Jody's Dead? (1407 Words Of Death)
Jun 29, 2024 23:24:13 GMT -5
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Post by Jody Madrox on Jun 29, 2024 23:24:13 GMT -5
Here’s the deal, Evo is coming soon. I know i have to deal with a man who everyone seems to be afraid of, he makes IT the clown look like freakin ET. He makes all the clown shake in they boots like if they are going to be the ones who finna die off before the credits rolls at the end of a horror movie. You see, all that is missing is me untwisting the wish with Calypso to secure me a victory against this clown.
But, since it will take place in a wrestling ring, and not on pavement with death vehicles in the mix, this will be something bloody and violent to where the adverts would want AW to never air the match in it’s entirety. I mean, I know CBS would never want to see something to mess with they adverts dough, but who says that i give a damn about that shit?
Those suits can suck it for all that dollar for all I care, I am a man on a mission to take what is mines. I already got myself the Pure Cup, and now i can take back that Omega title. I never thought i’d survive the Pure Cup at all, but now here I am, dealing with a greater challenge of epic proportions. I’ve dealt with big, small, and medium sized opps in my wrestling thing, and now I have to deal with a clown named Sicko. The same one who they tried to pair me up against prior to me holding that belt before I lost it. I heard in the locker room that they were giving him victims to harm to get to the belt, and not me.
At first, I was glad I lost the belt and didn’t have to waste my energy with a clown, but now, it comes a full circle where last Clash I paired up with Jessie to take him and Niobe down, to where now we have to deal with one another in a no holds barred match. Sicko, you might be a tough mean sob, who puts everyone in the locker room in fear, but to me you aren’t nothing more than failed clown who couldn’t even get John Wayne Gacy to co-conspire to murk those opps in his way. You couldn’t even ride the Sweet Tooth mobile where you would severe onto a ditch to where you’d somehow survive out of nowhere.
Since you like to play mind games, and use terms to be all cryptic, i say bring that on. Use those games, and try to break me into submission. Make me prove my worth as the Pure Cup winner, because I know that tag match wasn’t exactly a show down between us. The ladies had more of the vibes, then us combined and not because of they tits and azzes n shit, but fuck all that shit. I want you to be able to stand your ground as the Omega Champion, because I will rock that clownin foundation harder than magnets in an ICP song, because if they couldn’t figure how they work what makes you think you’d be able to figure that out now?
Oh yeah, you're right that I never put up a fight like you as a Omega Champion. You might be that so-called monster in the division, you can claim that end for all I care. To me, you might be a monster but you aint no monster to me, the bigger they are the harder they fuckin fall off.
You gon fall off one of these days…
It might not be in Evo…
It might not even be on a random Clash…
Unlike you Sicko, you feel the need to flex your superiority as the champion. To me, I don't give a shit about that belt now, because now I want to kill you in that ring. I want to kill that inner so so psychoness you possess, shit i would even paint my face in your blood if I wanted to go there, you see you aren’t just dealin with a ghetto titty sippin, no hoe name callin, indifference babyfacin, son of a bitch… oh no, you dealin with a killer in the ring who will not stop carin about the rules and regulations under the duress of taste and fairness.
If I wanted to “Party and Bullshit” then why the fuck did you see me even bother wastin my time in the Pure Cup that you demean not even worthy of time? Why didn't you count the time I wanted to commit the self deletion shit over a loss of a loved one?.... So fuck your stance on that Nas shit, if you think my words are garabge then god bless that clownin ass face of yours, because I promise you that this is beyond what my words can do do for me against you.
I'm sorry if i'm not a monster like you…
I'm sorry if me bringing up “racial discrimination” is my own crutch…
I'm sorry if im not going to be the so-called “main eventer” who needs to feel validated to be a monster…
Also, i'm sorry for….
Wait a second, I'm not sorry for the damn thing I've done in this company. Hell, i'm not sorry for pretending to be all ass kissing over crumbs they want to feed me, I don't need them just like how they don’t need me in the picture Sicko. I can be replaced like a paper champion like you can be, because all they care about is the bottom dollar, fuck the person who carry the divison.
I want you to realize that me and you are on the same path to inevitability, to be passed along like an old toy for a brand new shiny one; but this won’t be no Toy Story with a happy end for the one of us. It’s going to be a Toy Gory where one has to suffer the end of one’s path to sanity.
Maybe, my sanity ended long ago when I lost the Omega belt, and gained a Pure Cup in my possession, and that cup doesn't fulfill me as killing you Sicko would even be a thing for me to do. You see, when you talk, I want to break your vocal cords and have you realize what it means to be a “street prophet” to the voiceless.
Oh wait, I take that back… you don’t know anything about that..you can be in that ignorant mindset that you know what is to know about a man like me. Guess I have no shot in hell in being able to stop a monster like you!
Ah fuck that, like I said before the omega belt isn’t on my mind. It’s like what you said about me forgetting a black woman’s name…. What Omega title?... Who is the one dick riding a division of inevitable obscurity within the next six months from now?...
Questions that only that “monster” like you can answer Sicko!
So I want you to remember this, you can break me, tear me limb from limb, and do whatever your wicked clown heart desires to keep that belt on you. But understand that I am not shackled but what is right or wrong anymore. The Pure Cup had opened me to another side of me that’s been dormant for a long time. You Sicko will taste that side of me, and it’s not going to be for you to not witness too.
By the time the bell rings for the final time…
There might be a new “Sicko!” running around here as you lay face down in your own broken bones and blood…
So Sicko, consider this as me accepting me into a battle where neither of us will come out of SoFi Stadium alive, because I know for me this is beyond me facing you for your title, this me wanting to cut the head off the devil and throw it to the suits who don’t give a fuck about me.
Consider this me putting a sacrifice of myself and my dignity, which i don’t have much else to lose against a man like you. Belt or not, I will make sure to put the end of the monster like you back into those Grimms Fairy Tales where you belong.
Death To Sicko......
Death To Jody......
DEATH TO—-
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