Porter's last stand

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The camera cues in on
Porter MacLeod standing in a room inside his Glennfinnan, Scotland home.
The room is decorated with Porter MacLeod merchandise. All the great things he’s made or done in his
lengthy career In front of him.





Porter: My next match…very well may be my last,
lads. I’ve done it all, except for win
the big one. I’ve won matches that most
lads would say is more worth than winning a title belt. But still, I always said I’d win a world
title before I retire. But to tell the
truth, boyos…I’m slowly tiring of this game.



And I’m starting to get
tired of seeing all these young lads think they’re Gods gift to wrestling
without proving shit to anyone else.


I’ve had a great
career, better than some would even imagine of having. Yeah, I’ve been a good guy, and I’ve been a
bad guy. But through it all, I’m still
the same jokester that Porter MacLeod loves to be.


I’ve got a lot to say
and a short time to say it, so I’m not going elaborate right now on what might
be my last match, but what might be my last opponents.


Punk, can go on for
days changing your name to make it sound or rhyme with something to piss you
off. But I’m not going to waste my
breath on it. You’re head is so far up
your own ass you’d have to clear your throat before you went to fart. You’re so bent on this idea that you’re the
greatest to ever step foot into a ring. You
probably think you’re God in the ring, and that’s not the case. You’re nowhere near as good as what you think
you are. You’re probably the one who
voted for this short promo limit just because you can’t think of that much to
say about your opponent, and that way you won’t have to worry about them
beating you.


You’re undefeated,
and I know why you are. You’ve been
riding on the laps of all the management in the back, or the one who counts
anyways, getting them to lay the way for you to keep on winning. Well, there’s no price that’s going to buy
Porter MacLeod out…because there’s no love nor money that would keep me from
kicking your ass the worst it’s ever been.


You’ve faced Kaos
before, you’re still gloating about beating him. He was probably too busy crying the whole
damn time, or yet again you had a helping hand into winning the match. Well, the good thing about this match now, is
the company is in good hands with Johnny Stylez. Me and him may not see eye to eye on a lot of
things, but he is a fair man…which is more than I can say for some.


What are you going to
do now, Joe? Fire me for saying
something bad about you? Something I’ve
noticed in this company is that the more you polish Joe’s ass, the higher up in
the company you go. With you Cyber Punk,
you’ve probably got Joe’s ass so shiny that it’s brighter than the sun on a
summer day. I’m not going into gay jokes
or anything of the sort, I’m just calling you a suck up, plain and simple. I know the story behind your success, but I’m
not going to let the word out. It’d be
too easy to do it to ruin you.


I’ve noticed that you
are a lot like Joe Santiago in a lot of ways.
You’ve done said if we merge with BLW that you’re going to retire. Well, I don’t know if you’ve heard the news
or not, but we are. But the main point I’m
getting at is, that you’re probably still going to go into this match and try
your damnedest to win, and it’s going to take all you’ve got to do so. And you’ll probably pull a dirty win out of
your hat, or they’ll be a screwjob waiting for me, just because you can’t finish
the job for yourself on your own. And
then you’ll retire, leaving the title to no one. Just because you are exactly like Joe, and
you would kill yourself before passing the torch to anyone else. That is the main reason why the JWF has
failed so many times.


Lads like Me, Skull,
Wicked, Barelai, Stylez, Scorpio, Drake, and several others passed the torches
on several occasions. We didn’t run our
time in the limelight too much to where it got redundant. Now, when there was no one to pass the torch
too, yeah we stayed in the limelight, but most of the time we were either
getting screwed over by Joe, or passing the torch to some younger lad with a
brighter future.


If Joe could just run
the company and keep himself out of the ring, and the title off of his circle of
fucknuts, then the company would do so much better. Because the ones he chooses to keep the title
on end up fucking things over, quickly.


Now, Cyber Punk. I’m going into our match as it is my last, so
you’re going to get the best damn match of your career out of Porter
MacLeod. I won’t go down easily, and I
probably won’t go down at all.


But I know if I can’t
beat a lad that’s as horribly overrated as you are, then I know there’s no hope
for lads like me who know what the right thing to do is. You’re probably going to try and get me
screwed over just to make yourself look good.
And your ego is so overflowed that you can’t even see that you’re
nothing compared to what you think you are.
And I’m going to be there to put the boot in your ass and show you just
how much improvement you really need before you can start bragging on yourself
as much as you do.