Post by MasterEvil on Feb 10, 2017 21:18:08 GMT
There you go again. You fail once again. Every time you take one step forward you take two backwards. First you got made to look the first thing a shop would try to sell during the January sales in the first FSW main event and then you not only couldn’t handle yourself in that triple threat but you also got pinned off somebody else’s finisher like some weak little bitch!
“Sh-Shut up…”
Why should I shut up? Can you handle the truth when it is staring you right in the face? Didn’t you once say that you needed to start this year with victory to help prove your worth around here? But look at you now. Instead of proving your worth to FSW you simply proved what everyone – from everybody else in the roster to every single person that enters the arena every week – already know about you. You don’t belong here at all.
You’re a loser.
You’re a failure.
You’re a disgrace to professional wrestling.
You’re an embarrassment to Extreme Wrestling Corporation.
You’re even an embarrassment to your little Sarah…
“Don’t you dare mention my daughter!”
Oh, did I touch a nerve there? So what? What are you going to do about it? Scream like the hothead you are? Cry like the bitch you are? Or are you simply going to suck like the loser you’ve always been for the past twenty-two years? Wasn’t twenty-seventeen supposed to be your year? It is more like a year of shits and giggles for that is the only thing that can be used to describe your performances you worthless loser. Oh yeah punch your locker door. How tough you are, hitting something that can’t strike you back. Then again…if you actually hit a person they’d just knock your stupid, ugly, ass out without breaking a sweat.
“Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!!!”
No! No! No! See? I can play your stupid games too. Oh? Are you crying like a little bitch now? Good! Cry more! That’s all you’re ever good for! Why else did Sebastian got bored of you? Why else haven’t Chad and Gemma tried to find you at all? You’re nothing more than a cry baby! A big, stupid, ugly cry baby! How can anyone love a loser like you! If Sarah ever grows up to be anything like her disappointing mother then she’ll commit suicide before she reaches twenty.
“…please…stop…”
Aww, you’re begging now. But no. You need a reality check and this is it. You always think you’re trying your best to be something you’re not.
A winner.
Someone relevant.
Someone who deserves to be on Future Stars of Wrestling.
What you really are is something much, much, simpler…you try, struggle and fail over, and over, and over again to be a success for the truth is something that everyone know, from the fans to your own daughter and even yourself …
You’re born to lose.
Who’s knocking? Quick, wipe those tears away. We can’t let anyone see you in such a state. There we go, no more tears on show. I should be able to hold the rest of them in. Now to open the door and find out who’s the one banging on the locker room door. Who the bloody hell is this guy?
“Hey there-”
Wait, isn’t this one of the stagehands around backstage?
“-your tag match with Amis Shelton against Kitamura Miyoshi and Nick James is up next.”
He shuts the door after finishing his words. So my match is next? Maybe it is true that I am a joke…but what if I win this match? Can I use this match as a last chance saloon to build some badly needed momentum before Hardcore Revolution? Or will I fail once again? Either yes or no I better go out there for this big tag team match. So, after taking a moment to check on myself in a nearby mirror to make sure I won’t shed anymore tears, I open the door and left the locker room before remember to close the door behind myself.
“Sh-Shut up…”
Why should I shut up? Can you handle the truth when it is staring you right in the face? Didn’t you once say that you needed to start this year with victory to help prove your worth around here? But look at you now. Instead of proving your worth to FSW you simply proved what everyone – from everybody else in the roster to every single person that enters the arena every week – already know about you. You don’t belong here at all.
You’re a loser.
You’re a failure.
You’re a disgrace to professional wrestling.
You’re an embarrassment to Extreme Wrestling Corporation.
You’re even an embarrassment to your little Sarah…
“Don’t you dare mention my daughter!”
Oh, did I touch a nerve there? So what? What are you going to do about it? Scream like the hothead you are? Cry like the bitch you are? Or are you simply going to suck like the loser you’ve always been for the past twenty-two years? Wasn’t twenty-seventeen supposed to be your year? It is more like a year of shits and giggles for that is the only thing that can be used to describe your performances you worthless loser. Oh yeah punch your locker door. How tough you are, hitting something that can’t strike you back. Then again…if you actually hit a person they’d just knock your stupid, ugly, ass out without breaking a sweat.
“Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!!!”
No! No! No! See? I can play your stupid games too. Oh? Are you crying like a little bitch now? Good! Cry more! That’s all you’re ever good for! Why else did Sebastian got bored of you? Why else haven’t Chad and Gemma tried to find you at all? You’re nothing more than a cry baby! A big, stupid, ugly cry baby! How can anyone love a loser like you! If Sarah ever grows up to be anything like her disappointing mother then she’ll commit suicide before she reaches twenty.
“…please…stop…”
Aww, you’re begging now. But no. You need a reality check and this is it. You always think you’re trying your best to be something you’re not.
A winner.
Someone relevant.
Someone who deserves to be on Future Stars of Wrestling.
What you really are is something much, much, simpler…you try, struggle and fail over, and over, and over again to be a success for the truth is something that everyone know, from the fans to your own daughter and even yourself …
You’re born to lose.
Who’s knocking? Quick, wipe those tears away. We can’t let anyone see you in such a state. There we go, no more tears on show. I should be able to hold the rest of them in. Now to open the door and find out who’s the one banging on the locker room door. Who the bloody hell is this guy?
“Hey there-”
Wait, isn’t this one of the stagehands around backstage?
“-your tag match with Amis Shelton against Kitamura Miyoshi and Nick James is up next.”
He shuts the door after finishing his words. So my match is next? Maybe it is true that I am a joke…but what if I win this match? Can I use this match as a last chance saloon to build some badly needed momentum before Hardcore Revolution? Or will I fail once again? Either yes or no I better go out there for this big tag team match. So, after taking a moment to check on myself in a nearby mirror to make sure I won’t shed anymore tears, I open the door and left the locker room before remember to close the door behind myself.