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Post by Wade Mason on Feb 25, 2010 4:52:01 GMT -5
[Single Match] Scott Myers Vs. Jake Norton
Limit: 2 Each Maximum First Deadline: Sunday February 28th at 11:59pm EST Final Deadline: Monday March 1st at 11:59pm EST
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Post by magnum on Feb 28, 2010 19:36:25 GMT -5
Planet Telex: Goliath
They say the worst feeling in life is feeling as if you are alone. I can personally tell you, the worst feeling in life is being surrounded by people who make you feel as if you are alone. My name is Jake Norton, and I welcome you into the depths of my personal aspect on how I have come to function, love, and believe.
Depression: it is perhaps the greatest life for a person to experience. You are probably sympathizing how awful it must sound just to hear that last line, or you simply just do not understand how Jake Norton would publicly announce in the wrestling business he is depressed. Well, one of the commonly spoken suggestions on how a depression comes about is by something life threatening, overwhelming sadness by a beloved one’s death; the list continuously goes on and on. I however know why I am depressed. I feel surrounded by millions of people who make me feel alone, and then they angrily react upon hearing me say that with, quote on quote, ‘What the hell have I done to you.’ as I do unto them what they have done unto me.
It’s quite simple what you all have done to me (not only just me, but millions of others), you are all thieves. This brings me back to a famous quote I remember hearing Teresa Quaranta telling me, “I must have read a thousand faces, I must have robbed them of their cause.” And she fucking did. Oh yes, she most definitely did. You see, Teresa robbed me of my cause back in the Absolute Pro’s World Championship run.
She kicked me in the fucking skull. I lost all my memories, all sense of happiness, and suddenly, everything seemed to be in the wrong place.
To summarize what happened after that, Orson Saint and Southwell ditched due the rum missing, Absolute closed, and all of the failures in Absolute Pro joined True Glory. Several Weeks later, I followed.
Now she is gone from True Glory and I have had to stay strapped to this fucking monkey, because she had control over her contract. I never did. Because I wasn’t a money making wrestler in the eyes of Jules Southwell, Orson Saint, or Wade Mason. No- oh Fucking no. And because of this, it meant that my contract deal with Mason is controlled by Mason, and I have to work under Mason’s jurisdiction. I don’t like being controlled by anyone, or anything. I am Jake Norton. I come and go as I please, but even though I wish I could do just that. I can’t.
Because they robbed me of my cause. I lost all my dignity, all sense of serenity, and apparently, I am a fucking failure in not just the business- but life itself. How lovely is that piece of knowledge..(Transmission: Brief Poetic Period) A man returned from a walk late one night, To an empty, devoid of life home. Not a thing had been touched, or tampered with. No, nothing had changed since he left.
He walked to reflect on the past, And his loved ones whom left him behind. He longed to return to their favour, But nothing had changed since he left.
He saw from their angle perfectly. He was a worthless shell of a man. He departed to work on improving, But nothing had changed since he left.
Through inspection he saw it wouldn’t happen. He couldn’t fake his way through all this pain. He exited the room for supplies, And nothing had changed since he left.
Return to the room heavy hearted, Rope above and stepladder below. He hung with a tear rolling downward, And nothing has changed since he left. So now, my anger and hatred towards society and humanity have gotten the best of me. It has taken over my mind completely to the point where I just do not care anymore: what happens to my job, my life, or anything around me. You must accept that once your sense of reasoning has been destroyed, your thoughts have been toyed around with, and your words have been twisted against you; there is not any care in the world. You do not give a flying fuck anymore what people say you can or cannot do. I can personally tell you, I do the exact opposite from what they say, and the reasons they say don’t do it is because they are afraid of what you can do.
Jack Darling tells me not to fuck with him, so I will do it. And I will kill him. But he says he killed Scott Free? Guess what Darling, he was white and fell off a cage. That’s really nothing compared to my killing of a black negro on television with a magnum, and challenging the rioting faggots from the TGW audience to try and stand against me.
What about French Montana you say? Oh boy, oh boy. I really do love that guy. He won the World Heavyweight Championship against Jack Goddard last Wednesday, right? Yeah, I remember him. You know, there is something that really pisses me off about those two guys. I did pay attention to both of their little promo’s against one another, and all it turned out to be was Jack jerking off his dictionary and Montana talking about having no competition.
Uhm. Ok.
So Jack loses the match and leaves True Glory like that other spicy KFC bitch, David Blazenwing (when Teresa robbed him of his dream too), and now Montana still complains about having no competition? First off, why in the fuck are these two guys even headlining a main event match?! They have only been here for three months and they haven’t put as much effort into building this company like I have. Oh, but wait, the marks out there want to build new people up as fast as possible. Isn’t that what the wrestling marks always want? They complain about old timers holding new guys down, and keeping all the fame to themselves. But I have never had fame!! I never have even held a fucking title!! Where the fuck is my chance you fucking morons?!
Wade Mason, are you retarded for putting two new bitches in the main event just because of looks? I THINK SO!
It should NOT have been two new guys in this company headlining Corrupted Dreams, but ME. ME, that guy who has been working this scene for god knows how long. ME, that guy who gets millions of death threats, media publicity as if I was Marilyn fucking Manson, and who lost his memories because of what he does for a living! ME, THE MOST HATED MAN IN THE WORLD TODAY.
You know what, FUCK YOU.
Seriously. I really fucking hate you Wade. Not just you, but fuck you too Orson.
This past year has taught me one fucking thing about this industry, and that is no matter what I can do..
I am alone.
And there is nothing I can do about this.
Except one thought keeps my spirit alive..
I am Jake Norton, and I will continue to ruin your lives. Like you ruined mine.(Transmission: Brief Poetic Period) Piss awful poetry Please skip the next verse I need some more liberty As all anyone ever wants is some god awful catchy melody..
My fellow readers who devote their time Posting themselves at the scene of the crime Tape flows along my body outline As the producer finishes the murder she wrote..
So this is how I went wrong. Click-Clack, Imagine that. Everything and everyone wanted me gone. Quickly pack and don’t come back.
‘Cause today they told me they needed to cut me out.
Contradictions. Analyze. Manipulation. Hold your breaths. Sixty-seven hours 'til death.. Bet you feel special at the eeeeeend?
It's what happeeend. It's what happeeend.
You're offended, pretended. never paid close attention You're offended, imagination. We ended.
I try to get you to sing along - but this shit is going wrong. All wrong. So fuckin' wrong.
I'm spamming your mind with an awful 'Shakespeare' rhyme. The king is wasting our time! nO mOre wArnings nO mOre wArnings No more shit.
we have a lot of circling and pretty patterns. Loads of epiphany and cute lanterns. Won't you come and join us?
this is all wrong. sooo wrong. It's all I know.. it's so beautiful..
All I have ever known, Beautiful..
Tumbling majestic flowers and, falling shells from the clouds above and, the seashore doesn't know how to love and, so what- so what- so what?
the feeling is gone everything has been wrong. the feeling is gone everything has been wrong. You've never done any harm, no sudden noises, broken branches, or buzzing alarms. But they wanted you gone, because you're feeling isn't normal. [/right] Scott Myers… I just laughed. I said your name and for some obscure reason I felt the need to laugh. I don’t even know you, but laughing was the first thing my brain ordered my body to react with towards the thought of your name: laughter. Now, that can only mean one thing. I am going to love you. You can take the opportunity to capitalize that last sentence in your countering promo anyway you desire. But everyone who knows me knows exactly what I mean by Norton’s way of love.
Scotty, you believe you are a playboy. Someone with charms who can pull in any bitch he wants. I hear you use your charms to have bitches fall for you, is that your tactic? I used to work that way, before I learned to grab that bitch by the throat, rip the bitches clothes off, nail the bitch against the wall, and jam my cock up the bitches ass. Of course, I would never do that to a woman. I personally have respect for women. I, however, do not have respect for ignorant cows like you. And right now, I think treating you like a bitch would be very satisfying.
That thought disgusts you, doesn’t it? Norton is publicly going on record saying he would rape a fellow co-worker because he is facing him in the ring? Yeah, you see Alli Talor, now that the curtain has dropped and I can see you; I am going to ruin you like you are ruining me. And this Scotty fellow right here hasn’t done anything to me sadly, except he is assisting you. You are paying his Val Venis gimmick infringement ass to waste my time on climbing to the top, and I will not put up with this. Just like how Magnum and Livewire got fucked, Scotty, you will get fucked just as well.
And I shot one of them, and brought in the Klan for the other. God knows what I’ll do to you.
And Mason, you aren’t helping me at all. Even though I have been risking my entire life to get you this fucking company back. You aren’t giving me my match with Montana. Well, guess what buddy, if I don’t get my contendership announced this week, I heard Abso is curtain calling.
And Teresa needs her cause robbed just as well.
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