Post by Teo Blaze on Nov 23, 2019 22:58:32 GMT -5
“And now I’m going to do something that no wrestling fan has ever done, and turn my attention towards Johnny Stylez...
Ah yes, dear John. The only man who could make mediocrity into an impossible goal. I would say his behavior is the product of a broken mind, but who are we kidding? For indeed what is there to break?”
A chuckle in the dark, a vicious edge outlining each beat.
“Deja Vu indeed, for mere days ago I dispatched Johnny Stylez in a matter of minutes- despite his confidence bordering on insanity.
And there it is, isn’t it? Johnny has no horse in this race. The only, and let me emphasize, only! Reason that he is in this match is because they are hoping that I pin him instead of exposing their false god."
Teo turns his eyes towards the hourglass with a smile.
"Wishful thinking.
Nonetheless...let me address Mr. Stylez on his own terms, for as I’ve previously shown he lacks anything resembling even the barest minimum of talent. Let’s assume that the people indeed were clamoring for Johnny Stylez...pure delusion perhaps, but nonetheless…
Let us assume that Johnny’s return is about anything except his own pitiful and broken ego, that after being embarassed by Beau del Sol- a man I had already taken everything from in one night- that our dear John was suddenly overcome by a groundswell of support.
What has he done to reward those faithful to him? Those loyal to him?
Loss after loss, defeat after defeat...even dear old Alex Richards has been showing him up on the internet boards (on top of raising his insurance premiums).
See, this leaves the question, why would they want Johnny back? If they’re endangering his life by putting him in the ring with true talent, with men who are able to deliver actual beatings, actual danger...then why risk his health?
And then the answer becomes clear. The people want LA Johnny Stylez back because being forced to walk away from the business? Having to give up his career in front of everyone and having nobody to blame but himself?
It was too good for Johnny Stylez.
It wasn’t enough. The people yearned to see the final punchline, they knew that simply being contractually forced out of the company was a blessing in disguise. No, no...they wanted to see you get what you had coming, John, they wanted to see your bones snap like twigs. They wanted to see someone finally crack open that skull of yours so they can see whether or not you’ve got anything inside. If indeed there was a groundswell of support for your return, John, then it was only driven by a desire to see you suffer, to see you fail, and to see you continue to hurt again and again.
And I have to give you credit, John...you know how to give the people what they want.
Slammed through flaming Tables by Rage, Trash cans by Alex Richards, and of course a Blazing Knee to top it all off! I gotta say, if this wrestling thing doesn’t work out, you’ve got a career ahead as a crash test dummy!"
The grin on Teo’s face grows ever wider, as if he takes a sadistic pleasure in pointing out each of Johnny’s failings, his ever-growing list of embarassments.
“But Johnny, the other thing that continues to baffle me, is no matter how many times we face off, no matter how many times we talk, every bit of verbal diarrhea that erupts from that empty little skull of yours seems insistent on proving me right about you.
I’ve called you honorless, I’ve called you cowardly...and I’ve called you a hypocrite.
One common thread you’ve hurled at me every time you’ve gotten the chance is my tenure in WCF, calling me a WCF guy, as though I’ve ever tried to carry the banner here in AW...It’s the one thing you can hold over me, that I stayed with a company to the very end, that my loyalty never wavered.
But you would try and twist that against me, to weaponize it. To take every opportunity you can to talk down the WCF...But what’s this?”
As Teo speaks, a screen appears in the darkness. There, upon its electronic surface, is a statistic. 5/27/12- Johnny Stylez wins the Internet Title in WCF.
The grin could not be any wider upon Teo’s face. He lifts up a finger, waving it back and forth.
“You see Johnny, once again you’ve proven to be your own worst enemy. Now then, since you’ve insisted that ‘WCF guys’ are lower than AW guys...What does this make you? After all, if you were truly the man you thought you were, surely you have countless accolades in that company, right?
Or maybe, just maybe, the reason Johnny Stylez is so eager to make WCF out as a weak company because he knows that he hit his ceiling prematurely, and the only way that he can live with himself- is to act like a fucking child. To say ‘it didn’t count’ and pretend like it never happened."
As Teo speaks, he reaches down offscreen. The hourglass still sits behind him on a small pedestal, but now he pulls up something different.
“Johnny, you can bury your head in the sand all you want- it will only make your ass that much easier to kick. Unlike dear Black, your problem is not one of time. At the rate in which you have turned yourself into a punching bag, age will never get the chance to catch up.”
Teo’s hand raises, and in it there is a long length of rope, tied into a loop. He holds it out to the screen as if it were an offering.
“So Johnny, consider this an invitation to keep talking. Every word you say only proves that everything I’ve ever said about you is right.
And hey...if you give a man enough rope..?”
Teo’s smile flashes in the darkness once again.
Ah yes, dear John. The only man who could make mediocrity into an impossible goal. I would say his behavior is the product of a broken mind, but who are we kidding? For indeed what is there to break?”
A chuckle in the dark, a vicious edge outlining each beat.
“Deja Vu indeed, for mere days ago I dispatched Johnny Stylez in a matter of minutes- despite his confidence bordering on insanity.
And there it is, isn’t it? Johnny has no horse in this race. The only, and let me emphasize, only! Reason that he is in this match is because they are hoping that I pin him instead of exposing their false god."
Teo turns his eyes towards the hourglass with a smile.
"Wishful thinking.
Nonetheless...let me address Mr. Stylez on his own terms, for as I’ve previously shown he lacks anything resembling even the barest minimum of talent. Let’s assume that the people indeed were clamoring for Johnny Stylez...pure delusion perhaps, but nonetheless…
Let us assume that Johnny’s return is about anything except his own pitiful and broken ego, that after being embarassed by Beau del Sol- a man I had already taken everything from in one night- that our dear John was suddenly overcome by a groundswell of support.
What has he done to reward those faithful to him? Those loyal to him?
Loss after loss, defeat after defeat...even dear old Alex Richards has been showing him up on the internet boards (on top of raising his insurance premiums).
See, this leaves the question, why would they want Johnny back? If they’re endangering his life by putting him in the ring with true talent, with men who are able to deliver actual beatings, actual danger...then why risk his health?
And then the answer becomes clear. The people want LA Johnny Stylez back because being forced to walk away from the business? Having to give up his career in front of everyone and having nobody to blame but himself?
It was too good for Johnny Stylez.
It wasn’t enough. The people yearned to see the final punchline, they knew that simply being contractually forced out of the company was a blessing in disguise. No, no...they wanted to see you get what you had coming, John, they wanted to see your bones snap like twigs. They wanted to see someone finally crack open that skull of yours so they can see whether or not you’ve got anything inside. If indeed there was a groundswell of support for your return, John, then it was only driven by a desire to see you suffer, to see you fail, and to see you continue to hurt again and again.
And I have to give you credit, John...you know how to give the people what they want.
Slammed through flaming Tables by Rage, Trash cans by Alex Richards, and of course a Blazing Knee to top it all off! I gotta say, if this wrestling thing doesn’t work out, you’ve got a career ahead as a crash test dummy!"
The grin on Teo’s face grows ever wider, as if he takes a sadistic pleasure in pointing out each of Johnny’s failings, his ever-growing list of embarassments.
“But Johnny, the other thing that continues to baffle me, is no matter how many times we face off, no matter how many times we talk, every bit of verbal diarrhea that erupts from that empty little skull of yours seems insistent on proving me right about you.
I’ve called you honorless, I’ve called you cowardly...and I’ve called you a hypocrite.
One common thread you’ve hurled at me every time you’ve gotten the chance is my tenure in WCF, calling me a WCF guy, as though I’ve ever tried to carry the banner here in AW...It’s the one thing you can hold over me, that I stayed with a company to the very end, that my loyalty never wavered.
But you would try and twist that against me, to weaponize it. To take every opportunity you can to talk down the WCF...But what’s this?”
As Teo speaks, a screen appears in the darkness. There, upon its electronic surface, is a statistic. 5/27/12- Johnny Stylez wins the Internet Title in WCF.
The grin could not be any wider upon Teo’s face. He lifts up a finger, waving it back and forth.
“You see Johnny, once again you’ve proven to be your own worst enemy. Now then, since you’ve insisted that ‘WCF guys’ are lower than AW guys...What does this make you? After all, if you were truly the man you thought you were, surely you have countless accolades in that company, right?
Or maybe, just maybe, the reason Johnny Stylez is so eager to make WCF out as a weak company because he knows that he hit his ceiling prematurely, and the only way that he can live with himself- is to act like a fucking child. To say ‘it didn’t count’ and pretend like it never happened."
As Teo speaks, he reaches down offscreen. The hourglass still sits behind him on a small pedestal, but now he pulls up something different.
“Johnny, you can bury your head in the sand all you want- it will only make your ass that much easier to kick. Unlike dear Black, your problem is not one of time. At the rate in which you have turned yourself into a punching bag, age will never get the chance to catch up.”
Teo’s hand raises, and in it there is a long length of rope, tied into a loop. He holds it out to the screen as if it were an offering.
“So Johnny, consider this an invitation to keep talking. Every word you say only proves that everything I’ve ever said about you is right.
And hey...if you give a man enough rope..?”
Teo’s smile flashes in the darkness once again.