The Time Has Come At Last - Printable Version

'Trash Talk'

The time has come at last
To throw away this mask
Now everyone can see
My true identity

(First letter of every promo.)

"And so, here we are again. Introduced to one another once more. Always at March Madness it seems. People wondered why I didn't bother spending a ton of time breaking down Marf. Certainly, I could. God knows most others have. When it came to his old place in the XWF, he was the cheap shot. They saved their good stuff for a wrestler who will be lost to time as quickly as she became remembered. And yet Marf is still here. That's commendable to a degree. Should I sit down and dissect every word he's ever spoken about me? No. The fact is that he didn't have the luxury of knowing the man underneath the mask and the last thing I want to do is take cheap jabs at a guy who got into a title rematch he didn't realize he was prepared for. Could I sit here and bad mouth him like I did back in April of last year, where I was a drunken, delusional mess who had a bone to pick with everyone and everything? Again, I could. But the fact that I'm not going to is the key. Because Marf's attempt at redemption for himself is to put as many miles between himself and that problem as possible. Trust me, I understand. I did the same and look where it got me. In another mess with somebody trying to control me and denying everything I was just to try and become something different."

"That's the core of this, Marf. You need to be something different in order to win. In order to keep going. But I need to go back. I need to be what I am down at the very core of my being. I let my own distrust in my foundations be attempting factor to keep running, the same way you continue to. I don't disparage you, Marf, but you can't be X-Treme when you don't know what's buried underneath you. You can't beat anybody until you beat yourself. Take it from a guy who's done it a few times."

"I could've easily dropped out of this match. It was The Custodian who had issues with you. It was him, Dante, who was so desperate to put you in your place for defying him. I'm not here for a murderer's grudge. I'm here because you hold something very, very dear to me. You hold the championship that bears this company's name. See, I didn't realize how much I missed the XWF until I was gone. There was this feeling like I had finally made it and tossed it all away because I didn't feel like I was good enough. But you know the truth? I love the XWF. That's all The Chameleon really ever turned out to be despite Cormack's mad dreams: my love for this federation given form. In every style and approach and form. Even yours. Even the most wicked people in this federation, I have some level of respect for what they helped create when coming together. But the thing is Marf, as much as you can draw against The Chameleon, you can't draw against me."

"You wanna know something? I haven't said my name this entire promo, nor do I intend to. I don't need to. I spent a lot of time feeling like I constantly had to prove myself to others. Like I had to be the one pulling out all stops constantly, just to keep up, but the truth is that I'm a far greater athlete than I give myself credit for. I'm the nightmare of those who want to watch this federation turn into a circlejerk for their BoB buddies. I'm the man who lives rent free in Sarah Lacklan's head. I'm the name that gets remembered despite being gone for months and months. I am your bane, Marf, not because I'm made better than you, but because I choose to be. I choose to go farther even if I fall from a greater height! I choose to put myself through hell because I know the other side of the flames is a beautiful place to be! I am back. I am hungry. And I am pointed directly at you and every snide little bit of crap you have to say to me. I am Notorious. I am the prophecy foretold and the third chapter has just begun."

"I am..."

"Well, you know my name."