Legends & Legacies

The truly unafraid, Moxie, will answer a direct question when it is posed to them. You obviously don't want to do that, but that's exactly what I'm going to do. You asked me what it was that I proved by replaying a video clip of you tapping out last week. Well, the answer is simple.

I proved that you're a liar.

Happy now, Mox?

See, you stepped in front of a camera yesterday and tried, fruitlessly, to claim that you hadn't in fact tapped out last week. The video clip I posted clearly showed that you had. Ergo, you're full of shit. Now, like you pointed out, everyone already had seen the show, therefore everyone already knew that you were full of shit. Everyone. They knew, Mox. So, the real question is not 'What did I prove?' but rather, 'Why did I bother, when everyone already knew the truth?' Simple, Moxie. Because I knew that it would piss you off. And it has. Anyone looking at you foaming at the mouth right now can see that. It's times like this that I almost wish I wasn't wearing a mask, Moxie. Honestly, I wish you could see the big shit-eating grin that I'm sporting watching you run yourself in circles out of both frustration and fear.

I mean, you want to talk about ret-conning, Moxie? Watch the screen:

You made me tap out?

Well, I think that you and I have quite differing opinions on what happened last week. And what would you know? My opinion’s backed up by what went into the history books. The very principle of tapping out, Spyder, means to give up. To surrender. To throw in the proverbial towel. I’ll give you credit. You had some slick moves and managed to catch me outside of the ring with one of the more painful holds that I’ve ever encountered in my time in this business.

But you know what, you little assgoblin? I didn’t tap out.

Remember that, Moxie? I sure hope so. You said it yesterday.

And yet, you claim I'm the one trying to rewrite history? Sorry Johnny, you lose again. Why would I want to rewrite history? History has been great to me. First, I did exactly what I promised the CAN-X fans: I stole the moment of the night, and I made you tap out, just like I'd said that I would. Then I went down to Houston for EWC and took all of about two minutes to knock Adam Stryker, another veteran and self-proclaimed legend, out cold with a well placed knee to the face. Those are the facts, and they are sweet.  You?  You have every reason in the world to want to rewrite history on the other hand. In your first CAN-X match you tapped out to a rookie kid who you claim has absolutely no skill, a rookie you claim is an absolute idiot. Shit Moxie, if you believe that, then it must really suck to be you right now. And not just because of the past. Not just because of what happened last week. Think about it, Moxie... if you're this upset, this embarrassed, this humiliated now... how are you gonna feel when I do it again next week?

You don't have to answer that, Moxie. It's yet another rhetorical question, one we all already know the answer to.

But I do love that you've copped to spending a whole week focusing on how to either avoid or counter getting Caught In The Web. Didn't need it to put Adam Stryker away, don't need it to beat you either. Of course, as you've pointed out, I keep telling people that I'm going to make you tap out again, so that must be my strategy going into Medicine Hat, right Moxie?

Maybe. Maybe not so much.

And listen, since you're obviously too stupid to get what really happened last week, let me explain it, one last time, as simply as I can. That match last week? There was nothing at stake. Nothing. Now, if it had been set up as an elimination match, one where, lets say, the first two men eliminated were out of the tournament... well, in that case you would have been the first man eliminated. But I digress, that wasn't the point I was going to make, I just knew it would piss you off even more... No, what I was getting at was that 3 men were going to lose that match, and one man was going to win. The winner got to pick his opponent in the following round of the tournament, but that was it. Everyone involved was still going to the tournament. So I thought things over. Each of us had a 1-in-4 chance of winning that match. Well, not really, since Madison and I were clearly more skilled than you or White, but lets just say otherwise, OK.

Are you keeping up here, Moxie?

So, in that situation, it helped me to think outside the box. There are two basic goals everyone is going to have in a match like that, Johnny. They were your goals. They are: win, or at the very least, don't be the guy who loses, the guy who gets pinned, submitted, or ends up unconscious and can't continue. Only one guy in the match get to fulfill both of those goals, Moxie. Tack onto that the fact that I have an extra goal, one I stated when I first got here, that being: Every single night, when the fans are walking back to their cars, I want it to be my match that they are talking about. Every night, no matter the cost, Moxie.

Now, I get that this is hard for you to understand. You live in a world that's completely dominated by win-loss records and title reigns. You think, right to your core, that they are what this sport is all about. They are not. Want proof? Go to any fan at ringside and ask them the win-loss record of their favorite wrestler. They won't know. As a fan at ringside how many days your last title reign lasted, Moxie. They won't know. But if you ask them what the five greatest moments they ever saw in this sport are, they'll rattle them off in excruciating detail.

That's what legends and legacies are made of, Moxie.

So tell me again that my outside the box attitude has offended my peers in the locker room. Tell me again that the boss doesn't like it when I pick being amazing over chalking up a win. It's bullshit. Because deep down, they're fans too, and everything I do, I do to amaze the wrestling fans. Not for the reason Kyle Cross did it, because he loved them. No, I do it because I fully understand the true power of the wrestling fan, Moxie, and you clearly don't.

The fans decide who gets remembered and who gets forgotten.

You? Well, which side of that line do you think you're gonna fall on?

Again, rhetorical, Moxie.

So you go ahead, you create a great looking spreadsheet of a career, if that's what you want. Me? I'm forging a legacy. But if all you care about is wins and losses, Moxie, you'd best be prepared to be real upset again, because come Medicine Hat, you're going down.

And that gives me a nice tingling feeling.