Post by agnes on Oct 19, 2019 1:30:45 GMT
Twenty six years since the cartoony era of the mid-90's and this is how far we've come...
A God damn, mother fucking gimmicked Alien.
Guys ...
I can't. I just fucking can't.
I fought my way back to the wrestling industry just to be facing another fucking cartoon character again. You people killed my fucking career back in the 90's because if you wanted to hit the big time, you needed some stupid personality to appeal to the kids. And yeah, I know, you're married to the gimmick. You're going to tell me that you really ARE an alien. And you're going to tell me that you come and peace and to research ...and all of that fucking shit that many people trying to "live the gimmick" say. But at the end of the day, you're just another fucking God damn gimmick meant to make us and our fucking industry look like a God damn joke.
Let me tell you something. You're stepping into the ring by a woman with a woman whose career was killed by people like you. You are stepping into the ring with a woman who despite working every God Damn day of her life was told she wasn't good enough because they had to get some cheesy persona over in the main event. In the scramble, a very important is on the line, and you're going to come into representing the very thing that almost killed this business; the very thing that made it almost impossible for me to put a meal on my kids table. You are the reason that my paydays were so small. You are the reason that I was considered a small time indy act, and other less talented people were considered "money main eventers." It got even worse if had I booked ANYTHING in Memphis. I once lost to a Valentine's Day Heart Monster there. You are the reason that I had to start all over again in this business.
But fortunately, I was assured that the wrestling world has changed. I was told that we moved the fuck on from cartoony cheesy gimmicks. I came back looking forward to facing real competitors in the ring. Our business has come so fucking far and yet, STILL, I have to fight a fucking girl pretending to be a fucking space alien. We still have people trying to suck the entertainment tit of Sports Entertainment ...and milking it fucking dry. As much as I am supposed to be a relic of the past, I have more in common with this modern era of grappling than someone like you EVER will. Because performers like you...
I'm sorry ...
Straight up prostitutes like you are a damn near antiquated these days and I am going to prove to you why during this scramble. If you tell me that to win a title I have to split the skull of some goof ball pretending to be fucking E.T, then fuck yeah, I won't just do it. I am going to fucking enjoy it. Between you and Joanna, the promoters have given me an open salad bar of things I hate that I can break in the middle of the ring. But above all else, I am not going to let someone LIKE YOU win what is supposed to be a prestigious title in this company. The Revolutionary title is the gate way to the main event, not Pee Wee's Fucking Playhouse. I am going to make sure that title has that shine it needs and not a blight on it with it's first fucking champion.
But just to humor your desperate ass. Fine. I'll pretend that you really are a fucking space alien who is here to observe our weird customs because I am going to show the most primal customs we have live and in person. And I am going to show you what fucking Americans do with God Damn Aliens trying to invade my fucking ring ...I am going to build a FUCKING wall of violence and pain to keep other fuckers like you from coming back in and tainting what should be an honored damn profession.
Welcome to fucking Earth, Asshole.
