Is it finally your time? I think it is, but the question is, do you think it is? Start using what you used to do and you will understand what is meant by, finding yourself.
TXEB - What the hell does this mean? What I used to do? Wait a minute, I have a feeling I know who this is from, and what this is about. My old friend, "The Nitemare" Rob Osbourne, he once told me that I had lost my way, not acting like the man I am, or the man that I used to be. I used to be a cocky, take no shit, battle everyday of the week son-of-a-bitch, and now, I've calmed down. I think it's time that I don't care about anyone or anything here in the RWA except for the gold. Fuck the fans, fuck the teams, and fuck whoever gets in my way. First person on my list of many, my upcoming opponent for the RWA World Title, "Unable to Handle" Jay Gamble.
Ah yes, Jay Gamble, thus far, you've had a pretty productive run here in the RWA, picking up the RWA World Title in your travels, and that's all well and good yes, but you haven't faced me here yet. You haven't danced the hootchie-koo with yours truly, you haven't gone out and shot the breeze with me, you haven't taken a mirror, looked at yourself, and said, "damn, I have to fight this kid?" Well, your time is now Gamble. Grab that mirror stare yourself in the eye, whisper a little prayer in your own ear, and eventually come to realize who you're dealing with here. You're about to step into the ring with you're Hostile Takeover buddy, you're companion, you're aquaintance, "The Xtreme One", yours truly, Eric Badger.
Yes, I had a minor set back last week, losing to fucking Auzrain Shadows, trust me, its not the greatest thing to have to go through in your career. I underestimated him, and he whooped my ass, I can admit that, but nothing as sweet as whooping my ass, but I'm sorry Jay, you just won't get that oppertunity. There is just too much on the line for me, the RWA World Title, I get a shot at the big time, and having to go through all my contract disputes, I still am going to show up for this, why? because I want to go down in history as the greatest RWA World Champion that ever lived. I don't want to beat another pussy like Chad Hazzard and take his little title from him, but if I have to resort to that, I more than likely will, but who ever heard of a World champion going for more than he can "Handle?"
Looks like that's what you're getting into buddy ole pal. Mr. Unable to Handle is getting into some heated rivalries with the backstabbing, Bronco-bucking, donkey ass fucking Shawn Walsh, when you should be focusing on our match, the match that is tomorrow night, live on HBO, Wednesday Night Homicide. Your life is on the line Jay, your world title, is on the line, and you and I are going to have one classic of a match. The best of the best, I mean, we are of course both in Hostile Takeover, and we both hate Shawn Walsh, and we both dream of being the greatest world champion of all time. See Jay! We have something in common! All friendships aside this Wednesday Jay, you don't win World titles with friends, you win it by being the craziest mother fucker walking god's green earther, and beating the living piss out of your opponent.
By God, I don't mean you Walsh, and if you want the World Title from Gamble so bad, then you might just have to wait until I lose it back to him after Wednesday, because it's my time, it's the year of the Xtreme, my mission if choose, and I already have, accept it, is to do the impossible and beat the almost perfect Jay Gamble. Now if you all will excuse me, this Canadian is one horny motherfucker, and I'm heading over to get me a book from that bitch in the bookstore, and you never know, I might have to "rise to the occasion" and visit the school of "hard knocks!"
***Eric grabs his jacket and jogs down the hallway, heading toward the exit when he is cut off by a mexican housekeeper. She walks as slowly as possible down the hallway, blocking the way with her laundry cart. Eric, being the horniest he can be, grabs the woman by her shoulders, spins her around and!...gentle shoves her into the wall so he can get by. He begins to push the cart towards the stairs and tosses it down. It spills out all over the stairs, as Badger heads out the doorway. He runs down the stairs and hops in his car, as the camera watches it peel away as the camera fades back around to the stairs showing the housekeeping lady picking up t-shirts, and in her right hand, a bloody, Jay Gamble T-shirt. She tosses it into the cart as the scene fades to black.***
FTB
