Post by GC on Oct 14, 2019 22:17:40 GMT -5
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Headline: The Past Should've Stayed Dead
Poster: Graham Clauson
Timestamp: October 14, 2019 - 11:03 PM EST
Headline: The Past Should've Stayed Dead
Poster: Graham Clauson
Timestamp: October 14, 2019 - 11:03 PM EST
What a statement that was, huh? I took out yesterday's trash, and it felt damn good to do it!
And don’t you even start that “Why, Graham?! Why?” shit with me, you damn smarks. Were you expecting me to walk right up to the guy who I watched die and just hug him? All so you could masturbate when you got home?
Or, even more interesting yet, what if that wasn't even him? In all honesty, you can find any random skinny-ass heroin fiend off the street, put a Madman Szalinski mask on him, and you’ve got a dead ringer for Jeremy Cundiff. Emphasis on the dead part, at least at first… Up until that night, the facts were Jeremy Cundiff was dead. Madman Szalinski was dead.
But, it turns out I was wrong. There he was, looking like “suboxone isn’t sober” in that wheelchair, staring at me. Silently passing judgment, like all of you other sheep who sat there at booed me as I did what was necessary to win that match and keep my streak alive. I told you I was, and I didn’t lie.
I just didn’t tell you how I was going to do it.
Something y’all don’t seem to understand is that emotions, let alone life in general, is not so clear-cut and simple to dissect. Society anymore take everything at the face value and pass judgment quicker than the cast of Queer Eye, holding only fair-weather relationships that end when the benefit to them ends.
When I hit the scene in Trinity Wrestling, everyone was clamoring to see what The Notorious 513 would do once he made it to the top. Everyone wanted to see that meteoric rise to the top while still being that squeaky-clean, respectful competitor you smarks seem to have a hard-on for.
But one thing is for sure, that can change real quickly when Jeremy decided to pull some Altered Beast “Rise from your grave!” shit and think I’d just welcome him back and cave to his sudden desire to be the moral compass everyone follows. My best friend, telling me to take my rightful spot at the top… Right before he pulls a damn Nick Fury-level death-fake and comes back to judge me for doing the same damn shit he pulled when he was an active competitor? Pot calling kettle black, there? Another hypocrite…
I’m sure as hell going to keep that top spot you told me to take back. It hasn’t been so hard getting here now, especially since I’ve not had to prop up anymore.
Yeah, bro. I carried your ass for years, all for you to supposedly die on me. I wasn’t even the first person you tried to reach out to. How did I find that out? Thank Madelyne, she blew your shit up the moment she started getting flooded with DM Sex requests on Twitter after I name dropped her for being a cyber-lesbo as a prank. Funny how a joke came back to uncover that our friendship is worth less than buying a car and a horse when you know you could've just called me. All of those years with you living in the same home as me, saying we were brothers... You're selfish as hell and lower than shit, Jeremy. Real talk.
And he’s lucky that the only thing I did was toss his high ass off the stage. I could've gone much farther than letting the laws of physics take Jeremy back to the morgue. I could’ve just brutalized him right there in front of his poor half-sister. I could've ripped him out of that wheelchair and made Trinity Wrestling look like it went Bando Brawls while I whooped that crippled, half-dead ass. I could've just pulled out a family size bag of Skittles and force-fed them to him until he went into diabetic shock.
Either way it went down, Red back in the ring would've sobbed over her brother again like the little ballerina bitch she is. She wrestled like a God damn amateur in that tag match! I finally got a chance to see what she could do, and the only thing that she exhibited is that she's a sellout. A FUCKING HUGGING SPOT?! How in the fuck is Waifu Fuckery our TV Champion? Is that what you want to watch?! A FUCKING ANIME HUG-OFF BETWEEN RAINBOW MIKA AND A GUY WHO MAY AS WELL BE WEARING A KUMA SUIT?!
I've been waiting for too long to get another opportunity for a World Championship to be watching a hug-off. Seeing that outright bullshit, as you audibly heard me call it out right there, had me ready to go all "Batter Up" and hit everyone in that match headless like a Votto homer. I've got no time to be lumped back together with this Seven Degrees from Masked Incest madness that the appearance of Jeremy Cundiff and his misfit brood of bastard siblings summoned to Trinity Wrestling. I'll be damned to be dragged back into that, and I'll be damned to let him lower the quality of competition in this company.
When I walked into the backstage area on Sin the first time, I told you all I was here for one thing: Ducats. I told you that I wanted the best of competition. I told Trinity Wrestling to step it up and give me some worthwhile opponents. Everyone else was mowed down like an early Sunday morning in Avondale. I was punching pink slips on talent like the place was liquidating.
I'm not going to let that stop with this match at Bad Moon Rising, either. I've got three targets in my sights, and I have to make sure none of them get the win over me first. That's the name of the game in a Fatal Four Way, especially when the top ducat in Trinity Wrestling is on the line in this one. And credit to Lex, he's been finding a way to keep that thing shiny for me before I yank it off his carcass.
You've got it bad no matter how you skin it, Lex... You've got three people who want what you've got, and you may not even have to be even involved in the winning decision to lose that World Championship. I'm sure that stings a bit, and I know all of you are going to be doing everything you can to keep ol' GC Smalls here from sticking it to the smarks. I'm hoping for the attempt, at least. I could always dump you on your head...
Speaking of heads... How's yours feeling, Thomas? You're lucky you didn't get injured! I wouldn't want that... And if anyone didn't catch the sarcasm, you're dense. Of course I wanted to recreate the Smashing Pumpkins with that suplex, Billy Corgan would've popped his wrestling nut from it! And let's face the truth about Thomas while we're at it; he had the World Championship already, lost it to Lex, and now has seemingly entered a weird relationship with Pasha after all of his daddy issues got spilled out into the public. I mean, I've fought with my father about how I should proceed with my career... Grow up in the business, it's going to happen...
In comparison, though... Thomas comes off like a whiny little bitch who constantly feels the need to be validated by a male acting as a father figure in some fashion. After I dumped in on his head, Pasha had to come to his rescue in pure paternal fashion. Is that what we want as Trinity World Champion again? A guy with serious daddy issues? I don't know if Pasha is his new Daddy, or his new Daddy at this point. I don't know how those from the Soviet region show romantic love, but there is only one thing that rhymes with Pasha: Rape.
(Don't want that rap, Pasha? You grabbed my ass when you accost-hugged me backstage when I first met you. I love the gays, but not enough to be violated. "No" means "no", big guy. I know the safe word that you use with Thomas is "Borscht", but make sure he knows that's not what I'll answer to if I slap the Scarlet Letter on him...)
And Abbi... There is no time limit to save you this time. You got lucky last time. Admittedly, you shook me a second when you actually displayed some technical skill. But you're not just going to be dealing with me this time, and I'm still the most dangerous one in the ring. Calling Thomas a Snowpuff pastry isn't funny or hurtful, and Lex will just break your jaw with some...
...what did he call it? Bricks! I remembered it was something I've been hit with before. Upside the back of my head, courtesy of a Kris Keebler back during my stint with Phoenix Wrestling. Thought he could use those to take me out permanently. Sure, it knocked me out for a small bit and left me with a concussion. But, Lex... If I got hit with real bricks and I still came back to try to fuck his day up...
Do you think that you'll be able to keep me down with that hook? Do you think you can even hit me with that hook? I know you want to after chucking your buddy off the stage. I've pissed everyone off because I took control of my own destiny! I want you to come at me, Lex! All that ball-busting backstage? Telling you that you weren't much of an upgrade from Thomas Snow? That you'll be like your moniker; you'll have your first defense and forget that you're even defending and wander off? That you're more like a Crow; see something shiny and off you go? The truth cuts, even if the wound isn't immediately visible. However, this time I'm going to leave bruises... Abrasions... Not the verbal kind...
I'm not going to be there to tell stories tomorrow night at Bad Moon Rising. I'm not going to be there to sell some form of air sense quasi-homosexual relationship because Pasha doesn't understand personal boundaries. I'm not going to be there to help Abbi get her promos to quit sounding like she's playing word association while at the supermarket. I'm not going to be there to support a family who won't let my past with them let me move forward to take what is mine, at any cost necessary.
I'm going to bask gleefully in the hatred you have chosen to shower upon me, Trinity Wrestling. I'm going to be at Bad Moon Rising to win the Trinity World Championship. I'm going prove to everyone that I was always better than all of you, and certainly better without Madman Szalinski.
Keep "Precious" shiny and well-cared for, Lex. I'm not leaving without her...
Even if I have to figuratively murder all three of you in the ring to take her.
Thug life. SHOOT'S OVER!