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Post by Wade Mason on Jun 20, 2010 15:45:30 GMT -5
[Single Match] King Hunter Vs. Chris MAddox
Limit: 2 Each Maximum First Deadline: Sunday June 27th at 11:59pm EST Final Deadline: Monday June 28th at 11:59pm EST Kirsten Shelley: It's two of the new comers in TGW facing off to make an impact. Who will come out on top?
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Post by wrong on Jun 23, 2010 15:12:19 GMT -5
"I'm waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime. Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time. 'Cause at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows pole, the sands of time for me are running low."
"Mother Fuckers!" screamed the soul of King Hunter.
"When the priest comes to read me the last rites, take a look through the bars at the last sight of a world that has gone very wrong for me. Can it be that there's some sort of error. Hard to stop the surmounting terror. Is it really the end, not some crazy dream. Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming and It's not easy to stop from screaming. The words escape me when I try to speak. Tears--they flow but why am I crying, after all I'm not afraid of dying. Don't I believe that there never is an end."
"MOTHER FUCKERS!" King Hunter cried as the rain fell from the heavens above on his soul.
"As the guards march me out to the courtyard somebody cries from a cell "God be with you". If there's a God then why has he let me die? As I walk all my life drifts before me though the end is near I'm not sorry. Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away. The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait soft winds whisper the bidding of trees as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart and the Mid-nightmare trampling of dreams. But on, no tears please; for the fear and pain may accompany death, but it is desire that shepherds it's certainty as WE shall see..."
King Hunter drank the water from the river he's been wasting the past year in front of.
"She was divinity's creature, that kissed in cold mirrors, A Queen of Snow far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry that sought her everywhere. Dark liquored eyes, A True Glory nightmare... She shone on watercolors of my pond-life as pearl. Until those who couldn't have her cut free of this trees that breathe fear and despair. "
King Hunter begins to strip himself of his clothes.
"That fateful Eve when...the trees stank of sunset and camphor, their lanterns chased phantoms and threw an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast on my love picking rue by the light of the moon.."
King Hunter revealed a 9 inch cock that screamed 'God's own'.
"Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way, they crept through woods mesmerized. By the taffeta Ley of Her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed save a mist on the rise (A deadly blessing to hide).. raping the dawn which discovered her there; beneath the Cedar's stare. Silk dress torn, her raven hair flown to gown. Her beauty bared was starred with frost, I knew Her lost as I wept 'til tears crept back to prayer"
King Hunter slowly walked his way down into the river.
"She'd sworn Me vows in fragrant blood: "Never to part, lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts". Then this I screamed: "Come back to Me, I was born in love with thee, So why should fate stand in-between?""
King Hunter begins to cry to himself quietly.
"And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the Church bell tower key..."
King Hunter then was surprised by the massive group of 67 whores who appeared near him, each successfully blowing him until he came. Ah, what a glorious day. However, King Hunter still had a contest to worry about---
"Some pussies obviously don't know what it takes to be a true warrior; especially those who are ignorant to the world around them. The only person I can exclude from the ‘bitch list’ is a fellow fan favorite that goes by the name of Russell Franchise.
Franchise, I respect you. But you’re not no fucking hero.
Yes, you may have stolen the show, but you also ripped off Adam's spotlight last week at Animosity, making him look like an overrated male pop-star (when, in all due respect, it’s ass backwards). Some pussies here are obviously just too blind to see the truth by banning his name. You see Franchise, you may call yourself a hero, but you are not a true hero (at least, not yet in my book. I do realize we have a bunch of dick-thirsty chicks out there who probably want to shag you, but if I was to step away from sexuality? No, you’re just a bitch).
But Franchise is nothing compared to The Elect; especially that illogical bitch of a communist: Chris Maddox. Yeah, Maddox, after hearing that bashing comment you made about me last week, you’ve really managed to amuse me. A dumbfounded deep-throating professional like you doesn't even have a clue about the wrestling world; what makes you even think you know how to criticize someone’s shoots when you’re busy blogging about how politically incorrect your bitchface is. And to make matters even worse, you abuse your pretty little fuck buddy, Ron Jeremy, by having him ruin his rep by back up all of your nonsensical bitch talk. There isn’t anyone here who gives two fucks what you have to ‘express’.
It's simple, Maddox: You're just using your partner for back up for when it comes time for me to face you, and then kill you. Which makes you another fucking coward (like this bitch really needs more of them; refer to the incest Sirens ‘Brady bunch’ cunts to fully interpret)! You don't have what it takes to be here, so you should just take your pretty boyfriend and haul your little candy ass back to China where you belong.
Compared to the Sirens, there is someone who is way off the charts. Someone who is trying to get rid of me by some hocus pocus magic act (which cost me my match last week against Chemical X and Steven Ronalds). You know you who I’m talking about. That dead bunny lookalike who goes by the name of Sean Maddox (what the fuck does that even mean? Must’ve sound good in his head) I had a feeling an Edward Cullen bitch like you was behind this mess, because you can't get a single fucking win in this company. So what do you do in order to get an actual WINNERS attention? You decide to pull off some pathetic ‘mind game’ tactic (which even makes Dumbledore look less gayer than you, pussy-bitch) by pulling off a pathetic Harry Potter wizard act.
You ain’t no Jesus bitch, he’s dead. If needed, I’ll crucify your ass also.
I will be taking back what's rightfully mine now by rippin’ off those chin balls of yours and shoving them down your throat. You're nothing but a plague, Maddox; A plague that just wipes out half of the entire human race by your faggot aids, but in the end your little 'magical virus' will meet its match. What goes around comes around, Maddox; remember that.
Now let’s start chatting up this bitch about this week’s returning Animosity. It’s going to be very.. uhm .. ‘interesting’ for us Hunter fans out there(I just noticed I said his name several times, and not one fucking consequence has happened. Suck it, Mason) especially because Mason put me up against Chris Maddox. Chris, you amuse me as-well with your faggot thoughts.
It’s incredible how you seemingly ripped off Wade's balls and then sewed them back on to your own fucking body. How does it feel imitating a mass murder? Let's get something straight, Chris, you are no King Hunter, you are just my shadow. A thoughtless bitch who must’ve spent hours recycling his material just to try and feel some relevance up in this bitch.
(But hey, let me stop right here to notify you on something, before you bother wasting another twenty minutes of air-time/companies money. You’re probably going to say I’m an imitation. Well, it’s understandable to say the least.. until you realize Wade wants me to follow his steps. He welcomed me in, what about you? Is that why you ‘miss him’ because he realized you weren’t a real wrestler? You couldn’t stand next to him for the past nine months, let alone for those ‘two weeks’ in Japan Wrestling Federation. I suggest you just spend another nine months away after your ass-whopping next week so that when the ‘time comes’, you can tell me how you feel about me dropping an atomic on your ass. I’m a fucking gothic porn star bitch, and I just blew up in your face. But I digress on back to your unoriginality.)
A replica like you is nothing compared to the real thing. All that shit talk you have said about me really shows you're a stalker; A stalker who’s desperately trying to one-up his former companion. You followed me secretly through several companies just so I could leak information to you. Once he did that, you used it for your own selfish needs. I bet you started feeling big and bad and I bet you started feeling big and bad and thought, “oh, let me go TMZ on his ass and hook off his nuts as if I was a Tiger Wood’s mistress”.
You are a Tiger Wood’s mistress in some sense, because when he gets back again, he’s going to make a national statement by pounding your vocal box inside out with his dick. Only then will you feel ‘loved’, faggot. You see, Chris, Sean will always be better than you. He's always been one step ahead of you, and his balls will ALWAYS be bigger than yours (fucker swags double dick). You just betrayed your companion Chris, great job. You just ruined the New World Bush's reputation by invading his personal space; his original personality.
You have been and always been a clone of Sean who can't even come up with his own originality. Hell, you probably don't even know what originality is. Also, the fact you stepped into this company when Sean left just to insult and rip him off; makes you lower than Rob Osbourne’s bitch-ass (which again, has astonished me).
Congratulations, Chris, you've reached a whole new level of nameless bitch. You'll be receiving your medal once I buzzsaw kick your ass back into Alabama's alley shadows, where your ass belongs.
This is what a true warrior is all about; we spill blood, guts, and gory in front of millions for free. And guess what bitch, your head’s coming home with me.
Sincerely, The God of the Underworld known as Porn[/size]
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Post by ayrexero on Jun 26, 2010 4:55:34 GMT -5
Who is this motherfucker?
No, seriously, who does this guy think he is putting my name in his mouth? Spewing shit like he knows who ‘The King’ Chris Maddox is. Bitch, you don’t have a clue who I am. First off, how the hell am I communist? I’ll give you props on trying to rile something up, but come on a communist? Who are you trying to be, Joseph McCarthy? Are you trying to be a patriot and make me look like I’m an evil ‘commie? Seriously, where do you come up with this garbage? Man, I’ve seen more reliable investigative work from TMZ and The National Enquirer. You’re reminding me of those clowns who try to discredit Barack Obama by coming up with lies like he was born in Kenya or that he’s a Muslim; while I don’t see eye to eye with him, the least people could do is come up with real reasons to hate him, not fabricated ones. Better yet, your so called ‘promo’ has more lies than that fat, useless white girl had on Kobe Bryant and how he supposedly ‘raped’ her. Come on man, if you really want go somewhere in this fucking company, how about you get a few facts straight.
Honestly, up until the point when you opened your bitch-ass mouth, I didn’t have anything against you. To me, you were just another stepping stone on my path to the TGW Championship, I already had my game plan for Animosity planned out: ‘Can’t Tell Me Nothing’ hits on the speakers, I make my way out the ring, then whatever the hell your them song is comes on the speakers and you make your way out to the ring. I hit you with a powerbomb here, and a spinning heel kick there, a Frog Splash here and a Shooting Star Legdrop there; and then, when I had you right where I wanted, I’d hit you with the Maddox Effect, for the pinfall and then we’d go our separate ways, me to higher-heights, and you into a downward spiral. But now that you basically started running your mouth about me when you don’t know shit about me, and connecting me to people that ive never heard of before, you pissed me off, and now I’m going to kick your teeth down your throat and right out of your ass.
There is one thing I want you to help me out with Hunter, who the hell is Sean Maddox, and why do you keep comparing me to him saying that I supposedly ‘ripped’ off that loser. If anything, that nobody should be paying me to use my last name and for the confidence and marketability boost he would receive by people mistaking him for me. But the confusion would be in text only; because there is no way that a talentless hack like him could have the charisma, or good looks that I have. Honestly, Hunter, I wish I knew what you were talking about in your promo, because I seriously don’t know who you’re mistaking me for. I do wish I had some of whatever the hell you’re smoking, because that must be some strong shit.
Apparently, you must be homosexual, or have a fetish for male gentiles, because I have no clue where you got the idea that I “seemingly ripped off Wade's balls and then sewed them back on to my own fucking body.” Again, Hunter, please enlighten me and the other people who were suckered into watching that awful promo, just where exactly you get the idea that I ripped off Wade Mason’s testicles and attached them as my own? Seriously, you need help, if you’re gay and you love a man, that’s your own business, but don’t drag my name into that garbage. And before all of this, you brag about having a nine inch penis; so now we’re resulting to measuring penises? Really Hunter? Is that what your saving grace is; a large penis? I thought we were both adults here, but apparently I was wrong about that. But even if you do have a large ‘member’, I can’t think of a woman, in her right mind, that would touch you with a twenty foot pole.
You wanna hate me then hate me; what can I do
So you want to hate me, huh? Well, I can’t blame you, in fact I know of a number of reasons why you should hate me, namely: I am better than you, in every aspect, today, in the past, and I will always be better than you. Your career will never be anywhere as good as mine is, in fact, I’ve accomplished more in a wrestling ring in the past year than you will in your entire career. Keep in mind that no wrestling promotion has been graced by the presence of ‘The King’ Chris Maddox since Spring 2008. But honestly, let me back up a step, I do know that you have been a part of the United States Army and fighting in the Middle East, and for that, I’ll give you a bye. Despite this fact, I guarantee, there is not a thing that you could have learned in your time there that will save you from getting your ass handed to you by me. You will never have the good looks, the marketability nor the charisma that I possess. You don’t have, and will never have the amount of skill I have in the ring. In fact, you couldn’t beat me if I was unconscious, with two broken legs, a fractured spine and taped to the middle of the ring.
I could continue to verbally abuse you, but there’s really no reason at this point, because I’ll be shocked if you actually show up to Animosity on Tuesday night. If I were you I’d forfeit this match and have the chance to see another day, to have the chance to wrestle again, hell just to have the chance to use all of your extremities. You’re a joke, Hunter, a fake and a phony, and the fabricated stories your trying to shill prove just that. Unlike you, though, I’m real, and I speak nothing but knowledge and truth. And the truth is that you stand no chance when you face me one-on-one at Animosity. The truth is that I’m going to murder you in that ring and do things to you that will leave you crying for the referee to end the match. The fact is that I will destroy you and your worthless career. The reality of all this is that I am The King, and you’re just the scum on the bottom of my shoe.
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I looked down at my phone, and the time was still three o'clock. It seemed like the more that I wanted to leave, the slower time went. As much as I didn't want to be here, Jennyfer loved seeing her mom dad and her little brothers and sisters. They loved her, but they hated me. Maybe hate is a little too strong, but, what how else can I describe it whenever Jennyfer and I come over here, they slam the door in my face.
It's been two and a half years that we've been married, sooner or later they are going to have to realize the fact that their beloved daughter and sister is now my wife. I guess I can understand why they don't like me, being that she is their oldest child, according to their culture, she was never really supposed to stray from home two far. I bet they would have loved me had I moved in right next door to them. But how could I move from the city of Houston to Apple Springs. Even though they have over one hundred acres, there's not a fucking major city for ever. They'd probably love to see me working these fields and to have her in the kitchen slaving over the stove. But what they forget is that this is 2010 and not 1957 and times have changed.
'Hey dude, are you even paying attention?'
It was Jennyfer's little brother Emmanuel, but everyone called him Manny. The kid was about fourteen, and he was probably the only one who didn't hate me, which is why anytime that Jennyfer dragged me here, I tried to make sure that he would be here so I could have one person in my corner. He wasn't a very big kid, if you stuck him in a crowd of average fourteen and fifteen year olds, he would be almost a whole head shorted then everyone else, and a lot skinner.
I don't know why he didn't hate me, but I had a feeling that I was because his brothers and sisters usually left him out of everything that they would do, his brothers wouldn't let him play football, soccer, baseball or another sport they would play, and the girls never really wanted him around them either. I think his parents noticed this, which is why I think they bought him just about every game for the Sony Playstation 3. Though I liked hanging around with the kid, I hated playing any game with him, because he was so good, he practically sucked all the fun out of the games because he would beat me with relative ease.
'Sorry about that kid, I just zoned out. I'll be back in a second, let me go and get something to drink.'
I get up from the couch and walk into the kitchen where Jennyfer and her mother were talking. Jennyfer's mom was about forty years old, but I must say, she didn't look like it. Although she had been a housewife for most of her life, she still found time to take care of herself. She still took care of her hair nails and her body was still in shape, and if this is how Jennyfer is going to look like when she turns forty, I don't think that I'll be afraid of how she turns out. I walk over to the fridge grab a bottle of water and shut the door afterwards. When I look up, I see Jennyfer's mother speaking in Spanish and making motions towards me. While her mother has a upset frown on her face, Jennyfer looks like she is about to laugh.
'What is she saying?' I ask
'She says like you walk around here like you own the place.' Jennyfer replies to me
'Tell her that we've been married for two plus years, and by now I should be considered family. And family shouldn't have to ask to open the fridge and get a bottle of water.'
Jennyfer turns back to her mother and begins to speak in Spanish, while I look at the two confused.
'What is she saying now?'
'She asking me why we haven't started a family yet?'
'Tell her that I have my wrestling career to worry about, and on top of that we're too young. I'm twenty four and your twenty two. And besides, I want to be around to raise our kids, I don't want to be one of those fathers who never see their kids. And I don't want to have you and our children on the road with me all the time. I don't think that that would be good for them.'
I guess it was just in their blood to have children and get married at a young age, Jennyfer's mom got married when she was seventeen, then her grandmother when she was fifteen, and her great grandmother was married when she was sixteen. And all of them had at least three children by the age of twenty. I don't want to end up like that; I want to enjoy the life of being a young married couple for a while before we get children.
'She says that work can wait, that we should have children now, so that when we get old they can take care of us. And besides that, she says she wants some grandchildren.'
'She'll have them soon enough, I'm not going to wrestle forever. Unless you want to have kids now?'
'Well, I sort of do, but I still want to do stuff without having to worry about a child right now, I've barely lived life yet.'
'Yeah, see, that's my point.'
After I reply her, she turns back towards her mother and begins talking in Spanish again. I know that she can understand English, because I don't think that you can like in a country for over fifteen years and not understand the national language. Whether you want to or not, you'll eventually learn. I finally open my water and begin to drink. Just as I do this, Jennyfer's dad and her brother, who is two years younger than her, enter the kitchen soaked in sweat. The two glance at me and then walk over to the fridge and each grab a bottle of water. Her dad starts to talk to his wife and children and all of them begin to laugh. He then turns to me and begins to talk.
'So Christopher, why don't you have a real job?'
'Papi! Let's not go through this again'
'I do, I'm a professional wrestler, I thought you knew that?'
'Wrestling? That's not a real job, I mean a real man’s job, like working the field, building a house, or something that you can break a sweat in.'
Unlike his wife, he actually can speak English, even though he has a heavy accent. He's about two inches shorter than me, but he is a little bigger. I try not to get offended by him denouncing my job, but he thinks if I'm not lugging around bales of hay all day, or milking a cow, or some other form of hard labor, then I'm not working. When I'm out there kicking the ass of those so called wrestlers in TGW, that's more fun and more beneficial than hard labor, and on top of that, I'll probably make more money this year then he'll make in the next five years.
'Actually, it is a real job, and it pays better than me working in the fields would. On top of that, your daughter isn't forced to work, because my salary easily pays for everything we need, a two story house in Houston, an Infiniti QX and a BMW M6, and I bought them all with cash. Don't think just because I don't come home sweaty from head to toe that's I'm not a real man. As long as I can provide for my family, that's more than enough.'
He now looks at me with a sort of upset and angry look as do his wife and Jennyfer's brother.
'Jennyfer, we have to leave now so we can make it back to Houston to catch the flight to San Diego.'
'Okay,' she starts in a upset tone 'just let me say goodbye and I'll be out in a sec.'
Jennyfer looks at them as I turn around and exit the kitchen feeling the her parents and brother glaring at me because of my rudeness.
'He wasn't trying to be mean Papi, he just doesn't like that you don't respect his career choice.' I hear Jennyfer tell her dad as I enter the living room. Jennyfer's littler brother who I was playing PS3 with earlier is gone and now the TV is off. I grab our bags that were in the living room and head outside to my Infiniti. I then open the door, throw the bags in the back and start the car up.
I look at my phone and now its about three thirty, my flight leaves at eleven tonight so we still have plenty of time to get back to Houston and chill for a while before I have to take off for San Diego so we can get things straightened out before Animosity a few days from now. I then unlock it and see that my friend, Jerome, sent me a message, I guess that he forgot that I was going to be up here today. I hit he ‘Read’ button, but before I can actually read it, Jennyfer walks out of the door with her family behind her. When she gets in she looks somewhat mad at me.
'Don't tell me that you're mad at me, too.'
'No, I'm not. I know that you and they don't exactly get along, but the least you could is try.'
'I do try, it's not my fault they hate me.'
I'm not just saying shit, I really do try to get along with them, I guess they just don't want to come to terms with me marrying her. Maybe the fact that she didn't marry another Puerto Rican and instead married a black guy has something to do with that. I still remember our wedding day, the entire time that we were at the altar, I could feel the heat from her dad’s eyes as he was staring me down, but I think that things are getting better between us, although at a very slow pace.
Back then, they didn't even want to be in the same room as me, but now I think they don't mind as much. I slide the gearshift into drive and head down the dirt road that leads to highway, leaving her family waving goodbye. She waves out the window, but I keep my eyes on the road. I hate having to drive up here, it’s about four hours away from Houston and plus most of the way here is back country, but, it does give me and Jennyfer time to spent together.
'They don't hate you Chris, it's just that when I married you, I sorta strayed from the culture; but, things are getting better between you and them.'
'Yeah, they are at least we can almost have a conversation now, but your mom doesn't want to speak English to me.'
'She can speak English, but I guess she doesn't want to have something that would give you a connection with her, maybe eventually she'll speak directly to you and not use me, or my dad as an interpreter.'
'Yeah, hopefully.' I reply to her as I begin to drive down the dirt and gravel driveway.
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Post by wrong on Jun 26, 2010 9:12:49 GMT -5
"When contrary winds blow across the sands their murmurs can be easily swayed. But when storms quicken one cannot placate the howling of their murderous rages! Winged seraphim hold love's trembling hand, beside our waiting graves as the truest of all glorious war roars about our precious land.. Seeking wrestling to subjugate!!!"
King Hunter rises from the lake after previously banging his 67 whores. As he rises with his 9 inch cock still strangely hard, the pornography director shouts "cut" to Hunter's pleasure.
"Today I walked the streets searching for myself. Yet all I found was shards of contempt and a few pieces of near nothing. I wonder if I am falling deeper into my self pity or if I really am a lost cause. I search everyday for a way to wake myself up to see the real, to find a new. Instead I end up back where I started or worse. Falling further down the rabbit hole. At a young age I took the plunge and have tried many times to climb the ladder back but always lose my grip near the top and slide right back down again. So I ask myself where does this lead ? Of course to no avail, I come up with the same answer!.. FOR EVERY TIME I take actions to release my feelings to cleanse myself of my anger. I work out, I drink, I have random acts of kindness, I have random acts of sex.... That itch is getting to me. I really need something more. Maybe a life long dream coming true could change my life completely. Maybe it could make the voices go away. Make the visions stop. Make the dreams end.
I never tried to force a vision. I've never tried. Maybe forcing them from time to time could give me more answers...
BUT I'm back in the forest. Same as before. The wind is blowing the trees, making whistling sounds. Wait. It is almost as if they really are talking. Whoa. I cannot believe this. They are chanting names, speaking whole sentences and words. Are they actually talking to me? The fans are chanting the name King, King Hunter, over and over again. I keep walking pushing through bushes and walking over fallen trees. I think the trees mean something else. Maybe the represent a person or people. Possibly from my past, maybe my future. I get to that door again. The families are so happy. I wish I could be happy more often. I wish I had something to really live for Not just this guilt I have that if I die there is a possibility something actually cares for me that might be hurt. I need to get inside to find more questions. I must discover the secret of this life.
I am stepping back from the door, looking around for something to help me open the door. I see... a chair... a steel chair? What the hell is a steel chair doing out here? I see brass knuckles and a head of a manically surplussing.. yea... What about a key? I go back to the door to realize there is no key hole to the door. So I try smacking the door with the chair. Nothing happens. The people inside do not even seem to notice I am hear smacking a door with a chair. I pick up the brass knuckles and put them on. I take a few punches at the door. Nothing happens. All I seem to do is bounce off the door. I look down at the manically head. If the chair and the brass knuckles didn't do anything a plastic head wont do much either. There is no fanaticism as virile as faith to the blind his words are clear; suffer not the infidel! Suffer not the infidel! Assure your place in paradise here for the winged seraphim's hold love's trembling hand beside our waiting graves. I will avenge her, do or damned. For the beauty of her, as sacred mother did the same, built my soul into the man that I am, consistently walking alone."
King Hunter strolls his way through the stage, he comes across his boyfriend, Sean Maddox. Sean looks like he wasn't fond of Hunter's latest scene, but Hunter still approaches him with a huge. The moment got really gay. So gay, this moment could be filmed as a scene in the upcoming "ground & pound a Maddox" (but this is still in the stages, of course.)
"And when I'm walking a dark road at night or strolling through the park when the light begins to change, I sometimes feel a little strange a little anxious when it's dark. Have you run your fingers down the wall, and have you felt your neck skin crawl, when you're searching for the light? Sometimes when you're scared to take a look at the corner of the room, you've sensed that something's watching you."
Hunter grabs Sean's hand and leads him towards his private trailer.
"Have you ever been alone at night and thought you heard footsteps behind, but turned around and no-one's there? And as you quicken up your pace, you find it hard to look again, because you're sure there's someone there. Maybe your mind is playing tricks, you sense, and suddenly eyes fix on dancing shadows from behind."
King Hunter opens the door to his trailer, allows Sean to go in first, and closes the door behind them.
"I went to see her dance one day in play by a wailing wall. Now she is gone, but the song lives on in zealous and maniacal as the Eastern sword must fall. True Glory, how much can you take and still stand tall? This glorious empire is now officially mine. And my cock will guide us to the holy divine."
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In society we all make mistakes. The point of mistakes is learning from them. Some people say " I wish I could go back in time to right that wrong". The problem there lies that if you change something in the past the current or future is altered drastically. Is it possible that somewhere in out future we were able to in fact travel back in time and change a mistake. Maybe that is when Deja Vu occurs.
True Glory Wrestling has burned to the fucking ground along with that pathetic cock sucker they call Chris Maddox'. I have seen better assholes than that piece of shit that had just turned into ashes. For one thing I am not a fucking pessimist, unlike certain people. Let's not forget that about that fucking snake whistler of a cock sucking maniac, Russell Franchise. That whiny little sex whore can go blow up his dildo for all I care, so we won't see anymore sex videos of him and that flashlight 34 dollars per second of groupies, The Sirens. I could care less if Starr had the gimmick of blowing the most dick. It's obvious that she just fucked that pessimist of a founder just so she can get her hands on that worthless piece of shit made of unholy shit! Ken, you can keep that fake piece of shit because in True Glory, this is where all the real gold is.
Maybe once that black smart man, Russell Franchise, gets his head out of his ass, he'll be smart enough to quit that crusade on figuring out who fucking busted him for drugs. He'll probably quit after beating the living shit out of the weirdest legend in TGW's mythical biography, AJ Adams. Chris probably already left which doesn't surprise me. That egotistic idiot probably had better things to do than waste his precious time at a burning sex house. For once, Maddox was right all along-- same with Sean. They both actually did the right thing in the first place by sucking my cock into oblivion, but you know what they say: Whoever blows the hardest wants it the most.
Now that my rep is out of this world, it's time for a new, refreshing beginning. Speaking of that, Sean stole the show last week. It was a very drastic moment, yet it was drastically priceless. Congratulations, Chris, you drastically reached a whole new bloody level. Once again, Sean did something right by drawing blood from the likes of my cock. In my eyes, you're just drastically posing yourself off as a fake sean Maddox, but I digress. Not only DID MY BOYFRIEND steal show, but Chris pretty much rocked the show last week too. Looks like there's major competition here in tgw under the cock sucking wing.
How should I summarize my feelings? Hm. You got to be fucking kidding me?! Sean was screwed over last week? He was dominating the four-way cocksucking match until that cockdagger of an idiot, Chris Maddox, ruined the match by talking so fucking idiotically about how I have misused my facts and shit. Please, Chris, from the moment I got in TGW all you have ever wanted to do was suck my cock. Oh, and let's not forget that because of ‘Chris’s drastic bleeding problems with his ass, I now have to cut another promo due to my contract stating I need to represent myself if any obligations are made towards my homosexuality. FUCK YOU CHRIS MADDOX for making me work 20x harder than I had to this week. I'm going to fuck you into thumbs down hell, you cock sucking bitch.
Yeah.. Congratulations on reaching a whole new level of being a cock sucker, Chris. You just literally killed True Glory Wrestling (from what it looks like) AGAIN! Because of your stupid fucking shenanigans, I am going to sue management for pulling that stupid fucking joke of a promo and allowing you to broadcast that shit. So what if I am gay? Do you still expect to win a match against me when my goal here is to verbally and psychically anal fuck you into curtain jerking oblivion? I think not, my dear enemy for this upcoming animosity. Oh, don’t like my reality reference? Go fuck my boyfriend until the bastard breaks down in a hospital bed from taking drastic dick then; faggots! Oh, and if you think just because I am going to sue the company that my dick is no longer hard? Check this out, you twit, I still have a boner and it's raging against the machine tonight, bitch!!!
IN OTHER WORDS, I'M GOING TO BUTT FUCK YOU!
If Mr. Mason had an ounce of brain power, he would have taken you down and fired your wannabe black ass on the spot. Not just you but your dip-shit agency as well. Let's not forget that crippled cockflute, Russell Franchise. You heard me, you puppy dog bitch, I'm talking about you. Oh, you don't like being called a puppy dog bitch? Well too bad, asshat. You’re clearly a little puppy dog bitch with all that insecure yap going on in the backstage area. Why don’t you just tell the world how much of a whiny bitch you truthfully are instead of playing politics like the little nut sweat you are?
By the way, I’d like to address that I am now stepping up and taking over for Sean Maddox. I am granting his request by obtaining world domination-- George W. Bush style; motherfuckers. You can thank me later, Mr. Mason.
But enough of this fucking madness; I have to focus on this match. Even though I want to rip out these bitches spinal cords drastically, I’ll just have to wait before giving them exactly what they fucking deserve. It’s what George W. Bush would want anyway.
This entire match-up is a fucking joke! SERIOUSLY?! HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO TAKE YOU SERIOUS, CHRIS MADDOX? THIS match is nothing but a fucking joke to me. I expected a tougher and well-informed opponent this week, but instead it turns into a fucking popcorn match. Here's a small gimmick I would love to say about Chris Maddox; Sugar and spice... makes everything nice. These are the ingredients chosen to create the perfect little girl, but Professor Utonium added an extra ingredient-- MY DICK! Now isn't that adorable? Isn't that great? Gag me with a spoon! I could care less about this fucker with a lame power-puff girls gimmick for someone who has been out on an actual battlefield. Oh yeah, let's grab an AK, go on a rampage and shoot some motherfuckers. FUCK YOU, MADDOX! You'll never be a fraction as awesome as myself! And you know what they say, once a bitch, always a cock sucking tit.
Same old fucking "I'm gonna go into the ring this week and kick your butt!" stories over and over which even puts politics to sleep. The ring is the fucking battlefield now. Welcome to World War III, Chris Maddox, where you will die like the pathetic maggot you are while processing a huge dick up your insecure butt hole!
Oh, and let's not forget Russell Franchise. Another joke to me after what I have seen over the past months. For one thing you can't stand up and face anyone like a true man would. Last time everyone saw you in this company, you were cowering when AJ Adams came into play. You just tucked your little tail in between your legs like the scared little puppy you are now. Yeah, props to you for breaking the needle on the cowardly scale. You can run, but you can't hide from the King of the Underworld of butt raping pornography.
I will send you, Chris Maddox, and Russell Franchise on the highway to hell where there is no escape. Be prepared for this upcoming Animosity, because someone isn't going to leave the ring in a healthy condition to compete against me again next week!!!
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Post by ayrexero on Jun 28, 2010 15:21:29 GMT -5
Game Over.
Come June 29, Hunter, I will put an end to your so-called wrestling career. I find it hilarious that you believe that you actually have a chance to walk out of Animosity with a win chalked up in the ‘W’ column. I find it hilarious that you thing that you’re in the same league as ‘The King’ Chris Maddox. And I find it straight-knee-slapping funny that you believe that you’re going to be the next TGW Champion. If you become the next champ, Hunter, that’ll be the day that a pig gets into a Boeing 747 and flies from here to Mars on one tank of fuel. Better yet, you have as much chance at becoming the next TGW Champion that Betty White has at going out to New Yankee Stadium and pitching a Perfect Game. If you haven’t caught on, Hunter, let me spell it out for you in plain English, YOU HAVE NO CHANCE AT BEATING ME, LET ALONE THE TGW TITLE.
Hunter, you are a joke, a very creepy and disturbing joke at that. I don’t care about you or your boyfriend who happens to have the same last name as me. I don’t care that you have an infatuation with penises like that Seth kid from Superbad. I don’t care about your past, present, or future. I don’t care about what you’re doing to train for this match or what you plan to do when you ‘win’ this match. You and everything about you is non-existent to me, Hunter, you’re just another worthless, nameless and faceless jobber I have to face on my path to glory. If you want a few pointers on how to take losing to The King, you should ask the legions on nobodies I have destroyed, I’m pretty sure they’re employed at your local Burger King or McDonalds.
It’s mine for the taking.
Honestly, the TGW title is mine already, there’s just a few obstacles blocking me from actually possessing it, like Wade Mason not scheduling the title match yet, and the title still being locked up at the TGW headquarters. But rest assured, Wade, I’m not upset about either one of those obstacles, in fact I’ve been on the phone with a few guys talking about designing a new TGW Championship belt to be worn by yours truly. Because I’ll be damned if I tarnish myself and my legacy by possessing the same title that was held by nobodies like French Montana, AJ Adams, and a few other low-lives that no one can remember. Wade, there’s a reason why the TGW had been struggling before it went on hiatus, and there’s a reason why it had gone on hiatus a few times before, and the reason why is because you did not posses one soul on this roster that had half the charisma, character, intelligence, athleticism, or looks as Chris Maddox. And because of that, the fans didn’t give a shit about who was in the ring, you could have had a triple cage, wrapped in barbed wire, with fire added in just for fun, to settle the ‘bitterest’ of feuds, and all those clowns at home would have flipped the channel to the Westminster Dog Show, because that would have been more entertaining than whoever the hell you would put in that ring.
Who's Next?
So apparently this is the part where I’m supposed to talk-up the rest of the roster and let them know how much better than them I am, but honestly, there’s no point. Seriously, look at who is on the roster right now: we have a e-star in Russell Franchise who believes that he the shit because he talks to all his ‘peeps’ through his webcam, a guy that’s so obsessed with cocks and anal raping that his role models must be Ron Jeremy and Long Dong Silver, a moron who has no clue what he’s doing and is trying to find himself like he’s in a bad 1990’s drama, a ‘former TGW champion’ and so many useless bitches that this place smells like the Seattle fish market. The competition her is so lopsided that I feel like a bull shark with a bunch of goldfish, and man am I getting hungry. [OOC: Sorry that this is so short, I got caught up with other things, and I have to work and wont be back till after the deadline ]
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