That’s a good thing, isn’t it? Wasn’t this something that you always wanted?
I never really cared, to tell you the truth...They can hate me, love me, befriend me, I don’t care. Just at least have the decency to shut the fuck up about me.
Why complain, if you don’t care?
I’m not complaining...I’m just explaining how I feel. That’s all.
Hm..if you say so. When you first arrived here, did you ever think that people would dislike you, because you were doing what you did best?
Most certainly...it comes with the territory. You put out your best effort day in, and day out, only just to have people malign you, because they don’t agree with how you went about doing it. It’s funny because I they go about doing what they do, and yet no one else seems to care about. Yet, when I go on and babble for 3 hours, they want to go ahead and cry about it. No one ever told them to listen to my promos.
You can’t expect everyone to be content with what you do. Come on, you do know that you go on, and on, for a long time. I know you know that...
Yes, I do...but so what. It’s not problem if other people don’t like it.
Then they end up not liking you...
Then so be it...I don’t like them either. Why should I be around a bunch of narrow minded pricks, who bitch and complain, when they don’t get what they want?
Is that you really think of them?
I most certainly do...their informal gluttony makes me sick. I just can’t stand the fact that I have to work with these people. I stay away from them as far as possible personally. Professionally...I have no other choice.
Yea, I got you. You as a person, don’t feel that it’s necessary to talk to people that you work with. Which is why you don’t care about the people you work with...or work for. Which is perfectly fine. I don’t get it where it comes in professionally though. Isn’t it the same thing?
No, it’s totally different, in it’s entirety. When I have to do things professionally, it just means I have to wrestle, do an interview on a program, or do a promo. If I don’t do neither of these things, then I lose credibility as a performer.
Care to elaborate?
Sure...It’s simple. I don’t know why you’re not getting this. Basically, if I don’t show up for a match...then I get fired. If I don’t perform up to par with my opponent in a match, then I lose. If I don’t do my promos, talking shit about my opponents, then I don’t get to show people that I’m focused, and I want to win whatever match it is, that I would be going into. But when I do all of those things, it’s as if I never did them in the first place...it’s as if I whatever I do, I still lose. Regardless of how many promos I do, or long they are, it’s as if everyone has a problem with them. Then when I win a match, it’s like I was never there. Like my victory didn’t count for anything....no matter what I do, professionally, it’s like I’m in a lose/lose situation. For some reason, that just can’t be right...
It isn’t right. It’s complete bullshit, when you think about it. You work hard for what you do, and everyone seems to disparage you, for every single thing that you do. And that’s fucked up...
Very fucked up...can’t understand how in the world, someone can put out as much effort as I do, yet still get treated like shit? You’d think I was Mungbean or something! Hell...I might as well be Mungbean!
Wait...wait, don’t go there. You know that Mungbean is nowhere near your level of greatness. You’re just underused, and underappreciated. No one understands you, and what you do. That’s why they resent what you do, and how you go about doing it. You just have ignore all of the bullshit that they talk, about you.
That’s what I’ve been doing. I’ve been trying best, and they keep saying the same shit about me...over and over again. The shit is getting old, and I’m getting real sick and tired of it. And you know what happens when I get fed up with people treating me like shit.
Yes...I do. It’s what ultimately landed you in prison this year...I don’t think you need to go down that route again.
Oh, but that’s what I have to do...it’ll just to teach people a lesson. If I can make one man, who was in a stable of high magnitude, get a restraining order on me, because he was afraid of me...imagine what terrible things I can do to man of lesser value. Who’s alone, and has no one to run too. I tried to suppress these thoughts, but I can no longer take it...
Max, don’t do it....don’t. Doing that will only make things worse. You remember what happened after you attacked the Tribe don’t you?
Yea..I went to jail, and Aidan Collins cried like a bitch. Big fucking deal...I guess I have to make more people cry, maybe make more even bleed. I tried being the quiet guy, who just did his job, went home, and lived in seclusion. I guess those days are over. I didn’t want to return to the Maximus that hurt those dudes back at Bad Medicine 2007. I guess in XWF, you can never just come in and be a regular wrestler.
Ugh...I still don’t think that you should be doing this. But if that’s what you want to do...then so be it. Just who will you going after. That’s all I want to know.
Whoever I feel like going after. It could the World Champion today, it could be the Owner of the XWF tomorrow. I don’t care...I don’t give a fuck about anyone in the XWF. They all took a big crap on me...now I’m going to take a big crap on them.
So I guess that means there’s trouble ahead for Krazzy Kidd?
Spice One actually...apparently Krazzy Kidd is on a “mental” vacation. Either, they’re still both the same to me. Spice One posses the same body that Krazzy Kidd uses. In my opinion, I’m still facing the piece of garbage that I hated since the very first time I laid eyes on him.
I’m pretty sure that he isn’t very fond of you either.
Oh..he’s not. He hate me just as much. He doesn’t like the fact that I make little pop shots at him in my promos from time to time. I guess he doesn’t like being made fun of, as he wants people to take him seriously.
I guess when you look like a clown, and then wear a ridiculous, it’s hard for people to take you seriously...
That’s the same thing that I said to myself. Which goes to the main reason why I couldn’t stand him, the moment he stepped into the XWF.
Well, why is that?
It’s simple...he’s an overrated, fat piece of shit. Who’s a waste of space, life, and time. He doesn’t deserve to be a champion...he doesn’t deserve to get in the ring with me.
He does deserve to get his ass kicked though...
Yea...that’s about it. As he’s the only one who feels that he that I deserve to get my ass kicked...and maybe I do. But let’s face it...no one can kick my ass. Especially him. You couldn’t kick my ass on his best day, and me at my worst.
Sounds like a lot of trash talking...you sure about that?
Positive. Even when he was the U.S. Champ, and I was the Hart Champ back in 2004. I knew I could run wrestle circles around him. He was a joke then, and he’s a joke now.
Hm...2004. When you first won the Hart Championship, and he was the U.S. Champion? I remember that time. You even thought that you were better than him then?
I most certainly did...and I was ready for Jon to book a match between me and him. I was dying to face him...to show everyone that the “great” U.S. Champion was nothing more than worthless, shitty wrestler. I just wanted to show everyone, that even me as the Hart Champion, was capable of being one of the “best” that the XWF had.
Did people really think he was the “best”? Surely they were high or something...
That’s what I said to myself every time he got a praise for doing his retarded promos. I would just shake my head every time I saw someone get on their knees and blow him off, for doing absolutely nothing.
Jealousy?
Ha! Ha! No...not even in the slightest. I just thought it was quite ridiculous, that he was the one getting all of the attention, when what he was doing was complete crap, compared to what I was doing. Which was simply going out to the ring and performing better than everyone in the company. He would say a few stupid lines, and have everyone getting wet in their panties. It wasn’t jealousy coming from me...just stupidity coming from him.
Is that all?
No, I’m not done. As far I’m concerned, the man is a filthy, cock sucking hypocrite. He has the nerve to get mad at me for making jokes on him in my promos, when in fact, he would take a few pop shots at me back then. Had the nerve to call me the “Fart” Champion....could you believe that shit?
Yea...but I can’t believe that you actually remembered him calling you that.
I never forget it when people talk shit about me. Better yet, I don’t forget when people talk shit about me, and then get away with it...and he is one of the many people who has gotten away with it. Now it’s time for him to pay what he owes...which is an ass kicking that is way pass due from yours truly.
But this match doesn’t have any brutality, or extreme violence in it. It’s for your Canadian Championship, in a Canadian Rules match...How badly can you kick his ass in a match like this?
Well, I never said I had to beat him to a pulp in this match. Simply out wrestling him, and out performing him is what I intend on doing. It’ll be easier that bashing his head with a steel chair. I have a whole lot more fun embarrassing my opponents with my skills, than using something that will diminish my in-ring prominence. Krazzy...or Spice, has no idea what he’s gotten himself into.
Especially with the hatred that you both have for each other...this match should be great.
Good is what I would like to say. He’s a decent wrestler...but I’m a great wrestler. Combine the both of them, and the only outcome you’re going to be able to get from that is good...nothing more, nothing less. Having an intense hatred for him, is only a plus.
Then with your Canadian title on the line, is that making things better or worse?
Hm...actually, I can’t say if it does, or if it doesn’t. Regardless of if the title was on the line or not, he’s going to be getting his balls ripped off, chopped up, and it will be forced fed to him for the whole world to see. As far as I’m concerned, he’s not worthy of holding the Canadian Championship. He’s not fit for the bill to become the Canadian Champion, and doesn’t have the right skills to be the Canadian Champion.
Yea, from what you’re telling me, his skills aren’t good enough to be the Canadian Champion. You think the Xtreme Championship would suit him better?
Yes...it did, and then he lost it. To his own old ally. It’s kind of sad when you think about it.
It would be sad if you were to lose to him...wouldn’t it?
I don’t even want to think about losing. Doing that, then I already lost the match. I already have a victory in mind, because for one..I’m just that damn great. Secondly, I can’t let Spice One get over on me...then third, I don’t want him tarnishing the reputation of the Canadian Championship. The man thinks that the country is only wonderful because it has great marijuana! Do you really think that having a pothead would be great for representing the country of Canada?
Well...when you think about it...no. But you’re an alcoholic, so I don’t think that it makes a difference. Besides that point that you’re a better wrestler than he is..
Right...and I wouldn’t call myself an alcoholic, I just like to drink. Regardless of that, what else is the country known for?
Free Health Care...hot chicks...cold weather...moose’s....and great wrestlers...
BINGO!! Something that he is not! Which is everything that I am! Spice One...it’s really great that it has to be this way. Defeating him will be one of the best title defenses that I have had thus far.
Then I guess you have this match in the bag then...you have your skills, you have your hate, and your anger. All of the right recipes to take to the next level and move on to greatness...
...Which is the universal truth. With all of those things combine, I use them all to go through the Last Profundis. Now that will be all for tonight...
With that said, a tall figure can now be seen standing in the dark. As this figure begins to come into the light, the man known as Terry Mortale, XWF superstar Maximus, can be seen walking out of the darkness and into the light. Maximus leaves the location, and begins to wonder about. In the room itself lies an old wooden chair, and standing in front of it, a tall mirror. With the chair just sitting there, staring at it’s own reflection.
Maximus makes his way up stairs from his basement, and reaches the first floor of his phone. Then all of a sudden, Maximus’s cell phone begins to ring. Maximus reaches in his pocket and takes out his phone. He looks at the caller ID, to take a look at who’s calling him. With the grin the comes upon his face, it looks like someone that he was looking to talking too. Maximus then answers the phone, and begins to speak...
XVII. The Solution
October 25, 2008
12:11 AM
Manhasset, Long Island, NY
Maximus: Andre...you and Shane ready?
The person who responds, is indeed Andre. As you can hear him retort in his usual brash tone.
Andre: Yea..we’ll be outside in a few minutes.
Maximus: Alright...cool. I’ll get ready.
Maximus doesn’t say another word and hangs up the phone. Maximus then places the phone back in his pocket, and then turns around to head upstairs. Maximus makes his way up the stairs, walking as silently as possible. Te reason being, because he doesn’t want to wake up his wife while she’s sleeping. Then when she does, she’ll ask what he’s doing up, and where he’s doing. Maximus would hate to be the bearer of bad news, and tell her that he’s about to witness his brothers kill their neighbor....
A neighbor, who Jasmine thinks, is a very nice and humble man. Who works hard to make a decent living for his family...only if she really knew.
Maximus continues to make his way up the stairs silently, not making a sound. He finally makes it to the top of the stairs and enters another hallway. This one, leading to the bedrooms of the house. Maximus walks a few feet and walks pass his daughter’s room, then his son’s room. They’re both empty, as they are both in Brooklyn with their maternal Grandparents. Maximus then walks a few more feet, and then enters the master bedroom of the house, his bedroom.
Once Maximus get’s inside, he looks straight ahead, and theirs Jasmine. Laying down in their King sized bed, unconscious, resting for the night...sleeping peacefully. Maximus makes his way over to her, and kisses her on the forehead. She smiles...knowing that it’s her husband...knowing that he’s alright. Maximus moves away from the bed, and then walks over to his closet. He takes out an very old rugged, and roughed out hoodie. That looks as if it hasn’t been washed in ages. Maximus than puts that on, and then puts on a pair of boots. He pats down his pockets, to see if he’s missing anything, but he seems fine. Maximus then walks out of the room and heads back downstairs.
Well...this is it. This is the time that that snake bastard is going to pay for his crimes. I can’t say that I feel sorry for what’s to come for him...some part of me wishes that I can feel sorry. But ultimately I can’t. He killed my old friend Richie, he had that murdering bastard Sean working for him, and then he had my good friend Stephen under his thumb. Making him do things that he didn’t feel comfortable doing. He’s even the reason why King and Darwyn went to kill his niece. It’s time for Arnold to meet his maker...
With those thoughts that were just racing through Maximus’s head, he didn’t notice that he had made to the front window of his family room. It startles him a little bit, but he ignores it. Maximus then takes a peek through the blinds, to see if his brothers have made it outside yet. He also checks to see if Arnold is home. To his surprise...he is. Arnold didn’t leave home ever since he and Maximus had their encounter earlier on in the afternoon.
All of a sudden, Maximus’s cell phone begins to ring. He takes his phone out of his pocket, and sees that it’s Shane calling him this time. Maximus answers...
Maximus: Yea...
Shane: Yo, you ready TJ?
Maximus: Yea...
Shane: Alright, cool! We’re outside.
Maximus: Great...I’ll be out in a minute.
Maximus hangs up the phone before Shane could say another word. Maximus then walks out of his family room ,and into the hallway. Maximus then down the hallway and towards the door. Before he is able to turn the knob to get out of the house, Maximus’s cell phone starts ringing again. Maximus reaches in his pocket and takes out his phone again. Then he sees that it’s Shane calling once again.
Maximus picks up the phone once again, this time sounding a little frustrated.
Maximus: What the fuck? I said I’m coming outside right now.
Shane begins to speak, sounding as if it was his birthday.
Shane: Yo! This idiot is walking outside of his house, and is walking to his car!
Maximus: So...?
Shane: Andre’s getting out of the car to go and get him! He’s gonna take his car his, and then we’re gonna drive somewhere to get ride of this mother fucker...you bet-
Maximus quickly hangs up the phone, and doesn’t let Shane finish his sentence...
Maximus then opens the front door to his house, and steps onto his veranda. Maximus then looks ahead of him and sees the car that Shane and Andre had drove in. Maximus then looks up, to Arnold’s house, and sees Andre slowly creeping up behind Arnold, who’s trying to get into his car. Maximus sees that Andre has his 9MM pistol out is his hand. Maximus doesn’t know if Andre is going to shoot Arnold in the back of the head, or if he’s going to shoot him in his back. Even though Shane said that they’re going to be going somewhere else...Maximus knows that his brother Andre isn’t very good at following through with plans.
Andre finally get’s behind Arnold, and doesn’t shoot him. Instead Andre quickly pistol whips Arnold in the back of his head! Knocking Arnold to the floor, unconscious. Andre then opens the door to the drivers seat, and then pops open the trunk to Arnold’s car. Andre then lifts up Arnold, with ease, carries him over to the back of the car, and then throws his body into the trunk of the car. Andre then picks up Arnold’s car keys from the floor, and then get’s into the drivers seat of the car. Andre starts the ignition, and then backs out of the driveway quickly, and then pulls into the middle of the street.
BEEP! BEEP!
Maximus takes his attention off of Arnold’s and then looks at the vehicle that Shane and Andre drove in. Maximus knew that this was a sign for him to get in, the car so that they can finally leave. Maximus then starts walking off of his veranda, and get’s into his brother’s car, without hesitation. Maximus enters on the passenger side, and then finds himself seated next to his brother Shane.
Shane: Alright, you ready?
Maximus responds, but doesn’t sound too enthused.
Maximus: Yea..let’s go.
Then with that said, Shane quickly whips the car around, and then drives off in the street. Maximus looks behind him and sees that Andre is following them. Maximus feels a little content about all of this. He feels what he’s doing is right, but knows that what’s going to go down, and the way how it’s going to go down, is going to have to change...
***
October 25, 2008
1:46 AM
Long Island Sound, NY
After a few minutes of speeding drive, Shane comes to a stop in the middle of nowhere. Maximus doesn’t know where he is, and quite frankly, it doesn’t matter where he is...the only thing Maximus knows is that they are in a wooded area, with a placid beach adjacent to it. Maximus get’s out of the car, and so does Shane. Andre hasn’t arrived yet, and they both starting to wonder, where could he be.
Maximus then turns his head and looks at and sees that Shane is already getting ready for Andre’s arrival with Arnold’s body. He really looks as if he wants to get this done and over with. Maximus on the other hand, is looking as normal as ever. He’s not nervous or anxious, he’s just being is normal calm self.
Then all of sudden, deep within the woods, Maximus and Shane hear a car engine, rumbling and thrusting through the leaves and branches. Then suddenly, the car that Andre was driving in suddenly appears, and parks right next to Shane’s car. Andre then jumps out of the car, looking like a malicious killer, ready to get this job over with. Andre then walks to the back of the car, and opens the trunk, and there’s Arnold...laying there, eyes wide open, and blood pouring from his head. He doesn’t look frantic about this situation. It looks as if he’s ready for what’s to come. Andre then grabs him, and pulls him out of the car, and stands him up straight, for all of the guys to see him.
Arnold then looks at all three of them, and doesn’t look surprised to Maximus there. He looks a little confused at the site of Shane, and then he looks over at Andre and looks very shocked....Arnold then begins to speak...
Arnold: S..So..are you guys here to kill me?
Andre: No...we’re here to have a tickling contest....No shit we’re here to kill you!
Arnold then grins.
Arnold: Great...let’s get this over with shall we? I’ve been waiting for this all day.
Arnold then looks over to Maximus
Arnold: So will you be doing the honor’s Mr. Mortale?
Maximus then looks over at his brothers, and then look back at him. Maximus then looks at Arnold, who’s still waiting for an answer. Maximus then gives it to him...
Maximus: Which Mr. Mortale are you referring to?
Arnold then get’s taken aback by this response. He just got hit with the shocker that these three are brothers!
Arnold: What!? I didn’t know that you were related to Andre!?
Shane: There’s a lot of things that you don’t know about. Like you didn’t know that you were going to be getting some led put in you tonight.
Arnold then looks over at Shane.
Arnold: Who the fuck are you?
Shane: The mother fucker that’s going to kill you, you snake bastard!
Arnold: I don’t even fucking know you!
Shane then runs over to Arnold and pistols whips him, right in the mouth. Maximus can now see that Arnold has a busted lip, and you can see blood leek from his mouth. Arnold then pulls himself together quickly, and shoots a bitter look at Shane.
Arnold: What the fuck did I ever do to you? I don’t even fucking know you!
Shane: So, but you knew my best friend, and you know my boss. And it’s on his orders that you get killed right here, right now.
Arnold: What...? Who the fuck...?
Shane: What...you don’t remember Richie? Don’t remember what you did to him!?
Arnold: I..I...didn’t
Shane: Yea, you didn’t know shit did you. But if you remember Richie, then I guess you know who my boss is? And he hasn’t been to happy about how you screwed him out of lucrative business deals! Now it’s time for you go away now...for good...
With that said, Shane takes his gun out, and points it right in front of Arnold’s face. Andre soon follows his brother, and points the gun at him. With their hands on the trigger and ready to fire, Maximus steps in front of the both of them...
Andre: Terry...what the fuck. Move out of the fucking way!
Maximus: Give me your gun...
Andre: What?
Maximus: I said GIVE ME YOUR GUN!
Andre doesn’t hesitate, and hands his brother his gun. Maximus uses his sleeve to take the gun away from him. Maximus then wipes off the finger prints from the gun, turns around and hands it to Arnold....
Shane: TJ! What the fuck are you doing!?
Maximus doesn’t respond to Shane, but he just looks at Arnold straight in the eye. He begins talking to him, in a harsh tone.
Maximus: You know what you have done wrong...you know that there’s no turning back, and either if you do it yourself, there’s someone here to do it for you....your choice...
Arnold: Wha...wha...alright...
Maximus then turns around and looks at his brothers...as if the job is already been done.
Maximus: Alright...let’s get out of here.
Shane and Andre look at Maximus perplexed, because they don’t know what’s going on. Maximus starts walking towards the car, and then get’s inside of the car, on the passenger side. Maximus looks in the rear view mirror and sees that Andre is now coming to the drivers seat. Maximus still sees that Shane is has his gun pointed at Arnold, but he’s something else also...
Maximus also sees that Arnold has taken the gun, that was given to him, and has pointed at the side of his head. By the looks of Shane’s reaction to this, Maximus know’s what’s about to be done. Shane still has his gun drawn and doesn’t put it down. Then all of a sudden....
BANG!
THUD...
Maximus looks out of the rear view mirror and sees that Arnold is no longer standing...and by the look of horror on Shane’s face, Arnold just did exactly what Maximus was expecting him to do. Arnold has just laid himself to rest...
Andre: I guess...I guess, it’s finally over...
Maximus: Yea...let’s go get this guy, he acts as if he never saw someone die in front of him before...
With that said, Maximus then get’s out of the car, but doesn’t take no more than two steps. As Shane can now be seen walking over towards the car, and quickly jumps into the back seat of the vehicle. Maximus and Andre look at each, and then get in the car themselves. Andre then quickly starts the ignition, and then begins to drive off into the woods...away from the beach...away from Arnold’s dead body...
As their driving into the night, Maximus sits in the passenger seat of the car, and then goes into deep thought....
XVII. The Dance of Eternity
Ugh...man I have a fucking headache right now! I just can’t believe what I just listened to with that retard, brag on and on, about absolutely nothing! I thought I was bad with this trash talking shit...but Spice One, you really take the cake for being the biggest dumbass in the entire company. What makes things better is that you did exactly what I said you were going to do...you screamed, you yelled, and you made no sense what so ever. Talking about the same shit that you did in your last promo, which did not spark any interest of mine at all. All of things that you said were just plain ridiculous to the highest decree of “Massive Retarded Speakage”...that’s something I got from Raziel myself. You see, Spice you might be relentless...which is great for you, because it suits your ever so worthless existence! It’s been fun Spice...it truly has...This is going to be a bitter sweet...bitter more than sweet actually.
I did I mention that you talked about the same shit in your last promo? Yes...I think I did. All I really heard from you, AGAIN, was that how badly you’re going to kick my ass and mop the floor with me...you can’t even mop the dirty floors in your filthy house...yea, I saw the picture of that travesty you call a home. You still want to make it seem as if you’re dangerous and that I should fear you, and that I should be afraid of getting into this match...well the shit didn’t work, okay buddy? Wait...I forgot, we’re nowhere near friends. In fact, I fucking hate you, and all that you stand for.
So let’s just let this be known, Spice Fag, I’m not going to stoop down to your level and yell and scream, like the half-tard that you are...no. I’m going to be as simple, and plain as possible...so that you can comprehend everything I saw loudly and clearly.
Please stop with bullshit rants, that no one gives a fuck about! You want go ahead tell people about me, when you don’t know nothing about me. Sure..I don’t look very happy all of the time. But you know what makes me happy though? Beating the shit out cock sucking faggots like you! You’ve made very clear to me that you’re interested in me personally, than you are professionally...what you want to fuck me or something? Sorry, I like women, who can speak like normal human beings. If you care about me so much Spice..then why don’t you be me then? It’s as if you want to become me...think about it...
You want to do long promos like me, you want to tell people how great you are, and you want to win the Canadian Championship....Now here’s where your problems come in yet a again, fuck tard....you’re promos make people want to go ahead and commit suicide. You have absolutely no depth in your speeches, and they lead to nowhere. They just go around in circles, leading back to same thing, over and over again.
Then with you telling people how great you are...it’s no secret that you suck to all high hell. You even make Q.C. Thug look like a better speaker than you...and that boy is terrible. So what does that make you? Atrocious the word that you would be looking for my friend...I know, it’s bigger than all of the simple minded words that you’re use too. I get it, though. I know I’m the one that goes around saying that I’m great, but the difference between you and me, is that I actually am great, and I have no problem getting off of my high horse and show you what I am made of. So I’m glad you consider yourself as true competition...and you just keep on telling yourself that. As it’s mainly your opinion, and your opinion doesn’t mean not a god damn thing to me...or anyone else for that matter.
Then your void...your emptiness...your skills in general are null and VOID. Getting this Canadian Championship should be the last thing that you should be worried about. As it’s you who’s getting a shot at the World title remember? You’re the one who just went off, doing nothing, and then BOOM! There you go! A World title shot granted from Chad. And what did you do for that? Just talk, and talk, and talk, and walk around the XWF think that you’re this big school, and almighty performer. Just know this dude..I got this title because I wanted it more than your pathetic GM. I fought to hell and back in that Shark Tank, and I made him hate me even more because of it! Now you’re going to hate more than I hate the Black Order...as I will prove to you, and the World, that I will not rest unless this Canadian Championship is in my hands!
There’s not a damn thing, or a damn person, person in this company can do about it, to keep this title away from me. So MIGHT, be able to fill in that void that you have right now. You MIGHT be able to beat me in this match on Sunday. But let’s look at the facts, the truth, and holy spirits themselves...you can’t beat me! So I don’t know what change you’re talking about. But if you need some singles for that five dollar promo that you just handed to me, then I’ll be glad to give it back...wait that’s what I’m doing right now.
So I’ll continue to stand in your way, and make sure you never hold this title, while it’s in my wake. I’ll be standing in your way even if you decide to go after the World Championship, and it’s in my hands. I’ll stand in your way if you have to go potty, when you go running to the little girls room. You’re little mind games...you’re little tricks...have had no effect on me at all. You didn’t learn anything from what I said last time about your little “games”. Well...let me just make this clear for you right now...I’m not here to play “Game”, I’m not here to play around. You want to go ahead and play games, then you need to get out of the XWF right now. I’m not here to play around! I don’t do this for fun you dumb, sloppy , fat piece of malevolent shit! I’m here to carve my name in stone as one of the greatest wrestlers of all time! You on the other hand, just want to hurt others, who you feel are less superior than you...once again Spice Cunt...nice try, but it definitely didn’t work one me.
I don’t need hobbies, and I do need any extra curricular activities...the only things that make me happy in life is wrestling, and embarrassing those who can’t. But if you want to get a hobby Spice, I can do that for you.
(Talks like a Afro-American Slave) Yessa Massa! I’s get’s reals nice hobbiez fo ya’s!
Go fuck yourself Spice...don’t worry what the fuck I do, and don’t you ever tell me what it is I need to do. Coming to the Champ and trying to tell him what to do? No..that’s not how it works. I believed I told you to do something for me, and yet you still haven’t done it. Go read a fucking book! And learn to spell properly!! You make my illiterate baby sister look smarter than you. So what does that say huh? You’re just a dumb muscle who has nothing in life to live for? I think so...you claim to be so depressed and lonely, the only you WANT is the Canadian Championship to make your life feel like worth living again...
Look at the key word I just used there Spice...WANT. You have a strong passion for the business, something I can commend you on, but you’re letting that passion, with the combination of depression, blind your vision of what’s true and real. What’s the truth? The truth is that your blindness is allowing to not see the biggest picture, that would be laid out in front of you, if you weren’t such a douche. And that my friend is...that you’re facing with someone who NEEDS this title. Your facing the man who NEEDS to hold to this title, even if his life has to depend on it. You might say...MAXI-PUSS, YOUR LIFE DOES DEPEND ON IT!”, where in the real world...the place everyone lives...my life doesn’t. Me putting my life on the line to keep this title optional, not mandatory. But what I will do though, to make you happy, is take that option and put my entire into this match, and then walking out the victor. Being the Canadian Champion has already brought “Fulfillment” to my own “Prophecy”...yes, it’s a pun..and you have the audacity to say that I don’t deserve this title. When in fact, it is you who doesn’t deserve anything...not even a mist of spit that would put out your burning body.
Now let me tell you what’s real...which is quite obvious, is that I have the Canadian Championship, and you need to be on a level to make cringe at sound of your name, in order to even have the slightest chance of victory. You what else is real Spice? I laugh at the sound of your name. When James Raven called me and told that I was going up against you...I damn near pissed my pants.
I’m going to do a little personal shoot here...so get very angry after this.
James even came to me and asked me who I wanted to face for the Canadian Championship. The funny thing is, you weren’t even really my first choice. I picked Alias, and then I picked Roxy Nova. You came last on that list, and my words specifically were...”Give me the fucking Clown”. And here you are, doing your shitty promos, and writing big checks that your broke ass can’t cash. I have to thank James for this...and I have you to thank more than anything else. As this was something that I wanted for a long time.
Now that my friend...is REAL
I’m glad that you are able to “see” right through me. With that atrocious mask on, I’m surprised that you’re able to see anything! You really have made some terrible assumptions about, as if you knew me for years and years...wait you did know for a long time..but you didn’t know me that well at all. I had something more to live for, while you have nothing to live for. I live to wrestle, you live for sluts and weed. See how we both differentiate? You think that just because you can excite more people than I can, that you already have this one in the bag. You’re an entertainer, I’m a wrestler...that’s another way how we differentiate. You’re weak, make a lot of noise, and talk a lot of shit. Rendering as a weakling in the eyes of the great ones. You see Spice... the strong move quiet, and the weak cause riots...then this talk of your “Revolution” will most definitely cause a riot, as there will be many who oppose it. The ones that move quietly, will be the ones who will most definitely end it. I, the strong one, will be putting an end it on Sunday night. While you, the weak, will sit there and bitch when it’s all over. Are you still not seeing the differentiation?
No mater...you’re still slow, you’re still retarded. So therefore you have say how capable you are of “seeing” through me. I see through you from a 3000 miles away, running towards Graceland. So I can already see who you’ll be gathering for whatever, “Revolution” that you’re going to start. All I know is that it’ll be another rendition of the lackluster stable, known as the Black Order. So have your fun, and have your “riots” as you weakling normally tend to do. I, on the other hand, will continue to hold my Canadian Championship graciously, and “quietly” move along to greatness...somewhere that you’ll never be.
Then really, I truly cannot understand a fucking word that you are talking about, as you go on from one subject to next. First you talk about me, then you go ahead and talk making money, then you go ahead and talk about other useless crap that has nothing to do with our match. So what that you defeated two people in a Steel Cage match at Rage in the Cage? So did Kore, James Raven, and myself! It’s like..ugh...do talk about anything other than yourself! You’re so fucking annoying and stupid that I swear to GOD almighty himself, that I just get dumber when I hear you talk! Then watch you in the ring...oh my god...don’t let me get started on that again. It’s like It’s you invented a new style of crappy wrestling! To me, you have perfected to it’s finest!
My stale attitude might not be all that great to you, but you’re lively attitude isn’t that great to me either. But what where one man lacks, the other is able to pick up...right? You have the exciting promos right? You make Dan Fierce want to get on his knees and blow like there is no tomorrow..right? He thinks you’re entertaining...maybe you two should hook. Either way, you have people on their feet with you’re 55 IQ leveled speeches. While I might have the stale personality, I make up for it with phenomenal in-ring talent. Which is something that you will never ever get in your grasp, so that you’ll be able to tarnish the great name of professional wrestling, with terrible gimmick that you’re showcasing to the entire world.
So there’s no hiding from me, not anymore. I will come out of “hiding”, just to personally kick your ass. Yes, this is personal. As I personally hate you. I never want to come up to in the locker because your just not worth my time. I might even bore you with just a simple “hello”. I’m glad I have that much impact over people where it’s that easy for making people go to sleep with my words. My words make people to sleep...your wrestling skills make people want to never watch wrestling again. So go ahead and talk about all of the people that you have defeated...go ahead, do the same thing that Chad did. Then after Sunday is over, you will realize that I will never join that list of names, of people that you have defeated. But you can put me down on another list though...you can put me down as one of the people that you will never defeat..for as long as I am alive and well, Spice Cunt...you will never beat me.
Wow...all I have to say is wow. You really think I look like Weird Al? Man that is fucking awesome. Dude...I love Weird Al! That’s not even my High School picture that you had put up...but it’s fucking cool though. I love it. It’s truly an honor for you to do that for me...so let me honor you with something. I’m going to stoop down to your level, so bear with me....
I know that you’re an ugly fuck under that mask. That’s why you choose to hide under it all of the time. Then when you’re Krazzy Kidd, you put on that ridiculous face paint. Which is all fine and dandy, as we all know what you look like underneath it all....take a look....
....Yea...Now say “below me” fast three times...
Basically you get the concept...you fuck with me, I fuck you. I an eye for an eye, and blood for blood. You may think that you have gotten over on me by slandering me with nothing, for hours and hours, which led to no avail. You may think that you got this one in the bag CUNT, but all you have is your ugly face, and the depression that you so dearly drag around with you....well, you have your dragged out promos too, but who cares? Not me, not anyone else for that matter.
So I have reached my Eminence’s Supremacy, which as built me up to my Fractal Point. The only that you have managed to Carve into my head were those ridiculous rambling’s of absolute garbage. Your time has come, to face someone better than you, yet again. You have never faced, and will never face again, someone that’s better than me. You can continue to run around and continue to be the laughing stock of the entire promotion, and be the biggest on that you can be. I on the other hand, will have my title, and enjoy my greatness...and greatness is the Dance of Eternity
