Post by khardaway on Aug 15, 2011 14:00:03 GMT -5
90%
8/15/2011
You know, Reb pretty much nailed it on the head as far as not only this match is concerned, but this whole “Iconic” stable is concerned for as well. Just like Reb, I got asked to join him. And also just like Reb, if he didn’t come up to me one random day a couple weeks ago and asked me to help stop people like Odin and Baines, then I would’ve just sat at home and kept healing. I would’ve come back on my own merits and I would’ve done things my way. Either way, you still would’ve had to deal with me regardless. You bastards are just lucky that I’m still not 100% yet. More like 90%. But you look at most of the roster here, and 90% Jay Williams is better than most of the roster at 100%. I said “most”. I can give exceptions here.
Like Odin. You know, he’s right. He is indeed THE man. And Baines is one of the toughest sons of bitches that I have ever come across in my entire career. He’s made that Hardcore title into legend. He’s smarter than the average wrestler and in an environment where anything goes, that’s more dangerous than getting a concussion with a chair shot, or getting busted open by a strand of barbed wire. I can’t doubt his strategy, or his brains, no matter how much he likes to ramble on and on during parts of a time. I was just trying to say calm the hell down, I got things to do instead kick people’s asses. I got a home to go to. I got a flat-chested wife sitting at home, making dinner, taking care of little Elle, my 4-year old daughter while I have to go out there and pay the bills, and feed my family. Shit isn’t easy, man.
You know how much it sucked when I got my, as you called it, “boo-boo”? Sitting at home, watching shitty rerun after shitty rerun, thanking the heavens that Amy does NOT watch Glee, looking at the TV screen and watching people like you and Odin tear up the place, wondering why anybody hasn’t sent Oblivion to a mental institution, and watching the closest thing to oral sex whenever Kaylyn J. Evans and Creeping Death have a segment together. God damn, does it ever suck. I’m not sure if there was a pun intended there or not, but still…I HATED being out. I HATED it with every fiber of my being. Now I know I can’t tell you how badly a torn pectoral muscle feels like, because honestly, it seems like you’re in DILLIGAF mode about it, and I can’t blame you. The same goes for me complaining about me being injured and out of action. But for you to say that I bolted on this place is a bunch of honest-to-god bullshit.
You saw what I did against Deruty at Explosion. You saw that I was able to tough it out. Believe you me, I wanted to just say “FUCK IT!” and keep going. It wasn’t my fault that I had to be taken out of action. It wasn’t my fault that I had to leave. Like I said before though, if I was going to go the hell out, it’s better that D-Day won the title regardless. Now am I saying that even if I was 100% during that entire match that maybe I would’ve pulled it out? Possibly. No, I definitely would’ve walked out the fucking champion. No offense to my new stablemate, but it’s true. But he isn’t my problem, people like you are, and it’s exactly the damn reason why me and Reb are getting a piece of you and Odin right now instead of waiting. I don’t want to wait. I want to do this right now. I want to get my hands on whatever force you guys are trying to create and we want to take care of it now, so we can go back to normal around here…whatever the hell normal is.
I’m not scared of you Baines. You can stroke out like you’re the uber shit and try to play with our heads like that, but it’s not going to do a damn thing over here. Was I scared when you won the Classic? Yeah. But am I supposed to be? Who wouldn’t have been scared of you if they were the World Champion, that’s the $64,000 Question you should be asking yourself? Everybody would have. Like I said, I know what you can do. And winning a World Title for the first time in my career, only to always be looking over my shoulder just in case, yeah, it was a little annoying. I didn’t like it one bit. But I would’ve been ready, just in case. So why didn’t you cash it in when you had what you may think was the easiest chance in the world? Were you also scared? Were you scared that even when you had that title grasping within your fingertips, that it would’ve been pulled away from you at the last second? Were you actually scared of me? I knew you weren’t scared of D-Day, because before you could blink, Odin came in at the last second and took the title away from him. That’s when you decided that you could play it smart and actually side with the man. I know how this game works, and you’re going to wanna end it the same way everybody else does. The same way that Hamlet did it. By stabbing your leader in the back and taking the throne all towards yourself. It’s not going to end that way. Not by a long shot.
But you know it’s not about the World Championship here. Sure, if it comes across my way, why the hell not, but I could care less about the title right now, when there’s bigger things to worry about. I didn’t just want to team up with Johnny Reb and D-Day, just so we could stroll around in the park, and play basketball, and talk about “feelings” and some other emotions which are weird…and deeply confusing. I got offered this gig because of scum like you, and Odin, and Ryan Blake. Like Mr. Reb said, we don’t have to be bestest of friends. We don’t have to get together every week. We just have to make sure this “Alliance” is a short-lived one.
So, towards Mr. Philip...Baines, and Mr. Odin...Balfore. Crap, that didn't work like you did it Baines. Scratch that.
GAME ON!
"D"JW ("Dynamite"Jonathan James "Jay" Williams)
8/15/2011
You know, Reb pretty much nailed it on the head as far as not only this match is concerned, but this whole “Iconic” stable is concerned for as well. Just like Reb, I got asked to join him. And also just like Reb, if he didn’t come up to me one random day a couple weeks ago and asked me to help stop people like Odin and Baines, then I would’ve just sat at home and kept healing. I would’ve come back on my own merits and I would’ve done things my way. Either way, you still would’ve had to deal with me regardless. You bastards are just lucky that I’m still not 100% yet. More like 90%. But you look at most of the roster here, and 90% Jay Williams is better than most of the roster at 100%. I said “most”. I can give exceptions here.
Like Odin. You know, he’s right. He is indeed THE man. And Baines is one of the toughest sons of bitches that I have ever come across in my entire career. He’s made that Hardcore title into legend. He’s smarter than the average wrestler and in an environment where anything goes, that’s more dangerous than getting a concussion with a chair shot, or getting busted open by a strand of barbed wire. I can’t doubt his strategy, or his brains, no matter how much he likes to ramble on and on during parts of a time. I was just trying to say calm the hell down, I got things to do instead kick people’s asses. I got a home to go to. I got a flat-chested wife sitting at home, making dinner, taking care of little Elle, my 4-year old daughter while I have to go out there and pay the bills, and feed my family. Shit isn’t easy, man.
You know how much it sucked when I got my, as you called it, “boo-boo”? Sitting at home, watching shitty rerun after shitty rerun, thanking the heavens that Amy does NOT watch Glee, looking at the TV screen and watching people like you and Odin tear up the place, wondering why anybody hasn’t sent Oblivion to a mental institution, and watching the closest thing to oral sex whenever Kaylyn J. Evans and Creeping Death have a segment together. God damn, does it ever suck. I’m not sure if there was a pun intended there or not, but still…I HATED being out. I HATED it with every fiber of my being. Now I know I can’t tell you how badly a torn pectoral muscle feels like, because honestly, it seems like you’re in DILLIGAF mode about it, and I can’t blame you. The same goes for me complaining about me being injured and out of action. But for you to say that I bolted on this place is a bunch of honest-to-god bullshit.
You saw what I did against Deruty at Explosion. You saw that I was able to tough it out. Believe you me, I wanted to just say “FUCK IT!” and keep going. It wasn’t my fault that I had to be taken out of action. It wasn’t my fault that I had to leave. Like I said before though, if I was going to go the hell out, it’s better that D-Day won the title regardless. Now am I saying that even if I was 100% during that entire match that maybe I would’ve pulled it out? Possibly. No, I definitely would’ve walked out the fucking champion. No offense to my new stablemate, but it’s true. But he isn’t my problem, people like you are, and it’s exactly the damn reason why me and Reb are getting a piece of you and Odin right now instead of waiting. I don’t want to wait. I want to do this right now. I want to get my hands on whatever force you guys are trying to create and we want to take care of it now, so we can go back to normal around here…whatever the hell normal is.
I’m not scared of you Baines. You can stroke out like you’re the uber shit and try to play with our heads like that, but it’s not going to do a damn thing over here. Was I scared when you won the Classic? Yeah. But am I supposed to be? Who wouldn’t have been scared of you if they were the World Champion, that’s the $64,000 Question you should be asking yourself? Everybody would have. Like I said, I know what you can do. And winning a World Title for the first time in my career, only to always be looking over my shoulder just in case, yeah, it was a little annoying. I didn’t like it one bit. But I would’ve been ready, just in case. So why didn’t you cash it in when you had what you may think was the easiest chance in the world? Were you also scared? Were you scared that even when you had that title grasping within your fingertips, that it would’ve been pulled away from you at the last second? Were you actually scared of me? I knew you weren’t scared of D-Day, because before you could blink, Odin came in at the last second and took the title away from him. That’s when you decided that you could play it smart and actually side with the man. I know how this game works, and you’re going to wanna end it the same way everybody else does. The same way that Hamlet did it. By stabbing your leader in the back and taking the throne all towards yourself. It’s not going to end that way. Not by a long shot.
But you know it’s not about the World Championship here. Sure, if it comes across my way, why the hell not, but I could care less about the title right now, when there’s bigger things to worry about. I didn’t just want to team up with Johnny Reb and D-Day, just so we could stroll around in the park, and play basketball, and talk about “feelings” and some other emotions which are weird…and deeply confusing. I got offered this gig because of scum like you, and Odin, and Ryan Blake. Like Mr. Reb said, we don’t have to be bestest of friends. We don’t have to get together every week. We just have to make sure this “Alliance” is a short-lived one.
GAME ON!
"D"JW ("Dynamite"
