get that belt out from around your waist. I had to come up with a plan to bring you back down to earth. So that's what I did.
The night when I hit you from behind with that lead pipe, it wasn't my plan for Marquee to end up with that title. My plan was to injure you so bad that it would have to be vacated. Unknown stood in my way so I just popped him too for good measure.
See, DJ, I'd expected you to leave that arena in an ambulance and be out of wrestling for a couple of months. But your hot head had to run out to the ring and try to figure out who'd attacked you. You had to take revenge right then, that night. Because nobody was going to hurt the new face of SX. Nobody was going to show up the champ. Well, I did.
While you were out in the ring calling out for whoever attacked you, even offering up that pretty belt of yours, I was long gone. I wasn't planning on ending our friendship that night. I was planning on making it stronger. But you left the door open, and Marquee walked through.
Low and behold, as soon as Marquee got that third count on you and won that precious title, you all of a sudden remembered who your friends were. And yes, I thought we'd team up and maybe take those tag titles and look to the future. But the more I thought it over, the angrier I got. I just just step up and be the second fiddle. I couldn't just stand there while you, with your new found smug attitude, felt like the glory of our team.
So here we are, DJ. Here we are finding ourselves in what will be the match of our careers up to this point. Here we are to prove who's the better man, DJ. And at SLAM, you'll see that Russ Linus is that man.
When it came down to the SX World Championship tournament, you forgot our friendship. You let the promise of limelight get in the way. You stopped taking rental cars from show to show. You started taking limo services, and flying with Silverman in his company jet. You hadn't even won that damn title yet, and you decided to treat yourself like damn royalty. And I could see it. I saw it coming. You had already looked past what should have been the match of both our careers. You'd already focused on Slapstick at the time.
All for what?
All for a title that you held for just over a damn week.
They could make a move out of it, call it "How To Lose a Friend in 10 Days". That's what happened DJ. As soon as you won that title, you forgot about ol' Russ Linus. You forgot that I'd help make you the star you are. So for your own sake, I had to get that belt out from around your waist. I had to come up with a plan to bring you back down to earth. So that's what I did.
The night when I hit you from behind with that lead pipe, it wasn't my plan for Marquee to end up with that title. My plan was to injure you so bad that it would have to be vacated. Unknown stood in my way so I just popped him too for good measure.
See, DJ, I'd expected you to leave that arena in an ambulance and be out of wrestling for a couple of months. But your hot head had to run out to the ring and try to figure out who'd attacked you. You had to take revenge right then, that night. Because nobody was going to hurt the new face of SX. Nobody was going to show up the champ. Well, I did.
While you were out in the ring calling out for whoever attacked you, even offering up that pretty belt of yours, I was long gone. I wasn't planning on ending our friendship that night. I was planning on making it stronger. But you left the door open, and Marquee walked through.
Low and behold, as soon as Marquee got that third count on you and won that precious title, you all of a sudden remembered who your friends were. And yes, I thought we'd team up and maybe take those tag titles and look to the future. But the more I thought it over, the angrier I got. I just just step up and be the second fiddle. I couldn't just stand there while you, with your new found smug attitude, felt like the glory of our team.
So here we are, DJ. Here we are finding ourselves in what will be the match of our careers up to this point. Here we are to prove who's the better man, DJ. And at SLAM, you'll see that Russ Linus is that man.
