Post by Corey Black on May 13, 2011 18:07:19 GMT -5
BING, look, it's Creeping Death! He's somewhere. Where is he? Who knows. Do you? Because I sure as fuck don't.'
You are a sad, pathetic little man if you don't think I know everything that happens with WCF. This place is as much mine as it was Seth's and now Markman's. Did you ever watch the Rise and Fall of ECW documentary that was put out? Imagine guys like me, Torture, and the like being the Tommy Dreamer and Buh Buh Ray's of WCF. We helped in every aspect we could while killing each other in the ring. Seth entrusted us with getting his product over in any means, and that means we had to help behind the scenes too. It's no secret. Then, when Seth decided he didn't need us anymore, he'd let us know in the ring as opposed to being the smart businessman and letting us know out of it, hence why Mark Markman is in charge. It all really makes sense, but to a simpleton like you, I'd expect nothing more than a drool and the phrase "I want dumplings!"
Blah, blah, blah, blah, BLAH! All these assholes follow you here, whether you bring them in or not. They all have that Dangertainment sticker on their bags. Every last one of them are pieces of shit and need to get the fuck away from not only WCF, but the business in general. As good of wrestlers as they are, they're not helping anyone anywhere else. If anything, they turn people off to our little family we have going on here. Your trust and loyalty equals pain and suffering for the people that follow WCF. I'd say you were a form of cancer, but that would be too nice. You're worse than cancer. You're the type of stuff President Bush wished he could do to Osama bin Laden. Well, Jason Kash, prepare for a Navy SEAL assault on your druggie ass.
You didn't come back because the talent started to grow, and you sure as shit didn't leave for a better place. That's just dipshit sounding. You left because the talent wasn't here, but now that The Cool Club is here you want to stay? Bwahaha, what in the hell? I am shocked and appalled at the fact that you wanted to come back here. After all the stuff you said, everything you tried and threatened us with, how you could be let back here without stipulation is ridiculous. So, I had to take it upon myself to humble you. All the shit you have talked about me comes to a close when you are laying in a pool of your own blood, looking up at me as I pull down the WCF Television Title and smile. Maybe then you'll go away for good, knowing damn well that you're not even close to as good as you think you are. Go on to the minor leagues where you can have groupsex with Knoxville and Malachai while trying to win matches. You should know by now that sodomy doesn't help your movement ... bowels, yes, but legs? I'm thinking no.
CD stops.
Creeping Death: Did I just resort to gay jokes?
It's not about a changing of the guard, it's not about how much I hate you, and it sure as hell isn't about the WCF TV Title. All I want to do is break your spirits so bad that you finally, FINALLY respect what the guys came before you did for you. We built this place you so easily desecrate with your blatant drug use, your shitty attitude, and overall, you. Tonight, Jason Kash, I'm not making you. I am killing you. I am bringing a fucking force like nobody has ever seen in WCF, and their first target is you. Get everyone you can to help you, Jason, because you're going to need it.
Poof, he's gone. Going to drink Diet Coke. Kash knows why, and he's a cunt for bringing it up in a goddamn promo.
You are a sad, pathetic little man if you don't think I know everything that happens with WCF. This place is as much mine as it was Seth's and now Markman's. Did you ever watch the Rise and Fall of ECW documentary that was put out? Imagine guys like me, Torture, and the like being the Tommy Dreamer and Buh Buh Ray's of WCF. We helped in every aspect we could while killing each other in the ring. Seth entrusted us with getting his product over in any means, and that means we had to help behind the scenes too. It's no secret. Then, when Seth decided he didn't need us anymore, he'd let us know in the ring as opposed to being the smart businessman and letting us know out of it, hence why Mark Markman is in charge. It all really makes sense, but to a simpleton like you, I'd expect nothing more than a drool and the phrase "I want dumplings!"
Blah, blah, blah, blah, BLAH! All these assholes follow you here, whether you bring them in or not. They all have that Dangertainment sticker on their bags. Every last one of them are pieces of shit and need to get the fuck away from not only WCF, but the business in general. As good of wrestlers as they are, they're not helping anyone anywhere else. If anything, they turn people off to our little family we have going on here. Your trust and loyalty equals pain and suffering for the people that follow WCF. I'd say you were a form of cancer, but that would be too nice. You're worse than cancer. You're the type of stuff President Bush wished he could do to Osama bin Laden. Well, Jason Kash, prepare for a Navy SEAL assault on your druggie ass.
You didn't come back because the talent started to grow, and you sure as shit didn't leave for a better place. That's just dipshit sounding. You left because the talent wasn't here, but now that The Cool Club is here you want to stay? Bwahaha, what in the hell? I am shocked and appalled at the fact that you wanted to come back here. After all the stuff you said, everything you tried and threatened us with, how you could be let back here without stipulation is ridiculous. So, I had to take it upon myself to humble you. All the shit you have talked about me comes to a close when you are laying in a pool of your own blood, looking up at me as I pull down the WCF Television Title and smile. Maybe then you'll go away for good, knowing damn well that you're not even close to as good as you think you are. Go on to the minor leagues where you can have groupsex with Knoxville and Malachai while trying to win matches. You should know by now that sodomy doesn't help your movement ... bowels, yes, but legs? I'm thinking no.
CD stops.
Creeping Death: Did I just resort to gay jokes?
It's not about a changing of the guard, it's not about how much I hate you, and it sure as hell isn't about the WCF TV Title. All I want to do is break your spirits so bad that you finally, FINALLY respect what the guys came before you did for you. We built this place you so easily desecrate with your blatant drug use, your shitty attitude, and overall, you. Tonight, Jason Kash, I'm not making you. I am killing you. I am bringing a fucking force like nobody has ever seen in WCF, and their first target is you. Get everyone you can to help you, Jason, because you're going to need it.
Poof, he's gone. Going to drink Diet Coke. Kash knows why, and he's a cunt for bringing it up in a goddamn promo.
