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Post by Wade Mason on Oct 20, 2009 4:15:16 GMT -5
[Single Match] Reina Morgan Vs. Q
Limit: Two Each Maximum First Deadline: Saturday October 24th at 11:59pm EST Final Deadline: Sunday October 25th at 11:59pm EST
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Post by reinamorgan on Oct 24, 2009 0:06:00 GMT -5
Friday, October 23, 2009 I Can See Clearly Now… There’s a thin line between pure genius and pure insanity. There’s also one between overconfidence and ignorance. I guess that was illustrated last week when the Blacklist debuted in their first ever match…and as always, we overdelivered.
Just as expected…with a little spice.
You know, after what everyone witnessed last week, I could easily shout out to everyone that I told you so, but I rather not waste much time in gloating. You all know that this team is bar none above the rest in this mediocre group of half asses that make up the TGW roster, but you all are too dumb enough to realize it. The three men that we faced came out and puffed up their chests, checked their balls, and stepped in as overconfident as they could be, but in the end, they were castrated and Blacklisted. However, suffice to what you all may believe, that was just a little appetizer. The main course will come sooner than you think.
Indeed.
So I know…you’re all wondering and yearning to know more about me, but I’ll disclose that at my discretion, not yours. As to what I’ve been up to? I’ve been getting settled in my parents’ summer home in Los Angeles, unbeknownst to them. See, the thing is they don’t know that I’ve arrived back home in the States (that just seriously made me vomit inside my mouth calling this abysmal place “home”). They shouldn’t know until I feel like telling them. I guess you could call it protection for them being that I don’t want him getting it twisted and getting them involved in our little mess. Even if he doesn’t know that I’m back. I rather stay ten steps ahead and know that I can always have a backup plan just in case. You can never go through with something without a plan, ya know. I guess that’s why the American economy has gone to shit, huh? You all like jumping into the ocean without a life jacket or a safety net and think that you know it all, but in the end you just sink down to the bottom with nothing but your sense of dread, guilt and regret to carry along with you. And you all wonder why I’m always so calm?
Los Angeles is very different from what a lot of people are used to. Many people don’t even get the privilege in their lifetime to step foot into this city, but it’s like a country of its own. Nearly a million people are residents here and no one notices the other. You could get raped or have your head chopped off on the sidewalk or in a subway and no one would notice at all. They would go on with their busy, self centered lives and head to their corporate jobs and have their coffee brunch breaks with their wives or husbands. They would probably even go about cheating on their spouses in front of everyone and no one would care. Los Angeles…is the type of city that I can settle and not worry about everyone being in my face. I could sit back and with the crappiest guises ever, look as though I’m a part of the bunch. I could party like a mega rock star and drink my ass off. I can walk through the streets and look like a prissy primadonna (vomit in the mouth again). I can even get a regular paying job and be a proud blue collar American, right? But we all know that I don’t belong.
I’m not like the rest.
We all know where I belong. We all know that I’m better than that. America knows it. Japan knew it all along. My friends and family know it. He knows it. Hell, Wade Mason…you even know that, right?
But like all the rest of America, you’re too stupid to realize it.
Just look at Retribution. You’d expect a phenomenal spectacular, right? Instead, you just get Breaking Point put before you. I know exactly what you all were thinking when Mason made the last minute call of matches for the pay per view this week. It proves just exactly why Mason isn’t made for this business. He doesn’t know shit about it. Mason is what I would call the Sarah Palin of professional wrestling. He may look good on paper…okay, scratch that. He may look good to most women and that’s it, but he has the brains equivalent to a goldfish. No sense of direction or focus at all. Just tell me…why on earth would you build up a pay per view at the last minute? Did you seriously expect for the tickets to be sold out within minutes? If you knew how to run a proper business, you would have kept it near home where everyone knows you. Just because you throw out a useless cunt’s name like David Blazenwing doesn’t mean that it’s gonna sell tickets. Do I seriously need to FedEx you a copy of “How to Run a Business for Dummies”?
In my opinion, this easily could be another episode of Animosity, but just overcharged. Pardon my insolence, but I pity you all for having to spend so much to see the same show that you could easily see on television for free, but that’s just my opinion. It would suit you to either take it or leave it, but deal with it as a whole. Not only that, but yet again he has managed to sanction an extremely half assed mediocre match to headline the show. However, he has made a wise decision by having almost the entire show completely Blacklisted with each member taking on some impetuous fool that’s trying to make his or her way up, but just can’t cut the mustard. I feel sorry for the three that are in the double title match because it would suck that a title match like that will get overshadowed by three simple singles matches that involve myself and my counterparts. Despite what you may think, the Blacklist was created for a reason. A legion of fighters from different aspects of the sport coming together and showing how it’s really done in the ring, right? Wrong. The Blacklist was created to search, destroy, and consume into our own. We’re the reason why TGW is still standing, but you all fail to admit it. However, I know it’s at the tip of your tongue. It will only take a matter of time for it to be released from your oral prison.
I only expect ignorance until then.
You know, Mason, you say that you weren’t going to be stupid to put Darling in the title match because you felt he didn’t deserve it, but let’s just be honest. It had nothing to do with deserving the shot or not. Donavon didn’t deserve his, but he got it anyway. Let’s just face the music. You knew that he would get the title with ease and wouldn’t be stopped once he did get it. The same goes for T.Q. I know that I’m fresh off the presses for the American people, so I’m not in the mood of trying to push my way towards a mediocre title like the TGW Championship. For right now, you can keep it.
A HUSTLE title has more prestige at the moment than that piece of shit.
Instead of me, T.Q. and Darling getting shots and probably saving this company from the poor state that it’s in, I get the next best thing…the mysterious Q. Am I supposed to be spooked or amused because I know for damn sure I’m not impressed. Yeah, he may have come out there and put out a colorful performance last week (pun very much intended) but he failed to get the first win and against who? A champion who doesn’t deserve his title much less be called a wrestler. Q, read my words very closely. You lost to a football player who wants to be a wrestler. You lost to someone whose focus is not even into the business by a long shot. You lost to a loser, so what does that make you?
It makes you next.
I know that you and T.Q. have some kind of weird history and all and I can respect that, but what happens outside of the ring is not my business. I don’t pull on the strings and make T.Q. my puppet. She’s a big girl with a brain of her own. However, when we get into that ring this Monday on a “special edition of Animosity” aka Retribution, I could care less who you’re tied with. You don’t impress me as much as your resume says that you should. You haven’t quite lived up to your hype, but trust me, you will in a different way this week.
And I can only sum it up in one color.
Q, I don’t know if you noticed, but you attempted to make yourself look unique and out of the ordinary when in all, you failed and just made yourself look completely delusional. Delusional to the fact that you actually think that you deserve to be one of the main competitors in TGW after you failed to get a win over a lame excuse of a professional wrestler - a pathetic, pitiful, insignificantly forgotten footballer who wants to live his childhood dream. Delusional to the fact that you absolutely wow and amaze everyone with your plethora of colors that you bring out (and I’m wondering at this moment what T.Q. sees in this guy because seriously…I think he may be gay). Delusional to the fact that you think you are everyone’s dream come true. Delusional to the fact that you think you are important. Well, let me take the honor of awakening you from your drug induced dreams, Q. Let me introduce you to the color black…
The black coming from my boot to your face.
You see, I know that you don’t like the color black because it’s too dark for you. You can’t go on your acid trips with that color. I understand. But what you see as dark I see as reality. Reality states that you are not important. Reality states that you are a failure. Reality states that you are just another fighter who wants to make it big, but just can’t get his foot in the door, especially in this depressing excuse of a company. Reality to the fact that no matter what universe you see yourself in or where you come from, you are nothing but ultimately a universal bore. Save us the melodramatics because we’ve seen it all before. Better yet, allow me to do that this week. I know that you live in your own little world, but Monday, you will step into mine and it’s not very pretty. As a matter of fact, it’s brutal, ugly, and deadly.
I hope you’re prepared for that, but if not, then allow this message to enlighten you on that. Like your TGW career, you will succumb to your own fate. Succumb to your own colors…your own addictions….your reality. That’s the truth of it. And as all your colors fade away, you will see one last color before you fade into nothing.
All you will see…is black.
Signing off for now, but I shall live on to confess another day.
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