Post by khardaway on May 19, 2011 3:45:24 GMT -5
Oblivion's Reign of Terror: 3/2010 - 5/2011
5/18/11
Life sucks.
Don’t get me wrong, it doesn’t suck that it took every fabric of flesh in my entire body to put away that monstrous bastard in the middle of that ring last Friday night. That will go down as one of the proudest victories of my life, that’s for sure. I say “one of” because there’s a date scheduled next month that I have circled that could possibly replace it if the time comes. But I’ll get into that later. Yes, retaining this title didn’t suck. But you know what sucks? EVERYTHING ELSE. Like I said, it took every ounce of strength and energy in my body to put him down for three seconds. That’s all I could get. It was a pain getting a two count. The second I went to the back, I looked myself in the mirror and saw a fucking trainwreck. My body was aching, my nose was broken, my face was covered in god knows what from being thrown face first into a bathroom toilet, and my hair was this mixture of colors that resembled me going through a rainbow. Speaking of my hair, I had to get it cut thanks to you. And I loved my hair, dammit.
What I said was true, I knew that I was going to wake up in the morning and not being able to move. I’m lucky that my daughter isn’t at the age where jumping on her father means nothing to the world. She’s getting there though which scares me. But I woke up, and saw the title draped across the hotel chair. Works for me. Hell, I had a gut feeling inside me that I wasn’t going to walk out of Water Works as the WCF World Champion. How the hell did I survive that agony and torture? I thought of a way, although I have no idea what that plan was, because I think that big fucker dropped me on my head enough time for me to forget math for the time being.
Why do I say “life sucks” though, when I’m still the champion, I get to go back to the hotel to get taken care by my beautiful wife (not to go too TMI, but, when you go back and see your wife dressed up as a nurse, suddenly your body hurts 10x more), and the simple fact that everything around me is smiling happily? Why? Because now that I’ve toppled Goliath, he’s woken up from his slumber and now there’s a trophy case in wherever the hell he feeds underground, with a spot saved just for my HEAD. It didn’t help when I went to Slam this week and the first thing that I lay eyes on is him, utterly destroying the piss out of The Brain, Steeltoe Joe, and Eric Price…three of our youngest rookies, and he just annihilated them.
I don’t need this kind of crap in my life. I beat you, in your own game; get to the back of the freakin’ line. I don’t need your bullcrap psychological games anymore. I think you should worry about your dead partner instead of worrying about me. I didn’t kill the man, the person who still has a contract to hunt me down like a dog was the one who did the deed. Philip Baines. I have never SEEN a crazier man in my life than him. And I’ve seen guys setting other people on fire, I’ve seen people falling off scaffolds into a giant ass apple pie, and I’ve seen guys that are from the future…but NEVER have I seen somebody actually KILL a man before in the middle of the ring.
I can’t believe I’m saying this, but…hell, I don’t like you, Oblivion, and obviously, he looks to be next on your hit list…but maybe, just maybe, if you can take him out before he does any damage to me and takes my title away from me like a wretched little shit, then maybe I can try to give you a rematch for the title. Yeah, I’m being nice to you, how about that. And this isn’t because of what’s going to happen on Slam. This is a personal deed from me to you. I’ll let you think it over; I don’t need your answer today, tomorrow, or this week. Give it some time. Because right now, you could care less about that. You just want to take care of me, once and for all. Why, I’m not sure, when by pinning me, you won’t win my title.
Honestly, I didn’t expect myself to be in this kind of dire straits. Actually, you seem to be in more trouble than me, or even D-Day is. Unlike all the other times, this kind of situation has happened in wrestling, me and D-Day seem to be cool with each other. At least, I think we are. The only problem we have is the fact that we want to settle who the best wrestler in the game is next month at Blast. That’s it. And our title match is going to prove just that. It’s been a long time here since there was THE top guy. Sure, I’m the champion, but I’m not THE guy. Not yet, at least. At Blast, I’m going to fully sign my name as said. But once again, I’m getting ahead of myself. That’s almost a month away, who knows what the hell could happen.
It’s all about NOW, and the simple fact that even though you’re tall, you’re huge, and that you could probably defend those Tag Team titles by yourself; you’re in a bind. You don’t have your BFF in your corner to help you defend the titles. It’s just you, all by yourself. Unless Greenfever DECIDES that Monday is the perfect day to rise from the dead. Hey, more power to you, and more power for me and D-Day to conquer. It would quite the conundrum, if the World Heavyweight Champion and the #1 contender for said championship would end up being the Tag Team Champions. Who knows what crazy shenanigans would happen with us being the champions. It’s happened before in wrestling, why not here and now?
Besides, I know a thing or two about those belts. Man, I could’ve been one half of one of the greatest tag teams ever when me and Brad Kane won those titles 5 years ago. Sadly, he injured his neck and he had to forfeit his half, and they gave me one of my former companions that I worked with a couple years prior to winning those titles. He was a lost cause and a waste of space, so I just threw away the titles, flat out. Will I make the same mistake twice? I don’t think so.
This week will officially be the end to the worst week of your life, Oblivion. Starting at XIII, where I not only retained my title against you, but you lost your dear friend and tag partner. This Monday on Slam, me and D-Day officially end your reign of terror. And you can choke on that, bitch.
Bitch? Bitch please!
“D”JW
5/18/11
Life sucks.
Don’t get me wrong, it doesn’t suck that it took every fabric of flesh in my entire body to put away that monstrous bastard in the middle of that ring last Friday night. That will go down as one of the proudest victories of my life, that’s for sure. I say “one of” because there’s a date scheduled next month that I have circled that could possibly replace it if the time comes. But I’ll get into that later. Yes, retaining this title didn’t suck. But you know what sucks? EVERYTHING ELSE. Like I said, it took every ounce of strength and energy in my body to put him down for three seconds. That’s all I could get. It was a pain getting a two count. The second I went to the back, I looked myself in the mirror and saw a fucking trainwreck. My body was aching, my nose was broken, my face was covered in god knows what from being thrown face first into a bathroom toilet, and my hair was this mixture of colors that resembled me going through a rainbow. Speaking of my hair, I had to get it cut thanks to you. And I loved my hair, dammit.
What I said was true, I knew that I was going to wake up in the morning and not being able to move. I’m lucky that my daughter isn’t at the age where jumping on her father means nothing to the world. She’s getting there though which scares me. But I woke up, and saw the title draped across the hotel chair. Works for me. Hell, I had a gut feeling inside me that I wasn’t going to walk out of Water Works as the WCF World Champion. How the hell did I survive that agony and torture? I thought of a way, although I have no idea what that plan was, because I think that big fucker dropped me on my head enough time for me to forget math for the time being.
Why do I say “life sucks” though, when I’m still the champion, I get to go back to the hotel to get taken care by my beautiful wife (not to go too TMI, but, when you go back and see your wife dressed up as a nurse, suddenly your body hurts 10x more), and the simple fact that everything around me is smiling happily? Why? Because now that I’ve toppled Goliath, he’s woken up from his slumber and now there’s a trophy case in wherever the hell he feeds underground, with a spot saved just for my HEAD. It didn’t help when I went to Slam this week and the first thing that I lay eyes on is him, utterly destroying the piss out of The Brain, Steeltoe Joe, and Eric Price…three of our youngest rookies, and he just annihilated them.
I don’t need this kind of crap in my life. I beat you, in your own game; get to the back of the freakin’ line. I don’t need your bullcrap psychological games anymore. I think you should worry about your dead partner instead of worrying about me. I didn’t kill the man, the person who still has a contract to hunt me down like a dog was the one who did the deed. Philip Baines. I have never SEEN a crazier man in my life than him. And I’ve seen guys setting other people on fire, I’ve seen people falling off scaffolds into a giant ass apple pie, and I’ve seen guys that are from the future…but NEVER have I seen somebody actually KILL a man before in the middle of the ring.
I can’t believe I’m saying this, but…hell, I don’t like you, Oblivion, and obviously, he looks to be next on your hit list…but maybe, just maybe, if you can take him out before he does any damage to me and takes my title away from me like a wretched little shit, then maybe I can try to give you a rematch for the title. Yeah, I’m being nice to you, how about that. And this isn’t because of what’s going to happen on Slam. This is a personal deed from me to you. I’ll let you think it over; I don’t need your answer today, tomorrow, or this week. Give it some time. Because right now, you could care less about that. You just want to take care of me, once and for all. Why, I’m not sure, when by pinning me, you won’t win my title.
Honestly, I didn’t expect myself to be in this kind of dire straits. Actually, you seem to be in more trouble than me, or even D-Day is. Unlike all the other times, this kind of situation has happened in wrestling, me and D-Day seem to be cool with each other. At least, I think we are. The only problem we have is the fact that we want to settle who the best wrestler in the game is next month at Blast. That’s it. And our title match is going to prove just that. It’s been a long time here since there was THE top guy. Sure, I’m the champion, but I’m not THE guy. Not yet, at least. At Blast, I’m going to fully sign my name as said. But once again, I’m getting ahead of myself. That’s almost a month away, who knows what the hell could happen.
It’s all about NOW, and the simple fact that even though you’re tall, you’re huge, and that you could probably defend those Tag Team titles by yourself; you’re in a bind. You don’t have your BFF in your corner to help you defend the titles. It’s just you, all by yourself. Unless Greenfever DECIDES that Monday is the perfect day to rise from the dead. Hey, more power to you, and more power for me and D-Day to conquer. It would quite the conundrum, if the World Heavyweight Champion and the #1 contender for said championship would end up being the Tag Team Champions. Who knows what crazy shenanigans would happen with us being the champions. It’s happened before in wrestling, why not here and now?
Besides, I know a thing or two about those belts. Man, I could’ve been one half of one of the greatest tag teams ever when me and Brad Kane won those titles 5 years ago. Sadly, he injured his neck and he had to forfeit his half, and they gave me one of my former companions that I worked with a couple years prior to winning those titles. He was a lost cause and a waste of space, so I just threw away the titles, flat out. Will I make the same mistake twice? I don’t think so.
This week will officially be the end to the worst week of your life, Oblivion. Starting at XIII, where I not only retained my title against you, but you lost your dear friend and tag partner. This Monday on Slam, me and D-Day officially end your reign of terror. And you can choke on that, bitch.
Bitch? Bitch please!
“D”JW
