Post by BDC on Jan 12, 2009 20:39:01 GMT -4
Julian Bale's Personal Journal
Wow, things must be getting serious if I'm actually spending some time writing in my journal. I've been so damn busy lately that I barely had time to even wipe my ass, let alone spout my feelings like a little bitch in this thing!
Thing is though, something is about to happen that will change everything. Now normally that term is used far to commonly, but in this case it's the God's honest truth! When I signed to APW, I knew what would happen eventually. I knew that I would only be able to bask in the spotlight for a certain amount of time before He arrived and took it for himself. But hey, don't get me wrong. As much as I want to work my way to the top of the ladder and be all I can be, none of that will EVER even come close to what He has done for me! He taught me everything I know, and I would die for Him. He is the Master of all, and nothing will ever change that.
Wow, I wonder how this would come across if someone ever managed to steal my journal. I kind of sound like a lost puppy dog in love, but I don't care. He taught me about loyalty and honour, and I will uphold my end of the bargain, regardless of the repercussions.
It's a shame though, it really is. I mean, after only two matches, I became a co holder of the APW tag titles. My name was being mentioned as a serious contender for the main event slots, and everyone knows that I am more than capable of dominating in the upper echelons of APW. Hey, maybe I still will. Again, who knows? Stranger things have happened, but I'm not putting my hopes on it.
I've got to focus on my priorities. Yeah, that's it.
I promised Him that I would follow His instructions word for word, and that's what I intend on doing. I promised that I would pave the way for His arrival, and that's what I've done. He enlightened me – just like He has done to so many others over the years, and I must to what has to be done for the greater good.
Damn.
I've repeated the same kind of things quite a few times haven't I? Is that a good or bad thing I wonder? Am I writing these things over and over in a way to try to convince myself that I don't have a choice? Yeah, maybe that's it. Maybe I'm contemplating turning my back on Him, and simply doing what I've always done – do my own thing! Maybe I'll just hit Him with a chair when I see him, or even pay for him to get put in hospital!
Oh, who the fuck am I kidding? Even if I did do all of that, it wouldn't accomplish anything would it? He's got money, fame, power, and zero morals. He has done things during the course of His life that even I could never even contemplating doing, so what chance do I stand against someone like that? I mean, I am only one man, and it would take some HUGE intervention from the powers that for me to survive a confrontation with Him!
Holy shit, I can't believe that the time is actually upon me. I still young and have so much to give and so little to lose.
Fuck!
Thing is though, something is about to happen that will change everything. Now normally that term is used far to commonly, but in this case it's the God's honest truth! When I signed to APW, I knew what would happen eventually. I knew that I would only be able to bask in the spotlight for a certain amount of time before He arrived and took it for himself. But hey, don't get me wrong. As much as I want to work my way to the top of the ladder and be all I can be, none of that will EVER even come close to what He has done for me! He taught me everything I know, and I would die for Him. He is the Master of all, and nothing will ever change that.
Wow, I wonder how this would come across if someone ever managed to steal my journal. I kind of sound like a lost puppy dog in love, but I don't care. He taught me about loyalty and honour, and I will uphold my end of the bargain, regardless of the repercussions.
It's a shame though, it really is. I mean, after only two matches, I became a co holder of the APW tag titles. My name was being mentioned as a serious contender for the main event slots, and everyone knows that I am more than capable of dominating in the upper echelons of APW. Hey, maybe I still will. Again, who knows? Stranger things have happened, but I'm not putting my hopes on it.
I've got to focus on my priorities. Yeah, that's it.
I promised Him that I would follow His instructions word for word, and that's what I intend on doing. I promised that I would pave the way for His arrival, and that's what I've done. He enlightened me – just like He has done to so many others over the years, and I must to what has to be done for the greater good.
Damn.
I've repeated the same kind of things quite a few times haven't I? Is that a good or bad thing I wonder? Am I writing these things over and over in a way to try to convince myself that I don't have a choice? Yeah, maybe that's it. Maybe I'm contemplating turning my back on Him, and simply doing what I've always done – do my own thing! Maybe I'll just hit Him with a chair when I see him, or even pay for him to get put in hospital!
Oh, who the fuck am I kidding? Even if I did do all of that, it wouldn't accomplish anything would it? He's got money, fame, power, and zero morals. He has done things during the course of His life that even I could never even contemplating doing, so what chance do I stand against someone like that? I mean, I am only one man, and it would take some HUGE intervention from the powers that for me to survive a confrontation with Him!
Holy shit, I can't believe that the time is actually upon me. I still young and have so much to give and so little to lose.
Fuck!
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Julian Bale is dressed in his finest and is getting ready to shoot his big promo for Monday Night Overdrive. He is agitated, and not his usual brash, arrogant and cocky self, and he can't stop looking at his tag title. He eventually gets the nod to start, and reluctantly, he steps in front of the APW screen, and begins.
This week, Streets and I defend our freshly acquired APW Tag Titles against Carl Cage and Jason Royce. Normally, I'd relish the opportunity to defend gold on live television – even if I do have to do it with the used tampon that is Streets Wilson as a tag team partner – but what the fuck made Max Carter decide to put Carl Cage and Jason fucking Royce in as our opposition? I mean, Carter is supposed to be some wrestling genius by all accounts, yet I just can't work out why he'd make this matchup!
I mean, I could destroy these chumps on my own – just like I could have Twister and Lively for the record – and quite frankly, I'm embarrassed to be a part of this farce if I'm going to be honest.
But hey – I may be a prick, but I'm a honourable prick. The match has been booked, and I want to continue my undefeated streak here in APW.
So, that being said, let me address my, ahem, opponents this week then shall I?
Jason Royce and Carl Cage. Two members of the infamous “Pure Innovation”, and two up and coming superstars here in the APW. Two people with a new found intensity and fire. Two people that dream of defeating me and Streets for our tag titles.
Well kids, there's strikes 1, 2 and 3 right there!
First off, “Pure Innovation”? Pure Bullshit more like! I mean, who the hell do you guys think you are? Look, I get the whole forming a stable thing, because through it you get stability and all that shit, but if you're going to do something like that, at least have the intelligence to ally with people with actual talent! You walk around like you are fucking shit, but newsflash kids – no one cares, seriously! Don't believe me? Go ahead and ask around. As far as super powers go, you are the laughing stocks of the wrestling world – and the worst part of it all is that you don't even realise it. Kind of pathetic really, don't you think?
And as for the statements I've heard regarding you both as up and coming superstars, well if you are the future then I'm glad that the Master is coming to shake this shit tip up. Seriously guys, if I was you then I'd pack up my things and leave the country, because He won't put up with your shit, trust me!
Then there's the audacity that you both actually believe you can defeat me. Well, if living in a land of make believe helps you stay hard when you play with your baby dicks at night then go nuts.
Speaking of living in the land of make believe, what the fuck is up with Jason Royce?
Kid, I don't usually pick on the mentally handicapped, but I REALLY have to make an exception with you. Listening to you speak hurts my fucking brain, it really does. How the hell you just don't fall over because you've forgotten to step when you walk is beyond me. You make Forest Gump, Rainman and President Bush all look like rocket scientists, and I don't know whether to laugh or cry at you, honestly!
I mean, what's with the repeating the same thing over and over and over, while never ONCE making a statement that makes sense to anyone? Take comparing me and Streets to Morrison and Miz, and thinking that we'd take that as an insult for instance. Erm, last time I checked, they were actually a successful and talented team – not as good as me and the used tampon mind – but still quite good none the less. The have won more tag gold than you could ever dream of, so if you're going to act all clever in the future by trying to compare us to a shitty tag team, at least have the common courtesy to do a little research first, you fucking moron!
See, even though you think that your stupid log sucking comments and lame ass attempts at insulting us piss us off, all you are actually doing is making us laugh and ignore you. As God as my witness Royce, do you know how many tapes of you I have studied, or how many of your promos I have watched in my life before our match was booked this week?
Zero.
You are THE most pathetic excuse for a wrestler I have EVER had the displeasure or encountering, and I can't wait to pin you 1, 2, 3 in the middle of the ring, and then NEVER have anything to do with you again!
So, do whatever you want kid. If you want to bring your little gang down to the ring to try to beat me up then go ahead. If you want to name all kind of weird facts like Rain Man then go ahead. But whatever you end up doing, make sure you do it as far away from me as humanly possible, you freak!
But from one freak to another, let's talk about Carl Cage shall we?
Carl, you call yourself the “power” of “Pure Innovation”. You seem to understand your role in the group, and you embrace it. Well, good for you kid! It's nice to see that there are still some people in the world that have realised the limit of their capabilities, and simply accepted them.
You see Cage, that's all you have in your little arsenal of tricks. Sure, you can throw people around like a rag doll, and I'm sure you are capable of putting on a world of hurt if given the chance, but hey – life don't quite world like that does it? Thing is, when you wrestle people with actual talent, you find yourself in a situation where all of your strengths are turned into weaknesses, and you end up chasing after your opponents, as you stay three steps behind them for the entire match. Kind of sucks to be you doesn't it?
But hey, despite the fact that you are a one dimensional useless waste of space in the ring, I see that you've gone and discovered a little philosophy in your life, nice! You've worked out that life is simply a mirage, and that unless you do things for yourself and look after number one first and foremost, you may as well just end it all tomorrow, because like you rightly said, you are dying one second at a time ... thing is though, come Monday Night, you really won't have to worry about that any more.
Face facts kids, you are up to your neck in shit, and there's nothing you can do about it, so you can stop fantasising about what it would feel like to be one half of the new tag champions of the world, because it just ain't gonna happen.
You spout on about heroes and legacies as if those terms are your by right, but here in the real world none of that matters. Here in the real world, heroes get shafted while the bad guys keep getting paid the big bucks and living the good life. Here in the real world, life's a bitch and then you die. The weak stay weak, the hungry stay hungry, and the poor stay poor – so deal with it!
You want Innovation? You want purity? Well my misguided friend, I know someone that can offer you both – and this case they aren't simply a clever little catchphrase! He can show you true enlightenment, and all He asks in return is undivided loyalty and worship! He is the darkness to the light, and He will engulf us all very soon!
He is coming Cage, and there's nothing anyone can do to stop Him!
Come Monday night, I will defeat you and your retarded little lackey, and I will do it in His name! I will show no remorse, no mercy and shall give no quarter.
I will prove once again why I am “The Promised One”, and why I will do it for you Master!
Always for you!
You have been warned.
Bale out!
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