Post by FPV on May 30, 2011 11:03:53 GMT -5
May 29, 2011
I'll be the first to say that i have not been having the best of luck with the past few weeks. In fact, my matches the past few weeks have been shit. And I guess this is my fault. I've sucked in the actual wrestling department because I haven't gotten a win since before Explosion. And I've sucked in the promo department because I've been doing nothing but saying the same bullshit over and over again ad nauseum. I believe that it's the image I've been trying to play for some time, it just feels too constricting. It's been way too hard to find new things to say, I didn't expect this to happen this quickly. I guess it's time I came up with a new schtick to do. I'm an old dog, and I need new tricks.
A new dog who already learned some new tricks is making his debut this week. My protege Da Funk is going up against Audrey Horn. What better way for this guy to show off his talent then to demolish an underserving chick with no work ethic. At least I try to get shit done, and Da Funk...well, let's just say that he is itching for a fight, and sooner or later he'll get one.
Shane Borderland is another person whose wants to brawl. And a brawl I will give him if it's the last thing I do. He and his buddy Kash, a jock and a stoner. Really, that kind of partnership is bound to end horribly. And to think me and Da Funk are gonna' face these guys in a few days. Really, when has a partnership like this ever succeeded at doing anything but proving themselves to their egos? Despite their name, they lack a certain form of organization that me and Da Funk have. But Kash, that little toker can wait his turn. Now, my sights are turned to Shane.
Shane believes I ran my mouth too much and he lost respect for me. Run my mouth? RUN MY MOUTH?! That little punk should learn his goddamn place and take a look in the mirror. Motherfucker doessn’t know who the real blabber-mouth in this whole thing is. When I hear him, it’s like a full on A-Bomb of crap hitting my ears, and it’s an A-Bomb AIR STRIKE if Kash is with him. Well, I'ma land an air-strike of my own on these fucks. When that bell rings on Monday, I will feel so elated to hit The Duster™ on that sorry excuse for skin and bones.
And Monday, forget this whole “Jobber-on-a-mission” deal, this shit has run it’s course. The cow has been milked dry, the gold-rush has ended, however the hell you want to say it, it’s done. I’ve been in WCF for too long to have these toddlers called wrestlers get the audacity to call me a rookie. Kash and Borderland have made that mistake. Low-life, uneducated simple-tons, I’ve been paying my dues for friggin’ 10 YEARS, and this is what they give me? Shit-heads with the I.Q of a cardboard box? FUCK THAT! I’m done with this. The next time you’ll see me Journal is when the shit hits the fan.
I'll be the first to say that i have not been having the best of luck with the past few weeks. In fact, my matches the past few weeks have been shit. And I guess this is my fault. I've sucked in the actual wrestling department because I haven't gotten a win since before Explosion. And I've sucked in the promo department because I've been doing nothing but saying the same bullshit over and over again ad nauseum. I believe that it's the image I've been trying to play for some time, it just feels too constricting. It's been way too hard to find new things to say, I didn't expect this to happen this quickly. I guess it's time I came up with a new schtick to do. I'm an old dog, and I need new tricks.
A new dog who already learned some new tricks is making his debut this week. My protege Da Funk is going up against Audrey Horn. What better way for this guy to show off his talent then to demolish an underserving chick with no work ethic. At least I try to get shit done, and Da Funk...well, let's just say that he is itching for a fight, and sooner or later he'll get one.
Shane Borderland is another person whose wants to brawl. And a brawl I will give him if it's the last thing I do. He and his buddy Kash, a jock and a stoner. Really, that kind of partnership is bound to end horribly. And to think me and Da Funk are gonna' face these guys in a few days. Really, when has a partnership like this ever succeeded at doing anything but proving themselves to their egos? Despite their name, they lack a certain form of organization that me and Da Funk have. But Kash, that little toker can wait his turn. Now, my sights are turned to Shane.
Shane believes I ran my mouth too much and he lost respect for me. Run my mouth? RUN MY MOUTH?! That little punk should learn his goddamn place and take a look in the mirror. Motherfucker doessn’t know who the real blabber-mouth in this whole thing is. When I hear him, it’s like a full on A-Bomb of crap hitting my ears, and it’s an A-Bomb AIR STRIKE if Kash is with him. Well, I'ma land an air-strike of my own on these fucks. When that bell rings on Monday, I will feel so elated to hit The Duster™ on that sorry excuse for skin and bones.
And Monday, forget this whole “Jobber-on-a-mission” deal, this shit has run it’s course. The cow has been milked dry, the gold-rush has ended, however the hell you want to say it, it’s done. I’ve been in WCF for too long to have these toddlers called wrestlers get the audacity to call me a rookie. Kash and Borderland have made that mistake. Low-life, uneducated simple-tons, I’ve been paying my dues for friggin’ 10 YEARS, and this is what they give me? Shit-heads with the I.Q of a cardboard box? FUCK THAT! I’m done with this. The next time you’ll see me Journal is when the shit hits the fan.
