Post by Wade Moor on Jan 13, 2019 21:26:19 GMT -5
Keep you in the dark
You know they all pretend
Keep you in the dark
And so it all began
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“I’ve said it before, but you know I’ll say it again; every year is Wade Moor’s year. 2018, 2019, it doesn’t matter. Kyle Kemp learned that the hard way last week when I laced him up for the three count. In fact, he knew he couldn’t beat me so he didn’t even try. That’s the kind of power a real main event talent in Action Wrestling holds, that’s Gawdnilla dominating his dominion as he always has and always will. Being able to shut that #fakefriend Kyle Kemp the hell up was just an added bonus in a long line of added bonuses when your name is Wade Moor.
“This week, I face yet another uninspired opponent in San Kidsgrove. ‘The man of a million faces’ yet not one of them is interesting. He can’t decide if one week he wants to be a singles star or just another lackey under The Guardians banner. He’ll probably find some way to blame it on me, #fightsmart, #beachkrew, or something similar. How were ‘holding down the talent’, but the simple fact of the matter is: we’re just better than you. You might not want to believe or be flat out unable to, but if you search within yourself instead of projecting your abject failures outwards, you’ll come to the exact same conclusion.
“There’s no passing the buck on this one Kidsgrove, your failures are your own. You’re not a product of your surroundings. Hell, you had a pretty good run on TV, in movies, and now you have a new Netflix deal to shoulder the burden while your wrestling career flops harder than that gritty reboot of Forrest Gump. I mean, it’s a story about an autistic southern boy whose mom is Munchausen by proxy or some shit, how much darker can it get? But that’s besides the point. I don’t have time to talk about your cinematic failures right now, I’ll save that for part two. No, right now it’s all about your sloppy in ring performances, for which I have countless examples to pull from.
“Should we stick to Action Wrestling? I feel like if I brought UCI up you’d - like the rest of the whiney UCI alumni that plague these halls - get one of your sad boi boners and talk about the ‘glory days’ of when there was actually no real competition, that stakes weren’t high, and The Guardians just circle jerked each other in the main event. Name one World Champion in UCI who wasn’t a Guardian, or at least closely associated with them? It was like the #beachkrew of UCI, minus the actual talent or bravado.
“Where do I even start, Sam? How about your pitiful, lackluster reign as United States Champion? Sure, you pinned TFK who even I’ll admit was on one hell of a hot streak...but the fire was dying down and he was undoubtedly on his last leg as champion anyways. You took advantage of a weakened, tired man and captured the United States Championship. Bravo, right? That’s what they say in the acting biz, right? You played your part as scrappy underdog for the month then turned around and lost that championship quick as fuck like your name was Sydney James Warwick. A pitiful display for a pitiful man like you Kidsgrove, but it’s just kind of what we’ve come to expect from you?”
Wade chuckles.
“I mean, it’s what your Guardian ‘family’ have come to expect as well, right? I may surround myself with what some people consider ‘scoundrels’ and ‘ne’er do wells’ but at least I can depend on them, you know? I know for a fact that when the shits going down, I can count on them to stand up to the occasion. I don’t even know if The Guardians can technically even count you as part of ‘the team’. I’m fairly certain I showed up to more Guardian meetings than you did and I wasn’t even in that whack ass crew. I just knew I was gonna get a slice of that Blueberry afterwards and that was incentive enough. But you, man? Where were you when the chips were down, brother? Off slagging it in Hollywood for some minor role in a straight-to-DVD? What a fucking disgrace.
“People like you - the crossovers - you’re the lowest of the low. Taking spots on the roster away from hard working young men and women because you got clout elsewhere and a built in fan base. You make me absolutely sick to my stomach. When I was breaking into the business, those who trained me used to tell me what I was up against. Division 1 athletes, movie stars, Internet celebrities...you name it, I had to outdo them with sheer talent, determination, and grit. They told me they would look down on me because I came from a slag heap in the middle of the Everglades...but none of that mattered to me, because deep down I knew I was better than they would ever be. I couldn’t rest on my laurels. I had to work ten times as hard as anyone else to make it in the wrestling business...and it shows.
“I’m a multi-time World Champion, Wrestler of the year, an incomparable list of accolades to back up my talent, yet you sit at the bottom of the ladder with a one month reign as United States Champion? Go fuck yourself, Kidsgrove, you ineffectual, effete, entitled, privileged fucking geek. This isn’t your business, it’s mine. Action Wrestling belongs to me and #beachkrew, not L Verez’s bottom feeding Guardians, and certainly not you. You’re about to find that out the hard way at Clash, my man, the hardest of the hard.
“You think because you have a win over Spencer Adams that you’re captain big shit now? Please, Spencer Adams is my bottom bunk fam, an appetizer to the main course - which just happens to be the entire Action Wrestling roster. This isn’t a fucking game to me, this is as real as it gets. Not just another acting role, please, I have one of those lined up with my man Guillermo Del Toro with the lead role in The Man in the Woods. I didn’t piggyback off a failed acting career to become a midcard Wrestler. I heralded a main event career thats still in its absolute prime to transition into a film career that’s only just begun. I get premium billing around these parts while you don’t even get a graphic on the programs for house shows. I’m sure that eats you up inside, but what should be getting to you is the fact that you just don’t work as hard as you should be. I’m the first one in the door every week and you’re the first one out. Can’t leave those execs at Netflix waiting, but Mirada makes time for me. That’s one difference between you and I, Sam. The rest is how I totally eclipse you talent wise inside the squared circle.
“I’m going to utterly destroy you, Kidsgrove, and after we’re done with #fightsmart? Trust me, The Guardians are next on my shit list. Ive had a bone to pick with them since the dawn of their existence. Bunch of lazy, good for nothings. Whining about absolutely every opportunity under the sun but possessing no gumption to actually work for it. People look down on #beachkrew because we’re ‘mean’ but don’t realize how positively we contribute to the company we’re employed by. Action Wrestlings merchandise sales? Up. Pay per view buy rates? Up. Coherent storylines with actual pay off? On the rise, my man.
“I shudder to think the state this company would be in if it weren’t for us. It puts knots in my stomach considering what I’ve bled into Action Wrestling so far and what I still have left to give. Can you say the same thing, Sam? Can you stand there and honestly say the same thing? I mean, think about it, my man. Actually think for once in your damn life, and while you’re at it? Ask yourself if you actually have a chance of winning this match come Monday Night, or if this is a match you really even want. It’s not too late. Call in sick, call in dead, I don’t give a fuck. Do whatever you have to do, because I’m sure there’s somebody on this active roster just hungry enough to take the spot you haven’t earned.
“If you don’t, just remember one thing; I gave you an out, man. I gave you an opportunity to lay your threadbare career to rest without the violent ass beating, but come Monday? It’s all over for you. This little ‘cream rising to the top’ story is about to be stopped dead in its tracks at my hand, that UNGAWDLY BROSEIDON PUNCH...and its gonna hurt too. They’ll have to mop you up off the canvas after it’s all said and done. At least you have your shitty film career to fall back on. I’ll put in a word with Guillermo, I’m sure we could use somebody extra in Kraft Catering. The pay will be shit but at least you’ll get paid in experience.”
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Send in your skeletons
Sing as their bones go marching in, again
The need you buried deep
The secrets that you keep are ever ready
Are you ready?
I'm finished making sense
Done pleading ignorance
That whole defense
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“Kind of a strange place for a production meeting, don’t you think?” A crisp voice with a slightly Hispanic accent asked.
Wade was standing in an empty arena after one of AW’s house shows, taking it all in, as Guillermo Del Toro approached him alone. He was carrying a black case, probably containing a script and a few jelly donuts. He stood outside the ring and held his hand up to Wade to shake it. Wade took his hand and gave him one firm hook before looking back out towards the arena.
“This is my conference room, Guillermo”, Wade replied, “I’m no Sam Kidsgrove sucker. This is where I’m comfortable, out here in this ring. Battle vest made of the finest Cthulu skin and thousands of cheering and jeering fans.”
“That’s actual Cthulu skin?” Guillermo asked, “Surely, you jest.”
Wade chuckles.
“Another story, another time”, Wade replied, “What can I do for you, Mr. Del Toro?”
Guillermo opened his case and shuffled through a stack of papers, pulling out one from the stack that read “FOR WILLIAM MOORS EYES ONLY”. He thumbed it out and handed it to Wade through the ropes, smiling slightly as he did.
“Just some contractual obligation stuff”, Guillermo replied, “Press junkets, etcetera, et al. Your script is in there too. That’s all too secret stuff, but I can assure you the writing team on this movie is top notch. Under my production and with your artistic vision, I’m sure this will land you and myself a litany of awards. Academy and the like.”
“That’s a given”, Wade interjected, “I’m no soft dandy like Kidsgrove. The only reason I took this role was because I could relate to the source material. It’s like it was pulled directly from my life. I figured it would be therapeutic to put it out there, albeit in cinematic fashion. It’s like I wrote it myself in a weird way.”
“If you did, then you have one of the greatest minds in Hollywood”, Guillermo added, “Unlike that wannabe jaybrone Sam Kidsgrove.”
“See, we’re on that same shit”, Wade said, “Kidsgrove is just another fake ass Hollywood B-star that just don’t know when to quit, ya feel me?”
“I definitely, I feel ya Wade”, Guillermo replied, “He isn’t fit to lick the bottom of my loafers let alone star in a movie with some class. Netflix ain’t shit and never will be shit. Disney about to kill them any-who-how, ya know? Original content? Pssshhh shiiiiiiiiit. Nothing original about Goosebumps 6, fuckin’ grittier gritty Transformers reboots and shit. That crust would take a starring role in a Beetleborgs spinoff iffin’ he had the opportunity. Sam Kidsgrove a real bottom feeder. A whack ass toady in a group of whack ass toadys. He’s not leading man material.”
“Took the words right out of my mouth”, Wade replied, “You sure you don’t have a microchip planted in my brain? It’s like we got the same guy writing for us or something.”
They shared a hearty laugh followed by a jelly donut toast to the destruction of the hairbrained Sam Kidsgrove.
“He isn’t leading man material, just like hell never be Worlds Champion material”, Wade added, “He’s looking at this match as a stepping stone to where he wants to be, but doesn’t realize he’s trying to climb the mountain. He’s ill prepared for what exactly is in store for him come Monday. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; this isn’t a game. Everything I do, I do it with purpose. He’s just another pretender in a long line of pretenders. An actor in the ‘fold’. The scripts out Sam, you fucking lose.”
“Go over that script and get back to me, Wade”, Guillermo interjected, “Production starts on location in the Florida Everglades next month...and it’s going to be glamorous, my friend.”
“The Everglades? Oh shit?” Wade asked.
“We found a premium location that’s perfect for the movie”, Guillermo replied as he walked away, “Some shit hole cabin in the middle of a swamp. It’s going to be primo, huey.”
As Guillermo paced up the ramp, Wade’s mind couldn’t help but wander. It couldn’t possibly be his childhood home he was talking about? What would the over-under on that shit be? Astronomically higher than Kidsgrove netting that W on Monday Night Clash, that’s for sure, but still fuck still fool.
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Spinning infinity, boy
The wheel is spinning me
It's never-ending, never-ending
Same old story
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You know they all pretend
Keep you in the dark
And so it all began
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“I’ve said it before, but you know I’ll say it again; every year is Wade Moor’s year. 2018, 2019, it doesn’t matter. Kyle Kemp learned that the hard way last week when I laced him up for the three count. In fact, he knew he couldn’t beat me so he didn’t even try. That’s the kind of power a real main event talent in Action Wrestling holds, that’s Gawdnilla dominating his dominion as he always has and always will. Being able to shut that #fakefriend Kyle Kemp the hell up was just an added bonus in a long line of added bonuses when your name is Wade Moor.
“This week, I face yet another uninspired opponent in San Kidsgrove. ‘The man of a million faces’ yet not one of them is interesting. He can’t decide if one week he wants to be a singles star or just another lackey under The Guardians banner. He’ll probably find some way to blame it on me, #fightsmart, #beachkrew, or something similar. How were ‘holding down the talent’, but the simple fact of the matter is: we’re just better than you. You might not want to believe or be flat out unable to, but if you search within yourself instead of projecting your abject failures outwards, you’ll come to the exact same conclusion.
“There’s no passing the buck on this one Kidsgrove, your failures are your own. You’re not a product of your surroundings. Hell, you had a pretty good run on TV, in movies, and now you have a new Netflix deal to shoulder the burden while your wrestling career flops harder than that gritty reboot of Forrest Gump. I mean, it’s a story about an autistic southern boy whose mom is Munchausen by proxy or some shit, how much darker can it get? But that’s besides the point. I don’t have time to talk about your cinematic failures right now, I’ll save that for part two. No, right now it’s all about your sloppy in ring performances, for which I have countless examples to pull from.
“Should we stick to Action Wrestling? I feel like if I brought UCI up you’d - like the rest of the whiney UCI alumni that plague these halls - get one of your sad boi boners and talk about the ‘glory days’ of when there was actually no real competition, that stakes weren’t high, and The Guardians just circle jerked each other in the main event. Name one World Champion in UCI who wasn’t a Guardian, or at least closely associated with them? It was like the #beachkrew of UCI, minus the actual talent or bravado.
“Where do I even start, Sam? How about your pitiful, lackluster reign as United States Champion? Sure, you pinned TFK who even I’ll admit was on one hell of a hot streak...but the fire was dying down and he was undoubtedly on his last leg as champion anyways. You took advantage of a weakened, tired man and captured the United States Championship. Bravo, right? That’s what they say in the acting biz, right? You played your part as scrappy underdog for the month then turned around and lost that championship quick as fuck like your name was Sydney James Warwick. A pitiful display for a pitiful man like you Kidsgrove, but it’s just kind of what we’ve come to expect from you?”
Wade chuckles.
“I mean, it’s what your Guardian ‘family’ have come to expect as well, right? I may surround myself with what some people consider ‘scoundrels’ and ‘ne’er do wells’ but at least I can depend on them, you know? I know for a fact that when the shits going down, I can count on them to stand up to the occasion. I don’t even know if The Guardians can technically even count you as part of ‘the team’. I’m fairly certain I showed up to more Guardian meetings than you did and I wasn’t even in that whack ass crew. I just knew I was gonna get a slice of that Blueberry afterwards and that was incentive enough. But you, man? Where were you when the chips were down, brother? Off slagging it in Hollywood for some minor role in a straight-to-DVD? What a fucking disgrace.
“People like you - the crossovers - you’re the lowest of the low. Taking spots on the roster away from hard working young men and women because you got clout elsewhere and a built in fan base. You make me absolutely sick to my stomach. When I was breaking into the business, those who trained me used to tell me what I was up against. Division 1 athletes, movie stars, Internet celebrities...you name it, I had to outdo them with sheer talent, determination, and grit. They told me they would look down on me because I came from a slag heap in the middle of the Everglades...but none of that mattered to me, because deep down I knew I was better than they would ever be. I couldn’t rest on my laurels. I had to work ten times as hard as anyone else to make it in the wrestling business...and it shows.
“I’m a multi-time World Champion, Wrestler of the year, an incomparable list of accolades to back up my talent, yet you sit at the bottom of the ladder with a one month reign as United States Champion? Go fuck yourself, Kidsgrove, you ineffectual, effete, entitled, privileged fucking geek. This isn’t your business, it’s mine. Action Wrestling belongs to me and #beachkrew, not L Verez’s bottom feeding Guardians, and certainly not you. You’re about to find that out the hard way at Clash, my man, the hardest of the hard.
“You think because you have a win over Spencer Adams that you’re captain big shit now? Please, Spencer Adams is my bottom bunk fam, an appetizer to the main course - which just happens to be the entire Action Wrestling roster. This isn’t a fucking game to me, this is as real as it gets. Not just another acting role, please, I have one of those lined up with my man Guillermo Del Toro with the lead role in The Man in the Woods. I didn’t piggyback off a failed acting career to become a midcard Wrestler. I heralded a main event career thats still in its absolute prime to transition into a film career that’s only just begun. I get premium billing around these parts while you don’t even get a graphic on the programs for house shows. I’m sure that eats you up inside, but what should be getting to you is the fact that you just don’t work as hard as you should be. I’m the first one in the door every week and you’re the first one out. Can’t leave those execs at Netflix waiting, but Mirada makes time for me. That’s one difference between you and I, Sam. The rest is how I totally eclipse you talent wise inside the squared circle.
“I’m going to utterly destroy you, Kidsgrove, and after we’re done with #fightsmart? Trust me, The Guardians are next on my shit list. Ive had a bone to pick with them since the dawn of their existence. Bunch of lazy, good for nothings. Whining about absolutely every opportunity under the sun but possessing no gumption to actually work for it. People look down on #beachkrew because we’re ‘mean’ but don’t realize how positively we contribute to the company we’re employed by. Action Wrestlings merchandise sales? Up. Pay per view buy rates? Up. Coherent storylines with actual pay off? On the rise, my man.
“I shudder to think the state this company would be in if it weren’t for us. It puts knots in my stomach considering what I’ve bled into Action Wrestling so far and what I still have left to give. Can you say the same thing, Sam? Can you stand there and honestly say the same thing? I mean, think about it, my man. Actually think for once in your damn life, and while you’re at it? Ask yourself if you actually have a chance of winning this match come Monday Night, or if this is a match you really even want. It’s not too late. Call in sick, call in dead, I don’t give a fuck. Do whatever you have to do, because I’m sure there’s somebody on this active roster just hungry enough to take the spot you haven’t earned.
“If you don’t, just remember one thing; I gave you an out, man. I gave you an opportunity to lay your threadbare career to rest without the violent ass beating, but come Monday? It’s all over for you. This little ‘cream rising to the top’ story is about to be stopped dead in its tracks at my hand, that UNGAWDLY BROSEIDON PUNCH...and its gonna hurt too. They’ll have to mop you up off the canvas after it’s all said and done. At least you have your shitty film career to fall back on. I’ll put in a word with Guillermo, I’m sure we could use somebody extra in Kraft Catering. The pay will be shit but at least you’ll get paid in experience.”
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Send in your skeletons
Sing as their bones go marching in, again
The need you buried deep
The secrets that you keep are ever ready
Are you ready?
I'm finished making sense
Done pleading ignorance
That whole defense
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“Kind of a strange place for a production meeting, don’t you think?” A crisp voice with a slightly Hispanic accent asked.
Wade was standing in an empty arena after one of AW’s house shows, taking it all in, as Guillermo Del Toro approached him alone. He was carrying a black case, probably containing a script and a few jelly donuts. He stood outside the ring and held his hand up to Wade to shake it. Wade took his hand and gave him one firm hook before looking back out towards the arena.
“This is my conference room, Guillermo”, Wade replied, “I’m no Sam Kidsgrove sucker. This is where I’m comfortable, out here in this ring. Battle vest made of the finest Cthulu skin and thousands of cheering and jeering fans.”
“That’s actual Cthulu skin?” Guillermo asked, “Surely, you jest.”
Wade chuckles.
“Another story, another time”, Wade replied, “What can I do for you, Mr. Del Toro?”
Guillermo opened his case and shuffled through a stack of papers, pulling out one from the stack that read “FOR WILLIAM MOORS EYES ONLY”. He thumbed it out and handed it to Wade through the ropes, smiling slightly as he did.
“Just some contractual obligation stuff”, Guillermo replied, “Press junkets, etcetera, et al. Your script is in there too. That’s all too secret stuff, but I can assure you the writing team on this movie is top notch. Under my production and with your artistic vision, I’m sure this will land you and myself a litany of awards. Academy and the like.”
“That’s a given”, Wade interjected, “I’m no soft dandy like Kidsgrove. The only reason I took this role was because I could relate to the source material. It’s like it was pulled directly from my life. I figured it would be therapeutic to put it out there, albeit in cinematic fashion. It’s like I wrote it myself in a weird way.”
“If you did, then you have one of the greatest minds in Hollywood”, Guillermo added, “Unlike that wannabe jaybrone Sam Kidsgrove.”
“See, we’re on that same shit”, Wade said, “Kidsgrove is just another fake ass Hollywood B-star that just don’t know when to quit, ya feel me?”
“I definitely, I feel ya Wade”, Guillermo replied, “He isn’t fit to lick the bottom of my loafers let alone star in a movie with some class. Netflix ain’t shit and never will be shit. Disney about to kill them any-who-how, ya know? Original content? Pssshhh shiiiiiiiiit. Nothing original about Goosebumps 6, fuckin’ grittier gritty Transformers reboots and shit. That crust would take a starring role in a Beetleborgs spinoff iffin’ he had the opportunity. Sam Kidsgrove a real bottom feeder. A whack ass toady in a group of whack ass toadys. He’s not leading man material.”
“Took the words right out of my mouth”, Wade replied, “You sure you don’t have a microchip planted in my brain? It’s like we got the same guy writing for us or something.”
They shared a hearty laugh followed by a jelly donut toast to the destruction of the hairbrained Sam Kidsgrove.
“He isn’t leading man material, just like hell never be Worlds Champion material”, Wade added, “He’s looking at this match as a stepping stone to where he wants to be, but doesn’t realize he’s trying to climb the mountain. He’s ill prepared for what exactly is in store for him come Monday. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; this isn’t a game. Everything I do, I do it with purpose. He’s just another pretender in a long line of pretenders. An actor in the ‘fold’. The scripts out Sam, you fucking lose.”
“Go over that script and get back to me, Wade”, Guillermo interjected, “Production starts on location in the Florida Everglades next month...and it’s going to be glamorous, my friend.”
“The Everglades? Oh shit?” Wade asked.
“We found a premium location that’s perfect for the movie”, Guillermo replied as he walked away, “Some shit hole cabin in the middle of a swamp. It’s going to be primo, huey.”
As Guillermo paced up the ramp, Wade’s mind couldn’t help but wander. It couldn’t possibly be his childhood home he was talking about? What would the over-under on that shit be? Astronomically higher than Kidsgrove netting that W on Monday Night Clash, that’s for sure, but still fuck still fool.
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Spinning infinity, boy
The wheel is spinning me
It's never-ending, never-ending
Same old story
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