3/11/2011:
Wow.
Word on the street is a singles title is comin' to CHIKARA and all of a sudden, everybody is a
politician. Since when did votes mean more than points? That's all I'm hearing these days. Everybody
is obsessed with votes, to the point where even Vin Gerard is trying to be a social butterfly now.
"Butterfly" may be too kind...even they clean themselves.
I digress, the locker room is now an election house and I can't say I'm pleased by this. I didn't pick the system.
-Inserts part where you ask, "Well, how would you have done it?"-
Elementary my dear broham. I'm an athlete. A scrapper. An earner. Save the popularity contests for
beauty pagents and weak reality shows. Playoff champion or 1st Curse victim, let me EARN my place.
I see a locker room of men I respect and men I despise, but they're chance for singles immortality
shouldn't be based on lip service and a majority vote. Let Kingston backfist his way to glory. Or
Green Ant use his heart and sheer will to best anyone in front of him. I'd even accept Brodie Lee
using "excesivo de castigo" levels of stank to get to the title...
..at least then it'd be based on may the best man win. Skill.
The Bulls won NBA titles by stuffing the hoop, not a ballot box. But again, this ain't my steez. The
order has come down and this is how it's gonna be.
Now, you're probably expecting me to give you my case. Somehow flip this into a Sugar D vote.
"BELIEVE IN SUGAR D!"
"SLAM DUNK YOUR VOTE!"
Inventive right? I got a slogan for you. It's actually a mash of the two I just said.
"Believe In Your Vote."
It's not catchy. That doesn't make it any less effective. When you make your vote, vote for who
you believe could beat you at any given time. Vote for the person that makes you sweat when
you see their name across from theirs. Not everyone will do this. But keep in mind, the opportunity
at this title if for an elite few. IF you get your chance; do you want your peers and the CHIKARMY
at large to question if you were worthy? Will you be able to say you beat men OR women where the
very thought of the outcome left you nervous? This is OUR championship. The big one. Whoever takes
this thing is going to represent our company in a way the Young Lions Cup can't. The SAME way our
Campeonatos de Parejas are considered THE tag titles to win...this belt should mean the same thing.
Whoever wins it is carrying CHIKARA on their back.
History lesson. My last singles match was against "The Big Rig," Brodie Lee. He definitely won.
But definitely NOT by a 3 count. Definitely NOT without a fight. Definitely NOT without a
desperation in his eyes I've never seen before. We had a magic moment mere seconds before
your boot 86'ed my face, big man. It was a look in your eyes that screamed out.
"I CAN'T GET IT DONE."
So you took the easy way out. 20 count on the floor. After EVERYTHING you hit me with, you took
the most indecisive way out. So when I see you writing blogs (A surprise to me might I add. HE
CAN WRITE EVERYBODY! Clap for him!) talking about how unstoppable you've been; did you take a
pause long enough to try to believe your lie? Did it occur to you that your "easy night" was
one of the craziest brawls you've ever had? Could you have got the job done if there was no count-outs?
I guess that's in doubt. We'll have our time later, but to my point...
There's a lot of guys in that locker room that need to wake up and wipe the crust out of
their eyes. They're sleeping on Slam McNasty in a huge way. I don't expect to be anybody's
1st draft pick and a longshot when compared to the laundry list of talent that exists in the
CHIKARA locker room. But if I can put the fear into Brodie Lee, you best believe I'll make you
second guess your opinion if you meet me in the paint.
Don't believe me? All those questions and more get answered at the price of one vote.
Try me.
SD
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