Post by Mav. on Aug 10, 2020 1:08:54 GMT -5
“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”
This isn’t much of a hostile takeover, this is more of an awakening, a blessing, a cleansing through the Omega Wrestling Alliance and through the Kingdom brand. Ladies and gentlemen, you can thank us later for when we are ready to clear the downright fucking ugly that this company has to offer. Two weeks ago, I came out and I was minding my own business until someone decided to rear their ugly mug onto the stage because “he had enough”. Poor JD. Damon couldn’t help but show some face when I decided to attack his leader of Wolvesden, and Jeff needed backup, instead of facing his fears alone. I’ve been doing this for three years now, to the day, and I can tell you that you simply cannot face your own fears by going with others. This is something for you to take on by yourself, but here you are, Jeff. Here you are, with J.D Damon and Arata Asakura. See, Jeff, it’s been no secret to anyone that you’ve been the face of the Kingdom brand since you got here, you’ve been like such since you got here and sixteen years in the business does get you there, hell, you’ve been doing this since you were eight years old… at least, that’s what you said sixteen years ago, right? Admittedly, you also said you drank since you were eight years old too, so I don’t know if I should take that claim into consideration or file it under fake news, like your boy, Donald J. Trump, if you get me.
But being the face means you get first dibs at anything you wanted, and that you got, sure, don’t you have that Steel Asylum match coming up? Pretty big match for the World Championship, am I right? I mean, you could have gone for that title at Final Destination but did you? No, because Kenny is your boy, he’s your guy, why would you wanna do that? Even then, with all the fat jokes out of the way, you still became friends with Bull! Those are your boys now, aren’t they? I doubt you’d ever want to face them in the future, then again, Bull’s on Olympus. The point I’m trying to make here is that you rely too much on the people around you more than yourself, and once you do rely on yourself, well… didn’t Final Destination show us exactly what happens? Didn’t we see you so many X Crushers on Bull that it practically became a meme in itself? Hell, when you had to face Vincent, didn’t he survive two of your flimsy X Crusher move? You got the lucky pin from a Gedo Clutch, if I remember correctly. How pathetic of a man who can’t survive by himself, such a typical alcoholic stereotype, if you ask me.
Jeff, it’s not about the size of the dog in the fight… whether he’d be six foot nothing or four foot eleven… it’s about the size of the fight in the dog… from either a big enough ego or the talent to push himself further than anyone could imagine... and believe me, Jeff. You’ve lost your fight ages ago, my friend. I don’t see you making it far when everyone will soon have no choice but to be targeting you. Though you may have gotten lucky at Clash of The Titans, I haven’t been able to see that same man that fought through hell to make it to the main event of Final Destination, maybe Presley neutered the dog in the fight for once. Everyone’s sick and tired of your bullshit already, you repeat yourself every fucking week you come in front of a camera. You walk in, either with a beer or whatever fucking alcoholic beverage you’ve got near you and you ramble on and on and fucking on again about how good you are, how amazing your finisher is and now you’ll always stand tall against anyone that steps up to the plate. It’s not fun hearing that from a man like you, then again, a man like you really would say something like that now, wouldn’t they?
In your drunken haze, you’d try to stand up to anyone that fights but the biggest con about being in a drunken haze against someone that’s sober and ready for a fight? You’re the easiest knockout there ever will be, so keep swinging for the fences, Jeff. This ain’t no special grudge match, and I’m not holding any grudges, so don’t be like Jake Roberts holding a snake like it’s your dick and being unable to stand that you’ve to take the fall, it’ll only lead you to doing yoga classes from a friend of yours then having to go through rehab, something you should have went to a long fucking time ago. But my bashing of Jeff X shouldn’t have to waste anyone’s time, as much as I am having fun doing so, so why don't we talk about the men that’ll have to mind their drunken uncle at the party, eh? Arata Asakura, a man that Jeff cares a lot about and a man I have had history with. Tell me, Arata, did Chelsea get that letter after all? She hasn’t written back to me and it’s been about a month or so, I hope she’s safe dealing with someone like you, power hungry and a little bit full of himself because he’s bringing up a prodigy in the sport and holding onto titles galore in many companies-- oh, that’s right, Jacob Senn, but that’s something to tackle for another time, Arata.
You got the best of me at Hardcore Havoc, in rules I had to adapt to on the spot, and yet you don’t see me demanding a match again because of a matchtype that was truly in your own favor, Shogun bastard. You know why? Because you’re pathetic as can be, you’re a waste of space, and look at you now… You can’t get over your own past, you couldn’t leave Reginald alone, and now, you left Jaydanne all alone in Japan when he was getting beaten up because he had left the building when-- ah, yes, Jacob Senn took your title away. Does that make you a liability, right now? Well, in my own opinion and my own personal experiences…. Yes, it fucking does, and guess what… That’s all I needed to hear going into this match. For you, someone like you that’s about the pride and bringing respect to the game, this is unlikely of you. Something’s gotten into you-- oh, yeah, Jacob Senn. He’s really on your mind, isn’t he? Yeah, it’s a good thing I’m teaming with him in Wrestleworld in a few weeks against you and your… puppy friend, who’s got the mind of, uhhh… how do I put this simply without hurting your reputation going into this… he’s got the mind of an adolescent child, but that’s all I’m going to say. Arata, it’s just been recently that you’ve just not been showing those strengths that I have been through, what the many before me have been through. It’s like you’ve been weakened overtime, and it just takes the right person to know you off your perch, and that right person, Arata… is not Jacob Senn, it’s me.
Ha. See what I did there? I get this vibe that any mention of the real Shogun of Wrestleworld or even SSW would get to you very quickly, and maybe it is that but who am I to care? I’m just doing my own thing, I’m just gonna sit back and relax, and watch you twitch a little by the bare mention of his name. Ain’t I right, Jacob Senn’s little bitch.
But finally, oh finally, J.D. fucking Damon. Man, you are one feisty little cunt, aren’t you? You got sooo heated over some comments about a dead stable like Wolvesden and yet, you think you’re so fucking good that you can carry a legacy like no other around with you when you were fucking gone for most of Wolvesden’s lifespan. Or I would have thought that but you made a “return” after “return” after “return” in the span of… maybe a year before you finally put your foot down and stopped all that nonsense. So what made you… officially(?)... come back after all this time? To watch your friend fall at Gooseland, to shame yourself enough that you’ll leave and then come back with a “return” in about a month or two? Damn, I’m surprised that we don’t have a sign outside the front door saying “No J.D. Damons allowed” when you’re exiting stage left and entering stage right like a new man when in reality, it’s just you with a changed look or a changed nickname… Don’t you think that’s a small bit repetitive? Don’t you think that’s a tiny bit dumb? Coming from you, I’m not surprised you’re being this man that thinks he can change in a heartbeat because we all know you can’t. You haven’t in all of this time, to me, you’re just looking up to the future and I don’t blame you one bit when I have accomplishments for days that will always overshadow your entire career as a whole. So think of this as somewhat of a taste as to what will happen at Boiling Point because no matter if it’s with The Ashes or without them, I’ll always prove to you, J.D…
Like a wolf, I never lose. I either win or I learn and J.D, you’ve got a whole lot of learning to do, cunt.
You’ve really got a whole lot to fucking learn about come Boiling Point, but remember...
Wolves… fucking… Aeternum, bitch.
I’ll see you soon."