Post by johnnyanthrax on Sept 26, 2009 9:31:54 GMT -5
Anthrax: So this is it huh? This is how my month of September will be remembered? What happens in War will set in motion actions that can only be traced back to this huge battle royal. Fights will be fought, battles will be waged, all in the spirit of the new team I have. The new home I own. All of this has changed dramatically in the last two weeks. My manager Colton and I discovered we may be able to get a lot further in my wrestling career by joining the likes of the experienced and knowledgeable World Champion. His team is to ensure that WCF doesn't go back down the inevitable toilet drain, or that irresponsible foes get to the top without us having something to do with it first. Call it a power struggle, call it me just gabbin' on and on, what have you, either way Anthrax is now a real threat to win it all.
Sure. Rumors are flying that if someone from Team of Torture wins War that they may decline their World Championship title shot for something else to protect Torture. You can take my name out of that rumor because I'll be doing exactly that. I'll be defeating the likes of Slickie T, Johnny Reb, Dake Ken, Logan, Tank Reaper, and Jay Price to make sure that Torture doesn't have to defend his World Title so that I can then win the United States, or Hardcore title instead. It's a team first, you second kind of thing, and I completely understand it. You see, politics aside, Torture guarantees one thing. That I can leave at anytime. He didn't put the gun to my head, he didn't make me say yes, and he certainly doesn't have the metaphorical door blocked if I choose to leave. I wouldn't dare cross Torture anyway. Too many men to begin with. Plus, who wants to go through the whole 'On Your Knees' thing he's been doing anyway. One of Havoc's boot to my chest or head and I'll be seeing lights. I'm not too proud to say it, but they would take care of me in minutes time. It's something I've come to agreement with. Which is why I'm staying.
Also in this match is Doc Henry. A man who slipped past me and has yet to discuss this with neither himself, or the world of WCF. Doc Henry and I were in a Number One Contenders match for the United States Championship. He defeated me. Again, there's my pride right? What Doc is failing to understand is that I'll be one of the last few entrants in War, and Doc will be one of the first few eliminated. Can't blame him. Doc will be using that extra time to be scouting his United States Champion so that he can get his hands on him. A Championship title that should be defended with honor, and class. A Championship title that is strong, and respectful. A Championship title that would lose all hope, and go to complete shit if some Southern Hillbilly like Doc Henry won it. You don't deserve the Championship title shot and you know it. Just look around. You've noticed how WCF and Seth Lerch have given you all the respected time in the world to get your title shot right? Ha! WCF doesn't even believe in you. Tsk tsk. Doc, when you lose your shot at the United States Championship, I'll be right behind you cleaning up the mess, taking out the trash, and putting Gold around this here waist.
Speaking of trash, Greenfever and Craig Jacobs were victorious last week in a giant tag team match that featured myself and fellow T.o.T. teammate Ryan Daniels. Greenfever has been on a roll as of late, stealing Championship titles, getting another handed to him, what Greenfever and Craig Jacobs for that matter, fail to realize is that Anthrax and Daniels are not taking that loss so lightly. We've trained harder, we've mentally prepared for another tag team match if we have to do so. The spotlight was on Logan and his new friend Hector. I don't care for neither of them. Logan already showed me his true colors. Logan stated just days ago that in War he's going to win to give us new guys a chance. To give us bright young stars the stage to shine. Because Torture is holding us down. Torture this, Torture that. Logan also fails to realize that in my debut match, Logan buried me so fuckin' deep that I needed two shovels and a small change in my character just to get back into the heap of things. You see, that's what Logan has always done. More than eighty five percent of his wins come from brand new talent, or just month-old wrestlers. You see, Logan can't cut it on the big stage without 'his' political pull, it's always been like that. Even Defman had trouble finding headroom in this company with the likes of Logan trying to run it. Logan has shown his true colors. He talks the mighty plan, he stands up for our respect and freedom, but if he had the chance, he'd rather fight a younger, greener wrestler than take on the big challenge. As for you Hector, you can team up with that flake, have his back and he can have yours, but make one thing clear, you want to step in that ring again after War, I'll be more than glad to take you up on it. I don't back down from challenges like your friend does.
I find it oddly humorous that my name isn't being brought up when speaking of the fighting final entrants, or War winners. Thirty years old yes, but a man whose not going to win? I say no sir. Colton has given me books to read, videos to study, punching bags to perform moves on, hell, I even got a phone call from my brother and his family wishing me luck. They don't exactly believe in the choices I've made so far in WCF, but just having them on my side is an added bonus. You see, for some they would say I'm falling through the cracks, or that I'm slipping down the very steep, slippery slope, but you see, that is where you are wrong. Entirely, fuckin', wrong. Some have called me the Hardcore King, some have called me the Bar Fighting Machine. Whatever it is, someone has called me that, meaning someone is paying attention, point being that you, Slickie. You Reb. You Jay Price. You're NOT paying attention. I hope to a greater God that on Sunday you don't slowly realize what stands before you today. I'm not a jobber, I'm certainly not a newb anymore, and I certainly won't be taking shit anymore. I'm now apart of the Team of Torture. An unstoppable force, and unmovable object, the biggest, the best, the meanest stable you will ever find in the confines of WCF.
On Sunday, the twenty seventh of September, the year two thousand and nine, the WCF world will see the new Anthrax. You will see that Anthrax is the better man. That day marks the beginning of the end for a lot of you, that day marks the end for a lot of you, and that day marks the special appearance you will make for the shock and awe feeling for the fans, for us, but it will end quickly when I deliver two strikes to your old ass head. That day marks the start of something special. The day that Anthrax rose up, attached to your skin and slowly ate away through your skin, your blood, your bone, through to the core of your body and slashed it's way out from the inside. Because that's what I'll do on Sunday, that's what will happen on Sunday, and that's where War takes place. On Sunday. See you there.
Sure. Rumors are flying that if someone from Team of Torture wins War that they may decline their World Championship title shot for something else to protect Torture. You can take my name out of that rumor because I'll be doing exactly that. I'll be defeating the likes of Slickie T, Johnny Reb, Dake Ken, Logan, Tank Reaper, and Jay Price to make sure that Torture doesn't have to defend his World Title so that I can then win the United States, or Hardcore title instead. It's a team first, you second kind of thing, and I completely understand it. You see, politics aside, Torture guarantees one thing. That I can leave at anytime. He didn't put the gun to my head, he didn't make me say yes, and he certainly doesn't have the metaphorical door blocked if I choose to leave. I wouldn't dare cross Torture anyway. Too many men to begin with. Plus, who wants to go through the whole 'On Your Knees' thing he's been doing anyway. One of Havoc's boot to my chest or head and I'll be seeing lights. I'm not too proud to say it, but they would take care of me in minutes time. It's something I've come to agreement with. Which is why I'm staying.
Also in this match is Doc Henry. A man who slipped past me and has yet to discuss this with neither himself, or the world of WCF. Doc Henry and I were in a Number One Contenders match for the United States Championship. He defeated me. Again, there's my pride right? What Doc is failing to understand is that I'll be one of the last few entrants in War, and Doc will be one of the first few eliminated. Can't blame him. Doc will be using that extra time to be scouting his United States Champion so that he can get his hands on him. A Championship title that should be defended with honor, and class. A Championship title that is strong, and respectful. A Championship title that would lose all hope, and go to complete shit if some Southern Hillbilly like Doc Henry won it. You don't deserve the Championship title shot and you know it. Just look around. You've noticed how WCF and Seth Lerch have given you all the respected time in the world to get your title shot right? Ha! WCF doesn't even believe in you. Tsk tsk. Doc, when you lose your shot at the United States Championship, I'll be right behind you cleaning up the mess, taking out the trash, and putting Gold around this here waist.
Speaking of trash, Greenfever and Craig Jacobs were victorious last week in a giant tag team match that featured myself and fellow T.o.T. teammate Ryan Daniels. Greenfever has been on a roll as of late, stealing Championship titles, getting another handed to him, what Greenfever and Craig Jacobs for that matter, fail to realize is that Anthrax and Daniels are not taking that loss so lightly. We've trained harder, we've mentally prepared for another tag team match if we have to do so. The spotlight was on Logan and his new friend Hector. I don't care for neither of them. Logan already showed me his true colors. Logan stated just days ago that in War he's going to win to give us new guys a chance. To give us bright young stars the stage to shine. Because Torture is holding us down. Torture this, Torture that. Logan also fails to realize that in my debut match, Logan buried me so fuckin' deep that I needed two shovels and a small change in my character just to get back into the heap of things. You see, that's what Logan has always done. More than eighty five percent of his wins come from brand new talent, or just month-old wrestlers. You see, Logan can't cut it on the big stage without 'his' political pull, it's always been like that. Even Defman had trouble finding headroom in this company with the likes of Logan trying to run it. Logan has shown his true colors. He talks the mighty plan, he stands up for our respect and freedom, but if he had the chance, he'd rather fight a younger, greener wrestler than take on the big challenge. As for you Hector, you can team up with that flake, have his back and he can have yours, but make one thing clear, you want to step in that ring again after War, I'll be more than glad to take you up on it. I don't back down from challenges like your friend does.
I find it oddly humorous that my name isn't being brought up when speaking of the fighting final entrants, or War winners. Thirty years old yes, but a man whose not going to win? I say no sir. Colton has given me books to read, videos to study, punching bags to perform moves on, hell, I even got a phone call from my brother and his family wishing me luck. They don't exactly believe in the choices I've made so far in WCF, but just having them on my side is an added bonus. You see, for some they would say I'm falling through the cracks, or that I'm slipping down the very steep, slippery slope, but you see, that is where you are wrong. Entirely, fuckin', wrong. Some have called me the Hardcore King, some have called me the Bar Fighting Machine. Whatever it is, someone has called me that, meaning someone is paying attention, point being that you, Slickie. You Reb. You Jay Price. You're NOT paying attention. I hope to a greater God that on Sunday you don't slowly realize what stands before you today. I'm not a jobber, I'm certainly not a newb anymore, and I certainly won't be taking shit anymore. I'm now apart of the Team of Torture. An unstoppable force, and unmovable object, the biggest, the best, the meanest stable you will ever find in the confines of WCF.
On Sunday, the twenty seventh of September, the year two thousand and nine, the WCF world will see the new Anthrax. You will see that Anthrax is the better man. That day marks the beginning of the end for a lot of you, that day marks the end for a lot of you, and that day marks the special appearance you will make for the shock and awe feeling for the fans, for us, but it will end quickly when I deliver two strikes to your old ass head. That day marks the start of something special. The day that Anthrax rose up, attached to your skin and slowly ate away through your skin, your blood, your bone, through to the core of your body and slashed it's way out from the inside. Because that's what I'll do on Sunday, that's what will happen on Sunday, and that's where War takes place. On Sunday. See you there.
