Post by jd on Feb 19, 2007 9:13:09 GMT -6
Everyday is a gift, that's why they call it the 'present'. Concerning Power On Wrestling, I've already provided this lovely federation with the most-desirable presence of yours truly last week. In standard Jason Dread fashion, I will one-up that contribution in a matter of a weeks time. Last week it was merely endowing this grand environment with the presence of a true champion, but this week is truly the spectacle that EVERYONE is hyped about and looking forward to: 'The Wrestling Juggernaut' himself competing inside the squared circle once again. Luckily for POW, it will be Tito Capaci's very own brainchild that gets the majestic splendor of acknowledging Jason Dread as one of it's very own.
Of course, the facet of knowledge concerning my exact reasoning for affiliating myself with this very promotion still lingers in the minds of many. If you weren't yet aware, then let me be the first to tell you that POW's founder Tito Capaci and I haven't exactly seen eye to eye in the past; however, the same could be said about Tito and the other proverbial luminaries filling out the rest of the POW roster as well. There never was a rule stating that you have to get along on a personal level with the individual that you're coming to terms with. My signing of a POW contract is strictly a business endeavor.
Although I'm not particularly fond of Mr. Capaci, I do have respect for the man. It's not difficult to see that Tito is a hardworking fellow, and he will do anything that he must to help this federation succeed. There are many who attempt to open up and run their very own wrestling promotion -- and more often than not those who attempt to do so are not cut out for the job. As a wrestler, it doesn't excite us to align ourselves with a federation only to find out a week or two later that the exact company we've associated ourselves has disbanded. When going through the thought process of which wrestling coalition to join, we go for which one will potentially last the longest, have the greatest success, and provide the best suitable competition for we as warriors to test our craft against. In my eyes, POW is that place under Tito Capaci's leadership.
With that said, it's time to get to what REALLY matters: what happens inside that sacred wrestling ring. As POW's very first grand spectacle -- dubbed First Rights -- is just a few days away, yours truly already finds himself up against some rather formidable competition in a pretty high-profile match up. Now, it's nothing compared to main-event status per say, but for a first match at a DVD Taping, not to mention a first match in the federation overall? Not bad, not bad at all. But, of course, that's just what you come to expect when you're Jason freaking Dread. On top of that, I pretty much had the opportunity to chose my very own opponent. I knew whoever I came to blows with at last weeks show when I made my very first appearance would most likely be my opposition at First Rights, and lo-and-behold everything went according to plan.
So, now the next query arises: why Dave Hunter? You know, other than the fact that all of his psycho-babble about being this and that in a place called United Wrestling Company -- or UWC for short -- rubbing me the wrong way, I can honestly admit that I had no other purpose for imposing my will amongst Big Dave. There were admittedly better suited choices for me to go up against in my first showing, but alas Hunter is the one I've entrapped myself in a match with. I have no discrepancies with my decision. I'll take great pride in disposing of Dave Hunter and introducing him to the true UWC megastar.
He can claim how he was king this and king that, but let's be real here: there were so many chaps running around there using the moniker of 'King' that the once-sacrosanct eminence abandoned any and all significance it detained. I annihilated so many supposed 'Kings' that I shouldn't even be alive right now due to repercussions let alone live to tell about it. It appears that I've have to wield that imperial blade once more and dethrone yet another 'King'. It's rather humorous how such a rank gets thrown around nowadays. No longer do you have to be born into an all-powerful dynasty to be considered a king, all you have to do is win a measly tournament filled with 'lower-class' talent. Where were guys like myself, Tito Capaci, and Jay T. Nitro at when you were on your journey of becoming king? Oh yeah, in main events…
Judging by your previous words as of late, I'm quite certain that you've allowed one major bit of data to escape from that thick head of yours. As you obviously cannot recall, we've already stepped into the ring against one another, Mr. Hunter. Along with a group of other fellows all vying for a momentous spot in UWC's WarZone Royal Rumble match, you and I competed in a battle royal. If you're not able to recall, then let me remind you that it was I who walked away victorious over you and the rest of the buffoons competing. On top of that, who was it that actually won the rumble match itself alongside Tito, and Nitro? Oh, right -- that was yours truly as well. You can make the argument that those were multi-person matches and not standard one on one encounters like it is now, but that's not going to change anything. I've NEVER lost in singles competition, and I don't plan to relinquish such a feat by succumbing to the likes of you.
I single handedly carried UWC on my back for months on end. When I arrived I lit a spark under all of the stars and the fed as a whole. I plied my way through all of the competition and worked my way to the top. Very few men can actually claim that they've beaten Jason Dread, and even then it's usually under bizarre circumstances. I really hope you bring your absolute best to the table and don't fold under pressure, Dave. Ultimately, all I ever hope and look for is suitable competition against a formidable foe, and I hope you can supply me with what I'm looking for. I highly doubt that you can best me, but good luck anyways, Predator.
Speaking of which, before I end this we just HAVE to review that moniker of yours. So, why is it again that you've been labeled 'The Predator'? As far as I can tell it wasn't given to you under the corollary of those witnessing you competing in the ring noticing your intense bloodlust and competitive nature. I'm assuming that this nickname was indeed made up by your very own self in hopes that it will in some way instill fear into those that oppose you, am I correct? Surely, it cannot be because of your athletic prowess and ability to rip your opponents to shreds. Of course, there isn't just one sort of a predator. You wouldn't happen to be a sexual predator, now would you, Dave? As rudimentary as it may sound, the latter better suits you than the original meaning of the word.
Of course, the facet of knowledge concerning my exact reasoning for affiliating myself with this very promotion still lingers in the minds of many. If you weren't yet aware, then let me be the first to tell you that POW's founder Tito Capaci and I haven't exactly seen eye to eye in the past; however, the same could be said about Tito and the other proverbial luminaries filling out the rest of the POW roster as well. There never was a rule stating that you have to get along on a personal level with the individual that you're coming to terms with. My signing of a POW contract is strictly a business endeavor.
Although I'm not particularly fond of Mr. Capaci, I do have respect for the man. It's not difficult to see that Tito is a hardworking fellow, and he will do anything that he must to help this federation succeed. There are many who attempt to open up and run their very own wrestling promotion -- and more often than not those who attempt to do so are not cut out for the job. As a wrestler, it doesn't excite us to align ourselves with a federation only to find out a week or two later that the exact company we've associated ourselves has disbanded. When going through the thought process of which wrestling coalition to join, we go for which one will potentially last the longest, have the greatest success, and provide the best suitable competition for we as warriors to test our craft against. In my eyes, POW is that place under Tito Capaci's leadership.
With that said, it's time to get to what REALLY matters: what happens inside that sacred wrestling ring. As POW's very first grand spectacle -- dubbed First Rights -- is just a few days away, yours truly already finds himself up against some rather formidable competition in a pretty high-profile match up. Now, it's nothing compared to main-event status per say, but for a first match at a DVD Taping, not to mention a first match in the federation overall? Not bad, not bad at all. But, of course, that's just what you come to expect when you're Jason freaking Dread. On top of that, I pretty much had the opportunity to chose my very own opponent. I knew whoever I came to blows with at last weeks show when I made my very first appearance would most likely be my opposition at First Rights, and lo-and-behold everything went according to plan.
So, now the next query arises: why Dave Hunter? You know, other than the fact that all of his psycho-babble about being this and that in a place called United Wrestling Company -- or UWC for short -- rubbing me the wrong way, I can honestly admit that I had no other purpose for imposing my will amongst Big Dave. There were admittedly better suited choices for me to go up against in my first showing, but alas Hunter is the one I've entrapped myself in a match with. I have no discrepancies with my decision. I'll take great pride in disposing of Dave Hunter and introducing him to the true UWC megastar.
He can claim how he was king this and king that, but let's be real here: there were so many chaps running around there using the moniker of 'King' that the once-sacrosanct eminence abandoned any and all significance it detained. I annihilated so many supposed 'Kings' that I shouldn't even be alive right now due to repercussions let alone live to tell about it. It appears that I've have to wield that imperial blade once more and dethrone yet another 'King'. It's rather humorous how such a rank gets thrown around nowadays. No longer do you have to be born into an all-powerful dynasty to be considered a king, all you have to do is win a measly tournament filled with 'lower-class' talent. Where were guys like myself, Tito Capaci, and Jay T. Nitro at when you were on your journey of becoming king? Oh yeah, in main events…
Judging by your previous words as of late, I'm quite certain that you've allowed one major bit of data to escape from that thick head of yours. As you obviously cannot recall, we've already stepped into the ring against one another, Mr. Hunter. Along with a group of other fellows all vying for a momentous spot in UWC's WarZone Royal Rumble match, you and I competed in a battle royal. If you're not able to recall, then let me remind you that it was I who walked away victorious over you and the rest of the buffoons competing. On top of that, who was it that actually won the rumble match itself alongside Tito, and Nitro? Oh, right -- that was yours truly as well. You can make the argument that those were multi-person matches and not standard one on one encounters like it is now, but that's not going to change anything. I've NEVER lost in singles competition, and I don't plan to relinquish such a feat by succumbing to the likes of you.
I single handedly carried UWC on my back for months on end. When I arrived I lit a spark under all of the stars and the fed as a whole. I plied my way through all of the competition and worked my way to the top. Very few men can actually claim that they've beaten Jason Dread, and even then it's usually under bizarre circumstances. I really hope you bring your absolute best to the table and don't fold under pressure, Dave. Ultimately, all I ever hope and look for is suitable competition against a formidable foe, and I hope you can supply me with what I'm looking for. I highly doubt that you can best me, but good luck anyways, Predator.
Speaking of which, before I end this we just HAVE to review that moniker of yours. So, why is it again that you've been labeled 'The Predator'? As far as I can tell it wasn't given to you under the corollary of those witnessing you competing in the ring noticing your intense bloodlust and competitive nature. I'm assuming that this nickname was indeed made up by your very own self in hopes that it will in some way instill fear into those that oppose you, am I correct? Surely, it cannot be because of your athletic prowess and ability to rip your opponents to shreds. Of course, there isn't just one sort of a predator. You wouldn't happen to be a sexual predator, now would you, Dave? As rudimentary as it may sound, the latter better suits you than the original meaning of the word.