Post by Vincent Augustine on Feb 15, 2019 16:51:37 GMT -5
FEBRUARY 14TH 2019 – VALENTINE’S DAY
15 year old Billy sat down at his computer, as he did every day, to check the WCF twitter and social media pages. For the first time in his life he was a message on the feed from Vincent Augustine, it contained only one thing, a link that simply read Click Here. Curiosity got the best of Billy and he clicked the link, the WCF main website began to load on his computer, and then it changed, something took it over, his screen went into video mode and before him sat Vincent Augustine in a chair. Vincent wore a well-tailored dark gray suit, his left leg crossed over his right and each hand resting comfortably on an arm rest. The wall behind Vincent was a light gray and barren, as if it were smooth concrete. The chair an oversize arm rest chair dark blue in color.
Hello, my name is Vincent Augustine, but then you probably already knew that. What you don’t know is what exactly is happening right now, and well I am going to tell you, so don’t get too impatient. Today we play a game called get to know Vincent, and now I know what all of you are thinking at this very moment, I know who the fuck Vincent Augustine is, hell you are all probably running through a list of things that you know about me, I will pause for a moment while you finish putting that list together.
Ok now that we have all had a moment to process some stuff and ready our minds for new information, we can continue. Let’s start with what you think you know about Vincent Augustine. First he’s a wrestler in the WCF, and well you are right, clap your hands and congratulate yourself for knowing the first thing on the list. Second, he is a mid-card level talent that always seems to choke when the opportunity arises. Give yourself a round of applause if you got that one too, although it’s not for being so smart and observant, it’s for me, because if you had that thought than you believe what I want you to believe and are nothing more than a puppet to my whims.
I am sure all of you said something to the extent of ‘bullshit!’ may have even screamed at the screen in front of you. But I assure you, I don’t deal in lies, I deal in fact, truth, and reality. Which is why we are doing this. Everyone ask yourself a quick question, and I will give you a chance to answer. How many of you took the time to find out who Vincent Augustine is? Go ahead and ponder that for a moment, I’ll wait while you do.
How many of you said I watched his promos, or I read his biography on the WCF website? In High School that would be sound tactics, enough information for you to write an essay biography on someone, but you still wouldn’t know who they are, would you? Precisely, you would have done just enough to get the job done, to get the grade you needed and move on. Sadly that’s all you have done to this point as well, you never took the time to get to know me, no, you simply read the flavor text at the back of a book, and watched the movie, thinking you knew everything that happened in the book.
Now don’t go getting all bent out of shape, instead know that I understand how we can solve this problem, and that is why we are here today. See I understand that all of you cannot be burdened with taking the time and making the effort to get to know someone, or read a book if you would like to stay on the metaphor train. So I will do what all of you who can’t read, or are too lazy to read do, I am going to present you with the book in an audio format, and it won’t cost you a thing. That’s right, we are here because none of you in the WCF, or fans of the WCF, could be burdened with the simple task of getting to know someone.
So let’s start at the beginning. My name is Vincent James Augustine, I was born in Salem Massachusetts, and my father was a Marine Scout Sniper, my mother a loving woman with a drug habit. At the age of 5 my mother overdosed and died, my father who had a budding career in the military couldn’t be burdened with raising a child, so he shipped me off to boarding school. At 10 he was on a mission in the Middle East and captured. Three years later he was released and came home, one month later choosing to eat a bullet than deal with his new place in life. Don’t cry for me or him, I didn’t and never will.
I’m sure you can guess what happened after this. If you said I went into foster care, you would be right. Spent the better part of my youth bouncing from house to house, and at 18 met a recruiter for the military and decided to join up. Four years I served, with distinction might I add. Then the Agency came calling, and well, what they offered I found intriguing, and at 22 I left the military to serve my county in a different way.
For 15 years I worked in counter intelligence, learning to see what people don’t what you to see, learning to show them what they want to see, and how to exploit all of that. But like most people I grew bored, there is only so many times you can see the same thing, do the same thing, and find it funny. So I got out, and came to join the WCF, a test of a whole new sort for me, another chapter in my life, and much to my surprise I found it to be no different than what I did before, other than the stunning lack of humility in the industry.
Since my arrival I have found the focus of this industry is on everyone else’s flaws, with little to no introspective into one’s own flaws. I would love to say that it’s because of some massive lack of intelligence, or over floated arrogance, but the reality is it’s just the way things are, and so for the first year here I have played to that arrogance, given everyone what they wanted, a constant stream of errors and mistakes for which they can cling to, grab onto and hold with a death grip. All the while watching, learning, and studying.
Because, to continue with the book metaphors, it’s time for the plot twist. Let’s start with Jayson Price, the only person since my arrival in the WCF that actually seemed to want to know me, but then that in of itself was only for his personal gain, which I can accept. But the reality is Jayson wanted to know if I could be a tool for him to use, to fix the ailing failures of his own life. And for a few weeks I played along, helping him, showing him the light at the end of the tunnel, all the while telling him what he needed to know about me, but he never took the time to listen, only let his own hate and desire run his life and make his decisions.
Now we all know that sheer will and desire can get you far, but when you betray the person next to you, they are sure to betray you when the time comes. Enter last week, do you really think that a simple roll up would keep me down for the three count? Ponder that for a moment, I will let you have a moment.
Not only did I fuck you over Jayson, I did it for a whole lot of money. Remember when I told you about psychopaths, and sociopaths? I’m sure you do, as I did you sat there annoyed by my talking incessantly, but the reality is I was giving you a warning, a warning you didn’t want to hear. See the agency wanted me because of my lack of emotional caring for those around me. It’s one of the first things they look for when recruiting.
I know what you are thinking, what an asshole. Honestly I don’t care if feel that way, truth is everything that I do is for my own personal gain, and while many of you want to pretend you are like me, want to put on a strong face and move on, none of you really are. And that is the most shameful part of this industry, it’s a bunch of people trying to pretend to be something they are not. But there was one man, I won’t name any names, but his associate did approach me while I was on the John, and he knew exactly what I wanted, and made an offer I couldn’t refuse.
Even though you might say I made a deal with the devil, understand it was a one off, not a recurring role for both of us, his offer was accepted with no expectation of further cooperation to follow. Don’t worry Jayson, an opportunity will come along for you, like it did this week, and you will somehow find a way to fuck that up like everyone single one that has presented itself as of late. And I’m sure you will feel anguish and pain over what I did to you, thankfully I don’t have to make peace with it, as I simply don’t fucking care.
But I am digressing now, and need to bring this all back to the main point. This week I step into the ring with Bonnie Blue. It’s a first for me, and a first for her. Most people would say take it easy on the woman, she’s just a woman, but me, I say not a chance. See Bonnie understands more than most men what getting into that ring means, and she knows what can and most likely will happen when she does. Giving her a break, taking it easy if you will, won’t server her any good, no she has chosen to be treated as an equal, and thus she shall be.
Let’s take a moment though and think on Bonnie Blue. What would a standard wrestler in the WCF say about her? They might say that although she achieved her goal of being the first female champion or some shit, that she failed because she lost it the very next match. Sure the odds were stacked, I mean Noble, Balfor, and Richards are all fearsome opponents, but the simple fact is when it came down to it, she choked, and well that would all be right.
Under normal circumstances that would a great start point, we would expand upon that, throw some bullshit around, spend 15 minutes on a one minute topic and everyone would think I was fucking awesome at talking shit. Reality is, there’s so much more, there are layers beyond the surface to consider. We could peal back the top layer and expose the fact that she wouldn’t have won without John Rabid, or maybe we can talk about how she clearly has some daddy issues.
Eventually we round back to the idea that she has a chip on her shoulder, probably some deep seeded hatred for men, and that would help explain why we are here right now. What would possess a woman to climb into a ring with men twice her size, half a time stronger, and in some instances just as fast as her? Desire, she has a fire in her stomach, an unquenchable thirst to prove herself, and she will stop at nothing to prove it, and in some ways has shown the world what she is capable of, but then we already talked about how far having that desire and will gets you, all the way to the end, but it doesn’t get you over the top of the wall. No for that you need to understand the situation, have to do the research and prepare yourself for the fight of your life, and that is where Bonnie fell, that was the mistake she made, it’s the mistake everyone in this industry makes.
Whatever you want to call it, adrenaline dump, let down, it is all the same thing in the end. When the focus changes, when the goal is almost met, the drive leaves you. We all do it, we take that step back, we bask in that moment of greatness that we see before us, for Bonnie that was winning the title, that was proving the doubters wrong, but after that what was left? There was nothing to drive for and so came the letdown.
I don’t know everything, but I have seen it all before, and in my time it’s become apparent that the letdown is a real thing that most can’t overcome. They fight it, tooth and nail, some even try to use it to prop themselves back up, but that is only a temporary cure, because without a reason to fight they can’t get the job done, and in the end fall flat.
Let’s not dwell on the failure though, no embrace the success, praise Bonnie for what she did, for it was a feat worth the praise. Because at the end of the day, with no fuel for desire, she has nothing to fight for, nothing to push her to the success she once felt, and that is why this week she becomes the first to meet Vincent, the first to really get to know me in the ring.
Learning to deal with loss, with pain, and all the shame that comes with it will be common place for the WCF. See I am not here to take your titles, I am not here to be your champion, and I am here to show you the one thing you lack in the world, humility. It starts with Bonnie and carries on through the roster, from the bottom to the top.
Like it or not, a reckoning is coming for the WCF, or as Odin Balfore might say, Ragnarok is coming. However I am not going to get off on tangents of moronic statements made by self-indulgent assholes who think they are the greatest thing to all mankind. No I will stay on topic and bring the WCF not what it wants, but what it needs.
Only one person stands in my way on this crusade, not Bonnie, not Odin, not Jayson, not anyone on the damn roster other than myself. Because the plan I have hatched can only be seen by me, for everyone in the WCF lacks the ability to see it, the desire to see it, and the will to see it.
So look hard, feel like you are straining to see the reality before you, but know in the end every single one of you will never be anywhere other than where I want you to be, and you will see me as nothing more than what I want you to see me as, even after I tell you all that you really need to know about me.
Expect to be disappointed in yourselves, know that it is acceptable, and most of all realize that when I am done everything will all add up. Now enjoy your VD sex with the significant others, and think happy thoughts, because the world begins to come crashing down from here on out.
Billy’s screen faded to black, and the website for the WCF loaded as it would normally. For a long moment he stared in shock and grabbed his phone. He couldn’t have possibly been the only one who saw the screen, no his friends had no doubt seen it as well.
15 year old Billy sat down at his computer, as he did every day, to check the WCF twitter and social media pages. For the first time in his life he was a message on the feed from Vincent Augustine, it contained only one thing, a link that simply read Click Here. Curiosity got the best of Billy and he clicked the link, the WCF main website began to load on his computer, and then it changed, something took it over, his screen went into video mode and before him sat Vincent Augustine in a chair. Vincent wore a well-tailored dark gray suit, his left leg crossed over his right and each hand resting comfortably on an arm rest. The wall behind Vincent was a light gray and barren, as if it were smooth concrete. The chair an oversize arm rest chair dark blue in color.
Hello, my name is Vincent Augustine, but then you probably already knew that. What you don’t know is what exactly is happening right now, and well I am going to tell you, so don’t get too impatient. Today we play a game called get to know Vincent, and now I know what all of you are thinking at this very moment, I know who the fuck Vincent Augustine is, hell you are all probably running through a list of things that you know about me, I will pause for a moment while you finish putting that list together.
Ok now that we have all had a moment to process some stuff and ready our minds for new information, we can continue. Let’s start with what you think you know about Vincent Augustine. First he’s a wrestler in the WCF, and well you are right, clap your hands and congratulate yourself for knowing the first thing on the list. Second, he is a mid-card level talent that always seems to choke when the opportunity arises. Give yourself a round of applause if you got that one too, although it’s not for being so smart and observant, it’s for me, because if you had that thought than you believe what I want you to believe and are nothing more than a puppet to my whims.
I am sure all of you said something to the extent of ‘bullshit!’ may have even screamed at the screen in front of you. But I assure you, I don’t deal in lies, I deal in fact, truth, and reality. Which is why we are doing this. Everyone ask yourself a quick question, and I will give you a chance to answer. How many of you took the time to find out who Vincent Augustine is? Go ahead and ponder that for a moment, I’ll wait while you do.
How many of you said I watched his promos, or I read his biography on the WCF website? In High School that would be sound tactics, enough information for you to write an essay biography on someone, but you still wouldn’t know who they are, would you? Precisely, you would have done just enough to get the job done, to get the grade you needed and move on. Sadly that’s all you have done to this point as well, you never took the time to get to know me, no, you simply read the flavor text at the back of a book, and watched the movie, thinking you knew everything that happened in the book.
Now don’t go getting all bent out of shape, instead know that I understand how we can solve this problem, and that is why we are here today. See I understand that all of you cannot be burdened with taking the time and making the effort to get to know someone, or read a book if you would like to stay on the metaphor train. So I will do what all of you who can’t read, or are too lazy to read do, I am going to present you with the book in an audio format, and it won’t cost you a thing. That’s right, we are here because none of you in the WCF, or fans of the WCF, could be burdened with the simple task of getting to know someone.
So let’s start at the beginning. My name is Vincent James Augustine, I was born in Salem Massachusetts, and my father was a Marine Scout Sniper, my mother a loving woman with a drug habit. At the age of 5 my mother overdosed and died, my father who had a budding career in the military couldn’t be burdened with raising a child, so he shipped me off to boarding school. At 10 he was on a mission in the Middle East and captured. Three years later he was released and came home, one month later choosing to eat a bullet than deal with his new place in life. Don’t cry for me or him, I didn’t and never will.
I’m sure you can guess what happened after this. If you said I went into foster care, you would be right. Spent the better part of my youth bouncing from house to house, and at 18 met a recruiter for the military and decided to join up. Four years I served, with distinction might I add. Then the Agency came calling, and well, what they offered I found intriguing, and at 22 I left the military to serve my county in a different way.
For 15 years I worked in counter intelligence, learning to see what people don’t what you to see, learning to show them what they want to see, and how to exploit all of that. But like most people I grew bored, there is only so many times you can see the same thing, do the same thing, and find it funny. So I got out, and came to join the WCF, a test of a whole new sort for me, another chapter in my life, and much to my surprise I found it to be no different than what I did before, other than the stunning lack of humility in the industry.
Since my arrival I have found the focus of this industry is on everyone else’s flaws, with little to no introspective into one’s own flaws. I would love to say that it’s because of some massive lack of intelligence, or over floated arrogance, but the reality is it’s just the way things are, and so for the first year here I have played to that arrogance, given everyone what they wanted, a constant stream of errors and mistakes for which they can cling to, grab onto and hold with a death grip. All the while watching, learning, and studying.
Because, to continue with the book metaphors, it’s time for the plot twist. Let’s start with Jayson Price, the only person since my arrival in the WCF that actually seemed to want to know me, but then that in of itself was only for his personal gain, which I can accept. But the reality is Jayson wanted to know if I could be a tool for him to use, to fix the ailing failures of his own life. And for a few weeks I played along, helping him, showing him the light at the end of the tunnel, all the while telling him what he needed to know about me, but he never took the time to listen, only let his own hate and desire run his life and make his decisions.
Now we all know that sheer will and desire can get you far, but when you betray the person next to you, they are sure to betray you when the time comes. Enter last week, do you really think that a simple roll up would keep me down for the three count? Ponder that for a moment, I will let you have a moment.
Not only did I fuck you over Jayson, I did it for a whole lot of money. Remember when I told you about psychopaths, and sociopaths? I’m sure you do, as I did you sat there annoyed by my talking incessantly, but the reality is I was giving you a warning, a warning you didn’t want to hear. See the agency wanted me because of my lack of emotional caring for those around me. It’s one of the first things they look for when recruiting.
I know what you are thinking, what an asshole. Honestly I don’t care if feel that way, truth is everything that I do is for my own personal gain, and while many of you want to pretend you are like me, want to put on a strong face and move on, none of you really are. And that is the most shameful part of this industry, it’s a bunch of people trying to pretend to be something they are not. But there was one man, I won’t name any names, but his associate did approach me while I was on the John, and he knew exactly what I wanted, and made an offer I couldn’t refuse.
Even though you might say I made a deal with the devil, understand it was a one off, not a recurring role for both of us, his offer was accepted with no expectation of further cooperation to follow. Don’t worry Jayson, an opportunity will come along for you, like it did this week, and you will somehow find a way to fuck that up like everyone single one that has presented itself as of late. And I’m sure you will feel anguish and pain over what I did to you, thankfully I don’t have to make peace with it, as I simply don’t fucking care.
But I am digressing now, and need to bring this all back to the main point. This week I step into the ring with Bonnie Blue. It’s a first for me, and a first for her. Most people would say take it easy on the woman, she’s just a woman, but me, I say not a chance. See Bonnie understands more than most men what getting into that ring means, and she knows what can and most likely will happen when she does. Giving her a break, taking it easy if you will, won’t server her any good, no she has chosen to be treated as an equal, and thus she shall be.
Let’s take a moment though and think on Bonnie Blue. What would a standard wrestler in the WCF say about her? They might say that although she achieved her goal of being the first female champion or some shit, that she failed because she lost it the very next match. Sure the odds were stacked, I mean Noble, Balfor, and Richards are all fearsome opponents, but the simple fact is when it came down to it, she choked, and well that would all be right.
Under normal circumstances that would a great start point, we would expand upon that, throw some bullshit around, spend 15 minutes on a one minute topic and everyone would think I was fucking awesome at talking shit. Reality is, there’s so much more, there are layers beyond the surface to consider. We could peal back the top layer and expose the fact that she wouldn’t have won without John Rabid, or maybe we can talk about how she clearly has some daddy issues.
Eventually we round back to the idea that she has a chip on her shoulder, probably some deep seeded hatred for men, and that would help explain why we are here right now. What would possess a woman to climb into a ring with men twice her size, half a time stronger, and in some instances just as fast as her? Desire, she has a fire in her stomach, an unquenchable thirst to prove herself, and she will stop at nothing to prove it, and in some ways has shown the world what she is capable of, but then we already talked about how far having that desire and will gets you, all the way to the end, but it doesn’t get you over the top of the wall. No for that you need to understand the situation, have to do the research and prepare yourself for the fight of your life, and that is where Bonnie fell, that was the mistake she made, it’s the mistake everyone in this industry makes.
Whatever you want to call it, adrenaline dump, let down, it is all the same thing in the end. When the focus changes, when the goal is almost met, the drive leaves you. We all do it, we take that step back, we bask in that moment of greatness that we see before us, for Bonnie that was winning the title, that was proving the doubters wrong, but after that what was left? There was nothing to drive for and so came the letdown.
I don’t know everything, but I have seen it all before, and in my time it’s become apparent that the letdown is a real thing that most can’t overcome. They fight it, tooth and nail, some even try to use it to prop themselves back up, but that is only a temporary cure, because without a reason to fight they can’t get the job done, and in the end fall flat.
Let’s not dwell on the failure though, no embrace the success, praise Bonnie for what she did, for it was a feat worth the praise. Because at the end of the day, with no fuel for desire, she has nothing to fight for, nothing to push her to the success she once felt, and that is why this week she becomes the first to meet Vincent, the first to really get to know me in the ring.
Learning to deal with loss, with pain, and all the shame that comes with it will be common place for the WCF. See I am not here to take your titles, I am not here to be your champion, and I am here to show you the one thing you lack in the world, humility. It starts with Bonnie and carries on through the roster, from the bottom to the top.
Like it or not, a reckoning is coming for the WCF, or as Odin Balfore might say, Ragnarok is coming. However I am not going to get off on tangents of moronic statements made by self-indulgent assholes who think they are the greatest thing to all mankind. No I will stay on topic and bring the WCF not what it wants, but what it needs.
Only one person stands in my way on this crusade, not Bonnie, not Odin, not Jayson, not anyone on the damn roster other than myself. Because the plan I have hatched can only be seen by me, for everyone in the WCF lacks the ability to see it, the desire to see it, and the will to see it.
So look hard, feel like you are straining to see the reality before you, but know in the end every single one of you will never be anywhere other than where I want you to be, and you will see me as nothing more than what I want you to see me as, even after I tell you all that you really need to know about me.
Expect to be disappointed in yourselves, know that it is acceptable, and most of all realize that when I am done everything will all add up. Now enjoy your VD sex with the significant others, and think happy thoughts, because the world begins to come crashing down from here on out.
Billy’s screen faded to black, and the website for the WCF loaded as it would normally. For a long moment he stared in shock and grabbed his phone. He couldn’t have possibly been the only one who saw the screen, no his friends had no doubt seen it as well.
