You done fucked up

[The Myth Killer]

Let me make one thing perfectly fucking clear. You people in the RSW have no fucking idea of the Pandoras Box you have opened. There is no control of the man the world fears. You are getting Hunter fucking Valentine with no shackles. No chain will restrict me. The problem you fucking mental morons have is that I can say anything I choose.

A few facts that escaped you people are that simply I have no fucking contract. I am not a part of your pussy ass roster. I ass simply a fucking guest. So what are you going to do? Fire me from a job that I neither want nor possess? So yeah every single fuck yard in the RSW can kiss my legendary ass.

There will be no inner dialogue. There will be no worry about relevance. There will be no cool scene. Since you fucking assholes lack creativity I figure I'll respond in kind.

Make sure to get your word counter out. We all know length trumps everything. Since you simple minded mother fuckers jack off over ancient history, I felt maybe it was time to give you some.

When my ass was approached to do this {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore} ass show that has zero sognifigance, it was made pretty clear to me that these bookings were very personal. It's almost like these RSW assholes were trying to piss me off. That is not a path anyone with a fucking brain would recommend, but RSW management is not exactly known for their brain power.

The original plan in their feeble fucking minds was to book me against Apathy to male me go off. I told them no so they chose Johnny. You wanted the original assholes you got it.

The small problem you are running into is that if The Don of Disrespect and The Myth Killer chose to we would run through your god awful roster of NEW ripoff faster than you can say gimmick infringement. You would never see your tag titles again. We would win whatever belt we choose to. The best part is that there isn't one thing you idiots could do about it.

The reality is the Johnny hates this place more than I do. He would not waste his time on you hacks any more than I would. He'll you fucks aren't even worth downloading Google docs.

The history lesson begins now. But nor the history lesson you think you are going to get. NEW Closed it's doors. I came to this shit hole for one reason and one reason onlt and that was to beat Rob Riot's Roger Wright wannabe ass. Unfortunately Rob was petrified of me and ran like the bitch that he is. Now him and his group of faggots are no more than a Domestik Disturbance ripoff. We should sue those talentless bastards for copyright infringement If they weren't so horrible at using our shit.

Allow me to start with your shitty announce team. That was a direct ripoff of the NEW announce team. For how much they talk trash about the NEW, they sure do steal our shit a lot.

Everything in your pathetic run is garbage. From Riot to Noc Windsor to Shane Mitchell to D and on and on.

The truth is I beat your crown prince. Yes I know it pissed you off that I won that piece of shit belt. I didn't give and shit. And Riot's pussy ass still wouldn't fight me.

You brought this all on yourself. I would have been happy to put over some of your new guys. But you loser had to make shit personal. Now go fuck yourself.

[HuntersMyBitch]

Fading in, rows of battered desks sit empty facing the front of the classroom. White tile leads to a plain three drawer desk.

Beyond it’s faded brown top sits our teacher. His brown hair is tied back, he’s wearing black framed glasses. He looks out of place in regard to everything from his surroundings to the khakis, white polo and pink sweater vest he wore.

Only four words are scrawled upon the blackboard behind him. ‘Cool scene’, a checkmark next to it, as he thought about if he should actually do this or not, he noted that ‘inner dialogue’ was now checked off as complete as well.

“Sorry to tell you, but your history lesson was flawed as shit. So since you said a few things with zero knowledge, I figure setting your shit straight is fair game.” Looking around, he speaks to the empty room.

“Welcome to RSW history. I’m your teacher, Mr. Parsons and today we’re going to learn one last time why people shouldn’t do this kind of crap if I’m around.” Taking a deep breath, here we go.

“First, for the record…no one fears you, you were past your prime long before you thought you could gain relevance through this. Side note; talk about Pandora’s box all you want, none of us care about whatever desperate woman you’ve found…but thank you for explaining the fish smell, we appreciate it. But I have a lot to cover and precious little time.

Real quick, if Riot is a Roger Wright wannabe, then I ask on behalf of the group…why do you constantly talk about beating him? For that matter, if we are hacks, mental morons, fucking morons that lack creativity…then why did you bother?

Here’s why, you actually believe you’re significant. You believe that despite being an absolute assclown for years that you deserve reverence, for what?

The ‘piece of shit’ belt you refer to was literally won for you by me. You didn’t even win it on your own merit. Your ‘title reign’ might as well have been mine. Forgot that huh? So, remember you didn’t beat the crowned prince, I did. You just got credit for it.

Look dicksmack, you have no aura left, no one cares…except me, and even then…before taking the roughly twenty minutes I spent on this, I took a shit, patched a tire, went to my physiotherapist for scar tissue in my elbow and to ensure my leg was in the proper working order to have my foot lodged firmly into your sad sad behind. I washed my hair…bet you usually hear that one from bitches, balanced my chequebook, then fucked your mom…by the way, you really should call her more, she’s so lonely.

But let’s get to the heart of this, it’s twenty-nineteen, I honestly thought we were past this sort of garbage from you. You’re mad because you were offered a match at a reunion show with someone you have history with…get over yourself jackass. You honestly think that ‘D’, who I have pretty good connections with, booked that match? Or cares?

Do your homework before calling out people, you just look stupid. Like if you were to say “I ass simply a fucking guest” Or call something a “{Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore} ass show that has zero sognifigance”…wait, you did. No wonder you can’t be significant anymore, you can’t spell it.

Listen, alot’s changed man, I lost an eye…you lost your god damned mind…coming in here talking shit without at least checking.

So, before I go, remember; I included a setting, and inner dialogue and still only had fifty words more than you.

In closing…I may be leaving, but make no mistake. I was, am and always will be what a heel around here will be measured by. You came up short, again. Apathy told us you should be used to that by now. You probably think I’m being a little harsh, just remember jinglenuts…you brought this on yourself. Chow mein, shitstain.”