Post by jace on Mar 24, 2016 23:30:31 GMT
When I think about having to face members of Bullet Scars it just makes me laugh. It’s like a co-worker coming up to you and telling you a knock knock joke. It’s like going around asking the people at Merriam-Webster to compete in a 5th grade spelling bee. "
I am the GPC World Heavyweight Champion.
I’ve stepped into the ring with John Pariah twice now and proved that no matter how hard he tries or how badly he wants it that he just isn’t good enough to win a match against a world class talent like myself.
And now when I am the single most accomplished wrestler in NJFC and holder of the top prize in this company they decide to place Julian and I in a match against Bullet Scars?
Well you can look at it one of two ways…
The first being that James Peterson has decided to reward myself and Julian for being superior athletes. He is showing his gratitude for the fact that members of The Kingdom are the sole reason that so many wrestlers are beating down his office door to come here and compete in next month’s Tag Team tournament. So as a reward he’s giving us a sparring match against two opponents such as yourselves that can barely even make either one of us break a sweat in the middle of the ring.
Let’s face it boys… I’ve taken shits more strenuous than the both of you.
The other way you can look at this is that the both of you have done something seriously wrong to suffer such a fate. Maybe you farted in James Peterson’s presence during catering. Maybe it’s been Pariah’s lackluster performances in the middle of the ring after LITERALLY begging for the match against me at Stardom. Maybe the thought of the two of you getting utterly destroyed by The Kingdom at Retribution fills Peterson with such joy that he’s as giddy as a schoolgirl about this match.
If I were Peterson that’s EXACTLY what I would do.
Business is good because of people like us in The Kingdom. You don’t beg someone in power to put their faith in you. You don’t go on social media and talk like you have this in the bag only to turn around and come up empty handed for the second fucking time.
People who don’t turn results are failures.
And failures get tossed to the wolves as a lesson that their second rate efforts are not good enough for the people of Japan or for NJFC.
That is the stink that is attached to John Pariah and Bullet Scars right now. This is why these two men have buried their heads in the sand and finally learned to shut the fuck up since Pariah got beat at Stardom. I’m sure if a miracle would have happened. That if Pariah would have somehow managed to beat me that NJFC would be infested with all 895 members of Bullet Scars and John Pariah would have plenty to say about how much of a GOD that he is to the sport of professional wrestling.
That’s what he said, isn’t it?
He asked me what is a King to a God like himself?
Pariah is no GOD. Ciserano is not Jesus. Neither of these men have amounted to fuck all outside of a promotion that Pariah wasn’t helping to run into the ground. Just take a glance over at Boardwalk and you’ll see for yourself. They claimed that Pariah would win the Boardwalk Cup.
Utter failure.
They claimed that together that they would capture the Boardwalk World Tag Team Championship belts.
Utter failure.
I mean if they can’t even hack it in that shit hole in New Jersey then what fucking chance do they stand against The Kingdom? Honestly this doesn’t even have to be a tag team match. Julian doesn’t even have to show up for this match at all. I could walk into this match blindfolded, drunk, and with one of my arms tied behind my back and still walk out victorious in under twenty minutes.
The both of you combined can’t even beat JUSTme.
This is a fact.
Do the smart thing and just walk away. The NJFC roster is growing day by day. With people Cyrus Riddle, Jason Cashe, and others all signing up it just means you’re going to keep falling further and further down the totem pole. Pull a King Flip and just know when you’ve been beaten. At least then you can keep some shred of dignity between the two of you as you continue to barely tread water over in Boardwalk Wrestling.
At least then you’ll live to see another day.
The shame will eventually fade away and you two fags can hold hands while you walk down the aisle of the Comic Con of your choice. You can sit behind a booth with all the other washed up talent and sign your name on little plastic barbie dolls in your likeness while telling stories about how you survived a beating from the Legendary Jason P. Davidson.
There is no miracle elixir that’s going to give you the skills needed to be anymore than a simply annoyance to someone as talented as me.
There is no amount of training or determination that is ever going to put a lowly pack of losers like Bullet Scars on the same playing field as The Kingdom. The only thing you two have to look forward to be showing up for this match is having the heel of my boot buried in the base of your skull as I make you lick the canvas.
You will Bow to the King.
And there is nothing you can do to dethrone me as the Champion of NJFC.
I am the GPC World Heavyweight Champion.
I’ve stepped into the ring with John Pariah twice now and proved that no matter how hard he tries or how badly he wants it that he just isn’t good enough to win a match against a world class talent like myself.
And now when I am the single most accomplished wrestler in NJFC and holder of the top prize in this company they decide to place Julian and I in a match against Bullet Scars?
Well you can look at it one of two ways…
The first being that James Peterson has decided to reward myself and Julian for being superior athletes. He is showing his gratitude for the fact that members of The Kingdom are the sole reason that so many wrestlers are beating down his office door to come here and compete in next month’s Tag Team tournament. So as a reward he’s giving us a sparring match against two opponents such as yourselves that can barely even make either one of us break a sweat in the middle of the ring.
Let’s face it boys… I’ve taken shits more strenuous than the both of you.
The other way you can look at this is that the both of you have done something seriously wrong to suffer such a fate. Maybe you farted in James Peterson’s presence during catering. Maybe it’s been Pariah’s lackluster performances in the middle of the ring after LITERALLY begging for the match against me at Stardom. Maybe the thought of the two of you getting utterly destroyed by The Kingdom at Retribution fills Peterson with such joy that he’s as giddy as a schoolgirl about this match.
If I were Peterson that’s EXACTLY what I would do.
Business is good because of people like us in The Kingdom. You don’t beg someone in power to put their faith in you. You don’t go on social media and talk like you have this in the bag only to turn around and come up empty handed for the second fucking time.
People who don’t turn results are failures.
And failures get tossed to the wolves as a lesson that their second rate efforts are not good enough for the people of Japan or for NJFC.
That is the stink that is attached to John Pariah and Bullet Scars right now. This is why these two men have buried their heads in the sand and finally learned to shut the fuck up since Pariah got beat at Stardom. I’m sure if a miracle would have happened. That if Pariah would have somehow managed to beat me that NJFC would be infested with all 895 members of Bullet Scars and John Pariah would have plenty to say about how much of a GOD that he is to the sport of professional wrestling.
That’s what he said, isn’t it?
He asked me what is a King to a God like himself?
Pariah is no GOD. Ciserano is not Jesus. Neither of these men have amounted to fuck all outside of a promotion that Pariah wasn’t helping to run into the ground. Just take a glance over at Boardwalk and you’ll see for yourself. They claimed that Pariah would win the Boardwalk Cup.
Utter failure.
They claimed that together that they would capture the Boardwalk World Tag Team Championship belts.
Utter failure.
I mean if they can’t even hack it in that shit hole in New Jersey then what fucking chance do they stand against The Kingdom? Honestly this doesn’t even have to be a tag team match. Julian doesn’t even have to show up for this match at all. I could walk into this match blindfolded, drunk, and with one of my arms tied behind my back and still walk out victorious in under twenty minutes.
The both of you combined can’t even beat JUSTme.
This is a fact.
Do the smart thing and just walk away. The NJFC roster is growing day by day. With people Cyrus Riddle, Jason Cashe, and others all signing up it just means you’re going to keep falling further and further down the totem pole. Pull a King Flip and just know when you’ve been beaten. At least then you can keep some shred of dignity between the two of you as you continue to barely tread water over in Boardwalk Wrestling.
At least then you’ll live to see another day.
The shame will eventually fade away and you two fags can hold hands while you walk down the aisle of the Comic Con of your choice. You can sit behind a booth with all the other washed up talent and sign your name on little plastic barbie dolls in your likeness while telling stories about how you survived a beating from the Legendary Jason P. Davidson.
There is no miracle elixir that’s going to give you the skills needed to be anymore than a simply annoyance to someone as talented as me.
There is no amount of training or determination that is ever going to put a lowly pack of losers like Bullet Scars on the same playing field as The Kingdom. The only thing you two have to look forward to be showing up for this match is having the heel of my boot buried in the base of your skull as I make you lick the canvas.
You will Bow to the King.
And there is nothing you can do to dethrone me as the Champion of NJFC.
