-= Shattering The Glass Ceiling =-
I returned home after a dinner and fuck from Natasha. I had witnessed quite a different side of Natasha tonight. I was quite captivated by it. Yet I knew I had to focus on this week's match. I felt the weight on my shoulders seem to be lifted figuratively and physically. I look at the camera and smirk.
So last week wasn't exactly my best week....okay it was my worst week. I lost two matches. Yes, TWO matches. That is fucking unheard of. Yet one of those matches actually benefited me. You see Mike Bessette was right about one fucking thing....The Vendetta title is nothing more than a worthless piece of aluminum. So I am glad I have that piece shit title out of my hands. After all that title was weighing me down from breaking through the proverbial glass ceiling. I mean really if I would have retained that title where would I be? I will tell you I would still be forced to fight the washed up and the never will be's. Finally now I can achieve my full potential. So let the fucking skank parade around with the title. That is where it belongs....a piece of shit title with a piece of wrestler. Now as for my loss to Mike Bessette, he came in like a vulture and picked the bones clean. Then again you knew that was the only way Mike Bessette could have ever picked up the victory over me. After all he is now just one of Shane Clemmens little bitches.
Speaking of bitches....
It brings me to the truck stop skank Lucia King and her butta face cohort Nigella Helms-King. Do you two have a fucking death wish or something? I mean really Lucia and Nigella just cause nobody in Superiority Complex would fuck you with Shane Clemmens' dick doesn't mean you have to go out and commit career suicide by trying to pick a fight with Superiority Complex. I mean I am sure there are guys out there for you two that have much and I do mean much lower standards and doesn't mind the occasional herpes outbreak. Yet two stupid bitches decide to fuck with Superiority Complex now, oh well I guess it's their funeral. After all the Superiority Complex will make sure they get what is coming to them. Anyway I wasted enough time on them
Now on to this week.....
I get to face AJ RED RUM, yet another member of Evil Over Rule. Wasn't it last week that I faced the Indian with an vendetta of the group? Now I face some painted up freak. I mean really why the fuck am I facing the Village People of the F1X? Though I know supposedly this guy is really evil. I mean fuck he tore his tag team partner's arm off. HE'S EVIL!!!! He's crazy right? You know what fuck that shit. AJ RED RUM is nothing than an act. I mean take away the face paint, cut the hair and he is nothing more than another that works at Kinko's. I mean really AJ RED RUM you think that you can spell Murder Ja backwards, paint your face and poof you are automatically evil? Please all it makes you look like is a Gene Simmons in a cover Kiss cover band. Though enough about your looks. Anyone could point out the stupidity of that.
Let's dive deeper into the man that is AJ RED RUM....
AJ RED RUM, so you are evil? Oh that is right cause your ex-wife screwed you over? Well fucking join the club. That doesn't make you evil, that just makes you about thirty percent of the world's population. So what if you killed your wife, you just acted on what most men thought about doing at least once in their marriage. So in other words, your tortured past doesn't make you evil, it just makes you a divorced man who actually followed through on a plan. Though at Aftershock you are not facing some defenseless woman or some old friend. Rather you are facing me. I'm not going to be intimidated by you. Hell I will be too busy hold back the laughter as I stand face to face with you. Let's face it AJ RED RUM. You are nothing ,but a joke. Hell your whole little group is nothing more than a band of losers that apparently like to go trick or treating. So save the little stories and threats cause they will fall on deaf ears.
So fuck the EOR...
You say people should fear you. Please I think most of the roster pities your little group. Hell I just look at last week, the Hybrid People made you all look like fools. Then again that hasn't been that hard lately has it? I mean really when is the last time anyone in your group has won a match? Does it go back to the XCW days? Basically what am I saying? You are nothing more than one trick pony that has long wore out his welcome. At Aftershock the supposed legacy of the Evil Over Rule will take another body blow. Hell maybe this time you do the world a favor and stay down for the count. Maybe finally after the show this week, the F1X can be rid of this unsightly blemish known as Evil Over Rule.
This week is a new beginning...
You see this week I start my climb to relevance. You see no more am I going to wallow in the slums that is the Vendetta division. This week I start my ascent to the top of the F1X. Yeah, laugh now while you can still can ,but prepare to covered in glass when I shatter this fucking glass ceiling.
I give a sly smirk as I jump down from the counter and walk over to the couch and take a seat knowing that this week I would avenge my two losses. I would avenge the petty attacks of Lucia King and Nigella Helms-King. Though right now it was time to....
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