Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2014 19:08:31 GMT -5
These are the eyes that can't see me
These are the hands that drop your trust
These are the boots that kick you around
This is the tongue that speaks on the inside
look, another new guy crying because he lost. #gettingold
These are the ears that ring with hate
This is the face that'll never change
This is the fist that grinds you down
This is the voice of silence no more
The sound of scissors snipping, of electric trimmers clipping, the husky laugh of a confident Onyx.
It's time to shed the old skin. This hair, this mustache, the speaking in riddles, having nobody understand the pictures I try to paint. It all goes away starting today. No, I'm not going to dumb anything down for you fuckers, I'm just going to be a little more direct. Okay, a LOT more direct.
These are the legs in circles run
This is the beating you'll never know
These are the lips that taste no freedom
This is the feel that's not so safe
curb all that nonsensical Satanism hogwash
This is the face that you'll never change
This is the god that ain't so pure
This is the god that is not pure
This is the voice of silence no more
The sound of a book being slammed shut. The sound of fire crackling.
It's time I close the book. Anton, you've given me much to live by, but these people will never understand. They only know one way, and that is to live with their own delusions of grandeur. To live in their own protective safety nets. They feel they cannot fall because others will help them up. They've never truly lived without a net.
This is the face that stones you cold
This is the moment that needs to breathe
These are the claws that scratch these wounds
This is the pain that never leaves
The sound of tapping, chiseling, followed by the sound of a sledgehammer breaking rocks.
It's time to break the mold. Time for the blinders to come off, the filters to be removed, and time to shake up this company like nobody else has done. At Payback, I saw this place like it really was. An exclusive club where only the connected get the spoils while the rest of us get shit on. And I'm not talking about just the "new guys". No, I've seen it with my own eyes, heard the rumblings backstage. It's the outsiders; the ones who are not happy with the status quo.
This is the tongue that whips you down
This is the burden of every man
These are the screams that pierce your skin
This is the voice of silence no more
Hey Doc, I took your advice. What do you think?! No more hogwash... be careful what you wish for.
I said it after Payback, and I will say it again. I have nothing to lose here in WCF. I can walk away today but then the assholes at the top would say they won. They'd dismiss me as another "newb" who lost a match and cried about it... wait...
All I'm hearing from you Mr. Onyx is "WAH WAH WAH"! #NewbCrybaby #LearnToDeal #EricPriceKnowsBest
Oh wait, seems they already do that. Sorry, bitches, but I'm not going anywhere. I mean, you can TRY to silence me, I'd love the challenge. I know I got under the skin of some of you, the fact that you went out of your way to show me so, and tell me so, was truly appreciated.
Fact is, I wouldn't fight a single one of you. Not here. I mean, really, why do it among such biased people? Why fight you when your safety nets protect you from any REAL danger? Not a SINGLE ONE OF YOU has what it takes to beat me in a fair fight, not here in your safe and secure confines of this place. You've become so acclimated to your cushy positions, the disdain that comes from your mouths is... well, laughable. Aww, is your pillow not cool enough? Do you want a drink of water? You are all a bunch of crybaby kids who think their very existence on this earth is enough to demand it all and expect to have it. Trust me, what you deserve will come sooner than you realize.
This is the test of flesh and soul
This is the trap that smells so good
This is the flood that drains these eyes
These are the looks that chill to the bone
So, seeing as you'd never beat me in any sort of FAIR situation, you'll resort to unfair situations. Perhaps you'll ban me like you did... raYne, I think his name was? Another one who had independent thoughts that went against the status quo, so the big guns threw their ball sacks over their shoulders and ushered him out the door. I double-dog dare you to pull something like that on me. I might be the de facto mouthpiece, but you have to realize there are others just like me in your little congregation. People who, like me, are tired of being silent. Are tired of the bullshit. Are tired of being screwed. You'd also be proving my point that this place doesn't like independent thought, free speech... outsiders.
These are the fears that swing over head
These are the weights that hold you down
This is the end that will never end
This is the voice of silence no more
So, what then, huh? Ignore me in hopes that I'll simply get tired? You don't get it, I get off on this stuff. The exposing of hypocrisy, bullshit, lies, it's what I do. Every company I've worked for, same thing. Explore the underbelly, expose the bullshit, the company dies. And you assholes just make it SOOOOO... EEEEEEEEAAAAAAASSSSSSSSYYYYYYYYY! With one word, I can gut this company, I have that power. I guarantee I could lead a mass exodus right out the fucking door that would bankrupt this company in a manner of weeks. I know, I've done it. Repeatedly. Try me.
This is the cloud that swallows trust
This is the black that uncolors us
This is the face that you hide from
This is the mask that comes undone
There is only ONE thing I want, and I know I will not get it. So you can bet that day after day, week after week, hour after hour, you are going to have me in your faces, on your minds, and under your skin, and do you know why? Because I have the power, and you don't.
Thing is, I'm not even going to tell you what I want, because you will do all that you can to screw me out of getting it. You've already proven how quickly you'll screw somebody over. So, I'm going to keep you guessing, keep you on your toes while I slowly dissect and cut away at this company's very foundation.
Yeah, yeah, I hear the snickering. I hear the gerbils in your heads. The man is an idiot, who does he think he is, he's setting himself up to fail. I hear it all, and I'm going to let you think that. In fact, I want you all to look at me like I'm nothing. I invite all of you to look down your noses at me. I want each and every one of you assholes to dismiss me. You know, because I'm going nowhere fast. You can't imagine how much seeing your reactions and reading your stupid little tweets makes me smile. Like puppets on a string.
Fact is... I'm sexist, I'm racist, I'm misogynistic, I'm egotistical, I'm a full-blown asshole... I am everything you want to believe I am. I'm you... reflected.
What, you didn't realize it? Maybe just didn't want to admit it, even if it was just to yourself. Or MAYBE you didn't want to admit... I'm right. All of this... is YOUR doing. I was quite content being the old Satanist on the bus. Hell, I even built myself a bit of an unbeaten streak. Nobody has yet to pin me or make me submit. And nobody will. Seifer, I'll get to you soon.
So, why go through this transformation? You did this.
YOU.
BROUGHT.
THIS.
UPON.
YOURSELVES.
And I thank you. I thank you for bringing this out of me. The ability to be exactly who I want to be, need to be. I thank you for being the pathetic, scum-sucking, egotistical douchebags you really are; you give me immeasurable amounts of material to throw back in your pathetic, scum-sucking, egotistical douchebaggy faces. I thank you for showing your true colors; the greens of envy, the reds of embarrassment, the blues of sadness, and the yellows of cowardice. And I thank you for being completely and utterly predictable. Really, there were only so many options, and I've planned for every single one of them.
SEIFER! I want to apologize to you. You see, when I answered your challenge, I was looking at the grand Payback stage, where I would use you as a leaping off point to bigger and better things. And then Payback happened. I was given a great piece of meat, the Television Title, just to have it taken away by questionable officiating. You had the opportunity to get your hands on the Toxic Twins, Sarah Fleshlight and her Buttplug Lilith, only to be saddled with a partner you couldn't depend on. And I'm sorry that this week, I'm going to extend your streak of bad luck.
I don't care that you got screwed at Payback. We all know it, I don't need to have it replayed to me. I don't care that you're going to want to use me to make a statement. You can try, but come on, you third-rate Juggalo, do you REALLY see that happening? I don't. I don't care that your wife ruined your big return, grew a set, and joined S-PAC. I don't even care that your tag partner Matt is injured, or that your wife screwed over your partner's wife. You know, that's a whole lot of fucking in there, hope you filmed that shit.
Fact is, Seifer, you're nowhere near 100%, not after the last couple of weeks you've had. And I'm just the kind of guy who will take advantage. Not physically, and surely not emotionally or mentally. Your world's starting to crack, and trust me, I have a sledgehammer and I don't miss. I will shatter your universe. See, uh, I kind of got this new edge to me, and well, with it comes a new level of... REALLY NOT GIVING A FUCK! I've given enough, and now I'm taking. Your dignity, your spot on the ladder... Chelsea. Still deciding on whether I just take her for the hour, or whether I use her to reflect everything you wished you had. Power, talent, stroke, and the girl.
Yeah, I'm getting repetitive, but I'm just making sure you get it, because after I step over you, I don't want you making excuses and wondering what happened. I told you what will happen. I will win, you will lose, and I won't be looking over my shoulder. You're behind me, and after Slam, I just... might... be... behind... HER!
This monster lives
