Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Jan 26, 2017 23:39:55 GMT -5
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Dear Wade Moor,
Lies. They were all lies Wade. Whatever my brothers at Zero Tolerance has said, whatever the promo I started with to ensure my reputation was kept afloat, they were all lies. ONE was the night where I thought my championship reign would come to an end. I was scared that my words would be shoved down my throat, the usual routine of my career. Funny, isn't it? How I've won so much but in the end, I could never win the war. My biggest fear replicating itself in different conduits. WCF, I thought things could change but when I saw your name against mine; A chance to take my WCF Hardcore Championship. I couldn't allow that history to repeat itself so I hid behind my brothers and used Zero Tolerance to my advantage. I made a choice. Sacrifice the Trios Championship, Zero Tolerance falls to the legendary #BeachKrew as long as the WCF Hardcore Championship remained around my waist. In layman's terms, I used my brothers like cattle for the slaughterhouse in order to present a facade that I beat you.
Bullshit. That word: bullshit. It's been thrown in my face time and time again. It's stuck on the repeat button, why? That's who I am. Bullshit. You did beat me, you beat all of Zero Tolerance and took away my WCF Trios Championship. You took a giant chunk out of my foundation and waved it in my face along with your #BeachKrew brothers. I begged and pleaded Zero Tolerance to come together and form a game plan against Johnny Rabid and Jared Holmes. What were thinking? A bunch aspiring top prospects believing that they could take on the stable that almost took over WCF. Changing the shows, the PPV's, the names of the commentators, receiving every championship gold around their waist. We aspired to be in your level but all I needed was to keep my Hardcore Title then ask for my ZT production to team, "Please make sure Wade Moor looks like he lost to me." However, I can't change the records. Wade Moor defeated Crazy J to become WCF Trios Champion. That record will haunt me for life, you left a stain on my picture. A dirty nasty stain, the insignia of #BeachKrew > Zero Tolerance.
Let's just be honest. Let me be honest for once in my pathetic life. Zero Tolerance came into the WCF thinkin' we had this company in the back. In the past, all the companies we were in have fallen to our demise. We took over each wrestling promotion and ruled it in our favor. Rigging every match to make us look strong, ball hogging all the championships to make our resume look impressive. On the other hand, when we saw WCF giving out the marketing commercials, we wanted to do the same thing. Hellimination was the moment we thought we could prove ourselves to be the greatest stable in history. Pantheon. The perfect time to eradicate the very best of the best and even though we tried, we failed. The WCF Trios Championship was our back up plan and even that failed. Now what? Our way of life has been shattered, all we know has been flushed down the toilet. I couldn't bear to lose that WCF Hardcore Championship, that was the only leverage we had to keep our release slammed on our desks or in our e-mails. We couldn't afford to bail out.
After surviving with the Hardcore Championship at ONE, I couldn't allow you to ruin me. I couldn't allow Wade Moor to get a one up on Crazy J but even that backfired when you chose to team with the same man who wanted what I stole last week on SLAM. You want to know why I didn't get involved with the match? I couldn't risk lookin' like a punk bitch again. Wade Moor, the former WCF World Champion, and Andre Holmes, the former WCF Hardcore Champion, on the same team with one goal in mind: destroying Crazy J before the match even begun. No, this wasn't happening. I couldn't fathom the imagination of you two banging my skull against the canvas. I saw what you did to CJ Phoenix after I took him out to save my own skin, I witnessed his body broken in half and Andre pointing at me. I felt it. It was frightening, terrifying to watch. Wade. I felt the soul of your Godly power reach into my mind, break my spirit and show me a premonition. He was going to kill me, decapitate me and send my head on a silver platter to Zero Tolerance's reception desk.
Wade. You pinned me at Hellimination, you took my Trios Championship at ONE and last week on SLAM, I ran away from you. I'm sorry Wade. I'm making peace with my demons of #BeachKrew. On behalf of Zero Tolerance, I apologize for not taking you seriously. I apologize for using my brothers as a shield to escape with the only thing holding my career in WCF together. I apologize for slandering your name, the name of a former WCF World Champion and legendary athlete inside the ring. Your head on my wall, it shall be taken down. That poorly made replica will be returned back to you because you my God, I have failed you. You've shown me a better way to live, to fight and now I've shall take it to my grave. I will honor you. Rise Up, your friend walks down that aisle and takes my life. All those times I have never beaten you will rush through my mind and let me see it in everlasting glory. I'm sorry Wade. Please forgive me in the afterlife, seek me out and send me to Heaven absolving me of my sins. I need you Wade, I need you, my Lord.
Your worshiper,
Clep JJ OG,
Crazy J.
Lies. They were all lies Wade. Whatever my brothers at Zero Tolerance has said, whatever the promo I started with to ensure my reputation was kept afloat, they were all lies. ONE was the night where I thought my championship reign would come to an end. I was scared that my words would be shoved down my throat, the usual routine of my career. Funny, isn't it? How I've won so much but in the end, I could never win the war. My biggest fear replicating itself in different conduits. WCF, I thought things could change but when I saw your name against mine; A chance to take my WCF Hardcore Championship. I couldn't allow that history to repeat itself so I hid behind my brothers and used Zero Tolerance to my advantage. I made a choice. Sacrifice the Trios Championship, Zero Tolerance falls to the legendary #BeachKrew as long as the WCF Hardcore Championship remained around my waist. In layman's terms, I used my brothers like cattle for the slaughterhouse in order to present a facade that I beat you.
Bullshit. That word: bullshit. It's been thrown in my face time and time again. It's stuck on the repeat button, why? That's who I am. Bullshit. You did beat me, you beat all of Zero Tolerance and took away my WCF Trios Championship. You took a giant chunk out of my foundation and waved it in my face along with your #BeachKrew brothers. I begged and pleaded Zero Tolerance to come together and form a game plan against Johnny Rabid and Jared Holmes. What were thinking? A bunch aspiring top prospects believing that they could take on the stable that almost took over WCF. Changing the shows, the PPV's, the names of the commentators, receiving every championship gold around their waist. We aspired to be in your level but all I needed was to keep my Hardcore Title then ask for my ZT production to team, "Please make sure Wade Moor looks like he lost to me." However, I can't change the records. Wade Moor defeated Crazy J to become WCF Trios Champion. That record will haunt me for life, you left a stain on my picture. A dirty nasty stain, the insignia of #BeachKrew > Zero Tolerance.
Let's just be honest. Let me be honest for once in my pathetic life. Zero Tolerance came into the WCF thinkin' we had this company in the back. In the past, all the companies we were in have fallen to our demise. We took over each wrestling promotion and ruled it in our favor. Rigging every match to make us look strong, ball hogging all the championships to make our resume look impressive. On the other hand, when we saw WCF giving out the marketing commercials, we wanted to do the same thing. Hellimination was the moment we thought we could prove ourselves to be the greatest stable in history. Pantheon. The perfect time to eradicate the very best of the best and even though we tried, we failed. The WCF Trios Championship was our back up plan and even that failed. Now what? Our way of life has been shattered, all we know has been flushed down the toilet. I couldn't bear to lose that WCF Hardcore Championship, that was the only leverage we had to keep our release slammed on our desks or in our e-mails. We couldn't afford to bail out.
After surviving with the Hardcore Championship at ONE, I couldn't allow you to ruin me. I couldn't allow Wade Moor to get a one up on Crazy J but even that backfired when you chose to team with the same man who wanted what I stole last week on SLAM. You want to know why I didn't get involved with the match? I couldn't risk lookin' like a punk bitch again. Wade Moor, the former WCF World Champion, and Andre Holmes, the former WCF Hardcore Champion, on the same team with one goal in mind: destroying Crazy J before the match even begun. No, this wasn't happening. I couldn't fathom the imagination of you two banging my skull against the canvas. I saw what you did to CJ Phoenix after I took him out to save my own skin, I witnessed his body broken in half and Andre pointing at me. I felt it. It was frightening, terrifying to watch. Wade. I felt the soul of your Godly power reach into my mind, break my spirit and show me a premonition. He was going to kill me, decapitate me and send my head on a silver platter to Zero Tolerance's reception desk.
Wade. You pinned me at Hellimination, you took my Trios Championship at ONE and last week on SLAM, I ran away from you. I'm sorry Wade. I'm making peace with my demons of #BeachKrew. On behalf of Zero Tolerance, I apologize for not taking you seriously. I apologize for using my brothers as a shield to escape with the only thing holding my career in WCF together. I apologize for slandering your name, the name of a former WCF World Champion and legendary athlete inside the ring. Your head on my wall, it shall be taken down. That poorly made replica will be returned back to you because you my God, I have failed you. You've shown me a better way to live, to fight and now I've shall take it to my grave. I will honor you. Rise Up, your friend walks down that aisle and takes my life. All those times I have never beaten you will rush through my mind and let me see it in everlasting glory. I'm sorry Wade. Please forgive me in the afterlife, seek me out and send me to Heaven absolving me of my sins. I need you Wade, I need you, my Lord.
Your worshiper,
Clep JJ OG,
Crazy J.