Post by dj03 on Aug 22, 2013 16:46:11 GMT -5
This really shouldn't have surprised me.
Hell, after all the shit that I helped put Morgan through, I'm surprised she didn't react sooner.
Still though, the events from Wrestle Extravaganza still piss me off, and it's been 5 days now.
5 days, and for the first 3 I couldn't sleep. Didn't eat. All I could think about was that bitch sending her little cronies down to involve themselves in my match.
I had that fucking match won. Charlie Luzon was right where I fucking wanted him, and then here comes Toxic.
I should've seen it coming, really.
But I didn't. Shame on me. And now here I am, a target on my back all because I respect Team Lethality and I think that Morgan Simmons as GM is the worst fucking thing to ever happen to this company. If being a friend to Team Lethality and standing up for what's right is going to cost me, then the only thing left for me to do is....
Become a member of Team Lethality.
I set up the camera as normal, ready to cut a promo for the upcoming edition of Rapture, and I have a LOT to say. After setting the time delay, I put my head down, waiting for the beep to let me know that the camera is recording.
*BEEP*
"Morgan Simmons, Toxic, congratulations."
I speak with my head still down, my words are slow and articulate
"At Wrestle Extravaganza, you fired the most recent volleys against Team Lethality in the war that has been waging between your two factions for years now. What happened to Danielle Lopez and the Princesses of Lethality was a fucking joke, but they're adults.
I don't need to speak for them."
I now gaze into the camera, my expression icy. I'm burning with rage and I'm trying to keep my composure.
"But what happened in my match...
That's something else entirely.
You see, Morgan, when you sent Toxic down to ringside to punish me for my involvement in making your life hell over the past month or so, what you really did was send your little friends to Death Row.
A wise person once said to never go for the maim. Always, fucking ALWAYS! Go for the kill.
I'm still breathing, Morgan.
I’d like to tell you a story. It’s a story about a man named Mike Christian.
Mike came from a small town outside of Selma, Alabama. He didn’t wear a pair of shoes until he was 13 years old. When he was 17 he enlisted in the US Navy to go defend his country during the Vietnam War. In 1967, Mike Christian was shot down and held in a Vietnamese 5x9 cell in a Prisoner of War camp for 5 1/2 years.
One day, Mike acquired a bamboo needle from one of the guards; every day, for two years, Mike worked on one project -- sewing an American flag on the inside of his shirt. Every day, Mike would work on that flag – and every day, he and the other prisoners would stand up in front of that shirt and say the Pledge of Allegiance. Mike Christian and his buddies, shot down in Vietnam, held in the worst kind of torture chamber, every day, they’d say the Pledge of Allegiance:
I Pledge Allegiance. To the flag. Of the United States of America. And to the republic. For which it stands. One nation. Under god. Indivisible. With liberty. And justice for all.
Every day. Until one day he got caught. And for 17 hours he was beaten and mauled and burned and decimated within an absolute inch of his life – and when he got back to his cell – when he got back to his cell – he took that t-shirt – and he held it up – and do you know what he said? Do you know what he said?
I Pledge Allegiance. To the flag. Of the United States of America. And to the republic. For which it stands. One nation. Under god. Indivisible. With liberty. And justice for all.
And when he said the Pledge of Allegiance. When Mike Christian, who didn’t own a pair of shoes until he was 13 years old, put his mangled hand on his tortured heart and said the Pledge of Allegiance – do you know what those North Vietnamese sons of bitches did to him? Do you know? Do you know?
They let him go.
The guards let him go because they knew that any man who would come back after a beating like that and stand right in their face and say, “Hit Me Again, You Bastards! I Will Not Back Down And You Will Hit Me Again!...” they knew that any man like that was more man than they could control – and they wanted to be as far away from that man as possible.
Morgan, you have beaten, bruised, maimed and almost destroyed Team Lethality. But you have not, and WILL not succeed.
We will keep standing. And we will keep fighting.
Which brings me to my opponent for this week, Alexis Knight.
I'm sorry, Alexis. I really and truthfully am. What I'm going to do to you this week isn't personal, but every time I hit you, every move I land on you, I'll be sending a message to Morgan Simmons with. You are going to feel pain like you've never felt before, Alexis.
But it's not your fault.
If you want to blame anyone, blame Morgan. She's awoken the monster inside of me.
I said at WE that it was my turn to send a message, Morgan.
I hope you're watching. Because this is your future.
Bank on that, bitch."
Hell, after all the shit that I helped put Morgan through, I'm surprised she didn't react sooner.
Still though, the events from Wrestle Extravaganza still piss me off, and it's been 5 days now.
5 days, and for the first 3 I couldn't sleep. Didn't eat. All I could think about was that bitch sending her little cronies down to involve themselves in my match.
I had that fucking match won. Charlie Luzon was right where I fucking wanted him, and then here comes Toxic.
I should've seen it coming, really.
But I didn't. Shame on me. And now here I am, a target on my back all because I respect Team Lethality and I think that Morgan Simmons as GM is the worst fucking thing to ever happen to this company. If being a friend to Team Lethality and standing up for what's right is going to cost me, then the only thing left for me to do is....
Become a member of Team Lethality.
I set up the camera as normal, ready to cut a promo for the upcoming edition of Rapture, and I have a LOT to say. After setting the time delay, I put my head down, waiting for the beep to let me know that the camera is recording.
*BEEP*
"Morgan Simmons, Toxic, congratulations."
I speak with my head still down, my words are slow and articulate
"At Wrestle Extravaganza, you fired the most recent volleys against Team Lethality in the war that has been waging between your two factions for years now. What happened to Danielle Lopez and the Princesses of Lethality was a fucking joke, but they're adults.
I don't need to speak for them."
I now gaze into the camera, my expression icy. I'm burning with rage and I'm trying to keep my composure.
"But what happened in my match...
That's something else entirely.
You see, Morgan, when you sent Toxic down to ringside to punish me for my involvement in making your life hell over the past month or so, what you really did was send your little friends to Death Row.
A wise person once said to never go for the maim. Always, fucking ALWAYS! Go for the kill.
I'm still breathing, Morgan.
I’d like to tell you a story. It’s a story about a man named Mike Christian.
Mike came from a small town outside of Selma, Alabama. He didn’t wear a pair of shoes until he was 13 years old. When he was 17 he enlisted in the US Navy to go defend his country during the Vietnam War. In 1967, Mike Christian was shot down and held in a Vietnamese 5x9 cell in a Prisoner of War camp for 5 1/2 years.
One day, Mike acquired a bamboo needle from one of the guards; every day, for two years, Mike worked on one project -- sewing an American flag on the inside of his shirt. Every day, Mike would work on that flag – and every day, he and the other prisoners would stand up in front of that shirt and say the Pledge of Allegiance. Mike Christian and his buddies, shot down in Vietnam, held in the worst kind of torture chamber, every day, they’d say the Pledge of Allegiance:
I Pledge Allegiance. To the flag. Of the United States of America. And to the republic. For which it stands. One nation. Under god. Indivisible. With liberty. And justice for all.
Every day. Until one day he got caught. And for 17 hours he was beaten and mauled and burned and decimated within an absolute inch of his life – and when he got back to his cell – when he got back to his cell – he took that t-shirt – and he held it up – and do you know what he said? Do you know what he said?
I Pledge Allegiance. To the flag. Of the United States of America. And to the republic. For which it stands. One nation. Under god. Indivisible. With liberty. And justice for all.
And when he said the Pledge of Allegiance. When Mike Christian, who didn’t own a pair of shoes until he was 13 years old, put his mangled hand on his tortured heart and said the Pledge of Allegiance – do you know what those North Vietnamese sons of bitches did to him? Do you know? Do you know?
They let him go.
The guards let him go because they knew that any man who would come back after a beating like that and stand right in their face and say, “Hit Me Again, You Bastards! I Will Not Back Down And You Will Hit Me Again!...” they knew that any man like that was more man than they could control – and they wanted to be as far away from that man as possible.
Morgan, you have beaten, bruised, maimed and almost destroyed Team Lethality. But you have not, and WILL not succeed.
We will keep standing. And we will keep fighting.
Which brings me to my opponent for this week, Alexis Knight.
I'm sorry, Alexis. I really and truthfully am. What I'm going to do to you this week isn't personal, but every time I hit you, every move I land on you, I'll be sending a message to Morgan Simmons with. You are going to feel pain like you've never felt before, Alexis.
But it's not your fault.
If you want to blame anyone, blame Morgan. She's awoken the monster inside of me.
I said at WE that it was my turn to send a message, Morgan.
I hope you're watching. Because this is your future.
Bank on that, bitch."