Post by Alan Envy on Apr 19, 2013 18:03:18 GMT -6
Welcome to the Mafia.
No matter how many time I have heard that sentence coming from the mouths of my true brothers in this business it never got old. For the first time since I helped form the cRu I felt like this was where I should be. Everyone in the wrestling world acts like they are so shocked that I decided to stab United in the back and join the Styles Mafia. Yet why in the hell is everyone so damn surprised that it happened?
Now of course considering the circumstance of me being cooped up in a Tokyo hospital it might have been a shock. I mean the support I got from my former United brothers and of course the fans of NEW was overwhelming. But what everyone failed to realize was that my true brothers, guys I have spilled blood with, broke sweat in buckets, and raised hell with all along were solely entrenched in the Styles Mafia. I started the cRu with Johnny Styles, myself and Hunter Valentyne raised hell as the IOC like no other tag team besides DomestiK Disturbance ever did in NEW. I had a hell of a lot of respect for KOP, and of course I always had a behind the scenes friendship with Hazard despite being creped the fuck out by Spaz. Then of course there was Jesse Styles.
Many consider us mortal enemies, many people think we would rather rip our nuts off of each other than shake each other’s hand. Yet what you idiots always failed to realize was that there has always been respect between each other. The battle scars that we caused on each other were signs of that respect because we both got the fuck up from the beatings we gave each other. And no matter whether he was trying to get me arrested for murder in Japan once or trying to take my daughter away from me I still respected him. It didn’t matter that I damn near killed his father in a hospital room or even tried to take Scarlet Styles off life support he still respected me. Yeah I know it sounds like a fucked up respect relationship but it’s there. And now we stand side by side to prove the dominance of the Styles Mafia.
Yet I know what you are all thinking. That isn’t the answer to why you turned on the fans and United. And as much as I hate to admit it you are fucking right. You see that little heart attack incident in Japan opened my eyes to what United and you people are really about. You see as I sat there and watched Kamikaze in that hospital room as great expense to myself I watched how you all reacted. I watched as United dedicated their matches to Al Envy, there stupid little phony teary eye segment wearing their stupid little wrist bands. The entire show was dedicated to me. You would think that something like that would humble a man. But I saw right through that fucking charade.
That was the moment I called up Jesse Styles with Dixie Clement standing right outside the room. That phony little cowgirl bitch had no fucking idea as she sat outside and fucking supposedly cried for me calling Scarlet with updates to my condition. As she pulled her phony shit me and Jesse struck a deal.I decided for Al Envy to cement his legacy as the greatest Trans-Atlantic Champion of all time even after I broke that cock suck Daniel Devine’s overrated record I had to get on the winning team, a team that wouldn’t fucking exploit Al Envy to get themselves over and to get people to support them. Because that’s what United did, that’s what Ryan Pugh and Inkt did, and that’s what all the fans of the NEW did. You all fucking used me. Well I am not going to be used ever again.
United dedicated their matches to m to motivate themselves. That shows a sign of weakness. You see that’s the difference between me and a Scarlet Styles. If the situation was reversed Al Envy wouldn’t dedicate his match to her. I don’t need to be motivated by a tragic event to get myself over. I am already fucking over, I am the best god damn wrestler walking on this planet and I am the greatest TA champion of all time. No matter what I get the fucking job done in that ring because I don’t show emotion, which I like to call weakness, because Scarlet you are weak. You and the rest of United fucking know that I allowed you to become the leader because I tried to motivate you so you could compete against your husband.
Because as you know damn well Scarlet your husband doesn’t fucking show weakness. You know that because you got a Hype Kick to your jaw and he showed no got damn remorse. You knew he was like that when you fucking married him. That is what a leader is. You are no leader, and I was not going to allow myself to go down with the ship. It doesn’t matter that you guys have the tag team titles now and struck that first blow. In the end the Styles Mafia will stand strong, and you weak pathetic, emotion filed slack jaws will be down on the ground bloodied and broken emotionally and physically thanks to the Mafia.
You are not my only focus now Scarlet however. Of course me destroying you and exposing you for the phony leader you are is number one on my list. However there was someone else that was now my focus, an undeserving choad that comes from my past that I now have to dispose of. I am talking straight to you Patrick Jones. You have the audacity to question the kind of competitor I am all because I decided that on Ignite wasn’t the time for me to destroy Scarlet Styles and ruin the plans I have for her. You dre question the kind of champion that I am and tink that you actually have a chance to beat me.
You see that has always been your issue Patrick, and it didn’t matter whether you are here in NEW or when you were in TEW. The funny part is that in TEW in the eyes of the retarded management you were supposedly the fucking future. They ignored the real talent in Al Envy and went to the kiss ass in you. But you had to kiss ass didn’t you PJ. Your emotions and lack of talent always got in your way and you had to latch onto Dave McDave’s ball sack to get over. Allow me to shed some truth on your ass for a minute.
The only fucking person that was a member of TEW that made it outside of that shit organization was Al Envy. Not you, or your hero Dave McDave. Not Red Dragon or even Matt Slater. Yeah Matt Slater has a title shot at Justice but until he actually fucking wins a world title he is beneath me. Al Envy became the star outside of TEW. Al Envy became a 2 time world champion and the best TA champion of all time. Al Envy won multiple tag team titles with different partners and became an international wrestling superstar. You Patrick Jones didn’t accomplish shit. So what makes you fucking think you can hang with me?
Oh yeah I know what it is. You think you will never stay down. You are the heart and soul guy that thinks that no matter how fucking bad of a beating you get you will shine through and come back. That might work with some of those ass farts you have beaten. But you have never fucking been in the ring with something like me. And deep down mother fucker you got damn know it.
I know you are nervous Patrick, the sweat is beading off of your head and goose bumps are crawling up your forearms. That isn’t happening because you are nervous that for the first time in your long pointless career you will finally be in the spotlight. You are nervous because you know that I love to prove people wrong, and I will love nothing more to keep the guy that never stays down unable to stand up. You know I can do it, and I know damn well that I can.
But before we get to that historic fifth anniversary show, a show that was made possible through the hard work of me, Johnny Stylez, Jesse Styles, and Hazard since we are the fucking core of this company. There was some spring cleaning I wanted to do. You see when you are thee best in the world and a multi millionaire you are afforded to own 10,000 acres of land with a 6 bedroom house smack dab in the middle of it in North Central, Texas. Since you pay half of the town’s taxes to support it you can set up two huge iron barrels right in the middle of your massive front yard where cattle and horses I raise graze. My house has become messy with shit that I should have got rid of a long time ago. And by God I am going to quit putting it off and get rid of this junk.
From the corner of the view a ranch hand arrives with a tractor full of stuff. From first site it was mostly pictures, title belts, and ring gear from Al Envy’s past.
I have always said it was time to bury my past. Actually it seems more fitting to burn the fucking shit. So lets get to it. Wayne do your job and set this shit up.
Wayne the ranch hand takes out a gasoline tank and pours it in the barrels. He lights a match and both of them come alive with fire shooting to the sky. Al Envy reaches for the first item from the tractor.
Here we have a picture, actually Patrick you might remember what this was. It’s a picture of myself, you and your hero Dave McDave. This was when I was a stable mate with you and for the life of me I can’t remember the name of it because it was pointless. So this is the first piece of trash to go. I wish it was this easy to burn another piece of trash like Dave McDave’s post TEW career.
Al throws the picture in the fire. He reaches for another piece of memorabilia.
This is a replica of the TEW United States Championship. I won this title four times and as I look at it this piece of shit reminds me that Franco Cruz didn’t ever have the faith in me like he had in you Patrick to ever give me my rightful place as the TEW World Champion. Up until recently my dumbass considered winning this title as one of my greatest career accomplishments ever. Well guess what.
Al throws the TEW US Title in the burning inferno.
Kiss that piece of shit goodbye. Man I should have done this a long time ago.
Al reaches into the tractor again and grabs a handful of other items and throws them into the fire. He then pulls out one half of the TEW World Tag Team Titles.
I made my name in this business being a part of a team called VoG with Chester. Chester is dead now. He left me his half of the tag team titles which is this very belt here. I missed Chester and always considered him one of my greatest friends in this business. Recently though I realized that just like United just like you sorry asshole fans he just fucking used me. I found his fat ass and because he kissed the asses of TEW management he took my rightful place as TEW World Champion. He always said the same thing you do Patrick. He was always the guy that never gave up, just like you. This is the last of hs legacy on this earth, and just like your NEW career after I kick your ass at Ignite this week this piece of shit is going to go up in flames!!!
Al tossed the last thing Chester ever gave him into the inferno. Al stood there and smelled the burning leather of that aid title and closed his eyes. An evil grin came across his face as he loved the site that he was burning his TEW legacy, a legacy that Patrick Jones never accomplished.
Al signaled Wayne away with the tractor and walked over to the next burning barrel. Next to it was at least 10 bags full of gifts and letters. Al stood there and looked straight ahead.
When I came back home I found more trash to remind me of something I am not anymore. You see all of this stuff is from you the fans of professional wrestling. All of this stuff is get well wishes gifts to cheer me up emotional and motivational poems that out of the kindness of your hearts you sent to me to ensure I wouldn’t give up. It’s hard to believe but I actually read through all of this shit and opened all of the presents. Most of the gifts were underwear from hot ladies that I wouldn’t give the time of day too, and some of it was fucking gay ass teddy bears with motivational words on their asses or stomachs.
At first I was moved by this. But that was before I realized that this was just a ply for you people to continue to latch on to me so you could live out your pathetic lives thinking through me. No longer are you fuckers allowed to live through me. You are no longer allowed to think that you are a part of Al Envy’s life and whatever I go through you go through the same. No longer am I going to go make trips to greet dying kids giving them one last look at greatness before they kick the bucket. You people used me just like United did. You assholes used me like TEW did and Chester did. I am not being used anymore. So consider this the end of our relationship NEW Universe, and allow me to show you what I think about all of your well wishes.
Al threw each bag of get well cards and gifts, most of them actually handmade by the fans into the barrels filled with fire. After the last bag Al dusted his hands off and after he ensured the shit was burned into dust Wayne put the fires out with a fire extinguisher.
Joining the Styles Mafia is a fresh start for me. Now I can focus on what really matters and that is me and me alone, and my quest to become the greatest and most dominant NEW Trans-Atlantic Champion of all time. You see I see it this way. I consider myself the top guy in this company because of people like Inkt and Colt holding the NEW World Championship. Those two are mockery champions jokes that tarnish the legacy of that title that me and Johnny Stylez worked so hard to make it the top prize in this business. In my eyes the TA Championship is the top prize in this business.
Al produces the TA title from the driver’s seat of the tractor.
This is the only thing that matters to me now, this and the Styles Mafia. I will be damned if I allow some noob TEW reject named Patrick Jones to take this away from me. I will be damned if I allow some emotional weak wreck named Scarlet Styles to take away my title. No one in this fucking company outside the Styles Mafia have the talent, balls or passion to take this away from. No one!! I am the man!! I am the got damn Show Stealer of Professional Wrestling!! I am the face of this company. And Patrick Jones you will be the first to find out that I am just simply…
Betterthanu……….
Much like TEW Patrick at the fifth anniversary show you will go up in flames thanks to the greatest Trans-Atlantic Champion of all time. You will be put down and I promise you no matter what you try to do you aren’t getting the fuck back up. I am personally going to end your final attempt at being relevant in this business.
Then I will take care of Miss Scarlet, and trust me sweetheart you have no idea what is going to hit you.
Al walks away as the black smoke from the burning barrels fills the area with smoke ending this presentation
No matter how many time I have heard that sentence coming from the mouths of my true brothers in this business it never got old. For the first time since I helped form the cRu I felt like this was where I should be. Everyone in the wrestling world acts like they are so shocked that I decided to stab United in the back and join the Styles Mafia. Yet why in the hell is everyone so damn surprised that it happened?
Now of course considering the circumstance of me being cooped up in a Tokyo hospital it might have been a shock. I mean the support I got from my former United brothers and of course the fans of NEW was overwhelming. But what everyone failed to realize was that my true brothers, guys I have spilled blood with, broke sweat in buckets, and raised hell with all along were solely entrenched in the Styles Mafia. I started the cRu with Johnny Styles, myself and Hunter Valentyne raised hell as the IOC like no other tag team besides DomestiK Disturbance ever did in NEW. I had a hell of a lot of respect for KOP, and of course I always had a behind the scenes friendship with Hazard despite being creped the fuck out by Spaz. Then of course there was Jesse Styles.
Many consider us mortal enemies, many people think we would rather rip our nuts off of each other than shake each other’s hand. Yet what you idiots always failed to realize was that there has always been respect between each other. The battle scars that we caused on each other were signs of that respect because we both got the fuck up from the beatings we gave each other. And no matter whether he was trying to get me arrested for murder in Japan once or trying to take my daughter away from me I still respected him. It didn’t matter that I damn near killed his father in a hospital room or even tried to take Scarlet Styles off life support he still respected me. Yeah I know it sounds like a fucked up respect relationship but it’s there. And now we stand side by side to prove the dominance of the Styles Mafia.
Yet I know what you are all thinking. That isn’t the answer to why you turned on the fans and United. And as much as I hate to admit it you are fucking right. You see that little heart attack incident in Japan opened my eyes to what United and you people are really about. You see as I sat there and watched Kamikaze in that hospital room as great expense to myself I watched how you all reacted. I watched as United dedicated their matches to Al Envy, there stupid little phony teary eye segment wearing their stupid little wrist bands. The entire show was dedicated to me. You would think that something like that would humble a man. But I saw right through that fucking charade.
That was the moment I called up Jesse Styles with Dixie Clement standing right outside the room. That phony little cowgirl bitch had no fucking idea as she sat outside and fucking supposedly cried for me calling Scarlet with updates to my condition. As she pulled her phony shit me and Jesse struck a deal.I decided for Al Envy to cement his legacy as the greatest Trans-Atlantic Champion of all time even after I broke that cock suck Daniel Devine’s overrated record I had to get on the winning team, a team that wouldn’t fucking exploit Al Envy to get themselves over and to get people to support them. Because that’s what United did, that’s what Ryan Pugh and Inkt did, and that’s what all the fans of the NEW did. You all fucking used me. Well I am not going to be used ever again.
United dedicated their matches to m to motivate themselves. That shows a sign of weakness. You see that’s the difference between me and a Scarlet Styles. If the situation was reversed Al Envy wouldn’t dedicate his match to her. I don’t need to be motivated by a tragic event to get myself over. I am already fucking over, I am the best god damn wrestler walking on this planet and I am the greatest TA champion of all time. No matter what I get the fucking job done in that ring because I don’t show emotion, which I like to call weakness, because Scarlet you are weak. You and the rest of United fucking know that I allowed you to become the leader because I tried to motivate you so you could compete against your husband.
Because as you know damn well Scarlet your husband doesn’t fucking show weakness. You know that because you got a Hype Kick to your jaw and he showed no got damn remorse. You knew he was like that when you fucking married him. That is what a leader is. You are no leader, and I was not going to allow myself to go down with the ship. It doesn’t matter that you guys have the tag team titles now and struck that first blow. In the end the Styles Mafia will stand strong, and you weak pathetic, emotion filed slack jaws will be down on the ground bloodied and broken emotionally and physically thanks to the Mafia.
You are not my only focus now Scarlet however. Of course me destroying you and exposing you for the phony leader you are is number one on my list. However there was someone else that was now my focus, an undeserving choad that comes from my past that I now have to dispose of. I am talking straight to you Patrick Jones. You have the audacity to question the kind of competitor I am all because I decided that on Ignite wasn’t the time for me to destroy Scarlet Styles and ruin the plans I have for her. You dre question the kind of champion that I am and tink that you actually have a chance to beat me.
You see that has always been your issue Patrick, and it didn’t matter whether you are here in NEW or when you were in TEW. The funny part is that in TEW in the eyes of the retarded management you were supposedly the fucking future. They ignored the real talent in Al Envy and went to the kiss ass in you. But you had to kiss ass didn’t you PJ. Your emotions and lack of talent always got in your way and you had to latch onto Dave McDave’s ball sack to get over. Allow me to shed some truth on your ass for a minute.
The only fucking person that was a member of TEW that made it outside of that shit organization was Al Envy. Not you, or your hero Dave McDave. Not Red Dragon or even Matt Slater. Yeah Matt Slater has a title shot at Justice but until he actually fucking wins a world title he is beneath me. Al Envy became the star outside of TEW. Al Envy became a 2 time world champion and the best TA champion of all time. Al Envy won multiple tag team titles with different partners and became an international wrestling superstar. You Patrick Jones didn’t accomplish shit. So what makes you fucking think you can hang with me?
Oh yeah I know what it is. You think you will never stay down. You are the heart and soul guy that thinks that no matter how fucking bad of a beating you get you will shine through and come back. That might work with some of those ass farts you have beaten. But you have never fucking been in the ring with something like me. And deep down mother fucker you got damn know it.
I know you are nervous Patrick, the sweat is beading off of your head and goose bumps are crawling up your forearms. That isn’t happening because you are nervous that for the first time in your long pointless career you will finally be in the spotlight. You are nervous because you know that I love to prove people wrong, and I will love nothing more to keep the guy that never stays down unable to stand up. You know I can do it, and I know damn well that I can.
But before we get to that historic fifth anniversary show, a show that was made possible through the hard work of me, Johnny Stylez, Jesse Styles, and Hazard since we are the fucking core of this company. There was some spring cleaning I wanted to do. You see when you are thee best in the world and a multi millionaire you are afforded to own 10,000 acres of land with a 6 bedroom house smack dab in the middle of it in North Central, Texas. Since you pay half of the town’s taxes to support it you can set up two huge iron barrels right in the middle of your massive front yard where cattle and horses I raise graze. My house has become messy with shit that I should have got rid of a long time ago. And by God I am going to quit putting it off and get rid of this junk.
From the corner of the view a ranch hand arrives with a tractor full of stuff. From first site it was mostly pictures, title belts, and ring gear from Al Envy’s past.
I have always said it was time to bury my past. Actually it seems more fitting to burn the fucking shit. So lets get to it. Wayne do your job and set this shit up.
Wayne the ranch hand takes out a gasoline tank and pours it in the barrels. He lights a match and both of them come alive with fire shooting to the sky. Al Envy reaches for the first item from the tractor.
Here we have a picture, actually Patrick you might remember what this was. It’s a picture of myself, you and your hero Dave McDave. This was when I was a stable mate with you and for the life of me I can’t remember the name of it because it was pointless. So this is the first piece of trash to go. I wish it was this easy to burn another piece of trash like Dave McDave’s post TEW career.
Al throws the picture in the fire. He reaches for another piece of memorabilia.
This is a replica of the TEW United States Championship. I won this title four times and as I look at it this piece of shit reminds me that Franco Cruz didn’t ever have the faith in me like he had in you Patrick to ever give me my rightful place as the TEW World Champion. Up until recently my dumbass considered winning this title as one of my greatest career accomplishments ever. Well guess what.
Al throws the TEW US Title in the burning inferno.
Kiss that piece of shit goodbye. Man I should have done this a long time ago.
Al reaches into the tractor again and grabs a handful of other items and throws them into the fire. He then pulls out one half of the TEW World Tag Team Titles.
I made my name in this business being a part of a team called VoG with Chester. Chester is dead now. He left me his half of the tag team titles which is this very belt here. I missed Chester and always considered him one of my greatest friends in this business. Recently though I realized that just like United just like you sorry asshole fans he just fucking used me. I found his fat ass and because he kissed the asses of TEW management he took my rightful place as TEW World Champion. He always said the same thing you do Patrick. He was always the guy that never gave up, just like you. This is the last of hs legacy on this earth, and just like your NEW career after I kick your ass at Ignite this week this piece of shit is going to go up in flames!!!
Al tossed the last thing Chester ever gave him into the inferno. Al stood there and smelled the burning leather of that aid title and closed his eyes. An evil grin came across his face as he loved the site that he was burning his TEW legacy, a legacy that Patrick Jones never accomplished.
Al signaled Wayne away with the tractor and walked over to the next burning barrel. Next to it was at least 10 bags full of gifts and letters. Al stood there and looked straight ahead.
When I came back home I found more trash to remind me of something I am not anymore. You see all of this stuff is from you the fans of professional wrestling. All of this stuff is get well wishes gifts to cheer me up emotional and motivational poems that out of the kindness of your hearts you sent to me to ensure I wouldn’t give up. It’s hard to believe but I actually read through all of this shit and opened all of the presents. Most of the gifts were underwear from hot ladies that I wouldn’t give the time of day too, and some of it was fucking gay ass teddy bears with motivational words on their asses or stomachs.
At first I was moved by this. But that was before I realized that this was just a ply for you people to continue to latch on to me so you could live out your pathetic lives thinking through me. No longer are you fuckers allowed to live through me. You are no longer allowed to think that you are a part of Al Envy’s life and whatever I go through you go through the same. No longer am I going to go make trips to greet dying kids giving them one last look at greatness before they kick the bucket. You people used me just like United did. You assholes used me like TEW did and Chester did. I am not being used anymore. So consider this the end of our relationship NEW Universe, and allow me to show you what I think about all of your well wishes.
Al threw each bag of get well cards and gifts, most of them actually handmade by the fans into the barrels filled with fire. After the last bag Al dusted his hands off and after he ensured the shit was burned into dust Wayne put the fires out with a fire extinguisher.
Joining the Styles Mafia is a fresh start for me. Now I can focus on what really matters and that is me and me alone, and my quest to become the greatest and most dominant NEW Trans-Atlantic Champion of all time. You see I see it this way. I consider myself the top guy in this company because of people like Inkt and Colt holding the NEW World Championship. Those two are mockery champions jokes that tarnish the legacy of that title that me and Johnny Stylez worked so hard to make it the top prize in this business. In my eyes the TA Championship is the top prize in this business.
Al produces the TA title from the driver’s seat of the tractor.
This is the only thing that matters to me now, this and the Styles Mafia. I will be damned if I allow some noob TEW reject named Patrick Jones to take this away from me. I will be damned if I allow some emotional weak wreck named Scarlet Styles to take away my title. No one in this fucking company outside the Styles Mafia have the talent, balls or passion to take this away from. No one!! I am the man!! I am the got damn Show Stealer of Professional Wrestling!! I am the face of this company. And Patrick Jones you will be the first to find out that I am just simply…
Betterthanu……….
Much like TEW Patrick at the fifth anniversary show you will go up in flames thanks to the greatest Trans-Atlantic Champion of all time. You will be put down and I promise you no matter what you try to do you aren’t getting the fuck back up. I am personally going to end your final attempt at being relevant in this business.
Then I will take care of Miss Scarlet, and trust me sweetheart you have no idea what is going to hit you.
Al walks away as the black smoke from the burning barrels fills the area with smoke ending this presentation