Arrogance & Hypocrisy
Jan 7, 2016 4:33:40 GMT -5
Post by Danny Diamond on Jan 7, 2016 4:33:40 GMT -5
Reminiscing
Location: The Mind of a Liberated Man
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It's so strange, being here by myself. For most people their mind, their thoughts, are a place of seclusion, away from the rest of the world. For me, at least in the most recent years, I've been a guest in my own subconscious. It's been just me, my thoughts and ... him. Most of the time, he left me be in here. I would sit the corners of the darkness and wonder what the hell I ever did to deserve this punishment. But, on occasion, he'd be there, talking to me, taunting me. He would brag about how well his mission is going and the people he's hurt, as if I didn't already know. He never forgot that I was fully aware when he was doing these things, I think he just wanted to remind me every chance he could.
My recovery process really began a few months back. It seemed as though I had reached the darkest pit of despair. Rock bottom, as some would say. The love of my life was gone. My father was gone. I couldn't do the one thing I loved the most - wrestle. I was so busy trying to fight off Mirage that my mind had become a complete warzone. It's true, what they say. Only once you've experienced true darkness can you begin to see the light. After all of this fighting, all of this struggling, I had finally realized something I should've known all along.
Mirage and I are one in the same.
I always knew he wasn't real, to a degree. He was always just some voice in my head. The problem is, I never realized that was my own voice speaking to me. I was born into luxury, yet I chose the problematic path. I didn't want to be pampered. I wanted to earn my place in this world. But, somewhere along the way, I created this entity - this evil entity. I trained my arse off, day and night, to become one of the best damn wrestlers ever, but something was missing. I yearned for more.
I needed a change, I needed something different. I needed a new me. My arrogance was getting the better of me until he came along. He did what I needed him to do, put me in my place. I finally had discipline, but it went too far.
He wouldn't stop. He couldn't be stopped. It was as if Satan himself had possessed me. I just wanted to make my father proud. Yeah, he must be real proud of me, now.
No matter how many times I was told to seek help, I didn't. I thought I could handle him by myself, but I was so wrong. I was wrong because I didn't know what had been created was my own brain child. It's kind of like being in a dream. Everything that happens is all in your head, it's your own creation, yet you can't control it. Whether it's good or bad, it just happens. You don't question it. It just is. But the difference between Mirage and a dream is that, in the dream world, nothing is real. In my world, Mirage wasn't real, but the chaos he caused was.
I have to live with everything I've done under that persona. I can't just wake up one day and all of my horrible actions are gone, they never existed. No, there's no waking up from this nightmare. He's gone now, yes, but what he's done will remain forever. The impact he's left on my life will forever stain my soul.
Once I realized that Mirage was I and I was Mirage, that was it. His voice was gone. I didn't feel that feeling of desperation anymore. I could control my body without the urge to slice off the faces of everyone that pissed me off. I just wish I could've realized it sooner.
I feel as though part of me will miss this chapter of my life. It's been all I've known for so long. But there truly is no better feeling than knowing that Mirage will never be seen again. I can finally enjoy this industry the way I was meant to. All of my accomplishments, my many accolades, awards, championships, everything ... I can enjoy them. And, most importantly, I can look to the future. With a grin on my face, I can say it loud and proud for the world to hear ...
Diamonds are forever.
Arrogance & Hypocrisy
Location: DannyDiamond.com
ONLINE
It's been a while since I've posted anything on here. Normally I'd do vlogs, but it's kind of late, my hair's a mess, you know. I mean, I'm still gorgeous, but it's easier for me to type this right now, so let's have a blog, shall we?
Where do I start? I made my return to FGA recently and defeated the beautiful Noelle Smith. Very talented lady and I do wish her the best of luck as she continues her career, but there was no way I was starting off my return with a loss. In FGA-related news, I've also been entered into the Joker's Wild tag team tournament. My original partner had to pull out due to unforeseen circumstances, so I'm interested in seeing who it is I'll actually be teaming with. Not that it matters, mind you. I'm winning the damn thing regardless of who I team with.
Now, up next, I've got a woman by the name of Savannah Taylor. Savannah Taylor ... right, let's get to this.
So, you think you know me, eh? You think you know everything there is to know about Danny Diamond. You brag about being in some of the best matches of all time. You went thirty-five minutes with a Hall of Famer? Try going an hour, multiple times, with different Hall of Famers. You can talk about how I carry myself all you want, but you don't know a damn thing about me. Watching me talk, hell even watching me in action, is nothing compared to being in that action with me. Of course, I suppose the same could be said for you. I watched as you were inserted into the EXODUS World Championship match last minute and won. I can study you all I want, but it's simply a different ballgame when you step foot inside of a squared circle with someone you've never faced before.
I damn near had my back broken roughly twenty minutes into a Hardcore Sixty Minute Ironman match against my best friend, yet I continued and fought until the time limit had ended. You want to talk about how I carry myself? Outside of the ring, yeah, maybe I'm a bit of a prick, a cocky bastard. Inside the ring, it's a whole different story. We all have accomplishments. We've all done shit we're proud of. But, as you said, our accomplishments mean jackshit in the places we didn't accomplish them. I can talk to you about all of the amazing things I've done with my career for hours. I can list accolade after accolade. It doesn't matter. What matters is what happens next and what happens next is I beat the final EXODUS World Champion.
I'm not lucky to have beaten Noelle. I beat her because I'm better than her. Yeah, I grabbed the tights. You know what I did before that? I snapped the sole of my boot into her throat and took her out. Whether I grabbed the tights or not, she was done. That was just a little insurance. I'm better than Noelle, just as I'll prove to be better than you. You can try to get me all riled up by acting like I'm some sort of egotistical loud-mouth who can't back up his words, but you'll learn, first-hand, that is not the case. I've overcome far worse obstacles than you. I won't lie and say what I've seen of you isn't impressive. I'm not going to pretend you have no talent and that you're all talk. But it's not pretending when I say that I'm above you.
I've worked so hard, day in and day out, since I stepped into this industry. I've trained with one of England's greatest wrestlers, my own father. I've put my entire life into this business. At times, it's consumed me. It's made me do things I never wanted to do. I've hurt the people I love, some more than others, and I've alienated myself from my friends and family on many occasions. Do you really think you have what it takes to bring down all of that? I've worked too damn long and too damn hard to be the target of some bitch who thinks she's God's gift to this industry. I don't think you understand how this works. You don't enter a company and try to make one of their former champions the underdog. You don't act like someone who's been wrestling twice as long as you is supposed to fear you. I don't fear you. I don't fear any motherfucker standing on my Earth. The fight of my life? No. Some early-card match against an overrated cunt isn't going to be the fight of my life. I'm sick of people like you thinking you're in my league. Yes, you're talented. Not nearly as good looking as you think you are, but talented nonetheless. We've been over that. However, and let me say this really slow for you, you are - not - in my league.
Disrespecting me isn't the way to go about making a name for yourself in a new company. It'll only lead you to embarrassment when the man you disrespected kicks you in the Goddamn throat and lays you the fuck out for the three count. And no, I'm not going to grab your tights. I'm going to beat you, fair and square, in the center of that ring, because I can. Then, once I'm done with you, just as I said to Noelle, I'm moving onto the next and beating them, too. You may think you're some huge challenge that I have to go through to prove that I belong, but the fact of the matter is, you're a minor road bump that I'm going to speed passed. You're treating this match as if I'm some no-name curtain jerker and that's going to be your biggest downfall. If anyone's got something to prove on Saturday, it's you. I've held gold here. I've beaten someone you yourself said is one of the most talented wrestlers on the roster. You've done nothing.
Some people like being underrated. Some like it when their opponent doesn't realize what they're getting themselves into. They like it because they knows that means they're opponent won't give it their all because they don't think they need to. Fuck that. I want your best. I want you to hit me with everything you've got, so there's no bullshit excuses when I beat you. I want the whole world to realize that Danny Diamond is better than Savannah Taylor. Not that he got a lucky win over her, not that she expected him to be a push over and didn't put in her full effort, no - that he is better than her, plain and simple.
One thing I find absolutely hilarious is the hypocrisy. You have the audacity to tell me to stop clinging to past accomplishments while going on and on about how you were in the best matches of all time and how you won a World Championship that you never defended once because the company closed down. You brag about shit that isn't even worth bragging about and then call me a child for bragging about accomplishments that mean something. Fuck you. Yeah, past accolades don't mean shit in different companies, but I'm going to brag about the amazing shit I did all I want because I did that shit and I deserve to brag about it. I'm not going to call other people children for bragging about stuff they did, though, because I'm not a gigantic fucking hypocrite.
Alright, yeah, you know what? You did piss me off a little bit. I'm fine with that, though, because when I'm pissed, I don't lose focus. I use that anger and beat the fuck out of whoever is up against me next. Start making up your list of excuses for when this child beats you, because I already know you're not just going to accept the loss like a grown adult should. No, you're too good to legitimately be beaten by the likes of me, right? Heh, good luck with that.
See you in Boston, Savannah. Bring your A game and please, don't get too upset when you lose.
- Danny Diamond
Location: The Mind of a Liberated Man
OFF CAMERA
It's so strange, being here by myself. For most people their mind, their thoughts, are a place of seclusion, away from the rest of the world. For me, at least in the most recent years, I've been a guest in my own subconscious. It's been just me, my thoughts and ... him. Most of the time, he left me be in here. I would sit the corners of the darkness and wonder what the hell I ever did to deserve this punishment. But, on occasion, he'd be there, talking to me, taunting me. He would brag about how well his mission is going and the people he's hurt, as if I didn't already know. He never forgot that I was fully aware when he was doing these things, I think he just wanted to remind me every chance he could.
My recovery process really began a few months back. It seemed as though I had reached the darkest pit of despair. Rock bottom, as some would say. The love of my life was gone. My father was gone. I couldn't do the one thing I loved the most - wrestle. I was so busy trying to fight off Mirage that my mind had become a complete warzone. It's true, what they say. Only once you've experienced true darkness can you begin to see the light. After all of this fighting, all of this struggling, I had finally realized something I should've known all along.
Mirage and I are one in the same.
I always knew he wasn't real, to a degree. He was always just some voice in my head. The problem is, I never realized that was my own voice speaking to me. I was born into luxury, yet I chose the problematic path. I didn't want to be pampered. I wanted to earn my place in this world. But, somewhere along the way, I created this entity - this evil entity. I trained my arse off, day and night, to become one of the best damn wrestlers ever, but something was missing. I yearned for more.
I needed a change, I needed something different. I needed a new me. My arrogance was getting the better of me until he came along. He did what I needed him to do, put me in my place. I finally had discipline, but it went too far.
He wouldn't stop. He couldn't be stopped. It was as if Satan himself had possessed me. I just wanted to make my father proud. Yeah, he must be real proud of me, now.
No matter how many times I was told to seek help, I didn't. I thought I could handle him by myself, but I was so wrong. I was wrong because I didn't know what had been created was my own brain child. It's kind of like being in a dream. Everything that happens is all in your head, it's your own creation, yet you can't control it. Whether it's good or bad, it just happens. You don't question it. It just is. But the difference between Mirage and a dream is that, in the dream world, nothing is real. In my world, Mirage wasn't real, but the chaos he caused was.
I have to live with everything I've done under that persona. I can't just wake up one day and all of my horrible actions are gone, they never existed. No, there's no waking up from this nightmare. He's gone now, yes, but what he's done will remain forever. The impact he's left on my life will forever stain my soul.
Once I realized that Mirage was I and I was Mirage, that was it. His voice was gone. I didn't feel that feeling of desperation anymore. I could control my body without the urge to slice off the faces of everyone that pissed me off. I just wish I could've realized it sooner.
I feel as though part of me will miss this chapter of my life. It's been all I've known for so long. But there truly is no better feeling than knowing that Mirage will never be seen again. I can finally enjoy this industry the way I was meant to. All of my accomplishments, my many accolades, awards, championships, everything ... I can enjoy them. And, most importantly, I can look to the future. With a grin on my face, I can say it loud and proud for the world to hear ...
Diamonds are forever.
Arrogance & Hypocrisy
Location: DannyDiamond.com
ONLINE
It's been a while since I've posted anything on here. Normally I'd do vlogs, but it's kind of late, my hair's a mess, you know. I mean, I'm still gorgeous, but it's easier for me to type this right now, so let's have a blog, shall we?
Where do I start? I made my return to FGA recently and defeated the beautiful Noelle Smith. Very talented lady and I do wish her the best of luck as she continues her career, but there was no way I was starting off my return with a loss. In FGA-related news, I've also been entered into the Joker's Wild tag team tournament. My original partner had to pull out due to unforeseen circumstances, so I'm interested in seeing who it is I'll actually be teaming with. Not that it matters, mind you. I'm winning the damn thing regardless of who I team with.
Now, up next, I've got a woman by the name of Savannah Taylor. Savannah Taylor ... right, let's get to this.
So, you think you know me, eh? You think you know everything there is to know about Danny Diamond. You brag about being in some of the best matches of all time. You went thirty-five minutes with a Hall of Famer? Try going an hour, multiple times, with different Hall of Famers. You can talk about how I carry myself all you want, but you don't know a damn thing about me. Watching me talk, hell even watching me in action, is nothing compared to being in that action with me. Of course, I suppose the same could be said for you. I watched as you were inserted into the EXODUS World Championship match last minute and won. I can study you all I want, but it's simply a different ballgame when you step foot inside of a squared circle with someone you've never faced before.
I damn near had my back broken roughly twenty minutes into a Hardcore Sixty Minute Ironman match against my best friend, yet I continued and fought until the time limit had ended. You want to talk about how I carry myself? Outside of the ring, yeah, maybe I'm a bit of a prick, a cocky bastard. Inside the ring, it's a whole different story. We all have accomplishments. We've all done shit we're proud of. But, as you said, our accomplishments mean jackshit in the places we didn't accomplish them. I can talk to you about all of the amazing things I've done with my career for hours. I can list accolade after accolade. It doesn't matter. What matters is what happens next and what happens next is I beat the final EXODUS World Champion.
I'm not lucky to have beaten Noelle. I beat her because I'm better than her. Yeah, I grabbed the tights. You know what I did before that? I snapped the sole of my boot into her throat and took her out. Whether I grabbed the tights or not, she was done. That was just a little insurance. I'm better than Noelle, just as I'll prove to be better than you. You can try to get me all riled up by acting like I'm some sort of egotistical loud-mouth who can't back up his words, but you'll learn, first-hand, that is not the case. I've overcome far worse obstacles than you. I won't lie and say what I've seen of you isn't impressive. I'm not going to pretend you have no talent and that you're all talk. But it's not pretending when I say that I'm above you.
I've worked so hard, day in and day out, since I stepped into this industry. I've trained with one of England's greatest wrestlers, my own father. I've put my entire life into this business. At times, it's consumed me. It's made me do things I never wanted to do. I've hurt the people I love, some more than others, and I've alienated myself from my friends and family on many occasions. Do you really think you have what it takes to bring down all of that? I've worked too damn long and too damn hard to be the target of some bitch who thinks she's God's gift to this industry. I don't think you understand how this works. You don't enter a company and try to make one of their former champions the underdog. You don't act like someone who's been wrestling twice as long as you is supposed to fear you. I don't fear you. I don't fear any motherfucker standing on my Earth. The fight of my life? No. Some early-card match against an overrated cunt isn't going to be the fight of my life. I'm sick of people like you thinking you're in my league. Yes, you're talented. Not nearly as good looking as you think you are, but talented nonetheless. We've been over that. However, and let me say this really slow for you, you are - not - in my league.
Disrespecting me isn't the way to go about making a name for yourself in a new company. It'll only lead you to embarrassment when the man you disrespected kicks you in the Goddamn throat and lays you the fuck out for the three count. And no, I'm not going to grab your tights. I'm going to beat you, fair and square, in the center of that ring, because I can. Then, once I'm done with you, just as I said to Noelle, I'm moving onto the next and beating them, too. You may think you're some huge challenge that I have to go through to prove that I belong, but the fact of the matter is, you're a minor road bump that I'm going to speed passed. You're treating this match as if I'm some no-name curtain jerker and that's going to be your biggest downfall. If anyone's got something to prove on Saturday, it's you. I've held gold here. I've beaten someone you yourself said is one of the most talented wrestlers on the roster. You've done nothing.
Some people like being underrated. Some like it when their opponent doesn't realize what they're getting themselves into. They like it because they knows that means they're opponent won't give it their all because they don't think they need to. Fuck that. I want your best. I want you to hit me with everything you've got, so there's no bullshit excuses when I beat you. I want the whole world to realize that Danny Diamond is better than Savannah Taylor. Not that he got a lucky win over her, not that she expected him to be a push over and didn't put in her full effort, no - that he is better than her, plain and simple.
One thing I find absolutely hilarious is the hypocrisy. You have the audacity to tell me to stop clinging to past accomplishments while going on and on about how you were in the best matches of all time and how you won a World Championship that you never defended once because the company closed down. You brag about shit that isn't even worth bragging about and then call me a child for bragging about accomplishments that mean something. Fuck you. Yeah, past accolades don't mean shit in different companies, but I'm going to brag about the amazing shit I did all I want because I did that shit and I deserve to brag about it. I'm not going to call other people children for bragging about stuff they did, though, because I'm not a gigantic fucking hypocrite.
Alright, yeah, you know what? You did piss me off a little bit. I'm fine with that, though, because when I'm pissed, I don't lose focus. I use that anger and beat the fuck out of whoever is up against me next. Start making up your list of excuses for when this child beats you, because I already know you're not just going to accept the loss like a grown adult should. No, you're too good to legitimately be beaten by the likes of me, right? Heh, good luck with that.
See you in Boston, Savannah. Bring your A game and please, don't get too upset when you lose.
- Danny Diamond
