Post by James Wolf on Feb 22, 2019 15:45:17 GMT -5
2:25 P.M. Eastern Time Friday
We see James sitting in his living room sitting on a black leather sectional couch as his iPhone 8 Plus sits on the other side of his waist. Suddenly it lights up with the WCF Til Death Do Us Part card. James picks it up, and he immediately looks at it. As he does so his first reaction is to throw his phone. Then he immediately gets up and sees it lying face down on the floor. He bends down to pick it up noticing that he did not damage it accidentally. Breathing a sigh of relief he then picks it up returning to the sectional couch. Sitting down he breathes a heavy sigh, and then he thinks to himself. “Time to get back to work!”
His opponent is somebody he's beaten before, and again he was not going to let this man get the better of him. In his mood he was going to be more than a danger to anybody he crossed. Everybody was going to have to face his wrath. He couldn't claim any friends. Only foes, and now nobody would be safe from him. That's when it came to him. The WCF was horsing him around. They didn't have his best interests at heart. Didn't matter how hard he worked, whose ass he kicked, it was all ready apparent James would languish in no mans land. He didn't even have to cite example after example because this had now grown ridiculous. Whoever was in the front office of WCF obviously wasn't thinking about their long term. James was extremely tired. Tired of doing the jobs. Everybody was making their name off of his expense and that was wrong. He was no longer going to stand for it. The WCF had better treat him better or else there was going to be hell to pay. James was disgruntled. The WCF had pissed him off for the last time. He was going to use this PPV as an opportunity. An opportunity to show why he was better than everybody on the roster. After all the work he put into his company, and he wasn't being rewarded. Anybody who had a pair of eyes could see he was getting a raw deal. Hate wasn't strong enough word to describe how he felt. As of a matter of fact the feeling was indescribable!
Ultimate Destroyer,
You know I know you don't have a heart or soul! You're just a running catch phrase that's just a goddamn inside joke! It's not a very good joke either! I've beaten your ass before, and now I've got more than just an opportunity to embarrass you! I am going to humiliate you in front of the whole world. It's not as great as you humiliating yourself every time you show your face, but its something! It's something I need right now because the WCF has a bunch of internal problems. They refuse to give me a standing in this company beyond what I've done since I arrived here. Improvement doesn't mean shit to them. Progress doesn't mean a fucking thing either! But you being forced to step into the ring with me? Well I'm going to rip out your beating heart in front of the audience, and as those goddamn fools all chant “Fatality” together I'm going to turn to them and throw your heart out into the audience and let them trample it until there is nothing left. Do you understand? You're just another toe tag to me and when you once again fall at my hands maybe then the WCF will realize what they have on their roster! The rest of the world will be bored to tears with the rest of this card though! Michael X vs Jay Omega immediately will kill the crowd. Put everybody to sleep! The real Main Event was stolen from me because let's be honest here Michael X is no psychopath. He didn't finish the job when it came to me. I am still alive. I'm still breathing, and I am still here. He didn't run me off because he doesn't have the balls that's necessary to run me off. He may have gotten a shot at the hardcore title but he's the type of inadequate athlete that Corey Black looks for! Black's creative direction what a fucking joke! The only match that everybody is worried about is Noble Savage vs Bonnie Blue, but after what we've seen from Bonnie Blue its more apparent that John Rabid deserves the shot! But of course WCF will put all of its resources into that match and just forget about what really matters. “Where Legends are Forged?” what a goddamn joke. WCF forges a lot but they sure don't forge legends!
But forgive me for going off on a tangent, Ultimate Destroyer. I know you won't ever read this. You'll just go up and down the halls of the backstage area talking about how you don't care, and how you're going to ultimately destroy everything including me! The problem is everybody knows its a lie! You're a bad gimmick! This business no longer appreciates honesty and hard work! I'm a old school athlete in a new school company, and it sucks more than I can even fathom. Even with all the pain that's coming to you. As I'm stomping your face through in front of an audience who can care less, to a roster who doesn't a fuck, and knowing I'm only doing to alleviate my frustrations. I'm still sure the WCF head office won't give a fuck! They'll still put me through the motions only to let me down again because that's what they do best. Of course you wouldn't understand that though because you're the definition of a loser. Your whole career has been based on losing, and you love the sight of everybody doing what you can't. I'm not like that. I came here to extend my career as a champion. As a Hardcore Champion. But thanks to the WCF those dreams went up in smoke! Wonderful company huh? Push everybody else except those people you need too. Joke of a company, and I don't give a fuck how they punish me either! They've punished me enough by putting me in this match with you! Making me once again start over when I think I've proven without a shadow of a doubt that I'm capable of more. That I deserve to be a champion but they just won't see things my way. So Ultimate Destroyer you are the bane of my existence, and you are going to face my wrath! I hope you enjoy getting retired in front of the whole world! This topic is not up for discussion either. You have no say in the matter. You can disappear and give me the match, or you can show up and face the inevitable. The fact that I'm better than you, and always will be better than you! You want to give me an easy night fine but I want everybody to know I'm not happy and I deserve better than this! Call it what you will or call me what you want I don't give a flying fuck! I'm exposing a dark truth, and the rest of the world all ready knows it whether they want to admit it or not! My talents are better suited in matches that matter! Not against opponents I can easily beat without breaking a damn sweat! If you're listening WCF you better get your act right or else I'm just going to take matters into my own hands and I'll come out and attack your roster whenever I want at every event I want until you take me seriously! You think you know what a real psychopath is? I suggest you listen to Alex Richards for once! I may have a family who loves me, and I may have raised a daughter during my fourteen years in this business but I am an uncaring sociopath, and I'll burn the WCF to the fucking ground if you don't start giving me what I want! You forced me to put the Hardcore Championship aside because you thought I wasn't ready! I've been screwed out of the TV Title even when I should have won. You've dropped the ball on me, and opportunity after opportunity and I've worked my ass off to get there only for you to take it away again! You had better clear out your schedules, and get a clear direction of where I'm going because I'm telling you right now the only way you can reward me is giving me a shot at the WCF World Title to make it up to me! Don't give me any of that what I have done lately bull shit? People here have done less and gotten there and nobody said shit! What about being the hardest working man in the WCF? What about beating every body on the roster who matters, only to get a short end of the stick because for whatever reason the company thinks you do better without a championship! Oh I've been stuck in that rut before but you motherfuckers need to understand that either I get what I want or I'll go find somebody who doesn't fuck my progress over when I have all the momentum on my side!
James stands walking down the hall way to his bedroom. There he gets his the clothes he wrestles in and takes them back to the laundry room and puts them in the washing machine. As he is on his way to getting clean clothes he immediately goes back to the living room plopping down on the section couch, and as he does so he finds the remote control turning on the television. He watches the WCF promos unfold, and scoffs in disgust at every single one of them. He knows he has been all over the place but he's frustrated and makes no apologies because he feels its something the WCF needs to hear. Putting a spot light under important things always couldn't go ignored!
Destroyer,
Do you think you're going to actually be the WCF reckoning against me? Well guess what? You'd absolutely be fucking wrong on that one! As a matter of fact I'd love to see who comes out of the wood work to be able to claim it because of the fact the matter is nobody here is capable of that title! They don't have that type of reputation either! You can name them all off and its clear nobody on this roster can even claim they're capable of that! You included! You Destroyer are going to get destroyed, and I'll be very happy to do it! Because I'm completely unhappy about everything else! You can't honestly blame me either, and I know you wouldn't blame me for it. Because you only know how to do one thing and its so completely unoriginal that its not even worth mentioning. You're an after thought, a nobody, a never was, a never will be, and you know what? That's exactly what you should be! Me, regardless of what happens with me, and this fucking company everybody, including the WCF itself will know that it dropped the ball! The saying is strike while the iron is hot. Well, the iron was hot, and I got absolutely nothing except ending up here with you! That's bad business for you, and for the WCF, because I'm officially taking you out, and you'll never been seen or heard from again! The rest of the roster is on notice I don't care who you are, and I don't care what you've done! You come across me and I'm putting you six feet deep! You wanted to see how I'd act when the WCF fucked me around? Now you'll get too! You'll get to see the uncaring sociopath Alex Richards was mentioning. It's not like that label the Michael X placed on himself. A psychopath. Nah just a blow hard that would cry more crocodile tears about how he was left out in the cold! You can tell what a company thinks of you when they refuse to push you, and now I see the writing on the wall! Destroyer, I'll see you at Slam where your career will officially be over! And to the WCF, and the rest of its roster get near me and you're going down too! Enjoy your Slam! I'll enjoy putting the final nail into Ultimate Destroyers pine box, but after that. Well I won't stick around unless it benefits me and I doubt it will. Fuck you, and the rest of the goddamn Til Death Do Us Part card!
James then turns off the TV, and stands up heading toward the kitchen as we immediately fade to black....
We see James sitting in his living room sitting on a black leather sectional couch as his iPhone 8 Plus sits on the other side of his waist. Suddenly it lights up with the WCF Til Death Do Us Part card. James picks it up, and he immediately looks at it. As he does so his first reaction is to throw his phone. Then he immediately gets up and sees it lying face down on the floor. He bends down to pick it up noticing that he did not damage it accidentally. Breathing a sigh of relief he then picks it up returning to the sectional couch. Sitting down he breathes a heavy sigh, and then he thinks to himself. “Time to get back to work!”
His opponent is somebody he's beaten before, and again he was not going to let this man get the better of him. In his mood he was going to be more than a danger to anybody he crossed. Everybody was going to have to face his wrath. He couldn't claim any friends. Only foes, and now nobody would be safe from him. That's when it came to him. The WCF was horsing him around. They didn't have his best interests at heart. Didn't matter how hard he worked, whose ass he kicked, it was all ready apparent James would languish in no mans land. He didn't even have to cite example after example because this had now grown ridiculous. Whoever was in the front office of WCF obviously wasn't thinking about their long term. James was extremely tired. Tired of doing the jobs. Everybody was making their name off of his expense and that was wrong. He was no longer going to stand for it. The WCF had better treat him better or else there was going to be hell to pay. James was disgruntled. The WCF had pissed him off for the last time. He was going to use this PPV as an opportunity. An opportunity to show why he was better than everybody on the roster. After all the work he put into his company, and he wasn't being rewarded. Anybody who had a pair of eyes could see he was getting a raw deal. Hate wasn't strong enough word to describe how he felt. As of a matter of fact the feeling was indescribable!
Ultimate Destroyer,
You know I know you don't have a heart or soul! You're just a running catch phrase that's just a goddamn inside joke! It's not a very good joke either! I've beaten your ass before, and now I've got more than just an opportunity to embarrass you! I am going to humiliate you in front of the whole world. It's not as great as you humiliating yourself every time you show your face, but its something! It's something I need right now because the WCF has a bunch of internal problems. They refuse to give me a standing in this company beyond what I've done since I arrived here. Improvement doesn't mean shit to them. Progress doesn't mean a fucking thing either! But you being forced to step into the ring with me? Well I'm going to rip out your beating heart in front of the audience, and as those goddamn fools all chant “Fatality” together I'm going to turn to them and throw your heart out into the audience and let them trample it until there is nothing left. Do you understand? You're just another toe tag to me and when you once again fall at my hands maybe then the WCF will realize what they have on their roster! The rest of the world will be bored to tears with the rest of this card though! Michael X vs Jay Omega immediately will kill the crowd. Put everybody to sleep! The real Main Event was stolen from me because let's be honest here Michael X is no psychopath. He didn't finish the job when it came to me. I am still alive. I'm still breathing, and I am still here. He didn't run me off because he doesn't have the balls that's necessary to run me off. He may have gotten a shot at the hardcore title but he's the type of inadequate athlete that Corey Black looks for! Black's creative direction what a fucking joke! The only match that everybody is worried about is Noble Savage vs Bonnie Blue, but after what we've seen from Bonnie Blue its more apparent that John Rabid deserves the shot! But of course WCF will put all of its resources into that match and just forget about what really matters. “Where Legends are Forged?” what a goddamn joke. WCF forges a lot but they sure don't forge legends!
But forgive me for going off on a tangent, Ultimate Destroyer. I know you won't ever read this. You'll just go up and down the halls of the backstage area talking about how you don't care, and how you're going to ultimately destroy everything including me! The problem is everybody knows its a lie! You're a bad gimmick! This business no longer appreciates honesty and hard work! I'm a old school athlete in a new school company, and it sucks more than I can even fathom. Even with all the pain that's coming to you. As I'm stomping your face through in front of an audience who can care less, to a roster who doesn't a fuck, and knowing I'm only doing to alleviate my frustrations. I'm still sure the WCF head office won't give a fuck! They'll still put me through the motions only to let me down again because that's what they do best. Of course you wouldn't understand that though because you're the definition of a loser. Your whole career has been based on losing, and you love the sight of everybody doing what you can't. I'm not like that. I came here to extend my career as a champion. As a Hardcore Champion. But thanks to the WCF those dreams went up in smoke! Wonderful company huh? Push everybody else except those people you need too. Joke of a company, and I don't give a fuck how they punish me either! They've punished me enough by putting me in this match with you! Making me once again start over when I think I've proven without a shadow of a doubt that I'm capable of more. That I deserve to be a champion but they just won't see things my way. So Ultimate Destroyer you are the bane of my existence, and you are going to face my wrath! I hope you enjoy getting retired in front of the whole world! This topic is not up for discussion either. You have no say in the matter. You can disappear and give me the match, or you can show up and face the inevitable. The fact that I'm better than you, and always will be better than you! You want to give me an easy night fine but I want everybody to know I'm not happy and I deserve better than this! Call it what you will or call me what you want I don't give a flying fuck! I'm exposing a dark truth, and the rest of the world all ready knows it whether they want to admit it or not! My talents are better suited in matches that matter! Not against opponents I can easily beat without breaking a damn sweat! If you're listening WCF you better get your act right or else I'm just going to take matters into my own hands and I'll come out and attack your roster whenever I want at every event I want until you take me seriously! You think you know what a real psychopath is? I suggest you listen to Alex Richards for once! I may have a family who loves me, and I may have raised a daughter during my fourteen years in this business but I am an uncaring sociopath, and I'll burn the WCF to the fucking ground if you don't start giving me what I want! You forced me to put the Hardcore Championship aside because you thought I wasn't ready! I've been screwed out of the TV Title even when I should have won. You've dropped the ball on me, and opportunity after opportunity and I've worked my ass off to get there only for you to take it away again! You had better clear out your schedules, and get a clear direction of where I'm going because I'm telling you right now the only way you can reward me is giving me a shot at the WCF World Title to make it up to me! Don't give me any of that what I have done lately bull shit? People here have done less and gotten there and nobody said shit! What about being the hardest working man in the WCF? What about beating every body on the roster who matters, only to get a short end of the stick because for whatever reason the company thinks you do better without a championship! Oh I've been stuck in that rut before but you motherfuckers need to understand that either I get what I want or I'll go find somebody who doesn't fuck my progress over when I have all the momentum on my side!
James stands walking down the hall way to his bedroom. There he gets his the clothes he wrestles in and takes them back to the laundry room and puts them in the washing machine. As he is on his way to getting clean clothes he immediately goes back to the living room plopping down on the section couch, and as he does so he finds the remote control turning on the television. He watches the WCF promos unfold, and scoffs in disgust at every single one of them. He knows he has been all over the place but he's frustrated and makes no apologies because he feels its something the WCF needs to hear. Putting a spot light under important things always couldn't go ignored!
Destroyer,
Do you think you're going to actually be the WCF reckoning against me? Well guess what? You'd absolutely be fucking wrong on that one! As a matter of fact I'd love to see who comes out of the wood work to be able to claim it because of the fact the matter is nobody here is capable of that title! They don't have that type of reputation either! You can name them all off and its clear nobody on this roster can even claim they're capable of that! You included! You Destroyer are going to get destroyed, and I'll be very happy to do it! Because I'm completely unhappy about everything else! You can't honestly blame me either, and I know you wouldn't blame me for it. Because you only know how to do one thing and its so completely unoriginal that its not even worth mentioning. You're an after thought, a nobody, a never was, a never will be, and you know what? That's exactly what you should be! Me, regardless of what happens with me, and this fucking company everybody, including the WCF itself will know that it dropped the ball! The saying is strike while the iron is hot. Well, the iron was hot, and I got absolutely nothing except ending up here with you! That's bad business for you, and for the WCF, because I'm officially taking you out, and you'll never been seen or heard from again! The rest of the roster is on notice I don't care who you are, and I don't care what you've done! You come across me and I'm putting you six feet deep! You wanted to see how I'd act when the WCF fucked me around? Now you'll get too! You'll get to see the uncaring sociopath Alex Richards was mentioning. It's not like that label the Michael X placed on himself. A psychopath. Nah just a blow hard that would cry more crocodile tears about how he was left out in the cold! You can tell what a company thinks of you when they refuse to push you, and now I see the writing on the wall! Destroyer, I'll see you at Slam where your career will officially be over! And to the WCF, and the rest of its roster get near me and you're going down too! Enjoy your Slam! I'll enjoy putting the final nail into Ultimate Destroyers pine box, but after that. Well I won't stick around unless it benefits me and I doubt it will. Fuck you, and the rest of the goddamn Til Death Do Us Part card!
James then turns off the TV, and stands up heading toward the kitchen as we immediately fade to black....
