Post by Tommy Victor on May 1, 2010 18:43:02 GMT -6
Tommy Victor is sitting on a bridge over the highway. He looks down at a piece of paper in hand. It has bullet points of the names of his opponents with some paragraphs under each.
This is what I’ve got so far. It’s not going to be as long as a Nathan Does or as polished as a Brad Kane, but hey? What do you want from a normal guy like me and a sad piece of line paper? I’m in the middle of writing the novel of my life and this is like a side story in the big picture. Don’t get me wrong, I’m putting a lot of effort into this, but it’s a sub-chapter in the book. Look at it like that.
Curtis Kanyon I’ve had enough of your act. You want to be Diamond Dallas Page, you want to be Tyler Durden, and you want to be funny but the fact is you are none of these things. You’re a rip-off artist with no comedic sense whatsoever. You are just like your partner and the dozens of other comedians in this federation.
Now let’s get to your idiotic statements about me: “Tommy Victor whom we may or may not have already beaten up, and frankly he's a waste of space that shouldn't be in NCW to begin with.” You have NEVER beaten me you idiot. 6 months ago my tag team New Disease wiped the floor with you, and two weeks ago I beat your partner Ron in a triple threat. It literally took me all of five minutes to be him, and I don’t remember having any trouble 6 months ago.
So, Diamond Dallas Positively Kayon, how am I the waste of space? You are a low-rent knock-off of better wrestlers and a movie character, AND I’ve beaten you EVERY SINGLE TIME we’ve ever been in the ring together. If anyone is a waste of space it’s you and your partner. This Sunday is going to be a Night to Forget for you, because I’m going to take your lack of talent and shove it down your ****ing throat. Do you understand me?
It’s easy to beat a guy like Freakke. A clown, a joke. He’s not a warrior you were right about that, but I’m a warrior. I’m an animal. Welcome to the jungle. We’ll see how long you last in a match where nobody has any clown paint on or pulls out a whoopee cushion. I’ve already spoke to my bookie and things are not looking good for you in Vegas. Fight the odds Sunday. Good luck buddy.
Chris, listen to me closely: You shouldn’t be here. You don’t deserve to be here. Your father is jerking the curtain in the pre-show while you’re taking his spot on the PPV. To me, that doesn’t sound fair or right. You used your father to get into this federation, and now you’re exploiting your father to get yourself higher on the card.
Take a look around you for a second and realize that your father is disappointed in you, and the fans would rather watch him in the ring. That’s why you can’t seem to get anywhere, and let’s say for a second your talent does the talking: you can’t stand up. Popularity, talent, passion….you don’t have it. All you have is a lust for money and a greed for fame. For the sake of your father, I’m going to do what he didn’t have the balls to do. At the Pay Per View I’m going to beat some respect into. And this will be a night you won’t forget for a long time.
Blah Blah Blah. You moved from New York, this is your time etc. etc. We’ve heard it all before from a million different wrestlers. Nobody cares about where you came from or what kind of trek you’re going on. You have to win this match to start any kind of stepping stone bull****, and you’re not going to. You’re going to get beaten up pretty badly as far as I can tell. You’ve got five other guys including me ready to rip some throats out and all you can talk about is some stupid woman that not a single one of us gives a **** about.
Do you see how you are handicapping yourself? You aren’t focused on winning this match or wrestling. You’re focused on love and a success…a success you want to exploit through wrestling.
Well I’m a wrestler. I’m here to fight. I’m not here to hear your stories about being raped by your sick ****ing uncle. Keep that **** to yourself you basket case pervert. In fact, just write all this pretentious life changing garbage down into your Strawberry Shortcake diary and take your balls out of your girls purse. Let’s ****ing wrestle not sit down on the couch and tell your deepest darkest secrets about which guy you have a crush on in the playground.
**** your redemption. This is the end of line for your bull****. After Sunday you can start your journey anew, because it’s best we don’t talk about the things I’m going to do to you. And, your uncle pulling out his two-incher is nothing compared to my foot being firmly placed up your ass.
Nathan, you’re right man. My wife and I are done as far as the courts are concerned. As far as she’s concerned I’m dead, and from what I hear that’s what my kids think too. I guess her new husband has to keep them away from the TV. Daddy’s a big star honey! Look at him on Pay Per View!
But all of that is gone. My children are brainwashed against me. My wife hates my guts, and every friend I’ve ever had in the world is dead or doesn’t know it yet. Guess were you fall Nathan?
You’ve taken everything away from me by being yourself, and now you want to beat the crazy out of me? I’ve learned a lot as a singles wrestler in the last few months of my life. Emerson taught me everything he knew before he passed away, but that’s something else you wouldn’t know about or have to deal with, because you are selfish and don’t give a **** about anybody but the reflection in the mirror. We were brothers, but you were like the brother without a cause. A lost and self-absorbed piece of **** who ruined too many lives, and killed too many families.
At the Pay Per View you can go ahead and come beat the crazy out of me. I was a very sane person who watched the world crumble around him, but now I’m ever so slightly less sane and ever so slightly more pissed the **** off. What you did is unforgivable. You exploited trust and brotherhood to try and make a name for yourself. It didn't work did it? The name Nathan Doe has no integrity behind it. As a man you are just above garbage, but that’s only because you have a diseased brain rotting in your skull.
This Sunday I’m going to do everything to end the charade. Tommy Victor is going to be known evermore as the guy who bashed the brains from out of your skull. If you think you can do the same I invite you to try, but as well as I know you that’s not going to happen. You are a coward and will do your very best to avoid me. You can say whatever you want, but your words are backed by nothing like United States money. Go ahead and talk some trash about how you aren't a afraid me, and tell tall tales about all of the things you are going to do to me. You have no integrity, dignity, class, and not a drop of what it takes to be called a respectable man. All that’s left is flesh and bone; and I'm going to break it.
This is what I’ve got so far. It’s not going to be as long as a Nathan Does or as polished as a Brad Kane, but hey? What do you want from a normal guy like me and a sad piece of line paper? I’m in the middle of writing the novel of my life and this is like a side story in the big picture. Don’t get me wrong, I’m putting a lot of effort into this, but it’s a sub-chapter in the book. Look at it like that.
- DDK
Curtis Kanyon I’ve had enough of your act. You want to be Diamond Dallas Page, you want to be Tyler Durden, and you want to be funny but the fact is you are none of these things. You’re a rip-off artist with no comedic sense whatsoever. You are just like your partner and the dozens of other comedians in this federation.
Now let’s get to your idiotic statements about me: “Tommy Victor whom we may or may not have already beaten up, and frankly he's a waste of space that shouldn't be in NCW to begin with.” You have NEVER beaten me you idiot. 6 months ago my tag team New Disease wiped the floor with you, and two weeks ago I beat your partner Ron in a triple threat. It literally took me all of five minutes to be him, and I don’t remember having any trouble 6 months ago.
So, Diamond Dallas Positively Kayon, how am I the waste of space? You are a low-rent knock-off of better wrestlers and a movie character, AND I’ve beaten you EVERY SINGLE TIME we’ve ever been in the ring together. If anyone is a waste of space it’s you and your partner. This Sunday is going to be a Night to Forget for you, because I’m going to take your lack of talent and shove it down your ****ing throat. Do you understand me?
- Jason Blair
It’s easy to beat a guy like Freakke. A clown, a joke. He’s not a warrior you were right about that, but I’m a warrior. I’m an animal. Welcome to the jungle. We’ll see how long you last in a match where nobody has any clown paint on or pulls out a whoopee cushion. I’ve already spoke to my bookie and things are not looking good for you in Vegas. Fight the odds Sunday. Good luck buddy.
- Chris Payne
Chris, listen to me closely: You shouldn’t be here. You don’t deserve to be here. Your father is jerking the curtain in the pre-show while you’re taking his spot on the PPV. To me, that doesn’t sound fair or right. You used your father to get into this federation, and now you’re exploiting your father to get yourself higher on the card.
Take a look around you for a second and realize that your father is disappointed in you, and the fans would rather watch him in the ring. That’s why you can’t seem to get anywhere, and let’s say for a second your talent does the talking: you can’t stand up. Popularity, talent, passion….you don’t have it. All you have is a lust for money and a greed for fame. For the sake of your father, I’m going to do what he didn’t have the balls to do. At the Pay Per View I’m going to beat some respect into. And this will be a night you won’t forget for a long time.
- Brad Kane
Blah Blah Blah. You moved from New York, this is your time etc. etc. We’ve heard it all before from a million different wrestlers. Nobody cares about where you came from or what kind of trek you’re going on. You have to win this match to start any kind of stepping stone bull****, and you’re not going to. You’re going to get beaten up pretty badly as far as I can tell. You’ve got five other guys including me ready to rip some throats out and all you can talk about is some stupid woman that not a single one of us gives a **** about.
Do you see how you are handicapping yourself? You aren’t focused on winning this match or wrestling. You’re focused on love and a success…a success you want to exploit through wrestling.
Well I’m a wrestler. I’m here to fight. I’m not here to hear your stories about being raped by your sick ****ing uncle. Keep that **** to yourself you basket case pervert. In fact, just write all this pretentious life changing garbage down into your Strawberry Shortcake diary and take your balls out of your girls purse. Let’s ****ing wrestle not sit down on the couch and tell your deepest darkest secrets about which guy you have a crush on in the playground.
**** your redemption. This is the end of line for your bull****. After Sunday you can start your journey anew, because it’s best we don’t talk about the things I’m going to do to you. And, your uncle pulling out his two-incher is nothing compared to my foot being firmly placed up your ass.
- Nathan Doe
Nathan, you’re right man. My wife and I are done as far as the courts are concerned. As far as she’s concerned I’m dead, and from what I hear that’s what my kids think too. I guess her new husband has to keep them away from the TV. Daddy’s a big star honey! Look at him on Pay Per View!
But all of that is gone. My children are brainwashed against me. My wife hates my guts, and every friend I’ve ever had in the world is dead or doesn’t know it yet. Guess were you fall Nathan?
You’ve taken everything away from me by being yourself, and now you want to beat the crazy out of me? I’ve learned a lot as a singles wrestler in the last few months of my life. Emerson taught me everything he knew before he passed away, but that’s something else you wouldn’t know about or have to deal with, because you are selfish and don’t give a **** about anybody but the reflection in the mirror. We were brothers, but you were like the brother without a cause. A lost and self-absorbed piece of **** who ruined too many lives, and killed too many families.
At the Pay Per View you can go ahead and come beat the crazy out of me. I was a very sane person who watched the world crumble around him, but now I’m ever so slightly less sane and ever so slightly more pissed the **** off. What you did is unforgivable. You exploited trust and brotherhood to try and make a name for yourself. It didn't work did it? The name Nathan Doe has no integrity behind it. As a man you are just above garbage, but that’s only because you have a diseased brain rotting in your skull.
This Sunday I’m going to do everything to end the charade. Tommy Victor is going to be known evermore as the guy who bashed the brains from out of your skull. If you think you can do the same I invite you to try, but as well as I know you that’s not going to happen. You are a coward and will do your very best to avoid me. You can say whatever you want, but your words are backed by nothing like United States money. Go ahead and talk some trash about how you aren't a afraid me, and tell tall tales about all of the things you are going to do to me. You have no integrity, dignity, class, and not a drop of what it takes to be called a respectable man. All that’s left is flesh and bone; and I'm going to break it.