Post by Claire Hawkins on Oct 3, 2021 13:49:06 GMT -5
"Action Wrestling...."
"Wouldn't you agree that it is a terrible state of affairs when one person must be pushed to the brink in order for others, who don't put in nearly the effort, to grow and flourish? Is it not sad to bear witness to the unparalleled demise of those with so much potential?"
"Isn't it sad to Damien Kaine once again fail to achieve the success that he should have already gained by now?"
"That's right, Damian, I'm beginning this little bit with an opening salvo aimed in your direction. Which isn't normally my typical way of doing things, I know. However, I cannot stand the fact that so many simplistic assholes took to the Twitter pages with that silly little hashtag of "Not My Guardian" when you were never really one, to begin with. You were a parasite that little Miss Blue took pity on; nothing more."
"Does that have anything to do with the main event clash in Indianapolis this Monday Night?"
"Absolutely not. I just wanted to make it clear to you just where EXACTLY I continue to stand on the subject."
"That being said, it does give a little insight into this perpetual inability you possess to really achieve anything long-term or meaningful. Tell me, Damian, just what do you feel has been your biggest weakness in that regard? The lacking of any desire to compete? The unwillingness to partake in the rigorous travel needed to grow both your brand and the brand of whichever company you have the pleasure of being hired to? Perhaps it is just a sheer lack of interest and your love for the sport flickers out faster than you can keep it burning?"
"Me?"
"I think it has something to do with this asinine idea that you, for reasons beyond me, have this unfounded sense that you're better than you actually are. Sure you managed to do a number of impressive things before Blue pulled your ass from the garbage pile of mediocrity, but that has never translated into anything significant. Take your most recent return for instance; you came back, instigated some altercation that ended up with a big win at Evolution. Yet, and more importantly, you couldn't carry that momentum and fervor into any of the other matches following that bout. Ture, you managed to claw your way into the All-in ladder match, but beyond that, there really hasn't been anything from you that anyone should be caring for or about."
"I suppose, you still have that nostalgia act from Evolution season but the feel-good moment ran out faster than my patience for this continued bullshit you keep trying to peddle."
"Go home, Damian, enjoy your time with your family while you still have the ability to choose. Cause once I'm done dealing with you that choice with be forever taken away."
"just ask Bull."
"Miss Hawkins, are you sure you're alright?"
Opening her eyes, the raven-haired woman in question stared upwards at the warehouse ceiling as pain reverberated throughout her body. Some of her peers within Action Wrestling might think it nothing, but the fact was that the woman that they so had so readily ostracized was consistently pushing the limits that her pale frame could handle. The brutality witnessed by the Action Wrestling fandom on Monday Night Clash were only but moments in time where the pain was greatly dulled by the adrenaline of competing in a sold-out arena. CVO and Corey Bull would always be fierce and unrelenting in their in-ring style, but it was the excessive training that she partook in afterward that compounded into deep soreness and pain. However, despite the mounting pain, she found that she couldn't stop; wouldn't stop; in her efforts to improve her in-ring ability.
That's all people cared about, right?
Meaning, this was a painful daily occurrence. Oh, joy.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Now hurry up and reset already. The damn drills ain't going to run themselves."
With a concerted effort, Claire pulled herself from the canvas in a manner that did the least amount of agitation to her screaming ribs. Which, as one might expect, didn't exactly work out to plan as an aggravated groan escaped her. Concerned etched on his face, her training partner quickly made his way over to help; only to be waived off.
"I said that I'm fine."
"Yes, bu-"
"I'm fucking FINE."
With a look that could boil lead, the crimson eyes of Action Wrestling's resident witch bored into the poor fool that had agreed to all of this. The fool, an aspiring wrestler local to the Indianapolis area, could only do as she said. After all, he was getting paid fairly well for simply doing what he had done in school. The only difference was that he was the one being paid and not the paying. Even so, he couldn't very well leave things as they were; he was a good boy deep down and he couldn't ignore somebody in obvious pain.
Clearly, he did not know with whom he was dealing.
Ignoring the command to reset position, the naive lad once more attempted to offer any aid he could as Claire stood hunched over with her hands upon her knees. Needless to say, that was very much the wrong action to take as the already testy patience of the volatile woman ran out; causing her t roughly shove the hired hand aside with enough force that it was both surprising and to knock him flat on his ass. He was a fairly small fella, after all; five ten and only one hundred and sixty pounds soaking wet. However, it was the ensuing tirade that truly caught him by surprise.
"Are you fucking kidding me right now? I told you I was fucking fine and to reset, but you fucking ignore me! Are you fucking shitting me? I know that I'm just a GOD damn paycheck to you, but would it fucking kill you to listen? Like......fuck!"
"I-uh-I'm sorry ma'am. I-it won't happen again. I swear."
"Damn right it won't! Cause I don't have any use for somebody that can't even fucking LISTEN!"
"I.....I.....I....:"
"I don't give a fuck! Keep your bloody excuses and get the hell ou-"
"That's enough."
"Believe it or not, that brings me to you mist Johnathon Black."
"Actually no....."
"I admit to spending more time out within the gentle embrace of nature and not always keeping on top of just who or what is taking place in Action Wrestling, but you might as well be nonexistent to me. That isn't some sad attempt to get under your skin or get one mad roast upon you. I just genuinely have no idea who you are outside of that silly little mask and that you were also in the All-in ladder match alongside Kaine; mainly thanks to Miss Park I suspect."
"Then again, that has pretty much been your state of existence hasn't it?"
"Never striving to rise above the middle of the pack, you've kept your helmeted head down and have done nothing to draw attention to yourself. Granted you have attempted to stand out several times with those odd little raps, but ultimately they were average at best. Which, as you might expect, makes it pretty simple to understand just why I haven't heard of you nor really cared to listen to anything about you. You're a body. A punching bag for others to repeatedly beat into submission while you cower in the fucking cower and say that it doesn't bother; that your inability to dig any deeper beyond the shallow depths."
"How does it feel, John, to have someone only peer at the outer surface of just you really fucking are?"
"How does it feel to be judged so superficially that it isn't even worth the effort to speak these words?"
"How does it feel knowing that there isn't any paying attention despite just how hard you work?"
"It fucking sucks doesn't it. Maybe I should be like every other wrestler and throw in some shitty pop culture references just to spice things up? It did wonders for CVO when she threw everything she had at me only to end up coming short, again. SO tell me, Johnny, are you going to finally step up and show the entire fucking world what you should have shown them ages ago? Are you going to rise up from the cesspool of everyday mediocrity you've been content in wallowing in or are you going to step the fuck up and bring the dauntless fool that somehow clawed his way into that ladder match?"
"Cause the way I see it, if you don't you'll only end up being the one swallowing the bitter taste of defeat. We all know by now, that it's FAR better to be one of the two not pinned in a fatal four-way match than it is to be the poor sod that IS. That said, don't think for a second that I am going to be content on just sitting back while the rest of the group competes. That's not who I am."
"I'm a competitor!"
"I'm a wrestler!"
"I am a woman that will not be denied!"
Like a knife slicing through melted butter, an eerily calm and relaxed voice cut through the mounting energy that Claire's explosive temper had been generating; which was something she didn't like. Swiveling around to unleash her venomous rage onto the asshole that had been dumb enough to interrupt her, Claire's mouth clamped shut as she immediately recognized just who the fuck it was. It had only been a few weeks, but the unruly bastard that had abandoned her was now barging his way back into her business!
Matt Draven.....
FUCK. HIM.
Ignoring the divisively enraged look upon her face, Matt crossed the minimal distance between the door of the warehouse and the ring the had been set up and rolled into the ring as if he belonged there the entire time. Popping to his feet, he helped the poor Indianapolis native up to his feet and gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
"What's your name, kid?"
"C-Cole. ColeHarms, sir."
"Well, Cole, how about you go take a break while I talk down this natural disaster waiting to happen. Sound good, yeah?"
With a nod that seemed more reflexive than anything else, Cole (the poor fool) quickly scampered out of the ring. Leaving the two alone in the ring. Something which Claire REALLY did not appreciate.
"The fuck do you want, Matt? Weren't you the one that called me obsessed and then left me high and dry heading into my match against CVO? Weren't you the one that essentially told me to go fuck myself and that it didn't fucking matter how much I tried?"
"Claire..."
"Are you here to mock me some more, hm? Gonna tell me I'm a total piece of shit this time before you just up and fucking leave again? Well, what say you?"
"Yeah, I know it was harsh to leave ya like that. I'm sorry 'bout that. However, you can't deny that you've been pushing yourself harder than you have before and that's just something I can't let slip by. We might not be blood, but we're family Spoopy-boo; an' you're stuck with me whether you like it or not."
"So fucking what? I'm pretty sure you had enough of that shit several weeks ago."
"Yeah, I did. But I also didn't know why you were doin' the things you were. So, as a very concerned friend with a spare key to your house, I went and did a bit of diggin' and I gotta sa-"
"YOU. DID. WHAT?"
Stepping forward and into his face, Claire fixed him with quite the dour look. However, instead of speaking, Matt simply pulled a small stack of envelopes from his jacket pocket. Causing those crimson eyes to widen in surprise.
"Let's get to work, yeah?"
"Last, but certainly never least, we have you mister Phoenix."
"Despair!"
"Despair!"
"Despair!"
"Des-blah blah blah blah!"
"Enough with perpetually trying to fit the idea of despair into every single conversation that you have. I can appreciate the dedication and want to deliver the best that you can, but there is a fine line between having a purpose for that idea and just regurgitating it every time a camera starts recording. It's gotten to the point that YOU can't even take yourself seriously whenever you mention despair. Cause you know full well that you have become the equivalent of a sleazy Televangelist trying to sell us the good word of despair for the low fucking price of a couple of hundred dollars. I shouldn't have to tell you just how sad it is to see such a talented and dedicated wretch such as yourself fall to such a point, but it truly is pathetic."
"Which is really quite the shame, really."
"For you had been doing so very well before it had become just another monotonous piece of drivel that any hack could pick up and parrot. CJ, you were a fixture on Cruiserclash that delivered his opponents the cold chaos of despair that it was almost magical. However, your ego clearly became far too large when you jumped brands to challenge Spencer Adams for the Hardcore Championship. Which you won, but anyone with eyes could see that it wasn't the Adams of old; the man that was THE man to beat regardless of who you were. No, what you got was the precursor to the halfhearted fool that would willingly lay down for the person he personally endorsed. Which might be why that vulture DUne decided to target him."
"Nonetheless; this isn't about Spencer nor my personal bias towards him."
"This is about you and how you will ultimately end up being the one tasting the bitterness of despair.......or not. Personally, the notion of despair isn't something that I allow myself to succumb to. If anything, I have proven on multiple occasions that it becomes the fuel that I wholeheartedly add to the hellfires of competition the burn within my black heart. Yes, you can poke and prod about how the Television Championship has defined me over the years or that it had become what miss Hastenings claimed it to be in a safety blanket. Yet, you cannot deny that I have done things that not even YOU could have hoped in accomplishing or will ever accomplish again; repeated losses to Johnny Baccus sound familiar?"
"You need to understand that is match isn't just about being in the main event of a promotion that I've dedicated years of my life to or about spewing senseless drivel about you or the other two. No, to me this match is far bigger and far more important for the future of not only my career but everyone else as well. So you can bet your fascination with the ideology of "Despair" that I am going to be fighting harder than I did against either CVO or Bull; that I am truly willing to put my life on the life if it means that I can finally advance to that next step within this sport that I fucking love."
"Therefore fellas, you just have to deal with the unavoidable fact that I am going into Indianapolis with every intention of walking out the victor. I'm going to scratch, claw, spit, and hit with more force and tenacity than any of you have experienced before. I'm going to do more than deliver painful reminders as to why I am the only person in Action Wrestling history to become a four-time Television Champion; why I single-handedly revived that division despite none three ever truly possessing the balls to truly compete in it. I'll show you just how ineffective your shallow insults are and just fiercely dedicated to both this sport and this company I really fucking am!"
"I WILL fight each and every one of you until my dying breath."
"I WILL drag the three of you to your utmost limits and I WILL force you beyond them."
"I WILL do whatever it takes to emerge victorious as I continue what none of you dare to; climb to the summit of Action Wrestling!"
"All you have to do is Quoth the Witch...........forever fucking more."
"Wouldn't you agree that it is a terrible state of affairs when one person must be pushed to the brink in order for others, who don't put in nearly the effort, to grow and flourish? Is it not sad to bear witness to the unparalleled demise of those with so much potential?"
"Isn't it sad to Damien Kaine once again fail to achieve the success that he should have already gained by now?"
"That's right, Damian, I'm beginning this little bit with an opening salvo aimed in your direction. Which isn't normally my typical way of doing things, I know. However, I cannot stand the fact that so many simplistic assholes took to the Twitter pages with that silly little hashtag of "Not My Guardian" when you were never really one, to begin with. You were a parasite that little Miss Blue took pity on; nothing more."
"Does that have anything to do with the main event clash in Indianapolis this Monday Night?"
"Absolutely not. I just wanted to make it clear to you just where EXACTLY I continue to stand on the subject."
"That being said, it does give a little insight into this perpetual inability you possess to really achieve anything long-term or meaningful. Tell me, Damian, just what do you feel has been your biggest weakness in that regard? The lacking of any desire to compete? The unwillingness to partake in the rigorous travel needed to grow both your brand and the brand of whichever company you have the pleasure of being hired to? Perhaps it is just a sheer lack of interest and your love for the sport flickers out faster than you can keep it burning?"
"Me?"
"I think it has something to do with this asinine idea that you, for reasons beyond me, have this unfounded sense that you're better than you actually are. Sure you managed to do a number of impressive things before Blue pulled your ass from the garbage pile of mediocrity, but that has never translated into anything significant. Take your most recent return for instance; you came back, instigated some altercation that ended up with a big win at Evolution. Yet, and more importantly, you couldn't carry that momentum and fervor into any of the other matches following that bout. Ture, you managed to claw your way into the All-in ladder match, but beyond that, there really hasn't been anything from you that anyone should be caring for or about."
"I suppose, you still have that nostalgia act from Evolution season but the feel-good moment ran out faster than my patience for this continued bullshit you keep trying to peddle."
"Go home, Damian, enjoy your time with your family while you still have the ability to choose. Cause once I'm done dealing with you that choice with be forever taken away."
"just ask Bull."
"Miss Hawkins, are you sure you're alright?"
Opening her eyes, the raven-haired woman in question stared upwards at the warehouse ceiling as pain reverberated throughout her body. Some of her peers within Action Wrestling might think it nothing, but the fact was that the woman that they so had so readily ostracized was consistently pushing the limits that her pale frame could handle. The brutality witnessed by the Action Wrestling fandom on Monday Night Clash were only but moments in time where the pain was greatly dulled by the adrenaline of competing in a sold-out arena. CVO and Corey Bull would always be fierce and unrelenting in their in-ring style, but it was the excessive training that she partook in afterward that compounded into deep soreness and pain. However, despite the mounting pain, she found that she couldn't stop; wouldn't stop; in her efforts to improve her in-ring ability.
That's all people cared about, right?
Meaning, this was a painful daily occurrence. Oh, joy.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Now hurry up and reset already. The damn drills ain't going to run themselves."
With a concerted effort, Claire pulled herself from the canvas in a manner that did the least amount of agitation to her screaming ribs. Which, as one might expect, didn't exactly work out to plan as an aggravated groan escaped her. Concerned etched on his face, her training partner quickly made his way over to help; only to be waived off.
"I said that I'm fine."
"Yes, bu-"
"I'm fucking FINE."
With a look that could boil lead, the crimson eyes of Action Wrestling's resident witch bored into the poor fool that had agreed to all of this. The fool, an aspiring wrestler local to the Indianapolis area, could only do as she said. After all, he was getting paid fairly well for simply doing what he had done in school. The only difference was that he was the one being paid and not the paying. Even so, he couldn't very well leave things as they were; he was a good boy deep down and he couldn't ignore somebody in obvious pain.
Clearly, he did not know with whom he was dealing.
Ignoring the command to reset position, the naive lad once more attempted to offer any aid he could as Claire stood hunched over with her hands upon her knees. Needless to say, that was very much the wrong action to take as the already testy patience of the volatile woman ran out; causing her t roughly shove the hired hand aside with enough force that it was both surprising and to knock him flat on his ass. He was a fairly small fella, after all; five ten and only one hundred and sixty pounds soaking wet. However, it was the ensuing tirade that truly caught him by surprise.
"Are you fucking kidding me right now? I told you I was fucking fine and to reset, but you fucking ignore me! Are you fucking shitting me? I know that I'm just a GOD damn paycheck to you, but would it fucking kill you to listen? Like......fuck!"
"I-uh-I'm sorry ma'am. I-it won't happen again. I swear."
"Damn right it won't! Cause I don't have any use for somebody that can't even fucking LISTEN!"
"I.....I.....I....:"
"I don't give a fuck! Keep your bloody excuses and get the hell ou-"
"That's enough."
"Believe it or not, that brings me to you mist Johnathon Black."
"Actually no....."
"I admit to spending more time out within the gentle embrace of nature and not always keeping on top of just who or what is taking place in Action Wrestling, but you might as well be nonexistent to me. That isn't some sad attempt to get under your skin or get one mad roast upon you. I just genuinely have no idea who you are outside of that silly little mask and that you were also in the All-in ladder match alongside Kaine; mainly thanks to Miss Park I suspect."
"Then again, that has pretty much been your state of existence hasn't it?"
"Never striving to rise above the middle of the pack, you've kept your helmeted head down and have done nothing to draw attention to yourself. Granted you have attempted to stand out several times with those odd little raps, but ultimately they were average at best. Which, as you might expect, makes it pretty simple to understand just why I haven't heard of you nor really cared to listen to anything about you. You're a body. A punching bag for others to repeatedly beat into submission while you cower in the fucking cower and say that it doesn't bother; that your inability to dig any deeper beyond the shallow depths."
"How does it feel, John, to have someone only peer at the outer surface of just you really fucking are?"
"How does it feel to be judged so superficially that it isn't even worth the effort to speak these words?"
"How does it feel knowing that there isn't any paying attention despite just how hard you work?"
"It fucking sucks doesn't it. Maybe I should be like every other wrestler and throw in some shitty pop culture references just to spice things up? It did wonders for CVO when she threw everything she had at me only to end up coming short, again. SO tell me, Johnny, are you going to finally step up and show the entire fucking world what you should have shown them ages ago? Are you going to rise up from the cesspool of everyday mediocrity you've been content in wallowing in or are you going to step the fuck up and bring the dauntless fool that somehow clawed his way into that ladder match?"
"Cause the way I see it, if you don't you'll only end up being the one swallowing the bitter taste of defeat. We all know by now, that it's FAR better to be one of the two not pinned in a fatal four-way match than it is to be the poor sod that IS. That said, don't think for a second that I am going to be content on just sitting back while the rest of the group competes. That's not who I am."
"I'm a competitor!"
"I'm a wrestler!"
"I am a woman that will not be denied!"
Like a knife slicing through melted butter, an eerily calm and relaxed voice cut through the mounting energy that Claire's explosive temper had been generating; which was something she didn't like. Swiveling around to unleash her venomous rage onto the asshole that had been dumb enough to interrupt her, Claire's mouth clamped shut as she immediately recognized just who the fuck it was. It had only been a few weeks, but the unruly bastard that had abandoned her was now barging his way back into her business!
Matt Draven.....
FUCK. HIM.
Ignoring the divisively enraged look upon her face, Matt crossed the minimal distance between the door of the warehouse and the ring the had been set up and rolled into the ring as if he belonged there the entire time. Popping to his feet, he helped the poor Indianapolis native up to his feet and gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
"What's your name, kid?"
"C-Cole. ColeHarms, sir."
"Well, Cole, how about you go take a break while I talk down this natural disaster waiting to happen. Sound good, yeah?"
With a nod that seemed more reflexive than anything else, Cole (the poor fool) quickly scampered out of the ring. Leaving the two alone in the ring. Something which Claire REALLY did not appreciate.
"The fuck do you want, Matt? Weren't you the one that called me obsessed and then left me high and dry heading into my match against CVO? Weren't you the one that essentially told me to go fuck myself and that it didn't fucking matter how much I tried?"
"Claire..."
"Are you here to mock me some more, hm? Gonna tell me I'm a total piece of shit this time before you just up and fucking leave again? Well, what say you?"
"Yeah, I know it was harsh to leave ya like that. I'm sorry 'bout that. However, you can't deny that you've been pushing yourself harder than you have before and that's just something I can't let slip by. We might not be blood, but we're family Spoopy-boo; an' you're stuck with me whether you like it or not."
"So fucking what? I'm pretty sure you had enough of that shit several weeks ago."
"Yeah, I did. But I also didn't know why you were doin' the things you were. So, as a very concerned friend with a spare key to your house, I went and did a bit of diggin' and I gotta sa-"
"YOU. DID. WHAT?"
Stepping forward and into his face, Claire fixed him with quite the dour look. However, instead of speaking, Matt simply pulled a small stack of envelopes from his jacket pocket. Causing those crimson eyes to widen in surprise.
"Let's get to work, yeah?"
"Last, but certainly never least, we have you mister Phoenix."
"Despair!"
"Despair!"
"Despair!"
"Des-blah blah blah blah!"
"Enough with perpetually trying to fit the idea of despair into every single conversation that you have. I can appreciate the dedication and want to deliver the best that you can, but there is a fine line between having a purpose for that idea and just regurgitating it every time a camera starts recording. It's gotten to the point that YOU can't even take yourself seriously whenever you mention despair. Cause you know full well that you have become the equivalent of a sleazy Televangelist trying to sell us the good word of despair for the low fucking price of a couple of hundred dollars. I shouldn't have to tell you just how sad it is to see such a talented and dedicated wretch such as yourself fall to such a point, but it truly is pathetic."
"Which is really quite the shame, really."
"For you had been doing so very well before it had become just another monotonous piece of drivel that any hack could pick up and parrot. CJ, you were a fixture on Cruiserclash that delivered his opponents the cold chaos of despair that it was almost magical. However, your ego clearly became far too large when you jumped brands to challenge Spencer Adams for the Hardcore Championship. Which you won, but anyone with eyes could see that it wasn't the Adams of old; the man that was THE man to beat regardless of who you were. No, what you got was the precursor to the halfhearted fool that would willingly lay down for the person he personally endorsed. Which might be why that vulture DUne decided to target him."
"Nonetheless; this isn't about Spencer nor my personal bias towards him."
"This is about you and how you will ultimately end up being the one tasting the bitterness of despair.......or not. Personally, the notion of despair isn't something that I allow myself to succumb to. If anything, I have proven on multiple occasions that it becomes the fuel that I wholeheartedly add to the hellfires of competition the burn within my black heart. Yes, you can poke and prod about how the Television Championship has defined me over the years or that it had become what miss Hastenings claimed it to be in a safety blanket. Yet, you cannot deny that I have done things that not even YOU could have hoped in accomplishing or will ever accomplish again; repeated losses to Johnny Baccus sound familiar?"
"You need to understand that is match isn't just about being in the main event of a promotion that I've dedicated years of my life to or about spewing senseless drivel about you or the other two. No, to me this match is far bigger and far more important for the future of not only my career but everyone else as well. So you can bet your fascination with the ideology of "Despair" that I am going to be fighting harder than I did against either CVO or Bull; that I am truly willing to put my life on the life if it means that I can finally advance to that next step within this sport that I fucking love."
"Therefore fellas, you just have to deal with the unavoidable fact that I am going into Indianapolis with every intention of walking out the victor. I'm going to scratch, claw, spit, and hit with more force and tenacity than any of you have experienced before. I'm going to do more than deliver painful reminders as to why I am the only person in Action Wrestling history to become a four-time Television Champion; why I single-handedly revived that division despite none three ever truly possessing the balls to truly compete in it. I'll show you just how ineffective your shallow insults are and just fiercely dedicated to both this sport and this company I really fucking am!"
"I WILL fight each and every one of you until my dying breath."
"I WILL drag the three of you to your utmost limits and I WILL force you beyond them."
"I WILL do whatever it takes to emerge victorious as I continue what none of you dare to; climb to the summit of Action Wrestling!"
"All you have to do is Quoth the Witch...........forever fucking more."
((This isn't something that I consider to be a part of the rp, but I will keep it below cap to be on the safe sie. So please bear with me here.
If you have willingly subjected yourself to reading this mess of an rp or any other my rps then I would like to sincerely thank you. For the last several years it has felt like there has been little interest or an outright refusal to even acknowledge my existence as a writer here. Every time I've ever blown up in messenger chat or DMs it has been largely due to feeling like I was the perpetual outsider looking in, that I'd never be a part clique-based environment that I had perceived AW in becoming. The plethora of self-imposed negativity has been a tremendous weight upon those of you that I have worked with and I just want you to know just how truly sorry I am for that. Recently I have been making more of a concentrated effort in improving my overall writing as well as the overall quality of interactions I have with you all. I know this paragraph is all over the place, but I'm doing my best to be better so that I can be an Action Wrestling member you can be
So thank you for sticking with me and know that appreciation knows no limits for you nerdy lot.
Thank you.))