Post by ππ’π₯ππ¬ πππππ on Dec 10, 2019 15:58:18 GMT -5
Oh yes Jaice, please allow me the pleasure of mouthing your penis and giving you satisfaction. For six months I have been yearning for your return just so I can bow at your feet and gift you my title.
Said nobody.
Ever.
Look dude, try to steer the narrative all you want. You brought yourself back into this. I was done and finished with you, fine with letting your name be just another notch on my belt - which I do talk about a lot, thanks, I namedrop idiots I've domed out of existence all the time. It's a gift and a curse. Please don't tell Logan I think he's a fucking prick.
I saw Bonnie Blue talking shit at that dump of a UCI and decided it would be perfect time to ruffle some feathers. Told her to keep my prestigious name our of her attention seeking mouth. There you come, to the rescue of your one true love, you fucking turd. As predicted, YOU couldn't keep your lips off MY length. I said NOTHING about you and you had to chime in with the age old 'your title reign means nothing if I'm not there.' Like you're doing me a favor by showing up, if anything you're doing the crowd a service by allowing me to spill your blood for their enjoyment.
Cool Google search to see how many times I have mentioned you, you're the only fucking person here that would Google themselves to see what people are saying. Everything you do hinges on that fragile ego you have, the very same transcending ego that made you go elsewhere and try to get a fucking court case against Action Wrestling started. Like a goddamn whiny baby that the big bad Corey Black put in time out. Bully Black out here taking names.
The thing you don't realize is that we were exactly where we should have been at Execution. Scratch that, YOU were right where YOU should have been. You brought me down a slot or two but you don't see me out there being a stupid bitch and claiming stunt double bullshit. Like, you really believe you hired some dude that looks like you to fight me? You don't understand how petty and downright SCARED that makes you look? The fact is I dropped you on your head so many times leading up that you developed a mental handicap, you hallucinated hiring some mug off the street, but that was probably just you shoving money in a glossy sign thinking you hired a dude that looked like you. It was that moment, that Tweet you send out where you 'were at Buffalo Wild Wings with the match in the background' where you went from 'dude I murdered' to 'dude I will forever fucking despise.' I hope it was worth it! Now wherever you go, look over your shoulder. It could be ten months from now, I will NEVER forget the bullshit you tried to pull and I will FOREVER haunt the ever living fuck out of you. It's not obsession, it's absolute loathe.
I fucked you up good Jaice, I'll fuck you up in the opening match, the middle of the card, the main event or the dark match. I don't give a shit where I land as long as I get to murk a fuccboi, and FUCCBOI I'M FIXING TO MURK YOU. NOW AND FOREVER.
Just lay off this 'status' crap, your status is my bitch. You don't know where you land in the hierarchy of professional wrestling. The Adam Youngs and Doc Henrys of the world thought they were so much better than everyone even if I shoved my foot down their throat a dozen times. You remind me a lot of them. In persistence, ring talent and annoyance.
They thought I needed them too. They thought that without their low-level insults, awful dialect and frankly obtuse views of themselves, I'd be nothing more than an old dude fighting old dudes. Jaice, believe me when I say I don't need you for anything. Nobody in the history of this world has ever NEEDED you. You just latch on and don't go away. All those times I said your name wasn't because I need you. It was because now you're the joke. You're the guy everyone points and laughs at. You're the guy I decided should finally learn where they stand. Below me. Below the 201 and Fun Division. You belong with your Guardian outcasts in some company that'll never make it beyond a year. Hop from place to place and try to fit in but know deep in your mind that you will NEVER make it in Action Wrestling as long as there is breath in my body, I will make your life here a LIVING FUCKING HELL. You'll NEVER hold my Hardcore Championship . I dedicated my win to you because you so very much needed to hear that I was thinking of you as I won it, not because I am obsessed, but because it was fucking hysterical that I got the thing you valued more than getting revenge on me.
And now here we are.
I give you what you wanted.
An Action Wrestling Hardcore Championship Match. The Xtreme Icon verses The Last King. One more time. In front of one thousand screaming Corey Black fans. In my hometown. In the opening match.
This world has been stuck with me for twenty years and it'll be stuck with me for twenty more. You are stuck with me as long as your name is on a contract that has the same heading as mine.
You have two choices.
The smart choice is to leave. Don't even show up to XIII, don't come to any Clash, just go your own way and try to live your life knowing I win.
The dumb choice is to stick to your stubborn guns and forever live in my shadow as I stomp you down whenever I please.
Said nobody.
Ever.
Look dude, try to steer the narrative all you want. You brought yourself back into this. I was done and finished with you, fine with letting your name be just another notch on my belt - which I do talk about a lot, thanks, I namedrop idiots I've domed out of existence all the time. It's a gift and a curse. Please don't tell Logan I think he's a fucking prick.
I saw Bonnie Blue talking shit at that dump of a UCI and decided it would be perfect time to ruffle some feathers. Told her to keep my prestigious name our of her attention seeking mouth. There you come, to the rescue of your one true love, you fucking turd. As predicted, YOU couldn't keep your lips off MY length. I said NOTHING about you and you had to chime in with the age old 'your title reign means nothing if I'm not there.' Like you're doing me a favor by showing up, if anything you're doing the crowd a service by allowing me to spill your blood for their enjoyment.
Cool Google search to see how many times I have mentioned you, you're the only fucking person here that would Google themselves to see what people are saying. Everything you do hinges on that fragile ego you have, the very same transcending ego that made you go elsewhere and try to get a fucking court case against Action Wrestling started. Like a goddamn whiny baby that the big bad Corey Black put in time out. Bully Black out here taking names.
The thing you don't realize is that we were exactly where we should have been at Execution. Scratch that, YOU were right where YOU should have been. You brought me down a slot or two but you don't see me out there being a stupid bitch and claiming stunt double bullshit. Like, you really believe you hired some dude that looks like you to fight me? You don't understand how petty and downright SCARED that makes you look? The fact is I dropped you on your head so many times leading up that you developed a mental handicap, you hallucinated hiring some mug off the street, but that was probably just you shoving money in a glossy sign thinking you hired a dude that looked like you. It was that moment, that Tweet you send out where you 'were at Buffalo Wild Wings with the match in the background' where you went from 'dude I murdered' to 'dude I will forever fucking despise.' I hope it was worth it! Now wherever you go, look over your shoulder. It could be ten months from now, I will NEVER forget the bullshit you tried to pull and I will FOREVER haunt the ever living fuck out of you. It's not obsession, it's absolute loathe.
I fucked you up good Jaice, I'll fuck you up in the opening match, the middle of the card, the main event or the dark match. I don't give a shit where I land as long as I get to murk a fuccboi, and FUCCBOI I'M FIXING TO MURK YOU. NOW AND FOREVER.
Just lay off this 'status' crap, your status is my bitch. You don't know where you land in the hierarchy of professional wrestling. The Adam Youngs and Doc Henrys of the world thought they were so much better than everyone even if I shoved my foot down their throat a dozen times. You remind me a lot of them. In persistence, ring talent and annoyance.
They thought I needed them too. They thought that without their low-level insults, awful dialect and frankly obtuse views of themselves, I'd be nothing more than an old dude fighting old dudes. Jaice, believe me when I say I don't need you for anything. Nobody in the history of this world has ever NEEDED you. You just latch on and don't go away. All those times I said your name wasn't because I need you. It was because now you're the joke. You're the guy everyone points and laughs at. You're the guy I decided should finally learn where they stand. Below me. Below the 201 and Fun Division. You belong with your Guardian outcasts in some company that'll never make it beyond a year. Hop from place to place and try to fit in but know deep in your mind that you will NEVER make it in Action Wrestling as long as there is breath in my body, I will make your life here a LIVING FUCKING HELL. You'll NEVER hold my Hardcore Championship . I dedicated my win to you because you so very much needed to hear that I was thinking of you as I won it, not because I am obsessed, but because it was fucking hysterical that I got the thing you valued more than getting revenge on me.
And now here we are.
I give you what you wanted.
An Action Wrestling Hardcore Championship Match. The Xtreme Icon verses The Last King. One more time. In front of one thousand screaming Corey Black fans. In my hometown. In the opening match.
This world has been stuck with me for twenty years and it'll be stuck with me for twenty more. You are stuck with me as long as your name is on a contract that has the same heading as mine.
You have two choices.
The smart choice is to leave. Don't even show up to XIII, don't come to any Clash, just go your own way and try to live your life knowing I win.
The dumb choice is to stick to your stubborn guns and forever live in my shadow as I stomp you down whenever I please.