Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2014 0:15:38 GMT -6
"You see my mother always told me that if I don't have something nice to say I shouldn't say it at all. Well my mother was a dumb whore and she can eat a dick. I am a rather cold, mean and down right sick and twiztid person and I am about to walk my happy ass into the next company and it happens to be MSW but their not ready?!"
I have sat back and watched as everyone in this company walks around like their are the end all and the be all to everything that comes to wrestling. I'm sorry i shouldn't use that word, some might call me a mark and I might get my ass into some deep shit before I even show my face the first time in this company. But what I've noticed is most of these people are talking out their asses and truth be told most of this company has no clue what is going to hit them when I step through that curtain, the first time and truly I don't care.
I hit send on the lap top keyboard as I sit it to the side, I was sitting in my locker room and I was ready, ready to show this company who I am and what it is I am going to do. Sure I can sit here and run my mouth or even think about what I want to say, but that isn't my style. I like to fly by the seat of my pants and honestly who cares what most people think of me. I stand from the chair and exit the locker room door. The area was drafty and looked old. Hm, sure MSW could have afforded something a little more upscale. Least it's not a bingo hall right? I step closer toward the area as I hear the slow buzz of the fans who await for the action to start. Sadly they get to meet me right off hand, going to be a rather awesome night for them getting to meet such an amazing talent as myself.
My music hits as I step from backstage and stand their for a moment, the fans don't know to shit or wind their watches. To them I am just some "thug" or wannabe "white rapper" Or even better that word "Wigger" I am about to school their asses. I walk the rest of the way down the ramp, sliding into the ring. I walk toward the ring announcer who stares at me like I have a second head growing out of my neck. I snatch the microphone from his hand and push him yelling at him to get the hell out of my ring. He stumbles from the ring tripping over his own two feet. I smirk for a moment allowing the fans to fulling take me in, trust me I am far more to look at then they know yet.
"Allow me to introduce myself, I am something like the man and you present should jump to your feet and bow before me, but alas I am going to have to deal with you sitting there with your jaws agape in awe, You thinking what is this white looking boy doing standing in the ring, It's simple you sheep, I am here to kick ass and take names, I am something unlike anyone else in the back, unlike any wrestler you have seen in your area, your ring hell even in your sad sorry lives. I am sure you paid your hard earned money. But to be honest I don't care, don't care about your money, your family or even what you think. I am about me, myself and I. And if you fuck with any of those or my money your going to get stepped on. It's that simple. You see a-lot of people run around screaming look at me, or I am the best ever or what ever push of trash the kids spit now adays. But you see I am one of these show me before you know me type of people and it's a good thing. I get a chance to show you just how cold as ice I ca be this week when I step into this very ring for my first match in this company. Unstoppable is a fitting name, because clearly you have unleashed the unstoppable one. "
I pause for a moment to wipe my mouth before I begin to speak once more, the fans cut me off with a wave of boo's which causes me to just shake my head, of course they are going to boo me even tho they don't know me, typical wrestling crowd.
"Boo me all you will like, it's not going to cause me to shut up. Or even slow what I am going to say, and the more you yell, scream and boo the more I am likely to get louder. I have a match my first one in this company vs some random dude who they found off the street named. Mr. Kamara and honestly I can't give you anything on this dude, he likes to show up and just walk away. I can't even talk shit about a man who hasn't been seen in the company in months or even weeks. And as far as how they are billing this match calling me getting the win an upset? What the shit is this? I am not an 12 seed here. But let them doubt me, let them all hate on me. In-fact why don't you go a head and give him the damn win. This is why you need to keep your fucking nose out of my business. Clearly the person running this company is a bunch of know name knowing bitches. But enough about me being an "under dog" and getting an "upset win" clearly this is going to be a test. A test to show everyone in this company who I am, what I am about and how this is the start of something great and they better just be lucky they get to sit around and enjoy it. Go a head and call your family, friends because your getting to witness the start of a legend of MSW. See I can be hacky like the rest of the so called "bad-guys" in the back. Oh shit there I am letting you see the little man behind the curtain again. You see I don't play by the rules and I damn sure am not going to sugar coat anything I say, I do or damn near want. Allow me to show you.
I put the microphone in my pocket and reach into another one pulling out a back of cigarettes, Newport Red 100s if you must know...I place one in my mouth and pull a lighter from my pocket and light it. I take a long drag on it and exhale the smoke into the air. I watch it rise as I place it back into my mouth and remove the microphone from my pocket and place it back toward my mouth.
"I am sure I might catch a fine for that from not only the company but maybe the fire department. But you have to understand I don't give a shit. I can walk out of this ring and smack you in the face, I can steal your women. I might even steal your title off your shoulder you don't know me. I don't got time to worry about what any of you pigs think of me, want me to do OR clearly if you like me or hate me. And if Mr. Kamara wants to show up and let me see what he looks like, has going on or even open his cock holster than by all means man, show up and let me hear it. Otherwise your just allowing me a free pass to the next round. You allow me to get one step closer to being the first champion of this company, But enough of me running my mouth. I clearly have more important things to worry about then any of you. So please piss off or kill yourself which ever makes you feel more "human"
I drag the cigarette and smirk flicking it still lit into the crowd the fans scramble out of the way, I drop the microphone as it hits the mat with a "thud" I could care less about the fan who might have been burned or the microphone or even what fines are going to come my way. Let um I got the money to pay for any and all things they can throw at me. I stop at the top of the ramp and raise both my arms flipping the fans off for a moment. I turn and head backstage back to my locker room. I needed to think about what my next move would be since clearly Mr. Kamara isn't going to show so I should get a free pass to the next round.
Occ: This sucked, Had a long annoying day at work so please do know they will be better.