No PRIDE in this Cham-- Oh, wait.
Aug 4, 2016 19:43:17 GMT -5
Post by Zero McHannon on Aug 4, 2016 19:43:17 GMT -5
I’m a mess.
It takes a special sort of man to admit that.
This funk I’m in? I can’t shake it off. I lost a piece of myself when I lost the FGA World Championship. I lost a piece of myself when Cannon took my head off, in the one on one match I wanted, and pinned me to the mat for the three count. Lost it so badly that I knew a fine was coming when I tore apart the FGA ring.
The worst part of it? I feel like… I’m right. The odds have been stacked against me for how long now? And now I have to go into Above and Beyond against those same fucking odds? Utter bullshit. What the FUCK did Tony Carmine do to deserve another shot at the world championship? Besides the fact that he’s butt buddies with Johnny Cannon, there’s nothing there that truly warrants why Carmine is even a contender in this match.
Tony had his shot.
Tony buckled like a piece of paper under the pressure.
Tony didn’t earn a second chance.
Tony has no rematch clause.
But hell, let’s give it to him anyway. That’s logic for you.
Honestly, I think I was one of the few who didn’t give a single shit about the Antonio Carmine that was strutting around twitter, talking about how I ruined his life, and how he had to retire because of what I did to him.
Might want to lift that head, big guy. Wrestling basics 101. They teach you that down in LDFC.
Back to the point. Everyone else was begging him to come back, even after all the hell he has put them through time and time again. They fell into the shit that he fed them on a silver platter. Truth is, I just didn’t care. Sorry, couldn’t find it me. Whether it was legit or he was playing an act, I did not give a fuck. He wasn’t going to make feel bad that I hurt him… in a wrestling match, where we all risk injury every time we step into the ring. I didn’t feel bad that his career might’ve been over. This company survived without the stars of Cordy, Dom, and Chandler before. His problems weren’t going to draw pathetic ass kissing sympathy from me like they did everyone else.
Then there’s Cannon. Having to watch him walk around, turning into the same people that weeks ago we all agreed that we hated. Someone shows him a little love, a little pat on the ass for a job well done, a congrats on how amazing he did at All Star Showdown!.... And his whole attitude changes.
Two-Face McHannon. Is that what he called me? Sure, whatever you say… champ. May as well start wearing a reversible suit that you can switch out to your mood for the day. One side for the ruthless Cannon that doesn’t need his ass kissed and doesn’t give a fuck what people have to say. The other for the buttered up Cannon that likes getting flattered and talked up, like it was the first time in his life that he ever won anything worth a damn. Treating it like it’s his first beer.
At least I’m real to myself. I know I said that I didn’t care what people thought about me or this industry, but I lied. I care too much is my problem. Finally, I see that now. I care when the wrong people are getting recognition. I care when people treat wrestling like an MTV television show instead of treating it like it’s their job. I get fed up when people are patting each other on the back when they should be delivering a backstabber instead.
There’s those of us who are great.
Then there’s those of us who are just good.
Take a look at greatness and see what you’re doing wrong. See what it takes to compete at this level. See why you’re stuck without getting your opportunities, and when you get them, you drop them.
Take a look at me.
Long Island, New York
July 25th, 2016
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I guess she’s here to rub it in my face. To tell me how badly I fucked up and that she’s going to make sure I get put behind a set of bars. As if I needed a reminder of how far my life has fallen already.
Mako musings. That’s what Zero called his thoughts, because half of the time he didn’t even know if they were really his. Seeing as he once upon a time changed his name to fit in with the rest of society in Morocco, it seemed fitting that when he ran things through his head he gave the process a name as well.
The only name to describe this was trouble. When Zero stepped out of his vehicle and finally returned home after he avoided it for so long, he was surprised to see that Mandi Gore stood on his front porch. The same prostitute that he beat bloody right before he left for All Star Showdown in Florida, and the damage done was still visible.
Mandi stood there with the bruises on her face, a fractured cast over her nose, and a black eye that looked like it was in the process of healing. There was no words exchanged when Zero stood in his driveway. He couldn’t look her in the eyes. She refused to move.
This was clearly a problem.
“Listen, Mandi. If you came here looking for an apology, you’re not going to get one. I’m not the type of apologize and regret what I’ve done, and I’m not going to start now. I’m going inside.” Zero said as he tried his best to walk past her into his house, but she stood her ground and cut him off at the stairs.
“If you thought it was going to be that easy, you’re a bigger dumbass than I thought.” She replied.
Here it comes. The news I’ve tried to put off for so long. This is the day my life, and my career, ends.
McHannon stood there and stared at Mandi, tempted to put hands on her again if she didn’t get out of his way. “What do you want? Money? I gave you some of that already to get yourself fixed up. If you’re going to get me sent to jail be done with it already, whore.”
The word ‘whore’ took her by surprise as she pulled her face back in disgust, but ignored it as if she was used to it.
“If I wanted to do that, you’d already be there. I actually waited around to see if you were alright. I stuck around and tuned into that show you were on. You… You’re a fucking monster aren’t you?” Mandi asked as she crossed her arms and pulled them together.
“I’m exactly what you see on T.V. You should’ve learned that the night I gave you that.” He points at the broken nose and blackened eye that she supported.
“You lost.”
“No shit.” Zero replied.
“I’m not going to pretend I know anything about wrestling, because I don’t. I thought I’d just give you some words of advice since I was kind enough to not send your ass to jail to begin with. First of all, quit drinking so fucking much.” She said, then took a few steps backwards out of fear.
Heard that before. Ashley Hamilton said it the other day when I called her a slut through text messages.
“Second, if you care so much about something that it has turn you into… this? Quit. No one is forcing you to be a grade A jackass. You destroyed that company’s property. FGA is it?”
And let all of these other people ruin wrestling? Never.
“Third, winning and losing isn’t everything. If it makes you this miserable, you need to find another job. I’m no saint either, I know that. I find a way to put food on the table for me and my kids.”
“Just shut the fuck up. You think any sports athlete likes losing? FGA is my life. I care about what goes in my life, whore. You take dick for a living. Without dick, you can’t live. So don’t stand there and try to tell me what’s best for me when you can’t even control your own habits.” Zero bit back at her and shouldered past to open the front door of his house.
Then… he turned around and realized that he was about to go right back to doing what he always did. Be alone. For some reason, Zero didn’t want that. He never wanted to sit in the confinement of his house with only this thoughts. They were what slowly destroyed him. After he had his ass handed to him at All Star Showdown, sitting on his couch and watching the replays was the last thing that needed to happen.
“How much?” He asked.
“Zero...”
“How fucking much…?” He snapped back.
“You already know what it is by the hour.” Mandi said as he eyes fell to the her feet.
“Get your ass inside and close the door behind you. There’s food in the fridge if you want to cook something. I think The Departed is on television tonight. We can watch that.” He said without making eye contact. Then Zero shuffled off into the house as he walked back towards his room to change clothes.
Mandi looked uncomfortable, and rightfully so. She hesitated before she walked into the house, but it seemed like the idea of money clicked in her mind. She slowly stepped forward and took a deep breath before she walked through the door frame and closed it behind her.
In a way, Zero made the imagination of the family he always wanted. The desperate attempt of a man who wanted the life he always visioned growing up.
At a cost.
It takes a special sort of man to admit that.
This funk I’m in? I can’t shake it off. I lost a piece of myself when I lost the FGA World Championship. I lost a piece of myself when Cannon took my head off, in the one on one match I wanted, and pinned me to the mat for the three count. Lost it so badly that I knew a fine was coming when I tore apart the FGA ring.
The worst part of it? I feel like… I’m right. The odds have been stacked against me for how long now? And now I have to go into Above and Beyond against those same fucking odds? Utter bullshit. What the FUCK did Tony Carmine do to deserve another shot at the world championship? Besides the fact that he’s butt buddies with Johnny Cannon, there’s nothing there that truly warrants why Carmine is even a contender in this match.
Tony had his shot.
Tony buckled like a piece of paper under the pressure.
Tony didn’t earn a second chance.
Tony has no rematch clause.
But hell, let’s give it to him anyway. That’s logic for you.
Honestly, I think I was one of the few who didn’t give a single shit about the Antonio Carmine that was strutting around twitter, talking about how I ruined his life, and how he had to retire because of what I did to him.
Might want to lift that head, big guy. Wrestling basics 101. They teach you that down in LDFC.
Back to the point. Everyone else was begging him to come back, even after all the hell he has put them through time and time again. They fell into the shit that he fed them on a silver platter. Truth is, I just didn’t care. Sorry, couldn’t find it me. Whether it was legit or he was playing an act, I did not give a fuck. He wasn’t going to make feel bad that I hurt him… in a wrestling match, where we all risk injury every time we step into the ring. I didn’t feel bad that his career might’ve been over. This company survived without the stars of Cordy, Dom, and Chandler before. His problems weren’t going to draw pathetic ass kissing sympathy from me like they did everyone else.
Then there’s Cannon. Having to watch him walk around, turning into the same people that weeks ago we all agreed that we hated. Someone shows him a little love, a little pat on the ass for a job well done, a congrats on how amazing he did at All Star Showdown!.... And his whole attitude changes.
Two-Face McHannon. Is that what he called me? Sure, whatever you say… champ. May as well start wearing a reversible suit that you can switch out to your mood for the day. One side for the ruthless Cannon that doesn’t need his ass kissed and doesn’t give a fuck what people have to say. The other for the buttered up Cannon that likes getting flattered and talked up, like it was the first time in his life that he ever won anything worth a damn. Treating it like it’s his first beer.
At least I’m real to myself. I know I said that I didn’t care what people thought about me or this industry, but I lied. I care too much is my problem. Finally, I see that now. I care when the wrong people are getting recognition. I care when people treat wrestling like an MTV television show instead of treating it like it’s their job. I get fed up when people are patting each other on the back when they should be delivering a backstabber instead.
There’s those of us who are great.
Then there’s those of us who are just good.
Take a look at greatness and see what you’re doing wrong. See what it takes to compete at this level. See why you’re stuck without getting your opportunities, and when you get them, you drop them.
Take a look at me.
~~~~~~~~~~
Long Island, New York
July 25th, 2016
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I guess she’s here to rub it in my face. To tell me how badly I fucked up and that she’s going to make sure I get put behind a set of bars. As if I needed a reminder of how far my life has fallen already.
Mako musings. That’s what Zero called his thoughts, because half of the time he didn’t even know if they were really his. Seeing as he once upon a time changed his name to fit in with the rest of society in Morocco, it seemed fitting that when he ran things through his head he gave the process a name as well.
The only name to describe this was trouble. When Zero stepped out of his vehicle and finally returned home after he avoided it for so long, he was surprised to see that Mandi Gore stood on his front porch. The same prostitute that he beat bloody right before he left for All Star Showdown in Florida, and the damage done was still visible.
Mandi stood there with the bruises on her face, a fractured cast over her nose, and a black eye that looked like it was in the process of healing. There was no words exchanged when Zero stood in his driveway. He couldn’t look her in the eyes. She refused to move.
This was clearly a problem.
“Listen, Mandi. If you came here looking for an apology, you’re not going to get one. I’m not the type of apologize and regret what I’ve done, and I’m not going to start now. I’m going inside.” Zero said as he tried his best to walk past her into his house, but she stood her ground and cut him off at the stairs.
“If you thought it was going to be that easy, you’re a bigger dumbass than I thought.” She replied.
Here it comes. The news I’ve tried to put off for so long. This is the day my life, and my career, ends.
McHannon stood there and stared at Mandi, tempted to put hands on her again if she didn’t get out of his way. “What do you want? Money? I gave you some of that already to get yourself fixed up. If you’re going to get me sent to jail be done with it already, whore.”
The word ‘whore’ took her by surprise as she pulled her face back in disgust, but ignored it as if she was used to it.
“If I wanted to do that, you’d already be there. I actually waited around to see if you were alright. I stuck around and tuned into that show you were on. You… You’re a fucking monster aren’t you?” Mandi asked as she crossed her arms and pulled them together.
“I’m exactly what you see on T.V. You should’ve learned that the night I gave you that.” He points at the broken nose and blackened eye that she supported.
“You lost.”
“No shit.” Zero replied.
“I’m not going to pretend I know anything about wrestling, because I don’t. I thought I’d just give you some words of advice since I was kind enough to not send your ass to jail to begin with. First of all, quit drinking so fucking much.” She said, then took a few steps backwards out of fear.
Heard that before. Ashley Hamilton said it the other day when I called her a slut through text messages.
“Second, if you care so much about something that it has turn you into… this? Quit. No one is forcing you to be a grade A jackass. You destroyed that company’s property. FGA is it?”
And let all of these other people ruin wrestling? Never.
“Third, winning and losing isn’t everything. If it makes you this miserable, you need to find another job. I’m no saint either, I know that. I find a way to put food on the table for me and my kids.”
“Just shut the fuck up. You think any sports athlete likes losing? FGA is my life. I care about what goes in my life, whore. You take dick for a living. Without dick, you can’t live. So don’t stand there and try to tell me what’s best for me when you can’t even control your own habits.” Zero bit back at her and shouldered past to open the front door of his house.
Then… he turned around and realized that he was about to go right back to doing what he always did. Be alone. For some reason, Zero didn’t want that. He never wanted to sit in the confinement of his house with only this thoughts. They were what slowly destroyed him. After he had his ass handed to him at All Star Showdown, sitting on his couch and watching the replays was the last thing that needed to happen.
“How much?” He asked.
“Zero...”
“How fucking much…?” He snapped back.
“You already know what it is by the hour.” Mandi said as he eyes fell to the her feet.
“Get your ass inside and close the door behind you. There’s food in the fridge if you want to cook something. I think The Departed is on television tonight. We can watch that.” He said without making eye contact. Then Zero shuffled off into the house as he walked back towards his room to change clothes.
Mandi looked uncomfortable, and rightfully so. She hesitated before she walked into the house, but it seemed like the idea of money clicked in her mind. She slowly stepped forward and took a deep breath before she walked through the door frame and closed it behind her.
In a way, Zero made the imagination of the family he always wanted. The desperate attempt of a man who wanted the life he always visioned growing up.
At a cost.
~~~~~~~~~~
“This is what you wanted, right Karma?
Of course it is, as if the last time we faced off in the ring against each other wasn’t enough to shut you the fuck up for good. Two former champions looking get back on the right track again with their winning ways. It took you losing your Pride Championship and me losing my FGA World Championship for this match to mean so much to the both of us.
Three matches, Karma. Two in FGA. That’s how many I’ve lost in a row. Do you know the last time I’ve lost three matches? You don’t. You don’t, because you proved last time how little you know about me. I didn’t lose three matches in a row in THW. In PDW. Last time that happened to me I was a green rookie within the ranks of NIWF. This is uncharted territory for me. This isn’t something I’m used to like the rest of you nut hugging jackasses.
And you know what that makes me? Desperate. A guy that’s willing to do whatever it takes. Not just for a win, but to get back to my place at the top of this company where I belong. No questions asked.
Unlike you, I pay attention to the little things. When I went home and I flicked on the television to watch everything I missed on Vertigo, there was you. You and Fujiko. Doing the same shit you always did FOR WEEKS! Standing around and shooting the breeze. Talking shit on people that you didn’t have the balls to say to their face, so you said it to Fujiko instead. Like two little girls gossiping over the guys you fucked and who had the bigger dick.
You were sooooo hungry to get back in the ring with me, or as least I assume you were with how many times you brought me up to your new bologna nippled friend. Careful how many times you say my name, Karma. The management might just hear you and make all your dreams come true! For someone who couldn’t defend his Pride Championship against the most mediocre member on the roster, you’d figure that you’d aim a little lower than those who are at the top of the food chain week in and week out.
I’m not going to underestimate you though. I’m not like those idiots that roll around this place calling themselves the ‘Kings’. I know fully what you’re capable of and to undermine your ability would be a crime of it’s own. When you step through those ropes, there’s going to be one thing on your mind. War.
Beating someone who has clearly been better than you throughout this entire year.
That must sting, Karma. You been here for how long now? You’re the FOUNDATION OF FRONTIER! What you’ve been chasing for years, I’ve capped off in the early stages of my signing. That’s the difference between you and me. You do great work talking up a big game about how great of a wrestler you are and your focus is on your job.
I go into that ring and SHOW everyone the wrestler I am. Like I’ve already shown you… but now you’ll feel like you have something to prove. You’ll feel like you have to beat the former FGA World Champion to help give yourself an extra step in the Lions Cup. The tournament that you wish was designed for you to win, but let’s face it… who the hell really matters in that tournament that isn’t named Chandler Scott or Dom Harter? That’s the match people see whenever they look in on the Cup, not you. It’s no wonder why Cherry has turned you into such a pussy nowadays.
That’s what happens when you hang around a couple bitches like Cherry and Fujiko for months on in, you start to become one.
You became a broken man’s ‘Zero McHannon’ instead in the time between our last match and now. You became the same thing everyone hated me for. Well, they still hate me, but it’s a little different now, because I hated myself for it as well Something that you’re going to experience all too well, and probably too soon. I’ve been in your shoes and you’ve been in mine… actually not that long ago. You hated me for who I was then, and you hate me for who I am now. There’s no pleasing you groupies, honestly. You grew a set of morales and I grew a set of balls.
I do wonder if you’ll come to our match a little more prepared this time though. I had to listen to you harp on my drug addiction that was eight years old. Had to listen to you cry about the impact I made in the Gold Rush Rumble that clearly outshone yours. You cried out the ‘ZERO TO HERO’ smartass remarks… as if I haven’t heard all of those before. Here’s a little tip for you, Karma. If you really want to get to me, it isn’t going to be done with jokes about my name that I’ve heard since I was a youngin’ in middle school.
As if there isn’t plenty enough to say about me already. Fraud. Wannabe father. Woman beater. And you went with jokes about my name? Certainly I don’t expect you to do that now… I’ve opened the floodgates. Hopefully you’ve wised up some and realized those petty amatuer hour jokes aren’t going to cut it against me.
It’s really no wonder why I ran through your ass like you were the curtain on the entrance ramp. Your jokes were almost as bad as your career after 2013. ALMOST!
Let me tell you something, bitch. When your focus becomes biting off more than you can chew, you’ve already fucked yourself over. I have one goal in mind: to get back my FGA World Championship so that mother fuckers like you have to wince at the thought that I’m a three time FGA World Champion. You want the Lions Cup. You want Johnny Cannon. You want Tony Carmine. You want… me. You want a death wish. You’re so all over the place that I don’t think you really know what you want!
But what you get is the man who has been ripping his way through the competition in this company for a year now, and I’m not going anywhere. I’m not content until every member of the FGA is my bitch. I’m not happy until I put you the fuck down for the first time, then do it again… and again… and again…
I have your number, Karma. Kinda like the way that Cannon has had mine. I’m sure if I were to call it, Cherry would answer, because I can’t tell much of a difference between you and her anymore. You will NOT get a win on my expense, you don’t deserve it. Just because you’ve put in the time for this company to help it reach the level that it’s at right now, doesn’t mean you’re justified to go up against one of the best wrestlers in the world and win. You’ll have to earn that and I’m going to make you work for it.
And after you had SOOOOOOOO much to say about me and some of the others to Fujiko, I haven’t heard much from you whenever she took that gold off your shoulder. Embarrassment? Jealousy? Did you finally realize that if you can’t beat Fujiko in a one on one for the easiest defense of your life that you’re swimming in an ocean full of sharks and you’re starting to drown? Could be any of those, really. You were supposed to win, Karma, but I’m sure you’re used to that being your life story.
‘Karma has a great chance of winning this match! In fact, I’d consider him the favorite!’
A couple days later…
‘Did Karma win?’
‘No.’
But don’t feel too sorry for yourself, every company need those diehard roster members like yourself that bleed red and black for the business, only to get their head taken off their shoulders by talent who comes in and puts asses in the seats.
And with these new LDFC contract signings? I’d watch out, Karma… your job security might not be as tight as you’d hope for it to be. It’s going to take them a while to earn their spots and face off against someone like me, but you? They’re going to be coming for the middle of the pack, and they’re going to be hungry to prove themselves. I hope you fight them off better you did Fujiko.
You’ll never be me anyway, so it doesn't fucking matter.
Take a good look around you while you still can before I hit you so hard that it’s a possibility you go blind. You’re satisfied with SECONDARY. You’re FINE with losing your title to someone that you respect like Fujiko Mine. You BECAME the worst part of the pandering that I see from the rest of the locker room, and the part that hurts the most? I expected better from you. You can just brush off the title loss and look forward to the Lions Cup when you basically had a free win staring you in the face going up against the weakest member of the New Kings.
I’d wish you all the best in that tournament if you weren’t so fucking pathetic. The fact you completely forgot about the Pride Championship so quickly shows me where your head’s at. With you being all of the fucking place with your feelings? It kinda makes me feel good about myself, because at the end of the day being me is ten times better than being a sorry sack of shit like you.
When I beat you this time, I want you to roll your sorry ass out of my ring and go in the back and play with yourself until you can come to terms with whose company this is now. You might’ve been able to hang in the early years, but MY OH MY how FGA has grown, and the competition that came with it?
Let’s just say there’s no such thing as KARMA!
Good luck in the Lions Cup, buddy. Whenever you’re a flop in that you can turn your attention away from the FGA World Championship and back to where it belongs… helping the new LDFC call ups make a name for themselves at your expense. And who said that you weren’t good for anything?
I’m so nice I’m going to beat your ass twice.
Prepare for it…
Embrace it…
Get to use to it…
You’re my bitch now, Karma.
ZEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
FUCKS!!
GIVEN!”
Of course it is, as if the last time we faced off in the ring against each other wasn’t enough to shut you the fuck up for good. Two former champions looking get back on the right track again with their winning ways. It took you losing your Pride Championship and me losing my FGA World Championship for this match to mean so much to the both of us.
Three matches, Karma. Two in FGA. That’s how many I’ve lost in a row. Do you know the last time I’ve lost three matches? You don’t. You don’t, because you proved last time how little you know about me. I didn’t lose three matches in a row in THW. In PDW. Last time that happened to me I was a green rookie within the ranks of NIWF. This is uncharted territory for me. This isn’t something I’m used to like the rest of you nut hugging jackasses.
And you know what that makes me? Desperate. A guy that’s willing to do whatever it takes. Not just for a win, but to get back to my place at the top of this company where I belong. No questions asked.
Unlike you, I pay attention to the little things. When I went home and I flicked on the television to watch everything I missed on Vertigo, there was you. You and Fujiko. Doing the same shit you always did FOR WEEKS! Standing around and shooting the breeze. Talking shit on people that you didn’t have the balls to say to their face, so you said it to Fujiko instead. Like two little girls gossiping over the guys you fucked and who had the bigger dick.
You were sooooo hungry to get back in the ring with me, or as least I assume you were with how many times you brought me up to your new bologna nippled friend. Careful how many times you say my name, Karma. The management might just hear you and make all your dreams come true! For someone who couldn’t defend his Pride Championship against the most mediocre member on the roster, you’d figure that you’d aim a little lower than those who are at the top of the food chain week in and week out.
I’m not going to underestimate you though. I’m not like those idiots that roll around this place calling themselves the ‘Kings’. I know fully what you’re capable of and to undermine your ability would be a crime of it’s own. When you step through those ropes, there’s going to be one thing on your mind. War.
Beating someone who has clearly been better than you throughout this entire year.
That must sting, Karma. You been here for how long now? You’re the FOUNDATION OF FRONTIER! What you’ve been chasing for years, I’ve capped off in the early stages of my signing. That’s the difference between you and me. You do great work talking up a big game about how great of a wrestler you are and your focus is on your job.
I go into that ring and SHOW everyone the wrestler I am. Like I’ve already shown you… but now you’ll feel like you have something to prove. You’ll feel like you have to beat the former FGA World Champion to help give yourself an extra step in the Lions Cup. The tournament that you wish was designed for you to win, but let’s face it… who the hell really matters in that tournament that isn’t named Chandler Scott or Dom Harter? That’s the match people see whenever they look in on the Cup, not you. It’s no wonder why Cherry has turned you into such a pussy nowadays.
That’s what happens when you hang around a couple bitches like Cherry and Fujiko for months on in, you start to become one.
You became a broken man’s ‘Zero McHannon’ instead in the time between our last match and now. You became the same thing everyone hated me for. Well, they still hate me, but it’s a little different now, because I hated myself for it as well Something that you’re going to experience all too well, and probably too soon. I’ve been in your shoes and you’ve been in mine… actually not that long ago. You hated me for who I was then, and you hate me for who I am now. There’s no pleasing you groupies, honestly. You grew a set of morales and I grew a set of balls.
I do wonder if you’ll come to our match a little more prepared this time though. I had to listen to you harp on my drug addiction that was eight years old. Had to listen to you cry about the impact I made in the Gold Rush Rumble that clearly outshone yours. You cried out the ‘ZERO TO HERO’ smartass remarks… as if I haven’t heard all of those before. Here’s a little tip for you, Karma. If you really want to get to me, it isn’t going to be done with jokes about my name that I’ve heard since I was a youngin’ in middle school.
As if there isn’t plenty enough to say about me already. Fraud. Wannabe father. Woman beater. And you went with jokes about my name? Certainly I don’t expect you to do that now… I’ve opened the floodgates. Hopefully you’ve wised up some and realized those petty amatuer hour jokes aren’t going to cut it against me.
It’s really no wonder why I ran through your ass like you were the curtain on the entrance ramp. Your jokes were almost as bad as your career after 2013. ALMOST!
Let me tell you something, bitch. When your focus becomes biting off more than you can chew, you’ve already fucked yourself over. I have one goal in mind: to get back my FGA World Championship so that mother fuckers like you have to wince at the thought that I’m a three time FGA World Champion. You want the Lions Cup. You want Johnny Cannon. You want Tony Carmine. You want… me. You want a death wish. You’re so all over the place that I don’t think you really know what you want!
But what you get is the man who has been ripping his way through the competition in this company for a year now, and I’m not going anywhere. I’m not content until every member of the FGA is my bitch. I’m not happy until I put you the fuck down for the first time, then do it again… and again… and again…
I have your number, Karma. Kinda like the way that Cannon has had mine. I’m sure if I were to call it, Cherry would answer, because I can’t tell much of a difference between you and her anymore. You will NOT get a win on my expense, you don’t deserve it. Just because you’ve put in the time for this company to help it reach the level that it’s at right now, doesn’t mean you’re justified to go up against one of the best wrestlers in the world and win. You’ll have to earn that and I’m going to make you work for it.
And after you had SOOOOOOOO much to say about me and some of the others to Fujiko, I haven’t heard much from you whenever she took that gold off your shoulder. Embarrassment? Jealousy? Did you finally realize that if you can’t beat Fujiko in a one on one for the easiest defense of your life that you’re swimming in an ocean full of sharks and you’re starting to drown? Could be any of those, really. You were supposed to win, Karma, but I’m sure you’re used to that being your life story.
‘Karma has a great chance of winning this match! In fact, I’d consider him the favorite!’
A couple days later…
‘Did Karma win?’
‘No.’
But don’t feel too sorry for yourself, every company need those diehard roster members like yourself that bleed red and black for the business, only to get their head taken off their shoulders by talent who comes in and puts asses in the seats.
And with these new LDFC contract signings? I’d watch out, Karma… your job security might not be as tight as you’d hope for it to be. It’s going to take them a while to earn their spots and face off against someone like me, but you? They’re going to be coming for the middle of the pack, and they’re going to be hungry to prove themselves. I hope you fight them off better you did Fujiko.
You’ll never be me anyway, so it doesn't fucking matter.
Take a good look around you while you still can before I hit you so hard that it’s a possibility you go blind. You’re satisfied with SECONDARY. You’re FINE with losing your title to someone that you respect like Fujiko Mine. You BECAME the worst part of the pandering that I see from the rest of the locker room, and the part that hurts the most? I expected better from you. You can just brush off the title loss and look forward to the Lions Cup when you basically had a free win staring you in the face going up against the weakest member of the New Kings.
I’d wish you all the best in that tournament if you weren’t so fucking pathetic. The fact you completely forgot about the Pride Championship so quickly shows me where your head’s at. With you being all of the fucking place with your feelings? It kinda makes me feel good about myself, because at the end of the day being me is ten times better than being a sorry sack of shit like you.
When I beat you this time, I want you to roll your sorry ass out of my ring and go in the back and play with yourself until you can come to terms with whose company this is now. You might’ve been able to hang in the early years, but MY OH MY how FGA has grown, and the competition that came with it?
Let’s just say there’s no such thing as KARMA!
Good luck in the Lions Cup, buddy. Whenever you’re a flop in that you can turn your attention away from the FGA World Championship and back to where it belongs… helping the new LDFC call ups make a name for themselves at your expense. And who said that you weren’t good for anything?
I’m so nice I’m going to beat your ass twice.
Prepare for it…
Embrace it…
Get to use to it…
You’re my bitch now, Karma.
ZEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
FUCKS!!
GIVEN!”
