Mark Kingston
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- Feb 21, 2015
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"I'm a hall of famer," said one.
"I've been a four-time world champion," said another.
"I'm young, but I've been doing this for five years already," said the rest.
Its so cute coming onto this forum and seeing my opponents tout their own respective glories. Every one of you seems to value years of experience, professional accomplishments, title reigns, and your status and reputation among your peers.
I value none of this.
I don't consider any of you to be my "peers." I'm no hall of famer, I'm not a multi-time world champion, and I'm definitely not "one of the guys."
I'm Mark Kingston. Yeah, I've held a couple of titles. Yeah, I've won a couple of matches over the years. None of that matters to me. Win, lose, or draw, I only have one goal when I enter that ring: make damn sure you don't leave it the same way you came in.
From barbed-wire rope matches to scaffold matches, I've fought the sickest and the nastiest that this business has to offer. I didn't beat 'em all, but I did leave them bloodied, battered, and brutalized. You can bet your ass that you'll leave at least one of those.
EFed Guerillas latest podcast had a rundown of the Battlemania entrants: Alexis Morrison, Ian Bishop, Michael Lee Best, the list goes on. The hosts talked up these people like they were ready to give 'em reach-arounds.
Mark Kingston?
"He's a freelancer. I'm not sure who he is," said the host.
I love it. No one even knows who I am. That's great. By the end of this match, you can bet your ass you'll remember my name. Maybe not for winning, maybe not for some miraculous feat, but you'll remember the name on the tights standing over you, barbed-wire wrapped chair in hand, as blood trickles down your eyes.
Kingston. Kingston. Kingston. The crowd will chant it because they want more blood. They don't want the people's champion, they don't want the underdog, they want blood.
And blood I'll give them.
"I've been a four-time world champion," said another.
"I'm young, but I've been doing this for five years already," said the rest.
Its so cute coming onto this forum and seeing my opponents tout their own respective glories. Every one of you seems to value years of experience, professional accomplishments, title reigns, and your status and reputation among your peers.
I value none of this.
I don't consider any of you to be my "peers." I'm no hall of famer, I'm not a multi-time world champion, and I'm definitely not "one of the guys."
I'm Mark Kingston. Yeah, I've held a couple of titles. Yeah, I've won a couple of matches over the years. None of that matters to me. Win, lose, or draw, I only have one goal when I enter that ring: make damn sure you don't leave it the same way you came in.
From barbed-wire rope matches to scaffold matches, I've fought the sickest and the nastiest that this business has to offer. I didn't beat 'em all, but I did leave them bloodied, battered, and brutalized. You can bet your ass that you'll leave at least one of those.
EFed Guerillas latest podcast had a rundown of the Battlemania entrants: Alexis Morrison, Ian Bishop, Michael Lee Best, the list goes on. The hosts talked up these people like they were ready to give 'em reach-arounds.
Mark Kingston?
"He's a freelancer. I'm not sure who he is," said the host.
I love it. No one even knows who I am. That's great. By the end of this match, you can bet your ass you'll remember my name. Maybe not for winning, maybe not for some miraculous feat, but you'll remember the name on the tights standing over you, barbed-wire wrapped chair in hand, as blood trickles down your eyes.
Kingston. Kingston. Kingston. The crowd will chant it because they want more blood. They don't want the people's champion, they don't want the underdog, they want blood.
And blood I'll give them.