Post by A.C. Douglas on Jan 26, 2013 21:42:05 GMT -6
{ I sit in my chair smiling. }
*Clap*. *Clap*. *Clap*.
Hear that?
That is the sound of me applauding you.
I know you're not used to hearing anything like that anymore. I just wanted you to hear it one last time before I take it away from you again.
Hello again, Joe.
Nice to see you again. Good to know you haven't forgotten about me already.
Let's call this match what it is, okay Joe?
It's you, versus me. A match, this you, although far more experienced, are at a severe disadvantage. You are not in my league as a wrestler. You don't have my ability, my speed, my quickness, nothing that I possess. Nothing that can be compared between us, works out in your favor. Besides you know how to lose better than I do. One on one, there are very few who can hold a candle to me.
You will prove no different.
But, I'm jumping ahead. Let's continue to call this match what is is. It's a man who made just about every WRONG choice in life, versus a man who has man every correct choice. A man who chose driving a panzer tank, highly illegal mind you, versus a man who drives several expensive cars. A man who lives his life in his man-made prison, versus a man who lives in a expensive house with 2-3 beautiful women at a time.
A success versus a failure. That's what it is. You are nothing Joe. A washed-up never was who dabbled in success all to briefly. Me? I'm just what I say I am: Young Black and Successful. I've already done more in my twenties that you will do in your life. This isn't even debatable. I mean, at Duke, If I played for the football team, we'd of been two time National champions. Had I played Basketball, we'd of won two more for the trophy case. Either way, I'd of been the number one pick.
And you? You'd still be here, still be a loser. Still be a plague on society.
It's sad that it's being debated right now. You and me? This is a cakewalk, as far as I'm concerned. It's not going to be close.
But yet, I see there everyone is picking you to win, those arm-chair quarterbacks out there, think what you say is really great and exciting, it's moving, it's a hard-luck story about you. Some kind of rags-to-riches tale. But really, it's not. It's a guy who got lucky in his career, about to have it run out on Trauma. But I get it. I see why they like you.
People love a winner, but only when he loses along the way. People love an underdog, until he becomes the man. I see it everyday. People chant "Yankees suck" at Baseball games. The Cowboys are supposed to be "America's team" and yet they are disliked by a majority of fans. And the Lakers? Please.
People hate the success they can't have. Because jealousy and envy are strong traits people have. People want to be what they can't. But as soon as it's flaunted, they hate it.
I can flaunt my success because I worked for it. Because I trained my body and mind to almost complete perfection. And it's just what people like you cannot stand.
But maybe you're going to shut me for good right? You're just going to walk all over me and win another big one. Well, you're not off to a good start Joe. Not at all. You are lined up this week against...the future. All the pressure is not on me, it's on you. You need to win. It's just not going to happen.
But for those of you who still doubt me, let me ask this: Do you know A.C. Douglas?
Are all his boastful words...just that?
What is He going to do?
...
He's going to win.
Hate that? Too bad. You have me going against a man who is BRAGGING, BRAGGING about a .667 winning percentage as part of a tag team. And right now, I'm batting 1.000 And this Sunday will be no different. Not in the slightest. Is this is what you're going to bring to Collision Joe, bring it on.
I welcome it.
I want you to talk big, talk tough, act like a moron. Do it.
Please.
Shill you're depressing story. It's what you do.
At the end of the night...You can still do all of that.
You will just be minus a victory.
Not that you'll miss it or anything.
Because let's call this what it is:
It's the night Joe Everyman gets humiliated, beaten, and loses a match, yet again.
{ Holly and myself are in the local Wal-Mart, and I already feel dirty. The store just reeks of failure and people who could care less about their job. People who have settled in the customer service field. Holly needs new glasses, and this is where she chose to go. I am highly upset at the fact that the woman doing her eye exam has these extremely long, fake fingernails. And that she's black. Why do you have to do that to yourself? Why do you expand the stereotype of unprofessionalism?
Holly can see that I'm biting my lip waiting to say something, so she assures me she'll be okay by herself, something I am highly opposed to, given our current location. She nods and lets me go off in the store by myself, if nothing else to get away from these lowly employees and their shoddy work.
I walk around in the store's regular departments, looking at the clearly ill-fitting clothing, the obvious knock-off suits and ugly shoes. I mean, can you imagine yourself buying a Wal-Mart suit? Or shoes? I know I sure can't. And of course, since people are lazy and messy, the store is a mess with clothing lying where it shouldn't be, not folded properly, and sizes all mis-matched around on a the racks and hangers. And of course, the two employees managing this area are on break. Gabbing away to each other not 20 feet from sight. Everyone can see that they just don't give a rat's ass about this job, nor making it look any better. I simply shake my head and walk away, knowing that these people will be here forever, because of their laziness.
I find my way to the DVD section and I casually glance around as once again there's 4-5 black people all just congregating, not doing work, not seeing if I need assistance or anything, but chatting it up as if they don't have a job to do.
I just glance at the pictures and notice an awful trend. There is a whole section of movies that can be classified as "black movies." You know, movies starring black actors not named Will Smith or Morgan Freeman. Movies that apparently no "white people" could possibly stomach, because there's too much black in them. Movies like "Willie Dynamite" and "Katt Williams live" Anything with a black actor in it needs it's own spot, so as not to accidently be purchased by regular people It makes me sick.
I angrily request to speak to an employee and of course, the short black kid with his hair braided, looking like he's just gotten his first work-release program job walks up.
I ask about the placement of the movies, to which he shrugs and responds that "that's how they want it." Obviously in reference to Wal-Mart brass. It's obvious he's not the culprit in this, but allowing it makes him just as guilty. I give him the lesson he needs to stand up for himself and become a man and to take a stand when it's called for.
Then of course, I see a man walking through the store with no shirt on. Why is this okay? Why are we accepting this? Why do we allow people to do this on a daily basis. Instead of picking each other up, we allow the nonsense. It's why I must condense it.
After yelling at the shirtless man, and then seeing a large woman in white pants, I decided that I couldn't take it anymore, and stormed towards the eye-glass center and grab Holly as she finishes paying for her glasses. The madness still doesn't end with the stupid stretch limo someone took to come here.
Sweet lord. }
Joe, these people are appalling, just like you. The people who have just stopped caring. You were at one point a 3-time National champion, and you have let yourself become trash. I would say you are an Every man, but let's face it, you're not average. You're not run of the mill, no, you are below that. You're a walking punchline. A bad joke that everyone in this company, and every place you've ever company you've ever worked for. You're the guy even the most out of shape, tired, worn-out, has-been could beat. You have been passed by Joe.
Every single wrestler in this company has surpassed you in skill, charisma, and drive. You've been telling people not to question your heart for so long, I think they should just to see your response. I'd rather watch a dog lick himself that listen to you ramble on about yourself, and how good you think you are, and how you're hip and cool, and you end up making yourself look and sound like a complete idiot.
But that's par for the course, isn't it Joe? Oh, look at you, you've won out of 5 matches since you teamed with Ortega. Wow. Todd and Myself formed a team last week and won. And it's not like you haven't had partners before, but you've always been the weak link. Every time. EverySense, Every...Whatever you have held that person down and prevented them from being a winner. Because you are now a disease that hates success. You've been latching on to the coattails of everyone you can, in hopes of bringing back you're long dead singles career. This isn't a video game Joe, You will not respawn, but you're progress is auto-saved. People used to root for you for being an underdog, but you...they don't bother anymore Joe.
Because they know, you will fail. Miserably.
Honestly, what have you done in the last year? two years? three? A big fat pile of NOTHING. And yet you float along thinking that one day the wrestling world will magically hand you success. It won't Joe. It doesn't hand people careers, you have to earn it, and then maintain it. But you already had your brief flirtation with success and being a player in this game, and you choked it away, you've ruined every chance you've ever had.
Why would this be any different?
On Collision, I will play the role of reality, and I will slap you back down to earth if you ever think that you can earn another title, ever again. Not the tag titles, not the X title, none. You are only going to be a minor bump in my road. I will be heading to tag team gold, and you can try to find someone else willing to try to carry you to tag team gold, or you can continue to get beaten down into the ground by any and everyone here.
Everyone is better than you, Joe.
You should be used to that by now.
Now go join the other losers, dropouts, morons, and failures at Wal-Mart, you'll be right at home.[/b]
*Clap*. *Clap*. *Clap*.
Hear that?
That is the sound of me applauding you.
I know you're not used to hearing anything like that anymore. I just wanted you to hear it one last time before I take it away from you again.
Hello again, Joe.
Nice to see you again. Good to know you haven't forgotten about me already.
Let's call this match what it is, okay Joe?
It's you, versus me. A match, this you, although far more experienced, are at a severe disadvantage. You are not in my league as a wrestler. You don't have my ability, my speed, my quickness, nothing that I possess. Nothing that can be compared between us, works out in your favor. Besides you know how to lose better than I do. One on one, there are very few who can hold a candle to me.
You will prove no different.
But, I'm jumping ahead. Let's continue to call this match what is is. It's a man who made just about every WRONG choice in life, versus a man who has man every correct choice. A man who chose driving a panzer tank, highly illegal mind you, versus a man who drives several expensive cars. A man who lives his life in his man-made prison, versus a man who lives in a expensive house with 2-3 beautiful women at a time.
A success versus a failure. That's what it is. You are nothing Joe. A washed-up never was who dabbled in success all to briefly. Me? I'm just what I say I am: Young Black and Successful. I've already done more in my twenties that you will do in your life. This isn't even debatable. I mean, at Duke, If I played for the football team, we'd of been two time National champions. Had I played Basketball, we'd of won two more for the trophy case. Either way, I'd of been the number one pick.
And you? You'd still be here, still be a loser. Still be a plague on society.
It's sad that it's being debated right now. You and me? This is a cakewalk, as far as I'm concerned. It's not going to be close.
But yet, I see there everyone is picking you to win, those arm-chair quarterbacks out there, think what you say is really great and exciting, it's moving, it's a hard-luck story about you. Some kind of rags-to-riches tale. But really, it's not. It's a guy who got lucky in his career, about to have it run out on Trauma. But I get it. I see why they like you.
People love a winner, but only when he loses along the way. People love an underdog, until he becomes the man. I see it everyday. People chant "Yankees suck" at Baseball games. The Cowboys are supposed to be "America's team" and yet they are disliked by a majority of fans. And the Lakers? Please.
People hate the success they can't have. Because jealousy and envy are strong traits people have. People want to be what they can't. But as soon as it's flaunted, they hate it.
I can flaunt my success because I worked for it. Because I trained my body and mind to almost complete perfection. And it's just what people like you cannot stand.
But maybe you're going to shut me for good right? You're just going to walk all over me and win another big one. Well, you're not off to a good start Joe. Not at all. You are lined up this week against...the future. All the pressure is not on me, it's on you. You need to win. It's just not going to happen.
But for those of you who still doubt me, let me ask this: Do you know A.C. Douglas?
Are all his boastful words...just that?
What is He going to do?
...
He's going to win.
Hate that? Too bad. You have me going against a man who is BRAGGING, BRAGGING about a .667 winning percentage as part of a tag team. And right now, I'm batting 1.000 And this Sunday will be no different. Not in the slightest. Is this is what you're going to bring to Collision Joe, bring it on.
I welcome it.
I want you to talk big, talk tough, act like a moron. Do it.
Please.
Shill you're depressing story. It's what you do.
At the end of the night...You can still do all of that.
You will just be minus a victory.
Not that you'll miss it or anything.
Because let's call this what it is:
It's the night Joe Everyman gets humiliated, beaten, and loses a match, yet again.
{ Holly and myself are in the local Wal-Mart, and I already feel dirty. The store just reeks of failure and people who could care less about their job. People who have settled in the customer service field. Holly needs new glasses, and this is where she chose to go. I am highly upset at the fact that the woman doing her eye exam has these extremely long, fake fingernails. And that she's black. Why do you have to do that to yourself? Why do you expand the stereotype of unprofessionalism?
Holly can see that I'm biting my lip waiting to say something, so she assures me she'll be okay by herself, something I am highly opposed to, given our current location. She nods and lets me go off in the store by myself, if nothing else to get away from these lowly employees and their shoddy work.
I walk around in the store's regular departments, looking at the clearly ill-fitting clothing, the obvious knock-off suits and ugly shoes. I mean, can you imagine yourself buying a Wal-Mart suit? Or shoes? I know I sure can't. And of course, since people are lazy and messy, the store is a mess with clothing lying where it shouldn't be, not folded properly, and sizes all mis-matched around on a the racks and hangers. And of course, the two employees managing this area are on break. Gabbing away to each other not 20 feet from sight. Everyone can see that they just don't give a rat's ass about this job, nor making it look any better. I simply shake my head and walk away, knowing that these people will be here forever, because of their laziness.
I find my way to the DVD section and I casually glance around as once again there's 4-5 black people all just congregating, not doing work, not seeing if I need assistance or anything, but chatting it up as if they don't have a job to do.
I just glance at the pictures and notice an awful trend. There is a whole section of movies that can be classified as "black movies." You know, movies starring black actors not named Will Smith or Morgan Freeman. Movies that apparently no "white people" could possibly stomach, because there's too much black in them. Movies like "Willie Dynamite" and "Katt Williams live" Anything with a black actor in it needs it's own spot, so as not to accidently be purchased by regular people It makes me sick.
I angrily request to speak to an employee and of course, the short black kid with his hair braided, looking like he's just gotten his first work-release program job walks up.
I ask about the placement of the movies, to which he shrugs and responds that "that's how they want it." Obviously in reference to Wal-Mart brass. It's obvious he's not the culprit in this, but allowing it makes him just as guilty. I give him the lesson he needs to stand up for himself and become a man and to take a stand when it's called for.
Then of course, I see a man walking through the store with no shirt on. Why is this okay? Why are we accepting this? Why do we allow people to do this on a daily basis. Instead of picking each other up, we allow the nonsense. It's why I must condense it.
After yelling at the shirtless man, and then seeing a large woman in white pants, I decided that I couldn't take it anymore, and stormed towards the eye-glass center and grab Holly as she finishes paying for her glasses. The madness still doesn't end with the stupid stretch limo someone took to come here.
Sweet lord. }
Joe, these people are appalling, just like you. The people who have just stopped caring. You were at one point a 3-time National champion, and you have let yourself become trash. I would say you are an Every man, but let's face it, you're not average. You're not run of the mill, no, you are below that. You're a walking punchline. A bad joke that everyone in this company, and every place you've ever company you've ever worked for. You're the guy even the most out of shape, tired, worn-out, has-been could beat. You have been passed by Joe.
Every single wrestler in this company has surpassed you in skill, charisma, and drive. You've been telling people not to question your heart for so long, I think they should just to see your response. I'd rather watch a dog lick himself that listen to you ramble on about yourself, and how good you think you are, and how you're hip and cool, and you end up making yourself look and sound like a complete idiot.
But that's par for the course, isn't it Joe? Oh, look at you, you've won out of 5 matches since you teamed with Ortega. Wow. Todd and Myself formed a team last week and won. And it's not like you haven't had partners before, but you've always been the weak link. Every time. EverySense, Every...Whatever you have held that person down and prevented them from being a winner. Because you are now a disease that hates success. You've been latching on to the coattails of everyone you can, in hopes of bringing back you're long dead singles career. This isn't a video game Joe, You will not respawn, but you're progress is auto-saved. People used to root for you for being an underdog, but you...they don't bother anymore Joe.
Because they know, you will fail. Miserably.
Honestly, what have you done in the last year? two years? three? A big fat pile of NOTHING. And yet you float along thinking that one day the wrestling world will magically hand you success. It won't Joe. It doesn't hand people careers, you have to earn it, and then maintain it. But you already had your brief flirtation with success and being a player in this game, and you choked it away, you've ruined every chance you've ever had.
Why would this be any different?
On Collision, I will play the role of reality, and I will slap you back down to earth if you ever think that you can earn another title, ever again. Not the tag titles, not the X title, none. You are only going to be a minor bump in my road. I will be heading to tag team gold, and you can try to find someone else willing to try to carry you to tag team gold, or you can continue to get beaten down into the ground by any and everyone here.
Everyone is better than you, Joe.
You should be used to that by now.
Now go join the other losers, dropouts, morons, and failures at Wal-Mart, you'll be right at home.[/b]