Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2014 20:34:06 GMT -6
"Fuck it all and no regrets
I hit the lights on these dark sets
I need a voice to let myself
To let myself go free
Fuck it all and fuckin' no regrets
I hit the lights on these dark sets
Medallion noose, I hang myself
Saint Anger 'round my neck"
Words can not express how annoying angry I was at this very moment, my fists are clenched as I rock back and forth in the steel chair that I am sitting in. Oh? Didn't I mention it was sitting dead center of the ring at the local house show. The crowd around me is sitting there booing and yelling things but. At this very moment I hear nothing, only the rage that is burning into my very soul. A microphone is already sitting at my feet. I reach down picking it up for a moment. I tap it a few times. To quite the sheep around me. I stand from the chair and as hard as I can spike the microphone at the canvas of the ring. It shatters into a few dozen pieces as I reach my hand out asking for yet another one. I don't even turn this one on. Before I throw it as hard as I can right into the sheep that sit around me. The third one is handed to me as I turn it on and raise to toward my mouth.
"Did I make my point yet? Or should I keep going? Allow me to sit here and explain a few things to you and mostly the talent in the back. But first let me start out by saying a few things toward about the letter that was sent to me by our very own owner of this here company."
I pull out a piece of paper from my back pocket and unfold it and stand there reading it once more. I shake my head from side to side as I place the microphone toward my mouth once more.
"Allow me to read this to you all," "Drear Mr. Bryan York, We have gotten several notices from not only fans who watch the produce we as MSW give out to fans but also the FCC about the amount of strong language you use in your promo but even worse then the language that your using. Is your disregard for the laws as you smoke weed on television. We here at MSW think you need to get your act together before we have to terminate you for the amount of complaints we are receiving." "That was sent to me by the one and only Justin you know our PUSSY ASS OWNER! The man who doesn't have the balls to walk to my face and say these damns words so he sends me an email. Bitching and crying about what others have to say about one if not THE BEST talent in this very company. And then going to treating my job? Oh shit is about to get real. I am about to drop a pipe bomb the likes that others have only wished they could. Oh and before we get any where. You bet your ass I'm going to break kayfabe"
I toss the paper over my shoulder as I walk over to the chair and sit my happy ass down my elbows on my knees and my head lowered so that I can really express my anger with what is going on not only in this company but what they are doing to me as a whole in this company.
"First all allow me to be frank here. FUCK Payton, you didn't beat me kid. Point blank the management who is a bunch of pussies got scared when the FCC lowered the boom and fucked me over. I was getting the win and going over before that happened but even more annoying than that. Is you stand NO chance in that ring with Bryce Manning and it's all a part of Justin's sick little fucked up games he plays. You do it his way or he will fuck you over. SO I'm about to lay it all down for not only the match but the whole rest of the roster in the back. It's simple you open your mouth and take his cock or open your hand to play with it or you going to get fucked over night n and night out. Guess who wouldn't play his little game. Guess who got tired of being dicked around? Guess who ISN'T about to stop smoking weed and cussing like it's going outta style in-fact. FUCK, SHIT, BITCH, PUSSY, CUNT, DICK, MOTHER-FUCKER! You see this company likes to think that they are holier than thou when in fact it's not shit. Manning is good but I was told I got to drop the weed gimmick if I wanted to be top tier but the best heel like Manning and Xero. That's cool If I wanted to be a cookie cutter heel than I'd do that but fuck me for doing something different right?"
"Second of all, you know what NO! Payton does his dick taste good? Do you enjoy swallowing his load? I mean your not shit kid I out wrestled you in and out of that ring. I gave two SOILD promo's that picked you apart and all I got was some half ass attempt to talk about everyone but me and gave me your last five mins of it. I mean what kind of shit is that? I mean do you like spreading your asshole open for his dick? I mean Jesus Christ kid. But it's okay, don't worry most likely going to be the last time you all see me in this ring. I am sure I will be fired and if not I will be so buried on the roster and the card you won't see me for a good long time. SO I should just sit here and keep talking shit right? I mean what the worst that is going to happen. If I get fired fuck it, I will just take my talent to a different company. I mean least they will know how NOT to fuck their talent over. Speaking of which, watch out Bryce Manning we wouldn't want you to loose to this hackles talentless Payton as well. Oh wait, your good no need to worry your some cookie cutter heel like the rest of this shit hole. No need to worry about you or Tyler Xero Management loves you guys they think you got "real talent" HA bunch of hacks and talentless trash if what you guys are. Do me a favor Manning cut another clear rip-off of Mr. Perfect promo next time. I am sure you will make Justin's panties wet with that one. Oh and Xero next time when you cut some bullshit promo backstage do me a solid and just slit your wrists and kill yourself please. It would make all of us happy!"
I smirk for a moment, the fans chant asshole to me which makes me smile even more, I am eating it up. Yes PLEASE call me that. Please let everyone know that you don't fucking fuck me over. I raise my head and lean back in the chair. I have a sick smirk on my face allow it all to sink in about what I've said so far. I pull out a CIGARATTE wouldn't want the FCC to get their panties in a wad and light it taken a few drags.
" Moving forward, I'd like to take this chance to say to JBC you sir are pure talent have the ability to do really good work in this company but please for the love of God don't let them change who you are, please don't allow them to make you switch and be anyone but who you really are. I mean fuck them right? Your one of the funniest people I've ever seen cut a promo unlike the "top tier" guys in the back. The only person on this roster that is worth a damn, the rest of you hacks could learn a thing or two from him. But don't get a big head Mr. JBC your still not good enough to beat me. I mean unless promo's don't count and having the ability to give your opponent more than five words about them is all it takes to win. Give a quick look at who is list in this tournament and really I mean REALLY look at the talent close. NONE of them are that good and they just knocked me out because I don't play well with others? Clearly that has to be the reason right? But don't worry Payton if I don't get fired for this you better watch your back. You better not go to sleep at night. I am going to destroy your life, your soul and your piss poor wrestling career. If it's in this ring or it's in the back. If I have to call you out day In and out in what a REAL promo is. If I have to jump you backstage and beat your brains in. Then dammit that is what the hell I am going to do. They can't save you, they can't protect you all they can do is sit and watch and wait just like you. Your life is going to become a living hell and I will enjoy breaking you. I will enjoying making you cry and beg for me to stop like a bitch getting raped on prom night. I am going snack you around. Payton your life no belongs to me. "
I take another drag for the CIGARETTE and blow out a small smoke ring. I nod looking at it as it floats toward the celling before it disappears. I stand up from the chair and fold it up nice and pretty and smack the ring with it right by the microphone casing the effect to ring throughout the area. I do it several times before tossing the chair into the crowd hitting a few people in the second row. The fans begin to throw their chairs in the ring as I sit atop of turnbuckle watching it all happen laughing.
"This is what I am going to make this company, this is what a REAL heel is. This is what a REAL man with power does. He cause even the most mild mannered people to act in ways they never word otherwise. They hate me, They want me to leave and never come back. Is that what you want Justin? Is this what you want me to bring some fire and passion? You wanted me to get ready? Well you pissed me off and now I want to spit in your face and smack you in your mouth. You better have someone around you at all times because your on my hit-list just like Payton fear not the bitch comes first. But I am going to make sure when I do get my hands on you. Keep in mind that word. When I DO! Not if, but when. I am going to make to admit you fucked me over. I am going to get you to admit to not only me but these rapid fans that you fucked me over because I am too Xtreme for this company because I am too real and I don't play by the rules. I will never follow your rules, I will never allow YOU to threating me and allow YOU to think you can control me because you give me a paycheck. I bet you would be a real pretty bitch wouldn't you Justin? I bet you slap you in a dress and some make up you'd suck a mean dick. I mean clearly your good at sucking look at this shit hole and the "talent" you staff it with. But fear not Payton because even if I do get fired, even if they do ban me from the area's of MSW I will still find you. I will find you at house shows and make your life hell there. And Justin if you think your MAN enough to fire me than you best believe I am MAN enough to kick your pussy ass. One think I am not, is scared and you can stack the deck on me and I will still kick their asses. I mean unless you change the winner at the LAST second and tell everyone but the one person who was going to win but then turns around to get fucked!"
I flick my cigarette onto the canvas and watch it burn for a moment before it burns it's self out. I stand up on the turnbuckle looking dead at the stage. The fans are almost moshing now as they throw cups, bags, and just about anything they can get their hands on at this moment.
"One final thing. GO FUCK YOURSELVES!!!"
I throw the microphone down as I stand on the top turnbuckle with both arms extending toward the stage holding nothing up but both middle fingers. I lower them only long enough to give a cross chop and make a jacking off motion before I extend the middle fingers one more as the camera fades to black quickly.
OCC: Take this how you want, if you take it personal get over yourself