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| O'Hara 101; Regaining Glory, Chapter 1, Part 2 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 23 2012, 06:21 PM (95 Views) | |
| Jamie O'Hara | Aug 23 2012, 06:21 PM Post #1 |
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Regaining Glory - Chapter One Part Two - O'Hara 101 Underground - 27/8/2012 My history isn’t particularly flashy. I don’t tend to travel around much, see the vast amount of talent this world has to offer and to add endless titles to my accolades. I never felt the need to look elsewhere in the three years I’ve been doing this gig, rather, I always looked to call a place my home and make it that way. I have much to owe to this place and you my deer, for the meantime are nothing more than an intruder. Or an impolite guest. Whichever seems fit. My time here in the UWF has been something I take pride in. Pride in becoming the person I am and pride that I’ve grown from such small beginings. You see Vespertine, there’s a particular history lesson to be taught. History is carved by those who created it in stone and not that by word. That, I have done. Yeah, truth be told I just completely made that up. You rely on your media, the DVDs, the internet to conjure up some ounce of confidence however what you realise, is that what you see, isn’t necessarily correct. I feel humbled by your fear. Don’t lie, it’s pure fear of a consecutive defeat to me. I can’t sit by and allow you to drag my name through the dirt with false pretenses because I don’t tend to enjoy that. No, not at all. So to avoid any confusion, allow me to aid your efforts to remove the false perception you have of me and welcome you to a little history lesson. Lets call it, O’Hara 101. In October 2009 I signed my contract, I shook hands with Dean James and I became a UWF superstar. The Universal Wrestling Federation is my home and since I signed that contract, I looked to make it my yard. You don’t simply walk into my home with your head up your ass expecting to walk over the host. I arrived on Showcase and immediately had an impact. Oh, Showcase was the developmental brand this federation owned. I guess your reliable internet didn’t pick up on that. Quickly I became the number one contender for that title however, I couldn’t capitalize. Instead, I aimed for higher heights, I aimed for Underground and I won Brawl For It All. In the space of a handful of months I went from a nobody, losing to guys who nowadays are miles, miles behind me, to almost being at the very top and at The Ultimate Showdown 2010, I achieved it. I became and still am the only person to ever follow up with that win. And there I was, sitting on top of the UWF mountain with the gold firmly in my hands. However, fate seemed to have different plans. Our current and loving, psych, not loving, Dean James had to steal my limelight, steal something I worked hard to obtain and he walked out of the same event as the number one contender. At the same time, “issues” began to rise I had to be a quick exit, but I was determined to leave with the gold in hand. Dean James and I put on what was arguably one of the greatest matches this federation has ever seen and sadly, I couldn’t hold onto what I had worked hard to earn. Momentarily, our feud came to an end. Loose ends I hope one day to tie up. Now, Vespertine, this is where your internet, DVDs and whatever crap you have to go through just to give yourself up, falls, quite simply, to shit. When I left, I got a call from a friend. He offered me a place in quickly growing federation of his. I knew I couldn’t compete with the caliber of talent the UWF had at the time, so I quickly took up his offer. Society of Wrestling opened it’s doors to me and it took me only a handful of weeks to obtain it’s finest possession. I defended it time and time again. And now this is the part where your “history” of me, truly falls to shit. Society of Wrestling began to fall apart and in turn, it was saved by a man who acquired it and merged the two, creating Revolution X. You say I didn’t win any titles? I didn’t have to. As part of the merge I kept the title and carried it under the SOW banner because the pricks there didn’t deserve to have it named under them. This created a little tension between myself and the new owner and eventually I was forced to defended it bi-weekly and I proved I was the best there was. However, like all champions, they’re dethroned and so was I. With nothing left to offer, I left and returned home, back to the UWF in the summer. Prior to one of our largest shows, Summerbash, I returned and was determined to seize a new championship, the No Limits Championship. At Summerbash, with a fresh look and a new determination to the best, I captured that title with ease. However, my defeat to Dean James began to toy with my mind and quickly, the UWF’s No Limits title began to devalue and become nothing more than a mediocre, lower card title. Insulted and with little options, I began to go, well, a little loopy and at the back end of 2010, the night I was crowned Mr. UWF, It reached boiling point and I once again departed to once again grow my confidence. I bounced around in a smaller federation ran under the same title. It was, to a lesser extent, a training ground for new kids on the block, but it worked fine. Effortlessly, I trampled everyone I faced. No one could beat me. Some dared to, some got close but mostly, conflicting issues with other smaller federations made me want to tie a noose. Capturing that “World” Championship meant nothing. I found no satisfaction in my victory and the decision to leave was quite clear. Fact is,I wasted more time than I did in the back end of 2010. I quickly realised that I returned and aimed for the No Limits title because like I did in 2009, I wanted to work my way back to the top, earn everything this company had to offer but it came to me that I didn’t have to. What I had worked hard for, what I seized, etched my name the UWF’s history books. I returned a week out from Cross Roads 2011 and I looked to win Brawl For It All for a second year in a row however ironically, Dean James eliminated me to get his title match against one Rick O’Shea. I began to feud with a rival from a federation I care so little about to even recognise, Kashed Up. I walked out of last year’s Ultimate Showdown victorious and had a firm belief I had obtained a title shot against Rick O’Shea considering the loss Dean James suffered in the main event. When I talk about my shortcomings, when I talk about my failures, this is where it all happens. Prior to The Ultimate Showdown, a friend by Mick Harrolds talked to me and his wise words, as I tend to call them - long story, led me to my ultimate victory inside the Stairway to Heaven match. Mick Harrolds announced a six man Hell in a Cell match at Seven Deadly Sins 2011 between current champion Rick O’Shea, Dean James, Danny Stone, Kashed Up, Lucifer Creed and myself. On this night, I was incredibly close to regaining that gold. Dean James pinned Lucifer Creed by a second above me at the top of the cell. Heart shattered, I felt more determined than ever to take that title from James. Being a second away gave me a reason to challenge Dean James for the World Championship at Clash of the Titans. Instead, I was rewarded with a title shot the next week in a triple threat match. However, The Church of Lucifer under the guidance of our current, fat little man of a General Manager, Reverend Wormwood, didn’t like the fact that Lucifer Creed was overshadowed and cost me the match. I looked to take out The Church of Lucifer and reinstate Mick Harrolds. Surprisingly, it was fun. Wormwood refused to allow me to get my hands on Lucifer Creed until I had defeated The Swarm. During this time, I couldn’t help but see Wormwood as a fat version of The Sith and Lucifer Creed as a moronic version of Darth Vader. Both pathetic in their own ways. At Clash of the Titans, I was barred from competing in the tournament to earn a title shot however, I made my first steps in defeating The Church. I defeated The Swarm in a four on one handicap match. I laid waste to the pathetic henchmen and I looked towards getting my hands on Creed. Should have known better as Wormwood protected Creed. As the year died down for another year, I was featured in the main event. Another triple threat match for the World Championship against Dean James, Rick O’Shea. There, The Church of Lucifer struck again and instead of an old fashion beat down, I was held captive. Broken down mentally and physically until Cross Roads this year. In a monsters ball match, I was left beat and bruised. With little strength, I couldn’t defeat Lucifer Creed. However, with a little tucker in my gut, I had the energy to compete in the Brawl For It All match. There I went from number one only to have the ladder from under me pushed over and I went crashing through the announce table. And everything between now and then, is history. I worked towards the Stairway to Heaven match and I seized something I felt I deserved. If your pea sized brain and bruised ego managed to actually last all that, then congratulations. So now you know everything about me. Yet the question remains, why do I call myself “Phenomenal”, it’s not due to the accomplishments, or the fact that not every night I step out into the spotlight and take the breath away from every fans in the building, it’s the person who I’ve become. That person that constantly steps up to the plate and when I fall, I don’t lay in the dust and let the defeats take over. I tend to pick myself up, brush off the dust and continue to work hard. “Phenomenal”, isn’t the one dimensional description you seem to conjure up in your mind when you hear the word. To be extraordinary, defines phenomenal and you’ll soon learn this when I cash in my Stairway to Heaven briefcase and regain the UWF World Championship. The fact is, I care little about my opponent’s past. Dean James is a six time World Champion, but that doesn’t strike me when I step in the ring with him. When I face Dean James, I see a man who is equal to myself and I ignore his past victories but respect his history. You’re impressive, sure and the titles, the accomplishments and accolades you’ve earned over the past seven years are something that I respect however when you’re my opponent, all that, you might as well forget because to me, you’re nothing more than another opponent. A stepping stone, if you will. Actually, let’s consider I actually give two shits about what you’ve done, does it change the fact that you’re any better than me? If so, then perhaps you could explain how someone as great as yourself was defeated an “average joe” in a match that took “no skill”. There really isn’t any excuse because on the biggest night, you bring the absolute best you have and nothing less. You don’t take risks even if you’re facing an opponent you’ve never seen compete before. It’s clear your false perception of me remains and your desperation to get the upper hand is nothing but pathetic. On paper, you’re the better wrestler. I can admit that but by that logic, I shouldn’t have the opportunity I currently possess. You call my victory luck? On Underground, I’ll formally welcome you to the UWF with a harsh reality check that here, don’t judge a book by it’s cover. I’m more than meets the eye. Everything you are, everything you’ve accomplished, is worthless. |
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