Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2019 10:57:51 GMT -6
I had caught a fleeting glimpse of an off putting image out over the horizon. Coming and going through periphirals, a damaged ship making a voyage of trespass straight into the broken hearts of man. It was in this moment that I had realized nothing would ever be the same again.
I had awoken from a deep rest, an unwitting survivor of a night of horror. Skeletal beings and illuminated hardships played on repeat during my course of sleep, the goons of yesterday took their time in dismembering my dreams. My hopes vanquished by the demons hidden inside of mortal men. I had become nothing more than a bad joke. A running punchline for New Edge Wrestling as they had turned me into an afterthought.
"HA HA!"
"Kyle Manson lost to Deacon Horrible!"
"WHAT A LOSER!"
Really gripping tightly to the consensus that I were to be a God among all of you, but my false steps pushed me to the outer limits of relativity. I had become a ghost.
Let the haunting commence.
Hudson McKnight was the next to suffer Kyle Manson's mockery. And he will never be able to live it down. Just another mental headcase lingering amongst the pile of shit that consists of a locker room of prissy ass momma boys and loose floosies. The true whores of the world all collectively reside under one sanctified wrestling umbrella.
You wanna talk about horror?
Just listen to their promos.
Cringe.
But Hudson would figure it out soon enough. Most likely a no show in a long line of no shows, causing a once great promotion to further wilt and decay. The sadness is seeping from New Edge's wounds and there is no savior coming to bandage the goon.
The end is near.
Hudson's end is neigh.
In hindsight, I find it best to paint the canvas a more crimson hue. Blood splatter from your opponents noggin will always suffice. The crowd will cheer, losing their minds for violence, but only be met with silence. A day before the deadline for promotional material to be submitted before we make our grand entrances at Ignite, and we have two.
Well, one of them is James Wolf, so we really only have one.
So I have been resurrected by the new overlord. Brandon Moore dusted off the horrible mask, signaling that the end times were really upon us. But as the old saying goes..
Why go out with a whimper..
When we can go out with a BANG.
But Hudson won't reply.
He's too afraid to die.
I had awoken from a deep rest, an unwitting survivor of a night of horror. Skeletal beings and illuminated hardships played on repeat during my course of sleep, the goons of yesterday took their time in dismembering my dreams. My hopes vanquished by the demons hidden inside of mortal men. I had become nothing more than a bad joke. A running punchline for New Edge Wrestling as they had turned me into an afterthought.
"HA HA!"
"Kyle Manson lost to Deacon Horrible!"
"WHAT A LOSER!"
Really gripping tightly to the consensus that I were to be a God among all of you, but my false steps pushed me to the outer limits of relativity. I had become a ghost.
Let the haunting commence.
Hudson McKnight was the next to suffer Kyle Manson's mockery. And he will never be able to live it down. Just another mental headcase lingering amongst the pile of shit that consists of a locker room of prissy ass momma boys and loose floosies. The true whores of the world all collectively reside under one sanctified wrestling umbrella.
You wanna talk about horror?
Just listen to their promos.
Cringe.
But Hudson would figure it out soon enough. Most likely a no show in a long line of no shows, causing a once great promotion to further wilt and decay. The sadness is seeping from New Edge's wounds and there is no savior coming to bandage the goon.
The end is near.
Hudson's end is neigh.
In hindsight, I find it best to paint the canvas a more crimson hue. Blood splatter from your opponents noggin will always suffice. The crowd will cheer, losing their minds for violence, but only be met with silence. A day before the deadline for promotional material to be submitted before we make our grand entrances at Ignite, and we have two.
Well, one of them is James Wolf, so we really only have one.
So I have been resurrected by the new overlord. Brandon Moore dusted off the horrible mask, signaling that the end times were really upon us. But as the old saying goes..
Why go out with a whimper..
When we can go out with a BANG.
But Hudson won't reply.
He's too afraid to die.