Post by agnes on Oct 12, 2019 3:31:07 GMT
Sorry folks, I don't use twitter. I barely know what it is. The only god damn thing I know about it is that OUR president of the United States uses it a lot to make some pretty exciting changes in our nation. Outside of that, I find it a meaningless way for the youth of the world to waste time. So, if I want to communicate with somebody, I just have to do it the old fashion way ...by being a god damn wrestler and cutting a god damn promo.
Jungle Girl, this is what you would call a promo. It is something you have never been able to cut a day in your life ...even though you have been in the business long enough to know fucking better. But still, nobody seems to be able to get more than two sentences out of you most of the time. And it has nothing to do with you being raised by wolves or whatever excuse you want to make for being a bad wrestler. So, to get your attention and maybe get more than a blanket statement out of you, I am going to risk alienating some fans by calling you out. Yeah, yeah, yeah ...by this point, you have yourself a following and people that love you for who you are. And I get that. I was right there with you and still am. But you have something that I want.
Jungle Girl, I want some fucking retribution.
You see, you probably don't remember this, but you have a pinfall victory over me from a few years back in P10W. That loss has haunted me ever since. I lost to fucking gimmick! It is gimmicks like yours that have cost me opportunities. They were goofy in the eighties, even more obnoxious on the cable scene in the 90's, and they are just plain obnoxious now. So how the fuck do you think I felt when I finally made my comeback to wrestling just to be pinned by the one thing that cost me my career the first time around? I didn't want to conform or put on a funny outfit, so I was relegated to the bottom of the barrel independent promotions. Meanwhile, sell-outs like you get the big checks, they get the opportunities at the big gold. What about me? What about Agnes?
So you came out there in your stupid loin cloth, playing it off as that wasn't some kind of fetish, and you beat me at my own game. Don't get me wrong, I respect what you were able to do. Underneath your incompetence as a wrestler and that damned gimmick, is a whole hell of a lot of potential. I thought "well, at least she will go onto be something after this." And now we are here, three years later ...and what have you done with yourself? Absolutely nothing. You are in the same place now that you were then. I took a fall to you in a hardcore match just for you squander that opportunity. What a fucking waste.
So, gimmick, here is the deal now. I'm back in the states and I have two goals: finally win some damn gold and batter bodies that are in my way. You have a win over me, that puts you directly in my crosshairs. Unfortunately for you, the two of us are signed to the same fed again and I want that victory that you squandered. Unlike you, I am going to do something with that win. Not only will I leave your violent pile in the middle of the ring, but I'll use that march my way to what I truly desire. I will be holding that World Championship and I will climb over your carcass to get there. That's right, you and me ...and let's do it like old times. You step back into my world in a hardcore match. Let's do it one better this time. We'll let the fans bring the weapons. They both love us. Let's really see which one of us they favor. Will they help you, the pandering gimmick or will they add to my arsenal based on the years of hard work I put into this industry. I think we both know which one of us they are going to favor, but it doesn't really matter.
And maybe once this war is all said and done, you'll, for once in your god damn life, learn a lesson. MAYBE you will reach your potential and be something in this business. And if you put up the fight that I KNOW you have in there ...maybe I'll shake your hand afterwards.
What do you say, gimmick?
