"When It Came To Saving Me, You Let Me Self Destruct"
Jun 23, 2016 19:40:41 GMT -5
Post by Zero McHannon on Jun 23, 2016 19:40:41 GMT -5
Fun facts time. And when I say facts, I mean some real facts, not that made up bullshit that Carmine and Cannon foam at the mouth to try and pass off as facts.
Six. The number of months that I’ve been carrying this company on my shoulders.
Five. The number of matches I’ve had before the last episode of Vertigo.
Four. The number of pay per views in a row that you’ve seen me headline for the FGA World Championship.
Three. The number of idiots it takes to form the New Kings.
Two. Well, this is easy…. TWO TIME FGA World Champion.
One… Isn’t this the part where I say there can only be one winner to the Gold Rush Rumble, then go back on my word?
I’m aggravated, and aggravated is probably an understatement. People act like winning the FGA World Championship is an easy task. This company thinks that since I’m the FGA World Champion, that I can have the least amount of matches out of the current active roster and it will satisfy my hunger to step into the ring. That’s why you see me put on the greatest matches this company has seen for the past six months, because I’m not getting in there often, but when I do, I BLOW THE FUCKING ROOF OFF THAT BUILDING!
There’s a part of me that says these two homos, Carmine and Cannon, can have it. They can fight over this championship and get the disrespect from everyone who is jealous that they’re at the top. They can have the management underbook them and watch as they weasel their way into making sure that the odds will always be against you. They can deal with the bullshit of giving this company your absolute best, only to have your title matches be a Co-Main event to some shoulder recovering jackass who hasn’t stepped into the ring since I made his injury unbearable to work with anymore.
But that’s only part of me… the competitor in me won’t allow me to do that.
After all the shit I’ve had to take since the Gold Rush Rumble was decided, I don’t think you can blame me.
Every Vertigo I’ve had to tackle the New Kings like I had to tackle my handicap match last episode. But all of that is about to change… They can try to ignore fighting each other all they want.
The New Kings can sit around and pretend that they’re going to stay on the same page when they walk out on that canvas at All Star Showdown, but we all know the truth don’t we?
All it takes is putting the FGA World Championship in front of people to make them realize that this isn’t Dynamic Duos anymore. They can try and tag team their way throughout my match, but when it comes time to close those curtains, they’re going to realize how fucking worthless it all really was. They can’t avoid fighting each other any longer so that one of them doesn’t get their feelings hurt or embarrassed. One of them is going to take the loss right up their ass, and surprisingly, that’s Tony’s favorite hobby.
When Carmine and Cannon go into a twitter silence after they lose, someone remind them that there’s always the Lion Cup around the corner.
June 23rd, 2016
Long Island, New York
The scene fell in on Zero McHannon stumbling around his house in Long Island. After he put a hand on the wall to help with his balance, down came the his old framed MONSTARS jersey from his time in Platinum Dynasty Wrestling. As he made his way into the living room, an escort sat on the couch with a glass in one hand and a burnt out cigarette in her other hand. McHannon slammed down on the chair next to her and stared at the television.
“You knocked over one of your awards. What’s it matter to you whenever you’ve got so many?” The escort said as he raised the glass back to her lips.
“I’m not paying you to judge me.” Zero snapped back at her.
“I know. You haven’t paid me for sex recently either. I’ve been here for three days and we haven’t even fucked since the first day. You’ve been paying me to talk to you basically.” There was a sick smile that crossed the escort’s face when she spoke. She shrugged her shoulders without a care in the world as long as she was getting paid.
McHannon shook his head and ignored her. “I got a lot on my mind lately. You’re going to sit here and listen to every mother fucking problem I have until you’re sick of it. When I ask you a question, you answer. When I say make me a sandwich, you make me a fucking sandwich. At least we’re on the same page.”
The escort looked over to him with a disconcerned look on her face. “I’m not your damn maid. I’ve got plenty of clients I can get a call from right now, and they’ll at least fuck me.”
Zero threw a hand up to her and continued to watch the television. Just as he thought he could relax some a commercial hit the speakers and the screen started to show clips of Frontier Grappling Wrestling.
“On June 2th, LIVE from Jenkins Arena in Lakeland, Florida… The FGA World Champion, Zero McHannon, will be coming to his home state to defend his championship against the Gold Rush Rumble winners, Johnny Cannon and Tony Carmine in a main event that you must not miss!” The clips show some shots of Zero as he held the FGA World Championship over his head while Cannon and Carmine made his life a living hell.
It then transitions to the next scene where it shows Chandler Scott and Jimmy Page. They are in each other’s face as there was a stare down, then the television stared to talk again. “And in the other main event for the night, after a long anticipated return from Chandler Scott, he will go one on one against Jimmy Page in a Chivalry Is Dead match! One of the most exciting match ups of the night and rightfully deserved!”
McHannon clenched his fist as he watched on, I’m the one that deserves everything I have, but don’t get the respect for it. I’ve beat the shit out of both those men. I’m the one holding the top title. I’m the guy who gives this fucking company everything I’ve got.
“Why aren’t you at the FrontierCon thing they have going on?” The escort asked as she fired up another cigarette on Zero’s couch.
“Because I don’t want to go. What the hell is up with the questions? Why should that company deserve anymore of the time I give them already after the way they treat me? Why don’t you go and sign a couple of autographs for me? Those people don’t deserve to have my signature or see my face. Not until they start showing me some respect.” Zero spoke from behind the glass of tequila at his lips.
The escort looked over at the FGA World Champion with disgust and then back to the television. There was an awkward moment of silence as the commercial finished with a rundown of the card for All Star Showdown, then cut to their normally tuned schedule.
She sat up higher in her seat and looked back over to Zero. “Well, at least you’re facing some sexy mother fuckers on Saturday. Tony Carmine is soooooo dreamy, and if I had a dad fetish, I’d so be into Johnny Cannon. I’ll go do your job at FrontierCon if I get to meet them. Where do I sign up?”
Zero slowly turned his head to the escort with narrowed eyes and stood up from his chair. “What the fuck did you just say to me?” McHannon slurred as he spoke, but was only feet away from the escort now.
“I said that you’re wrestling two sexy mother fuckers at All Star Showdown. I haven’t watched wrestling until I started to come around here, but I think I might start. Do you think they’ll take a blowjob for a couple of free…----”
McHannon snapped.
He threw the escort off the couch and onto the hardwood floor of his living room. Anger took over his body as he slammed the escort’s head off the floor and started to follow it up with punches square to her face. She was making noises, but McHannon couldn’t hear them as adrenaline flooded his body and took over. He hit her… again… and again… and again… and again…
After he stood up and seen that her face was covered in blood and her nose seemed to be broken, McHannon didn’t hesitate as he turned around and grabbed his bags near the door, then left.
Holy… I’ve fucked up bad this time…
Six. The number of months that I’ve been carrying this company on my shoulders.
Five. The number of matches I’ve had before the last episode of Vertigo.
Four. The number of pay per views in a row that you’ve seen me headline for the FGA World Championship.
Three. The number of idiots it takes to form the New Kings.
Two. Well, this is easy…. TWO TIME FGA World Champion.
One… Isn’t this the part where I say there can only be one winner to the Gold Rush Rumble, then go back on my word?
I’m aggravated, and aggravated is probably an understatement. People act like winning the FGA World Championship is an easy task. This company thinks that since I’m the FGA World Champion, that I can have the least amount of matches out of the current active roster and it will satisfy my hunger to step into the ring. That’s why you see me put on the greatest matches this company has seen for the past six months, because I’m not getting in there often, but when I do, I BLOW THE FUCKING ROOF OFF THAT BUILDING!
There’s a part of me that says these two homos, Carmine and Cannon, can have it. They can fight over this championship and get the disrespect from everyone who is jealous that they’re at the top. They can have the management underbook them and watch as they weasel their way into making sure that the odds will always be against you. They can deal with the bullshit of giving this company your absolute best, only to have your title matches be a Co-Main event to some shoulder recovering jackass who hasn’t stepped into the ring since I made his injury unbearable to work with anymore.
But that’s only part of me… the competitor in me won’t allow me to do that.
After all the shit I’ve had to take since the Gold Rush Rumble was decided, I don’t think you can blame me.
Every Vertigo I’ve had to tackle the New Kings like I had to tackle my handicap match last episode. But all of that is about to change… They can try to ignore fighting each other all they want.
The New Kings can sit around and pretend that they’re going to stay on the same page when they walk out on that canvas at All Star Showdown, but we all know the truth don’t we?
All it takes is putting the FGA World Championship in front of people to make them realize that this isn’t Dynamic Duos anymore. They can try and tag team their way throughout my match, but when it comes time to close those curtains, they’re going to realize how fucking worthless it all really was. They can’t avoid fighting each other any longer so that one of them doesn’t get their feelings hurt or embarrassed. One of them is going to take the loss right up their ass, and surprisingly, that’s Tony’s favorite hobby.
When Carmine and Cannon go into a twitter silence after they lose, someone remind them that there’s always the Lion Cup around the corner.
~~~~~~~~~~
June 23rd, 2016
Long Island, New York
The scene fell in on Zero McHannon stumbling around his house in Long Island. After he put a hand on the wall to help with his balance, down came the his old framed MONSTARS jersey from his time in Platinum Dynasty Wrestling. As he made his way into the living room, an escort sat on the couch with a glass in one hand and a burnt out cigarette in her other hand. McHannon slammed down on the chair next to her and stared at the television.
“You knocked over one of your awards. What’s it matter to you whenever you’ve got so many?” The escort said as he raised the glass back to her lips.
“I’m not paying you to judge me.” Zero snapped back at her.
“I know. You haven’t paid me for sex recently either. I’ve been here for three days and we haven’t even fucked since the first day. You’ve been paying me to talk to you basically.” There was a sick smile that crossed the escort’s face when she spoke. She shrugged her shoulders without a care in the world as long as she was getting paid.
McHannon shook his head and ignored her. “I got a lot on my mind lately. You’re going to sit here and listen to every mother fucking problem I have until you’re sick of it. When I ask you a question, you answer. When I say make me a sandwich, you make me a fucking sandwich. At least we’re on the same page.”
The escort looked over to him with a disconcerned look on her face. “I’m not your damn maid. I’ve got plenty of clients I can get a call from right now, and they’ll at least fuck me.”
Zero threw a hand up to her and continued to watch the television. Just as he thought he could relax some a commercial hit the speakers and the screen started to show clips of Frontier Grappling Wrestling.
“On June 2th, LIVE from Jenkins Arena in Lakeland, Florida… The FGA World Champion, Zero McHannon, will be coming to his home state to defend his championship against the Gold Rush Rumble winners, Johnny Cannon and Tony Carmine in a main event that you must not miss!” The clips show some shots of Zero as he held the FGA World Championship over his head while Cannon and Carmine made his life a living hell.
It then transitions to the next scene where it shows Chandler Scott and Jimmy Page. They are in each other’s face as there was a stare down, then the television stared to talk again. “And in the other main event for the night, after a long anticipated return from Chandler Scott, he will go one on one against Jimmy Page in a Chivalry Is Dead match! One of the most exciting match ups of the night and rightfully deserved!”
McHannon clenched his fist as he watched on, I’m the one that deserves everything I have, but don’t get the respect for it. I’ve beat the shit out of both those men. I’m the one holding the top title. I’m the guy who gives this fucking company everything I’ve got.
“Why aren’t you at the FrontierCon thing they have going on?” The escort asked as she fired up another cigarette on Zero’s couch.
“Because I don’t want to go. What the hell is up with the questions? Why should that company deserve anymore of the time I give them already after the way they treat me? Why don’t you go and sign a couple of autographs for me? Those people don’t deserve to have my signature or see my face. Not until they start showing me some respect.” Zero spoke from behind the glass of tequila at his lips.
The escort looked over at the FGA World Champion with disgust and then back to the television. There was an awkward moment of silence as the commercial finished with a rundown of the card for All Star Showdown, then cut to their normally tuned schedule.
She sat up higher in her seat and looked back over to Zero. “Well, at least you’re facing some sexy mother fuckers on Saturday. Tony Carmine is soooooo dreamy, and if I had a dad fetish, I’d so be into Johnny Cannon. I’ll go do your job at FrontierCon if I get to meet them. Where do I sign up?”
Zero slowly turned his head to the escort with narrowed eyes and stood up from his chair. “What the fuck did you just say to me?” McHannon slurred as he spoke, but was only feet away from the escort now.
“I said that you’re wrestling two sexy mother fuckers at All Star Showdown. I haven’t watched wrestling until I started to come around here, but I think I might start. Do you think they’ll take a blowjob for a couple of free…----”
McHannon snapped.
He threw the escort off the couch and onto the hardwood floor of his living room. Anger took over his body as he slammed the escort’s head off the floor and started to follow it up with punches square to her face. She was making noises, but McHannon couldn’t hear them as adrenaline flooded his body and took over. He hit her… again… and again… and again… and again…
After he stood up and seen that her face was covered in blood and her nose seemed to be broken, McHannon didn’t hesitate as he turned around and grabbed his bags near the door, then left.
Holy… I’ve fucked up bad this time…
~~~~~~~~~~
“I’ve been waiting for this day for months now. I don’t always get matches, but when I do, you better believe I’m fired up to get in those ropes and prove why I’m one of the best athletes in any company I step in. Especially for a FGA World Championship match, because let’s face it… this title is mine, not FGA’s.
I’ve also been looking forward to see Carmine and Cannon put their pussy nature to the side and actually come at each other, but we all know that won’t happen when I gave them the chance on the last Vertigo. It will be the same old shit with them, ‘The New Kings are the greatest thing ever except when it comes to performing in tag team matches together’, or ‘We are dominating the competition, and no one can touch us, even though we’re cowards and fight people two on one, because it’s obvious that we can’t handle them two on two’. Hell of a tag team you got there, boys.
Their biggest problem is that they haven’t realized this is isn’t a tag team match. This isn’t a handicap match. This is a triple threat for the FGA World Championship, and if you’re not willing to do whatever it takes to cast shots, instead of buttering up your opponents, then what chance do you stand in this match to begin with? Deny it all you want, but your actions already proved how unprepared you are against each other.
Do you honestly think that pampering each others asses and coming at me is going to win you this championship? I’ve had this target on my back since December and I’ve fought off those odds every step of the fucking way. This match is no different. When I step into that ring I’ll have that same target on my back, and if they’re too pussy to wrestle each other and put their own selfish needs in front of their little tag team, than they’ve already walked in as failures.
I know I’ve been doing everything to put some tension between those two, but what they don’t realize is that it was for their own sake. To save them from embarrassing themselves before I do that for them. What I told them on the last episode wasn’t wrong, they’re just too stupid to realize it. If it’s not me walking out as the winner, then it’s going to be ONE of them, not both of them. This isn’t the fucking hoax of a Gold Rush Rumble that they’re in anymore. This the big time match for big time wrestlers, a taste of success that I’ve had for a while, but they’re just getting their feet wet in my pond… and there’s no fish in my pond, only sharks.
Believe it or not, me and Cannon used to have a friendship. So long ago that it’s nearly forgotten and I’d rather have it that way, because when you’re coming after MY championship, you’re no longer my friend. A lesson that Cindy Parker ruined when she opened her mouth and disrespected me. I wasn’t there to throw any more words of encouragement towards Cannon anymore, so he moved onto the biggest ass kisser on the roster, Tony Carmine.
When your FGA career doesn’t start off the way you want it to, I can’t say that I blame him. When your only notable win was against me, it only makes sense that you need someone there to grab you by the arm, dust you off, and blow up your ego when you didn’t have much of one to begin with. A man that has to ramble to himself on twitter when no one else is listening because that’s what a REAL MAN does, right? Cannon just doesn’t get that spark out of people like some of us do, so having a little bit of help to accomplish that is for the weak.
My FGA career didn’t start off the way I wanted it to either, but you didn’t see me cling onto the first man that had his arms open to me. Did you? Everyone will remember me as being Zero McHannon, they’ll remember Johnny Cannon as being the sidekick to the New Kings, because you’re a fucking fool if that’s not the way you see Cannon.
It’s amazing what two people can pull off when they’re up against one man. Not only have I been getting shit on by this company, but the New Kings have kept me a step down since they’ve walked out as the winners of the Gold Rush Rumble. When Cannon has to spread his wings like a little baby bird and fly from the nest that’s known as Tony Carmine’s crotch… watch him fall.
Because can’t make the FGA World Championship exciting without his long drawn out speeches to the crowd that puts them to sleep in the first five minutes, just to turn to Carmine and have them come back to life with a few homosexual terms. Your age shows when you talk, Cannon. It’s like listening to your grandfather tell his stories of the ‘good old days’. It’s like when he starts to mix the truth with lies just to spice the story up some.
You hang in there as the sidekick, buddy. It looks good on you. Better than those Kohl’s suits that you buy on sale. You’ve got to try and find your youth somewhere. The reason that you and Carmine went on the defensive about the things I said is because you know deep down that it’s true, even if you won’t admit it. I get it, it’s hard to admit the truth when it’s dick slapping you in the face, but what are you going to make of your time as a number one contender to the FGA World Championship?
A shadow.
The kid on the playground who gets picked after all the good athletes are taken.
Funniest shit is that you think people actually respect you or your wrestling ability. You like to brag, because you’re the only person who thinks you’re that great. You ride a wave of success from EXODUS PRO, and the only good thing I can say about it is that when people look at you and me, they don’t see the EXODUS PRO in us… they see the FGA side. This isn’t EXODUS. The competition isn’t as stiff. You can’t just ride the rollercoaster to the top without proving yourself.
Get off that EXODUS wave, Cannon. I won the World Championship there before you, and I did the same here in FGA. The best are always one step ahead while the rest of the playing field are playing catch up. While I’m on the top, you will forever be the back up. Kind of like your constant failure at becoming the Pride Champion.
But hey, if you can’t beat Carmine time and time again for his title, may as well join him. Right? You going to start tugging on my nuts after I deny you chance after chance at the FGA World Championship? You’re the only man I know who can’t beat anyone worth merit and still have chances thrown his way. The Cannon way. Talk about it, elbow your way in, get your shot….
And miss. I’m sure you’ll prove once again why you never back up anything you say. I’m sure once you lose you’ll blow up again about how the New Kings are still the greatest thing ever to happen to FGA, but you’ll be doing it without the FGA World Championship. All you have in this world are your word and your balls… you’ve had neither for months now.
The only person thankful for the New Kings is Tony Carmine, because he actually gets the chance to lead a team instead of being in the backseat like Cannon is right now. It must’ve sucked having Chandler Scott captain your team for as long as he did, only for your insecurity to shine through to want to be exactly like him. It shows how much you looked up to the man and admired him. Just when he wasn’t there to wipe the tears from your eyes after failing for your chance at this FGA World Championship the first time, you went right out to the unemployment office to find you someone who would.
Even the man that you hated just weeks before when he was coming for something of yours… Here we are, months later, and he’s coming for something that you want once again. This time, you stand down like the good little bitch that you are. Anything to guide a little more attention in your life just like you’ve always done.
Because you weren’t craving for attention already when you overdosed for the tenth time. Like you weren’t chasing attention when you put on your mean face against people you square off against, only to start kissing their ass all over again after you know that you can beat them. I should feel flattered, I guess. You only show this mean streak in you against people that YOU AREN’T SURE YOU CAN BEAT OR NOT! And you’ll continue to hate everyone better than you. That’s one hell of a grudge you’re going to have against me for a loooooooooong time.
At least we all know you’ll be the first person in line for Annie’s new Playboy shoot, you sick fuck. Being a predator to girls that look underage has always been your thing, take shovel faced Fran for example. Must’ve been really hard for you keep licking your lips while she was seventeen years old and on the brink of turning a legal age.
Carmine, how does it feel that you will ALWAYS have what it takes to get yourself to the top spot, but can’t ever capitalize on it? You might shine bright enough in the main events, but have always been fizzled out by people who are just FLAT OUT BETTER THAN YOU! Surrounding yourself with people who travel in a clique makes sense that you’ll never be known as the man who could do anything on his own. The man who is going to build Cannon up to be the good lapdog that he is and coming straight at my neck, because you KNOW who the real threat in this match is.
And it’s not the man that you’ve put in cage time and time again for the Pride Championship… The man that you have put your collar on and take for a morning walk like one of your whores.
Just try to not dip back into drugs when you’re eluded from being the world champion once again. Strung out Tony and sober Tony are one in the same, really. They both can push the brinks of being at the top of their game, but neither can become the FGA World Champion when it comes down to it… like I’ve done twice now.
Hope you hold onto Cannon’s dick real tight for this match, because you’re going to need someone to blame again. The New Kings can crawl right back into their sand castle on the beach with their tin foil crowns, wondering where they went wrong… when I’ve told you where you’ve gone wrong the whole last episode of Vertigo. You just weren’t willing to listen, but instead show how big of pussies you are and how big your pockets have to be when you’re stupid enough to try and get out of wrestling each other. Too bad that can’t be avoided at All Star Showdown. Time for your balls to drop, boys.
This time when you fail, it’s going to sting… and not the gonorrhea sting that you’re used to feeling.
ZERRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…
FUCKS!
GIVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNN…”
I’ve also been looking forward to see Carmine and Cannon put their pussy nature to the side and actually come at each other, but we all know that won’t happen when I gave them the chance on the last Vertigo. It will be the same old shit with them, ‘The New Kings are the greatest thing ever except when it comes to performing in tag team matches together’, or ‘We are dominating the competition, and no one can touch us, even though we’re cowards and fight people two on one, because it’s obvious that we can’t handle them two on two’. Hell of a tag team you got there, boys.
Their biggest problem is that they haven’t realized this is isn’t a tag team match. This isn’t a handicap match. This is a triple threat for the FGA World Championship, and if you’re not willing to do whatever it takes to cast shots, instead of buttering up your opponents, then what chance do you stand in this match to begin with? Deny it all you want, but your actions already proved how unprepared you are against each other.
Do you honestly think that pampering each others asses and coming at me is going to win you this championship? I’ve had this target on my back since December and I’ve fought off those odds every step of the fucking way. This match is no different. When I step into that ring I’ll have that same target on my back, and if they’re too pussy to wrestle each other and put their own selfish needs in front of their little tag team, than they’ve already walked in as failures.
I know I’ve been doing everything to put some tension between those two, but what they don’t realize is that it was for their own sake. To save them from embarrassing themselves before I do that for them. What I told them on the last episode wasn’t wrong, they’re just too stupid to realize it. If it’s not me walking out as the winner, then it’s going to be ONE of them, not both of them. This isn’t the fucking hoax of a Gold Rush Rumble that they’re in anymore. This the big time match for big time wrestlers, a taste of success that I’ve had for a while, but they’re just getting their feet wet in my pond… and there’s no fish in my pond, only sharks.
Believe it or not, me and Cannon used to have a friendship. So long ago that it’s nearly forgotten and I’d rather have it that way, because when you’re coming after MY championship, you’re no longer my friend. A lesson that Cindy Parker ruined when she opened her mouth and disrespected me. I wasn’t there to throw any more words of encouragement towards Cannon anymore, so he moved onto the biggest ass kisser on the roster, Tony Carmine.
When your FGA career doesn’t start off the way you want it to, I can’t say that I blame him. When your only notable win was against me, it only makes sense that you need someone there to grab you by the arm, dust you off, and blow up your ego when you didn’t have much of one to begin with. A man that has to ramble to himself on twitter when no one else is listening because that’s what a REAL MAN does, right? Cannon just doesn’t get that spark out of people like some of us do, so having a little bit of help to accomplish that is for the weak.
My FGA career didn’t start off the way I wanted it to either, but you didn’t see me cling onto the first man that had his arms open to me. Did you? Everyone will remember me as being Zero McHannon, they’ll remember Johnny Cannon as being the sidekick to the New Kings, because you’re a fucking fool if that’s not the way you see Cannon.
It’s amazing what two people can pull off when they’re up against one man. Not only have I been getting shit on by this company, but the New Kings have kept me a step down since they’ve walked out as the winners of the Gold Rush Rumble. When Cannon has to spread his wings like a little baby bird and fly from the nest that’s known as Tony Carmine’s crotch… watch him fall.
Because can’t make the FGA World Championship exciting without his long drawn out speeches to the crowd that puts them to sleep in the first five minutes, just to turn to Carmine and have them come back to life with a few homosexual terms. Your age shows when you talk, Cannon. It’s like listening to your grandfather tell his stories of the ‘good old days’. It’s like when he starts to mix the truth with lies just to spice the story up some.
You hang in there as the sidekick, buddy. It looks good on you. Better than those Kohl’s suits that you buy on sale. You’ve got to try and find your youth somewhere. The reason that you and Carmine went on the defensive about the things I said is because you know deep down that it’s true, even if you won’t admit it. I get it, it’s hard to admit the truth when it’s dick slapping you in the face, but what are you going to make of your time as a number one contender to the FGA World Championship?
A shadow.
The kid on the playground who gets picked after all the good athletes are taken.
Funniest shit is that you think people actually respect you or your wrestling ability. You like to brag, because you’re the only person who thinks you’re that great. You ride a wave of success from EXODUS PRO, and the only good thing I can say about it is that when people look at you and me, they don’t see the EXODUS PRO in us… they see the FGA side. This isn’t EXODUS. The competition isn’t as stiff. You can’t just ride the rollercoaster to the top without proving yourself.
Get off that EXODUS wave, Cannon. I won the World Championship there before you, and I did the same here in FGA. The best are always one step ahead while the rest of the playing field are playing catch up. While I’m on the top, you will forever be the back up. Kind of like your constant failure at becoming the Pride Champion.
But hey, if you can’t beat Carmine time and time again for his title, may as well join him. Right? You going to start tugging on my nuts after I deny you chance after chance at the FGA World Championship? You’re the only man I know who can’t beat anyone worth merit and still have chances thrown his way. The Cannon way. Talk about it, elbow your way in, get your shot….
And miss. I’m sure you’ll prove once again why you never back up anything you say. I’m sure once you lose you’ll blow up again about how the New Kings are still the greatest thing ever to happen to FGA, but you’ll be doing it without the FGA World Championship. All you have in this world are your word and your balls… you’ve had neither for months now.
The only person thankful for the New Kings is Tony Carmine, because he actually gets the chance to lead a team instead of being in the backseat like Cannon is right now. It must’ve sucked having Chandler Scott captain your team for as long as he did, only for your insecurity to shine through to want to be exactly like him. It shows how much you looked up to the man and admired him. Just when he wasn’t there to wipe the tears from your eyes after failing for your chance at this FGA World Championship the first time, you went right out to the unemployment office to find you someone who would.
Even the man that you hated just weeks before when he was coming for something of yours… Here we are, months later, and he’s coming for something that you want once again. This time, you stand down like the good little bitch that you are. Anything to guide a little more attention in your life just like you’ve always done.
Because you weren’t craving for attention already when you overdosed for the tenth time. Like you weren’t chasing attention when you put on your mean face against people you square off against, only to start kissing their ass all over again after you know that you can beat them. I should feel flattered, I guess. You only show this mean streak in you against people that YOU AREN’T SURE YOU CAN BEAT OR NOT! And you’ll continue to hate everyone better than you. That’s one hell of a grudge you’re going to have against me for a loooooooooong time.
At least we all know you’ll be the first person in line for Annie’s new Playboy shoot, you sick fuck. Being a predator to girls that look underage has always been your thing, take shovel faced Fran for example. Must’ve been really hard for you keep licking your lips while she was seventeen years old and on the brink of turning a legal age.
Carmine, how does it feel that you will ALWAYS have what it takes to get yourself to the top spot, but can’t ever capitalize on it? You might shine bright enough in the main events, but have always been fizzled out by people who are just FLAT OUT BETTER THAN YOU! Surrounding yourself with people who travel in a clique makes sense that you’ll never be known as the man who could do anything on his own. The man who is going to build Cannon up to be the good lapdog that he is and coming straight at my neck, because you KNOW who the real threat in this match is.
And it’s not the man that you’ve put in cage time and time again for the Pride Championship… The man that you have put your collar on and take for a morning walk like one of your whores.
Just try to not dip back into drugs when you’re eluded from being the world champion once again. Strung out Tony and sober Tony are one in the same, really. They both can push the brinks of being at the top of their game, but neither can become the FGA World Champion when it comes down to it… like I’ve done twice now.
Hope you hold onto Cannon’s dick real tight for this match, because you’re going to need someone to blame again. The New Kings can crawl right back into their sand castle on the beach with their tin foil crowns, wondering where they went wrong… when I’ve told you where you’ve gone wrong the whole last episode of Vertigo. You just weren’t willing to listen, but instead show how big of pussies you are and how big your pockets have to be when you’re stupid enough to try and get out of wrestling each other. Too bad that can’t be avoided at All Star Showdown. Time for your balls to drop, boys.
This time when you fail, it’s going to sting… and not the gonorrhea sting that you’re used to feeling.
ZERRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…
FUCKS!
GIVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNN…”
