I had an epiphany at “High Noon,” Amasis. It was right after you attempted to abandon me live
on iPay-Per-View with the world watching. You handed me
a microphone. Blindsided by your retirement announcement, I wasn’t ready to address our fans. I was lost in
an array of emotions. My mind racing in a million different directions. It was in those moments, I discovered
the source of all my problems. It was you, Amasis.
My world changed. I had been handed the exact opportunity I was searching for.
The opportunity to turn my career around. To make my peers, the fans, the whole world, speak my name again. I wasn’t
going to allow it to slip away like grains of sand through my fingers. Amasis, you were destined to become my stepping
stone back onto the path of victory. I seized the ultimate opportunity.
You do not deserve the right to march under the sign of Osiris. You are a disgrace to the mask you wore on your
face. Both of us are. You made us stray from our purpose. We had an agenda upon arriving at CHIKARA. We are warriors
bred to battle and conquer. Somewhere along the way, you pulled the wool over my eyes. You lulled me into a false
sense of security. I thought the dancing and the tomfoolery were the keys to victory. Then the accident happened.
I was left without you. Heiracon flew off. I didn’t realize it then, but I was too dependent.
Admitting I was wrong is something I despise doing, but Wink was right. I was your pet. A pawn in your dance party.
You never wanted me to succeed. With what partner did you win points toward title contention? Not Ophidian.
Who did you vote into the "12 Large: Summit" round-robin? Who did Heiracon vote for? Not Ophidian. I had zero
votes. You two abandoned me long before I abandoned you. I spent the last 6 months alone, broken.
With no answers. With no guidance. You backed this snake into a corner, Amasis. You can't blame me for getting bit.
By the time “High Noon” was over, it was you left broken. Blinded and faceless. No longer
will you embarrass our Diety, Osiris. No longer am I shackled to your wacky antics. I will return home
with your mask as a trophy. With that sacrifice, I can shed the dead weight that I carry. It's time for me,
a warrior marching under the sign of Osiris, to be reborn.
It’s only after you’ve lost everything, that you're free to do anything.