Steve
the EX-QUEEN of FW~!
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Feb-22-02 AT 00:24 AM (EDT)](Joey Melton stands in front of a CSWA PRIMETIME backdrop in clothes he probably slept in the night before, his hair pulled back in a pony tail only to keep him from having to mess with it, and hiding behind Bono "Fly" shades.)
Apparently a buck can get you a long distance phone call, but ten million can’t buy a title shot in the CSWA. The purpose for banking the check was to avoid being in ring with splendid marvels like Cameron Cruise, a key piece in Merritt’s production of “The CSWA: And The Band Played On.”
If that rubs you the wrong way Cruise, so be it. But before you saddle up next to Rudy and stumble at relocating your wit, consider where the two of us are at in our lives.
A bad day for me is turning over in bed and realizing my first instinct the night before was right. A redheaded local model’s breasts were too small. But Cameron when ending the night on the last aspirin most any decision that follows will be a judgment call. Such it was whether or not to phone the offices and relay word I’d lower myself to spending three minutes with you.
A off day for you is losing a shot at the Greensboro Title. I know what you’re thinking, one leads to the other. If you only could have won the most meaningless belt in all of wrestling, you’d soon be on your way to bedding an A cup by accident. Don’t think so kid. The only way you’ll score in that vein is traveling the same road Eddy Love took there, by stealing a pickup and crashing for a night at Maw and Paws’.
You see just like every other piece in Merritt’s ensemble you’re the equivalent of a little brother being forced to wear hand-me-downs. Cruise you may be able to fit into a Hornet V-neck, or Eli Flair’s 7th grade Members Only jacket but never do yourself the dishonor of thinking your cheap, undeserving ass can fit into anything broken in by the man who popped the CSWA’s cherry.
I heard that fool Wicked Sight rambling on in San Jose about the dark cloud hanging over the CSWA, the world has been changed but we’re not sure in what cruel way. It’s called winning at all costs you idiots, it’s the first lesson you need to learn before you drop Joey Melton’s name. Oh my Guns is back, Eli and Troy half killed each other. Instead of nearly wetting yourself on national TV, I hesitate to say international, as I’ve heard Chad is still having problems in Mexico, try thanking your lucky stars that some people in this place are doing what they can to sell a few more papers and put another dollar in your pocket. You know Cruise you can do a lot with a dollar.
If you and the rest of the band are already worried sick over the stakes being raised, don’t bother showing in San Diego. Instead of tuning up your green ass I can throw fifty down on Sweet Melissa, carry her to the ring and have a public workout. There’s a zoo in ‘dem parts Cruise, maybe you’re better suited to cleaning up enlarged elephant poo, then in some way we will be alike, seeing as how I’ve come back to clean up Merritt’s mess.
If you do manage to quiet those shaky boots, I guess I’m now contractually obliged to go old school. Fifty bucks for Melissa or three minutes for a pretty easy win, in all honestly Cameron I hope you’ll do the right thing and save me a little bit of money.
Apparently a buck can get you a long distance phone call, but ten million can’t buy a title shot in the CSWA. The purpose for banking the check was to avoid being in ring with splendid marvels like Cameron Cruise, a key piece in Merritt’s production of “The CSWA: And The Band Played On.”
If that rubs you the wrong way Cruise, so be it. But before you saddle up next to Rudy and stumble at relocating your wit, consider where the two of us are at in our lives.
A bad day for me is turning over in bed and realizing my first instinct the night before was right. A redheaded local model’s breasts were too small. But Cameron when ending the night on the last aspirin most any decision that follows will be a judgment call. Such it was whether or not to phone the offices and relay word I’d lower myself to spending three minutes with you.
A off day for you is losing a shot at the Greensboro Title. I know what you’re thinking, one leads to the other. If you only could have won the most meaningless belt in all of wrestling, you’d soon be on your way to bedding an A cup by accident. Don’t think so kid. The only way you’ll score in that vein is traveling the same road Eddy Love took there, by stealing a pickup and crashing for a night at Maw and Paws’.
You see just like every other piece in Merritt’s ensemble you’re the equivalent of a little brother being forced to wear hand-me-downs. Cruise you may be able to fit into a Hornet V-neck, or Eli Flair’s 7th grade Members Only jacket but never do yourself the dishonor of thinking your cheap, undeserving ass can fit into anything broken in by the man who popped the CSWA’s cherry.
I heard that fool Wicked Sight rambling on in San Jose about the dark cloud hanging over the CSWA, the world has been changed but we’re not sure in what cruel way. It’s called winning at all costs you idiots, it’s the first lesson you need to learn before you drop Joey Melton’s name. Oh my Guns is back, Eli and Troy half killed each other. Instead of nearly wetting yourself on national TV, I hesitate to say international, as I’ve heard Chad is still having problems in Mexico, try thanking your lucky stars that some people in this place are doing what they can to sell a few more papers and put another dollar in your pocket. You know Cruise you can do a lot with a dollar.
If you and the rest of the band are already worried sick over the stakes being raised, don’t bother showing in San Diego. Instead of tuning up your green ass I can throw fifty down on Sweet Melissa, carry her to the ring and have a public workout. There’s a zoo in ‘dem parts Cruise, maybe you’re better suited to cleaning up enlarged elephant poo, then in some way we will be alike, seeing as how I’ve come back to clean up Merritt’s mess.
If you do manage to quiet those shaky boots, I guess I’m now contractually obliged to go old school. Fifty bucks for Melissa or three minutes for a pretty easy win, in all honestly Cameron I hope you’ll do the right thing and save me a little bit of money.