I’m not the same as yesterday, it’s hard to explain how things have changed, but I’m not the same as before. The day I signed to Joker Wrestling, was the beginning of my sanity’s end. The darkness of this company, hovering over my head from DAY. ONE. I am the outsider, I’m the guy NO ONE back there, deep down. Wants to be at the helm at any division. From the day I walked in, to the day, Backlash. That I will walk THROUGH Kenny Omega.
I’ve been waiting, since JokerMania, to get my hands on a champion, and it seems as if Kenny Omega, you’re the perfect one. You see, I’ve been watching you closely since you took the United States Championship from Baron Corbin, a man I tried to do the same thing to. If it wasn’t for Austin Aries, I would’ve. I guarantee that, but that’s the problem. Joker Wrestling doesn’t believe in me, so they send out guys like Austin Aries to try to put me in my place.
I’m the monster this business doesn’t want to be created, and I don’t need some goddamn Devil in the sky, to prove how far I’m willing to go. I’m the Venom Joker Wrestling doesn’t need in its veins, because. They KNOW. If I get anywhere near gold, I’ll destroy this company into the ground with my bare fucking hands. If this disease, this VIRUS. Gets through Kenny Omega, you’re all fucked. That’s exactly how I want it to be.
This business has been built on principles you’re not supposed to break. The problem is. I’ve broken every one. I feel the burning hatred in everyone’s eyes when I walk through that curtain. When my music plays, the KO logo. It eats everyone alive, because they know how damn good I really am.
The fact is, this isn’t even fully about Kenny Omega to me, I could care less who would be standing on the other side of that ring, in my eyes. That’s just another obstacle that this company throws in front of me. Just another attempt to try to stop me. But this time, ALL OF YOU, will realize. You can’t fucking win the war against Kevin Owens. | CIC. |