Post by Ricky Johnson on Apr 17, 2011 3:32:24 GMT -6
You see, this new Ricky Johnson is paying off isn't it. Would the old me be able to beat an up and comer like Roberto Verona do you?
Yes.
Okay, I do too, but the outcome would have been seriously in doubt. The old, lazy me would have let a win like that slip through his fingers. No longer.
Okay. So what do you want, a medal. You're getting your reward, you get to be in that number one contender's match for the Honor Championship.
I don't really care about that. It's against two ham-n-eggers who I can clearly see have no business in the ring against a champion like myself.
Someone thinks quite highly of themselves.
I do. Because I can. That's the kind of thing I want you to see. Support me when I say things like that.
Do you have any idea how hard this is for me? You sound so whiny and act like a huge attention whore. You want me to get behind that?
Absolutely.
It's not like you at all. Where the big goofy lover I fell in love with?
That Ricky Johnson is for YOU to see. Away from all of this, he can be around. He can be permanent for all I care.
But...
But here, at work, No. That Ricky Johnson couldn't hack it here anymore. Being funny and witty isn't the style that wins.
He - You technically won 5 different championships.
How many did he win in the last year?
None, but that doesn't -
It means that formula doesn't work anymore. I told you, THIS is the future. It's already paying dividends.
Maybe that's true. You can earn a Honor title shot a lot faster this way.
True. But you know full well that's not what I want.
Still. It's a start.
That's not what I'm talking about either.
Oh, is that right?
Right now, all I want is you.
Really?
mmm-hmm.
Ah, the simple pleasures of marriage.
Sex just about whenever you want it, and it requires much less effort than a single man.
But I digress.
This Sunday is another chance for me to prove the nay-sayers wrong.
And on top of that, I get to become number one contender for the honor championship...again.
And since this is a big time event, I figured I should train hard, and focus on what my opponents have to say.
But alas, they are nowhere to be found.
But then again, is the Honor Championship worth the effort?
Are they working smarter and not harder but saying nothing.
I forget their names at the moment, but they both have been unusually silent.
One of them is Scorpion.
The only reason I remember that is because he wasn't clever enough to give himself a original name.
And the other guy? Something-something Young Right?
I was really looking forward to this, and what happens? I get let down by two clowns who have appeared to stumble their way into this match, while I earned it.
Now, all the life has been sucked out of this match, and I not longer really care about it.
Sure, Contendership to the Honor Championship IS something, but apparently not enough that Young and that other guy can be bothered to even promote it.
Perhaps it's because they know it's a lost cause anyway. They know in the end, I am going to crush them and win this match. They know it's really pointless to even fight it.
And don't take this as me being cocky or overconfident. I understand full well they may be planning something big.
But let's face facts, This match, this three-way for the number one contendership...should not involve Ricky Johnson.
No no, It really shouldn't.
Because I deserve better than this.
But it seems people like Roberto Verona can lose to me on Trauma, or DDK on Collision and all still make it onto a pay-per-view payday.
But the moment I lose a mixed tag match and all a sudden I'm at the bottom of the barrel.
Well, I have seeing fit to fix all of that nonsense.
Maybe you'll understand that when I win this match, then take the Honor title from...from..
Come to think of it, who IS the Honor Champion?
Oh yeah, that Garner person right?
Do you see my point here?
This is a group of nobodies. A bunch of guys who aren't fit to wear championships, let along win them.
And then there's me
Ricky Johnson
future nCw Hall of Famer
Future WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.
Sitting in this cesspool of filth, wallowing in mediocrity.
But those days are all but over.
As I've said for the past couple of weeks, I am no longer leaving it up to referees, politics or even my opponents.
I am taking charge here.
I'm the one in the control.
And I take another step towards my ultimate goal this Sunday.
When I take out Young and Scorpion, because I CAN.
And then I'm going to destroy Chris Gardner and take his Honor Championship from him.
Because quite frankly, it's been FAR too long since I've have gold around my waist.
It's high time that I get some, so that I can get the recognition I so richly deserve.
Because it seems that THAT is the only way to do it.
Scorpion, Young, I'll see you two gentlemen at Sovereign.
Where you'll get your one and only shot at rubbing elbows with greatness. But for you, in will be all for nothing.
Because I'm not going to allow people like you two to take away any chance of mine.
You can't stop progress.
You'll find that out soon enough.
Oh, And Gardner, keep that belt nice and warm, it's coming back home very, very soon.
As for right now, I'm going to go home and **** my wife.
I don't think it's too premature to call it..."Victory Sex".
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Yes.
Okay, I do too, but the outcome would have been seriously in doubt. The old, lazy me would have let a win like that slip through his fingers. No longer.
Okay. So what do you want, a medal. You're getting your reward, you get to be in that number one contender's match for the Honor Championship.
I don't really care about that. It's against two ham-n-eggers who I can clearly see have no business in the ring against a champion like myself.
Someone thinks quite highly of themselves.
I do. Because I can. That's the kind of thing I want you to see. Support me when I say things like that.
Do you have any idea how hard this is for me? You sound so whiny and act like a huge attention whore. You want me to get behind that?
Absolutely.
It's not like you at all. Where the big goofy lover I fell in love with?
That Ricky Johnson is for YOU to see. Away from all of this, he can be around. He can be permanent for all I care.
But...
But here, at work, No. That Ricky Johnson couldn't hack it here anymore. Being funny and witty isn't the style that wins.
He - You technically won 5 different championships.
How many did he win in the last year?
None, but that doesn't -
It means that formula doesn't work anymore. I told you, THIS is the future. It's already paying dividends.
Maybe that's true. You can earn a Honor title shot a lot faster this way.
True. But you know full well that's not what I want.
Still. It's a start.
That's not what I'm talking about either.
Oh, is that right?
Right now, all I want is you.
Really?
mmm-hmm.
Ah, the simple pleasures of marriage.
Sex just about whenever you want it, and it requires much less effort than a single man.
But I digress.
This Sunday is another chance for me to prove the nay-sayers wrong.
And on top of that, I get to become number one contender for the honor championship...again.
And since this is a big time event, I figured I should train hard, and focus on what my opponents have to say.
But alas, they are nowhere to be found.
But then again, is the Honor Championship worth the effort?
Are they working smarter and not harder but saying nothing.
I forget their names at the moment, but they both have been unusually silent.
One of them is Scorpion.
The only reason I remember that is because he wasn't clever enough to give himself a original name.
And the other guy? Something-something Young Right?
I was really looking forward to this, and what happens? I get let down by two clowns who have appeared to stumble their way into this match, while I earned it.
Now, all the life has been sucked out of this match, and I not longer really care about it.
Sure, Contendership to the Honor Championship IS something, but apparently not enough that Young and that other guy can be bothered to even promote it.
Perhaps it's because they know it's a lost cause anyway. They know in the end, I am going to crush them and win this match. They know it's really pointless to even fight it.
And don't take this as me being cocky or overconfident. I understand full well they may be planning something big.
But let's face facts, This match, this three-way for the number one contendership...should not involve Ricky Johnson.
No no, It really shouldn't.
Because I deserve better than this.
But it seems people like Roberto Verona can lose to me on Trauma, or DDK on Collision and all still make it onto a pay-per-view payday.
But the moment I lose a mixed tag match and all a sudden I'm at the bottom of the barrel.
Well, I have seeing fit to fix all of that nonsense.
Maybe you'll understand that when I win this match, then take the Honor title from...from..
Come to think of it, who IS the Honor Champion?
Oh yeah, that Garner person right?
Do you see my point here?
This is a group of nobodies. A bunch of guys who aren't fit to wear championships, let along win them.
And then there's me
Ricky Johnson
future nCw Hall of Famer
Future WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.
Sitting in this cesspool of filth, wallowing in mediocrity.
But those days are all but over.
As I've said for the past couple of weeks, I am no longer leaving it up to referees, politics or even my opponents.
I am taking charge here.
I'm the one in the control.
And I take another step towards my ultimate goal this Sunday.
When I take out Young and Scorpion, because I CAN.
And then I'm going to destroy Chris Gardner and take his Honor Championship from him.
Because quite frankly, it's been FAR too long since I've have gold around my waist.
It's high time that I get some, so that I can get the recognition I so richly deserve.
Because it seems that THAT is the only way to do it.
Scorpion, Young, I'll see you two gentlemen at Sovereign.
Where you'll get your one and only shot at rubbing elbows with greatness. But for you, in will be all for nothing.
Because I'm not going to allow people like you two to take away any chance of mine.
You can't stop progress.
You'll find that out soon enough.
Oh, And Gardner, keep that belt nice and warm, it's coming back home very, very soon.
As for right now, I'm going to go home and **** my wife.
I don't think it's too premature to call it..."Victory Sex".
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