"A Worthy Performance..."
Sept 16, 2016 23:54:59 GMT
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Post by Connor Jacobs on Sept 16, 2016 23:54:59 GMT
Seems like Connor Jacobs has more than struck a few nerves. The only two who have even had the balls to open their mouths since I spoke just happened to be Savage, not that she said anything of intelligence and the Legend himself Jack Owyns. I will say he had more of an intelligent argument. No I’ve silenced the rest. They realize that while they are making fun of me and focusing on what my dick game is about they overlooked the fact that when I come out the gate? I come out hard. I’m no slouch. I may be green to this stepping foot in a wrestling ring but I know what it takes to get to the top. Not only do I know. I have what it takes. I may not be much to look at as far as some of the other competitors in the lethal lottery go, but I still have better of a size then people like Felix Hartley and Finn Whelan.
Size isn’t everything though, I will say that. I’ve watched people much smaller take down giants in true David and Goliath fashion. Don’t underestimate anyone based off their size alone. But, don’t exactly take them serious when they say they are going to hit harder because they simply will not. They just might have the durability and the speed to last longer than a brute who focuses more on strength than cardio, and yes Matthew Page I mean more than just the cardio that involves the dick going in and out of the pussy. Which is awesome cardio don’t get me wrong but you gotta focus a bit more on just weight training and stuffing your face full of protein.
You got to know how to get them on the ground and make them stay down. I have more experience with that then any of you care to admit. So College Wrestling is a little different. Yeah, but same basic concept. All you gotta do is make them tap out, or stay down long enough for the three. This version is just more entertaining and you can throw some flips and shit into it and make it hype. You can try to say my experience in the world of Collegiate Wrestling won’t mean anything, but there are plenty of athletes in this business that started out just like me and came from the same background and had plenty of success.
I’m not all over the place like Jason Kaine. I don’t pretend to be every single thing rolled into one, when I in fact am not. I’m not Bryan Williams who talks a big game and yet always somehow manages to not be able to back it up. When he ain’t being someone’s bitch in 4CW he’s at home being his Wife’s bitch over a busted leg. Do me a favor, once you fail to get the job done like your former tag partner Aidan did...Do us all a favor and go back to playing devoted housewife. God no wonder you want to sleep forever.
The fact of the matter is. Despite my size, and the fact that I may get a little distracted and starstruck I’m still a bigger threat than more than half the people who could draw my name in this lethal lottery. I’m overly cocky, but I challenge someone to step up and prove me undeserving to be this cocky. At this point all I hear is whining and bitching from a bunch of pussies who have no fucking clue what they are talking about, or who they are dealing with. Oh and if you think I’m done? Oh...We’re just getting started…
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Here Connor Jacobs was, waltzing into the former Wrestler turned Agent’s office Andrew Blake. Now this dude happened to be his best bro’s dad. Which was shocking news to find out, but he also at one time had a firm grip on Eli’s entire career and now Eli had a house, a smoking hot wife and was quickly rising to be a great star in barely a couple of months. Connor would be stupid to not want a piece of that. Andrew looked up, clearly not as happy to see him. Such a grumpy man in his old age. He tossed the penthouse keys that Eli had given him on his desk as he sat down in a chair.
“Those are from Eli and Gen. Can’t wait to have a place like that. Also, heard the news about you being Eli’s dad. Explains a lot.”
“I’m not going to begin to ask how you got past security. I imagine that was something Eli let you in on as well. So let’s skip the small talk and get right to business. Who are you, and why are you here in my office? Hmm?”
“Connor Jacobs. Your golden boy’s best friend. Made official by the fact I was his best man in his wedding. Missed you there. But, I will say you are a tough man to get a hold of. All I want is one of the best damn agents out there. You got Eli that penthouse and his career going in the right direction. Now look at him? He’s a beast. I just want the same things. Scratch the mouthy Boston Chick, and the Zoo.”
“So let me get this straight. You’re Connor Jacobs, a nobody whose name I’ve never heard before in my life, claiming to have been the best man in my son’s wedding to a whore, and you expect me to take you on as a client? What have you accomplished? What do you possibly have that would be of any interest to me? I don’t take on charity cases, Connor, and it seems to me that is exactly what you are.”
Connor frowned. He sure didn’t come at him with kid gloves. He sure seemed to hate Gen as well. Maybe that’s why he didn’t get an invite. Connor shrugged.
“I haven’t done shit yet. I will give you that but I’m well on my way to accomplishing big things in a short time. I’ll put in the work when it matters. Eli’s distracted by a wife, and house. So he’s not doing much promotion to make YOU money. I don’t have those distractions. We both want money, we both want nice things. I’m here to help you. I ain’t a charity case. I’ll earn my spot if I have to as one of your clients.”
“Eli doesn’t have to do promotional work. He’s winning. So I’ll make you a deal. Prove yourself. Win something,, or at least make it seem like you’re capable of winning something, and I’ll consider it. Fuck Eli’s wife, and leave him a tape of it? That penthouse is yours.”
“You got yourself a Deal. Uh. On the first part. I’ll have to think on the second part.”
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Bryan Williams. Let’s start with you. Now Jack and Mysti got you all wrong here. First off. You’re not a champion anywhere and haven’t been since you pretty much wanted to lay down and walk from a place you had gold. Why? Because you felt you had done everything you could do there? I seriously doubt that. You see this business is ever changing and what that means is more times than not you’re always going to have new blood to prove yourself better than. Maybe you just got bored. I’ll be the first to admit that I have no idea what your reason was in leaving that other company. Just seemed like a waste. Jack greatly surprised me as well with his lack of knowledge over who you were. I mean, for a legend he seems to be a little behind on the times. Anyone with a brain knows who you are. I mean you’ve been bouncing around so many companies this year alone it would be hard not to know who you are.
What is it Bryan? Can’t exactly find your niche? Where you belong? Seems to me the only time you’ve mattered is when Aidan has you carrying her bags for her. You’re the big goofball and the jokester. I get it but that mouth of yours is gonna write a check that your fists just aren’t quite going to be able to cash. I hope I draw someone like you in this lethal lottery. I wanna prove to people all over that experience may be a strength for a guy like you, but the young blood can come in and sweep it right out from underneath you like a bad knee. If you get what I am saying. Come on Bryan. Prove to us all that you’re worth more than your little buddy. She sure gave you some big shoes to fill and when a bitch makes you look pathetic, well I guess you can just wear those shoes.
I wanna get this bitch over with already. She’s already murdered herself. Mysti Savage. I know people say the drugs have gone to your head a lot but it’s clear to me, they in fact have. Most of what your information is, is highly inaccurate from your research into Bryan Williams, and literally every single other person in this match. Don’t tell people that their accolades in other companies don’t matter for shit. They in fact do. It tells you they have established themselves other places and that puts credibility on who they are as a competitor. You’re a college student therefore, i feel like you should be a better studier on things. Probably why you’re doing cam shows, I bet you suck at those too.
You think people love you because you’re a superior athlete? Nah. Ask any male and they will tell you, they ain’t listening to the words coming out of your mouth. No, sluts don’t get the privilege of being heard. In fact you have yourself so guarded and don’t list yourself as really having any realistic weaknesses. How about the fact you’re rocking the V in your pants. How about the fact you care more about what strain of Weed you’re getting from the doctor this week. MAYBE. It’s the fact that you don’t know shit about your opponents and BS your way through, thinking that’s going to get you ANYWHERE. That might work with the weaker ones in the litter pup, but it certainly isn’t going to get you a win over the people that DO put their research in, and DO in fact prepare accurately for whatever, and whomever they might draw this week. I hope you realize that you can’t quite hang with the big dogs of Victory and go back to trying to be the next Christy Mack. At least your busted up faces will match.
Speaking of Busted up faces...Finn Whelan. How you doing buddy? Having fun braiding hair and talking about boys with the ladies? I’m sure you are. See, maybe if you hung out with some dudes or spent any time whatsoever making yourself look like an actual threat people wouldn’t be writing you off so quickly. You got a temper and yet, I have barely seen you turn a slight shade of pink even with all the shit people have been talking about you. You must manage that with the alcohol well, or maybe all those pedicures with the girls have helped out. You’re pretty much just like everyone else from what I can tell. You’re mouthy. Well, that’s a shock. I don’t think a single one of us are anything less. Isn’t that the point? Aren’t we supposed to be mouthy sons of bitches to one another? You say you’re willing to do whatever it takes, and put your body at risk. Are you really?
Tell me. Now that you have a baby on the way, have you somehow gone soft because of it? Are you worried you will get hurt and be unable to provide for your family? That you’ll just be another cliche of a drunk Irish bastard? I have a feeling this might be the case, because I see more fire out of you on social media then I ever do when it comes down to talking about the possibility of your opponents in this match. I guess you want an audience on a more social platform, and yet you call yourself more of an antisocial person. I smell a contradiction. I smell a whiny little rookie who feels he deserves more. Your wife is more established in this business than you are, and I’ve barely heard about her. But I heard you guys are alike, you don’t stick around for very long before you change companies, or professions altogether.
Yes. My moves are named after bitches I’ve fucked. I guess I could give them some ounce of respect in that regard. You wish your sex life was as fulfilling as mine has been. I am curious though, how do two sticks rub together and not start a fire? Must be over pretty quickly. It’s crazy how your life can change in under a minute, huh Finn? You’re tall and you’re lanky and you don’t look like you have any business stepping foot inside of a ring, most people might say something similar about me. Maybe that’s another reason you hate me so much, because people put us on the same level and you turn up your nose because you feel like you’re better than everybody else. Maybe if you stuck around someplace long enough you’d have some credibility behind your one year of experience, but at this point? You’re on my level and if you draw me for this lethal lottery well you’re just gonna look even more foolish than your painted fingernails and those pretty painted toenails. I’ll give you a tissue, your eyeliner, or mascara is probably running from the tears.
Or Nah? Because I’m sure this next bitch will have you covered. You guys sure are enjoying hanging around each other when you two very well could pull each other’s names. Felix Hartley. The resident Hoe of Victory. We love you for it. You’re way more beautiful than the other one, that’s for sure. I wonder if you are much brighter than her. Have you faced men yet in a ring? I would love to know if a single one of those wins of yours amounts to shit against someone much bigger, stronger, and faster than you. You’re arguably the smallest out of us all, and yet you come out the gate like you’re some big tough girl. That shit will run tough over someone like Savage but there are much bigger and badder talents. Why don’t you stick with what you’re good at and that’s being the cheerleader for anyone who flashes a credit card and a dick larger than five inches in front of your face.
Are you going to be able to compete, or are you just gonna take selfies in the ring? Maybe if you draw Matthew Page you can just blow him right there and call that a Win. It’s apparent you’re about as sharp as the different sticks that get rubbed on your lips at any given point in the day. I mean way to really literally translate everything by acting like a teacher. I mean not even your own friends thought that was any good. Sweetheart, you wanna use Wrestling to elevate yourself to bigger and better opportunities, but now you got to get in the ring with some actual men who know what they are doing and if anything Wrestling is going to start hurting you from doing that. You’re beautiful and talented enough to be something greater, and make far better money. Especially if you’ll do anal. They get paid four times as much as other bitches. You got a body, a mouth, and an attitude better suited for bdsm and punishment porn.
You think you are gonna beat me with some Ass, Class and Sass? A head scissors is about as basic as the Pumpkin Spice Latte you’re about to be losing your mind over within the next couple of hours. I hate when a bitch gets Lock Jaw on me though. You might have something there, but god damn that would be a terrible way to go down. You seem like The Screamer to me. If I draw you for this lethal lottery I truly will be a lucky man to eye your beauty up from across the ring. You might be the perfect little distraction for about two seconds, then you’ll open your mouth and well my dick will go soft and I’ll remember gold would probably look better wrapped around my waist then the girl who’s going to let us all in her pants anyways.
Let’s talk about the one she’s already let in, and shit all he had to do was flex those big muscles. Good job, Matthew Page. You’ve managed to pay for sex from a twenty year old. I’m bored of you already. You come at everyone like you’re the total package. You got intellect, and you’re a smooth talker...Blah...Blah..Blah. That may work at a fancy dinner party or it may shock and amaze the boys at the frat house, but here it doesn’t mean shit. I don’t give a fuck what your presence does to people when you walk into a room. I ain’t impressed. I ain’t dazzled. Smoke and Mirrors, to cover up the fact that you are just another rookie like almost half of us, you say you got 4 years of wrestling experience? I say WHERE, because before this match not a damn person has heard of you.
Marvelous? Marvelous Garbage if you ask me. I’m gonna start a counter for how many times you think you have to drive that shitty moniker home before people will start believing you. You think this shit is gonna come down to you and a bitch? You’re seriously flawed in your logic. Especially because if you happen to draw my name, or vice versa you’re gonna have a major problem indeed. I’m smaller than you, and faster. I can go circles around you. I’m your Achilles Heel. You pull my name? And well, based off your own admission. You’re fucked, because I won’t stay down. I’ll get inside your head. I can go the distance against a guy like you. That’s gonna piss you off, that’s gonna make you rage so hard you’ll forget where you are and when that happens? LIGHT’S OUT. The next thing you’ll remember is the bell ringing and watching my hand be raised as you and your less than Marvelous dignity try to climb up from the mat.
We have another brute in this match thinking his size is somehow a factor. Another brute that claims to have 5 years wrestling experience and honestly I haven’t heard about you. Maybe you’ll bring that pretty lady out there to try and distract me. Since people seem to know now that I suffer from a serious medical condition in the attention span department. Especially when there is a beautiful lady out there. You feel me? I mean you say you’re controversial and brutal in the ring but then again so has the other competitors and aside from a couple including yourself, coming up a bit short if you ask me. Like your dick has after all the steroids and shit you’ve pumped into your body to TRY and keep up with us young bucks. Maybe I should have called you gramps, since you are the oldest in this competition. Certainly doesn’t make you the wisest. I bet a few well placed kicks on a typical old man back, and some on those creaky knees of yours and you’ll go down like Felix Hartley for a diamond watch.
You’re probably one of the easiest to deal with if I draw your name. I mean all I gotta do is go near your wife and you’ll lose your fucking mind like your name is King Kong. I’ll shoot your ass down though. The good thing about being a rookie is I don’t have the wear and tear of years of injuries in this business. I just have the speed and technical ability to capitalize on the ones who do. I have just the right equation in me that equals guys like Kaine’s demise. You claim to have been all over the world and built up an impressive resume. I say go ahead and try to prove it to me. Put those big meaty fists to use. You just may hit me harder, but I promise old man that I’ll be able to take a lot more punishment than you can dish out. You’re not going to be able to say the same thing. The body is already halfway broken down for me. All I gotta do is just be a little quicker than you. No problem.
Last but not least, the man who is going straight hard in the paint. Jack Owyns. I mean he’s been brutal as fuck. I guess that’s what Thirteen plus years of experience gets you. But I guess calling that out, and giving you some props and credit for it is riding your dick. Nah. I just know who the bigger and badder threats are.You have the experience and obviously the mouth to back it up. You hit hard and you hit fast and you don’t give a damn who likes it and doesn’t like it. That’s a thing a guy like me has to watch out for. I gotta keep being one step ahead of the violence. But there are downsides to being violence-centric if you will. You lack any real technical skill. You rely solely on your striking and you don’t make yourself a well rounded competitor. Where you are weak, I am strong.
You think that me wanting to draw your name is stupidity on my part but I think it’s the perfect combination. I have to prove I deserve to be the Ultimate Champion above anyone and everybody. That includes you. So showing no fear over what name I draw and having the confidence to get the job done no matter what name I draw? I’m showing why I deserve this over anyone and everybody else. I don’t fear you Jack. Where you just hit anything and everything and go for causing as much pain all over. I know how to hone in and spot the real weaknesses on the body. The intelligence and the technique to go for the weakest limbs. Maybe your knee. With you long time legends and such it’s always the same thing. Either a nagging back, or one of those knees just isn’t up to par. So yeah. I hope I draw your name. It’d be match of the night for damn sure. You’re Welcome for that in advance.
Size isn’t everything though, I will say that. I’ve watched people much smaller take down giants in true David and Goliath fashion. Don’t underestimate anyone based off their size alone. But, don’t exactly take them serious when they say they are going to hit harder because they simply will not. They just might have the durability and the speed to last longer than a brute who focuses more on strength than cardio, and yes Matthew Page I mean more than just the cardio that involves the dick going in and out of the pussy. Which is awesome cardio don’t get me wrong but you gotta focus a bit more on just weight training and stuffing your face full of protein.
You got to know how to get them on the ground and make them stay down. I have more experience with that then any of you care to admit. So College Wrestling is a little different. Yeah, but same basic concept. All you gotta do is make them tap out, or stay down long enough for the three. This version is just more entertaining and you can throw some flips and shit into it and make it hype. You can try to say my experience in the world of Collegiate Wrestling won’t mean anything, but there are plenty of athletes in this business that started out just like me and came from the same background and had plenty of success.
I’m not all over the place like Jason Kaine. I don’t pretend to be every single thing rolled into one, when I in fact am not. I’m not Bryan Williams who talks a big game and yet always somehow manages to not be able to back it up. When he ain’t being someone’s bitch in 4CW he’s at home being his Wife’s bitch over a busted leg. Do me a favor, once you fail to get the job done like your former tag partner Aidan did...Do us all a favor and go back to playing devoted housewife. God no wonder you want to sleep forever.
The fact of the matter is. Despite my size, and the fact that I may get a little distracted and starstruck I’m still a bigger threat than more than half the people who could draw my name in this lethal lottery. I’m overly cocky, but I challenge someone to step up and prove me undeserving to be this cocky. At this point all I hear is whining and bitching from a bunch of pussies who have no fucking clue what they are talking about, or who they are dealing with. Oh and if you think I’m done? Oh...We’re just getting started…
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Here Connor Jacobs was, waltzing into the former Wrestler turned Agent’s office Andrew Blake. Now this dude happened to be his best bro’s dad. Which was shocking news to find out, but he also at one time had a firm grip on Eli’s entire career and now Eli had a house, a smoking hot wife and was quickly rising to be a great star in barely a couple of months. Connor would be stupid to not want a piece of that. Andrew looked up, clearly not as happy to see him. Such a grumpy man in his old age. He tossed the penthouse keys that Eli had given him on his desk as he sat down in a chair.
“Those are from Eli and Gen. Can’t wait to have a place like that. Also, heard the news about you being Eli’s dad. Explains a lot.”
“I’m not going to begin to ask how you got past security. I imagine that was something Eli let you in on as well. So let’s skip the small talk and get right to business. Who are you, and why are you here in my office? Hmm?”
“Connor Jacobs. Your golden boy’s best friend. Made official by the fact I was his best man in his wedding. Missed you there. But, I will say you are a tough man to get a hold of. All I want is one of the best damn agents out there. You got Eli that penthouse and his career going in the right direction. Now look at him? He’s a beast. I just want the same things. Scratch the mouthy Boston Chick, and the Zoo.”
“So let me get this straight. You’re Connor Jacobs, a nobody whose name I’ve never heard before in my life, claiming to have been the best man in my son’s wedding to a whore, and you expect me to take you on as a client? What have you accomplished? What do you possibly have that would be of any interest to me? I don’t take on charity cases, Connor, and it seems to me that is exactly what you are.”
Connor frowned. He sure didn’t come at him with kid gloves. He sure seemed to hate Gen as well. Maybe that’s why he didn’t get an invite. Connor shrugged.
“I haven’t done shit yet. I will give you that but I’m well on my way to accomplishing big things in a short time. I’ll put in the work when it matters. Eli’s distracted by a wife, and house. So he’s not doing much promotion to make YOU money. I don’t have those distractions. We both want money, we both want nice things. I’m here to help you. I ain’t a charity case. I’ll earn my spot if I have to as one of your clients.”
“Eli doesn’t have to do promotional work. He’s winning. So I’ll make you a deal. Prove yourself. Win something,, or at least make it seem like you’re capable of winning something, and I’ll consider it. Fuck Eli’s wife, and leave him a tape of it? That penthouse is yours.”
“You got yourself a Deal. Uh. On the first part. I’ll have to think on the second part.”
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Bryan Williams. Let’s start with you. Now Jack and Mysti got you all wrong here. First off. You’re not a champion anywhere and haven’t been since you pretty much wanted to lay down and walk from a place you had gold. Why? Because you felt you had done everything you could do there? I seriously doubt that. You see this business is ever changing and what that means is more times than not you’re always going to have new blood to prove yourself better than. Maybe you just got bored. I’ll be the first to admit that I have no idea what your reason was in leaving that other company. Just seemed like a waste. Jack greatly surprised me as well with his lack of knowledge over who you were. I mean, for a legend he seems to be a little behind on the times. Anyone with a brain knows who you are. I mean you’ve been bouncing around so many companies this year alone it would be hard not to know who you are.
What is it Bryan? Can’t exactly find your niche? Where you belong? Seems to me the only time you’ve mattered is when Aidan has you carrying her bags for her. You’re the big goofball and the jokester. I get it but that mouth of yours is gonna write a check that your fists just aren’t quite going to be able to cash. I hope I draw someone like you in this lethal lottery. I wanna prove to people all over that experience may be a strength for a guy like you, but the young blood can come in and sweep it right out from underneath you like a bad knee. If you get what I am saying. Come on Bryan. Prove to us all that you’re worth more than your little buddy. She sure gave you some big shoes to fill and when a bitch makes you look pathetic, well I guess you can just wear those shoes.
I wanna get this bitch over with already. She’s already murdered herself. Mysti Savage. I know people say the drugs have gone to your head a lot but it’s clear to me, they in fact have. Most of what your information is, is highly inaccurate from your research into Bryan Williams, and literally every single other person in this match. Don’t tell people that their accolades in other companies don’t matter for shit. They in fact do. It tells you they have established themselves other places and that puts credibility on who they are as a competitor. You’re a college student therefore, i feel like you should be a better studier on things. Probably why you’re doing cam shows, I bet you suck at those too.
You think people love you because you’re a superior athlete? Nah. Ask any male and they will tell you, they ain’t listening to the words coming out of your mouth. No, sluts don’t get the privilege of being heard. In fact you have yourself so guarded and don’t list yourself as really having any realistic weaknesses. How about the fact you’re rocking the V in your pants. How about the fact you care more about what strain of Weed you’re getting from the doctor this week. MAYBE. It’s the fact that you don’t know shit about your opponents and BS your way through, thinking that’s going to get you ANYWHERE. That might work with the weaker ones in the litter pup, but it certainly isn’t going to get you a win over the people that DO put their research in, and DO in fact prepare accurately for whatever, and whomever they might draw this week. I hope you realize that you can’t quite hang with the big dogs of Victory and go back to trying to be the next Christy Mack. At least your busted up faces will match.
Speaking of Busted up faces...Finn Whelan. How you doing buddy? Having fun braiding hair and talking about boys with the ladies? I’m sure you are. See, maybe if you hung out with some dudes or spent any time whatsoever making yourself look like an actual threat people wouldn’t be writing you off so quickly. You got a temper and yet, I have barely seen you turn a slight shade of pink even with all the shit people have been talking about you. You must manage that with the alcohol well, or maybe all those pedicures with the girls have helped out. You’re pretty much just like everyone else from what I can tell. You’re mouthy. Well, that’s a shock. I don’t think a single one of us are anything less. Isn’t that the point? Aren’t we supposed to be mouthy sons of bitches to one another? You say you’re willing to do whatever it takes, and put your body at risk. Are you really?
Tell me. Now that you have a baby on the way, have you somehow gone soft because of it? Are you worried you will get hurt and be unable to provide for your family? That you’ll just be another cliche of a drunk Irish bastard? I have a feeling this might be the case, because I see more fire out of you on social media then I ever do when it comes down to talking about the possibility of your opponents in this match. I guess you want an audience on a more social platform, and yet you call yourself more of an antisocial person. I smell a contradiction. I smell a whiny little rookie who feels he deserves more. Your wife is more established in this business than you are, and I’ve barely heard about her. But I heard you guys are alike, you don’t stick around for very long before you change companies, or professions altogether.
Yes. My moves are named after bitches I’ve fucked. I guess I could give them some ounce of respect in that regard. You wish your sex life was as fulfilling as mine has been. I am curious though, how do two sticks rub together and not start a fire? Must be over pretty quickly. It’s crazy how your life can change in under a minute, huh Finn? You’re tall and you’re lanky and you don’t look like you have any business stepping foot inside of a ring, most people might say something similar about me. Maybe that’s another reason you hate me so much, because people put us on the same level and you turn up your nose because you feel like you’re better than everybody else. Maybe if you stuck around someplace long enough you’d have some credibility behind your one year of experience, but at this point? You’re on my level and if you draw me for this lethal lottery well you’re just gonna look even more foolish than your painted fingernails and those pretty painted toenails. I’ll give you a tissue, your eyeliner, or mascara is probably running from the tears.
Or Nah? Because I’m sure this next bitch will have you covered. You guys sure are enjoying hanging around each other when you two very well could pull each other’s names. Felix Hartley. The resident Hoe of Victory. We love you for it. You’re way more beautiful than the other one, that’s for sure. I wonder if you are much brighter than her. Have you faced men yet in a ring? I would love to know if a single one of those wins of yours amounts to shit against someone much bigger, stronger, and faster than you. You’re arguably the smallest out of us all, and yet you come out the gate like you’re some big tough girl. That shit will run tough over someone like Savage but there are much bigger and badder talents. Why don’t you stick with what you’re good at and that’s being the cheerleader for anyone who flashes a credit card and a dick larger than five inches in front of your face.
Are you going to be able to compete, or are you just gonna take selfies in the ring? Maybe if you draw Matthew Page you can just blow him right there and call that a Win. It’s apparent you’re about as sharp as the different sticks that get rubbed on your lips at any given point in the day. I mean way to really literally translate everything by acting like a teacher. I mean not even your own friends thought that was any good. Sweetheart, you wanna use Wrestling to elevate yourself to bigger and better opportunities, but now you got to get in the ring with some actual men who know what they are doing and if anything Wrestling is going to start hurting you from doing that. You’re beautiful and talented enough to be something greater, and make far better money. Especially if you’ll do anal. They get paid four times as much as other bitches. You got a body, a mouth, and an attitude better suited for bdsm and punishment porn.
You think you are gonna beat me with some Ass, Class and Sass? A head scissors is about as basic as the Pumpkin Spice Latte you’re about to be losing your mind over within the next couple of hours. I hate when a bitch gets Lock Jaw on me though. You might have something there, but god damn that would be a terrible way to go down. You seem like The Screamer to me. If I draw you for this lethal lottery I truly will be a lucky man to eye your beauty up from across the ring. You might be the perfect little distraction for about two seconds, then you’ll open your mouth and well my dick will go soft and I’ll remember gold would probably look better wrapped around my waist then the girl who’s going to let us all in her pants anyways.
Let’s talk about the one she’s already let in, and shit all he had to do was flex those big muscles. Good job, Matthew Page. You’ve managed to pay for sex from a twenty year old. I’m bored of you already. You come at everyone like you’re the total package. You got intellect, and you’re a smooth talker...Blah...Blah..Blah. That may work at a fancy dinner party or it may shock and amaze the boys at the frat house, but here it doesn’t mean shit. I don’t give a fuck what your presence does to people when you walk into a room. I ain’t impressed. I ain’t dazzled. Smoke and Mirrors, to cover up the fact that you are just another rookie like almost half of us, you say you got 4 years of wrestling experience? I say WHERE, because before this match not a damn person has heard of you.
Marvelous? Marvelous Garbage if you ask me. I’m gonna start a counter for how many times you think you have to drive that shitty moniker home before people will start believing you. You think this shit is gonna come down to you and a bitch? You’re seriously flawed in your logic. Especially because if you happen to draw my name, or vice versa you’re gonna have a major problem indeed. I’m smaller than you, and faster. I can go circles around you. I’m your Achilles Heel. You pull my name? And well, based off your own admission. You’re fucked, because I won’t stay down. I’ll get inside your head. I can go the distance against a guy like you. That’s gonna piss you off, that’s gonna make you rage so hard you’ll forget where you are and when that happens? LIGHT’S OUT. The next thing you’ll remember is the bell ringing and watching my hand be raised as you and your less than Marvelous dignity try to climb up from the mat.
We have another brute in this match thinking his size is somehow a factor. Another brute that claims to have 5 years wrestling experience and honestly I haven’t heard about you. Maybe you’ll bring that pretty lady out there to try and distract me. Since people seem to know now that I suffer from a serious medical condition in the attention span department. Especially when there is a beautiful lady out there. You feel me? I mean you say you’re controversial and brutal in the ring but then again so has the other competitors and aside from a couple including yourself, coming up a bit short if you ask me. Like your dick has after all the steroids and shit you’ve pumped into your body to TRY and keep up with us young bucks. Maybe I should have called you gramps, since you are the oldest in this competition. Certainly doesn’t make you the wisest. I bet a few well placed kicks on a typical old man back, and some on those creaky knees of yours and you’ll go down like Felix Hartley for a diamond watch.
You’re probably one of the easiest to deal with if I draw your name. I mean all I gotta do is go near your wife and you’ll lose your fucking mind like your name is King Kong. I’ll shoot your ass down though. The good thing about being a rookie is I don’t have the wear and tear of years of injuries in this business. I just have the speed and technical ability to capitalize on the ones who do. I have just the right equation in me that equals guys like Kaine’s demise. You claim to have been all over the world and built up an impressive resume. I say go ahead and try to prove it to me. Put those big meaty fists to use. You just may hit me harder, but I promise old man that I’ll be able to take a lot more punishment than you can dish out. You’re not going to be able to say the same thing. The body is already halfway broken down for me. All I gotta do is just be a little quicker than you. No problem.
Last but not least, the man who is going straight hard in the paint. Jack Owyns. I mean he’s been brutal as fuck. I guess that’s what Thirteen plus years of experience gets you. But I guess calling that out, and giving you some props and credit for it is riding your dick. Nah. I just know who the bigger and badder threats are.You have the experience and obviously the mouth to back it up. You hit hard and you hit fast and you don’t give a damn who likes it and doesn’t like it. That’s a thing a guy like me has to watch out for. I gotta keep being one step ahead of the violence. But there are downsides to being violence-centric if you will. You lack any real technical skill. You rely solely on your striking and you don’t make yourself a well rounded competitor. Where you are weak, I am strong.
You think that me wanting to draw your name is stupidity on my part but I think it’s the perfect combination. I have to prove I deserve to be the Ultimate Champion above anyone and everybody. That includes you. So showing no fear over what name I draw and having the confidence to get the job done no matter what name I draw? I’m showing why I deserve this over anyone and everybody else. I don’t fear you Jack. Where you just hit anything and everything and go for causing as much pain all over. I know how to hone in and spot the real weaknesses on the body. The intelligence and the technique to go for the weakest limbs. Maybe your knee. With you long time legends and such it’s always the same thing. Either a nagging back, or one of those knees just isn’t up to par. So yeah. I hope I draw your name. It’d be match of the night for damn sure. You’re Welcome for that in advance.
