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...But I forgive you.
This is a weird situation we have been put in, I cannot lie. We were doing so well these past two weeks and to watch us dominate Impact and Cage bell to bell is something that should make all of Elite Answers Wrestling feel fearful of. The two men who, within one year’s time, have been easily two of the most consistently captivating characters this company has ever seen. Baby, this is not by coincidence. It’s by our collective willpower and our innate ability to adapt and overcome every obstacle that has come our way. You don’t become Interwire or New Breed champion here without having some skill. Korey Gaines has done neither, has he? You sure as fuck don’t last and dominate in the ways we have without being committed to every little thing that it takes to be a great professional wrestler. Look at us, Drake. This is almost like the genetic lottery mixed with hall of fame level focus we both have. I mean, granted, I’m still better than you in every conceivable way but...like I told Cage months ago prior to our match, me and Drake are two of the best talents in EAW. Who would have known my Cage match at Battle of Egypt would be our first time really crossing paths? You, a vengeful and angry little cac-xican and me would lock eyes on terms that weren’t befitting of our star power. You cost Cage the match and helped me win and I wasn’t that proud of how that went done. In fact, I scolded you and proceeded to beat the dog shit out of you when we met up in Dynasty. I washed my sins and reminded you where you belonged; below me on this totem pole in this company. But, time is a cruel but impressive little bitch...unlike the two we are plagued with facing this week in the main event of Friday Night Dynasty. You see, StarrStan saw fit to book you and I in a tag team match two weeks ago against TLA and El Landerson. No surprise, we won and looked very dominant together. So, StarrStan and the powers that be saw fit to test out this tandem for the second week in a row when he placed us against Impact and Cage. What do you know? We whooped those two pieces of shit for brain losers like they weren’t two former World Champions in their hey day. But, that doesn’t end our rise as EAW’s most gifted tag team. Does it, darling? No, no, no. I can’t remember whose idea it was for us to even get involved in the main event, but...the plan went masterfully executed. Like Ocean’s 11 before Sandra Bullock and those try hard thots ruined the franchise. You came out and distracted Kassidy Heart, a woman we both have our own opinions of, and I swooped in and got to drill her head with that World Heavyweight Championship belt and left her knocked out like a fucking light. Bittersweet because I truly wished I could have done that to her and House of Glass but I’ll expound on that fish pussy having girl in due time. We rigged the match, helped TLA win, then beat the pinto beans out of his ass as fans watched horrified at how mighty we looked.
Then, not even The Visual Prophet could predict you trying your best to break my fucking heart moments later.
I went to pick up that World Heavyweight Championship, the same World Heavyweight Championship that you, Kassidy, Impact, Cage, TLA, and myself will find ourself locked inside an elimination chamber and arming ourself with the most extreme weapons we can conceive for...that very same belt, I-I-I went to go pick up that same belt and...ye. You kicked me in the face. You didn’t just kick me in the face, that’s selling you short. You superkicked your Arabic/Italian/Whatever the fuck you are feet into my beautifully sculpted face and dropped me like a bag of sand. You then rubbed my gorgeous, almost illegally handsome mug into that championship belt and let me and everyone know that nobody was going to get in your way from becoming next World Heavyweight Champion. You know, I was hurt at that moment. Emotionally, more than physically given that the superkick you threw didn’t even leave a scratch and more or less was offensive of an attempt overall. My pride in what we could have been together as a team is what was left stinging, Drake King. I wasn’t in physical pain...until you did me dirty and then decided you had to curb stomp my distractingly dashing face into that very same belt we will be fighting for at Road to Redemption. That hurt, it really did. I kind of felt bad for that bitch Kassidy cause I legit might have gave that cunt a concussion given how hard I swung that belt in the back of her skull with her having no idea I was behind her to soften that blow. But, you stomped my head into that same belt with enough force to kill an elephant and NOW we have to take all this information and process it before we have our third tag team match as a team in a row against two former world champions in a shitty division that discriminated against male competitors and...I still have the courage to say on this platform right now that...I forgive you Drake King.
I forgive you for what you did last week and this week we will wash away your sins and move forward as still the best tag team in EAW.
I forgive you for curb stomping my face into that title because I get it. You were threatened. You were scared. You were terrified because you got a glimpse of a future that I predicted weeks ago. Me with that World Heavyweight Championship was frightening, wasn’t it? The Visual Prophet holding that belt was a shock to your system. The title you think you should be holding, the one Impact kicked your ass over at Territorial Invasion for...it was in my hands and I was looking at it the same way I caught Sophia Clarke staring at my dick through my pants during our EEC six person interview last week. You were scared for several reasons. It reminds you that, though you are one of the most talented and phenomenal people in EAW...you will never be as good as me. It reminds you that, I whooped your ass weeks ago and at Road to Redemption I am capable of beating you more savagely than I did previously. It reminds you that, though we both enjoy our newly formed tag team adventure, RTR is a night only one of us can be the star. It also reminded you what it must have felt like to be a background member of that failed experiment known as The Round Table. Back when Joshua and Jake were standing in the shadow of someone shining brighter than them. Back when you were the star and not the weakest link of the group. But, I get it. I believe my maturity and mental fortitude is so strong that I could never and would have never done what you did to me to you but I GET IT DRAKE! That’s why I can’t stay upset because everybody makes mistakes and you clearly did it because you felt helpless in that moment when you saw me with a title that I am destined to hold. But, your insecurities must subside for now because we have bigger fish to fry. Speaking of fish...
I can smell Serena and Sienna from where I’m sitting right now.
StarrStan is a regal bald man with some intelligence but this predictable booking has to stop. I could see this match up a mile away. Controversy creates cash, an adage older than Serena’s quick weave and one that applies here. Vizzy and Drizzy look like they hate each other almost as much as Sienna and Serena hate each other but that’s far from the complete scope of things. Drake and I will be able to coexist and compete as well if not better than we did these past two weeks, that I assure you. But, these two heifer hoe whore thotties with their caked up make up and their undone fingernails are clearly in over their big forehead having heads in this scenario. Sienna Jade looks like Chihuahua on Teanna Trump’s body and Serena Bennett has more crabs on her than a plate from Red Lobsters. These skanks are stupid for even showing up this Friday night. Drizzy and Vizzy going undefeated in 2019 as the best duo in EAW. Clearly though, even if we were still at odds, Drake and Viz are flat out capable of chucking these stick with tits built broads all over Montreal like gravy on French fries. Side note; Poutine is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard of and I’ve heard the sounds Impact makes when he moans after Sienna puts her strap on and let’s him ride reverse cowboy. How is it that I heard this? I was on Empire months ago and that’s back when Sienna was actually wrestling and not being a bitch and disappearing for months like Cage. Anyway, our locker-rooms were side by side and some wise prankster thought it’d be funny to switch the names outside our doors. Probably was that dastardly Tyler Wolfe, fucking Kingdom cunt...anyway! I walk in with my Lucas Johnson Beats by Dre headphones on listening to Ricky Martin’s greatest hits, ready to set my bags down, and as soon as I step in I hear this shit;
“Sienna...oh my GAWD!!!” From Imp. “GAWD be damned, you know this nut is inevitable!” From Jade. Puking noises from Bae.
I grabbed a pair of that bitches panties and fled the scene of that sex crime. I know, I know...half of you are probably on your computers furiously tweeting to Imp, Sienna, and myself like the nerds you are. “WAS THIS STORY EVEN TRUE?!?!” Is probably the majority of the reactions and to that I ask...does it fucking matter? SOSA came back months before his big show opening promo and we all act like that didn’t happen. Point is, what is reality? Or maybe it’s not. ANYFUCKINGWAY! EAW has a way of burying the real story sometimes and if people don’t want to believe what I said right there, so be it. To be honest, I thought I would never have to mention it again outside of a therapy session but, given the fact that EAW has spent my nearly full year of time as an elitist hiding Sienna Jade and Serena Bennett from me like I wasn’t going to inevitably knock both of these pumped up whores out like candle lights in a thunderstorm is very telling to me. To finally get the chance to do so is a blessing that I hope my partner isn’t ignoring. I’ve been plotting on punishing Serena ever since she was doing dating videos with that homeless rapper SOSA Henderson and Sienna Jade pisses me off because she can’t decide if she wants to be viewed as a serious threat in this company or simply as Impact’s spicy little flesh light that becomes sentient every few months and wants to come back to have four or five matches before disappearing again. My point is, individually these two sluts can’t shake with Bae. They might give Drake some trouble but I’m confident King could feast on these yeast panties filled females. But, our forces combined? It’s like staring down the barrel of a 12 gauge, turning to flee, and running right into the nose of an AK-47. All head shots, all point blank range, all hollow tip and buckshot riddled corpses piling up over and over again. Four elitist been gunned down by Drake and myself these last two weeks, what’s two more for the graveyard? After I win at Road to Redemption, me and Drake can possibly see how long this Call of Duty Black apps Kill-streak of wins goes. At Dynasty, we will be parading with these floozy goofy bitches heads like they did Ned Stark in King’s Landing after he was executed.
I am the bigger and better man then Drake and I will show you all this week. Why? Simple...I love this shit, man. I thrive in the moments that appear unpredictable. I mine my own mind for forbidden rituals and strike in the moments most critical. They see me being whimsical and assume it’s always literal. Until I catch them sleeping and wake them up to a truth so visual. A reality so miserable. An existential awakening that is cold, devastating, and visceral. Big Vizzy aka Viewy P aka Big Visual. Caster of spells, performer of modern day miracles. The goosebumps I give to the watchers are spiritual. The thrashings I dish out are biblical. Every hit is critical and every moment is mystical. Ringing the necks of whoever next until the mission is filled. Sienna, Serena, Cantina, Sabrina...don’t even fucking matter when it comes time to see us. Driz and Viz in four in any arena. Ye. I’m not letting up not now or ever. As your next World Heavyweight Champion, I must set an example for these peons that being Serena and Sienna can maybe get you to the top but to stay great, you gotta be like us. You gotta be like King and Prophet. Let’s get em, darling!
XOXO
