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Jesus fucking christ bro, why the fuck do you keep giving me these no name, useless pieces of shit? I'm trying up my stock and be seen as the star that I am. Who the fuck cares if I beat bumble fuck no name from who gives a fuck? I sure as fuck don't. I've been doing the same shit for like a year, and it's none of my own doing. Let's be real whoever is in charge here has fucked me time and time again. BUT, with that being said I have a shot at the National Elite Championship, against a dude that tripped on his shoelaces into holding it in the first place. I mean holy fuck has there ever been a worse Champion than fucking Myles? Bro this dude doesn't even have a last name, what a fucking moron. I can say a shit ton about that dumbass, but for now, let's leave it at that because he's not worth the time or energy. Before I do though, let's just point out the fact he interrupted me, and then acted confused and shit when I called him out on it. What a bitch, I'm gonna beat the shit out of him, but before I do.. Some goth bitch needs to die. And not in the oh god my life sucks I'm going to kill myself.. Type of whoring for care type of way that she's used to, I'm talking putting her through hell. And not the hell that she probably glorifies to act all edgy.. I'm talking I'm going to make sure she she gets the feeling of hope, that she was never born.. And not in the way that she normally does.. I'm going to give you a reason for your depression. See I've been on a new kick, looking for competition so that I can actually be challenged around here. Are you it? I'm not sure, but here you are and for the first time in weeks I"ve actually heard of one of my opponents. Well that's a noble concept isn't it? Actually knowing who the fuck you're getting in the ring with? And yes Kasey Kaos, I know who you are. God, what a shit name.. sorry, let's just hope you never win King of Elite... King Kasey Kaos would be quite the unfortunate acronym.. But it would suit you well... You are a man right? OH shit... You got a pussy? Tits? Ovaries? I'm perplexed, I thought you were a dude in drag. Some fucking queer that thought it was cool to be another gender, like a fucking freak. But either way.. You're still a freak. Not only are you a fucking freak that should probably go play in traffic so EAW doesn't waste any more time with the likes of you, but a freak who just happens to be slightly mentally retarded. Which is common around EAW, I can point out every person around here that has a touch of the downs. I'll let you in on a secret.. it's like 90%.
So what am I supposed to be impressed by you? You win the Specialists Championship, and now I'm supposed to think you're talented? I beg to differ. If I dressed up in drag, and competed against nothing but bitches, I would cock slap all you hoes and win that title. But unfortunately Woman beating is frowned upon in EAW for some reason, unless they decide it's ok and chase titles they have no business having in the first place. Matter fact, the only title they should be going for is best Chili, as they fight to claim best whore in the kitchen. But I digress, this isn't a kitchen match, THANK GOD, because then I would be utterly exposed. This is a wrestling match, and with that being said, you have little to no chance of actually coming out on top. See I could take the easy way out, I could go ahead and go for the New Breed Championship.. Which is held by.. Who the fuck knows, it's a dead title that should've been dismantled years ago.. But I didn't. I didn't take the easy way out because from the bottom of my heart, I knew that I wanted a challenge. And boy did I get 2 BIG challenges. Mentally challenged to be exact.. I mean fucking Korey Gaines, and Colby Sol, are two of the worst wrestlers this place has ever signed. I didn't think they were good tag team partners, I didn't think they could benefit me in the slightest. What I thought I could do, is carry two fucking bums to a title and give myself a boost. That's what I thought would happen; but they were just so fucking garbage, that any time they got into the ring, they got fucking pinned. Now I could throw a pity party, and God knows I deserve one. But I won't do that. Because parties aren't meant to be depressing as shit, this isn't Kasey Kaos playhouse, or whatever you call your alone time. Parites are supposed to be for getting lit, motor boating tits, and making decisions that you will regret in the morning. Like if I woke up, and I saw your ugly naked body writhing around next to me while I got sober in the morning? You know that it was a good party. Dont forget your Plan B sweet cheeks. Here you are, high on crystal meth, keep on saying "we". Shits weird, and quite frankly I'm pretty sure I've met you before; like before EAW. Aren't you that bitch that hangs out by Penn Station? Talking to birds, and yelling at passerby? Yeah, you seem like her honestly; got lots in common, with homeless people. I don't know if you think what you're doing is creepy? But it's cringey. I guess if your hope was to make people not want to interact with you in the slightest, mission accomplished? Congrats, you're going to be a hoarder, living in clutter, as your 1,000 cats die throughout your house. But of course you won't know that they're dead because you never saw them anyway, as they hide in the clutter that you have piled up. You save your piss, and shit because you just can't seem to part from them. Until one day your disgusting house is foreclosed for being unlivable, and you are thrown into a loony bin. Finally you can get the real drugs that you need! What you really need is a lobotomy. Unfortunately apparently that's illegal now or some shit? I don't know, I think it was for good. Retards really just need to be put down. I heard that in like Oregan or some shit they're letting injecting depressed assholes with some shit to kill themselves? Assisted suicide? Yeah, you should look into that. Anyway, anyway I digress right? Here you are, the Specialists Champion, as if I give a shit. Ooooh you beat Veena Adams.. Ooooh no one ever even remembers you're champion.. Whatever dude. You know if I had the chance to beat someone who wasn't a real wrestler in the finals of a tournament to become a Champion I feel like I would do just that. But no, as fate would have it in a wrestling company, I have had to actually face wrestlers. What a concept right? Why am I talking to you like a human? You vile whore of a beast.
But yeah let me cut through the bullshit you tried to say.. Number 1. How the fuck do I fear being alone, when people gravitate toward me? You say Myles hop around on out to the ring; he came to me. Korey Gaines, Colby Sol, they came to me. Sure I told them it would be in their best interest to follow my lead, but ultimately it was there decision. I didn't need them clearly; I was just thinking with my big heart. And the fact that I wanted to carry them, so I could get all the credit, are you following along? I already said this. I'm sorry if I have positive outlook on life, and you are just a miserable pile of shit that just wants to fucking kill herself, but we are built differently. I'm not a depressed useless piece of meat! I am a sexy, well endowed, talented, young individual. I look in the mirror every morning and I say DAMN! It's good to be Jesse Barlow. And I know that's a foreign concept to you, so my sunny and bright disposition might get lost on the likes of you, but I think positively. I think that I can run through a brick wall, I think I can make any piece of shit on this roster, actually somewhat profitable. Of course it hasn't hit quite yet; but I know I can do it. No matter how many times I fail, I know I will be able to accomplish anything I put my mind to. It's not my fault I can't trust that everyone else will have my same mindset. It's not my fault that others aren't up to par with my talent or mindset. They take a look in the mirror and they see THAT, and they just give up, and with good reason. But with me, I actually gave them hope. Wow if this sexy ass man is actually giving me the time of day, maybe I am capable of being something more.. They weren't, clearly, but I like to believe that I gave them that hope. And gave them that illusion that they could possibly be on my level someday.. Obviously that was a lie, and I thought I could just do it on my own.. But it is what it is. Your interpretation of what it was is weird, you're weird. Trying to overanalyze the shit out of it so I look like a pandering freak like yourself. I'm not the one craving attention, I'm not the one talking to myself because no one else will talk to me.. That's you boo boo. But it's crazy that the loser from high school that was incapable of making 1 single friend, and actually had that experience carry over to her adult life is trying to tell ME how it is. Shut the fuck up, giving me career advice. Yeah let me just invert my cock into my body and fight bitches.. Oh wait, I can't do that. I don't have ovaries, I can't fight easy completion like you. This is a challenge that I don't think you realize really is going to fuck you up. Honestly, you're way too overconfident with this shit; and how dare you for that. Didn't high school teach you where your place in the pecking order is? Weren't you taught that it's not ok to speak to the cool kids like this? You have no power here, you have no say in anything. You're just a freak that got lucky. It always seems to be the same shit, I haven't done anything in EAW... Ok, well maybe if I didn't get fucked over all the time, and given more proper shots then this wouldn't be a problem. Maybe if I wasn't bogged down by the company I was keeping, this wouldn't be a problem. See I was so focused on making everyone else better, I didn't focus on numero uno.. AKA me. You had the luxury of not giving a single fuck about anything or anyone, including your masochistic self. Like bitch you won one fucking title against someone that doesn't even wrestle, shut the fuck up. You're literally going to bomb worse than... Eh, forget it. But lets face it, once faced with real competition, you will go back to being the afterthought that you were born to be. But don't worry, females lack competition and always have, I think you'll be fine. I mean I look at the female division, and who the fuck is even competing in it? You literally won that title when you beat a GM.. Cool. Yeah, you ain't shit bitch. But yes, my levels of vanity dragged my ex partners down soooo much. Colby Sol went from 0-8 to competing for the fucking Tag Team titles at PFP.. But I dragged him down soooo much. And Korey Gaines went from competing for no titles, and being called a pedo.. To tagging with me and competing for Tag Team Championships like 2 months in... Yeah I dragged him down soooo much. I'm not a miracle worker you dumb cunt. I can't just use some magic dust and make them be good at wrestling. Shit takes my God, does anyone listen to the bullshit coming from you dumbass mouth? I hope not, because everyone that does surely gets dumber for going through the experience.
And YES! I create the matches! I am the person that puts the names on the card! I said I demand to go against this guy I've never heard of, when I've literally said that I want better competition for the past fucking month.. YUP! Makes sense to me you dumb fucking whore. What all the sadist cum parties you been going to warping what little brain you had to begin with? Fuck is wrong with you? You don't know shit about me, and what you do know is base line, and you fill in the blanks like you're filling in your gaping pussy hole. It makes NO sense what you're saying to me, and I wish that you would be able to say something intelligent so that this conversation would have been able to move forward. But you use the 1 thing that you know about me, and make this grandeur story that doesn't exist. Good job, you played yourself. What you think you're different than literally any female because you act like you're mentally retarded living on the streets of New York? Is that supposed to be your ace in the hole? You're literally doing the same shit as everyone else. And now as the typical female, you can't leave the girl who has nothing to do with this alone, because you're insecure about how hot she is compared to you. You are instigating violence at Hannah simply for just existing, and that is just sad and pathetic. You're a Champion right? Not sure why you don't act like one. Instigating fights against a person that isn't even a wrestler. Seeing that she exists is reason enough right? Because you're an ugly little shit, that was born out of a rats asshole or some shit, and you look like you've been on a week long crack binge.. And maybe you have honestly, because this talking to yourself shit is really telling on your mental situation. Sad.. And what's also sad is the fact that you think I'M chasing after MYLES.. No no, clearly you weren't watching enough, because Myles came to me. I didn't call him out, I didn't say I wanted him, he wanted Jesse Barlow. Everyone wants a piece of you when you're the King, it's just how it is. Meanwhile no one could give two shits about you, even if you are a garbage champion. And I will answer your shitty little question that you tried to answer yourself.. The reason Myles came to me, is because he needs star power. He saw everyone around and knew that no one would watch his shitty little match unless he went after the big guns. I bring eyes, I bring people to the TV and make people want to watch something as boring as YOU, or Myles. I'm just a magnet for people; some people are born with it, and I just so happen to be one of them. But hey since you can see the future apparently, tell me.. How does my cock taste? I'm sure you'll be getting a very detailed description later on because I am going to tea bag the fuck out of you once i beat you in that ring. Whether I do it by submission, or pin.. I will make sure I do it in the most disrespectful way possible.
Here you are with a sintilating 9-6-1 record, trying to act like you are anything worth my time. You can look at my record all you want, but the truth is I haven't been pinned this season. Sure I may have loses, but it was that lost puppy that was doing everything in his power trying to hump leg for relevancy. People use me for relevancy, and that's why Myles decided to come to me. You can say that I have done nothing in a year.. But Interwire Championship match, New Breed Championship match, 2 special opportunity matches, and 2 Tag Team Title matches beg to differ. This company wants me to succeed, and it's only a matter of time before I do. And it's going to take more than some freak with a mediocre record, and claim to fame beating a GM to stop me. You're just like those goth burnout freaks back in High School, and I plan to make sure I treat you just like I treated them. I will find a locker, and stuff you right inside. Are you claustrophobic? I sure hope so, because I would love it if you suffered.. Even more than you already do on a daily basis trying to come to terms that you have no chance of actually mattering in this life. No matter what title you win, no matter what you accomplish.. People will alwayss look at me, higher up in life, than you. Let that sink in. Let that really resonate because I want to bask in your pain. People don't care about records, they don't care about the wrestling, they care about who the person is. They care if they're entertained. They care about attractiveness. IF people get off when you're on screen, then you are golden. Do you know how many people slip a hand down their pants whenever I'm on screen? A lot. Can't say the same about you.. You got a lot of information wrong about me; and I'll let that slide. But this self congratulations thing you got going on, thinking that you matter now? That I can't let slide.. I'm going to beat you Kasey, and I'm going to shut your Vampire ass up, for good.
So what am I supposed to be impressed by you? You win the Specialists Championship, and now I'm supposed to think you're talented? I beg to differ. If I dressed up in drag, and competed against nothing but bitches, I would cock slap all you hoes and win that title. But unfortunately Woman beating is frowned upon in EAW for some reason, unless they decide it's ok and chase titles they have no business having in the first place. Matter fact, the only title they should be going for is best Chili, as they fight to claim best whore in the kitchen. But I digress, this isn't a kitchen match, THANK GOD, because then I would be utterly exposed. This is a wrestling match, and with that being said, you have little to no chance of actually coming out on top. See I could take the easy way out, I could go ahead and go for the New Breed Championship.. Which is held by.. Who the fuck knows, it's a dead title that should've been dismantled years ago.. But I didn't. I didn't take the easy way out because from the bottom of my heart, I knew that I wanted a challenge. And boy did I get 2 BIG challenges. Mentally challenged to be exact.. I mean fucking Korey Gaines, and Colby Sol, are two of the worst wrestlers this place has ever signed. I didn't think they were good tag team partners, I didn't think they could benefit me in the slightest. What I thought I could do, is carry two fucking bums to a title and give myself a boost. That's what I thought would happen; but they were just so fucking garbage, that any time they got into the ring, they got fucking pinned. Now I could throw a pity party, and God knows I deserve one. But I won't do that. Because parties aren't meant to be depressing as shit, this isn't Kasey Kaos playhouse, or whatever you call your alone time. Parites are supposed to be for getting lit, motor boating tits, and making decisions that you will regret in the morning. Like if I woke up, and I saw your ugly naked body writhing around next to me while I got sober in the morning? You know that it was a good party. Dont forget your Plan B sweet cheeks. Here you are, high on crystal meth, keep on saying "we". Shits weird, and quite frankly I'm pretty sure I've met you before; like before EAW. Aren't you that bitch that hangs out by Penn Station? Talking to birds, and yelling at passerby? Yeah, you seem like her honestly; got lots in common, with homeless people. I don't know if you think what you're doing is creepy? But it's cringey. I guess if your hope was to make people not want to interact with you in the slightest, mission accomplished? Congrats, you're going to be a hoarder, living in clutter, as your 1,000 cats die throughout your house. But of course you won't know that they're dead because you never saw them anyway, as they hide in the clutter that you have piled up. You save your piss, and shit because you just can't seem to part from them. Until one day your disgusting house is foreclosed for being unlivable, and you are thrown into a loony bin. Finally you can get the real drugs that you need! What you really need is a lobotomy. Unfortunately apparently that's illegal now or some shit? I don't know, I think it was for good. Retards really just need to be put down. I heard that in like Oregan or some shit they're letting injecting depressed assholes with some shit to kill themselves? Assisted suicide? Yeah, you should look into that. Anyway, anyway I digress right? Here you are, the Specialists Champion, as if I give a shit. Ooooh you beat Veena Adams.. Ooooh no one ever even remembers you're champion.. Whatever dude. You know if I had the chance to beat someone who wasn't a real wrestler in the finals of a tournament to become a Champion I feel like I would do just that. But no, as fate would have it in a wrestling company, I have had to actually face wrestlers. What a concept right? Why am I talking to you like a human? You vile whore of a beast.
But yeah let me cut through the bullshit you tried to say.. Number 1. How the fuck do I fear being alone, when people gravitate toward me? You say Myles hop around on out to the ring; he came to me. Korey Gaines, Colby Sol, they came to me. Sure I told them it would be in their best interest to follow my lead, but ultimately it was there decision. I didn't need them clearly; I was just thinking with my big heart. And the fact that I wanted to carry them, so I could get all the credit, are you following along? I already said this. I'm sorry if I have positive outlook on life, and you are just a miserable pile of shit that just wants to fucking kill herself, but we are built differently. I'm not a depressed useless piece of meat! I am a sexy, well endowed, talented, young individual. I look in the mirror every morning and I say DAMN! It's good to be Jesse Barlow. And I know that's a foreign concept to you, so my sunny and bright disposition might get lost on the likes of you, but I think positively. I think that I can run through a brick wall, I think I can make any piece of shit on this roster, actually somewhat profitable. Of course it hasn't hit quite yet; but I know I can do it. No matter how many times I fail, I know I will be able to accomplish anything I put my mind to. It's not my fault I can't trust that everyone else will have my same mindset. It's not my fault that others aren't up to par with my talent or mindset. They take a look in the mirror and they see THAT, and they just give up, and with good reason. But with me, I actually gave them hope. Wow if this sexy ass man is actually giving me the time of day, maybe I am capable of being something more.. They weren't, clearly, but I like to believe that I gave them that hope. And gave them that illusion that they could possibly be on my level someday.. Obviously that was a lie, and I thought I could just do it on my own.. But it is what it is. Your interpretation of what it was is weird, you're weird. Trying to overanalyze the shit out of it so I look like a pandering freak like yourself. I'm not the one craving attention, I'm not the one talking to myself because no one else will talk to me.. That's you boo boo. But it's crazy that the loser from high school that was incapable of making 1 single friend, and actually had that experience carry over to her adult life is trying to tell ME how it is. Shut the fuck up, giving me career advice. Yeah let me just invert my cock into my body and fight bitches.. Oh wait, I can't do that. I don't have ovaries, I can't fight easy completion like you. This is a challenge that I don't think you realize really is going to fuck you up. Honestly, you're way too overconfident with this shit; and how dare you for that. Didn't high school teach you where your place in the pecking order is? Weren't you taught that it's not ok to speak to the cool kids like this? You have no power here, you have no say in anything. You're just a freak that got lucky. It always seems to be the same shit, I haven't done anything in EAW... Ok, well maybe if I didn't get fucked over all the time, and given more proper shots then this wouldn't be a problem. Maybe if I wasn't bogged down by the company I was keeping, this wouldn't be a problem. See I was so focused on making everyone else better, I didn't focus on numero uno.. AKA me. You had the luxury of not giving a single fuck about anything or anyone, including your masochistic self. Like bitch you won one fucking title against someone that doesn't even wrestle, shut the fuck up. You're literally going to bomb worse than... Eh, forget it. But lets face it, once faced with real competition, you will go back to being the afterthought that you were born to be. But don't worry, females lack competition and always have, I think you'll be fine. I mean I look at the female division, and who the fuck is even competing in it? You literally won that title when you beat a GM.. Cool. Yeah, you ain't shit bitch. But yes, my levels of vanity dragged my ex partners down soooo much. Colby Sol went from 0-8 to competing for the fucking Tag Team titles at PFP.. But I dragged him down soooo much. And Korey Gaines went from competing for no titles, and being called a pedo.. To tagging with me and competing for Tag Team Championships like 2 months in... Yeah I dragged him down soooo much. I'm not a miracle worker you dumb cunt. I can't just use some magic dust and make them be good at wrestling. Shit takes my God, does anyone listen to the bullshit coming from you dumbass mouth? I hope not, because everyone that does surely gets dumber for going through the experience.
And YES! I create the matches! I am the person that puts the names on the card! I said I demand to go against this guy I've never heard of, when I've literally said that I want better competition for the past fucking month.. YUP! Makes sense to me you dumb fucking whore. What all the sadist cum parties you been going to warping what little brain you had to begin with? Fuck is wrong with you? You don't know shit about me, and what you do know is base line, and you fill in the blanks like you're filling in your gaping pussy hole. It makes NO sense what you're saying to me, and I wish that you would be able to say something intelligent so that this conversation would have been able to move forward. But you use the 1 thing that you know about me, and make this grandeur story that doesn't exist. Good job, you played yourself. What you think you're different than literally any female because you act like you're mentally retarded living on the streets of New York? Is that supposed to be your ace in the hole? You're literally doing the same shit as everyone else. And now as the typical female, you can't leave the girl who has nothing to do with this alone, because you're insecure about how hot she is compared to you. You are instigating violence at Hannah simply for just existing, and that is just sad and pathetic. You're a Champion right? Not sure why you don't act like one. Instigating fights against a person that isn't even a wrestler. Seeing that she exists is reason enough right? Because you're an ugly little shit, that was born out of a rats asshole or some shit, and you look like you've been on a week long crack binge.. And maybe you have honestly, because this talking to yourself shit is really telling on your mental situation. Sad.. And what's also sad is the fact that you think I'M chasing after MYLES.. No no, clearly you weren't watching enough, because Myles came to me. I didn't call him out, I didn't say I wanted him, he wanted Jesse Barlow. Everyone wants a piece of you when you're the King, it's just how it is. Meanwhile no one could give two shits about you, even if you are a garbage champion. And I will answer your shitty little question that you tried to answer yourself.. The reason Myles came to me, is because he needs star power. He saw everyone around and knew that no one would watch his shitty little match unless he went after the big guns. I bring eyes, I bring people to the TV and make people want to watch something as boring as YOU, or Myles. I'm just a magnet for people; some people are born with it, and I just so happen to be one of them. But hey since you can see the future apparently, tell me.. How does my cock taste? I'm sure you'll be getting a very detailed description later on because I am going to tea bag the fuck out of you once i beat you in that ring. Whether I do it by submission, or pin.. I will make sure I do it in the most disrespectful way possible.
Here you are with a sintilating 9-6-1 record, trying to act like you are anything worth my time. You can look at my record all you want, but the truth is I haven't been pinned this season. Sure I may have loses, but it was that lost puppy that was doing everything in his power trying to hump leg for relevancy. People use me for relevancy, and that's why Myles decided to come to me. You can say that I have done nothing in a year.. But Interwire Championship match, New Breed Championship match, 2 special opportunity matches, and 2 Tag Team Title matches beg to differ. This company wants me to succeed, and it's only a matter of time before I do. And it's going to take more than some freak with a mediocre record, and claim to fame beating a GM to stop me. You're just like those goth burnout freaks back in High School, and I plan to make sure I treat you just like I treated them. I will find a locker, and stuff you right inside. Are you claustrophobic? I sure hope so, because I would love it if you suffered.. Even more than you already do on a daily basis trying to come to terms that you have no chance of actually mattering in this life. No matter what title you win, no matter what you accomplish.. People will alwayss look at me, higher up in life, than you. Let that sink in. Let that really resonate because I want to bask in your pain. People don't care about records, they don't care about the wrestling, they care about who the person is. They care if they're entertained. They care about attractiveness. IF people get off when you're on screen, then you are golden. Do you know how many people slip a hand down their pants whenever I'm on screen? A lot. Can't say the same about you.. You got a lot of information wrong about me; and I'll let that slide. But this self congratulations thing you got going on, thinking that you matter now? That I can't let slide.. I'm going to beat you Kasey, and I'm going to shut your Vampire ass up, for good.
