The Expression...

Refusing to accept it...

Yours lowered...

Well, because...

Better move...

But no one feels sorry for you...

It doesn't need you...

Even after... failure... it goes on... especially... then...



》》FAILURE《《

Early on, and already points to regret... in pain to endure, one can make changes, Kid. Grief can be a wild, foolish, hapless rebellion. Heart against a brick wall, your very will smashing against locked facts, the impenetrable things like how you act. Yielding nothing but the wash back into XWF obscurity after this match.

Cool, Kid Kool... you think it is funny to mock someone as plain for being flawless. It isn't interesting to you. Flaws make you who you are. You imagine fun as taking advantage of those things to win. But here I am, not providing any. Get used to it. You even depend on another man named "Maverick" to drive me out... knowing you will fail. What a way to live.

ONE MAN dances around making jokes. THE OTHER calculates his plan.

> FAIL <

To see the things right in front of your face. Keep guessing. Keep moving. Avoid the match. Kiss your mother on the forehead. Wish her well. If you can find her. Be a good citizen. Attend charitable functions. Pretend to be what you think is success... imperfectly.

CONVINCING yourself doesn't hold outward realization. I AM NOT convinced.

> FAIL <

Giving credit where it is due. Take it for granted. Try to convince yourself that you have seen many like me. Be steadfast in your assumptions. Smack fans hands on your way to the ring. Act like your gut doesn't tell you... no. Ignore the disability to perform basic in-ring functions out of fear of failure. Maybe it will go away, after all, reality is only what we accept to exist... right? Wrong.



Ego. Built on part ability, part personality, part... shut it. Caesars Palace... no wonder you can't hang with the new strip at XWF. I was BORN in the city of sin. It is my backyard, Kid Kool. Vegas doesn't care how great you want to be. Likewise, I don't care about your ego. Your ability may be immense. Your personality could make people happy. But what difference does it make when I hit you with things you've never seen before? What cocky sayings will come out of your mouth, how clever will you be, when my boot is on your neck? Don't hit me with petty mindless insults. Don't remind us of all the things we watch XWF to escape. Why be the same tool in a box we've all opened before? We didn't need it the first time, and we don't need it now. I bet when you go to antique stores they try to keep your personality. Don't be so incredibly... weak. Be different. Be more. Be perfect. Oh, that's right... you can't. You attempt to make up for where you are lacking... you try to mask it... with your delightful quips. Well, as wonderful as you think you are... I am better. I want you to admit it. I want you to say it out loud and listen to yourself. Say it. "Kid Kool, the failure." Say it again. And again. Get it through your skull. You can assign nicknames, say that a first name only means I am less... but the symbolic tone of what I represent is clearly lost upon your deaf ears. Open them. Listen. No one gives even one solid ounce of effort about you here. Play whatever casino games you intend for the house to own you through. Because... they will. Roll whatever dice you want for our fight... you'll lose. Make all the unsophisticated ego-manical puns you want... it won't save you. In the end, it will be just like the beginning, you'll be reborn... alone... shaking... wondering why... begging for a mother... who left you cold.



For one who grieves, there's no point to regret... one, who through pain, is not trying to make changes. Trying to undo in your mind what you must accept in life. Repositioning the precise bricks one smashes and smashes against. Years you may wander. Trying to overturn each stone. Asking the wrong questions... flinging your hair, biting your nails, yet... the answers... never existed. There is nothing to explain failing, except the hard reality of not being good enough. And you can never, ever, change that.

Cool.

Cool.

Cool.

Cool.

Cool.

Cool.

Cool.

Be whatever you want... but I'll be ready...



To accept your failure... perfectly.