Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2015 0:31:14 GMT -6
Sometimes a man has to be real with people. The people who this message is trying to get to need to get it very simply and very earnestly. Sometimes you can be too clever with your thoughts and they totally miss what is meant to get across. Let’s face facts here the wrestlers of the New Edge Wrestling company are not exactly rocket scientists. The members of the Internet Wrestling Community are not exactly the smart marks they claim to be. The fans are idiots we use to make money off of.
So there will be no fancy pants little story for me to tell. There will be nothing clever to tie everything together. There will be no irony or symbolic gestures. It will simply be me sitting in front of a camera telling you idiots the absolute truth in all things. The fact of the matter is that none of you are worth any type of effort in the first place.
“Sir, we are ready to film. Is there anything special you want?”
“What I want is a damned microphone and to tell the truth. You are the only person in the room. No girl with big tits. No drug stories. No fag and ass references to entertain to losers. Just the conscience of New Edge telling shit like it is. I want the people to know what I think of them and be as clear and concise as I can possibly be. I am keeping it simple because the people I am dealing with are too fucking stupid to understand anything else.”
“As you wish. Do you want me to count you down?”
WIthout a response my head turns to the left to avoid looking at the punk kid. He is probably a kid who wished death upon me for my many various sins. Maybe he is the one who killed my mother who did nothing to anyone but was a casualty for this business and the marks who take it as life and death. This started my hatred of the marks in this business.
“Allow me to sit down with each of you and tell you the thoughts I have for New Edge Wrestling. Call it a father son talk with my child known as New Edge. I gave birth to it. More like adopted it because it was around before I got here but was not worth a fuck. I breathed life into it and made it into a corporate entity. I take full credit for making it into what it became. I take full credit for being the father of New Edge Wrestling. The hard work put in proved it. Each person who thought they had other ideas is gone. Like a damned missing persons report.”
“Where did all of the so called legends of this business go? What happened to all of the ‘futures of this business’ they so trumpeted as being great? Where did all of the flavors of the month go? They are gone like the wind. All of the Johnny Stylez’ and Ryan Pughs and the Roger Wrights and the Aaron Abrahams and the Hazards and the Vanessas go? They left because they did not give a shit about this company and never will. They left because they could not stand in my shadow any longer.”
“The simple fact of the matter is that my ass should have main evented every single Justice to ever exist. The biggest show needs the biggest star. Of course I have main evented the last three of them something very few have ever done. No one will give me the credit for it.”
The cameraman is trying to get my attention for some reason. Does he realize that I would sooner beat the crap out of him than listen to a fucking word he has to say? Since he is risking his own personal safety the least effort to be done is to listen to him.
“What the hell do you want?”
“SIr, this is becoming quite the deal on the internet. The Internet Wrestling Community is sending in questions for you to answer. It is up to you if you want to answer them.”
“Do you realize how little I give a shit about what they have to say? Most of them have hated my damned guts for years and tried to make my life a living hell. I blame them for Kendra. I blame them for killing my mother. I blame them for spreading the hate about me and making idiots believe them. Fuck them!”
“You can always discredit them and make them look bad.”
“Camera man you are a genius. This is the first time ever they have had to balls to actually speak to me as a group. Sure feed me that shit.”
The camera man breathes a sigh that he avoided a beating. What he fails to realize is he is not safe yet. People are stupid as hell and this bitch is no different. He will eventually do something to piss me off and I will whip his ass.
“This is from Adam T. He asks why do you think you are going to win Terrordome at Justice? Your dumb ass has never won it and never will.”
“Good Lord do you people really understand who the fuck you are speaking to. Terror Dome has been my personal house of horrors. I will be the first person to admit that. For some reason the jackass owner of this company has decided I am not allowed to win it. He ‘swerved’ me by having Ryan Pugh throw me off the top of that damned thing and cost me a year of my life. I swore to make it a damned afterthought this year and did exactly that when Jesse came begging me to enter it to give it some value. I mean seriously who the fuck wants to watch Envy stumble his way through it one more time. Who wants to see Tristan Ambrose half ass it through the damned thing. A guy is no knees and no balls calls himself a champion when he cannot stand up to the pressure. Then you have the man I have sworn to beat the piss out of inside of that structure. Riot is going to get the beating of his lifetime. Without me in that match no one would give a fuck about it.”
WIth a smirk my answer has been given. Hopefully that will shut a few people up but it never will. The thing about most of these people both wrestlers and IWC alike is that no matter how much truth there is in my statements they will twist it to make it fit their own shitty narrative.
“What are your thoughts on the final run of New Edge Wrestling as a company and the lack of success you have had.”
“Jesus Christ are you joking? No one has been more successful than I have been in this damned company. Of course you marks think the only measure of success is title belts that I could give less than a fuck about. Just because you define success on a hunk of gold wrapped in leather does not mean I feel the same way. That title represents what is wrong with the wrestling business today. My career has been spent fighting wars over personal issues with people and watching them fail after I am done with them. Nothing is better to see a fall from grace. It is the nature of humanity to build someone up to a Godlike status and watch them fall. Humanity loves seeing the Michael Jacksons of the world and the Mike Tysons of the world fail when they were put on that pedestal. WHat did Roger Wright ever do without me? He lost to Blair Buchanan and was never heard from again. Now he is hiding under his bed in fear of me. What did Matt Slater ever do without me? Become someone’s bitch and lose his fucking balls. What did Johnny ever do after Domestik Disturbance? He failed miserably without me. I make stars and watch them kill themselves off so I do not have to do it. Killing off legends is better than any title belt. You will see what Riot does without me. Abso-fucking-utely nothing.”
“What is your exact problem with social media and the wrestling business being hand in hand?”
“The problem with social media is a bunch of people think they are entitled to be special. THey wanted to be stars and to be talked about. They wanted their own reality shows but were too fucking ugly and uninteresting to get one so they post their lives on social media. So to all of the social media whores let me make this clear. You are not talented. You are not worth a fuck. So take your ugly asses off to a gun store and buy one. Put a bullet in the chamber and kill yourselves so your families will be spared the embarrassment of your hideous existence. So many people think they are entitled to something the rest of us had to fight for in the ring. They think they can duck around the system and say something controversial as if they are me and get a title shot or a spot in the company I built on my shoulders with the help of cowards who ran from the fight. Do us all a favor and shut your mouth get off your phones and into the fucking gym to learn how to do this properly. Earn your way in this company rather than backdoor your way into a title shot you have no chance of winning.”
“Do you have a problem with Austin Impact holding the World Title?”
“The sad part is I could give a shit less. He won a match against a loser to get the damned thing in the first place. He has done everything in his power to lower the dignity of that title as if it gets lower than what the CrU did to it. I never cared about the title so it never mattered to me. I was too busy over shadowing that damned piece of shit title. Does anyone actually think Judas Dathan is awesome because he held the fucking belt? Does anyone care that Shane Sparx held it twice? People put too much value on that hunk of shit and not the work they do in the ring. Now Austin wants to have the world pity him for his miserable choices. The fact that he could not handle the pressure of being the champion. The fact he could not deal with the expectations of being that man. He forgot all he ever did was defeat a credible opponent. Nothing more nothing less. He might think the title destroyed him but in reality he destroyed himself before he even stepped inside of TerrorDome. What is he going to do inside of that structure with the face of this company and the man who has been the face of it for five fucking years. He is going to have his career ended and his pity party can stop.”
“He wants me to feel sorry for him. The thing he and the rest of the world has forgotten is Hunter Valentyne is the most heartless and ruthless piece of shit to ever step foot inside of a wrestling ring. I would knife my own mother if it meant winning a match. I have turned on my own and thrown more people under the bus than most of you have has pieces of ass. I would do it all again to achieve my personal goals. Number one on that list is putting poor little Austin out of his damned misery.”
The cameraman is starting to get a little uncomfortable under the scrutiny of the blazing blue eyes in front of him. Talking about some of these issues is causing some of my anger issues to flare the fuck up. It makes me wonder if he has the dear for me that consumed my enemies and made them run off into the night screaming like they were watching a horror flick.
“How does it feel knowing that Envy is going to kill you in Terror Dome? He is the most decorated champion in the match and this is his time. #diebitch”
“That for the hashtag loser. So Envy is going to kill me inside of Terror Dome huh? The career follower is somehow going to become a leader? I would love to see that happen because that would be watching the impossible happen. Envy is a Nocturnal clone. Hell I am not even sure they are different people. He spews off at the mouth how he is this and how he is that and how the world should bow to his greatness. Then he goes to the ring and wets the bed. Envy has never stepped up to a challenge a day in his miserable life. Why do you think the CrU recruited him? Because they knew he did not have the balls to do anything but follow. He followed Chester in the Verge of Greatness. He followed around and carried X’s bags in the CrU not realizing he was being played. He followed around Roger in Excessive Excellence after he could not beat him. He followed me around in the IOC.”
“What did he do when he won the second tier championship? He remained the second tier act he has been his whole career. He faced the second class citizens here in New Edge Wrestling. Then he proved that the title was worthless when he cashed it in for a world title shot after claiming for months that he was the top champion in New Edge. If that were true then why cash in the title for a shot at another one? He shit on the legacy of that title and rendered it worthless. The same reason why Triple X and his little run was never considered to be greater than Roger Wright’s is the same reason why Scarlet is so obviously the greatest TA champion of all time. You fought Ricky Cassels over and over again because you knew you could beat him. You could have made that title mean something but instead you chose to hold onto it beating those you knew you could beat. You are a pussy and a coward for doing it and Jesse is a moron for allowing it to happen. He has a soft spot for paper champions.”
“What chance does Tristan Ambrose have in this match of defeating you? He is a god in the ring and out of it and I hope he kicks your ass!”
“Ahhh Vanilla Ice Ambrose. The man who defines the problem I have with social media. He thinks he is entitled to something because he once beat Ryan Pugh. Which is more pathetic? Molly Mayhem winning the world title from Pugh or Tristan Ambrose who basically won the opportunity for the title match by default? He has zero chance of doing anything but getting his ass kicked. The problem with Terror Dome is no one scares me. Ambrose damned sure does not scare me. Or should I call him Jon Moxley? Each person has glaring holes in their resumes to even think of being in the same ring with me. Envy is a follower. Impact is as weak as his surgically repaired knees. Riot is a media creation. Ambrose is a caricature of himself. This is going to be as easy to win as getting text sex with Molly Mayhem.”
“Does it feel good to know Rob Riot is going to destroy you in the ring because you cannot compete with him? #vastrixrules”
Way to put yourself over Vas. Good thing you are doing it because no one else ever will. I told you Rob that this was never about business but proving a damned point to you and to those that kiss your ass endlessly. Your own ego got you into this mess with me. It got me into your company beating your ass week after damned week. It got you a sledgehammer to the face. Had you just said no to me when I fucked that hag none of this would have happened. You would not be stepping inside of this cage with the most ruthless and sadistic bastard to ever walk the Earth. You are going to bleed and get your ass kicked and you fucking know it. Your goal was to end New Edge and you fucking failed. Your goal was to get by the guard dog on the porch and you failed to do that as well. Now this lap dog as you have so wrongly called me is going to beat the shit out of you. You have zero chance of anything happening other than your ass being handed to you by me. The man who put you in harm’s way at Tension in texas. The man who you were incarcerated with. The man who kicked your ass in your own wrestling company. The man who owns you and is always a step ahead of you. Good luck surviving this beating. Luck is the only thing that is ever going to save you. Once I am done with you I will enjoy watching you fail like happened to Roger Wright and Matt Slater and Dave McDave and Johnny Stylez. Fuck off bitch!”
Sitting here on the eve of the domination that soon will happen allows me to ponder my failures at each Justice. Of course my solitary thought those were easy wins as well but this time I could not be more sure. There is only one legend left in this bitch and you are looking at it. Envy only claims to be a legend when everyone else knows better. The Nocturnal clone has no shot of beating me in the ring or anywhere else for that matter. Impact could have been a legend but threw it all away because he did not have the balls to stand up to the pressure. Ambrose could have been...wait who am I kidding he has been a little posing bitch from day one and nothing has changed. Rob has a shot but he will lose to me because I am simply more talented than he is and smarter. Maybe I will give him a Valora blow up doll as a consolation prize. They are all done but are not smart enough to know it yet.
The camera shuts off as my message has been delivered. What happened to the camera man you may ask? As an overrated loser once asked you to do...Stay Tuned.
So there will be no fancy pants little story for me to tell. There will be nothing clever to tie everything together. There will be no irony or symbolic gestures. It will simply be me sitting in front of a camera telling you idiots the absolute truth in all things. The fact of the matter is that none of you are worth any type of effort in the first place.
“Sir, we are ready to film. Is there anything special you want?”
“What I want is a damned microphone and to tell the truth. You are the only person in the room. No girl with big tits. No drug stories. No fag and ass references to entertain to losers. Just the conscience of New Edge telling shit like it is. I want the people to know what I think of them and be as clear and concise as I can possibly be. I am keeping it simple because the people I am dealing with are too fucking stupid to understand anything else.”
“As you wish. Do you want me to count you down?”
WIthout a response my head turns to the left to avoid looking at the punk kid. He is probably a kid who wished death upon me for my many various sins. Maybe he is the one who killed my mother who did nothing to anyone but was a casualty for this business and the marks who take it as life and death. This started my hatred of the marks in this business.
“Allow me to sit down with each of you and tell you the thoughts I have for New Edge Wrestling. Call it a father son talk with my child known as New Edge. I gave birth to it. More like adopted it because it was around before I got here but was not worth a fuck. I breathed life into it and made it into a corporate entity. I take full credit for making it into what it became. I take full credit for being the father of New Edge Wrestling. The hard work put in proved it. Each person who thought they had other ideas is gone. Like a damned missing persons report.”
“Where did all of the so called legends of this business go? What happened to all of the ‘futures of this business’ they so trumpeted as being great? Where did all of the flavors of the month go? They are gone like the wind. All of the Johnny Stylez’ and Ryan Pughs and the Roger Wrights and the Aaron Abrahams and the Hazards and the Vanessas go? They left because they did not give a shit about this company and never will. They left because they could not stand in my shadow any longer.”
“The simple fact of the matter is that my ass should have main evented every single Justice to ever exist. The biggest show needs the biggest star. Of course I have main evented the last three of them something very few have ever done. No one will give me the credit for it.”
The cameraman is trying to get my attention for some reason. Does he realize that I would sooner beat the crap out of him than listen to a fucking word he has to say? Since he is risking his own personal safety the least effort to be done is to listen to him.
“What the hell do you want?”
“SIr, this is becoming quite the deal on the internet. The Internet Wrestling Community is sending in questions for you to answer. It is up to you if you want to answer them.”
“Do you realize how little I give a shit about what they have to say? Most of them have hated my damned guts for years and tried to make my life a living hell. I blame them for Kendra. I blame them for killing my mother. I blame them for spreading the hate about me and making idiots believe them. Fuck them!”
“You can always discredit them and make them look bad.”
“Camera man you are a genius. This is the first time ever they have had to balls to actually speak to me as a group. Sure feed me that shit.”
The camera man breathes a sigh that he avoided a beating. What he fails to realize is he is not safe yet. People are stupid as hell and this bitch is no different. He will eventually do something to piss me off and I will whip his ass.
“This is from Adam T. He asks why do you think you are going to win Terrordome at Justice? Your dumb ass has never won it and never will.”
“Good Lord do you people really understand who the fuck you are speaking to. Terror Dome has been my personal house of horrors. I will be the first person to admit that. For some reason the jackass owner of this company has decided I am not allowed to win it. He ‘swerved’ me by having Ryan Pugh throw me off the top of that damned thing and cost me a year of my life. I swore to make it a damned afterthought this year and did exactly that when Jesse came begging me to enter it to give it some value. I mean seriously who the fuck wants to watch Envy stumble his way through it one more time. Who wants to see Tristan Ambrose half ass it through the damned thing. A guy is no knees and no balls calls himself a champion when he cannot stand up to the pressure. Then you have the man I have sworn to beat the piss out of inside of that structure. Riot is going to get the beating of his lifetime. Without me in that match no one would give a fuck about it.”
WIth a smirk my answer has been given. Hopefully that will shut a few people up but it never will. The thing about most of these people both wrestlers and IWC alike is that no matter how much truth there is in my statements they will twist it to make it fit their own shitty narrative.
“What are your thoughts on the final run of New Edge Wrestling as a company and the lack of success you have had.”
“Jesus Christ are you joking? No one has been more successful than I have been in this damned company. Of course you marks think the only measure of success is title belts that I could give less than a fuck about. Just because you define success on a hunk of gold wrapped in leather does not mean I feel the same way. That title represents what is wrong with the wrestling business today. My career has been spent fighting wars over personal issues with people and watching them fail after I am done with them. Nothing is better to see a fall from grace. It is the nature of humanity to build someone up to a Godlike status and watch them fall. Humanity loves seeing the Michael Jacksons of the world and the Mike Tysons of the world fail when they were put on that pedestal. WHat did Roger Wright ever do without me? He lost to Blair Buchanan and was never heard from again. Now he is hiding under his bed in fear of me. What did Matt Slater ever do without me? Become someone’s bitch and lose his fucking balls. What did Johnny ever do after Domestik Disturbance? He failed miserably without me. I make stars and watch them kill themselves off so I do not have to do it. Killing off legends is better than any title belt. You will see what Riot does without me. Abso-fucking-utely nothing.”
“What is your exact problem with social media and the wrestling business being hand in hand?”
“The problem with social media is a bunch of people think they are entitled to be special. THey wanted to be stars and to be talked about. They wanted their own reality shows but were too fucking ugly and uninteresting to get one so they post their lives on social media. So to all of the social media whores let me make this clear. You are not talented. You are not worth a fuck. So take your ugly asses off to a gun store and buy one. Put a bullet in the chamber and kill yourselves so your families will be spared the embarrassment of your hideous existence. So many people think they are entitled to something the rest of us had to fight for in the ring. They think they can duck around the system and say something controversial as if they are me and get a title shot or a spot in the company I built on my shoulders with the help of cowards who ran from the fight. Do us all a favor and shut your mouth get off your phones and into the fucking gym to learn how to do this properly. Earn your way in this company rather than backdoor your way into a title shot you have no chance of winning.”
“Do you have a problem with Austin Impact holding the World Title?”
“The sad part is I could give a shit less. He won a match against a loser to get the damned thing in the first place. He has done everything in his power to lower the dignity of that title as if it gets lower than what the CrU did to it. I never cared about the title so it never mattered to me. I was too busy over shadowing that damned piece of shit title. Does anyone actually think Judas Dathan is awesome because he held the fucking belt? Does anyone care that Shane Sparx held it twice? People put too much value on that hunk of shit and not the work they do in the ring. Now Austin wants to have the world pity him for his miserable choices. The fact that he could not handle the pressure of being the champion. The fact he could not deal with the expectations of being that man. He forgot all he ever did was defeat a credible opponent. Nothing more nothing less. He might think the title destroyed him but in reality he destroyed himself before he even stepped inside of TerrorDome. What is he going to do inside of that structure with the face of this company and the man who has been the face of it for five fucking years. He is going to have his career ended and his pity party can stop.”
“He wants me to feel sorry for him. The thing he and the rest of the world has forgotten is Hunter Valentyne is the most heartless and ruthless piece of shit to ever step foot inside of a wrestling ring. I would knife my own mother if it meant winning a match. I have turned on my own and thrown more people under the bus than most of you have has pieces of ass. I would do it all again to achieve my personal goals. Number one on that list is putting poor little Austin out of his damned misery.”
The cameraman is starting to get a little uncomfortable under the scrutiny of the blazing blue eyes in front of him. Talking about some of these issues is causing some of my anger issues to flare the fuck up. It makes me wonder if he has the dear for me that consumed my enemies and made them run off into the night screaming like they were watching a horror flick.
“How does it feel knowing that Envy is going to kill you in Terror Dome? He is the most decorated champion in the match and this is his time. #diebitch”
“That for the hashtag loser. So Envy is going to kill me inside of Terror Dome huh? The career follower is somehow going to become a leader? I would love to see that happen because that would be watching the impossible happen. Envy is a Nocturnal clone. Hell I am not even sure they are different people. He spews off at the mouth how he is this and how he is that and how the world should bow to his greatness. Then he goes to the ring and wets the bed. Envy has never stepped up to a challenge a day in his miserable life. Why do you think the CrU recruited him? Because they knew he did not have the balls to do anything but follow. He followed Chester in the Verge of Greatness. He followed around and carried X’s bags in the CrU not realizing he was being played. He followed around Roger in Excessive Excellence after he could not beat him. He followed me around in the IOC.”
“What did he do when he won the second tier championship? He remained the second tier act he has been his whole career. He faced the second class citizens here in New Edge Wrestling. Then he proved that the title was worthless when he cashed it in for a world title shot after claiming for months that he was the top champion in New Edge. If that were true then why cash in the title for a shot at another one? He shit on the legacy of that title and rendered it worthless. The same reason why Triple X and his little run was never considered to be greater than Roger Wright’s is the same reason why Scarlet is so obviously the greatest TA champion of all time. You fought Ricky Cassels over and over again because you knew you could beat him. You could have made that title mean something but instead you chose to hold onto it beating those you knew you could beat. You are a pussy and a coward for doing it and Jesse is a moron for allowing it to happen. He has a soft spot for paper champions.”
“What chance does Tristan Ambrose have in this match of defeating you? He is a god in the ring and out of it and I hope he kicks your ass!”
“Ahhh Vanilla Ice Ambrose. The man who defines the problem I have with social media. He thinks he is entitled to something because he once beat Ryan Pugh. Which is more pathetic? Molly Mayhem winning the world title from Pugh or Tristan Ambrose who basically won the opportunity for the title match by default? He has zero chance of doing anything but getting his ass kicked. The problem with Terror Dome is no one scares me. Ambrose damned sure does not scare me. Or should I call him Jon Moxley? Each person has glaring holes in their resumes to even think of being in the same ring with me. Envy is a follower. Impact is as weak as his surgically repaired knees. Riot is a media creation. Ambrose is a caricature of himself. This is going to be as easy to win as getting text sex with Molly Mayhem.”
“Does it feel good to know Rob Riot is going to destroy you in the ring because you cannot compete with him? #vastrixrules”
Way to put yourself over Vas. Good thing you are doing it because no one else ever will. I told you Rob that this was never about business but proving a damned point to you and to those that kiss your ass endlessly. Your own ego got you into this mess with me. It got me into your company beating your ass week after damned week. It got you a sledgehammer to the face. Had you just said no to me when I fucked that hag none of this would have happened. You would not be stepping inside of this cage with the most ruthless and sadistic bastard to ever walk the Earth. You are going to bleed and get your ass kicked and you fucking know it. Your goal was to end New Edge and you fucking failed. Your goal was to get by the guard dog on the porch and you failed to do that as well. Now this lap dog as you have so wrongly called me is going to beat the shit out of you. You have zero chance of anything happening other than your ass being handed to you by me. The man who put you in harm’s way at Tension in texas. The man who you were incarcerated with. The man who kicked your ass in your own wrestling company. The man who owns you and is always a step ahead of you. Good luck surviving this beating. Luck is the only thing that is ever going to save you. Once I am done with you I will enjoy watching you fail like happened to Roger Wright and Matt Slater and Dave McDave and Johnny Stylez. Fuck off bitch!”
Sitting here on the eve of the domination that soon will happen allows me to ponder my failures at each Justice. Of course my solitary thought those were easy wins as well but this time I could not be more sure. There is only one legend left in this bitch and you are looking at it. Envy only claims to be a legend when everyone else knows better. The Nocturnal clone has no shot of beating me in the ring or anywhere else for that matter. Impact could have been a legend but threw it all away because he did not have the balls to stand up to the pressure. Ambrose could have been...wait who am I kidding he has been a little posing bitch from day one and nothing has changed. Rob has a shot but he will lose to me because I am simply more talented than he is and smarter. Maybe I will give him a Valora blow up doll as a consolation prize. They are all done but are not smart enough to know it yet.
The camera shuts off as my message has been delivered. What happened to the camera man you may ask? As an overrated loser once asked you to do...Stay Tuned.