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March 21st is THE date. And you all know it’s THE date. Why?
Well let’s take it back a step. You people probably know me
as the guy who everybody relies on to have the most
technically awesomely technical matches every show. The guy
bringing the fans in so that the local ‘boys’ have an
audience. I am THE epitome of what a PROFESSIONAL wrestling
company should stand. And this gorgeous face is staring
straight ahead to March 21st. A Fatal 4 way with the winner
going on to the prestigious main event of Evolution to face
the EPW Champion. To get there, I will have to get through
the most dominating freshman in the history of EPW, a six
foot five monster who is on his hottest run yet and a
returning and better than ever former EPW tag team champion.
No sweat.
I’m here because EPWPERTH.COM want MY side of the story.
Whether it’s because of my money hair, or my world class
talent, I always generate interest.
Let’s start at an important landmark.
Road to Glory
2008. Aligning myself with Bobby Marshall, AZ Vegara and
my BIGGEST fan Amber is what I needed to break the plateau.
To force EPW out of their complacent mind frame and realise
what is in front of them. But the fanboys shouldn’t take it
personally. It wasn’t about them. It’s about me. It’s always
about me. I’m no weekend warrior. I’m no part time fighter.
Without the attention I get from wrestling, I would feel
empty. I mean sure, chicks would still throw themselves at
me no matter what I did and men would worship me for being
the life of the party but I wouldn’t feel right. I’d feel
like all of you. Maybe being ignored and passed over your
whole lives is OK for chumps like you but that’s something
that I just could not live with.
For those who have been living under a cave, I just returned
from a three month stay in Hollywood, Cali-forn-i-a. I was
kind of taking it easy, hitting the beaches, overusing my
sexy Australian accent on the Cali broads, until I received
a phone call. I was in Las Vegas watching my French-Canadian
homeboy Georges St Pierre destroy BJ Penn at UFC 94, when
the powers that be from Perth pleaded with me to come home
and win the opportunity to fight for the gold at Evolution.
Here’s one thing about me. I may come off as confident, but
if you think I’m a slacker then you’re kidding yourself. Two
weeks before I set off overseas I was screwed by out of the
Invitational Trophy by Jamie Jurah. There was no cry. No
complaint. The evidence is blatant. Right now, the Trophy
should be resting on my mantle piece next to the autographed
pictured that Nelson Mandela sent me last year.
So what do I do to prepare for March 21st? I train. I put
the party on hold (Las Vegas came to a standstill). I eat, I
train and I stop replying to facebook messages from
teenagers who want to live their dreams through me. I stop
letting the marks into my personal world and I lock myself
in the gym.
Ladies and gentleman, if you think that Damian Slater is not
ready for the spotlight, take a good hard look in the
mirror. And than take a good look at me. I am greatness
personified.
For four years I have been the guy that everybody relies on
to sell tickets. To make guys look good just by being in the
same ring as me. Now it’s my turn.
Everybody wants to throw around the “future” tag like
they’re hesitant to bet it all on D-Slats. Well I’ve been
gambling and sacrificing my whole career and I always seem
to finish on top. I dare you to find a time when I wasn't at
my best. I’ve been ready for so long that it’s time to
unleash. You want somebody who can beat Davis Storm… try
looking at the only guy who has never had a chance!
Swallow your ‘time is now’ propaganda. It’s now time for
‘The Future of Australian Wrestling’…………. for “The Goldenboy"………….
for ME, to take my spot as the best in the nation. Open your
eyes. You ALL know exactly what I am. It’s just time to
accept it.
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