Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2013 15:22:13 GMT -6
Sometimes being aggressive and in your face is not the proper approach. This is a lesson learned over the course of the last several years. IN life there comes a time when being nonthreatening is the right way to do things. With this in mind, the get up that adorns my body is something right out of a nerd flick.
The white shirt is short sleeve and not the usual quality usually associated with the wardrobe of a champion and a self-made millionaire. According to the tag it was fifty percent nylon so it was imperative that a flame did not come in contact with my body. The tie was not the silk ties usually used to make an impact in the world of the wrestling business. It has a busy design meant to show that as far as being a fashion plate the man in front of them had no clue. This is a statement to be made this week.
A look down at the ID tag showed that Johnny’s friend had done some good work. It showed my now dorky picture and the name David Disciple on the front of it. The name ASSMASTERS was on the top. There was nothing to show the world that the man they all loved to hate was at the core of this rouse. The men and woman in the class room were staring at me as if a second head was coming out of the side of my neck.
“Sir, are you going to teach us how to be like Inkt? You know that is why we are here.”
It seems in the world that the flavor of the month is always popular and there is a desire to imitate the success of others. No one wants to do their own thing and get to the top in their own way. They all want to use the success of others as a template for their own success. It is much easier to emulate those type of people rather than to blaze their own path. This is a lesson Inkt learned early on and he created his own template that works for him. This is why I am here. To once again kill another myth.
“My name is Professor Disciple and I am here to teach you in the ways of the New World Champion Inkt. I am not here to entertain you with false thoughts on the man but to give you the truth. Now sometimes the wicked take the truth to be hard and I am sure you people are no exception.”
The class seems to be a bit put off by my words. Speaking from the heart tends to do just that. It might be time for a history lesson before we break into how Inkt is a sham. Yes sports fans that is what was said.
“It is time for a little history lesson about the man you worship. Only when you understand the accomplishment can you truly grasp the words that shall come later. Now if we could watch the pretty little picture and be quit maybe you can learn something as I am sure Inkt will learn as well. Do you know this man?”
The class cheered in unison about the picture of their new hero and the man they would copy to get to the top of the business. Unfortunately they have no clue. This school was created to capitalize on the success of The Backdoor Man of War. If they want to emanate him they have to know where he came from. They actually named the school ASSMASTERS and the building was in the shape of a penis. Wow that was highly creative.
“INKT! INKT! INKT!”
“Actually you are wrong and right at the same time. This is Inkt but he is the Inkt I know. Not the Inkt he fabricated to gain what he desired. This man was as scary as it gets. This man is the man who fought in the first ever TEW Warfare match and damned near won the fucking thing. After that people saw how savagely he fought they decided to avoid him wisely. This was his first lesson. Soon after he grew weary of that culture and came to the NEW but he knew something had to change.”
“What had to change?”
“I am glad you asked but do not interrupt me again, dumbass. First I will ask the bitche…I mean ladies in the class a question. Why do women tend to hang around queers?”
The women think a minute about this question when a little hottie in the front row raises her hand. It is obvious to me she is on the Hooters scholarship plan because that rack was all world. As my ass was peeping at her good she cleared her throat and yelled out.
“Because gay males are non-threatening?”
“You are totally correct hooters.”
“My name is Mary!”
Her indignant response meant nothing to me because my ass did not care to know anything about a bunch of posers trying to cash in on the hard work of another man. They only knew they wanted the cash. Unlike Inkt they damned sure did not want to work at it. Everyone seems to want to take the easy path rather than the path less traveled.
“Like it matters. So Inkt saw that people feared his ferocious fighting style. He knew he had that so he needed to take the most advantage of the gift that he could. He learned that being threatening was not the way so he thought about it and realized what the rest of the world knows. Gay men are non-threatening. Idiots talking about cocks and anal subjects are never taken seriously. So he learned from his TEW experience that if people under estimated him it would work to his advantage and boy did it ever.”
People in the class were not happy about this truthful statement about the backdoor man of war. The problem is too many focus on the back door part and never about the man of war. This is not a mistake that can be afforded. The fact that Inkt has been known to me for some time makes me understand the whole of Inkt and the sham he has purported to capitalize on his amazing fighting skills.
“We love Inkt, sir! He is awesome and all of the funny things he says are so cool. I got a question for you sir!”
“What?”
The class chants in unison much to my chagrin. They are excited about their new found hero and are not at all happy about the truth that is being spilled on their door step like a milkman with Parkinson’s disease.
“UMADBRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Jesus Christ there it is the worst damned catchphrase in the history of the world. Well second worst behind Betterthanu. The man would have to learn that catchphrases are not going to get it done in Vegas. Suddenly a spasm hits my spine and to the ground I go. The class seems to be a little upset over this as they come to see what the problem is.
“Mr. Disciple what is wrong?”
“There is nothing to be alarmed about. Last night I felt a little Shockwave go through my spine and it paralyzed me for a bit. I went home and went to bed and looked up at the ceiling and counted the tiles. I only got to three when I threw up.”
“Now back to your hero. Inkt knew….”
“TALK ABOUT TAT N FAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Wouldn’t you know these little pricks would make me talk about my least favorite subject. One half of the Greatest Tag Team of all times talking about Tat n Fat is akin to me watching a DVD entitled Slater’s Greatest Hits. Probably never gonna happen.
“Since you asked so nicely it would be an honor to tell you about Tat N Fat. Inkt is not a dumb person even though he plays off like he is. He understands that perception is reality. If he were to walk into the company the perception is that he is another job guy. If he tags with someone that has the perception of being a big deal then he becomes a big deal. He used Pugh’s ego against him and allowed the fat fuck to think Inkt was the side kick when reality said it was the other way around. He wanted Ryan to think that so he could learn a few things from Ryan,.”
“Like what exactly?”
“He learned how to sacrifice his body at the right time for the right reason. He learned how to be a professional. He learned about success and the cost it takes to gain such success. Pugh might be a dick that I hate but he is a successful dick. Inkt learned that and allowed himself to be viewed like a side kick when in reality Pugh turned out to be the side kick. Most did not see it but I did.”
“Didn’t that asshole Hunter call him a sidekick?”
“He did and there was a reason for that. He did not quite understand how devious Inkt is. That is a quality no one ever sees until it is too late. Unfortunately for him I am ready for that side of him as well. I know how dangerous of a man I am dealing with here. Then he went from Pugh to Triple X”
“What did he learn from XXX?”
“Good and bad. He learned again the price of sacrifice and how to make an opponent look foolish for attacking the wrong way. Inkt has mastered this art as well. He also learned that taking advantage of those with huge egos is almost child’s play. He let X think he was the sidekick once again because if X felt threatened it would be all over. Inkt learned how to play to that ego and make X feel comfortable. Inkt also knew if he wanted a long ass title run he had to learn from those people. This is why he refused to compete against X and chose a Mortal Combat competition rather than bruise the ego of a man.”
“Professor you never discussed that part where Inkt is a sham. We do not believe that.”
These idiots are dense as fuck. It had been explained and the words were even made shorter so their idiot asses can understand. Okay maybe it is time for a short recap for those with short attention spans. This needs to happen often.
“Okay so it has been established that Inkt is a world class fighter. This is why he chose a street fight in his own casino in Las Vegas. He thinks he has the advantage but he does not understand the resolve to compete for the World Title of his opponent.”
‘He is going to kill Hunter. Hunter cannot even beat Slater.”
“Shut the fuck up! Many people under estimate Inkt because that exactly how he wants it. He uses his little juvenile humor and jokes to make him seem less threatening to people and then he kills them. Unfortunately he now has an opponent that sees through that smoke screen. He can try to relive Beavis and Butthead in his life all he wants to and it will not make a bit of difference. Once again the myth that INkt is a straight shooter is being killed. He sued Pugh and XXX to his own benefit. I dare anyone who matters to say any different.”
Of course big hooter girl had to raise her hand and speak. She is hot when he mouth is shut. That is the case with damned near ever woman who has met eyes with me. A shake of the head makes me wonder how long she could suck a dick quietly.
“I disagree professor!”
“I said someone who mattered. We have already established that men and women alike find gay males nonthreatening which is exactly what Inkty Boy was looking for. He has learned his lessons well and now holds the World Title until he meets me in Vegas. He fails to realize that his hunger has been satiated while mine remains. His hunger is what made him fierce and now mine will consume him.”
“Hunter Valentyne, you asshole?”
“Trust me Big uns not the first bitch to call me that. You see it took patience to get to this point. Do you have any idea how much patience this shit really took? I had to sit through some of the worst title reigns in the history of mankind. I had to sit through the abortion know as Molly Mayhem as World Champion. To see someone so far below the acceptable level was almost enough to end it right there but it was not time yet.”
“I had to suffer through an even worse experience and that was The Matthew Carter title reign. Holy fuck that one almost ended me. If I had to watch one more shitty match from him I think I might have offed myself. But patience was the word of the day for my time would eventually come.”
“Then the worst day in the history of the NEW happened. Triple fucking X won Terror Dome. As long as that idiot had the strap there was no way I was getting near it. He wanted no part of Hunter Valentyne and still doesn’t. He knows his win over me a Tension in Texas was complete bullshit and he could never do it again. He knew he was verbally lambasted. This is why we had to suffer through the two worst World Title matches in the history of this company and that was XXX vs Slater part one and two. God that was fucking horrible.”
“Next came the Specter title runs which made me want to vomit. How could someone so clueless get the title while my sat in the middle of the card. How many times have I heard the phrase he deserved it when title matches were handed out? What about me? The lost in the shuffle look came about until a call from my old friend Jesse Styles came.”
The call was one that will live in infamy for me. My latest exile had left me in a shithole to work for. New Edge was the only him I had and it was gone. He came to me with an offer to join the Mafia. Of course I was going to tell him to fuck off but something told me to be like Inkt. Something told me if I played my cards right I could get what I wanted in the end. Sometimes you catch more flies with honey than you do with vinegar.
While my ass is not trying to relive Beavis and Butthead each week with tales of cocks and gayness abound, the result was the same. Jesse Styles makes one fucking powerful ally. He could give me that which had already been earned. Playing it like a dick never worked so why not try this way? Sure he really is my friend and has been for three years but in the end I got what I wanted. Hell I was even playing nice with Hazard and KOP who internally I cannot stand.
So Inkt’s influence even rubbed off on me. Sometimes you play games with people to get what you desire. Does it matter how the fuck I got here? Not really. As long as Hunter is in the world title match who gives a fuck how I got it? I busted my ass for three years and got nothing for it so a change in philosophy was needed.
Inkt tries to play his little games and people bite on it. He makes them drop their guard and then pounces. Poor idiots like Colt never saw it coming. The truth is that I beat Colt for him. By the time I was done with Colt he was nothing but a shell of what he once was. Hell anyone could have beaten him the week after I humiliated and destroyed him. Now it is time to destroy another myth and that is the myth of Mr. Life of the Party. Have fun kid. Should be fun.
The white shirt is short sleeve and not the usual quality usually associated with the wardrobe of a champion and a self-made millionaire. According to the tag it was fifty percent nylon so it was imperative that a flame did not come in contact with my body. The tie was not the silk ties usually used to make an impact in the world of the wrestling business. It has a busy design meant to show that as far as being a fashion plate the man in front of them had no clue. This is a statement to be made this week.
A look down at the ID tag showed that Johnny’s friend had done some good work. It showed my now dorky picture and the name David Disciple on the front of it. The name ASSMASTERS was on the top. There was nothing to show the world that the man they all loved to hate was at the core of this rouse. The men and woman in the class room were staring at me as if a second head was coming out of the side of my neck.
“Sir, are you going to teach us how to be like Inkt? You know that is why we are here.”
It seems in the world that the flavor of the month is always popular and there is a desire to imitate the success of others. No one wants to do their own thing and get to the top in their own way. They all want to use the success of others as a template for their own success. It is much easier to emulate those type of people rather than to blaze their own path. This is a lesson Inkt learned early on and he created his own template that works for him. This is why I am here. To once again kill another myth.
“My name is Professor Disciple and I am here to teach you in the ways of the New World Champion Inkt. I am not here to entertain you with false thoughts on the man but to give you the truth. Now sometimes the wicked take the truth to be hard and I am sure you people are no exception.”
The class seems to be a bit put off by my words. Speaking from the heart tends to do just that. It might be time for a history lesson before we break into how Inkt is a sham. Yes sports fans that is what was said.
“It is time for a little history lesson about the man you worship. Only when you understand the accomplishment can you truly grasp the words that shall come later. Now if we could watch the pretty little picture and be quit maybe you can learn something as I am sure Inkt will learn as well. Do you know this man?”
The class cheered in unison about the picture of their new hero and the man they would copy to get to the top of the business. Unfortunately they have no clue. This school was created to capitalize on the success of The Backdoor Man of War. If they want to emanate him they have to know where he came from. They actually named the school ASSMASTERS and the building was in the shape of a penis. Wow that was highly creative.
“INKT! INKT! INKT!”
“Actually you are wrong and right at the same time. This is Inkt but he is the Inkt I know. Not the Inkt he fabricated to gain what he desired. This man was as scary as it gets. This man is the man who fought in the first ever TEW Warfare match and damned near won the fucking thing. After that people saw how savagely he fought they decided to avoid him wisely. This was his first lesson. Soon after he grew weary of that culture and came to the NEW but he knew something had to change.”
“What had to change?”
“I am glad you asked but do not interrupt me again, dumbass. First I will ask the bitche…I mean ladies in the class a question. Why do women tend to hang around queers?”
The women think a minute about this question when a little hottie in the front row raises her hand. It is obvious to me she is on the Hooters scholarship plan because that rack was all world. As my ass was peeping at her good she cleared her throat and yelled out.
“Because gay males are non-threatening?”
“You are totally correct hooters.”
“My name is Mary!”
Her indignant response meant nothing to me because my ass did not care to know anything about a bunch of posers trying to cash in on the hard work of another man. They only knew they wanted the cash. Unlike Inkt they damned sure did not want to work at it. Everyone seems to want to take the easy path rather than the path less traveled.
“Like it matters. So Inkt saw that people feared his ferocious fighting style. He knew he had that so he needed to take the most advantage of the gift that he could. He learned that being threatening was not the way so he thought about it and realized what the rest of the world knows. Gay men are non-threatening. Idiots talking about cocks and anal subjects are never taken seriously. So he learned from his TEW experience that if people under estimated him it would work to his advantage and boy did it ever.”
People in the class were not happy about this truthful statement about the backdoor man of war. The problem is too many focus on the back door part and never about the man of war. This is not a mistake that can be afforded. The fact that Inkt has been known to me for some time makes me understand the whole of Inkt and the sham he has purported to capitalize on his amazing fighting skills.
“We love Inkt, sir! He is awesome and all of the funny things he says are so cool. I got a question for you sir!”
“What?”
The class chants in unison much to my chagrin. They are excited about their new found hero and are not at all happy about the truth that is being spilled on their door step like a milkman with Parkinson’s disease.
“UMADBRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Jesus Christ there it is the worst damned catchphrase in the history of the world. Well second worst behind Betterthanu. The man would have to learn that catchphrases are not going to get it done in Vegas. Suddenly a spasm hits my spine and to the ground I go. The class seems to be a little upset over this as they come to see what the problem is.
“Mr. Disciple what is wrong?”
“There is nothing to be alarmed about. Last night I felt a little Shockwave go through my spine and it paralyzed me for a bit. I went home and went to bed and looked up at the ceiling and counted the tiles. I only got to three when I threw up.”
“Now back to your hero. Inkt knew….”
“TALK ABOUT TAT N FAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Wouldn’t you know these little pricks would make me talk about my least favorite subject. One half of the Greatest Tag Team of all times talking about Tat n Fat is akin to me watching a DVD entitled Slater’s Greatest Hits. Probably never gonna happen.
“Since you asked so nicely it would be an honor to tell you about Tat N Fat. Inkt is not a dumb person even though he plays off like he is. He understands that perception is reality. If he were to walk into the company the perception is that he is another job guy. If he tags with someone that has the perception of being a big deal then he becomes a big deal. He used Pugh’s ego against him and allowed the fat fuck to think Inkt was the side kick when reality said it was the other way around. He wanted Ryan to think that so he could learn a few things from Ryan,.”
“Like what exactly?”
“He learned how to sacrifice his body at the right time for the right reason. He learned how to be a professional. He learned about success and the cost it takes to gain such success. Pugh might be a dick that I hate but he is a successful dick. Inkt learned that and allowed himself to be viewed like a side kick when in reality Pugh turned out to be the side kick. Most did not see it but I did.”
“Didn’t that asshole Hunter call him a sidekick?”
“He did and there was a reason for that. He did not quite understand how devious Inkt is. That is a quality no one ever sees until it is too late. Unfortunately for him I am ready for that side of him as well. I know how dangerous of a man I am dealing with here. Then he went from Pugh to Triple X”
“What did he learn from XXX?”
“Good and bad. He learned again the price of sacrifice and how to make an opponent look foolish for attacking the wrong way. Inkt has mastered this art as well. He also learned that taking advantage of those with huge egos is almost child’s play. He let X think he was the sidekick once again because if X felt threatened it would be all over. Inkt learned how to play to that ego and make X feel comfortable. Inkt also knew if he wanted a long ass title run he had to learn from those people. This is why he refused to compete against X and chose a Mortal Combat competition rather than bruise the ego of a man.”
“Professor you never discussed that part where Inkt is a sham. We do not believe that.”
These idiots are dense as fuck. It had been explained and the words were even made shorter so their idiot asses can understand. Okay maybe it is time for a short recap for those with short attention spans. This needs to happen often.
“Okay so it has been established that Inkt is a world class fighter. This is why he chose a street fight in his own casino in Las Vegas. He thinks he has the advantage but he does not understand the resolve to compete for the World Title of his opponent.”
‘He is going to kill Hunter. Hunter cannot even beat Slater.”
“Shut the fuck up! Many people under estimate Inkt because that exactly how he wants it. He uses his little juvenile humor and jokes to make him seem less threatening to people and then he kills them. Unfortunately he now has an opponent that sees through that smoke screen. He can try to relive Beavis and Butthead in his life all he wants to and it will not make a bit of difference. Once again the myth that INkt is a straight shooter is being killed. He sued Pugh and XXX to his own benefit. I dare anyone who matters to say any different.”
Of course big hooter girl had to raise her hand and speak. She is hot when he mouth is shut. That is the case with damned near ever woman who has met eyes with me. A shake of the head makes me wonder how long she could suck a dick quietly.
“I disagree professor!”
“I said someone who mattered. We have already established that men and women alike find gay males nonthreatening which is exactly what Inkty Boy was looking for. He has learned his lessons well and now holds the World Title until he meets me in Vegas. He fails to realize that his hunger has been satiated while mine remains. His hunger is what made him fierce and now mine will consume him.”
“Hunter Valentyne, you asshole?”
“Trust me Big uns not the first bitch to call me that. You see it took patience to get to this point. Do you have any idea how much patience this shit really took? I had to sit through some of the worst title reigns in the history of mankind. I had to sit through the abortion know as Molly Mayhem as World Champion. To see someone so far below the acceptable level was almost enough to end it right there but it was not time yet.”
“I had to suffer through an even worse experience and that was The Matthew Carter title reign. Holy fuck that one almost ended me. If I had to watch one more shitty match from him I think I might have offed myself. But patience was the word of the day for my time would eventually come.”
“Then the worst day in the history of the NEW happened. Triple fucking X won Terror Dome. As long as that idiot had the strap there was no way I was getting near it. He wanted no part of Hunter Valentyne and still doesn’t. He knows his win over me a Tension in Texas was complete bullshit and he could never do it again. He knew he was verbally lambasted. This is why we had to suffer through the two worst World Title matches in the history of this company and that was XXX vs Slater part one and two. God that was fucking horrible.”
“Next came the Specter title runs which made me want to vomit. How could someone so clueless get the title while my sat in the middle of the card. How many times have I heard the phrase he deserved it when title matches were handed out? What about me? The lost in the shuffle look came about until a call from my old friend Jesse Styles came.”
The call was one that will live in infamy for me. My latest exile had left me in a shithole to work for. New Edge was the only him I had and it was gone. He came to me with an offer to join the Mafia. Of course I was going to tell him to fuck off but something told me to be like Inkt. Something told me if I played my cards right I could get what I wanted in the end. Sometimes you catch more flies with honey than you do with vinegar.
While my ass is not trying to relive Beavis and Butthead each week with tales of cocks and gayness abound, the result was the same. Jesse Styles makes one fucking powerful ally. He could give me that which had already been earned. Playing it like a dick never worked so why not try this way? Sure he really is my friend and has been for three years but in the end I got what I wanted. Hell I was even playing nice with Hazard and KOP who internally I cannot stand.
So Inkt’s influence even rubbed off on me. Sometimes you play games with people to get what you desire. Does it matter how the fuck I got here? Not really. As long as Hunter is in the world title match who gives a fuck how I got it? I busted my ass for three years and got nothing for it so a change in philosophy was needed.
Inkt tries to play his little games and people bite on it. He makes them drop their guard and then pounces. Poor idiots like Colt never saw it coming. The truth is that I beat Colt for him. By the time I was done with Colt he was nothing but a shell of what he once was. Hell anyone could have beaten him the week after I humiliated and destroyed him. Now it is time to destroy another myth and that is the myth of Mr. Life of the Party. Have fun kid. Should be fun.