Post by A.C. Douglas on Mar 16, 2013 6:35:07 GMT -6
Well, are you enjoying you're giant plate of crow? How's it taste? Good? I hope so, because you're going to eating a lot of it before I'm through. How many times must I explain to you all that Todd and I are unstoppable? How many mountains must we climb in order to prove it to you? I mean, last week at Crossroads was a prime example. Two men, Steve Awesome and Trent Helms suckered everyone in attendance with their phony match, and their phony speeches, only to come out and challenge Todd and I? Were they serious with that? That was the biggest joke I've seen in a long time. Even at age 24, I am wise beyond my years, you see. Todd and I saw that load of garbage coming a mile away, and when the time came, we were ready. Do you get it now? There is no pulling the wool over our eyes. No getting one over on us. We may have came up short in our tag title bid a month ago, but that was simply because Todd and I weren't gelling like we are now. We've hit our stride, and we've proven it over and over again. If you put a tag team in front of us, we will beat them. We have done it to every team except Team America. There are no other tag teams that are on our level, and we will continue to dominate the ranks, because there isn't a team out there we cannot defeat. This includes the tag team champions. Simply because we did not succeed the first time, does not mean we won't ever succeed. I mean, you know what that loss was? a blemish on our nearly spotless record. I mean, Trent Helms and Steve Awesome figured they would walk into Crossroads and shock the world, but instead, they were roundly humiliated at the hands of Todd Williams and A.C. Douglas. The proof is in the pudding as they say. I mean, is there no one else?
Scratch that, there is only one team I am interested in now. The tag team champions, Team America. This ridiculous old man, and his idiot tag partner. Somehow, they've managed to hold onto those titles for far too long It is high time that Todd and myself get our re-match. We have crushed any and all contenders, and it is only right that we receive the next title match. As to further this point, this match on Trauma will serve as the perfect analogy. Simon Daye, the moronic tag partner of the old-as-dirt Gib, has been served up to me on a silver platter so to speak. Do you honestly think that this mental midget can compete with me on any level? I mean, the man walks around in a shirt for his girlfriend. Do you know how unmanly that is? And this man is going to come out and just defeat me on Trauma? I think not.
People, it's really simple, Simon Daye isnt' on my level as a singles wrestler, a wrestler period. Hell, not even as a man. What kind of man is Simon Daye? A man who has been hanging on to the tag team titles by the skin of his teeth over and over. It's sickening that people can even respect this man. He's got no talent, no charisma, He'll tell you himself that Gib plucked him from obscurity and taught him how to be a perverted, foolish, type of person who can just...get by. That's not me. I am highly intelligent. After all, I went to Duke, the Ivy League of the south for crying out loud. I studied abroad in England for two years, I am traveled, an academic scholar. A man who's vast mental and athletic superiority has led him to many great feats. I have ready Moby Dick in a day. I once threw a football up and hit the jumbo-tron at Duke. I won the punt, pass, and kick competition for 8 years olds at age 5. I turned down MENSA because I embarrassed one of their members in a trivia contest. Bottom line, I am GIFTED. And here I stand across from Simon Daye, and I'm supposed to be the underdog? I mean, come on people, If you're trying to insult my intelligence, you are doing an extraordinary job.
This match with Simon Daye is nothing more that a joke. A cruel prank condoned by the higher ups who want to see the mis-match of all mis-matches. I am going to take Simon Daye, and break him down with ease. This will be similar to a child pulling the wings off a fly. It will be cruel, but it is necessary. I apparently need to hammer it home that Todd and I deserve a tag title shot, and defeating the obvious weak link of Team America might just do the trick. Yes, I said Simon Daye is the weak link of Team America. It's completely true that Father time's tag team partner Gib clearly leads that team. The man who can break a hip each and every night he continues to walk around is the strength of the team. Simon Daye is the type of person who couldn't hit water if he fell out of a boat. He couldn't throw a grape in the ocean. There is no way he is anything but Gib's sidekick. This point will be proven on Trauma when Simon is trounced, and I walk away with yet another win. And I hope, for your sake NCW faithful, that you do not continue to doubt me. Although I must say it is enjoyable to watch you have to eat your words after every single victory I attain. At this point, I will be world champion in no time. I've already cut down every single person who has been in front of me. Joe Everyman, Curtis Kanyon...Both of those men actually achieved something in the singles part of wrestling. Not Simon Daye. Simon is a man who is successful by association only. All these things I'm saying, you know they're accurate. I mean, there's no way that this man, this puny, stupid, stupid man, is going to just fluke a victory over me. No chance. Steve and Trent tried, and they had the element of surprise on their side, and still failed. Miserably, I might add. What chance does Simon Daye have?
The correct answer is "none".
But you can cheer for him. You can think he's quirky, or goofy, or fun-loving, or whatever other descriptive adjective you so choose, it won't make any difference. It's not going to stop me from beating him like a rented mule and continuing on the path of greatness I have set both Todd and myself on. One day, we will become tag team champions, there is no doubt of this in my mind, and there shouldn't be any in your minds either. But, if you feel like trying to test us again, if you feel that we still do not deserve our tag title re-match, then please, save you breathe and talk to me when the match is over. Talk to me after your hero goes down in a crushing defeat at my hands. I will do what I do best, dominate in the ring, just like I dominate life itself. I am a born winner. I am a big shot. I could take the world champion right now. But you see, I have placed myself in the tag team ranks, because I like a challenge. Sadly, I'm not getting one for Simon Daye, and I've gotten less of a challenge from many of the so-called "Superstars" of NCW thus far, but a challenge is a challenge none the less. I mean, how embarrassing would it be for me to walk into a given Collison and take the National title from the Ace. Or the X title from Jimmy Warren, or the World Title from Roberto Verona. I could do all of those things, but I'm choosing to start my career out small. I'm a fair man, I'll work at my craft. But before the end, I will rise to become not only the single greatest wrestler, the single greatest champion, I will become the single greatest PERSON NCW has ever seen. I'm already the best athlete, and the best looking, so this really isn't anything I don't already know.
In time, you will learn it as well. You will understand when you look back on watch these promos that I am cutting. When you DVR them to show your children, and your children use some sort of futuristic device to play these back, they will be a witness, just like you are, to greatness. That the single best thing an egg-white omelet is on their screen and they should sit down, shut up, take notes, and just...listen. Listen to a man who will lead their children down the right path in life is speaking, and they should follow my example. I mean, you're not going to follow the example set by Simon Daye are you? I doubt he can make an egg-white omelet. The man is a brainless, whipped, idiot, who will serve as yet another example as to why I am the best there is.
And you can still hate me. I will always know why, it's because I am everything you hate.
I'm young, I'm black, and I'm successful.
Just like I will be against one Simon Daye on Trauma. I would say Good luck to Simon, but he can have all the luck in the world, and it won't matter, and he knows it. Let the success continue.
After our match at Crossroads, Todd, Crystal, Melody and I headed out to celebrate. We were all successful in many ways that night, But winning simply comes naturally to Todd and I. Crystal's had her fair share of success too. Melody is an academic scholar just like I am. We're winners. Although, I will say that I never stop seeing people simply not taking their chance when they get it. I try very hard to be an educator whenever the chance arises, even if Todd and Crystal think I'm making fun of someone. It's simply because an inordinate amount of people continue this settling for mediocrity. They wake up early, dreading their day. They punch in, they let some jack-off yell at them for 9 hours, then they come home to some terrible food, and equally miserable spouses. I mean, if you think that I'm lying, why is that so many men and women, when confronted with friends, speak ill of their significant other? It's simple: their lives suck, and they have accepted it.
Oh, they yearn for something for fulfilling, trust me, many women I've shagged over the years are stuck in that rut. It's why they cheat on each other, they lie to each other, and they're generally unhappy people. I see the same people every day put on that fake smile, the act of being friendly. Why is that? We saw this couple arguing over the best way to get to their destination, do we take a left, or a right, do we want to fight the traffic, so on and so forth. It's because people like that have become so miserable, they literally look for a reason to argue. It's a sad, pathetic world we live in sometimes.
Melody seems to enjoy my outlook on life. She called it "grim" once, I assume she thinks I am a pessimist. And that isn't entirely true. I cannot stand ignorance, or stupidity, but even I have come to accept what Tommy Lee Jones said best in the movie "Men in Black". "A Person is smart, and people are dumb, panicky, dangerous animals." It rings so true because the common man does nothing to persuade you otherwise. That is something I cannot take. A man or a woman who takes no actions to better themselves, but then complains about it. It sickens me.
Anyway, After that night, I began to feel a little too attached to New York City. Todd, Crystal and Melody all were accustomed to the big city life, while I felt like I needed to go back home. Holly and Angela were there to greet me at the airport, after all, I had been gone almost 2 months. I needed the take a break of New York. Kick back, relax, and have a threesome with two people I'm positive don't have some nasty disease. No offense to Melody. I liked her a lot. But sometimes, the old ways are the best ways.
Although they can do the things with their asses that Melody can...
It's good to be me.
Scratch that, there is only one team I am interested in now. The tag team champions, Team America. This ridiculous old man, and his idiot tag partner. Somehow, they've managed to hold onto those titles for far too long It is high time that Todd and myself get our re-match. We have crushed any and all contenders, and it is only right that we receive the next title match. As to further this point, this match on Trauma will serve as the perfect analogy. Simon Daye, the moronic tag partner of the old-as-dirt Gib, has been served up to me on a silver platter so to speak. Do you honestly think that this mental midget can compete with me on any level? I mean, the man walks around in a shirt for his girlfriend. Do you know how unmanly that is? And this man is going to come out and just defeat me on Trauma? I think not.
People, it's really simple, Simon Daye isnt' on my level as a singles wrestler, a wrestler period. Hell, not even as a man. What kind of man is Simon Daye? A man who has been hanging on to the tag team titles by the skin of his teeth over and over. It's sickening that people can even respect this man. He's got no talent, no charisma, He'll tell you himself that Gib plucked him from obscurity and taught him how to be a perverted, foolish, type of person who can just...get by. That's not me. I am highly intelligent. After all, I went to Duke, the Ivy League of the south for crying out loud. I studied abroad in England for two years, I am traveled, an academic scholar. A man who's vast mental and athletic superiority has led him to many great feats. I have ready Moby Dick in a day. I once threw a football up and hit the jumbo-tron at Duke. I won the punt, pass, and kick competition for 8 years olds at age 5. I turned down MENSA because I embarrassed one of their members in a trivia contest. Bottom line, I am GIFTED. And here I stand across from Simon Daye, and I'm supposed to be the underdog? I mean, come on people, If you're trying to insult my intelligence, you are doing an extraordinary job.
This match with Simon Daye is nothing more that a joke. A cruel prank condoned by the higher ups who want to see the mis-match of all mis-matches. I am going to take Simon Daye, and break him down with ease. This will be similar to a child pulling the wings off a fly. It will be cruel, but it is necessary. I apparently need to hammer it home that Todd and I deserve a tag title shot, and defeating the obvious weak link of Team America might just do the trick. Yes, I said Simon Daye is the weak link of Team America. It's completely true that Father time's tag team partner Gib clearly leads that team. The man who can break a hip each and every night he continues to walk around is the strength of the team. Simon Daye is the type of person who couldn't hit water if he fell out of a boat. He couldn't throw a grape in the ocean. There is no way he is anything but Gib's sidekick. This point will be proven on Trauma when Simon is trounced, and I walk away with yet another win. And I hope, for your sake NCW faithful, that you do not continue to doubt me. Although I must say it is enjoyable to watch you have to eat your words after every single victory I attain. At this point, I will be world champion in no time. I've already cut down every single person who has been in front of me. Joe Everyman, Curtis Kanyon...Both of those men actually achieved something in the singles part of wrestling. Not Simon Daye. Simon is a man who is successful by association only. All these things I'm saying, you know they're accurate. I mean, there's no way that this man, this puny, stupid, stupid man, is going to just fluke a victory over me. No chance. Steve and Trent tried, and they had the element of surprise on their side, and still failed. Miserably, I might add. What chance does Simon Daye have?
The correct answer is "none".
But you can cheer for him. You can think he's quirky, or goofy, or fun-loving, or whatever other descriptive adjective you so choose, it won't make any difference. It's not going to stop me from beating him like a rented mule and continuing on the path of greatness I have set both Todd and myself on. One day, we will become tag team champions, there is no doubt of this in my mind, and there shouldn't be any in your minds either. But, if you feel like trying to test us again, if you feel that we still do not deserve our tag title re-match, then please, save you breathe and talk to me when the match is over. Talk to me after your hero goes down in a crushing defeat at my hands. I will do what I do best, dominate in the ring, just like I dominate life itself. I am a born winner. I am a big shot. I could take the world champion right now. But you see, I have placed myself in the tag team ranks, because I like a challenge. Sadly, I'm not getting one for Simon Daye, and I've gotten less of a challenge from many of the so-called "Superstars" of NCW thus far, but a challenge is a challenge none the less. I mean, how embarrassing would it be for me to walk into a given Collison and take the National title from the Ace. Or the X title from Jimmy Warren, or the World Title from Roberto Verona. I could do all of those things, but I'm choosing to start my career out small. I'm a fair man, I'll work at my craft. But before the end, I will rise to become not only the single greatest wrestler, the single greatest champion, I will become the single greatest PERSON NCW has ever seen. I'm already the best athlete, and the best looking, so this really isn't anything I don't already know.
In time, you will learn it as well. You will understand when you look back on watch these promos that I am cutting. When you DVR them to show your children, and your children use some sort of futuristic device to play these back, they will be a witness, just like you are, to greatness. That the single best thing an egg-white omelet is on their screen and they should sit down, shut up, take notes, and just...listen. Listen to a man who will lead their children down the right path in life is speaking, and they should follow my example. I mean, you're not going to follow the example set by Simon Daye are you? I doubt he can make an egg-white omelet. The man is a brainless, whipped, idiot, who will serve as yet another example as to why I am the best there is.
And you can still hate me. I will always know why, it's because I am everything you hate.
I'm young, I'm black, and I'm successful.
Just like I will be against one Simon Daye on Trauma. I would say Good luck to Simon, but he can have all the luck in the world, and it won't matter, and he knows it. Let the success continue.
After our match at Crossroads, Todd, Crystal, Melody and I headed out to celebrate. We were all successful in many ways that night, But winning simply comes naturally to Todd and I. Crystal's had her fair share of success too. Melody is an academic scholar just like I am. We're winners. Although, I will say that I never stop seeing people simply not taking their chance when they get it. I try very hard to be an educator whenever the chance arises, even if Todd and Crystal think I'm making fun of someone. It's simply because an inordinate amount of people continue this settling for mediocrity. They wake up early, dreading their day. They punch in, they let some jack-off yell at them for 9 hours, then they come home to some terrible food, and equally miserable spouses. I mean, if you think that I'm lying, why is that so many men and women, when confronted with friends, speak ill of their significant other? It's simple: their lives suck, and they have accepted it.
Oh, they yearn for something for fulfilling, trust me, many women I've shagged over the years are stuck in that rut. It's why they cheat on each other, they lie to each other, and they're generally unhappy people. I see the same people every day put on that fake smile, the act of being friendly. Why is that? We saw this couple arguing over the best way to get to their destination, do we take a left, or a right, do we want to fight the traffic, so on and so forth. It's because people like that have become so miserable, they literally look for a reason to argue. It's a sad, pathetic world we live in sometimes.
Melody seems to enjoy my outlook on life. She called it "grim" once, I assume she thinks I am a pessimist. And that isn't entirely true. I cannot stand ignorance, or stupidity, but even I have come to accept what Tommy Lee Jones said best in the movie "Men in Black". "A Person is smart, and people are dumb, panicky, dangerous animals." It rings so true because the common man does nothing to persuade you otherwise. That is something I cannot take. A man or a woman who takes no actions to better themselves, but then complains about it. It sickens me.
Anyway, After that night, I began to feel a little too attached to New York City. Todd, Crystal and Melody all were accustomed to the big city life, while I felt like I needed to go back home. Holly and Angela were there to greet me at the airport, after all, I had been gone almost 2 months. I needed the take a break of New York. Kick back, relax, and have a threesome with two people I'm positive don't have some nasty disease. No offense to Melody. I liked her a lot. But sometimes, the old ways are the best ways.
Although they can do the things with their asses that Melody can...
It's good to be me.