Post by Tim on Apr 29, 2011 5:46:11 GMT -5
A New Beginning
Being the weaker opponent, it matters to me that I am not an asset to the company I work in.
I see corrupted authority, big shot egomaniacs and cocky attitudes running their mouths all over the place. I used to be like that. Thank god I didn't turn into one of them.
It's pretty hectic that WCF tries to put me in front of weaker opponents to make me feel amazing. Fuck it. I'm no sucker for these fixed matches. I would want a real match against big opponents like D-Day and Torture.
I used to be this man known as 'The Killing One' El Matador. That man was an idiot. He would always talk about his opponents before his match and started to trash talk everyone. He even pretended to be a ladies' man to impress everyone by hiring some sluts to accompany him everywhere. The king of rejects, people. He rode a motorcycle to entertain the laughing stock of the millennium. Worst of all, he wore an ugly chain that looks like shit around his neck. A fake to the world of wrestling.
Right now, this 'Straight Edge' punk thinks he's the man towards the promotion. He would only live once, he might as well be buried alive among the washed up wrestlers who have been here.
There are two types of people who are not the same. There's masked wrestlers like El Matador who let their ego drive themselves away from their family. And there's me. A simple man who gives a fuck less about the past. The only thing that matters is the future of me an WCF. And I'm the one who decides their fate.
Day: Friday
Date: 29th April 2011
Time: 5:20 AM
Location: "Pulse's Mind"
Pulse II is in a dark room. He is trying to light up a cigarette.
Pulse II: Damn piece of crap...
He struggles until he manages to light it up. He takes a drag and blows out the smoke.
Pulse II: I have really been patient with WCF management. They do not see what potential men like me have. Fortunately, Mark Markman is gonna suffer when I'm going to show him what I'm gonna do to him after I give the same treatment to my opponent: Travis Warner.
He takes a final drag and places the cigarette to the floor.
Pulse II: Warner, I see punks like you who don't believe in steroids. I don't give a damn if you're straight edge or not. Just because you've seen me before doesn't mean you know me. You are just a person looking for a grave to rest in.
Suddenly, Pulse II gives a sinister smile on his face.
Pulse II: In fact...
Pulse II takes out a gravestone. It is engraved in Travis Warner's name.
Pulse II:...you might feel the full effect of a whole new grave. MM, I am fed up with the bullshit of you giving me weak opponents. At the battle royale on Slam, I have a point to prove to you by entering that match uninvited. And I assure you, you're gonna hear me out, loud and clear.
Everything fades to black.
Being the weaker opponent, it matters to me that I am not an asset to the company I work in.
I see corrupted authority, big shot egomaniacs and cocky attitudes running their mouths all over the place. I used to be like that. Thank god I didn't turn into one of them.
It's pretty hectic that WCF tries to put me in front of weaker opponents to make me feel amazing. Fuck it. I'm no sucker for these fixed matches. I would want a real match against big opponents like D-Day and Torture.
I used to be this man known as 'The Killing One' El Matador. That man was an idiot. He would always talk about his opponents before his match and started to trash talk everyone. He even pretended to be a ladies' man to impress everyone by hiring some sluts to accompany him everywhere. The king of rejects, people. He rode a motorcycle to entertain the laughing stock of the millennium. Worst of all, he wore an ugly chain that looks like shit around his neck. A fake to the world of wrestling.
Right now, this 'Straight Edge' punk thinks he's the man towards the promotion. He would only live once, he might as well be buried alive among the washed up wrestlers who have been here.
There are two types of people who are not the same. There's masked wrestlers like El Matador who let their ego drive themselves away from their family. And there's me. A simple man who gives a fuck less about the past. The only thing that matters is the future of me an WCF. And I'm the one who decides their fate.
Day: Friday
Date: 29th April 2011
Time: 5:20 AM
Location: "Pulse's Mind"
Pulse II is in a dark room. He is trying to light up a cigarette.
Pulse II: Damn piece of crap...
He struggles until he manages to light it up. He takes a drag and blows out the smoke.
Pulse II: I have really been patient with WCF management. They do not see what potential men like me have. Fortunately, Mark Markman is gonna suffer when I'm going to show him what I'm gonna do to him after I give the same treatment to my opponent: Travis Warner.
He takes a final drag and places the cigarette to the floor.
Pulse II: Warner, I see punks like you who don't believe in steroids. I don't give a damn if you're straight edge or not. Just because you've seen me before doesn't mean you know me. You are just a person looking for a grave to rest in.
Suddenly, Pulse II gives a sinister smile on his face.
Pulse II: In fact...
Pulse II takes out a gravestone. It is engraved in Travis Warner's name.
Pulse II:...you might feel the full effect of a whole new grave. MM, I am fed up with the bullshit of you giving me weak opponents. At the battle royale on Slam, I have a point to prove to you by entering that match uninvited. And I assure you, you're gonna hear me out, loud and clear.
Everything fades to black.
