Post by Ricky Johnson on Oct 30, 2011 4:12:22 GMT -6
Hey Jimmy, It's Roxi.
How are ya? Doing well? that's nice. I really hope this makes you angry too. Me, talking to you like this. I know this is normally Ricky's job, but he really seems...confused by your words as of late.
He really is at a loss that you continue to spout off about the same nonsense, even though he clearly laid it out for you. I mean, I think it's funny, be Ricky? No, he just thinks you may be functionally retarded.
Now, you decided that you should run your mouth about me. Why? I'm not sure. Maybe you can help me out. Why mention me? It seems silly, maybe you wanted to get an edge over Ricky, but I don't know how insulting me is going to do that.
Or maybe you want to pick on someone who you THINK you can beat. Already chalking up the loss 'eh? Good job.
Or maybe you're just lonely. No woman to keep you company. oh well. Come to think of it...I do remember you were in Infamous with...Bates.
Oh. OOOH!
I get it. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me.
Now it all makes sense. Now I know why you were such fabulous clothing.
You go girlfriend.
You know what, No more stories to sidetrack from this. You just get to listen to me now.
Jim,
You...you really don't listen do you?
You are just completely oblivious to everything around you. Are you really that stupid or have you been making a special effort all this week?
Did you not hear me? I said I don't care about your effort, or lack thereof at Battlegrounds. For all I know, you gave it your best effort. You just suck so much that maybe it looked like you didn't try.
And I don't care. As I already explained.
Wait, you probably weren't listening that time either. So here it is again, really slowly....
I. DON'T. CARE.
Get it? No, no you don't get it. is like I'm talking to a fourth grader. No, it can't be, a fourth grader at least would be able to string together one or two relevant points in a conversation, you...not so much.
Like for instance, beating me four times. Really? Why do I not remember these times? I do remember a fatal four way, one time. so, again, I ask, where are these other two times?
Oh wait, that's always been you, revising history when it suits your needs. We live in the information age, Jim. Try to keep that in mind when you go around making things up.
I mean it's not like you didn't admit that you were going nowhere near the world title, probably for the best. From everyone's standpoint. I know I would simply pick my remote and flip the channel if you were getting a world title match. I mean, I do that anytime your on TV anywhere because it hurts my brain to even try to be as asinine as you.
Like trying to equate Michael Vick as someone who beat dogs. You would think that, because you don't deal in what's real. It's whatever you think it is. This is why no one takes you seriously. For the record, Michael Vick bred dogs to fight each other. He didn't beat them. Idiot.
But speaking of beating, yes, it's what I'm going to do to you this Sunday. I'm not going to beat you up. No. That would be too easy. I'm going to beat you within an inch of your worthless life. You just don't understand the difference. Why would you? You're so used to getting losing that it all feels the same to you. So here it is, when I say "beat" I really mean "Torture". Yes, that seems fitting. I'm going to torture you this Sunday. Before I'm done with you, you will look me in the eyes and BEG me to stop. And as much pleasure as that will give me...your words will fall on deaf ears.
I contemplated whether or not it was even worth my time to put forth the effort needed to defeat you, based on what the winner received. For a moment, I would have showed you mercy and let your career continue.
Now...It's worth the effort. Now it's worth it to get a win Sunday. Because based on your words and actions, you are too stupid to be left around. I am now forced to preform euthanasia on you. And you know what? I'm going to enjoy it. All the time we're in the ring. All the times that you look at me, and realize just how screwed you really are. When you realized that opening your mouth about me, or really anything else, is a mistake. It'll be one of those things that hit you later on...
Like my fists.
Am I that bad ass? Oh, I don't know, there are TWO career on my hands Jim. Jason Evans was gone for YEARS before he came back. And John Anthony is gone forever.
And you really make me want to go for a trifecta.
Yes, Jim. It's worth it to completely humiliate you Sunday. To make it painfully clear to you just how out of your league you are.
Yes, It's worth it to be number one contender to the National title just so you can't be. Another huge pile of epic fail on your plate, I'm sure the taste of it has become a delicacy to you.
Yes it's worth it to show you, just how little everyone respects you. You are the man who has tried to jump on every single relevant thing here, and you have perverted it. I can't listen to "Cult of Personality" anymore, because it reminds me that you all of sudden want to use it, when it doesn't even fit who you are. Not one tiny bit. You are not a cult of personality, you may think you are, but you're really not. You are only relevant now because a lot of wrestlers here take great enjoyment in beating you in the ring, and making Jimmy the Backpack jokes.
You're welcome, by the way.
Without that, you would just be another faceless, useless bag of crap sitting on the sidelines of obscurity.
As I said Jim, I'm really going to enjoy beating the **** out of you. Before, it was just principle. Now, you've actually made it worth my while.
Everything that you stand for, everything that you embody. All of it, needs to be wiped out. Erased.
Or a better word would be "cleansed."
Things like actually coming on television and saying that I should be thanking you that I'm not the world champion. And you're logic is I would have lost the title...
...
That is the most mind-numbingly stupid thing I've ever heard. I really can't believe you're even able to dress yourself in the morning when I hear things like that. You...you are a danger to yourself and others. Hopefully you never operate anything more complicated than a flip switch in your life. You may hurt someone.
But do you know what the best part about all this is Jim? I've already won the match. You're so desperate to maintain any semblance of momentum that you've resorted to insulting my wife, and making a whole host of threats and promises you are not going to keep. You've been trying to pump yourself up all week, because you want to believe that could win.
Who are you trying to convince, Jim?
I'm sure that in the end, once you lose, you'll have more excuses than Texas Ranger fans.
There. I'm done Jim. Choke on that, and remember that you brought this on all yourself.
Deal with that, bitch.
Roxi - What if what daddy said was right? Two boys? What do we name the other boy?
Ricky - I don't know.
Roxi - Did you have anything in mind?
Ricky - I'm sure we'll think of something.
Roxi - I still say...
Ricky - No. Scott is out of the question.
Roxi - Every party needs a pooper I guess.
Ricky - We still haven't decided on a girls name. And now it could be two girls.
Roxi - Gosh, you're right. This is already complicated, and they're not even her yet.
Ricky - I know. We'll get through it. I did have a suggestion for a girl's name.
Roxi - You did?
Ricky - Yes.
Roxi - Well?
Ricky - Chloe.
Roxi - I...I actually like that name. Chloe.
Ricky - Well, that's one problem down.
Roxi - Still thinking about Zane huh?
Ricky - No.
Roxi - Liar.
Ricky - You got me.
Roxi - Don't overthink it.
Ricky - It's not hard when I try to think like him.
Roxi - People insult me all the time to get to you. I don't know why, but they do.
Ricky - It's not that. Although that is a weird thing people have about you and I.
Roxi - Maybe it's because I seem to be the only straight non-whoreish woman here.
Ricky - That could be.
Roxi - I'm pretty sure it is.
Ricky - Regardless, Zane still crossed the line.
Roxi - He is a habitual...line stepper.
Ricky - Yes. Yes he is. And now He's going to pay for it.
Roxi - Oh, I know.
Ricky - You know what, I'm done with him. I need to get him off my mind. Let's go get ice cream.
Roxi - Banana split, here I come!
How are ya? Doing well? that's nice. I really hope this makes you angry too. Me, talking to you like this. I know this is normally Ricky's job, but he really seems...confused by your words as of late.
He really is at a loss that you continue to spout off about the same nonsense, even though he clearly laid it out for you. I mean, I think it's funny, be Ricky? No, he just thinks you may be functionally retarded.
Now, you decided that you should run your mouth about me. Why? I'm not sure. Maybe you can help me out. Why mention me? It seems silly, maybe you wanted to get an edge over Ricky, but I don't know how insulting me is going to do that.
Or maybe you want to pick on someone who you THINK you can beat. Already chalking up the loss 'eh? Good job.
Or maybe you're just lonely. No woman to keep you company. oh well. Come to think of it...I do remember you were in Infamous with...Bates.
Oh. OOOH!
I get it. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me.
Now it all makes sense. Now I know why you were such fabulous clothing.
You go girlfriend.
You know what, No more stories to sidetrack from this. You just get to listen to me now.
Jim,
You...you really don't listen do you?
You are just completely oblivious to everything around you. Are you really that stupid or have you been making a special effort all this week?
Did you not hear me? I said I don't care about your effort, or lack thereof at Battlegrounds. For all I know, you gave it your best effort. You just suck so much that maybe it looked like you didn't try.
And I don't care. As I already explained.
Wait, you probably weren't listening that time either. So here it is again, really slowly....
I. DON'T. CARE.
Get it? No, no you don't get it. is like I'm talking to a fourth grader. No, it can't be, a fourth grader at least would be able to string together one or two relevant points in a conversation, you...not so much.
Like for instance, beating me four times. Really? Why do I not remember these times? I do remember a fatal four way, one time. so, again, I ask, where are these other two times?
Oh wait, that's always been you, revising history when it suits your needs. We live in the information age, Jim. Try to keep that in mind when you go around making things up.
I mean it's not like you didn't admit that you were going nowhere near the world title, probably for the best. From everyone's standpoint. I know I would simply pick my remote and flip the channel if you were getting a world title match. I mean, I do that anytime your on TV anywhere because it hurts my brain to even try to be as asinine as you.
Like trying to equate Michael Vick as someone who beat dogs. You would think that, because you don't deal in what's real. It's whatever you think it is. This is why no one takes you seriously. For the record, Michael Vick bred dogs to fight each other. He didn't beat them. Idiot.
But speaking of beating, yes, it's what I'm going to do to you this Sunday. I'm not going to beat you up. No. That would be too easy. I'm going to beat you within an inch of your worthless life. You just don't understand the difference. Why would you? You're so used to getting losing that it all feels the same to you. So here it is, when I say "beat" I really mean "Torture". Yes, that seems fitting. I'm going to torture you this Sunday. Before I'm done with you, you will look me in the eyes and BEG me to stop. And as much pleasure as that will give me...your words will fall on deaf ears.
I contemplated whether or not it was even worth my time to put forth the effort needed to defeat you, based on what the winner received. For a moment, I would have showed you mercy and let your career continue.
Now...It's worth the effort. Now it's worth it to get a win Sunday. Because based on your words and actions, you are too stupid to be left around. I am now forced to preform euthanasia on you. And you know what? I'm going to enjoy it. All the time we're in the ring. All the times that you look at me, and realize just how screwed you really are. When you realized that opening your mouth about me, or really anything else, is a mistake. It'll be one of those things that hit you later on...
Like my fists.
Am I that bad ass? Oh, I don't know, there are TWO career on my hands Jim. Jason Evans was gone for YEARS before he came back. And John Anthony is gone forever.
And you really make me want to go for a trifecta.
Yes, Jim. It's worth it to completely humiliate you Sunday. To make it painfully clear to you just how out of your league you are.
Yes, It's worth it to be number one contender to the National title just so you can't be. Another huge pile of epic fail on your plate, I'm sure the taste of it has become a delicacy to you.
Yes it's worth it to show you, just how little everyone respects you. You are the man who has tried to jump on every single relevant thing here, and you have perverted it. I can't listen to "Cult of Personality" anymore, because it reminds me that you all of sudden want to use it, when it doesn't even fit who you are. Not one tiny bit. You are not a cult of personality, you may think you are, but you're really not. You are only relevant now because a lot of wrestlers here take great enjoyment in beating you in the ring, and making Jimmy the Backpack jokes.
You're welcome, by the way.
Without that, you would just be another faceless, useless bag of crap sitting on the sidelines of obscurity.
As I said Jim, I'm really going to enjoy beating the **** out of you. Before, it was just principle. Now, you've actually made it worth my while.
Everything that you stand for, everything that you embody. All of it, needs to be wiped out. Erased.
Or a better word would be "cleansed."
Things like actually coming on television and saying that I should be thanking you that I'm not the world champion. And you're logic is I would have lost the title...
...
That is the most mind-numbingly stupid thing I've ever heard. I really can't believe you're even able to dress yourself in the morning when I hear things like that. You...you are a danger to yourself and others. Hopefully you never operate anything more complicated than a flip switch in your life. You may hurt someone.
But do you know what the best part about all this is Jim? I've already won the match. You're so desperate to maintain any semblance of momentum that you've resorted to insulting my wife, and making a whole host of threats and promises you are not going to keep. You've been trying to pump yourself up all week, because you want to believe that could win.
Who are you trying to convince, Jim?
I'm sure that in the end, once you lose, you'll have more excuses than Texas Ranger fans.
There. I'm done Jim. Choke on that, and remember that you brought this on all yourself.
Deal with that, bitch.
Roxi - What if what daddy said was right? Two boys? What do we name the other boy?
Ricky - I don't know.
Roxi - Did you have anything in mind?
Ricky - I'm sure we'll think of something.
Roxi - I still say...
Ricky - No. Scott is out of the question.
Roxi - Every party needs a pooper I guess.
Ricky - We still haven't decided on a girls name. And now it could be two girls.
Roxi - Gosh, you're right. This is already complicated, and they're not even her yet.
Ricky - I know. We'll get through it. I did have a suggestion for a girl's name.
Roxi - You did?
Ricky - Yes.
Roxi - Well?
Ricky - Chloe.
Roxi - I...I actually like that name. Chloe.
Ricky - Well, that's one problem down.
Roxi - Still thinking about Zane huh?
Ricky - No.
Roxi - Liar.
Ricky - You got me.
Roxi - Don't overthink it.
Ricky - It's not hard when I try to think like him.
Roxi - People insult me all the time to get to you. I don't know why, but they do.
Ricky - It's not that. Although that is a weird thing people have about you and I.
Roxi - Maybe it's because I seem to be the only straight non-whoreish woman here.
Ricky - That could be.
Roxi - I'm pretty sure it is.
Ricky - Regardless, Zane still crossed the line.
Roxi - He is a habitual...line stepper.
Ricky - Yes. Yes he is. And now He's going to pay for it.
Roxi - Oh, I know.
Ricky - You know what, I'm done with him. I need to get him off my mind. Let's go get ice cream.
Roxi - Banana split, here I come!
