Post by Chief Tom-O-Hawk on Jun 4, 2016 19:27:12 GMT -5
# Created on Jun 4, 2016 6:51:53 PM
Nathan Chambers/James Chevalier/Stuart Slane vs Teddy Blaze/Zombie McMorris/Freezer Burn
I sat in the pew, head down, chin resting on the back of my intertwined hands. It had been a long time since I had been here. I was sitting in a Catholic church for the first time in almost eight years. I had lost sight of it, and still hadn't found a Christian self. But I needed someone to talk to. God was always there right? Or atleast that's what i had been told.
I looked forward, staring at the enormous statue of Jesus crucified at the cross. I stared at the wounds on his hands and feet. He had died for the people. The same people who had lynched him, and had not believed. Somehow I could relate. I could picture myself being nailed to that cross, crucified for being a GOD.
All the stress of this sport had started to build up. Losses to very unlikely competitors. Winning a non-world title shot. The catastrophe of the Trios Tourney. LLosing my non-world title shot because of Seth shredding all the contracts, backtage bull that barely involved a quarter of the roster. "Quit thinking like that!" I mumbled to myself. I had no idea when my life had taken this sharp downward spiral, but I could already feel that the ending was going to be catastrophic. There was bound to be some sort of loss. It's how it always ended. Call it unlucky, call it fate. Whatever it was, I was growing tired of the constant roller coaster ride with my emotions. I wasn't able to take much more.
I continued to stare at the large cross, wondering how the Son of God had changed so many lives. I wondered what people saw when they looked at him. Or maybe even what they felt. Guilt? Sorrow? Joy? I had felt all those things in the span of a week and so much more, yet religion had nothing to do with it.
I began to grow angry. I had gone to the church to look for some sort of sign. A sign that everything would be alright. I hadn't seen anything for the entire hour I had been there. I stared the statue of Jesus in the face, and readied myself. "Fuck you God! I don't need you. You've never looked out for me or anybody I know before, why would you start now? I'm greater than any Son of God. I am Freezer Burn. The true MESSIAH."
I smirked, and arose from the pew. I had come to God's house, and spit in his face. Who was I kidding. I looked down on God just as I did everyone else. I was my own man, with my own responsibilities. I didn't need followers to preach my message. I am a GOD! There is no one else like me. I do what I want, when I want. And there is nothing that the Jesus, or the almighty God can do to stop me. I am an immortal. Forever to be remembered.
I am the leader of all Saints. Nathan Chambers, James Chevalier, Stuart Slane, mortals in the game of immortals. Peons in the life of kings. Bullet sponges used by the likes of generals. I rule supreme in this house now. In this house, you will only pray to Freezer Burn.
All these people are hating on Freezer Burn. I had the hype coming in, and I delivered. What did that do to my name? Nothing. Sorry, was I supposed to care? I am a sanctimonious son of a bitch. I am my own god. And for all the ability of my so called opponents within the ring .. hell .. I'll gladly tip a toast. I'll eagerly let them have the sloppy seconds of any brothel girl or ring rat as far as that is concerned. Hell.. I would even sit down inside KFC to a bucket of extra crispy and talk highlights about they're failures of a career.
Don't you realize that I'm untouchable? I am the number one contender to all titles, no contract needed, and I will bring respect and glory back to whatever title I hold. I will remove the tarnishes from the title's legacy. I will eradicate the memory of false champions that held that belt, names like Kat Phoenix, Logan, Dag Riddiculous. I'm the Wrestling GOD remember? Chevalier ... you're just some Jabroni trying to ride another's coat tails to fame.
I'd curb you. Simple enough.
I don't apologize for overlooking second rate talent like Chambers. I've been busy, realize you come second. But to put me, Wayne Hammon, in the ring against these three jabronis? I see what you're trying to do, it won't work. You cant keep me down. I'm far too great to losing to some halfwit wannabes. Immortality and fame ave never been property of WCF ... it belonged to me. And as far as facing against Slane is concerned.
Time to show who the real bitch is.
Slane, you're quite pitiful. You think I want to face you? Don't think twice. I don't face 'has beens'. Far too easy for me. I look for a challenge. But I appreciate you thinking you can stand with legends and gods, especially from some STD carrying whore. I've got to admit, I'm impressed with your showing, or at least I will be for about 2 seconds.
Now i'll show you what its like to be a GOD.
I know youve been disappointed, not hearing from me and all, but I've been busy. Real busy. You think you stand a chance in the ring with someone as good as myself? You certainly do need therapy. Every man, woman, or child has a chance. Slane you're chances are better than Chevalier or Chambers, but that will not stop me from doing what inevitably will be done.
But Slane, seriously, what are you thinking? Here I am. Still on time. I am your GOD, so all your time is my time. Looks like Freezer Burn showed up this week. Owned this bitch. You know you cant hold me down. Im the Wrestling God, remember?
Get ready Slane. Down the road our paths will meet again, this time in a singles match, Im gonna show you why this is a man's sport Slane. Shouldn't you be home making a sandwich, or doing housework, or popping out children to some lower-middle class office jerk?
You couldn't even blow me.
I'm levels above you. Simply put.
There is only one GOD in the WCF.
THAT
IS
ME
.. is Odin still around?
Nathan Chambers/James Chevalier/Stuart Slane vs Teddy Blaze/Zombie McMorris/Freezer Burn
I sat in the pew, head down, chin resting on the back of my intertwined hands. It had been a long time since I had been here. I was sitting in a Catholic church for the first time in almost eight years. I had lost sight of it, and still hadn't found a Christian self. But I needed someone to talk to. God was always there right? Or atleast that's what i had been told.
I looked forward, staring at the enormous statue of Jesus crucified at the cross. I stared at the wounds on his hands and feet. He had died for the people. The same people who had lynched him, and had not believed. Somehow I could relate. I could picture myself being nailed to that cross, crucified for being a GOD.
All the stress of this sport had started to build up. Losses to very unlikely competitors. Winning a non-world title shot. The catastrophe of the Trios Tourney. LLosing my non-world title shot because of Seth shredding all the contracts, backtage bull that barely involved a quarter of the roster. "Quit thinking like that!" I mumbled to myself. I had no idea when my life had taken this sharp downward spiral, but I could already feel that the ending was going to be catastrophic. There was bound to be some sort of loss. It's how it always ended. Call it unlucky, call it fate. Whatever it was, I was growing tired of the constant roller coaster ride with my emotions. I wasn't able to take much more.
I continued to stare at the large cross, wondering how the Son of God had changed so many lives. I wondered what people saw when they looked at him. Or maybe even what they felt. Guilt? Sorrow? Joy? I had felt all those things in the span of a week and so much more, yet religion had nothing to do with it.
I began to grow angry. I had gone to the church to look for some sort of sign. A sign that everything would be alright. I hadn't seen anything for the entire hour I had been there. I stared the statue of Jesus in the face, and readied myself. "Fuck you God! I don't need you. You've never looked out for me or anybody I know before, why would you start now? I'm greater than any Son of God. I am Freezer Burn. The true MESSIAH."
I smirked, and arose from the pew. I had come to God's house, and spit in his face. Who was I kidding. I looked down on God just as I did everyone else. I was my own man, with my own responsibilities. I didn't need followers to preach my message. I am a GOD! There is no one else like me. I do what I want, when I want. And there is nothing that the Jesus, or the almighty God can do to stop me. I am an immortal. Forever to be remembered.
I am the leader of all Saints. Nathan Chambers, James Chevalier, Stuart Slane, mortals in the game of immortals. Peons in the life of kings. Bullet sponges used by the likes of generals. I rule supreme in this house now. In this house, you will only pray to Freezer Burn.
All these people are hating on Freezer Burn. I had the hype coming in, and I delivered. What did that do to my name? Nothing. Sorry, was I supposed to care? I am a sanctimonious son of a bitch. I am my own god. And for all the ability of my so called opponents within the ring .. hell .. I'll gladly tip a toast. I'll eagerly let them have the sloppy seconds of any brothel girl or ring rat as far as that is concerned. Hell.. I would even sit down inside KFC to a bucket of extra crispy and talk highlights about they're failures of a career.
Don't you realize that I'm untouchable? I am the number one contender to all titles, no contract needed, and I will bring respect and glory back to whatever title I hold. I will remove the tarnishes from the title's legacy. I will eradicate the memory of false champions that held that belt, names like Kat Phoenix, Logan, Dag Riddiculous. I'm the Wrestling GOD remember? Chevalier ... you're just some Jabroni trying to ride another's coat tails to fame.
I'd curb you. Simple enough.
I don't apologize for overlooking second rate talent like Chambers. I've been busy, realize you come second. But to put me, Wayne Hammon, in the ring against these three jabronis? I see what you're trying to do, it won't work. You cant keep me down. I'm far too great to losing to some halfwit wannabes. Immortality and fame ave never been property of WCF ... it belonged to me. And as far as facing against Slane is concerned.
Time to show who the real bitch is.
Slane, you're quite pitiful. You think I want to face you? Don't think twice. I don't face 'has beens'. Far too easy for me. I look for a challenge. But I appreciate you thinking you can stand with legends and gods, especially from some STD carrying whore. I've got to admit, I'm impressed with your showing, or at least I will be for about 2 seconds.
Now i'll show you what its like to be a GOD.
I know youve been disappointed, not hearing from me and all, but I've been busy. Real busy. You think you stand a chance in the ring with someone as good as myself? You certainly do need therapy. Every man, woman, or child has a chance. Slane you're chances are better than Chevalier or Chambers, but that will not stop me from doing what inevitably will be done.
But Slane, seriously, what are you thinking? Here I am. Still on time. I am your GOD, so all your time is my time. Looks like Freezer Burn showed up this week. Owned this bitch. You know you cant hold me down. Im the Wrestling God, remember?
Get ready Slane. Down the road our paths will meet again, this time in a singles match, Im gonna show you why this is a man's sport Slane. Shouldn't you be home making a sandwich, or doing housework, or popping out children to some lower-middle class office jerk?
You couldn't even blow me.
I'm levels above you. Simply put.
There is only one GOD in the WCF.
THAT
IS
ME
.. is Odin still around?
