Post by A.C. Douglas on Feb 23, 2013 3:32:18 GMT -6
Well, after another successful outing, I'm back again. I told you all that Todd and Myself would in fact defeat the Church of Thor, and we did. I think at this point, you should be taking my words as the gospel, because aside from one fluke victory, I have an unblemished record. And that victory came at the hands of an old man and a man with an I.Q. below 100. Somehow, they got the better of me and Todd. But that's okay. Tag match don't hurt my record as much as singles losses, and I have yet to taste one of those. And if you think it's going to happen this week, you are sadly mistaken once again. I think it's time to stop doubting me.
Josh Stevens, Joe Everyman, and now Curtis D. Kanyon. Curtis was intelligent enough to get himself out of the complete and total destruction of the Church of Thor two weeks ago. Church picnic or not. The truth of the matter is that Curtis understood that Todd and myself are just too good for him, or Kingsley or Daniels to handle. So, he figured he'd send his lackeys in to do his dirty work and save himself the humiliation. Todd and myself are running through the tag division, having handed the Second Rate Riders, and Team Australia defeats with relative ease. I mean, the only other teams are Team America, and That...other black tag team that is simply trying to be us, and pose no threat to Todd and myself at all.
Curtis Kanyon continues his out and out silliness each and every week, it's hard to believe he was once the world champion of this company. He dresses up like Thor, and has two moronic Aussie's following his every word. But honestly, what has it gotten any of them? They defeated Two pathetic teams and became de-facto number one contenders, and when they faced real competition, they are soundly crushed and tossed aside like yesterday's garbage. By all rights, Todd and myself, should have easily displaced them as contenders, and we should be getting our title re-match at Crossroads. And, to further help this argument, I will easily defeat the leader of the Church of Thor myself: Curtis Kanyon.
I mean, Curtis, at one point, may have been a viable contender to some titles, and he did something that certain folks will probably never do, win the big one. But those days, they're long gone. Now Curtis is reduced to playing dress up and running around like a buffoon. But then again, that's his thing. That's what he's good at. Making all of you laugh at him. No one takes Curtis Kanyon seriously anymore. How could they? The man is almost as pathetic as Joe Everyman, but at least Curtis can be amusing at times. But that's where the value in Curtis Kanyon ends. Other than that, he's a joke of a contender, leader two other joke contenders around trying to drag his career along in hopes that they will somehow make him better. It's not going to happen Curtis, you know it, I know it.
So on Trauma, I will once again prove me superiority over the men who used to be contenders, and have become pretenders. Kanyon is just another stepping stone for me. This match is already a foregone conclusion, all the world needs to know is how badly I'm going to destroy Curtis Kanyon. I would say I'm going to knock him goofy, but I think that might be an improvement. When Trauma is over, and I once again have my hand raised, Todd and I will be accepting your apologies, and requesting our rightful place as number one contenders to the tag team titles. I'm not asking for much, and I am giving you nothing but more proof, that I am deserving of such praise. I am the future of this company, and no one, no one is going to deny me my first taste of NCW gold. Especially not a goofy little man who needs to seriously look in the mirror and grow up. Time to stop playing make-believe Curtis. The fun and games will come to a halt of Trauma, I promise you that.
I can't believe I'm doing this, was the phrase of the night for me. Somehow, Todd convinced me that Melody and I would work. I saw her at the party, and I can see the problem. I know there's a problem. I know why this would not, and should not work. But for some reason, here I am.
I think for the most part it's simply the fascination of Melody that has me so confused and interested. Here's a woman who is successful, she's intelligent, she's professional, and she looks great. She has every advantage she needs, and she has a proven track record of successfully managing large companies. And yet, she's so...ghetto. I don't like to use the word, but she seems to just turn it off and on like a switch. In the same breath, she can talk about the finer points of preforming arts, and on the other, quickly dress people down and rattle off a series of "yo mama" jokes. I thought we as black people could get past this, but here she is, perpetuating it.
And I can't help but like it.
I picked up Melody and she was instantly on the defensive about me bedding her. I hadn't really planned on it, She's actually someone whose company I enjoy. I just wanted to have an intelligent conversation and listen to her speak on important topic that actually matter in the world. Of course, she wanted to talk about Snooki. I have no idea who that person is, but I already don't like her. Melody told me about her and it made me sick to my stomach. How is this person popular? What does she contribute to society besides being a woman of loose morals, among other things. But Melody seemed stuck on her. She went on about how Snooki is simply a character, and that I shouldn't be so quick to judge, but there's a standard in the world. You either meet it, or your services are no longer required, it's the way it goes.
We at a nice seafood restaurant in New York that didn't name their dishes after famous black people. Just thinking about that place makes me sad. Melody seemed like she was in a hurry to get this night over with, and I was getting there as well, because Melody went into full "militant" mode during our meal. She let it out and I was embarrassed, but for whatever reason, I didn't get up and walk away right then and there. I don't know what she's doing to me, but I'm not myself. I knew it wouldn't effect my performance in the ring, but for some strange reason, I accepted this kind of behavior out of Melody. Perhaps it was the Dom Perignon that affected me, but I was finally with someone who didn't just want sex, or money, or anything really. She just wanted a guy to take her out once in a while. And I could do that.
Melody was seemingly happy when the night was over. I dropped her off at her apartment, and she told me she had nice time. I knew that this meant next time better be better otherwise I had no chance of having sex with her. But I...I really wasn't after that. Not with Melody. I just wanted to be...around her. Because of her look, her intelligence, her savvy. Even if they're was a glaring oversight in my standards. I guess I am willing to make an exception.
Wait, what am I saying? Why am I like this now?
What is this girl doing to me?
Josh Stevens, Joe Everyman, and now Curtis D. Kanyon. Curtis was intelligent enough to get himself out of the complete and total destruction of the Church of Thor two weeks ago. Church picnic or not. The truth of the matter is that Curtis understood that Todd and myself are just too good for him, or Kingsley or Daniels to handle. So, he figured he'd send his lackeys in to do his dirty work and save himself the humiliation. Todd and myself are running through the tag division, having handed the Second Rate Riders, and Team Australia defeats with relative ease. I mean, the only other teams are Team America, and That...other black tag team that is simply trying to be us, and pose no threat to Todd and myself at all.
Curtis Kanyon continues his out and out silliness each and every week, it's hard to believe he was once the world champion of this company. He dresses up like Thor, and has two moronic Aussie's following his every word. But honestly, what has it gotten any of them? They defeated Two pathetic teams and became de-facto number one contenders, and when they faced real competition, they are soundly crushed and tossed aside like yesterday's garbage. By all rights, Todd and myself, should have easily displaced them as contenders, and we should be getting our title re-match at Crossroads. And, to further help this argument, I will easily defeat the leader of the Church of Thor myself: Curtis Kanyon.
I mean, Curtis, at one point, may have been a viable contender to some titles, and he did something that certain folks will probably never do, win the big one. But those days, they're long gone. Now Curtis is reduced to playing dress up and running around like a buffoon. But then again, that's his thing. That's what he's good at. Making all of you laugh at him. No one takes Curtis Kanyon seriously anymore. How could they? The man is almost as pathetic as Joe Everyman, but at least Curtis can be amusing at times. But that's where the value in Curtis Kanyon ends. Other than that, he's a joke of a contender, leader two other joke contenders around trying to drag his career along in hopes that they will somehow make him better. It's not going to happen Curtis, you know it, I know it.
So on Trauma, I will once again prove me superiority over the men who used to be contenders, and have become pretenders. Kanyon is just another stepping stone for me. This match is already a foregone conclusion, all the world needs to know is how badly I'm going to destroy Curtis Kanyon. I would say I'm going to knock him goofy, but I think that might be an improvement. When Trauma is over, and I once again have my hand raised, Todd and I will be accepting your apologies, and requesting our rightful place as number one contenders to the tag team titles. I'm not asking for much, and I am giving you nothing but more proof, that I am deserving of such praise. I am the future of this company, and no one, no one is going to deny me my first taste of NCW gold. Especially not a goofy little man who needs to seriously look in the mirror and grow up. Time to stop playing make-believe Curtis. The fun and games will come to a halt of Trauma, I promise you that.
I can't believe I'm doing this, was the phrase of the night for me. Somehow, Todd convinced me that Melody and I would work. I saw her at the party, and I can see the problem. I know there's a problem. I know why this would not, and should not work. But for some reason, here I am.
I think for the most part it's simply the fascination of Melody that has me so confused and interested. Here's a woman who is successful, she's intelligent, she's professional, and she looks great. She has every advantage she needs, and she has a proven track record of successfully managing large companies. And yet, she's so...ghetto. I don't like to use the word, but she seems to just turn it off and on like a switch. In the same breath, she can talk about the finer points of preforming arts, and on the other, quickly dress people down and rattle off a series of "yo mama" jokes. I thought we as black people could get past this, but here she is, perpetuating it.
And I can't help but like it.
I picked up Melody and she was instantly on the defensive about me bedding her. I hadn't really planned on it, She's actually someone whose company I enjoy. I just wanted to have an intelligent conversation and listen to her speak on important topic that actually matter in the world. Of course, she wanted to talk about Snooki. I have no idea who that person is, but I already don't like her. Melody told me about her and it made me sick to my stomach. How is this person popular? What does she contribute to society besides being a woman of loose morals, among other things. But Melody seemed stuck on her. She went on about how Snooki is simply a character, and that I shouldn't be so quick to judge, but there's a standard in the world. You either meet it, or your services are no longer required, it's the way it goes.
We at a nice seafood restaurant in New York that didn't name their dishes after famous black people. Just thinking about that place makes me sad. Melody seemed like she was in a hurry to get this night over with, and I was getting there as well, because Melody went into full "militant" mode during our meal. She let it out and I was embarrassed, but for whatever reason, I didn't get up and walk away right then and there. I don't know what she's doing to me, but I'm not myself. I knew it wouldn't effect my performance in the ring, but for some strange reason, I accepted this kind of behavior out of Melody. Perhaps it was the Dom Perignon that affected me, but I was finally with someone who didn't just want sex, or money, or anything really. She just wanted a guy to take her out once in a while. And I could do that.
Melody was seemingly happy when the night was over. I dropped her off at her apartment, and she told me she had nice time. I knew that this meant next time better be better otherwise I had no chance of having sex with her. But I...I really wasn't after that. Not with Melody. I just wanted to be...around her. Because of her look, her intelligence, her savvy. Even if they're was a glaring oversight in my standards. I guess I am willing to make an exception.
Wait, what am I saying? Why am I like this now?
What is this girl doing to me?