Post by Mav. on Aug 10, 2020 1:06:26 GMT -5
Stupidity.
Fucking stupidity. Is that really what it’s about, Damon? Is that what it really is about now? You’re pathetic. You’re a miserable bum. You’re worthless. You’ve lost your own god damn pride and all you can say is that I’m the one who’s stupid. Come and please fucking explain to me how I’m the one who’s stupid? You know damn well you’re wrong, you know damn well I’m the one who’s been spitting out the hard facts because they’re true, you just fucking know damn well that you are not going to be walking out of this match on your own accord. You walk out when I tell you and believe me, you won’t be fucking walking once I’m done with you. This is stupid. This whole match has been fucking stupid from the get go, from the minute I pinned you in the middle of the ring at Kingdom, from the fucking minute you even dared to come out the Kingdom beforehand to make amends for a match that you wanted because you couldn’t dare see your Wolvesden be disrespected when it’s fucking DEAD. IT’S DEAD, J.D. IT’S FUCKING DEAD. Get it into your head, get it into your mind, knock some sense into yourself, what the fuck is wrong with you man? Is there something going on in that head of yours that makes you think that J.D. Damon is the greatest wrestler on god’s green earth but bring yourself back to reality, Damon, snap out of that fever dream you’re having. The supposed Wolvesden you created is dead, gone, buried in the dust along with yourself. The career you so wish for never existed, it will always cease to exist, it was never to be made. J.D. Damon. The man who allegedly created Wolvesden is the same man that won’t support the cause of what he’s fighting for.
Where’s your Wolves Aeternum now, J.D?
It’s gone. You’ve left it behind you, you’re ready to move on but yet… Here you are. Calling me out on the Social Feed, telling me to hurry up after making me wait about five whole fucking days, and all I got was something half the time I put into mine. Pathetic. You began to tell me that what I did at Kingdom, where I punt kicked your head when you were protecting Jeff from another attack, was stupid to you? And then go on ahead to tell everyone, tell the world that it was a mistake made by you. You had the fucking AUDACITY to make me look stupid for something you put pity to not 3 minutes later. That’s the most lousiest fucking excuse I’ve ever seen and good fucking god, you need to be taught a lesson. Tell me how dumb and stupid I look, J.D, go ahead… You not even capable of playground insults, what the fuck is wrong with you? Is your brain not fully functioning? Have you lost some brain cells to even work? The man I saw before Kingdom has now become so fucking naieve and ridiculed that you need to call me out on the most random of things that you can nitpick on to and call it stupid. You know what, J.D, YOU’RE fucking stupid. Mentally, you’re fucking stupid. Physically, you’re fucking [Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore]. Emotionally, I’m going to make you cry like a little stupid fucking bitch, you dumb cunt.
Where’s your Wolves Aeternum now, J.D?
Damon, if you had never created Wolvesden, you’re career might have been a little bit more brighter because you created a stable that killed your own career, left you in the fucking shadows of your own fucking stable, left you in the dirt so much that you made return after return after fucking return to make sure that you can actually make it somewhat big but no. I’m sure you can take a guess as to where that leads, and yeah, the more you might try, the deeper the hole you fucking dig, J.D. When are you going to realize, Damon, that you are never going to be any big of a success? You’re a one hit wonder, and you peaked when you made Wolvesden. Now that you’ve peaked, you’re constantly digging your own grave. Now that you’ve peaked, nobody even fucking remembers that you created Wolvesden, the amount of people I’ve asked and yet NONE OF THEM know about you owning Wolvesden. Not one person. Do you not even realize the impact you have on people? Everyone thinks that Kenny Drake made Wolvesden, not you. You might be standing right now but take a look at yourself, you’re in this match right now and all you’re getting right now is the popularity I’ve earned all through the years I’ve spent wrestling and I’m giving you my clout. J.D. Damon isn’t going to do anything with my own clout than to make sure a lot more people see his ass get dropped within a fucking instant.
Where… is… your… Wolves… Aeternum… J.D?
You’re about to abandon everything you created, from your own blood, sweat and tears and make sure it is in your nature to hurt me. To be honest, Damon, I welcome it. I would adore seeing you try to hurt me the way you want to. You’re willing to put everything on the line to make sure that I do not walk out and I’m left in a sea of my own ashes. How ironic. I don't need to Ashes to kick fifteen different colors of shit out of you, it’s very fucking simple. I don’t need to have anyone watch my back, I don’t need to have anyone tell me how good I am, I don’t need moral support to bring life back into me. There will be no Ashes of The Wake out there. There will be no dirty tactics. This is pure wrestling, something you should know what to fucking do since you are The Purist after all. What’s coming this weekend is going to be a fucking massacre, it’s going to be a bloodbath and at the end of the night, I will be covered in blood. I guarantee it. The problem for you is that it’s your blood on my hands, smeared all over my chest and my face, and I let the blood of Wolvesden flow through my body and all over my body. I’ve done this promo in near enough the same amount of time it took to make yours or maybe less and I STILL BODIED YOU! I STILL STAND TALL! I STILL FUCKING KILLED YOU! And now... your time has officially... ran out.
Wolves Aeternum.
Fucking stupidity. Is that really what it’s about, Damon? Is that what it really is about now? You’re pathetic. You’re a miserable bum. You’re worthless. You’ve lost your own god damn pride and all you can say is that I’m the one who’s stupid. Come and please fucking explain to me how I’m the one who’s stupid? You know damn well you’re wrong, you know damn well I’m the one who’s been spitting out the hard facts because they’re true, you just fucking know damn well that you are not going to be walking out of this match on your own accord. You walk out when I tell you and believe me, you won’t be fucking walking once I’m done with you. This is stupid. This whole match has been fucking stupid from the get go, from the minute I pinned you in the middle of the ring at Kingdom, from the fucking minute you even dared to come out the Kingdom beforehand to make amends for a match that you wanted because you couldn’t dare see your Wolvesden be disrespected when it’s fucking DEAD. IT’S DEAD, J.D. IT’S FUCKING DEAD. Get it into your head, get it into your mind, knock some sense into yourself, what the fuck is wrong with you man? Is there something going on in that head of yours that makes you think that J.D. Damon is the greatest wrestler on god’s green earth but bring yourself back to reality, Damon, snap out of that fever dream you’re having. The supposed Wolvesden you created is dead, gone, buried in the dust along with yourself. The career you so wish for never existed, it will always cease to exist, it was never to be made. J.D. Damon. The man who allegedly created Wolvesden is the same man that won’t support the cause of what he’s fighting for.
Where’s your Wolves Aeternum now, J.D?
It’s gone. You’ve left it behind you, you’re ready to move on but yet… Here you are. Calling me out on the Social Feed, telling me to hurry up after making me wait about five whole fucking days, and all I got was something half the time I put into mine. Pathetic. You began to tell me that what I did at Kingdom, where I punt kicked your head when you were protecting Jeff from another attack, was stupid to you? And then go on ahead to tell everyone, tell the world that it was a mistake made by you. You had the fucking AUDACITY to make me look stupid for something you put pity to not 3 minutes later. That’s the most lousiest fucking excuse I’ve ever seen and good fucking god, you need to be taught a lesson. Tell me how dumb and stupid I look, J.D, go ahead… You not even capable of playground insults, what the fuck is wrong with you? Is your brain not fully functioning? Have you lost some brain cells to even work? The man I saw before Kingdom has now become so fucking naieve and ridiculed that you need to call me out on the most random of things that you can nitpick on to and call it stupid. You know what, J.D, YOU’RE fucking stupid. Mentally, you’re fucking stupid. Physically, you’re fucking [Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore]. Emotionally, I’m going to make you cry like a little stupid fucking bitch, you dumb cunt.
Where’s your Wolves Aeternum now, J.D?
Damon, if you had never created Wolvesden, you’re career might have been a little bit more brighter because you created a stable that killed your own career, left you in the fucking shadows of your own fucking stable, left you in the dirt so much that you made return after return after fucking return to make sure that you can actually make it somewhat big but no. I’m sure you can take a guess as to where that leads, and yeah, the more you might try, the deeper the hole you fucking dig, J.D. When are you going to realize, Damon, that you are never going to be any big of a success? You’re a one hit wonder, and you peaked when you made Wolvesden. Now that you’ve peaked, you’re constantly digging your own grave. Now that you’ve peaked, nobody even fucking remembers that you created Wolvesden, the amount of people I’ve asked and yet NONE OF THEM know about you owning Wolvesden. Not one person. Do you not even realize the impact you have on people? Everyone thinks that Kenny Drake made Wolvesden, not you. You might be standing right now but take a look at yourself, you’re in this match right now and all you’re getting right now is the popularity I’ve earned all through the years I’ve spent wrestling and I’m giving you my clout. J.D. Damon isn’t going to do anything with my own clout than to make sure a lot more people see his ass get dropped within a fucking instant.
Where… is… your… Wolves… Aeternum… J.D?
You’re about to abandon everything you created, from your own blood, sweat and tears and make sure it is in your nature to hurt me. To be honest, Damon, I welcome it. I would adore seeing you try to hurt me the way you want to. You’re willing to put everything on the line to make sure that I do not walk out and I’m left in a sea of my own ashes. How ironic. I don't need to Ashes to kick fifteen different colors of shit out of you, it’s very fucking simple. I don’t need to have anyone watch my back, I don’t need to have anyone tell me how good I am, I don’t need moral support to bring life back into me. There will be no Ashes of The Wake out there. There will be no dirty tactics. This is pure wrestling, something you should know what to fucking do since you are The Purist after all. What’s coming this weekend is going to be a fucking massacre, it’s going to be a bloodbath and at the end of the night, I will be covered in blood. I guarantee it. The problem for you is that it’s your blood on my hands, smeared all over my chest and my face, and I let the blood of Wolvesden flow through my body and all over my body. I’ve done this promo in near enough the same amount of time it took to make yours or maybe less and I STILL BODIED YOU! I STILL STAND TALL! I STILL FUCKING KILLED YOU! And now... your time has officially... ran out.
Wolves Aeternum.