Post by Earth-616 Holmes on Jan 28, 2017 23:39:00 GMT -5
Dear Crazy J,
What is your deal? What is your issue with the color of my skin because if you want the truth? The only color I'm looking forward to seeing is red. Red Crazy J. Red. Red is going to be the only color of race that matters in the WCF Hardcore Championship match at Rise Up. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania will be the match where I bust your head open so wide, your brains will be leaking out. Putting your brain in your own hands so you can speak your mind. That's the reason why you'll never be a champion after Sunday because you spend so much time attacking the one thing all the shitty ass heels in the promotion do. You, Katherine Phoenix who should be dead, Dag Riddik who still can't even win the International Title, Salem Shepard who follows you because he has no sense of independence, Jason Cash currently getting fucked up by Adam Young.
You see that list? Those are the list of people I've beaten, the list of people who will never have more success than I do and you are at the top of that list. That makes you a man who cannot have any original ideas and can't focus on what's really important. You talk over and over.
"my name is crazy j and i gonna win hardcore title. i best of all time, zero tolerance all day."
Why? Why are you the best? Why? I have yet to find a reason why I should think you are the best when I've seen people do WAY better than you including myself. My success in the WCF branches far more than yours and here you are dropping promos more than I at one point literally saying the same shit over and over without any proof to back it up. The only thing you have to say is how you defeated Oblivion, Zombie McMorris and Doc Henry to win the belt after that, you've gone down hill. Your slope was rising and rising. It hit its peak in your Hardcore Title match win then fell drastically after you couldn't hold the title in a fair match against Wade Moor. Oh, let me just say this. No, Wade Moor has beaten you three times and you still can't be a man to realize that. You went behind his back, created some shitty picture of his head on a plaque then said that you beat him. No, you escaped. There's a difference between beating someone and escaping someone. Allow me to say it bigger so you understand.
Wade Moor beat Crazy J three times but Crazy J has this fucked up idea that he wasn't pinned at One although being pinned by Wade Moor at Hellmination, he won the match still.
Now ladies and gentlemen of the jury, if this is a logical statement, then shouldn't I be the Hardcore Champion since Crazy J didn't pin me at our match last week? Hmm I thought so. The logic compared from that statement is completely out of this world. Well done Crazy J, well done. For a shadow of a doubt, I thought you would actually pull your big boy pants up and be a man but apparently, you surprised me. I'm not easily surprised not am I easily impressed but your stupidity and lack of better judgement has done so. Do you feel proud of yourself? Making up excuses on a daily basis to keep yourself looking more of an idiot than you already are? I guess someone here needs to learn that excuses can only take you so far. When someone beats me, I own up to it. I admit it even if it hurts me down to the rotten core, I am man enough to admit they were the better man.
Make me a promise right now. When I beat you at Rise Up, you will wrap that WCF Hardcore Championship around MY waist and if there is even a possibility you beat me, I will do the same to you. That's what warriors do. We show honor and respect to each other after we leave it all down in the match but I have a feeling this match is without honor. You made it without honor. The moment this racist motherfucker brought my kids and my girlfriend into this, all that honor has been thrown out of the window. You think you were going to get an easy pass? I'm going rip the flesh from your very body, wear it around me like a new Vogue Summer coat. Strut into Zero Tolerance's office and say hey "I'm the new boss, check out my coat. Crazy J made it for me out of his own flesh." What a nice chap. Fuckin' piece of shit you are.
What do you have to say to me now Crazy J? You've said everything you can after the first three you dro- no. You've used all the material from social media while I'm just getting started. You're done. Your fuel tank has reached empty, your mileage has reached it's peak. Now you are running on fumes, begging the rest of your Zero Tolerance members to step in.
Your story, I ruined it.
Your career, I ruined it.
Your life, I ruined it.
You, I ruined it.
I broke you. I broke you down to the inch of your core and in return, you broke yourself. This is easy the champion of the Hardcore Division can be broken. Imagine how much I will break you with my hands more than my words. It's simple mathematics. You cannot fuckin' defeat a man who knows you limb from limb. Crazy J, I'm taking your head on a silver platter and then I'm going to beat you within an inch of your life. Watch you fuckin' cry in agony as I raise MY WCF Hardcore Championship in the air over your mutilated and broken body.
Crazy J.
You're done.
You lost.
Goodbye.
What is your deal? What is your issue with the color of my skin because if you want the truth? The only color I'm looking forward to seeing is red. Red Crazy J. Red. Red is going to be the only color of race that matters in the WCF Hardcore Championship match at Rise Up. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania will be the match where I bust your head open so wide, your brains will be leaking out. Putting your brain in your own hands so you can speak your mind. That's the reason why you'll never be a champion after Sunday because you spend so much time attacking the one thing all the shitty ass heels in the promotion do. You, Katherine Phoenix who should be dead, Dag Riddik who still can't even win the International Title, Salem Shepard who follows you because he has no sense of independence, Jason Cash currently getting fucked up by Adam Young.
You see that list? Those are the list of people I've beaten, the list of people who will never have more success than I do and you are at the top of that list. That makes you a man who cannot have any original ideas and can't focus on what's really important. You talk over and over.
"my name is crazy j and i gonna win hardcore title. i best of all time, zero tolerance all day."
Why? Why are you the best? Why? I have yet to find a reason why I should think you are the best when I've seen people do WAY better than you including myself. My success in the WCF branches far more than yours and here you are dropping promos more than I at one point literally saying the same shit over and over without any proof to back it up. The only thing you have to say is how you defeated Oblivion, Zombie McMorris and Doc Henry to win the belt after that, you've gone down hill. Your slope was rising and rising. It hit its peak in your Hardcore Title match win then fell drastically after you couldn't hold the title in a fair match against Wade Moor. Oh, let me just say this. No, Wade Moor has beaten you three times and you still can't be a man to realize that. You went behind his back, created some shitty picture of his head on a plaque then said that you beat him. No, you escaped. There's a difference between beating someone and escaping someone. Allow me to say it bigger so you understand.
Wade Moor beat Crazy J three times but Crazy J has this fucked up idea that he wasn't pinned at One although being pinned by Wade Moor at Hellmination, he won the match still.
Now ladies and gentlemen of the jury, if this is a logical statement, then shouldn't I be the Hardcore Champion since Crazy J didn't pin me at our match last week? Hmm I thought so. The logic compared from that statement is completely out of this world. Well done Crazy J, well done. For a shadow of a doubt, I thought you would actually pull your big boy pants up and be a man but apparently, you surprised me. I'm not easily surprised not am I easily impressed but your stupidity and lack of better judgement has done so. Do you feel proud of yourself? Making up excuses on a daily basis to keep yourself looking more of an idiot than you already are? I guess someone here needs to learn that excuses can only take you so far. When someone beats me, I own up to it. I admit it even if it hurts me down to the rotten core, I am man enough to admit they were the better man.
Make me a promise right now. When I beat you at Rise Up, you will wrap that WCF Hardcore Championship around MY waist and if there is even a possibility you beat me, I will do the same to you. That's what warriors do. We show honor and respect to each other after we leave it all down in the match but I have a feeling this match is without honor. You made it without honor. The moment this racist motherfucker brought my kids and my girlfriend into this, all that honor has been thrown out of the window. You think you were going to get an easy pass? I'm going rip the flesh from your very body, wear it around me like a new Vogue Summer coat. Strut into Zero Tolerance's office and say hey "I'm the new boss, check out my coat. Crazy J made it for me out of his own flesh." What a nice chap. Fuckin' piece of shit you are.
What do you have to say to me now Crazy J? You've said everything you can after the first three you dro- no. You've used all the material from social media while I'm just getting started. You're done. Your fuel tank has reached empty, your mileage has reached it's peak. Now you are running on fumes, begging the rest of your Zero Tolerance members to step in.
Your story, I ruined it.
Your career, I ruined it.
Your life, I ruined it.
You, I ruined it.
I broke you. I broke you down to the inch of your core and in return, you broke yourself. This is easy the champion of the Hardcore Division can be broken. Imagine how much I will break you with my hands more than my words. It's simple mathematics. You cannot fuckin' defeat a man who knows you limb from limb. Crazy J, I'm taking your head on a silver platter and then I'm going to beat you within an inch of your life. Watch you fuckin' cry in agony as I raise MY WCF Hardcore Championship in the air over your mutilated and broken body.
Crazy J.
You're done.
You lost.
Goodbye.