Oh boy...e-wrestling is sure in a slump.  Jack Duncan is 100% correct for the first time in his pitiful existence, and I am quickly losing the motivation to continue on and attain the goals I outlined in my last thoughts.  In an age when pictures, font color, and length are all that seemingly matter, my quality laiden roleplays seem obsolete.  Hell, they are considered obsolete, and as the World Champion, I am receiving major heat from the so called "boys."  Fortunately I, thanks to Jack Duncan, Complicated, and my one supporter among the staff members Paul, can honestly say to the "boys" FUCK YOU.  My 3 aforementioned comrades have supported me, and along with my unlikely buddies in the Soulz, I do realize that I still am the stuff of legends, just not with the new guys.  So you might say "Okay...your self-doubt is no more.  You know you are the man.  So why aren't you motivated again?"
 
    The answer is simple.  I just don't care anymore.  I do not see how Hogan, Nash, Flair, Savage, and all the other old jabrons can continue to work after so many years and so many great runs.  I, much like them, have the business coarsing through my veins, but after four years of e-wrestling and seven World Titles, I can honestly say enough is enough.  I'm just not hungry anymore.  Take this goofy All-Star Cup thing for example.  In the past, I would have been gung-ho about this match and given it my all.  But now...I just finished writing out one of my worst RPs ever for the match, and I don't care.  Tomorrow when the results are posted, I won't care then either.

    I can't blame my disenchantment with e-wrestling on anyone, not even the wonderful Daz.  I just can't lie to myself anymore.  It was a cool hobby at one time that I enjoyed spending time on.  Now, I feel like I'm wasting my time.  The goals I have set for myself seem so far away, even though I am only a month away from becoming the longest reigning World Champion, a win away from the Grand Slam, and know the win streak record will never be mine.  It's just not that fun anymore.  I just do not get excited about reading the results anymore, or planning my revenge on an enemy, or even winning a championship.  Twenty-some odd belts is enough.  It's time to let some of the new guys take over, with their crappy style and RPs which take entire days to write.  If they have the lives to waste on this stuff, fine.  The bottom line is that NYU among 60+ other universities and colleges are gunning for the great CRT, and I have much better stuff to do with my time.
 
    With that said, I guess all I can do is give e-wrestling all I can, and pursue my outlined goals until I can pursue them no longer.  There is still some gas in the tank, just the driver would rather fuck the woman in the passenger's seat then hit the accelerator.

    Well...with that said, it's time to move on to my next topic.  Hayabusa.  My new MAN GOD.  I always knew the man was awesome, and I always worshipped the ground he walked on, but it wasn't until I recently viewed the DVD FMW: The Flying Assasin that I realized that he is the fucking best.  I mean...who else executes springboard dropkick their opponent's knees and arms JUST because that is the area of their body they have been working over?  What other high flyer do you know can give Mike Awesome a Tiger Driver or a Falcon's Arrow with ease, and if you say Sean O'Haire I will fucking kill you.  Eiji Ezaki, or Hayabusa, or as he was known for a while back in '99 I think, The H, is the man.
 
    From the Firebird Splash and the Falcon's Arrow to his awesome invention the Pheonix Splash, the man is modern day marvel, and truly deserving the title of G.O.A.T.- Greatest of All Time.  It is a damn fucking shame that he broke his neck last year, and if he can ever come back, I can only pray he does.  He is an inspiration and a man-god.  God bless Hayabusa.  No.  God thank you FOR Hayabusa.

    I figured I'd have more to say about Hayabusa, but I guess not.  I mean, if you don't think he is the man, then you are a complete idiot undeserving of life, end of story.  So what else can I rant about?  I would talk about Sean O'Haire since I brought him up, but I'm too tired right now and don't have enough obscenities in my vocabulary to quite describe how I feel about him yet.  I already covered my wanning interest in e-wrestling.  Hmm...

    Mandy Moore is hot.  I am still speculating if Trish's breasts are real or not...I've heard they are, but sometimes they just look too good to be true.  Who knows?  If they are, then she will definitely surpass Stacy Keibler at the top of my Hottest Women in Wrestling List, and move up a notch on my overall Hottest Women List.  No offense to the lovely Test fucker, but if Trish has a real rack along with her wonderful ass, well then, there really is no competition.  We'll see though, once I get her into bed and try them out.

    HHH is boring.  I thought he'd be cool when he came back, but no.  He sucks.  He should just turn heel already.  Kurt Angle rules.  He should be wrestling for the Undisputed Title, and I hope they make the appropriate arrangements.  It's not like anyone will care if they switch the Mania title match now, cause all people really give a damn about at this point is Rock-Hogan, and my God after that match is over, the WWF will be in SHIT CITY unless RVD can pull something out of his ass.

    My new computer will kick ass.  Not really.  Because it's not even new, and the guy selling it to me has decided to try to rip me off.  Creach has been Screwed Again.  But that's okay, because a Pentium 4 is on the way as it is, so really I only need his $200 Pentium 3 to tide me over with Ghost Recon and Rogue Spear before all our bitches decide to pay their dues and we become rich.  Oh, how I cannot wait to begin popping people in the head once again, only this time, my computer won't be screwing me over.  It's gonna be GREAT!

    Quick update: E-wrestling is still growing lame.  Good Lord, it is truly pathetic these days, and it is only going down hill.  We must all look up to Paul Ballatti and Spider for trying to maintain its original dignity and entertainment to an extent, but even they are slowly evolving.  Nothing short of Kevin Gill's death will save HCW.

    I guess this is all I have to say.  Wrestle Mania is shaping up to be a one trick pony, I am on top of the e-wrestling world, which is bad because e-wrestling is plummeting to its death head first, I'd really like to be fucking Trish up the ass right about now, I can't wait to prove to the world that C-R-T is the man on Ghost Recon, and Hayabusa rules.

I'm out.
 
 
 
 

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