Post by cureforthesickness on Jun 19, 2007 11:02:06 GMT -5
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Tuesday 19/06/2007
Death to an innovator
Current Mood: furious
Shooting. It’s something that people think is cool in this modern era of professional wrestling. Shooting, the act of going against the script and bringing “legit” elements into the fray without any rhyme or reason, going against the story. You see CBT, with your shoot, you did something very unkind. You did something downright cruel. You brought my young daughter into the fray. You dumb fuck. You don’t bring someone’s kids into shit and you sure as hell don’t try to talk shit on a five year old girl.
CBT, prior to your little online segment, which is by far the stupidest way I have ever seen someone film a pre-match promo ever, and a blatant abuse of your webmaster powers, I didn’t want to hurt you. I didn’t want to maim you. I didn’t want to cripple you. I wanted to go out there and wrestle you. You see CBT, while I’ve beat you multiple times now, every time has been under some sort of gimmick match, for the most part. Italian dinner death match, barbed wire cage match, fans supply the weapons match. Sure, violence for the sake of violence is fun and all, but I wanted to beat you a new way, I wanted to beat you straight up wrestling.
You see CBT, I’m down with these pure rules. Some fat faggot Jew may have invented them, and you may have just adopted them and claimed them as your own like some new born baby from that cum dumpster you run around with, but they work. No one can argue that Josh Dean versus Obo was a great match, and it sure as hell wasn’t because of Josh Dean, because he sucks dick. He lost to fucking Yukio! But I’ve taken these pure rules in and made them my own.. But by doing this, I’ve turned myself into something that much more dangerous.
I no longer need light bulb tubes and barbed wire to injure someone. Thanks to the pure rules, I’ve did a little studying, seen the light, learned how to break bones and shatter dreams. CBT, by booking yourself against me, you come expecting light bulb tubes and razor blades, but you fail to realize I come pre-equipped with weapons far worse.
CBT, prior to your little segment, I didn’t want to hurt you. Honest to God, I was planning on going out there, working my match, hitting some cool stompy move, and pinning you for the seventeenth time. But now, you’ve decided to shoot. You’ve decided to talk shit about shit you know nothing about. You met my kid. Alright. You know my kid’s name. Cool. You know she likes to play with toy trunks instead of Barbie dolls. What you don’t know is that in her short life, she’s lost a big sister and a Grandma. She’s had a fucking lunatic mother who for several years wouldn’t even see her. She has a father who’s always on the road, so she has to live with her sixty something Grandmother who won’t buy cable TV because she thinks it gives money to the Communists. What you don’t know is my kid has to see her father every week on TV, bleeding and cut, and has just learned to deal with it because daddy is working.
CBT, what you don’t fucking know is that this year for Father’s day, my daughter spent three hours making me a card with construction paper and macaroonis, but I couldn’t even see her because I was on the God damn road traveling from one meaningless show to the next, because of your intellectually- disabled policies that workers have to be at every show regardless if they are booked or not.
CBT, you want to shoot? Let’s shoot. You’re fucking over rated, and no one rates you very high to start with. Everything that has come to you has come because no one else was around. The International championship and that “great” feud with Man of the Hour? That only happened because the real wrestlers were all feuding for the world title, and there was no one left for the International title.
Your one shot at my International title? It happened because Calvin Lee is a fucking cunt and couldn’t produce an entertaining match on his own, so they tossed two douches in the ring for me to destroy as opposed to one. Your ownership? You only got it because Drakz filled some papers out wrong in his stoned out exit, and an O looked a little too much like a C, and a second O was just unidentifiable, but it kind of looked like a T.
CBT, you want to shoot? Let’s keep the shooting to the ring. This week on TV, you’re gonna learn how to shoot. I’m just hoping the airports don’t find my Revolver, because I’d hate to murder you with a God damned pellet gun.
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Tuesday 19/06/2007
Death to an innovator
Current Mood: furious
Shooting. It’s something that people think is cool in this modern era of professional wrestling. Shooting, the act of going against the script and bringing “legit” elements into the fray without any rhyme or reason, going against the story. You see CBT, with your shoot, you did something very unkind. You did something downright cruel. You brought my young daughter into the fray. You dumb fuck. You don’t bring someone’s kids into shit and you sure as hell don’t try to talk shit on a five year old girl.
CBT, prior to your little online segment, which is by far the stupidest way I have ever seen someone film a pre-match promo ever, and a blatant abuse of your webmaster powers, I didn’t want to hurt you. I didn’t want to maim you. I didn’t want to cripple you. I wanted to go out there and wrestle you. You see CBT, while I’ve beat you multiple times now, every time has been under some sort of gimmick match, for the most part. Italian dinner death match, barbed wire cage match, fans supply the weapons match. Sure, violence for the sake of violence is fun and all, but I wanted to beat you a new way, I wanted to beat you straight up wrestling.
You see CBT, I’m down with these pure rules. Some fat faggot Jew may have invented them, and you may have just adopted them and claimed them as your own like some new born baby from that cum dumpster you run around with, but they work. No one can argue that Josh Dean versus Obo was a great match, and it sure as hell wasn’t because of Josh Dean, because he sucks dick. He lost to fucking Yukio! But I’ve taken these pure rules in and made them my own.. But by doing this, I’ve turned myself into something that much more dangerous.
I no longer need light bulb tubes and barbed wire to injure someone. Thanks to the pure rules, I’ve did a little studying, seen the light, learned how to break bones and shatter dreams. CBT, by booking yourself against me, you come expecting light bulb tubes and razor blades, but you fail to realize I come pre-equipped with weapons far worse.
CBT, prior to your little segment, I didn’t want to hurt you. Honest to God, I was planning on going out there, working my match, hitting some cool stompy move, and pinning you for the seventeenth time. But now, you’ve decided to shoot. You’ve decided to talk shit about shit you know nothing about. You met my kid. Alright. You know my kid’s name. Cool. You know she likes to play with toy trunks instead of Barbie dolls. What you don’t know is that in her short life, she’s lost a big sister and a Grandma. She’s had a fucking lunatic mother who for several years wouldn’t even see her. She has a father who’s always on the road, so she has to live with her sixty something Grandmother who won’t buy cable TV because she thinks it gives money to the Communists. What you don’t know is my kid has to see her father every week on TV, bleeding and cut, and has just learned to deal with it because daddy is working.
CBT, what you don’t fucking know is that this year for Father’s day, my daughter spent three hours making me a card with construction paper and macaroonis, but I couldn’t even see her because I was on the God damn road traveling from one meaningless show to the next, because of your intellectually- disabled policies that workers have to be at every show regardless if they are booked or not.
CBT, you want to shoot? Let’s shoot. You’re fucking over rated, and no one rates you very high to start with. Everything that has come to you has come because no one else was around. The International championship and that “great” feud with Man of the Hour? That only happened because the real wrestlers were all feuding for the world title, and there was no one left for the International title.
Your one shot at my International title? It happened because Calvin Lee is a fucking cunt and couldn’t produce an entertaining match on his own, so they tossed two douches in the ring for me to destroy as opposed to one. Your ownership? You only got it because Drakz filled some papers out wrong in his stoned out exit, and an O looked a little too much like a C, and a second O was just unidentifiable, but it kind of looked like a T.
CBT, you want to shoot? Let’s keep the shooting to the ring. This week on TV, you’re gonna learn how to shoot. I’m just hoping the airports don’t find my Revolver, because I’d hate to murder you with a God damned pellet gun.
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