Stop trying so hard, Seth Raide.

 You’ve already got your risk-free title match.  You’ve already got your Pay-Per-View showcase within the ranks of ‘the enemy’.  And above all else, you’ve already got your message across.

 Remember that last one, actually.  Believe it or not, you aren’t that deep and complex that you need to hog hours and hours of television time for a simple point that’s already been made.  It never took me 70% of a show that wasn’t mine in the first place to get a simple point of my own out there.  As my overseas counterpart – ‘superior’, as you feel you need to pronounce it – Why should it be any different for you?

 Of course, being ‘different’ is your M.O., so I shan’t be expecting anything near a genuine answer.

 Good showing in the Contest Of Champions, by the way.  Just in case the 40,000 in attendance and millions watching all over the world had forgotten how much of a free-thinking badass you were from your last appearance – a whopping forty minutes beforehand – You really managed to hammer home exactly what it is you’re after:

 Attention.

 No more, no less.  Certainly not ‘dominance’, that’s for sure.  You didn’t deserve to be in the Battle Royale, but of course you were there anyway.  What a big shocker that was.  Probably got another few buys for the HKWF merchandise outside.  But of course, once ‘Parabola’ faded, and your dominating skills and ability would’ve been showcased, you did the unthinkable…  You brought a HAMMER to the ring!?  Crazy.  Insane.  Additional generic ‘Hardcore God’ compliments.  The bottom line of that little play was that you didn’t have enough belief in yourself that you could make such an immediate impact with your own two hands…  Actually, forget that.  You’ll just tell me you’re saving them for me.  But then you’ll go on to tell me how unimportant I am to you.  Save it.

 Back to ‘attention’.  An apparently intricate plan in order to get something as everyday as a title shot – even with the promise of more title shots to come - sure goes a long way in fooling the fools into that that you’re something different from the norm.  That you’re different from Kid Kaos and Seven and the countless other drones I’ve defended this title of mine against in the last year.

 You aren’t.

 In fact, you’re just like them.  Granted, you conveniently ‘prove yourself’ and tear apart all of these challengers off-camera and at the far side of the world.  Sure, you never truly get your hands dirty or your feet wet when you’re in GZW territory, but you deserve a title shot, right?

 Quite frankly: Wrong.  However, your friends upstairs in Hong Kong have seen to it that you’re getting it, so to argue that would be a moot point.

 And you should be proud.  You did it all yourself, as you’ve told us.  You overcame the traumatising and career-defining obstacle of twiddling your thumbs until I retired Pimp Bizkit in order to get ‘permission’ to swoop in.  Hats off, Seth.  Really and truly.

 You’ve actually got yourself a sweet deal, looks like.  You’ve just been skyrocketed to within grabbing distance of the Triple Crown.

 Look a little closer, though, and you’ll see that you’re coming at this from entirely the wrong angle.

 You want to equal Monarch’s Triple Crown reign.  You want to beat me to it, to finish what I haven’t quite finished yet.  To pick up where I left off in the petty belief that you’ll somehow be accepted as ‘dominating’ by grabbing my sloppy seconds and running with them.  Who can blame you?  Any wrestler worth his salt in CCW wants the Triple Crown.  The difference between the vast majority of them and the few of us ever in contention for the three titles is that we’ve known how to approach it.  The difference between you and me is that you don’t, in effect siding you with ‘the vast majority’.  Out of those filthy little parasites, you’re screaming the loudest, so your higher-ups have allowed you first dibs.

 Your mistake – your most obvious mistake – is that instead of going all the way in following myself and Monarch, you’re taking the easy option.

 Your sole intention is to be able to hold your head – and three title belts - up high and call yourself Triple Crown Heavyweight Champion of Combined Championship Wrestling.  ASAP.  In short, that means ‘unification matches’ with only one title on the line. 

 Now that’s all well and good for some disposable little midcarder – a fashionably angst-ridden Extreme Heayvweight Champion named Rebellion springs to mind – but for a World Heavyweight Champion, in three separate companies?  Are you fucking serious, Seth?

 You want to realise your dream and become ‘the greatest’, yet you’re not willing to risk what you’ve already got for it?

 No pain, no gain, Raide.

 When I went for the Unified Heavyweight Title, I truly went for it.  I had enough confidence in myself to put what I already had – my GZW World Heavyweight title – on the line.  I was willing to bank my most prized possession at that point in my professional career on beating Nathan Williams, and I left with the two belts.

 What does it say about you, Seth – “CCW’s One & True Lord” – that you’re not willing to do the same?

 If CCW was truly yours, why would you even consider putting anything less than everything on the line?  Why the bullshit side of the bargain with your name on it?

 Either the all powerful “Downfall” is having doubts about his own chances of defeating me, or someone upstairs in HKWF is.  Either way really puts a damper on the whole quest for the three titles, though.  Either Raidesy is all talk or he’s not tough enough to talk back to his benefactors and fix the error of their ways.

 John Profit has given you this match on a silver platter, Seth.  In theory, the Triple Crown – certainly the Unified title, in the short term – is yours for the taking.

 In practice, however, the Profit administration knows things aren’t going to be quite that linear.

 They’ve allowed room for failure.  A lot of it. 

 Obviously, there has been an effort to throw me off and leave me susceptible and vulnerable at Heatwave II.  One dimensional, watery ‘mind games’.  This plans of yours.  The master plan.  The appearance that you hold all the cards.  This is all merely the front line of a less than confident offence.  I’m supposed to be intimidated.  I’m suppose to throw in the towel now and accept premature defeat… 

 Of course, I’m not going to do that any time soon.  They know that.  In fact, it appears as though the only person that doesn’t know that is you.  You hail yourself as an artist of misdirection?  Next time you’re about to say that, you should probably take a quick look at what Profit is really doing and what your role really is…  The Lone Traitor?  That’s what’s been instilled into you?  Ha.  Between that and ‘You don’t actually matter’ bit, you’d swear you actually believe in it all.

 Beyond those little white executive lies, you’ve been given every opportunity to win, with very little repercussions should you fail.  You never appear on GZW TV again?  Big deal.  You weren’t here two months ago and everything was going fine.  We don’t need you.  It could be argued that you need us, but I don’t buy it.  You and your puppeteers will simply move on to United Japan Wrestling and poke around for a while.  You’re bound to get a title shot there, right?

 From the perspective of ten million fans around the world, Seth, you’re the one in control.  They’re wrong, but the fact that they see it as such goes beyond me and you.  Don’t forget for a second that the only reason you’re in this position is because “Uncle” John has given it you, and that Richards and the GZW administration don’t care enough to even the odds on my side.

 Who do you think you’re fucking fooling trying to make me up to be the corporate enthusiast in all of this, Seth?  Not me, anyway.  Just because I don’t go around wearing the stereotypical model of the ‘rebel’ on my own merchandise says nothing about my opinions on this company.  Recently you’ve taken a liking to acting like the secret mastermind that you really aren’t…  Never letting ‘the plan’ slip…  Misdirection…  Yet you’re the loudest fucking moron we’ve got in CCW.  You’re the one with the clothing line that contradicts itself, you’re the one that shouts and barks and pants until he’s blue in the face about whatever, and now you’re expecting us to accept that everything you’ve said was all bull?

 Of course I accept it.  You’ve always been a bullshitter and that’s even more apparent now that the stakes are this high, but if everything you said since your initial return here was just to lead us off your trail to the Triple Crown…  Why go to all the trouble?  One can only speculate that I was on the ball when I said you were an attention seeker…  An addict.  You couldn’t even go a few crummy weeks without coming onto our screens and generally raising hell.  By hell, I mean publicity for HWKF, but of course you wouldn’t accept that.  That’s the bull, right?

 Anyway…  Where was I?  You were saying something about a GZW screwjob on the cards?  Something about me kissing executive ass?  Was that the gist of it?  Once again, I must insist that you are fooling nobody.

 They don’t give a shit about me upstairs.  They take me for granted.  They know that, title or no title, I’ll continue my ascension to becoming the best there’s ever been…  So, by their calculations, they don’t feel the need to look out for me.  You’d think that’d piss me off.  And you’d be right.  It does.  Because of that - My lack of upstairs connections and insistence on remaining the Lone Gunman – I’ve lost titles.  I’ve lost title opportunities.  I’ve had the shit kicked out of me.  I’ve been attacked, humiliated and even beaten every once in a while.  I’ve yet to finish a title defence for this reign because those morons – Not the Entity, Seth.  Tell me what the Entity is and perhaps your empty words will have a bit more merit and substance to them.  Those morons, anyway…

 They’ve let everybody under the sun – quite literally, on one occasion – sabotage two World Heavyweight Title matches of mine now.  Things are going to change for them very soon, Seth.  I’m going to see to that personally.  However, in your case, I’m willing to put that aside for a couple of days.

 Unfortunately, what could’ve been a pure, meaningful encounter has been corrupted.

 Profit has bestowed upon you this unfair advantage and ‘control’ for one, very specific reason.  You don’t seem to comprehend it, even though you’ve rattled off a variation of it to whoever would listen for quite some time…

 Hong Kong Wrestling Federation, a lot like you a few months ago, is quickly becoming yesterday’s news.  You took it upon yourself to fly in and out of the States every week for the past two months and get as much airtime as is possible – guest commentary, the Chris Cairns Show, the Contest Of Champions, segment after segment after segment – and managed to salvage yourself for the immediate future.

 The grander HKWF problem can’t physically be dealt with quite so easily.  It’s a lot more complex than your selfish little publicity trail, that’s for sure.  Ironically, it was you – the only even semi well-known HKWF worker in the eyes of the average American wrestling fan – that was hand-picked to salvage the remains of the company. 

It was HKWF that needed the publicity and attention, not you.

 Funnily enough, you were the little soldier boy sent to get that for them.  GroundZero Wrestling 2K1 is THE dominant CCW fed.  There’s no disputing that.  It’s not simply the most popular or watched…  It’s the best.  It’s got the mass following, the cult following…  It’s got everything that HKWF no longer has.  Everything HKWF desperately needs now.  You ask me do I feel guilt for sitting at the very top of that as opposed to wallowing around in the greatest HKWF depression in years?  To be blunt:  Fuck no.  UJW prides itself on not needing the spotlight, so it makes no difference to them.

 Until very recently, your HKWF had become like a plump supermodel.  It was a one trick pony that’d forgotten its trick.  It had nothing.  No stars.  No respect.  No interest.  No cushy international TV deal.  Tell me now, Seth, what’s the one guaranteed solution?  Come on, now, you’ve been saying it over and over again…  You know this one…

 Triple Crown. 

The three major titles on one of its own workers is the ONLY unique selling point that can salvage HKWF at this stage.  Count yourself lucky.  Profit pulls some strings – or you ‘cashed in some favours,’ as you like to think – And all of a sudden the Triple Crown is wide open.

 You told me on Crimson that it was my title you wanted, not specifically.  The funny thing, considering your preachings that I give myself too much credit, is that in this case the ‘HKWF worker’ in question really doesn’t have to be you.  The fact that this whole mentality is on your mind doesn’t surprise me in the least…  It’s exactly how John Profit sees you and your quest.  He wants someone to save HKWF, not to help some faux-punk wannabe achieve his undeserved dream.

 The hunt for the Triple Crown is simply not about you.  At all.  And it’s unfortunate.  If you were in any promotion other than HKWF, it’s quite possible that you could’ve made a legit stake at this.  Alas, Profit and his insurance policies and tendency to have you play it safe have insured that that isn’t the case.  You’ve simply become the cover story for some underhanded movements by a dying company.  You have unknowingly become HKWF’s confession that it’s a sinking ship – That it needs THREE TITLES to save it now – without actually spelling it out.  And you’re doing good.

 But don’t overdo it.  As I said, don’t try too hard.  If you blow this prematurely with over saturation, then Heatwave will be the end of the line for your little hand-held power trip…  Play the good little soldier, however, and you’ll get a million more chances at this.  As far as Profit sees it, you’ll keep trying until you make it.

 As far as I see it, however, the Triple Crown is far…FAR…too important to juggle around like this, and I’ll do everything in my power to stop this atrocity dead in it pretentious, undeserving, BALD little tracks. 

Should you ever achieve it, I have every belief that the first minutes of your reign will be the best…  The immediate attention, care, ‘hate’, et cetera et cetera.  You’ll be on the tips of everyone’s tongue about ten minutes before the boards of directors of three major federations recognise their short-sighted error in ever letting you near the title and actively go and do something about it.  The Triple Crown is waiting for a true holder, not some mislead little halfasser. 

You don’t want to get in at the deep end at Heatwave II and put things on an equal footing, then I’ll personally see to it that you’re never physically able to step foot anywhere ever again.

 With that said, what if I’m wrong?  What if John Profit has well and truly lost it?  Has he become that selfless and short-sighted that his intentions are simply to appease Seth Raide?  For the sake of Combined Championship Wrestling, I sincerely hope not.  Is Raide worth it?  Is he worth the hassle?  Is he worth putting CCW on a whole on hold so Raidesy can elope with the Unified Heavyweight Championship and, ultimately, the Triple Crown?

 Most certainly not, but I’m afraid Profit is too far into this that he doesn’t see it that way.  Perhaps I should’ve just signed back with HKWF when I had the Unified title.  I would’ve had the cushy executive backing, immunity from defending the title in HKWF and so much more…  In fact, had I actually taken them up on their offer, Seth Raide would’ve simply faded into obscurity.  He would never have risen to the top by default and the future of CCW wouldn’t be in such jeopardy.

 But I wouldn’t have done it any differently.  HKWF is not my ‘home’ anymore, regardless of how Seth sees it.  Regardless of how Profit sees it.  It took me ten years just to get out of that fucking place, and the differences in agenda and beliefs between me and Raide can be seen in clear view that I didn’t retreat back there solely for the promise of more gold-time.

 I only hope that my first assessment of Profit was on the ball.  He’d be pretty fucking stupid to let that parasite free with three World Heavyweight Titles.  I’m telling you, John…HKWF…GZW…UJW…CCW…  If Seth Raide becomes Triple Crown Heavyweight Championship, we’ll be looking at a global wrestling depression the likes of which have never been seen before.  That dickhead wants fast gold and to carry it around, that’s it.  He doesn’t want the pressure or responsibility that comes with it.  There’s no chance he could handle it.

 It’d be a fucking disaster and it’d be all on your hands, John.

So, Seth.  So, John.  Am I right or wrong?