The Luck of the Draw....
Sept 11, 2016 7:44:57 GMT
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Post by Connor Jacobs on Sept 11, 2016 7:44:57 GMT
I guess I'm the "Underdog" here. Because people don't seem to want to take me serious. I don't know why. Maybe it's my own personality and presence on Twitter. I fuck around too much and try to steal your bitch. I know that's not going to make me a popular choice. I call out when these men act lower than the woman with the crying. The bitching these men do is probably what brought all the lesbians in this business. Why every woman seems to want to fuck other bitches because the men aren't even man enough to give them what they really need. Might as well stick with the pussy and the strap on dick that can go as long as they want it too. I mean you men can say that you can go for hours with the same erection but you know you're gonna need a couple ten minute breaks and possibly a five hour energy to last as long as the strap on game. I know I'm better than some rubber piece of shit dick by a landslide, but the point is these grown ass men already acting like pussies and the bitches are stepping the fuck up and making you look weak. It's honestly pathetic. There's no room I'm sure in this business for my old fashioned view. The sexiest opinion I have.
But I know why Women started getting a little high and mighty for their position and forgot their place. Because the so called men of this business forgot there's as well. I shouldn't have to stand across from a woman and beat her down and make her cry. That's not how I was raised, but we live in a world where it's now, YAY Feminism, but watch after I make one of these bitches cry someone scream I'm a woman beater and go for the double standard. I don't give a fuck. You wanna step up with a man, and you're gonna pretend you hit as hard as one too? I'll show you where your extremely flawed in that opinion. I'd prefer the women drop the fuck off and get their own division and put things back in the Universe the way they are supposed to be. But of course I'm probably just gonna have to suck it up and deal with it. This kind of opinion of mine? Is probably why I'm the Underdog, and probably why nobody wants to take me serious.
Could be my size. I mean I aint your typical muscle meathead you usually deal with in this business. I'm over 6 foot tall but I don't look the part of a typical wrestler. But, I proved myself to actually be more of a threat than you know when I was in competitive Wrestling with my college buddy Eli Carlson in college. Now I've evolved myself and stepped up into a Wrestling ring. Took me some time to get here because I didn't want to just be one of these morons who jump in a ring randomly one day and think they are the shit. No. I trained for this shit. But because I guess I don't put it obsessively on Twitter and talk about it must mean that I aint about that life. Sorry, I aint gonna be one of those people that needs to put every detail online for your amusement. Sorry you don't got more to use on me than I wanna fuck bitches and get money in this shit. Hell Yeah. But titles are more important to me than any bitch will ever be. Seeing my boy Eli pretty much wanna throw it all away over some girl seriously cuts me deep. Wont be me. Aint gotta worry about that. But I guess that's why I can't be taken serious right? Because I aint on the same shit as everyone else. I aint wired right for the typical American Dream. I don't know. Could be because I'm a ginger too. Like I haven't heard those jokes and shit my whole life. Thanks for that South Park. You started all this bullshit and brought the bad side of Gingers to life. But hey, I'm a rare breed and some bitches love the red, you could say it's their kink.
It don't matter. I can deal with being the Underdog. With being the one that because I don't have history with any of you people or time served in this industry that I won't be going places, because experience trumps all else. But I say fuck that, I've proven them all wrong my entire life, this shit won't be any fucking different. Gonna make it that much sweeter when I get the most points and go on to win the whole entire god damn thing. I won't have to kiss any of your asses and hold hands and sing in a circle jerk with you all neither. I'll chill with people worthy of me and my talents. I won't say any of you are in my league or that I feel like you'll be great next to me. Fuck that. I'm not here to be your friends. Might fuck some of these fine bitches but you won't be shit to me after it's all said and done. I got my mind on one thing. Making you all my fucking bitches. It's going down on Victory. Connor Jacobs is gonna prove why he's the face of Victory and this shit hasn't even gotten started yet.
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The Home of Elijah Carlson and Genevie Carmody
September 10th, 2016
Making Mother Fuckin Moves...
So here they were, in the happy...well mostly happy...couple's new living room. Boxes everywhere. Animals everywhere. Genevie absolutely happy and getting a second wind of energy after the presents that Eli had Connor bring into the house. Do you know how hard it is to hide a puppy from a bitch who is micro managing everything? Oh not doing much in the heavy lifting department. Just tweeting and being a bitch. This was Eli's soulmate. Shake my damn head. Well she was content with her puppy and introducing it to the other dogs in the house. Eli had put a baby pig in a bassinet in the corner of the room. It disturbed him watching him take care of it like a baby considering he hated babies too. Shit was all fucked up. But now they were spent. Eli in his chair and Connor laid out on the couch with their biggest dog Prince Jeter sprawled across his lap. He had to push the dog off but he turned towards Eli.
"Why is Andrew Blake such a cocksucker?"
Eli shrugged and shook his head. Connor had almost forgot that the big reveal had been that Andrew had been his dad all along. Which explained a whole fucking lot.
"Take it your meeting didn't go so well."
"It didn't fucking go at all. Thought you set that shit up?!"
"I may have forgotten. I'll call him tomorrow."
"Alright, you better. I'm staying in your spare bedroom tonight. So I'll remind your ass after your done banging your wife."
"She isn't my wife quite yet."
"I already told you, might as well be married. Got a house, and this fucking zoo. You're even hoping and keeping your fingers crossed you knock her up. Married as fuck bro."
"He is NOT knocking me up ANY TIME SOON."
"Lose a couple more matches in a row and I bet you change your mind. Might as well. Aint like your career is gonna bounce back."
"I'm taking BRADY to some place that isn't as HOSTILE as you are being right now. Fucking rude mother fucker. I'll come get you for bed in a little bit, love."
Eli and Connor shook their heads at each other about the choice in the dog's name as she gave Eli a kiss good night and walked away.
"Alright dude. Seriously you gotta get me hooked up with your agent. I don't know how to do this PR shit, and neither did you. I'm gonna win the fuck out of this Victory match and then win that title."
"Do you even know who you're facing?"
"No fucking clue. Find out that night. Luck of some Lottery shit going down. Might get a hooker or a hoe. The only difference between the two is a fee. You remember those type of girls."
"Yeah. I do."
"Got more steroid pumped meatheads in this match, and pussies, and you can even add the females too. Most think that its an uphill battle for a guy like me but nah.. I've faced worse, or better? I don't know...either way. This is a clusterfuck."
"Sounds like the shit that Gen deals with in Boardwalk if it's a clusterfuck."
"Nah it ain't that bad because it seemed like that shit was crazy. I mean it makes sense but we just don't know who we are facing and it makes it kind of one of those situations where it gets you fucked up to think about. Too many variables, can be difficult to prepare for. All these people puffing out their chests saying they are gonna beat anybody and everybody. Not even thinking about the fact that it is literally virtually impossible to prepare for every possible combination. I guess we can prepare for each other's styles. That makes sense but I guess it makes it exciting, whatever, doesn't matter who I get I'm gonna beat them."
"That's all you need to think about. You got it. But I'm gonna pass out in this chair. I'm tired as fuck. But here, take these keys when you go meet Andrew."
"Don't even call him dad huh?"
Eli didn't answer he just handed the penthouse keys over to Connor who spun them around on his fingers. This was his goal to have a sweet penthouse for his own, and Andrew Blake might be the guy to get him there.
"Night bro. Catch you in the morning."
Playing hard to get over this whole agent thing when Connor knew for a fact he probably couldn't even afford to. Not when he had talent like Connor waiting to slip through his fingers. He was just as good as Eli and Eli was his top client. It wasn't in Connor's genes though like Eli's. He just was naturally good at it, starting his own family legacy at one time. He sighed as he got off the couch and the dog Jeter followed him into the spare bedroom as he tossed the keys on the floor as he stripped down to his boxer briefs and fell face first on the bed. He'd get this agent shit sorted out in the morning. For now he was exhausted. He closed his eyes and hoped to dream about the future, and his inevitable victory and title run.
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So here we are. Gonna come down to the Luck of the Draw in some people's eyes. Some people hoping to get the toughest right off the bat. To prove something and to knock someone out fast from being anything better than the second best title. The first loser. Then you got the people who want the easy way out on this shit. They want the easiest ones to pick off. Well we aint got Courtney Leinhart or whatever the fuck her name is. Most of these people actually tried hard on their job applications. Got the people who didn't give a single fuck who they got. Connor fell into this group. Because if you're the greatest it doesn't matter who you face, you're gonna win, I mean there's always the chance you have an off night but if you're having an off night on the first show, well maybe you need to move on from wrestling in general. Or just EOW. We can point out the obvious weak links in this whole thing, the people that probably wont live up to their own bullshit hype. Point out the strongest, as if we are all friends. It's oddly suspicious that three people in this tournament are sucking each other off as being the top three, when it's gonna be hilarious that inevitably two of them are going to probably have to face off and then they will be all nice and civil and fake about it. When let's be honest, we are here to rip each other's throats out. Not be friends.
But go ahead with that strategy guys. See how it works out for you. Showing each other respect when honestly none of you have done anything for this company worth acknowledging or even thinking you are a threat, or on a level different than anybody else. Far as I'm concerned we are on equal ground. Titles in other places you've passed back and forth between one person just goes to show me that the talent didn't quite come in and you really didn't have anything in the way of competition or if you've been passed around companies more than a stripper at the worst frat party you've ever been to in your life, well you could see how your credibility as a threat can be called into question as well. Makes people wonder if they can count on you or believe in you. When you've walked out and turned your back on companies just for the simple fact it wasn't what you wanted. Call me a 14 year old boy because I like to fuck? Well isn't that exactly what you people are doing. Being pretty vocal about it too...Guess we are all 14 year olds living in adult bodies. But, let's run through these chumps one by one and stop subtweeting through verbal speech. All about the luck of the draw and if I draw....
Bryan Williams, well I'd be pretty stoked on that because he is one of those talents that I see making moves on Victory. He's got the achievements to back himself up so a win off of him right off the bat will definitely mean that I am as every bit of the threat as I claim to be. That is if he doesn't kill himself before the show starts. Though I doubt it, seems like a cry for attention more than anything. Gets people talking about him, makes him feel important and relevant again. Because he knows he's on the back swing of his career and things are probably not going to look as great for him as they once had. Probably why he wants to sleep forever. That or that busted ass bitch he goes to bed with every night. I'd wanna off myself too if I had to listen to her nag and whine and cry about something she isn't getting her way. Genie is probably worse but at least she's hot, I can get to an extent why Eli puts up with her and all her bullshit. Heard he split open that Drew Stevenson guy though, and he actually had the decency to sell that shit. Good Job Bryan achievement unlocked but it's gonna take more than a busted face to take out the likes of me, and if you couldn't get the job done against that washed up hack? How the hell do you expect to take me down? I'm the new blood, and I'm the one who's gonna make you see you aren't as good as you once was.
Mysti Savage the high flying cunt bag. The cum dumpster with the nappy ass hair that nobody wants to dump their cum into. You think you're a threat to me? Hell no, and it's more than just the fact that you're a woman. Even though you look like a Feminists wet dream. What with the fact it looks like you haven't showered in a week, you're chubby cheeks and the fact you don't even know how to spell basic words like you and are out on twitter. Like it takes all that much more effort to type two more letters, and your phone isn't auto correcting that shit for you. You can't even spell you want me to take you serious in the ring? Get the fuck out of here. I got your number. You do some flips and shit and people go OOOOH and AHHHH at your skill. Smoke and Mirrors. A mere parlor trick to cover up the fact that faced with real talent, like me? You come up short every fucking time. Maybe when you fail at this, you can do some traveling and find your calling in taking a donkey dick up your pussy and ass. No Mysti not mine. I know it's huge and you'll get confused when it slaps you in the face totally by accident if you get the unlucky draw of facing me. But my cock is not for your consumption...
You know who could get this dick if she wasn't being such a gold digging hooker about it? Felix Hartley. She's starting to look real unattractive with this gimme gimme attitude she got. Like she's entitled to my credit cards and the keys to my ride and she ain't even sat on my dick ONCE. You have to earn that shit. Even the most basic of hoes know that. If you want a man who is worth a damn. Not that I want to be your man. I ain't about that life. You're busy having kinky three ways with a pregnant chick and some dude who probably watches it and cries while he jerks off to it, because you're too beautiful to degrade yourself doing such acts. That or your sucking off Matthew Page because he flexed his muscles at you and basic hoes just fawn over that. It's one thing to have muscles and to be buff, it's another to do work in a wrestling ring. You're the one Felix who passed a title back and forth with one bitch like you were Eskimo Sisters. That doesn't exactly scream talented, just screams you worked for some bullshit company who didn't have anybody else. The fact that you lost it and won it back in the first place is hilarious. This is Victory and I think a few people would have something to say about that.
Might as well keep this shit going with Matthew Page. You seem cool in a way I guess. You can be funny on twitter. Whatever. That don't matter when it comes to the ring work. Flex those big muscles, go on and on about glory and greatness and what you feel you deserve and shit and why you're gonna be the best. Yawn. Seen that shit one too many times to know what's going down. You're nothing. A carbon copy of someone else who probably looks similar to you. Someone who is going to switch the style up and use even more bigger and fancy words as if that is somehow what it takes to get ahead. You'll certainly go on and on about tooting your own horn and trying to fuck Felix Hartley but let's be honest who isn't gonna fuck her? That won't be a crowning achievement for anyone. Flash that hoe a credit card let her spend some of your cash and she'll spread them legs like nothing. But you'll make a cute couple because you're about as dumb to fall for a girl like that. Sorry I won't because I don't pay for hookers and shit. You might make it far here kid, but I guarantee you that all those muscles won't mean shit when Connor Jacobs takes the fuck over.
Finn Whelan the third member in the circle jerk of people thinking that they are the only threat in this whole thing. Going soft on his wifey's bestie because he thinks it will win him points and get a crack at her rainbow colored pubes. You're off bitching on Twitter about what everyone else is doing, that it's ruining the business or ruining your good time on twitter. I'm sorry you are married and don't get in on the fun, but pretty much every single company anyone walks into at least half the roster is fucking each other and you can't say they aren't. Twitter just made it easier to network. I don't know why you have any problems with it at all. Why do you care? Focus on what's important, not the gossip your wife and her buddies are buried into. I know you're surrounded by women all the time and I guess that explains a lot. Do your little flips and shit and kiss the babies and the asses of the other people in this tournament, see how well this works out for you.
Jack Owyns the mother fucking legend himself. I really hope I get you. You're fucking hyped and ready to do this and the only person who's making any god damn sense. You understand what this is about. You understand what needs to be done, and you aren't dealing with any of these people's bullshit and it's great. It's all those years of experience. You know what's up. I would love to face you and see if that experience is really all you say it is, or if it's got that dusty old man smell to it. I don't want to make you break a hip bro. That would suck. You got a chip on your shoulder, grumpy old man syndrome. Got a lot to prove to all us young pups coming in. But I think people are writing you off way too soon. You're gonna be a threat. I'd like to eliminate it before it becomes a problem for me or gets an even bigger ego than you're already working with,
Last but certainly not least Jason with the bird beak Kaine. Is this guy serious? He's talking a big game and just like that tiny little pecker between his legs it's just not going to measure up against the actual people putting effort into this. What you gonna coast by and wait for all of us to say shit and just explode with some rage that you're gonna be a tough guy? Please, all those muscles are over compensating for a big mouth that can't exactly back up shit. I can't say Victory is the better brand because they don't have the most signings. They are the better brand because I'm here. Not people like you with your generic ass promo we've all heard a thousand times before about you're so great and everyone else sucks. Who gives a fuck about the generic steroid freak that died out in the early 2000's. I signed with this company because I want that title, and I made it worth their while and showed them that something and my achievements outside of a professional wrestling ring speak for themselves. Do your research because in my opinion whoever gets you has an easy as fuck win unless they have the two retards in you and Mysti Savage just take care of each other for everyone else's amusement. I'll get some popcorn for that train wreck. Would just be unfortunate if one of you actually came up with a win. I know it's hard, to understand what I'm trying to say, but YOU SUCK.
So see guys, I don't need to go out of my way to clutch at straws by commenting on the shitty basic names you have for your moves, or the things you list as your flaws. I can see them with my own two eyes. I ain't dumb. I don't need to go through every little detail of what you put when you signed your name on a contact. You think that all I'm about is fucking bitches, and yeah I like doing that, but I know what I want and I know what this is about. Find some new fucking material. I'm bored.
September 10th, 2016
Making Mother Fuckin Moves...
So here they were, in the happy...well mostly happy...couple's new living room. Boxes everywhere. Animals everywhere. Genevie absolutely happy and getting a second wind of energy after the presents that Eli had Connor bring into the house. Do you know how hard it is to hide a puppy from a bitch who is micro managing everything? Oh not doing much in the heavy lifting department. Just tweeting and being a bitch. This was Eli's soulmate. Shake my damn head. Well she was content with her puppy and introducing it to the other dogs in the house. Eli had put a baby pig in a bassinet in the corner of the room. It disturbed him watching him take care of it like a baby considering he hated babies too. Shit was all fucked up. But now they were spent. Eli in his chair and Connor laid out on the couch with their biggest dog Prince Jeter sprawled across his lap. He had to push the dog off but he turned towards Eli.
"Why is Andrew Blake such a cocksucker?"
Eli shrugged and shook his head. Connor had almost forgot that the big reveal had been that Andrew had been his dad all along. Which explained a whole fucking lot.
"Take it your meeting didn't go so well."
"It didn't fucking go at all. Thought you set that shit up?!"
"I may have forgotten. I'll call him tomorrow."
"Alright, you better. I'm staying in your spare bedroom tonight. So I'll remind your ass after your done banging your wife."
"She isn't my wife quite yet."
"I already told you, might as well be married. Got a house, and this fucking zoo. You're even hoping and keeping your fingers crossed you knock her up. Married as fuck bro."
"He is NOT knocking me up ANY TIME SOON."
"Lose a couple more matches in a row and I bet you change your mind. Might as well. Aint like your career is gonna bounce back."
"I'm taking BRADY to some place that isn't as HOSTILE as you are being right now. Fucking rude mother fucker. I'll come get you for bed in a little bit, love."
Eli and Connor shook their heads at each other about the choice in the dog's name as she gave Eli a kiss good night and walked away.
"Alright dude. Seriously you gotta get me hooked up with your agent. I don't know how to do this PR shit, and neither did you. I'm gonna win the fuck out of this Victory match and then win that title."
"Do you even know who you're facing?"
"No fucking clue. Find out that night. Luck of some Lottery shit going down. Might get a hooker or a hoe. The only difference between the two is a fee. You remember those type of girls."
"Yeah. I do."
"Got more steroid pumped meatheads in this match, and pussies, and you can even add the females too. Most think that its an uphill battle for a guy like me but nah.. I've faced worse, or better? I don't know...either way. This is a clusterfuck."
"Sounds like the shit that Gen deals with in Boardwalk if it's a clusterfuck."
"Nah it ain't that bad because it seemed like that shit was crazy. I mean it makes sense but we just don't know who we are facing and it makes it kind of one of those situations where it gets you fucked up to think about. Too many variables, can be difficult to prepare for. All these people puffing out their chests saying they are gonna beat anybody and everybody. Not even thinking about the fact that it is literally virtually impossible to prepare for every possible combination. I guess we can prepare for each other's styles. That makes sense but I guess it makes it exciting, whatever, doesn't matter who I get I'm gonna beat them."
"That's all you need to think about. You got it. But I'm gonna pass out in this chair. I'm tired as fuck. But here, take these keys when you go meet Andrew."
"Don't even call him dad huh?"
Eli didn't answer he just handed the penthouse keys over to Connor who spun them around on his fingers. This was his goal to have a sweet penthouse for his own, and Andrew Blake might be the guy to get him there.
"Night bro. Catch you in the morning."
Playing hard to get over this whole agent thing when Connor knew for a fact he probably couldn't even afford to. Not when he had talent like Connor waiting to slip through his fingers. He was just as good as Eli and Eli was his top client. It wasn't in Connor's genes though like Eli's. He just was naturally good at it, starting his own family legacy at one time. He sighed as he got off the couch and the dog Jeter followed him into the spare bedroom as he tossed the keys on the floor as he stripped down to his boxer briefs and fell face first on the bed. He'd get this agent shit sorted out in the morning. For now he was exhausted. He closed his eyes and hoped to dream about the future, and his inevitable victory and title run.
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So here we are. Gonna come down to the Luck of the Draw in some people's eyes. Some people hoping to get the toughest right off the bat. To prove something and to knock someone out fast from being anything better than the second best title. The first loser. Then you got the people who want the easy way out on this shit. They want the easiest ones to pick off. Well we aint got Courtney Leinhart or whatever the fuck her name is. Most of these people actually tried hard on their job applications. Got the people who didn't give a single fuck who they got. Connor fell into this group. Because if you're the greatest it doesn't matter who you face, you're gonna win, I mean there's always the chance you have an off night but if you're having an off night on the first show, well maybe you need to move on from wrestling in general. Or just EOW. We can point out the obvious weak links in this whole thing, the people that probably wont live up to their own bullshit hype. Point out the strongest, as if we are all friends. It's oddly suspicious that three people in this tournament are sucking each other off as being the top three, when it's gonna be hilarious that inevitably two of them are going to probably have to face off and then they will be all nice and civil and fake about it. When let's be honest, we are here to rip each other's throats out. Not be friends.
But go ahead with that strategy guys. See how it works out for you. Showing each other respect when honestly none of you have done anything for this company worth acknowledging or even thinking you are a threat, or on a level different than anybody else. Far as I'm concerned we are on equal ground. Titles in other places you've passed back and forth between one person just goes to show me that the talent didn't quite come in and you really didn't have anything in the way of competition or if you've been passed around companies more than a stripper at the worst frat party you've ever been to in your life, well you could see how your credibility as a threat can be called into question as well. Makes people wonder if they can count on you or believe in you. When you've walked out and turned your back on companies just for the simple fact it wasn't what you wanted. Call me a 14 year old boy because I like to fuck? Well isn't that exactly what you people are doing. Being pretty vocal about it too...Guess we are all 14 year olds living in adult bodies. But, let's run through these chumps one by one and stop subtweeting through verbal speech. All about the luck of the draw and if I draw....
Bryan Williams, well I'd be pretty stoked on that because he is one of those talents that I see making moves on Victory. He's got the achievements to back himself up so a win off of him right off the bat will definitely mean that I am as every bit of the threat as I claim to be. That is if he doesn't kill himself before the show starts. Though I doubt it, seems like a cry for attention more than anything. Gets people talking about him, makes him feel important and relevant again. Because he knows he's on the back swing of his career and things are probably not going to look as great for him as they once had. Probably why he wants to sleep forever. That or that busted ass bitch he goes to bed with every night. I'd wanna off myself too if I had to listen to her nag and whine and cry about something she isn't getting her way. Genie is probably worse but at least she's hot, I can get to an extent why Eli puts up with her and all her bullshit. Heard he split open that Drew Stevenson guy though, and he actually had the decency to sell that shit. Good Job Bryan achievement unlocked but it's gonna take more than a busted face to take out the likes of me, and if you couldn't get the job done against that washed up hack? How the hell do you expect to take me down? I'm the new blood, and I'm the one who's gonna make you see you aren't as good as you once was.
Mysti Savage the high flying cunt bag. The cum dumpster with the nappy ass hair that nobody wants to dump their cum into. You think you're a threat to me? Hell no, and it's more than just the fact that you're a woman. Even though you look like a Feminists wet dream. What with the fact it looks like you haven't showered in a week, you're chubby cheeks and the fact you don't even know how to spell basic words like you and are out on twitter. Like it takes all that much more effort to type two more letters, and your phone isn't auto correcting that shit for you. You can't even spell you want me to take you serious in the ring? Get the fuck out of here. I got your number. You do some flips and shit and people go OOOOH and AHHHH at your skill. Smoke and Mirrors. A mere parlor trick to cover up the fact that faced with real talent, like me? You come up short every fucking time. Maybe when you fail at this, you can do some traveling and find your calling in taking a donkey dick up your pussy and ass. No Mysti not mine. I know it's huge and you'll get confused when it slaps you in the face totally by accident if you get the unlucky draw of facing me. But my cock is not for your consumption...
You know who could get this dick if she wasn't being such a gold digging hooker about it? Felix Hartley. She's starting to look real unattractive with this gimme gimme attitude she got. Like she's entitled to my credit cards and the keys to my ride and she ain't even sat on my dick ONCE. You have to earn that shit. Even the most basic of hoes know that. If you want a man who is worth a damn. Not that I want to be your man. I ain't about that life. You're busy having kinky three ways with a pregnant chick and some dude who probably watches it and cries while he jerks off to it, because you're too beautiful to degrade yourself doing such acts. That or your sucking off Matthew Page because he flexed his muscles at you and basic hoes just fawn over that. It's one thing to have muscles and to be buff, it's another to do work in a wrestling ring. You're the one Felix who passed a title back and forth with one bitch like you were Eskimo Sisters. That doesn't exactly scream talented, just screams you worked for some bullshit company who didn't have anybody else. The fact that you lost it and won it back in the first place is hilarious. This is Victory and I think a few people would have something to say about that.
Might as well keep this shit going with Matthew Page. You seem cool in a way I guess. You can be funny on twitter. Whatever. That don't matter when it comes to the ring work. Flex those big muscles, go on and on about glory and greatness and what you feel you deserve and shit and why you're gonna be the best. Yawn. Seen that shit one too many times to know what's going down. You're nothing. A carbon copy of someone else who probably looks similar to you. Someone who is going to switch the style up and use even more bigger and fancy words as if that is somehow what it takes to get ahead. You'll certainly go on and on about tooting your own horn and trying to fuck Felix Hartley but let's be honest who isn't gonna fuck her? That won't be a crowning achievement for anyone. Flash that hoe a credit card let her spend some of your cash and she'll spread them legs like nothing. But you'll make a cute couple because you're about as dumb to fall for a girl like that. Sorry I won't because I don't pay for hookers and shit. You might make it far here kid, but I guarantee you that all those muscles won't mean shit when Connor Jacobs takes the fuck over.
Finn Whelan the third member in the circle jerk of people thinking that they are the only threat in this whole thing. Going soft on his wifey's bestie because he thinks it will win him points and get a crack at her rainbow colored pubes. You're off bitching on Twitter about what everyone else is doing, that it's ruining the business or ruining your good time on twitter. I'm sorry you are married and don't get in on the fun, but pretty much every single company anyone walks into at least half the roster is fucking each other and you can't say they aren't. Twitter just made it easier to network. I don't know why you have any problems with it at all. Why do you care? Focus on what's important, not the gossip your wife and her buddies are buried into. I know you're surrounded by women all the time and I guess that explains a lot. Do your little flips and shit and kiss the babies and the asses of the other people in this tournament, see how well this works out for you.
Jack Owyns the mother fucking legend himself. I really hope I get you. You're fucking hyped and ready to do this and the only person who's making any god damn sense. You understand what this is about. You understand what needs to be done, and you aren't dealing with any of these people's bullshit and it's great. It's all those years of experience. You know what's up. I would love to face you and see if that experience is really all you say it is, or if it's got that dusty old man smell to it. I don't want to make you break a hip bro. That would suck. You got a chip on your shoulder, grumpy old man syndrome. Got a lot to prove to all us young pups coming in. But I think people are writing you off way too soon. You're gonna be a threat. I'd like to eliminate it before it becomes a problem for me or gets an even bigger ego than you're already working with,
Last but certainly not least Jason with the bird beak Kaine. Is this guy serious? He's talking a big game and just like that tiny little pecker between his legs it's just not going to measure up against the actual people putting effort into this. What you gonna coast by and wait for all of us to say shit and just explode with some rage that you're gonna be a tough guy? Please, all those muscles are over compensating for a big mouth that can't exactly back up shit. I can't say Victory is the better brand because they don't have the most signings. They are the better brand because I'm here. Not people like you with your generic ass promo we've all heard a thousand times before about you're so great and everyone else sucks. Who gives a fuck about the generic steroid freak that died out in the early 2000's. I signed with this company because I want that title, and I made it worth their while and showed them that something and my achievements outside of a professional wrestling ring speak for themselves. Do your research because in my opinion whoever gets you has an easy as fuck win unless they have the two retards in you and Mysti Savage just take care of each other for everyone else's amusement. I'll get some popcorn for that train wreck. Would just be unfortunate if one of you actually came up with a win. I know it's hard, to understand what I'm trying to say, but YOU SUCK.
So see guys, I don't need to go out of my way to clutch at straws by commenting on the shitty basic names you have for your moves, or the things you list as your flaws. I can see them with my own two eyes. I ain't dumb. I don't need to go through every little detail of what you put when you signed your name on a contact. You think that all I'm about is fucking bitches, and yeah I like doing that, but I know what I want and I know what this is about. Find some new fucking material. I'm bored.
