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Chalk up another loss for me right? Mr Wrestling even tho showed low dick energy as he lolly gagged his way through a mid-meh promo he showed up to Voltage and appeared to have my number yet again. Seems like the norm for these days as at some point in a match someone finds a way to get me and the tides turn into favor. I can honestly say round two verus the old man I feel like I faired better as the first time I just wasnt ready for the old vet hijinks or his mat based wrestling I wasnt ready for as he handed me my ass the entire time. Come round two with how shitty he has been wrestling with how shitty of a mind set he brought and with how banged up and shitty he was feeling you would think that match would go to me. Well turns out we wrestle to see if thats really the case as this time around he got in some good licks and I got in some good licks as I had him dead the rights towards the end of the match only to have the rug pulled right out from under me as he caught me sleeping so to speak just enough for him to hit his finisher than the three seconds of glory and his stupid ass name announced a second later. The tides will soon favor me you old ass bitch.
But wrestling is like life, when the good times are going theres a moment where something shows up and fucks with you to bring you down or in reverse when your in the shitter as you continue to get your ass kicked sometimes life brings you that little of momentum to bring you back to life as you use it to your gain as you find ways to win at life. Thats the life that bitch that we call wrestling brings for some of us. We got a love hate relationship as it wants to whip my ass, beat me down, hold me down, and force feed bull shit til I cant take it. But my love for wrestling is strong as I love it too much to quit, to walk away, to retire, and to allow the negative to break up with her cuz I know deep down she loves me as she secretly hopes that one day I will be able to thrive, to one day be able to string shit together to get out of this hole she has created, to one day actually help me save my legacy and turn this shit right back up and turn whatever career this is into something worth mentioning when I am retired, worth mentioning my highlights, worth bringing up when your bring up former champions and fuckin worth mentioning when the day comes that Korey Gaines is put six feet deep. Right now the name is worth using as toilet paper but once wrestling stops hating me and starts loving me again there will be a lot of net worth of it to respect and appropriate
Ever since this match was announced I have watched Vegas as the odds of this match gets updated each day. Jamie Cross since day one has been the clear favorite, then Brianna Hill, then Sierra Everett, then the Major, then Santoro, Sally, and very low in the dirt when it comes to betting odds is me. Ive also sat around reading what the wrestling writers, bloggers, vloggers, and podcasters have had to say and its Cross this, Hill that, Everette this and that. Giving Major some love and some how some way the fuckin clown has gotten some love too. But when the mere mention of Korey Gaines comes up all they wanna say is he will do something pretty cool in the air or spot monkey for this moment but when push comes to shove Korey will get burnt by the bright lights and find a way to fail. Then when I kept close attention to the suits, to the bookers, to those around catering, to those who work with or near the bosses they got a lot to run there mouth about with there feelings, opinions, and will either truthly let out with the superiors say or even prolly fib as to one up one superiors story to theres about the feelings about this match as theres has been nothing truly postive to say about me and then when you blend in with the roster you hear the bull shit that they gotta say, you hear the why the fuck is Korey in this match? Why the fuck is Korey even on this card, and the whole Captain Charisma giving hand outs to the poor kids again.
So with all that said theres no pressure right? Nothing to stress about right? Nothing to worry about? Nothing to get the blood pressure to elevate am I right? Just waltz into this match with a grateful to be here type attitude and just have fun right? Nah the pressure is going to be dialed up to a ten cuz this mother fucker is going to play spoiler, this mother fucker is going to ruin everyones fuckin night, this mother fuckier is going to turn the heat all the way the fuck up and bring severe burns to everyone he comes into contact with. This mother fucker is going to send everyone back to the start of shit. Doubt me? Overlook me? Discredit me? Good do so cuz I aint coming just to say hey I was in Clusterfuck on Wicked Games and did you see the cool moonsault or awesome to be here did you see that sweet fuckin suicide dive that took out Cross and Major. Nah the pressure is on high cuz I aint waiting for momentum to change into my favor as I take that bitch by its fuckin hair and change shit around myself. I am putting the pressure on myself to get rid of the fuckin stigma that follows me that I am grateful for a opportunity only to show up and shit the bed. I am changing the imaginary that Korey folds when you bring talented some what big names around. The pressure gets fired up to the max in order to improve my standings here in this company. I aint fuckin around, I aint playing around, and I certainly aint going to be funning around. Im coming to fuckin shock, awe, and spoiler every god damns persons life in this match. Then waltz right into the next big fuckin event against the likes of Drake King or Cameron and shock the fucking world as I take the world title strap and put it over my fuckin shoulder.
Im built for this shit, I truly am. I would do anything to put this company on my back as I show up, show out, and fuckin show off with that title as I try to take it to heights that some of the world champions in the past I have not even been able to take it. You know the shit this could do for my career? I wont be doing it for the money as I have been paid so fuckin handsomly well but the aura that would replace the one that currently cirlcing me would do wonders as the confidence that I have boosts tenfold, the momentum it will bring my career would be espidentual as there would not be a way you could stop the Gaines train from stopping. The respect? Well people would still shit on me, mock, and all that shit like before as everyone would want to do there absolute damndest to take the title away from me then piss on me while I was done so that wouldnt change but I would honor, cherish, love, appreciate, show up for, and never let it down ever. People would doubt the absolute dog shit out of me and say I am tarnishing it as its around the waist of Korey Gaines but you wouldnt believe or understand how much work I would fuckin put into that thing in order to be the world world champ that this company has ever seen. Its also been a while since a high flying wrestler has held onto that title so that expect alone would bring so much more attention and match entertainment to it. But thats down the road after wicked games. So for Clusterfuck its all about fucking up everyones night, spoiling there hopes and dreams as I send them all back to the fucking starting line.
Lets start off with the one person who really shouldnt be in this match and who really fuckin deserve to have a fucking title shot at fuckin all. Sierra Everette. Why do I say that? Which fuckin verison of you are we going to expect out of you? You either show up to fuckin kick ass or you barely show the fuck up at all. Its like a Jeykll and Hyde when it comes to you. Your either just simply better or just come out to wrestle flatter than a bad soda. So why in the fuck would we think your even capable of being a great champ? Cuz the moment you face someone you really dont feel like facing or feel like showing up for you give these half ass wrestling matches just like last week in the tag team and you fail as you fall flat on your face. I honestly think you would be a fluke champion as you just may lose the title just right after you win it. But my bad I guess its me whos not suppose to be here right? Lets just forgive all those times where you barely fuckin show up cuz of all the other few times where you were simply better when you actually did give a rats ass. Also you dont seem like the type that would do qna's, signings, radio interviews, tv apperances and all the other shit a champ would do cuz why give that type of effort right? Your not simply better than anyone, your just simply meh I guess I will show up but I wont give the effort you want as it will just depends if I truly get something I want out of it as if it will benefit me or not. You put yourself first than yourself again, than maybe a friend or two unless it benefits you, and then oh all you. So my guess no matter how much they would pay you as champ if it only shines bright on you is when you would show up for things but when its for the company or not just you solely than why bother mentally or physically show up.
Whats funny is we got Mia Santoro in this match, for the longest time when you wanted to compare shitty wrestlers it was me and Lucas Johnson, then it was me and Kasai, and then Juggalo Sally, and now here recently the next shitty wrestler I am being match up with when folks want to run my name in the shitter its you Mia. But you want to belittle me and you want to mock me and you want to cut me down to size with insults. But yet what the fuck have you done in your measly little career here in EAW? I can quite honestly say I really dont know what the hell you have done for yourself here as all everyone else does is mock, shit, and laugh at you like they do towards me. So for you to say you stand taller than the likes of Jamie Cross and I cant believe I am giving her any credit but Sierra is laughable to me as I quite honestly say that there is no fuckin way you can last against those two. But you value yourself very highly, have a shit ton of confidence and you march to the beat of your own drum. So you do you but there is no chance in hell that you have any snow flake chance in hell in winning this match.
Major we meet again and this time there is no ladder, no barb wire, and no screwdriver for you to use in order find a way to tamper with my career. Again we went back and forth with this after the barb wire match as you felt like it all was a accident and you just did what you had to do. But the actions that you put into motion with nearly stabbing me with the screwdriver, pushing me off the ladder to be zapped into unconsciousness, and then to toss me off the ladder to the outside onto more exploding wire as I crashed into a ladder put my career into a worldwind ever since as payback will be coming for you this weekend. You dont know when, how, and where it will happened in this match but it will happen and your night plus your career will not and wont be the same for quite a while. The respect is there my guy but anything that happens to you from me in this match its a lil bit personal but a lot just business.
Brianna Hill. Your practually brand fuckin new right out of the box. Came in with so much hype as so far you have backed it as they placed you against a lot big names. I gotta say I am really impress as you are a beast. There isnt anything you cant do and there isnt a light that too fuckin bright for you. Your a favorite in Vegas as a lot of bettors are placing a lot of money on you and Cross. One thing that I am stoked for is that your past that bubbly, happy to be here, and happy to be apart of the biggest fuckin company in the world. You got in your lumps as that has pissed you off royally as I am imagine where your coming from winning is all you know and now that you got your taste of these losses your ready to get right back on track with a dub right? Crazy how in just a few matches that you have that you could quite frankly change that in a instant as you win your shot at big title opportunity. I saw your promo and well you ran down everyone but me, I get it the vet of the match who just constantly looses who just proly placed in this match to get off a couple cool aerial moves and couple noteworthy crashes. Prolly also hear everyones speel on there value on me as you just overlooked me as not something to truly think or care about, I get it I truly do but theres no so much dispresect one can truly muster listening to a newb who thinks she has what it takes but Im honestly going to be that person as I will do anything in my power to ruin your not and cost you your title chance. But your going going to fall too far down the totem pole as like I said you are somewhat freshly new here so for your to start all over well it wont be too hard for you to do so.
Jamie Cross. Respect. OGs right? Got nothing but love for you. When you first started we ran into each other in catering as we hit it off as we both have the same interests when it came to comics, movies, music, and super hero quotes. We car pooled together as we got to each other locations early enough in the week that we had time to go check out all the cool comic book stores, to catch up on all the super hero movies, and catch up with all the super hero news. Then had enough time to see the sights, to go check out all the awesome and delicious food places as I taught you everything that you know when it comes to cardio, resting, cryotubes, ice baths, and recooping after big matches. We helped each other with so much shit then we faced off with each other the first time as we put out a fuckin five star classic that it help put you on the map as the crowd crew fonder of you, as the hype trained started to chug along, as the suits raised there eye brows as word got around that you were more than just a comic fanatic as you were the fuckin real deal. Then you got shit rolling and moving as you started a upward trend as we then met again as we put on another banger this time the tide swung into your favor as you handed me my ass. We were tight as can be as we were there to lift each other spirits as we were each others hype man, and we helped each other in any way we can. But then shit changed man, as you got swept up by all the hype and all the hooplah as your momentum carried you up the card but hey this is what its all about right? You ride it to the mother fuckin wheels fall off and then you break down as you start all over. But then you left me in your dust as you sped off J. Shit got real different as you never return a call, as you didnt show up to our car pool meets, this, that and the other as I also understood during that time you found someone and hey thats life. Sometimes you just grow up and move on but I really havent gotten a solid explanation why tho J? Was my placement and my losing holding this friendship back? Was the locker room gossip and the way the name of Korey Gaines being mocked too much for you that you had to distance yourself? All I know is that once you started to get wins, bigger names, and all that there wasnt a single good bye, our wakanda forever greetings, or one last get your head up just go work your ass type speech. Its one day your there and one day you dont got my back like I got yours.
Whats crazy J is when those who always shit on you or mock you send doubt your way its in one ear and out the other. But when its close people like who I view you ask why the fuck do you still wrestle, why the hell are you still around, why the hell do you put yourself through this torment, and whatever doubt that you want to cast out, it truly hits hard and you want answers on why I am still going and why I havent just quit. Wrestling is my life as this is what I have known even since I was eighteen. Wrestling birth me and this is all I can think about, care about, love, and want to do. This shit right here is all I ever want to do and thats too show up and show off to get in the best enertaining I can do and get out of what I can. These losses? Force those who dont have the fuckin heart to quit and go find a nine to five. These injuries that have piled up would cause a sane person to go find something behind the scenes. This fuckin mocking, disrespect, and torment would cause someone to go off themselfs. This feeling of lost and wondering through wrestling like you and I feel will break those who cant stomach this shit and who arent strong enough like the both of us. You have been here for a bit as you dont have any big accolades yet and you had to look yourself in the mirror for a gut check. I have been here for a long fuckin time and its a fuckin gut check every fuckin time so welcome to my fuckin world as I understand compelety what you went through. Maybe its Im too fuckin stubborn or stupid to quit this shit as for some reason I think this shit is going to change and things go my way that my luck will get better as I find my way on the hype train that sends me to the fuckin tip top of this place. Theres no quit in me, theres no walkin away, theres no running away. Theres only standing firm, diggin your fuckin heels in and fighting your way out of the shit. Embrace the suck god damn it!!!
Sally you are wearing on my fuckin patience like its going out of style. You did two fuckin things wrong when you beat me, you left me to live and you left Jenny your sledgehammer behind. The first part is where you fucked up cuz you said you would smear the blood into some sort of art creation but you didnt failed at your art project as you didnt create a single master piece nor was there any blood to color the mat with. You also made the mistake on not finishing the job of smashing my head with Jenny as you left me there to live to see another day and to remember your bull shit win as you won with the sledge after using that as last resort cuz you fffffuckkin was getting your ass handed to you the entire time as I gave you just a inch of oppotunity which you use to hit me then run like the scared bitch that you are as you scurried off into the night as you asked for security escort to get the hell out of town. You also left Jenny behind as now she is in my control which is bad fuckin news for you as I am ready to use her for my gain as I tee off with your mother fuckin head. You think you are in my head cuz I am scared of you or worried about you or that I fear you? Nah your in my head for fucked up reasonings as I want to use your head as a plant holder, as a bowling bowl, as remote control holder or hell something I can use to put toilet paper in. What is there to fear? Your just smoke, mirrors, shitty ass face paint, and a big fuckin mouth thats going to get your ass in a heap of fuckin trouble. I man handled you so your " wrestling " isnt something to fear, your so called darkness is a bunch of mumbo jumbo, and your mere exsitance is something that doesnt faze me due to seeing constant replays of you running up the voltage ramp with fear in your eyes and the tears that ran down your ugly ass face as you raced out of the arena knowing you fucked up with the wrong mother fucker. Nothing about you is fearful, nothing about you screams that your a killer, nothing about you says this person isnt to fuck with. You just talk nonsense, riddles, and bull shit that you read from clown books, gothic bull shit, and fake dark magic hooplah. I see through you, the world sees through you, and at the end of the day your just one sledge hammer from being taken from this world. Im going to dispose of you at Wicked Games as you will be no more.
Its been a minute since I flipped the fuckin switch cuz before I was getting over my shit from last season as I woke up this season thankful, grateful, and happy to be alive and to have this career. Than shit hit the fan a lot of things avalanched downhill as losses piled up, people passed by, and questions arosed on why the fuck is Korey Gaines still fuckin here, and the why the fuck is he still getting opportunitys. Then it fuckin got on my last nerve as I tapped into every emotion and flipped the switch as I showed why the fuck I can be dangerous by damn near winning Divide and Conquer than stringing wins here and there. I wont be denied, I wont be shit on, I wont be pushed aside cuz of past events. This is the here, this is the now, and this shit is going to live up to the fucking name of Cluserfuck as I walked in the most doubted person in this match and walk out the winner for a future title shot. " But Korey your going to lose " K, so if that happens then I will be the one spoiling it and influcing the result of the conclusion of this match at the last final moment. Cuz I sure as hell wont be beaten the fuck down to the point where I am compeletely forgotten. No no no. You will fuckin remember I exsisted come match ending .
But wrestling is like life, when the good times are going theres a moment where something shows up and fucks with you to bring you down or in reverse when your in the shitter as you continue to get your ass kicked sometimes life brings you that little of momentum to bring you back to life as you use it to your gain as you find ways to win at life. Thats the life that bitch that we call wrestling brings for some of us. We got a love hate relationship as it wants to whip my ass, beat me down, hold me down, and force feed bull shit til I cant take it. But my love for wrestling is strong as I love it too much to quit, to walk away, to retire, and to allow the negative to break up with her cuz I know deep down she loves me as she secretly hopes that one day I will be able to thrive, to one day be able to string shit together to get out of this hole she has created, to one day actually help me save my legacy and turn this shit right back up and turn whatever career this is into something worth mentioning when I am retired, worth mentioning my highlights, worth bringing up when your bring up former champions and fuckin worth mentioning when the day comes that Korey Gaines is put six feet deep. Right now the name is worth using as toilet paper but once wrestling stops hating me and starts loving me again there will be a lot of net worth of it to respect and appropriate
Ever since this match was announced I have watched Vegas as the odds of this match gets updated each day. Jamie Cross since day one has been the clear favorite, then Brianna Hill, then Sierra Everett, then the Major, then Santoro, Sally, and very low in the dirt when it comes to betting odds is me. Ive also sat around reading what the wrestling writers, bloggers, vloggers, and podcasters have had to say and its Cross this, Hill that, Everette this and that. Giving Major some love and some how some way the fuckin clown has gotten some love too. But when the mere mention of Korey Gaines comes up all they wanna say is he will do something pretty cool in the air or spot monkey for this moment but when push comes to shove Korey will get burnt by the bright lights and find a way to fail. Then when I kept close attention to the suits, to the bookers, to those around catering, to those who work with or near the bosses they got a lot to run there mouth about with there feelings, opinions, and will either truthly let out with the superiors say or even prolly fib as to one up one superiors story to theres about the feelings about this match as theres has been nothing truly postive to say about me and then when you blend in with the roster you hear the bull shit that they gotta say, you hear the why the fuck is Korey in this match? Why the fuck is Korey even on this card, and the whole Captain Charisma giving hand outs to the poor kids again.
So with all that said theres no pressure right? Nothing to stress about right? Nothing to worry about? Nothing to get the blood pressure to elevate am I right? Just waltz into this match with a grateful to be here type attitude and just have fun right? Nah the pressure is going to be dialed up to a ten cuz this mother fucker is going to play spoiler, this mother fucker is going to ruin everyones fuckin night, this mother fuckier is going to turn the heat all the way the fuck up and bring severe burns to everyone he comes into contact with. This mother fucker is going to send everyone back to the start of shit. Doubt me? Overlook me? Discredit me? Good do so cuz I aint coming just to say hey I was in Clusterfuck on Wicked Games and did you see the cool moonsault or awesome to be here did you see that sweet fuckin suicide dive that took out Cross and Major. Nah the pressure is on high cuz I aint waiting for momentum to change into my favor as I take that bitch by its fuckin hair and change shit around myself. I am putting the pressure on myself to get rid of the fuckin stigma that follows me that I am grateful for a opportunity only to show up and shit the bed. I am changing the imaginary that Korey folds when you bring talented some what big names around. The pressure gets fired up to the max in order to improve my standings here in this company. I aint fuckin around, I aint playing around, and I certainly aint going to be funning around. Im coming to fuckin shock, awe, and spoiler every god damns persons life in this match. Then waltz right into the next big fuckin event against the likes of Drake King or Cameron and shock the fucking world as I take the world title strap and put it over my fuckin shoulder.
Im built for this shit, I truly am. I would do anything to put this company on my back as I show up, show out, and fuckin show off with that title as I try to take it to heights that some of the world champions in the past I have not even been able to take it. You know the shit this could do for my career? I wont be doing it for the money as I have been paid so fuckin handsomly well but the aura that would replace the one that currently cirlcing me would do wonders as the confidence that I have boosts tenfold, the momentum it will bring my career would be espidentual as there would not be a way you could stop the Gaines train from stopping. The respect? Well people would still shit on me, mock, and all that shit like before as everyone would want to do there absolute damndest to take the title away from me then piss on me while I was done so that wouldnt change but I would honor, cherish, love, appreciate, show up for, and never let it down ever. People would doubt the absolute dog shit out of me and say I am tarnishing it as its around the waist of Korey Gaines but you wouldnt believe or understand how much work I would fuckin put into that thing in order to be the world world champ that this company has ever seen. Its also been a while since a high flying wrestler has held onto that title so that expect alone would bring so much more attention and match entertainment to it. But thats down the road after wicked games. So for Clusterfuck its all about fucking up everyones night, spoiling there hopes and dreams as I send them all back to the fucking starting line.
Lets start off with the one person who really shouldnt be in this match and who really fuckin deserve to have a fucking title shot at fuckin all. Sierra Everette. Why do I say that? Which fuckin verison of you are we going to expect out of you? You either show up to fuckin kick ass or you barely show the fuck up at all. Its like a Jeykll and Hyde when it comes to you. Your either just simply better or just come out to wrestle flatter than a bad soda. So why in the fuck would we think your even capable of being a great champ? Cuz the moment you face someone you really dont feel like facing or feel like showing up for you give these half ass wrestling matches just like last week in the tag team and you fail as you fall flat on your face. I honestly think you would be a fluke champion as you just may lose the title just right after you win it. But my bad I guess its me whos not suppose to be here right? Lets just forgive all those times where you barely fuckin show up cuz of all the other few times where you were simply better when you actually did give a rats ass. Also you dont seem like the type that would do qna's, signings, radio interviews, tv apperances and all the other shit a champ would do cuz why give that type of effort right? Your not simply better than anyone, your just simply meh I guess I will show up but I wont give the effort you want as it will just depends if I truly get something I want out of it as if it will benefit me or not. You put yourself first than yourself again, than maybe a friend or two unless it benefits you, and then oh all you. So my guess no matter how much they would pay you as champ if it only shines bright on you is when you would show up for things but when its for the company or not just you solely than why bother mentally or physically show up.
Whats funny is we got Mia Santoro in this match, for the longest time when you wanted to compare shitty wrestlers it was me and Lucas Johnson, then it was me and Kasai, and then Juggalo Sally, and now here recently the next shitty wrestler I am being match up with when folks want to run my name in the shitter its you Mia. But you want to belittle me and you want to mock me and you want to cut me down to size with insults. But yet what the fuck have you done in your measly little career here in EAW? I can quite honestly say I really dont know what the hell you have done for yourself here as all everyone else does is mock, shit, and laugh at you like they do towards me. So for you to say you stand taller than the likes of Jamie Cross and I cant believe I am giving her any credit but Sierra is laughable to me as I quite honestly say that there is no fuckin way you can last against those two. But you value yourself very highly, have a shit ton of confidence and you march to the beat of your own drum. So you do you but there is no chance in hell that you have any snow flake chance in hell in winning this match.
Major we meet again and this time there is no ladder, no barb wire, and no screwdriver for you to use in order find a way to tamper with my career. Again we went back and forth with this after the barb wire match as you felt like it all was a accident and you just did what you had to do. But the actions that you put into motion with nearly stabbing me with the screwdriver, pushing me off the ladder to be zapped into unconsciousness, and then to toss me off the ladder to the outside onto more exploding wire as I crashed into a ladder put my career into a worldwind ever since as payback will be coming for you this weekend. You dont know when, how, and where it will happened in this match but it will happen and your night plus your career will not and wont be the same for quite a while. The respect is there my guy but anything that happens to you from me in this match its a lil bit personal but a lot just business.
Brianna Hill. Your practually brand fuckin new right out of the box. Came in with so much hype as so far you have backed it as they placed you against a lot big names. I gotta say I am really impress as you are a beast. There isnt anything you cant do and there isnt a light that too fuckin bright for you. Your a favorite in Vegas as a lot of bettors are placing a lot of money on you and Cross. One thing that I am stoked for is that your past that bubbly, happy to be here, and happy to be apart of the biggest fuckin company in the world. You got in your lumps as that has pissed you off royally as I am imagine where your coming from winning is all you know and now that you got your taste of these losses your ready to get right back on track with a dub right? Crazy how in just a few matches that you have that you could quite frankly change that in a instant as you win your shot at big title opportunity. I saw your promo and well you ran down everyone but me, I get it the vet of the match who just constantly looses who just proly placed in this match to get off a couple cool aerial moves and couple noteworthy crashes. Prolly also hear everyones speel on there value on me as you just overlooked me as not something to truly think or care about, I get it I truly do but theres no so much dispresect one can truly muster listening to a newb who thinks she has what it takes but Im honestly going to be that person as I will do anything in my power to ruin your not and cost you your title chance. But your going going to fall too far down the totem pole as like I said you are somewhat freshly new here so for your to start all over well it wont be too hard for you to do so.
Jamie Cross. Respect. OGs right? Got nothing but love for you. When you first started we ran into each other in catering as we hit it off as we both have the same interests when it came to comics, movies, music, and super hero quotes. We car pooled together as we got to each other locations early enough in the week that we had time to go check out all the cool comic book stores, to catch up on all the super hero movies, and catch up with all the super hero news. Then had enough time to see the sights, to go check out all the awesome and delicious food places as I taught you everything that you know when it comes to cardio, resting, cryotubes, ice baths, and recooping after big matches. We helped each other with so much shit then we faced off with each other the first time as we put out a fuckin five star classic that it help put you on the map as the crowd crew fonder of you, as the hype trained started to chug along, as the suits raised there eye brows as word got around that you were more than just a comic fanatic as you were the fuckin real deal. Then you got shit rolling and moving as you started a upward trend as we then met again as we put on another banger this time the tide swung into your favor as you handed me my ass. We were tight as can be as we were there to lift each other spirits as we were each others hype man, and we helped each other in any way we can. But then shit changed man, as you got swept up by all the hype and all the hooplah as your momentum carried you up the card but hey this is what its all about right? You ride it to the mother fuckin wheels fall off and then you break down as you start all over. But then you left me in your dust as you sped off J. Shit got real different as you never return a call, as you didnt show up to our car pool meets, this, that and the other as I also understood during that time you found someone and hey thats life. Sometimes you just grow up and move on but I really havent gotten a solid explanation why tho J? Was my placement and my losing holding this friendship back? Was the locker room gossip and the way the name of Korey Gaines being mocked too much for you that you had to distance yourself? All I know is that once you started to get wins, bigger names, and all that there wasnt a single good bye, our wakanda forever greetings, or one last get your head up just go work your ass type speech. Its one day your there and one day you dont got my back like I got yours.
Whats crazy J is when those who always shit on you or mock you send doubt your way its in one ear and out the other. But when its close people like who I view you ask why the fuck do you still wrestle, why the hell are you still around, why the hell do you put yourself through this torment, and whatever doubt that you want to cast out, it truly hits hard and you want answers on why I am still going and why I havent just quit. Wrestling is my life as this is what I have known even since I was eighteen. Wrestling birth me and this is all I can think about, care about, love, and want to do. This shit right here is all I ever want to do and thats too show up and show off to get in the best enertaining I can do and get out of what I can. These losses? Force those who dont have the fuckin heart to quit and go find a nine to five. These injuries that have piled up would cause a sane person to go find something behind the scenes. This fuckin mocking, disrespect, and torment would cause someone to go off themselfs. This feeling of lost and wondering through wrestling like you and I feel will break those who cant stomach this shit and who arent strong enough like the both of us. You have been here for a bit as you dont have any big accolades yet and you had to look yourself in the mirror for a gut check. I have been here for a long fuckin time and its a fuckin gut check every fuckin time so welcome to my fuckin world as I understand compelety what you went through. Maybe its Im too fuckin stubborn or stupid to quit this shit as for some reason I think this shit is going to change and things go my way that my luck will get better as I find my way on the hype train that sends me to the fuckin tip top of this place. Theres no quit in me, theres no walkin away, theres no running away. Theres only standing firm, diggin your fuckin heels in and fighting your way out of the shit. Embrace the suck god damn it!!!
Sally you are wearing on my fuckin patience like its going out of style. You did two fuckin things wrong when you beat me, you left me to live and you left Jenny your sledgehammer behind. The first part is where you fucked up cuz you said you would smear the blood into some sort of art creation but you didnt failed at your art project as you didnt create a single master piece nor was there any blood to color the mat with. You also made the mistake on not finishing the job of smashing my head with Jenny as you left me there to live to see another day and to remember your bull shit win as you won with the sledge after using that as last resort cuz you fffffuckkin was getting your ass handed to you the entire time as I gave you just a inch of oppotunity which you use to hit me then run like the scared bitch that you are as you scurried off into the night as you asked for security escort to get the hell out of town. You also left Jenny behind as now she is in my control which is bad fuckin news for you as I am ready to use her for my gain as I tee off with your mother fuckin head. You think you are in my head cuz I am scared of you or worried about you or that I fear you? Nah your in my head for fucked up reasonings as I want to use your head as a plant holder, as a bowling bowl, as remote control holder or hell something I can use to put toilet paper in. What is there to fear? Your just smoke, mirrors, shitty ass face paint, and a big fuckin mouth thats going to get your ass in a heap of fuckin trouble. I man handled you so your " wrestling " isnt something to fear, your so called darkness is a bunch of mumbo jumbo, and your mere exsitance is something that doesnt faze me due to seeing constant replays of you running up the voltage ramp with fear in your eyes and the tears that ran down your ugly ass face as you raced out of the arena knowing you fucked up with the wrong mother fucker. Nothing about you is fearful, nothing about you screams that your a killer, nothing about you says this person isnt to fuck with. You just talk nonsense, riddles, and bull shit that you read from clown books, gothic bull shit, and fake dark magic hooplah. I see through you, the world sees through you, and at the end of the day your just one sledge hammer from being taken from this world. Im going to dispose of you at Wicked Games as you will be no more.
Its been a minute since I flipped the fuckin switch cuz before I was getting over my shit from last season as I woke up this season thankful, grateful, and happy to be alive and to have this career. Than shit hit the fan a lot of things avalanched downhill as losses piled up, people passed by, and questions arosed on why the fuck is Korey Gaines still fuckin here, and the why the fuck is he still getting opportunitys. Then it fuckin got on my last nerve as I tapped into every emotion and flipped the switch as I showed why the fuck I can be dangerous by damn near winning Divide and Conquer than stringing wins here and there. I wont be denied, I wont be shit on, I wont be pushed aside cuz of past events. This is the here, this is the now, and this shit is going to live up to the fucking name of Cluserfuck as I walked in the most doubted person in this match and walk out the winner for a future title shot. " But Korey your going to lose " K, so if that happens then I will be the one spoiling it and influcing the result of the conclusion of this match at the last final moment. Cuz I sure as hell wont be beaten the fuck down to the point where I am compeletely forgotten. No no no. You will fuckin remember I exsisted come match ending .
