Post by Quixote Della Torre on Nov 24, 2019 23:01:31 GMT -5
Even the mighty fall. Maybe we wait till no one's watching, sustaining a dignified countenance, but we all, one day, descend to dust. Even me... and I'm pretty fucking celestial, right?
I'm not in the habit of self-Googling but I see a flood of results from months ago, then... rapidly sloping trend. Top QDT YouTube videos carry the must of old news. The Vayden confrontation triggered a spike that went flaccid faster than a Corey Bull boiler room boner by AW's mindless insistence to have me slum it with the Cock Wombles of the CW division as opposed to pounding them from on top like a King. Everyone wants Vayden/QDT to lock horns. It writes itself - CW GOAT versus CW RAM. Do AW fear money or some shit? The trail's straight forward, irreversible. Deviations ain't necessary but fuck it, I'll play. You want me to spare some shine to the noobs? Tell them to pack their suntan lotion 'cuz they're fixed to melt.
No doubt I've stumbled... in the fateful cost of ending the unparalleled career of Wade Moor. But fallen? Bollocks to that. 7 months ago, the fastest quantum leap in wrestling history. I vaulted the Cruiserweight title from niche nothingness to main event in a single night. 11 Havoc Rumble eliminations. None of these perineum felchers get to share my ring at Turmoil if it weren't for me. This division would be a shit caked relic by now. Yet today, Cruiserweight holds more weight, metaphorically of course, than anything in the business.
Bolas de Arana, Kitty Petrova, VHS, while we're on the same side, let me offer you guidance - keep out. Argue with seagulls, scribble whiney blogs, study wrestling textbooks... whatever rocks your cocks. Even better, watch and learn. But look, in the tragedy you get some ring time, let me offer you encouragement over our foes.
Bolas, you're a joke but you got a much stronger punchline than YOU, cookie baking, clown fearing, goofy Psychopomp. Last we saw you, outside of the rinkydinks of course, you took one too many light tubes to the head in WCF; no doubt perpetuating that brain injury you use to excuse your idiocy. Hopefully, in the intervening years, you've gone Memento styley, piecing together memory fragments away from those Brotherhood turds. Unfortunately, after Turmoil you'll wish for complete cranial annihilation to expunge recollections of the domination I inflict upon you. Miraculously, I can humiliate you even more than you can manage yourself. Hey, it's a gift.
Speaking of manage, one filthy, Silver coloured connective tissue binds Pomp with Kabukii. Your dick really got so engorged after beating an unmotivated Derrick with zero stakes that you feel so pumped up as to shoulder barge me? Settle down baka-facka, you're essentially Goldstein's self esteem screw after Bishop dumped his inadequate wormschlong. Ever consider Vayden subconsciously wanted you to rise the ranks so he can keep me at bay a little longer and keep dropping you flies? If not, you need a new advisor. At least Kitty KNOWS she's bad, guy.
I've killed enough masked nobodies waving invisible wangs of supposed lineages, whether Yokai or Vulcan, dark or light, Power Perez or Eli Lobo. SVS, daddy issues a bummer, ain't they? Take it from me, your papa's vicarious moral crusade is addled with the hypocrisy that's either silently gnawing away at your viscera or you're complicit in. I hope the former; I'm testament you can break free and forge your own path. I don't know what kink inspires VHS's hardon for masks but, my advice - let him take it; be YOU, not Daddy dearest. Or are you hiding something rancid under there?
Geoffrey Torrance, I didn't forget your pitiful hit and run attempt on my Twitter. Get the fuck out of here with that toddler slap shit, you overindulged frat boy #BeachKrew reject. 1990 called and they want their sarcastic sentence fragment, Reddit meme motherfuckery back. They also add "cool story bro" for lols. And, by the way, your soup tastes like sweaty arse. pwned.
AW, you really wanna put the queue into QDT? Like an elastic band, the more you pull me back, the harder I'll snap you all. Trail's still hot.
I'm not in the habit of self-Googling but I see a flood of results from months ago, then... rapidly sloping trend. Top QDT YouTube videos carry the must of old news. The Vayden confrontation triggered a spike that went flaccid faster than a Corey Bull boiler room boner by AW's mindless insistence to have me slum it with the Cock Wombles of the CW division as opposed to pounding them from on top like a King. Everyone wants Vayden/QDT to lock horns. It writes itself - CW GOAT versus CW RAM. Do AW fear money or some shit? The trail's straight forward, irreversible. Deviations ain't necessary but fuck it, I'll play. You want me to spare some shine to the noobs? Tell them to pack their suntan lotion 'cuz they're fixed to melt.
No doubt I've stumbled... in the fateful cost of ending the unparalleled career of Wade Moor. But fallen? Bollocks to that. 7 months ago, the fastest quantum leap in wrestling history. I vaulted the Cruiserweight title from niche nothingness to main event in a single night. 11 Havoc Rumble eliminations. None of these perineum felchers get to share my ring at Turmoil if it weren't for me. This division would be a shit caked relic by now. Yet today, Cruiserweight holds more weight, metaphorically of course, than anything in the business.
Bolas de Arana, Kitty Petrova, VHS, while we're on the same side, let me offer you guidance - keep out. Argue with seagulls, scribble whiney blogs, study wrestling textbooks... whatever rocks your cocks. Even better, watch and learn. But look, in the tragedy you get some ring time, let me offer you encouragement over our foes.
Bolas, you're a joke but you got a much stronger punchline than YOU, cookie baking, clown fearing, goofy Psychopomp. Last we saw you, outside of the rinkydinks of course, you took one too many light tubes to the head in WCF; no doubt perpetuating that brain injury you use to excuse your idiocy. Hopefully, in the intervening years, you've gone Memento styley, piecing together memory fragments away from those Brotherhood turds. Unfortunately, after Turmoil you'll wish for complete cranial annihilation to expunge recollections of the domination I inflict upon you. Miraculously, I can humiliate you even more than you can manage yourself. Hey, it's a gift.
Speaking of manage, one filthy, Silver coloured connective tissue binds Pomp with Kabukii. Your dick really got so engorged after beating an unmotivated Derrick with zero stakes that you feel so pumped up as to shoulder barge me? Settle down baka-facka, you're essentially Goldstein's self esteem screw after Bishop dumped his inadequate wormschlong. Ever consider Vayden subconsciously wanted you to rise the ranks so he can keep me at bay a little longer and keep dropping you flies? If not, you need a new advisor. At least Kitty KNOWS she's bad, guy.
I've killed enough masked nobodies waving invisible wangs of supposed lineages, whether Yokai or Vulcan, dark or light, Power Perez or Eli Lobo. SVS, daddy issues a bummer, ain't they? Take it from me, your papa's vicarious moral crusade is addled with the hypocrisy that's either silently gnawing away at your viscera or you're complicit in. I hope the former; I'm testament you can break free and forge your own path. I don't know what kink inspires VHS's hardon for masks but, my advice - let him take it; be YOU, not Daddy dearest. Or are you hiding something rancid under there?
Geoffrey Torrance, I didn't forget your pitiful hit and run attempt on my Twitter. Get the fuck out of here with that toddler slap shit, you overindulged frat boy #BeachKrew reject. 1990 called and they want their sarcastic sentence fragment, Reddit meme motherfuckery back. They also add "cool story bro" for lols. And, by the way, your soup tastes like sweaty arse. pwned.
AW, you really wanna put the queue into QDT? Like an elastic band, the more you pull me back, the harder I'll snap you all. Trail's still hot.