Jon, I can go into a bar and pull the first good looking girl I meet. I'm 5'10, 155lbs, blue eyes, brown hair, handsome, in the gym three times a week and am, apparently, a 'majestic stallion' - a quote from your own mouth which, hilariously, you still haven't responded to. How’s that for not having anything recent to use as leverage. What can you do? Click 'attack' on someone? 'Tackle' someone in a variation on a sport which would leave you broken and battered if you played it in real life?
To an extent it angers me, because it's just so blatant to me and everybody else that all of your claims are works of fiction. You're not poetic. You're not good looking. You haven't 'slain' any egotsists.
If I’m honest, as I always am, there was probably a time where the extent to which such fallacy angered me would reach a high level. Where I’d be fuming as I typed. I had a slight problem with my rage as a young teenager, a point which you raised in your post, and yet I still spoke with articulacy and systematically took apart my opponents.
But now? Now my irritation soon turns to amusement. Because I realise this doesn’t even matter. At the end of the day, if you and I lined up next to one other in the real world, I wouldn’t even need to say anything to win.
Nevertheless, this argument is also about RSW. So let me depart by stating one thing.
If you hadn't been in this industry, no-one today would bat an eye lid. There are a lot of good wrestlers. If I hadn't been around, RSW would be totally unrecognisable. That's just an absolute, undisputable, undeniable, irrefutable fact.
And that, Jon, is what I call a legacy.
04-Jun-2014 03:28:54