Post by JaceParkerDavidson on Jan 11, 2023 20:34:09 GMT -5
Dear Molly,
I figured I could explain myself better in this little letter than I ever could in a tweet. You seem to think that we got off on the wrong foot or at least I did myself a disservice with my first impression. If you’re expecting this to be an apology letter, then let me be perfectly clear.
It is not.
I stand by my comments 100% because what I said was the truth. I told you on Twitter that the truth isn’t always nice or welcoming. Was it a low blow on my part? Maybe so, but that is for you and everyone else to debate. I was more focused on the fact that you held the Uprising World Championship belt for less time than your average commercial break. That might be a sore spot for you, but the reality is that nothing I said is a lie.
That is what happened. I saw it with my own eyes.
I could have been nice or worded it in a kinder way but I’m not the kind of person to waste my time or energy to walk on eggshells for someone else’s sake. You beat Griffin Hawkins to become the Uprising World Champion and then Chris Mosh swooped in and took that Championship belt away from you.
That moment will live in Uprising history forever. The sooner you get over being mopey about it, then sooner you can pull your bootstraps tight and do something about it.
But let’s really look at things here, shall we?
I signed my name to an Uprising contract (much to the dismay of more than a couple members of the roster) and Brad Jackson decided that booking me on the Frozen Fury event was a good idea. It just so happened that you were chosen to be my opponent for that match.
Call it dumb luck or destiny. One way or another here we are and even though I knew of the match I decided not to comment on it right away. I had other business that I decided to focus on until you decided that it was time to make your intentions known about the booking.
What was it that you said?
That you have a mission to get your Championship belt back from the 1%?
Makes sense but you’re not booked in a match at Frozen Fury against Marisol Vilaro, Chris Mosh, or any other member of her happy little band of misfits. You’re slated to face me at Frozen Fury one-on-one.
So, how was I supposed to take your tweet?
Was I supposed to be excited that I’m making my grand in-ring debut and my opponent was already looking past me to a rematch for a title that she didn’t hold long enough to put actual fingerprints on?
I took it as that you didn’t even see me as a capable threat of beating you. I took it as in your mind it was already a foregone conclusion that you were going to make quick work of me and start your climb back up to the top of the Uprising Mountain to get your hands on Chris Mosh. I think it’s fair to say that anyone in my position would have responded in the same way that I did.
I am no one’s steppingstone, Miss Hatchet.
While I am sure that you're very proud of your match against Griffin Hawkins and the fact that you’ve been the Uprising World Champion. Just like I am sure that you’ve got a burning desire in the pit of your stomach to do terrible, unspeakable things to Chris Mosh and those that align themselves with him after what they did to you.
I get that.
The problem is, Molly, I don’t fucking care.
Your vendetta with Chris Mosh has nothing to do with me. The fact that I can time a boiled egg to your Uprising World Championship reign is not my problem. What is my problem, Miss Hatchet, is the fact that you’re the first of many opponents that I am going to face here in Uprising. While you’re already looking past me and thinking about what you’re going to do during that Championship celebration later in the evening. I am focused solely on you and you... alone.
From the moment Jax informed me that you were my opponent, I’ve been thinking about how to break you down inside of that ring so that it’s my hand that gets raised in victory, not yours.
You’re worried about friendships and respect.
You want your respect, Molly?
I can respect the fact that you’ve been the Uprising World Champion. That is something that I have yet to accomplish.
But, instead of slobbering all over your ass or praising you for what you did. I see it as nothing more than a golden opportunity.
You’re one of a handful of people that can claim that they’ve been the Uprising World Champion. And I get to face you one-on-one in my very first match in this company. I could have gotten an easier opponent. I could have faced some no name enhancement talent just to get me that first win without breaking a sweat.
The thing is that Brad Jackson knows me, and Brad Jackson knows what I am capable of inside of the ring.
He saw it fit to put you… the former World Champion against me who hasn’t even done anything substantial in Uprising as of yet. Got to be a good reason for that, right? I look at it as not only do I get to introduce myself to the Uprising roster and its fans. I get make a serious fucking statement by putting down a person that ended 2022 as the World Champion before Chris Mosh came along.
Is that a blessing or a curse for me?
That will depend on whether or not you can dig down deep and thwart my efforts.
You see, I don’t need you to like me or respect me, Molly. I have done nothing in Uprising, yet. Respect is earned and I plan on doing everything in my power to earn that respect. Not as a person, not as a friend, but as a fucking threat to each and every single person on the Uprising roster.
That is why I said what I said.
And it seems I struck a nerve with you to a point where you felt the need to bare your soul on social media. Which, again, is good for you if that makes you feel better but all you did in my eyes is expose an open wound for me and others to exploit.
Professional wrestling is a combat sport and no one, not even your most treasured loved one, is to be trusted whole heartedly. I bought a big ass mansion and moved in with Samantha Tolson but don’t think I don’t keep one eye open at all times just in case she gets a wild hair up her ass. I’ve been in this industry far too long and seen way too many things to rely on anyone fully other than myself.
Who I am outside of the ring and who I am inside of the ring are two completely different people. On social media I can be the goofy, funny, perverted guy that you all know and some love. But when it comes to business, when it comes to the legacy I leave behind in this sport. A switch flips inside of me and I can become the Devil himself.
They don’t make levels that I am afraid to stoop down to.
When you're slated to face me in a match then you are the enemy. I don’t go into a match like it's some kind of exhibition or friendly competition. I walk into a match looking to completely dominate my opponent. I walk in looking to break you physically, mentally, and spiritually. Nothing makes me happier than beating someone down to the point they walk away pondering their choice of even continuing to do what we do.
That opens people’s eyes. That grabs the attention of the masses. And for far too fucking long I’ve sat back in my little corner of this industry in the place that people ignore even exists. I’ve sat back and watched these tournaments and charity events come and go. I watched something known as The World Series of Wrestling take place recently but not one single wrestling match actually took place.
Yet, to everyone else the people that did well in that ‘competition’ were lauded over as the best of the fucking best. People like you, Molly Hatchet.
The chip on my shoulder is the fact that people out there think that YOU are better than ME without us ever meeting inside of the ring. I’m tired of sitting back on the sidelines watching everyone else get praised for their meager accomplishment. I’m tired of the forever circle jerk of people all sucking each other off like they are the greatest thing since sliced bread.
My name belongs in the conversation for the greatest to ever do this.
To get there I have to go out there and beat all the Disney princes and princesses of professional wrestling. That includes you, Molly.
So, I suggest you find a way to thicken that skin of yours. I recommend that whatever mental bullshit you’re going through that you get your shit together and get your head back in the game. I’m not just looking to go through the motions inside of the ring with you just because your internal mood ring isn’t a happy color right now.
I intend to step into the ring with the former Uprising World Champion and steal the goddamn show.
I’m not going to settle for being a lower card piss break on this show. I want to be the match that everyone leaves the United Center talking about. I will not accept anything less for myself or out of you, Molly Hatchet.
So, either join me in making the best match on this entire Frozen Fury card. Or be buried underneath the bottom of my boot never to see that Uprising World Championship belt ever again.
The choice is yours.
Yours truly,
The King of Everything.
I figured I could explain myself better in this little letter than I ever could in a tweet. You seem to think that we got off on the wrong foot or at least I did myself a disservice with my first impression. If you’re expecting this to be an apology letter, then let me be perfectly clear.
It is not.
I stand by my comments 100% because what I said was the truth. I told you on Twitter that the truth isn’t always nice or welcoming. Was it a low blow on my part? Maybe so, but that is for you and everyone else to debate. I was more focused on the fact that you held the Uprising World Championship belt for less time than your average commercial break. That might be a sore spot for you, but the reality is that nothing I said is a lie.
That is what happened. I saw it with my own eyes.
I could have been nice or worded it in a kinder way but I’m not the kind of person to waste my time or energy to walk on eggshells for someone else’s sake. You beat Griffin Hawkins to become the Uprising World Champion and then Chris Mosh swooped in and took that Championship belt away from you.
That moment will live in Uprising history forever. The sooner you get over being mopey about it, then sooner you can pull your bootstraps tight and do something about it.
But let’s really look at things here, shall we?
I signed my name to an Uprising contract (much to the dismay of more than a couple members of the roster) and Brad Jackson decided that booking me on the Frozen Fury event was a good idea. It just so happened that you were chosen to be my opponent for that match.
Call it dumb luck or destiny. One way or another here we are and even though I knew of the match I decided not to comment on it right away. I had other business that I decided to focus on until you decided that it was time to make your intentions known about the booking.
What was it that you said?
That you have a mission to get your Championship belt back from the 1%?
Makes sense but you’re not booked in a match at Frozen Fury against Marisol Vilaro, Chris Mosh, or any other member of her happy little band of misfits. You’re slated to face me at Frozen Fury one-on-one.
So, how was I supposed to take your tweet?
Was I supposed to be excited that I’m making my grand in-ring debut and my opponent was already looking past me to a rematch for a title that she didn’t hold long enough to put actual fingerprints on?
I took it as that you didn’t even see me as a capable threat of beating you. I took it as in your mind it was already a foregone conclusion that you were going to make quick work of me and start your climb back up to the top of the Uprising Mountain to get your hands on Chris Mosh. I think it’s fair to say that anyone in my position would have responded in the same way that I did.
I am no one’s steppingstone, Miss Hatchet.
While I am sure that you're very proud of your match against Griffin Hawkins and the fact that you’ve been the Uprising World Champion. Just like I am sure that you’ve got a burning desire in the pit of your stomach to do terrible, unspeakable things to Chris Mosh and those that align themselves with him after what they did to you.
I get that.
The problem is, Molly, I don’t fucking care.
Your vendetta with Chris Mosh has nothing to do with me. The fact that I can time a boiled egg to your Uprising World Championship reign is not my problem. What is my problem, Miss Hatchet, is the fact that you’re the first of many opponents that I am going to face here in Uprising. While you’re already looking past me and thinking about what you’re going to do during that Championship celebration later in the evening. I am focused solely on you and you... alone.
From the moment Jax informed me that you were my opponent, I’ve been thinking about how to break you down inside of that ring so that it’s my hand that gets raised in victory, not yours.
You’re worried about friendships and respect.
You want your respect, Molly?
I can respect the fact that you’ve been the Uprising World Champion. That is something that I have yet to accomplish.
But, instead of slobbering all over your ass or praising you for what you did. I see it as nothing more than a golden opportunity.
You’re one of a handful of people that can claim that they’ve been the Uprising World Champion. And I get to face you one-on-one in my very first match in this company. I could have gotten an easier opponent. I could have faced some no name enhancement talent just to get me that first win without breaking a sweat.
The thing is that Brad Jackson knows me, and Brad Jackson knows what I am capable of inside of the ring.
He saw it fit to put you… the former World Champion against me who hasn’t even done anything substantial in Uprising as of yet. Got to be a good reason for that, right? I look at it as not only do I get to introduce myself to the Uprising roster and its fans. I get make a serious fucking statement by putting down a person that ended 2022 as the World Champion before Chris Mosh came along.
Is that a blessing or a curse for me?
That will depend on whether or not you can dig down deep and thwart my efforts.
You see, I don’t need you to like me or respect me, Molly. I have done nothing in Uprising, yet. Respect is earned and I plan on doing everything in my power to earn that respect. Not as a person, not as a friend, but as a fucking threat to each and every single person on the Uprising roster.
That is why I said what I said.
And it seems I struck a nerve with you to a point where you felt the need to bare your soul on social media. Which, again, is good for you if that makes you feel better but all you did in my eyes is expose an open wound for me and others to exploit.
Professional wrestling is a combat sport and no one, not even your most treasured loved one, is to be trusted whole heartedly. I bought a big ass mansion and moved in with Samantha Tolson but don’t think I don’t keep one eye open at all times just in case she gets a wild hair up her ass. I’ve been in this industry far too long and seen way too many things to rely on anyone fully other than myself.
Who I am outside of the ring and who I am inside of the ring are two completely different people. On social media I can be the goofy, funny, perverted guy that you all know and some love. But when it comes to business, when it comes to the legacy I leave behind in this sport. A switch flips inside of me and I can become the Devil himself.
They don’t make levels that I am afraid to stoop down to.
When you're slated to face me in a match then you are the enemy. I don’t go into a match like it's some kind of exhibition or friendly competition. I walk into a match looking to completely dominate my opponent. I walk in looking to break you physically, mentally, and spiritually. Nothing makes me happier than beating someone down to the point they walk away pondering their choice of even continuing to do what we do.
That opens people’s eyes. That grabs the attention of the masses. And for far too fucking long I’ve sat back in my little corner of this industry in the place that people ignore even exists. I’ve sat back and watched these tournaments and charity events come and go. I watched something known as The World Series of Wrestling take place recently but not one single wrestling match actually took place.
Yet, to everyone else the people that did well in that ‘competition’ were lauded over as the best of the fucking best. People like you, Molly Hatchet.
The chip on my shoulder is the fact that people out there think that YOU are better than ME without us ever meeting inside of the ring. I’m tired of sitting back on the sidelines watching everyone else get praised for their meager accomplishment. I’m tired of the forever circle jerk of people all sucking each other off like they are the greatest thing since sliced bread.
My name belongs in the conversation for the greatest to ever do this.
To get there I have to go out there and beat all the Disney princes and princesses of professional wrestling. That includes you, Molly.
So, I suggest you find a way to thicken that skin of yours. I recommend that whatever mental bullshit you’re going through that you get your shit together and get your head back in the game. I’m not just looking to go through the motions inside of the ring with you just because your internal mood ring isn’t a happy color right now.
I intend to step into the ring with the former Uprising World Champion and steal the goddamn show.
I’m not going to settle for being a lower card piss break on this show. I want to be the match that everyone leaves the United Center talking about. I will not accept anything less for myself or out of you, Molly Hatchet.
So, either join me in making the best match on this entire Frozen Fury card. Or be buried underneath the bottom of my boot never to see that Uprising World Championship belt ever again.
The choice is yours.
Yours truly,
The King of Everything.