Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Jan 26, 2017 23:12:40 GMT -5
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Dear Zombie McMorris,
Thank you. Thank you for giving me an opportunity to showcase that I haven't lost my touch inside the ring. Thank you for giving me the biggest win in my entire career, a match against Legends that I have defeated with all the lost of my worthless talent on that day. August 28, 2016. Revenge. That PPV meant everything to me, the revenge of Crazy J to prove all the critics I was done. I still had enough energy to push out the very last performance, the grandest performance of them all, in that very match. Silencing all the fans who watched the guy they hate the most come out on top against their beloved favorites. You pushed me to my absolute limit, the King of the Internet Division, the Haven of Hardcore and you saw it in my eyes. You knew that even though I could never replicate the success, the legacy you left behind, you let me win in order to become the placeholder until he would come back and take what he saw fit.
These are gonna be the last days of my life and my career. I'm writing to you because although Zero Tolerance and myself especially has tried to slander you and blow you off as a complete failure, you were actually the biggest influence in my WCF career. It's because of you that I have a powerful reign passing one hundred days and it's because of you that no one can deny that my reign has been cemented for all WCF history. It's such a great deal to be standing in that ring with you, fighting against you and being able to see that Zombie McMorris pushed to the absolute limit. You created the real Crazy J, the arrogant, confident, successful and legitimized man. I was never that man before Zombie. I was scared, weak, afraid of being someone I'm not but then I discovered who I truly was when I faced you. I was the next scumbag, the next asshole, the ultimate placeholder of a champion. I was the reserve ready to be used when no competition could come back and beat me in the ring. I was nothing until you gave me a purpose.
You deserved it all this year. There was so many other candidates who proved otherwise but you stood out the rest when I faced you. Nathan Chambers, the former Perfection Champion, who defeated Mikey eXtreme to retain the championship. You defeated him at Ultimate Showdown to get the belt back and prove that once again, Zombie McMorris is the greatest Hardcore Champion of 2016. I couldn't amount to your legacy, your shining definition of improving the Hardcore Division. I brought the prestige down, dragged it, ruined it. Nothing in my class could ever amount to the level you brought to the division. I'm following in your footsteps. So let me be the one to admit this: I'm the one who voted you Hardcore Champion of 2016. I'm the one who campaigned on the Pantheon fan site to have everyone vote for you. After all, who else could be the embodiment of Hardcore? In a volcano, damn. Now that my friends, that is even too much compared to my shitty idea of a Glass Casket Match. However, now I need your guidance. My only chance of being happy, free and proud is being challenged by the man that defeated you among with six other opponents in the ring.
I'm in danger. I'm scared and I've crossed a line I can never come back from. You don't understand how dangerous and evil this man is. I've teased him, insulted him, disrespected his family, and even went out to fuck his daughters. I've heard he can do things that are impossible but I broke the sacred rule in his domain. I went after his treasure, dug up all the information I can, pissed on it and blew it in his face. Do you know what that means Mr. McMorris? I made promos talking about his daughters and his pregnant girlfriend. I've opened pandora's box after he warned me not to last week on Sunday Night Slam. The greatest mistake made in human history and my name is attached to it. How do I deal with that? I sleep every night, my nightmares grow stronger every night. I can feel his hands wrapped around my throat, cutting off the air more with every tight squeeze. I can't shake him, he's onto me. He's coming, he's hungry and I let my futile attempts of convincing the world how much he sucks backfire on me. I'm desperate and now I'm on my knees writing on my toilet paper begging for the answers Zombie.
How does a man deal with death running down behind him? Every second in the race, death slowly catches up to the runner before sticking that dagger into his back. How do I get away from my inevitable fate this Sunday at Rise Up? The Hardcore Championship is all I have left now in my possession. Zero Tolerance has forsaken me, my daughter has left me and Andre will obliterate me even if it's the last thing he'll do. How do I truly survive against an angry father plagued by the blood of all who made the same mistake as I have? A true multi-World Champion, two-time Hall of Famer and one of the most dangerous athletes inside the ring. Have I caused my oblivion? Have I ignited my apocalypse? The hands of time are against me, the will of death is upon me. Zero Tolerance shall watch me fall and watch him rise. My only regret is that I could have been more of a man to go into that ring face to face and tell him: "He was the champion all along."
Your student,
Clep JJ OG,
Crazy J.
Thank you. Thank you for giving me an opportunity to showcase that I haven't lost my touch inside the ring. Thank you for giving me the biggest win in my entire career, a match against Legends that I have defeated with all the lost of my worthless talent on that day. August 28, 2016. Revenge. That PPV meant everything to me, the revenge of Crazy J to prove all the critics I was done. I still had enough energy to push out the very last performance, the grandest performance of them all, in that very match. Silencing all the fans who watched the guy they hate the most come out on top against their beloved favorites. You pushed me to my absolute limit, the King of the Internet Division, the Haven of Hardcore and you saw it in my eyes. You knew that even though I could never replicate the success, the legacy you left behind, you let me win in order to become the placeholder until he would come back and take what he saw fit.
These are gonna be the last days of my life and my career. I'm writing to you because although Zero Tolerance and myself especially has tried to slander you and blow you off as a complete failure, you were actually the biggest influence in my WCF career. It's because of you that I have a powerful reign passing one hundred days and it's because of you that no one can deny that my reign has been cemented for all WCF history. It's such a great deal to be standing in that ring with you, fighting against you and being able to see that Zombie McMorris pushed to the absolute limit. You created the real Crazy J, the arrogant, confident, successful and legitimized man. I was never that man before Zombie. I was scared, weak, afraid of being someone I'm not but then I discovered who I truly was when I faced you. I was the next scumbag, the next asshole, the ultimate placeholder of a champion. I was the reserve ready to be used when no competition could come back and beat me in the ring. I was nothing until you gave me a purpose.
You deserved it all this year. There was so many other candidates who proved otherwise but you stood out the rest when I faced you. Nathan Chambers, the former Perfection Champion, who defeated Mikey eXtreme to retain the championship. You defeated him at Ultimate Showdown to get the belt back and prove that once again, Zombie McMorris is the greatest Hardcore Champion of 2016. I couldn't amount to your legacy, your shining definition of improving the Hardcore Division. I brought the prestige down, dragged it, ruined it. Nothing in my class could ever amount to the level you brought to the division. I'm following in your footsteps. So let me be the one to admit this: I'm the one who voted you Hardcore Champion of 2016. I'm the one who campaigned on the Pantheon fan site to have everyone vote for you. After all, who else could be the embodiment of Hardcore? In a volcano, damn. Now that my friends, that is even too much compared to my shitty idea of a Glass Casket Match. However, now I need your guidance. My only chance of being happy, free and proud is being challenged by the man that defeated you among with six other opponents in the ring.
I'm in danger. I'm scared and I've crossed a line I can never come back from. You don't understand how dangerous and evil this man is. I've teased him, insulted him, disrespected his family, and even went out to fuck his daughters. I've heard he can do things that are impossible but I broke the sacred rule in his domain. I went after his treasure, dug up all the information I can, pissed on it and blew it in his face. Do you know what that means Mr. McMorris? I made promos talking about his daughters and his pregnant girlfriend. I've opened pandora's box after he warned me not to last week on Sunday Night Slam. The greatest mistake made in human history and my name is attached to it. How do I deal with that? I sleep every night, my nightmares grow stronger every night. I can feel his hands wrapped around my throat, cutting off the air more with every tight squeeze. I can't shake him, he's onto me. He's coming, he's hungry and I let my futile attempts of convincing the world how much he sucks backfire on me. I'm desperate and now I'm on my knees writing on my toilet paper begging for the answers Zombie.
How does a man deal with death running down behind him? Every second in the race, death slowly catches up to the runner before sticking that dagger into his back. How do I get away from my inevitable fate this Sunday at Rise Up? The Hardcore Championship is all I have left now in my possession. Zero Tolerance has forsaken me, my daughter has left me and Andre will obliterate me even if it's the last thing he'll do. How do I truly survive against an angry father plagued by the blood of all who made the same mistake as I have? A true multi-World Champion, two-time Hall of Famer and one of the most dangerous athletes inside the ring. Have I caused my oblivion? Have I ignited my apocalypse? The hands of time are against me, the will of death is upon me. Zero Tolerance shall watch me fall and watch him rise. My only regret is that I could have been more of a man to go into that ring face to face and tell him: "He was the champion all along."
Your student,
Clep JJ OG,
Crazy J.