Post by Legion on Mar 23, 2013 19:20:55 GMT -4
(OOC: Any better ideas I had for this went out the window when I got sick the last few days. Sorry.)
This is stupid. This whole thing is stupid.
It’s now been about a month since I first stepped foot into APW as a full-time Superstar, and I have to be honest…I haven’t liked it a bit. I haven’t enjoyed being the butt of everyone’s jokes in this company, but I can’t say I blame them. After all, the way I came into APW was a bad move in the first place. I mean, not many people can say they joined a company after losing a bet, can they? To make things worse, I haven’t won a match since starting here. Now, just to add to my misery, I’ve been relegated to a pre-show match at Rasslemania.
A pre-show match, huh? This is really happening, isn’t it? Fair enough, APW, on account of this is the match that was SUPPOSED to happen on Overdrive. It’s nice to see Dan White could lay off the booze long enough to make his presence known going into this match. At least we know you’re going to show up, Danny Boy. You’re better off not being there, though. Go home Danny Boy, you’re drunk.
Seriously, for all your words and promises of how good you supposedly are, I have yet to see any actions that match up. Actions speak louder than words, Danny Boy, and yours will either make or break you at Rasslemania. As far as I’m concerned, I hope it’s the latter. You want to analyze the match Delikado and I had, like you have any right to give me or anyone else an evaluation? Your sorry carcass couldn’t even make it to the ring, and why? Because you spent a night at the bar? Sorry, Danny Boy, but that crap does not fly with me. Don’t you DARE tell me some line about reality biting ME in the butt, when you can’t even get off yours and report to the building in time for your match!
I’m above petty insults, but if that’s all you’re going to be good for, let’s go for it: you ARE Welsh trash, and everything you’ve said and done in the last couple of weeks proves it. I don’t give two rips about the color of your skin, which is why I didn’t bring it up; I don’t care what being Welsh entails, I just know you’re a piece of trash who happens to be Welsh. Does that clarify things a bit better? I hope so, because you obviously need everything spelled out for you.
I don’t care about you, I don’t care about Delikado, I don’t care about this match…and as the weeks go by, I’ve begun to care less and less about APW. But, to answer the question that’s OBVIOUSLY been on people’s minds for the past month, the reason I bothered to sign an APW contract after being eliminated from Survive and Conquer is because I’m a man of my word. As a man of my word, here’s one that should strike your fancy, Danny Boy and Delicatessen: PAIN. I’m at the point where I don’t care if I win or lose come Rasslemania; my goal that night is inflict pain, and lots of it. I promised you all I would reveal my plans in APW soon, and after Rasslemania it will all come together.
That’s bad news for both of you.
This is stupid. This whole thing is stupid.
It’s now been about a month since I first stepped foot into APW as a full-time Superstar, and I have to be honest…I haven’t liked it a bit. I haven’t enjoyed being the butt of everyone’s jokes in this company, but I can’t say I blame them. After all, the way I came into APW was a bad move in the first place. I mean, not many people can say they joined a company after losing a bet, can they? To make things worse, I haven’t won a match since starting here. Now, just to add to my misery, I’ve been relegated to a pre-show match at Rasslemania.
A pre-show match, huh? This is really happening, isn’t it? Fair enough, APW, on account of this is the match that was SUPPOSED to happen on Overdrive. It’s nice to see Dan White could lay off the booze long enough to make his presence known going into this match. At least we know you’re going to show up, Danny Boy. You’re better off not being there, though. Go home Danny Boy, you’re drunk.
Seriously, for all your words and promises of how good you supposedly are, I have yet to see any actions that match up. Actions speak louder than words, Danny Boy, and yours will either make or break you at Rasslemania. As far as I’m concerned, I hope it’s the latter. You want to analyze the match Delikado and I had, like you have any right to give me or anyone else an evaluation? Your sorry carcass couldn’t even make it to the ring, and why? Because you spent a night at the bar? Sorry, Danny Boy, but that crap does not fly with me. Don’t you DARE tell me some line about reality biting ME in the butt, when you can’t even get off yours and report to the building in time for your match!
I’m above petty insults, but if that’s all you’re going to be good for, let’s go for it: you ARE Welsh trash, and everything you’ve said and done in the last couple of weeks proves it. I don’t give two rips about the color of your skin, which is why I didn’t bring it up; I don’t care what being Welsh entails, I just know you’re a piece of trash who happens to be Welsh. Does that clarify things a bit better? I hope so, because you obviously need everything spelled out for you.
I don’t care about you, I don’t care about Delikado, I don’t care about this match…and as the weeks go by, I’ve begun to care less and less about APW. But, to answer the question that’s OBVIOUSLY been on people’s minds for the past month, the reason I bothered to sign an APW contract after being eliminated from Survive and Conquer is because I’m a man of my word. As a man of my word, here’s one that should strike your fancy, Danny Boy and Delicatessen: PAIN. I’m at the point where I don’t care if I win or lose come Rasslemania; my goal that night is inflict pain, and lots of it. I promised you all I would reveal my plans in APW soon, and after Rasslemania it will all come together.
That’s bad news for both of you.
