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"Opened up it's revealed! To me, and to most people with an IQ above 10, you haven't proven anything. Not to Lance, not to me, not to anyone with a pulse. You wife's biased, so her opinion doesn't count. Don't worry, I tell the same thing to Helena when I ask if I look fat. In your eyes, you deserve this. You feel like this is owed to you. This is what you always wanted. Your hometown, and a chance to win the World Title, almost a year after you arrived here. This is your dream. This is your nightmare. "Focus bliss I thought I found it. My girl, my achievements...my brother. The thin line between what you want, and what you need blurs when it all appears just like that. Chris, has it started to blur yet? The very thought of you being able to have it ALL? That's it! You're the fucking man now, Davison! You can hear people bitch about what you do, and what you don't do. You can try to please everyone, but it's just not going to happen. It all comes at a cost. I paid the price...it was my sanity. That's just a matter of perspective though. What are you going to pay for all you wanted? What price will it cost you? Your free time? Your humbleness? Your relationship with Rachel? Christopher...needless to say, you have to pay, just like everyone who has come before you. Just like Michael, just like Lance, just like Rachel herself. We all lost a bit of ourselves to this cursed piece of gold. We all became so very blurry...and the distorted visage people saw, they grew to hate. "Bear with me I knew the costs...everyone told me. Two of my closest friends ever held this belt, and they warned me of the cost. Gavin said, "Be careful...that belt will take whatever good is left in you so far away." I thought he was paranoid. I thought he was foolish. He was right. So there, Chris. Everything is staring you in the face, sticking it's fucking tongue out at you, like a big ole' taunt. Everything you could ever ask for is a heartbeat away. You're getting it the cheap way. No effort. You can't beat down what's already dead, Chris...and that's me. There's nothing left inside. No love left for this sport...no love left for this world. I'm a disillusioned old cynic, and I haven't even aged to 30 yet. I don't care, but at the same time I do...because if I'm going to lose this belt, I want it to be anyone but you. I want it to be to someone who gives a damn about this sport, and someone who gives a damn about the people around them. Like Darrin. I could lose to him, and when we're both looking up at the ring lights after we beat the shit out of each other, I could say..."We did it...we tore the fucking house down." He could nod and say..."We sure did, JC...we sure as hell did". Plus with Helena in my arms, hell doesn't seem so painful. I can make it through...and maybe I can break the curse. I can beat the world...I'm Jonathan Storm...and all you are is someone wishing to be me. "I thought I found You never wanted to help me for real, Chris. You never wanted to really align with me to help me through my troubles. Your whore of a wife went as so far as to accuse me of being in cahoots with Draven, Boden, and Robbie. What the fuck does she know? Why the hell should she care? You would've sold me out if they promised to help you. You're single minded...and it takes me back. It reminds me of a person I used to be. A person I despised. It reminds me of my past, and it took a beating to break me out of it. You and I never had a future together, and we sure as hell don't have one apart. We never really wanted the other person around, did we? You never wanted me around because I could succeed, even in my younger stages and forms. I never wanted you because everyone thought you were so fucking special. I never thought of you as "Tempest's lapdog" or "Rachel's boyfriend". I thought of you as the biggest motherfucking pain in the ass I've ever met, save for one guy...some asshole I won't mention. You hated him too, but you're just as bad. You're no better than him, always wanting to look your best and afraid to get your fingernails dirty. You saw my ascension as your greatest failure. You saw my victories as your biggest defeats. You saw my title as something that was rightfully yours. It's your time to be the chosen one, right? No...not on my watch. I'm doing this for your own good, Chris. I'll hold this belt from you until you grow up and learn to act your age. So winning this match is not just to see if I can really go the distance...it's about saving your soul. It's about giving me what I always wanted...a chance for redemption. So what will the devil tempt you with to go this far? At what cost will this belt cost you? What did the Devil make you pay? Whatever he charged you, he better be prepared for a refund. You can't have this...I'm going to go the distance and break the curse...and then you can try to take this from me. And then you can try to get what you always wanted...but not before I get mine. "I got what I wanted I got just what I always wanted...salvation.
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