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B.O.B. D · (04-13-2019)

My path is being paved with each and every step forward I take. I will never be happy at, or even near, the bottom of the barrel. Wins will bring me up, but they have to be of quality. My 'win' over EDWARD and Jake Avery was tainted, left a bad taste in my mouth. At this very moment, people STILL don't know what to think of me. Yes, the record will forever show a W in my column, but unlike Genie Tate, I am willing to give credit where it's due and even DIScredit myself when the time calls for it. And right now is one of those times.

I should be relishing in victory, enjoying getting my first official win in XWF, but alas I cannot. Not when everyone can watch the replay and see that someone else finished off EDWARD for me and placed my drained body across his, for whatever reason.

I don't know why that person did what they did, but it leaves me with an emptiness that must be filled. It's left me with a feeling of doubt. I know I can beat EDWARD, but the world doesn't know this. I've already pinned him once for a quick Heavymetalweight Championship run, but even that doesn't feel like enough. A champion is a champion, but it doesn't seem as fulfilling knowing you caught someone off guard; doesn't feel like a true victory when someone wins the match for you, either.

This Saturday will hopefully be different. Not different in terms of me coming out on top, but in the fact that maybe me and my rival can ACTUALLY settle this. I'm tired of everyone interfering with my business, sick of the fact that I have yet to score a legitimate victory.

They could be trying to drive me, a serious threat to every Championship in XWF, out of the business. It would make sense, take out one of the biggest threats while he's at his most vulnerable, drive him insane to the point of heading back into retirement.

Well I ain't quitting just yet. I've thrown plenty of tantrums in my career, and they've gotten me nowhere. You don't get title opportunities by pissing and moaning, hell if you do, you usually fail horribly and everyone looks at you like you're a punk ass bitch. I'm gonna pick myself up, walk into that parking lot brawl with EDWARD and TEAR HIM TO PIECES!!!!!! If people are gonna stick their noses in Big D's business, they're gonna pay for it. EDWARD is the man who made that the thing to do, and when I am done with him, people will think twice about pissing me off.

When I came into XWF, I didn't do a whole lot of scouting, but I got a quick run down of a few people. EDWARD stuck out like a sore thumb and not in a good way. His name instantly stuck out to me, because it instantly reminded me of that Vampire from those awful movies. I hated those movies.

I remember being a single guy hanging out with some close friends who had this female friend I kind of had a thing for. They wanted to watch Twilight and I told them if they wanted to do that, I would just hang out outside smoking cigarettes until they were done. So they went to put it in and as I made my way outside, I remember that girl making a comment about how she 'wanted to find a guy just like Edward.' To this day, no-one can ever TRULY know how hard that moment slapped me in the face; being this nice guy who wasn't the BEST looking, but could at least treat a woman right. But instead, they were all fantasizing about fictional characters and unrealistic expectations, and it made me into quite a sexist asshole for a very long time.

And once again I am left face to face with another EDWARD, only this time I can actually take my aggression out. Because this EDWARD is real and in my way, just as THAT Edward was in my way of scoring some pussy. And this EDWARD may just have to pay double the price for the two of them.

I have no problem being in a parking lot brawl, I may be a great wrestler, but I can be quite psychotic at times. The fact that I have so much anger built up makes this the perfect match for me:

-EDWARD wanted to get a piece of Big D? Here's a piece of glass to the scalp!

-Management doesn't believe I've come close to proving myself? Here EDWARD, you're going through a sunroof!

-People want to try and make a name for themselves by whooping MY ass when I'm distracted? BOOM! How's that door slamming against your brainless skull feel, EDWARD?!?!?!

The more crap I take in life, the more I pick myself up and overcome it. What did I do when that bitch denied me because I didn't 'dress cool enough?' I went out and found someone worth my while who wasn't a judgmental cunt. What did I do when former NWF World Champion, POz, tried to hand me his Championship and they instead vacated it? I went to that ring and won 3 matches in one fucking night and EARNED my place at the top!

Come Saturday night, by whatever means necessary, I am gonna walk out of that parking lot with my hand raised and my head held high. And after that, I expect my title ranking to be dramatically different when all is said and done. Because I am better than they've given me credit for, better than the opening matches they deem me to be in, and certainly better than the 'man' that will be standing across from me at the start, and lying on the ground out cold at the end. And that ain't no story, it's just simply facts.

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