Post by James Wolf on Apr 2, 2018 0:04:54 GMT -5
The WCF camera crew are exclusively filming their superstars and one such man is Christian Rivers. He is not a very happy man for a multitude of reasons. Tonight was just the moment where everything boiled over with the powers that be. The last thing he wanted was cameras stuck in his face asking what was wrong or being told he is "contractually" obligated to speak in order to get that big fat bonus that was written in the fine print of his contract. The powers that be. What a bunch of failures. After they promised him a nice little surprise to shake up the WCF again it fell through. With politics it was always something. You always has to wait until it was on their time frame and not yours. Once Christian Rivers was "contractually obligated to say his part this is what is was recorded and unedited.
"Samuel "The Animal" McPherson, I don't know whose dick you had to suck in order to walk away with the win tonight but understand that I wasn't in on the decision to just lay down and take another loss. Because All you did was read a bogus Internet report and you got pissed because I called you a "Whimpering Pussy" because the fact remains that's all you really are. You should change your nick name to that because you certainly are no animal! Weak ass bitch who had to go whimpering to the powers that be that you were better when everybody knows you aren't shit! I'm fucking stick of everything around here. I'm sick of being taken for granted because I'm not your typical wrestler. Being unique is suppose to get you some where but I guess in WCF nobody is unique. Everybody has to walk around here after getting fucked around with a smilie on their face! Well, I'm not fucking happy, and as the days turn to weeks, and the weeks turn to months I still won't be happy because it's always something. That much you can count on! Oh and Samuel, least I forget you've made a bold face liar out of yourself. Because I've never once repeated myself about anybody. Yet some how you can turn a promo in when they don't count and the brain dead powers that be along with yourself have a big circle jerk with delight. Meanwhile, I get more back stage run around while everybody including the new owner Corey Black just does whatever the fuck they want and I'm suppose to be happy while more of the same occurs. Call this a shoot if you must. If it makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside but I can admit to rust but I can also admit when that rust is gone. When you're promised something and it falls to the way side you get disappointed. You feel let down and then you feel like nobody is paying attention. Everybody has been making a name at my expense and I'm fucking sick of it!
Christian Rivers then walks over to the door to his locker room. He pushes it open, and he pulls a blue gym bag out that you at first believe to be his gear, but it's actually not his gear at all.
"Blogger.com is not a source I would go to for future reference. Just come to the man himself and ask the question. The reason you went to blogger.com who is about as credible as The Onion is because you knew I'd give you an answer you didn't like. You knew it deep down in your bones and you did it anyway because you Samuel do not have an original bone in your body. The truth fucking hurts and no matter what you do you won't be able to dispute this fact. A win doesn't mean shit. I have zero respect for you and I have zero respect for the powers that be for very different reasons. But because you think what you put out was the truth and I knew different you're going to face my wrath. Samuel, you should watch what comes out of your mouth. It makes no sense. While that may be compliant with the WCF it's not compliant with me. You can do what you want and say what you want but I know the truth about you and I know for a fact that you are nothing! Oh and one more thing before I forget. WCF please don't put me in competition for the Hardcore Title. I don't want that piece of filth any where near me. I'm okay with not being the garbage champion. You can keep the belts that belong in the trash. Samuel, you really put your foot in your mouth. It's lodged in there so far I doubt you can remove it. Whatever the reason for the powers that be fucking mr over again know this. You can't keep fucking me over because I refuse to be your punching bag. The results have always been the same but if you can't give me what I want I'm going to randomly pick somebody and take what I want. Whether or not it gets me banned from WCF. Mr. Corey Black I'll be coming after you if things in the WCF if things don't improve. The WCF won't be able to stop me and your roster won't be able to stop me either. I'm making you a guarantee that I will fuck your world up because mine gas been fucked over too much and I need somebody to see things from my way and placing you in the Death Sentence just may make me happy. Corey don't make me take this form of action. Or do its your choice.
Christian Rivers goes into his locker room and shuts the door without revealing what the surprise was in his gym bag. We then immediately go to static.
"Samuel "The Animal" McPherson, I don't know whose dick you had to suck in order to walk away with the win tonight but understand that I wasn't in on the decision to just lay down and take another loss. Because All you did was read a bogus Internet report and you got pissed because I called you a "Whimpering Pussy" because the fact remains that's all you really are. You should change your nick name to that because you certainly are no animal! Weak ass bitch who had to go whimpering to the powers that be that you were better when everybody knows you aren't shit! I'm fucking stick of everything around here. I'm sick of being taken for granted because I'm not your typical wrestler. Being unique is suppose to get you some where but I guess in WCF nobody is unique. Everybody has to walk around here after getting fucked around with a smilie on their face! Well, I'm not fucking happy, and as the days turn to weeks, and the weeks turn to months I still won't be happy because it's always something. That much you can count on! Oh and Samuel, least I forget you've made a bold face liar out of yourself. Because I've never once repeated myself about anybody. Yet some how you can turn a promo in when they don't count and the brain dead powers that be along with yourself have a big circle jerk with delight. Meanwhile, I get more back stage run around while everybody including the new owner Corey Black just does whatever the fuck they want and I'm suppose to be happy while more of the same occurs. Call this a shoot if you must. If it makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside but I can admit to rust but I can also admit when that rust is gone. When you're promised something and it falls to the way side you get disappointed. You feel let down and then you feel like nobody is paying attention. Everybody has been making a name at my expense and I'm fucking sick of it!
Christian Rivers then walks over to the door to his locker room. He pushes it open, and he pulls a blue gym bag out that you at first believe to be his gear, but it's actually not his gear at all.
"Blogger.com is not a source I would go to for future reference. Just come to the man himself and ask the question. The reason you went to blogger.com who is about as credible as The Onion is because you knew I'd give you an answer you didn't like. You knew it deep down in your bones and you did it anyway because you Samuel do not have an original bone in your body. The truth fucking hurts and no matter what you do you won't be able to dispute this fact. A win doesn't mean shit. I have zero respect for you and I have zero respect for the powers that be for very different reasons. But because you think what you put out was the truth and I knew different you're going to face my wrath. Samuel, you should watch what comes out of your mouth. It makes no sense. While that may be compliant with the WCF it's not compliant with me. You can do what you want and say what you want but I know the truth about you and I know for a fact that you are nothing! Oh and one more thing before I forget. WCF please don't put me in competition for the Hardcore Title. I don't want that piece of filth any where near me. I'm okay with not being the garbage champion. You can keep the belts that belong in the trash. Samuel, you really put your foot in your mouth. It's lodged in there so far I doubt you can remove it. Whatever the reason for the powers that be fucking mr over again know this. You can't keep fucking me over because I refuse to be your punching bag. The results have always been the same but if you can't give me what I want I'm going to randomly pick somebody and take what I want. Whether or not it gets me banned from WCF. Mr. Corey Black I'll be coming after you if things in the WCF if things don't improve. The WCF won't be able to stop me and your roster won't be able to stop me either. I'm making you a guarantee that I will fuck your world up because mine gas been fucked over too much and I need somebody to see things from my way and placing you in the Death Sentence just may make me happy. Corey don't make me take this form of action. Or do its your choice.
Christian Rivers goes into his locker room and shuts the door without revealing what the surprise was in his gym bag. We then immediately go to static.
