Post by J-Hop on Oct 12, 2013 20:58:32 GMT -4
Man, is it me or has the fucking world froze over?
Wha..How? Aubrey J. Parker took down the mighty Terry Marvin? Captured the Undisputed Title? Hah?
The Dying Breed is slowly shaping to be exactly what they’re name is. A dying breed. Week after week, after week. All everyone has seen is us being outsmarted and taken out either together or one by one. You never see it coming. You can’t feel the trembling vibrations through the walls when it comes. The Dying Breed is showing signs of stoppage in the future. Things are changing and folks ain’t liking it one bit. Who the hell is “Unforgiven”? Who’s Zachariah Blood and Sentinel?
Simple, a force to be reckoned with...
If they’re such a force, why the cheap tactics? Why the behind-the-back ‘beatdowns’? Why can’t they face us like men, like warriors?
Easy! They’ve watched film. They’ve seen how strong we are as a team, as one. Fully healthy and on-track mindset, it’s trouble for them like it has been for every single other tag team that has faced us once or numerous times. This is their way of weakening us, making it easier for them to achieve their goals to be champions.
No matter how many times they knock us down like bowling pins, we POP right back up, ready for the next shot. We do not stay down, that much is evident. This week, this Asylum, this brawl before the storm, they will come to understanding by the end of the night that they have truly fucked with the wrong folks. While Anthony is always the ‘calmest’ of the calm, I’m the exact opposite. I’m always looking for payback. Always aiming for revenge. I’ve made mistake after mistake the past few weeks, being caught one step behind.
They even went after Jace Savage and Brian Hollywood, they don’t care one bit, all they care about is delivering messages to the masses.
Well I got a message for those two.
Shit is about to get reallllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
We’ll see if you have anything to say when your heads are busted wide open.
brooklyn • 10.11.13 • “fighting ways”
“Man, I swear ... these bastards are testing me and Ant’s nerves...”
For what was a quick trip back to the states, it was ideal that I’d get back into the weight room, the training room, work these bones to the core, work the frustration that has been the past few weeks. I know Juan has been somewhat ‘fragile-minded’ after the incident. Moving from place to place ... lease to lease, it’s been hectic to find a place to be steady. It was like staying on the run, it was tiresome.
“Like, I know that (Huffing and Puffing) ... Ant is counting on me to maintain my composure. He knows how vile I can be when irritated and he knows that at times, it can lead to failure. I want to stay calm and under control but you know man, sometimes you gotta’ just let shit fly!”
Ramirez nods his head as he is sitting down in a chair at a scarred up office table, filling out some papers. It wasn’t much room in this place to do anything. After hearing how he had Kash in a smelly dungeon, I had worry in my eyes that I was going to have to experience it but thankfully, he found another spot.
“You obviously knew the road was going to get tougher at some point and time. You know how many folks ya’ll mauled over week after week after week? You can’t get down on yourself because a team is spreading rapid fire against you. They are making a name for themselves right now, but you have to find a way to shut them back down to Earth. Feel me?”
I nodded my head as I understood what he was saying.
“Yeah, I understand man but damn, they are pushing buttons like an arcade machine. We’ve been under pressure before but this group, man, they are taking us out any which way they can. If it ain’t me, it’s Ant. If it isn’t Ant, it’s me. If it’s not us, it’s this other team, New Gen Rising. It’s gotta’ come to a stop!”
“Well then, put up a “STOP” sign, homie! They’re gonna keep coming hard as long as you let them. Word on the street is, you got them and a familiar tag foe this week. Chop them down to size with their own medicine. Tit for tat, homie!”
A slight smile came upon my face as I couldn’t help but look at Juan and shake my head at him.
“It’s easy to say, difficult to put into action. You just don’t know...”
“I ... Juan Ramirez, don’t know? Look J’.. just because I ain’t traveling the globe like I did months ago doesn’t mean I’m not in tune with what the hell is going on. I’ve seen Unforgiven, I’ve paid attention to you, Ant, Kash and Reaver. I keep a steady eye on my ‘students’, feel me? You have to stop doubting yourself and just “kill” it. Unforgiven has gotten their moment of shine, but it’s time for TDB to kick dirt on that shine.”
Looking at Ramirez who was clearly not in the greatest of moods, my eyes got wide as his face was just full of frustration. Letting out a sigh, he shook his head before returning his eyes back down to the paper work. As his focus went back to the paper, my focus went back to the bench press machine.
“Yeah, sure!”
Pushing the bar up that was full-on 235 pounds, I let it down before pushing back up. Repeating the process, I rounded about twenty before sitting the bar in the holder and wiping the small bead of sweat off my forehead.
Beijing, China / 10.12.13
No pressure, no diamonds.
Unforgiven, give yourselves a hand for doing your best to take us out. Each week, we’ve done our best to defeat you but while me may take defeat, you somehow always find a way to get the last laugh. I’m not mad at ya. We know how you feel. Unrecognized, unseen, unheard. No one giving a shit about you and what you’re doing until you decide to turn off the power, putting every single person in a frightening stance.
We lived those moments, trying desperately to keep the boat in motion and afloat. Everyone singled us out, they said we wouldn’t comprehend well as a team. We would falter and after every spiteful thing the press, the media, the critics said about us, we did the opposite. We found ways to survive, we found ways to succeed. We became champions and the tone changed. Everyone who dissed us began to pay closer attention. Putting us down doesn’t stop us, it just makes us stronger.
With all that you both have done, Zachariah and Sentinel, it doesn’t mean jack shit if you can’t take us out completely. Your attempts to demoralize us, while it may catch us off guard, we do not go down with ease. Other teams, they run when they hear your name called. They find places to hide. Us, TDB, we don’t run.
It’s a different episode this week. It’s a eight-man tag match. It’s The Dying Breed and NewGen Rising against you two, Unforgiven and the semi-forgotten duo of Sang Real. Not trying to sound like a dick or anything but Unforgiven, you might as well consider this a handicapped four on two match. Sang Real isn’t helping anyone, they can’t even help themselves. That’s just considered ‘masking’ the empty space you have there Zachariah. Even if it is a four on two, Zach, you got that huge behemoth in Sentinel beside you to take the heaviest of heavy loads.
The code of the big man. Head and legs, without those two, he’s nothing. He won’t help you at all Zach.
You can’t believe how many folks are riding your ‘sticks’ because of the loud statements you have made against us. It hasn’t been seen in a while since we captured those titles.
So just give yourselves a round of applause. Take in the moment, feel the waves of the fans who cheer you. Enjoy it while it lasts because the lifespan of it is going to be short-lived. NewGen and TDB, teaming together to take down Unforgiven. I already know that you’re not coming just by yourselves. We’ll see the rest of your entourage. It is just a matter of time.
I feel bad for you Unforgiven because when you’re tied down, feeling fatigued and wanting that tag, you’re going to want to look for Sang Real and they won’t be there. Even if they do and they tell you their experience against us, it will not help you any. They are looking out for themselves only, not for anyone else. They are looking for an easy way in, like leeches. They know they can’t take us straight on. Cheating to win, that’s their motto. That’s all they have. It won’t save them, it won’t save you Zach and Sentinel.
You’re walking all alone.
Wha..How? Aubrey J. Parker took down the mighty Terry Marvin? Captured the Undisputed Title? Hah?
The Dying Breed is slowly shaping to be exactly what they’re name is. A dying breed. Week after week, after week. All everyone has seen is us being outsmarted and taken out either together or one by one. You never see it coming. You can’t feel the trembling vibrations through the walls when it comes. The Dying Breed is showing signs of stoppage in the future. Things are changing and folks ain’t liking it one bit. Who the hell is “Unforgiven”? Who’s Zachariah Blood and Sentinel?
Simple, a force to be reckoned with...
If they’re such a force, why the cheap tactics? Why the behind-the-back ‘beatdowns’? Why can’t they face us like men, like warriors?
Easy! They’ve watched film. They’ve seen how strong we are as a team, as one. Fully healthy and on-track mindset, it’s trouble for them like it has been for every single other tag team that has faced us once or numerous times. This is their way of weakening us, making it easier for them to achieve their goals to be champions.
No matter how many times they knock us down like bowling pins, we POP right back up, ready for the next shot. We do not stay down, that much is evident. This week, this Asylum, this brawl before the storm, they will come to understanding by the end of the night that they have truly fucked with the wrong folks. While Anthony is always the ‘calmest’ of the calm, I’m the exact opposite. I’m always looking for payback. Always aiming for revenge. I’ve made mistake after mistake the past few weeks, being caught one step behind.
They even went after Jace Savage and Brian Hollywood, they don’t care one bit, all they care about is delivering messages to the masses.
Well I got a message for those two.
Shit is about to get reallllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
We’ll see if you have anything to say when your heads are busted wide open.
brooklyn • 10.11.13 • “fighting ways”
“Man, I swear ... these bastards are testing me and Ant’s nerves...”
For what was a quick trip back to the states, it was ideal that I’d get back into the weight room, the training room, work these bones to the core, work the frustration that has been the past few weeks. I know Juan has been somewhat ‘fragile-minded’ after the incident. Moving from place to place ... lease to lease, it’s been hectic to find a place to be steady. It was like staying on the run, it was tiresome.
“Like, I know that (Huffing and Puffing) ... Ant is counting on me to maintain my composure. He knows how vile I can be when irritated and he knows that at times, it can lead to failure. I want to stay calm and under control but you know man, sometimes you gotta’ just let shit fly!”
Ramirez nods his head as he is sitting down in a chair at a scarred up office table, filling out some papers. It wasn’t much room in this place to do anything. After hearing how he had Kash in a smelly dungeon, I had worry in my eyes that I was going to have to experience it but thankfully, he found another spot.
“You obviously knew the road was going to get tougher at some point and time. You know how many folks ya’ll mauled over week after week after week? You can’t get down on yourself because a team is spreading rapid fire against you. They are making a name for themselves right now, but you have to find a way to shut them back down to Earth. Feel me?”
I nodded my head as I understood what he was saying.
“Yeah, I understand man but damn, they are pushing buttons like an arcade machine. We’ve been under pressure before but this group, man, they are taking us out any which way they can. If it ain’t me, it’s Ant. If it isn’t Ant, it’s me. If it’s not us, it’s this other team, New Gen Rising. It’s gotta’ come to a stop!”
“Well then, put up a “STOP” sign, homie! They’re gonna keep coming hard as long as you let them. Word on the street is, you got them and a familiar tag foe this week. Chop them down to size with their own medicine. Tit for tat, homie!”
A slight smile came upon my face as I couldn’t help but look at Juan and shake my head at him.
“It’s easy to say, difficult to put into action. You just don’t know...”
“I ... Juan Ramirez, don’t know? Look J’.. just because I ain’t traveling the globe like I did months ago doesn’t mean I’m not in tune with what the hell is going on. I’ve seen Unforgiven, I’ve paid attention to you, Ant, Kash and Reaver. I keep a steady eye on my ‘students’, feel me? You have to stop doubting yourself and just “kill” it. Unforgiven has gotten their moment of shine, but it’s time for TDB to kick dirt on that shine.”
Looking at Ramirez who was clearly not in the greatest of moods, my eyes got wide as his face was just full of frustration. Letting out a sigh, he shook his head before returning his eyes back down to the paper work. As his focus went back to the paper, my focus went back to the bench press machine.
“Yeah, sure!”
Pushing the bar up that was full-on 235 pounds, I let it down before pushing back up. Repeating the process, I rounded about twenty before sitting the bar in the holder and wiping the small bead of sweat off my forehead.
Beijing, China / 10.12.13
No pressure, no diamonds.
Unforgiven, give yourselves a hand for doing your best to take us out. Each week, we’ve done our best to defeat you but while me may take defeat, you somehow always find a way to get the last laugh. I’m not mad at ya. We know how you feel. Unrecognized, unseen, unheard. No one giving a shit about you and what you’re doing until you decide to turn off the power, putting every single person in a frightening stance.
We lived those moments, trying desperately to keep the boat in motion and afloat. Everyone singled us out, they said we wouldn’t comprehend well as a team. We would falter and after every spiteful thing the press, the media, the critics said about us, we did the opposite. We found ways to survive, we found ways to succeed. We became champions and the tone changed. Everyone who dissed us began to pay closer attention. Putting us down doesn’t stop us, it just makes us stronger.
With all that you both have done, Zachariah and Sentinel, it doesn’t mean jack shit if you can’t take us out completely. Your attempts to demoralize us, while it may catch us off guard, we do not go down with ease. Other teams, they run when they hear your name called. They find places to hide. Us, TDB, we don’t run.
It’s a different episode this week. It’s a eight-man tag match. It’s The Dying Breed and NewGen Rising against you two, Unforgiven and the semi-forgotten duo of Sang Real. Not trying to sound like a dick or anything but Unforgiven, you might as well consider this a handicapped four on two match. Sang Real isn’t helping anyone, they can’t even help themselves. That’s just considered ‘masking’ the empty space you have there Zachariah. Even if it is a four on two, Zach, you got that huge behemoth in Sentinel beside you to take the heaviest of heavy loads.
The code of the big man. Head and legs, without those two, he’s nothing. He won’t help you at all Zach.
You can’t believe how many folks are riding your ‘sticks’ because of the loud statements you have made against us. It hasn’t been seen in a while since we captured those titles.
So just give yourselves a round of applause. Take in the moment, feel the waves of the fans who cheer you. Enjoy it while it lasts because the lifespan of it is going to be short-lived. NewGen and TDB, teaming together to take down Unforgiven. I already know that you’re not coming just by yourselves. We’ll see the rest of your entourage. It is just a matter of time.
I feel bad for you Unforgiven because when you’re tied down, feeling fatigued and wanting that tag, you’re going to want to look for Sang Real and they won’t be there. Even if they do and they tell you their experience against us, it will not help you any. They are looking out for themselves only, not for anyone else. They are looking for an easy way in, like leeches. They know they can’t take us straight on. Cheating to win, that’s their motto. That’s all they have. It won’t save them, it won’t save you Zach and Sentinel.
You’re walking all alone.
