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The wrestling industry is a world of contrasts. A world of conflicting characters with massive differences of opinion; of character; of race; appearance; height; weight; sexual preference; everything. And yet despite these staggering differences, every single person in this industry is fundamentally the same. They're violent. They're cold. They crave fame and money. They lust after everything in sight. They only embrace situations and people from which they have something to gain. In short: they're despicable. Every single one of them. Except me of course. Dragzilla, on the surface, appears to be unlike any wrestler in the world. But scratch beneath that surface and you'll see something entirely different. Behind the veneer of LOL-RANDOM!!!1 humour and gay-baiting is a wrestler as fundamentally flawed as everyone that came before him. Or on him. See, I can make gay jokes too! ROFLHAMMER! As much as Dragzilla may claim and wish that he was completely different from the others, he's not. He's just as lustful as the rest. He's just as obsessed with the spotlight, just as consumed by his desires. Dragzilla is the embodiment of everything wrong with the wrestling industry. Main reason being, beyond all the fundamental similarities he shares with all the other cancers infecting this industry, he shares the one crucial facet that makes all wrestlers pathetic: He's so delusional he doesn't see that he's just another brick in the wall between the wrestling business and basic human decency. Dragzilla's delusions cause him to believe he's a contrast, flying in the face of the industry. Well allow me to make a few contrasts of my own, will you?
FACT: Dragzilla is power-hungry, trying to climb the corporate ladder in Kingpin's crooked company.
CONTRAST: Jamie Krenshaw has long since grown out of the obsession with power that so pervades this industry.
FACT: Dragzilla is lustful and consumed by desire.
CONTRAST: Jamie Krenshaw is a loving, faithful husband whose sole desire is the happiness of his lovely family.
FACT: Dragzilla, in an act of supreme selfishness, is willing to turn on his own partner for personal gain.
CONTRAST: Jamie Krenshaw has found his soulmate. His life partner and he would never turn on her, no matter what the circumstances.
It hasn't always been this way, of course. I used to be just like you, Dragzilla. I used to party. I slept around. I cut "hilarious" promos ripping on celebrities and pop-culture. I used to swear and make filthy jokes. Hell, those filthy jokes turned me into a star. The difference between me and you and everyone else in this God-forsaken business is that I've changed. I've evolved and matured and become a better person. Meanwhile this industry continues spinning it's wheels, buried in a quagmire of hedonism and self-delusion. You say you're sick and tired of nobody taking you seriously? You're sick and tired of being a laughing stock? Too bad. Every single worm in this rotten apple is a joke and your punchline is no more hilarious or original than anbody elses. You want to complain about your lack of upward mobility in The Wrestling Domain? In Kingpin's company? You want to whine? Well, after Showdown you'll have another thing to whine about. Namely, me defeating you and taking your spot. Oh, and what's that catch phrase you like to utter so gleefully? "Kiss, kiss"? Well, let's just see how much kissing you do after Showdown when your jaw is wired shut. 'Til then, Dragzilla, you keep being "different". I'll just be over here, being great.
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