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You can polish and shine just about anything that requires it and you're pretty much promised to see something that looks brand spanking new when it's all said and done. Shoes, glass, homemade furniture. You give it the right amount of coating, not to mention the attention to detail those types of things demand and you have something worth putting in a 'Polish & Shine' magazine. Not the case when you try to do the same thing with a piece of shit. In fact, you can try all day every day to polish and shine a piece of shit but it's still going to be a piece of shit in the end. I think it's pretty safe to say by now that when you hear someone like Charlie Marr speak you are listening to the worst case of walking contradiction you will ever meet, especially when it comes to admitting to his own failed conquests and samples of success while claiming that he is the top of the food chain. Seems to make lots of sense, right? Nah. But in Charlie's World it makes perfect sense. Reality check. A quarter of the roster has accomplished feats greater than this lazy little cherry picking, poor excuse for a hard worker. Frauds like Charlie can be undressed so routinely it's not really a question of being right or wrong in the matter, it's just a matter of fact checking this little fake edgelord at the door to get him to start trying to change his arguments to fit his little narratives. This type of oxymoron can be dissected in your sleep. You're the classic definition of being a freeloading little bitch. You don't work hard enough for anything and yet you feel you should have everything all lined up for you. Though that's alright, for now, because when Veena finds out for herself what we already know, Charlie, you'll then start to see all your biggest ambitions and dreams of winning World Championship gold put on the back burner until you're able to prove otherwise that you're worth all the trouble. She can only extend her hand out so far to help you, the rest you have to do on your own and that's the reality. Thanks for further solidifying my points by the way. You're not a rookie, you're right. The point that I was making had you cared to listen a little harder was that you don't act like someone who's been here a while that has things figured out enough after two years, you act like a rookie still making rookie mistakes. Still letting all the little things people bring to light to rattle you and melt all that armor you try to use to shield your obvious insecurities and vulnerabilities with. Can you tell me how it is that you managed to survive this long ON YOUR OWN? I mean it's kind of a trick question in your case, but not really if you think about it long enough. But it would at least either answer what I said about you moments ago or what I said about you the last time I unarmed you. Are we having fun yet, Charlie? Or is the heat turned up too high? You went from actually learning something under my tutelage, only to throw it all away and become someone who must depend on others that don't have his best interests in mind. And you still have nothing you can call your own.
That's why what you say makes you look like a fraud.
When putting this theory that you've long had about my motives for placing Marrkade under my wing, sharing my spotlight. If we're to examine things a little closer, it certainly brings about questions. If I was using you, then why didn't you get out? Branch out on your own? Why didn't you call me out on camera? Hmmmm? If I was the one pretending to have your best interests in mind then why did you stand around and allow me to walk around as Champ? Why didn't you challenge me? Under my guidance you got into the big matches, the main events. You won titles, while in Marrkade still under my watch. None of that came through your own reputation that you carry now, my old running mate. Am I really to be blamed for that? Pretty rhetorical at this point as everyone else knows the answer to that, something you wish to deny. You've done little to nothing since splitting our little group up, Charlie, and until you do anything remotely on your own someone like you will always be easily shrunk down to size, no matter how much they try to talk themselves to the moon with the belief that they are above everyone else. You're nothing but a little leech, Charlie. You want top honors here on Voltage? You want to be acknowledged as the top draw? Then come, Charlie, earn it. Earn it and do so on your own, or is that asking too much from someone who's never had a run of success without riding someone else's coattails? Being drafted first is a nice little start for you. Getting first dibs of going against the EAW Champion puts you back under the biggest scope, but that's just it, Charlie. You were thrust into a role that you don't have the wherewithal necessary to fill, and while you're trying so hard to fill the shoes of an actual main event star, all it's actually done is make you sound more presumptuous than anything else, and a lot less like the threat you wished everyone saw you as. It doesn't make you the top guy when you haven't even looked anything like one unless you call failing when it counts the most under clutch situations every time they come up almost as being a main event guy. You beat Daryl at Fighting Spirit, but what else have you really done on the big stage with a chance to take your career to the next level? Nothing. You've choked. You've become your own worst enemy any time you told yourself just as you are now, that all you have to do is win this match...win that match. But when it comes down to it, you crumble. You tense up just like you did against Ripley when you had the chance to make him pay for disrespecting you and making you look like the second rate player that you happen to be. Then once again at Pain For Pride in a match that was supposed to solidify the name Charlie Marr as a threat to any World Champion, the man who had been one of one's that's been around longer than most and yet you spent the first half of that week completely unsure of how to attack your opponents except with the most basic fundamental approach taken by not talking about any of your opponents, but more so about why you believed it was your time to take another step toward grabbing that brass ring. The whole world watched you tense up under the pressure because you were out of your element, you were lost, you lacked substance just as you do now.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
Time is running short for you, Charlie. I stand by that claim one hundred percent. I've seen too often in my time to know it when I see it. Watching as guys like Lars Grier, like Ryan Marx, like Stark, like Nobi, like Keelan, like Tig Kelly, Nick Angel, and the list goes on and on and on Charlie. Your opportunities to reach the next level will become fewer and fewer with each one you shit away. Wasting months atop of months just to try and be a bootlegger off of others who have spent years perfecting their craft with their own style, trying to adapt to what you believe is the be all end all to being great, but if it's not who you are at heart then there will be more like me that won't mind continuously reminding you just how unpolished and unrefined you happen to be. All the degrading of the women you've done means little to nothing in the grand scheme, Charlie. You've been saying the same shit for months, and I can assure you it's not newsworthy anymore. The amount of viewers will continue to dwindle each time because it's like turning on the fucking twighlight zone. Like a re-run that nobody is going to watch all the way through because they've already seen it before. People know what to expect. People don't go into matches wondering if something new and creative is going to come out, but thanks to creative control you have something new to talk about, even if it's just for a hot minute. A list. A little list that's going to hang over your head all season. "The sky is blue"...."No. It's azure."...."I'm not scared"....."But I'll run when I have to"...."I make everyone look good"..."I lost and that's fine because I just wasn't good enough this time"....(shakes his head as he chuckles lightly to himself). This is what it's like to argue back and forth with this unpolished little turd. He will argue back at you because his pride and self righteousness doesn't allow him to see anyone else above himself. He's an open Facebook page, which is a psychiatric dry erase board that screams, "Look at me. I am insecure. I need your reaction to what I'm doing and saying, but you're not cool enough to be my friend. Therefore, I will just pray you see this because I need your approval". All these women can wipe the floor with you, Charlie. They can easily take you outside to the woodshed and tear you a new one just for sounding stupid. When you have to talk behind a camera saying half the shit you say, it only makes you look that much more pathetic. It's not groundbreaking anymore, just like I said. It makes you look like your desperate and overcompensating for a serious lack of experience and know how to extend past the low standards you currently rank highly, when really all it does is exploit even more of your weaknesses and make you even more of an opening for people to take free shots at you. You're essentially target practice when people get bored, just waiting in the meantime to tackle a real challenge.
Nobody's going anywhere except your words when they go poof just like your career will eventually if you can't find another level.
Rest assured, I will get my opportunity to wrestle for the EAW Championship. It's only a matter of time, and we both know that. Eventually the buck will be passed on to this Elitist again. I will bide my time, and I will prove furthermore through anyone that should come after you and eventually Ms. Extreme that this Elitist is far far from being done taking care of business at the top. I was the standard last season for a reason, which was why I was brought back this season. But I didn't come back like you to soil all my opportunities. I came back to add to my legacy here on Voltage and in the Land of Elites. So you can continue to speak the pish posh, it's gonna be no skin off my back. It's all a waste of breath. You're of but one, Charlie, just like I said. You couldn't force change, you couldn't press on one moment on your own. Never have been since your career inception, and that's why all it takes is plenty more humbling defeats many times over before you either finally get it, or you finally fizzle out. What goes up, Charlie, must come down, and just about anyone who's ever had the privilege of stepping up to the plate to meet this thoroughbred head on has found that out the hard way just as you did months ago on this program. You may have forgotten. Got a bout of amnesia, and if that's the case? That's gonna make this that much more fun for me, Charlie. And even if they don't care, Charlie, all I have to do in one single night is change their perspective, so they will never forget. So that they will always remember.
See you soon.
That's why what you say makes you look like a fraud.
When putting this theory that you've long had about my motives for placing Marrkade under my wing, sharing my spotlight. If we're to examine things a little closer, it certainly brings about questions. If I was using you, then why didn't you get out? Branch out on your own? Why didn't you call me out on camera? Hmmmm? If I was the one pretending to have your best interests in mind then why did you stand around and allow me to walk around as Champ? Why didn't you challenge me? Under my guidance you got into the big matches, the main events. You won titles, while in Marrkade still under my watch. None of that came through your own reputation that you carry now, my old running mate. Am I really to be blamed for that? Pretty rhetorical at this point as everyone else knows the answer to that, something you wish to deny. You've done little to nothing since splitting our little group up, Charlie, and until you do anything remotely on your own someone like you will always be easily shrunk down to size, no matter how much they try to talk themselves to the moon with the belief that they are above everyone else. You're nothing but a little leech, Charlie. You want top honors here on Voltage? You want to be acknowledged as the top draw? Then come, Charlie, earn it. Earn it and do so on your own, or is that asking too much from someone who's never had a run of success without riding someone else's coattails? Being drafted first is a nice little start for you. Getting first dibs of going against the EAW Champion puts you back under the biggest scope, but that's just it, Charlie. You were thrust into a role that you don't have the wherewithal necessary to fill, and while you're trying so hard to fill the shoes of an actual main event star, all it's actually done is make you sound more presumptuous than anything else, and a lot less like the threat you wished everyone saw you as. It doesn't make you the top guy when you haven't even looked anything like one unless you call failing when it counts the most under clutch situations every time they come up almost as being a main event guy. You beat Daryl at Fighting Spirit, but what else have you really done on the big stage with a chance to take your career to the next level? Nothing. You've choked. You've become your own worst enemy any time you told yourself just as you are now, that all you have to do is win this match...win that match. But when it comes down to it, you crumble. You tense up just like you did against Ripley when you had the chance to make him pay for disrespecting you and making you look like the second rate player that you happen to be. Then once again at Pain For Pride in a match that was supposed to solidify the name Charlie Marr as a threat to any World Champion, the man who had been one of one's that's been around longer than most and yet you spent the first half of that week completely unsure of how to attack your opponents except with the most basic fundamental approach taken by not talking about any of your opponents, but more so about why you believed it was your time to take another step toward grabbing that brass ring. The whole world watched you tense up under the pressure because you were out of your element, you were lost, you lacked substance just as you do now.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
Time is running short for you, Charlie. I stand by that claim one hundred percent. I've seen too often in my time to know it when I see it. Watching as guys like Lars Grier, like Ryan Marx, like Stark, like Nobi, like Keelan, like Tig Kelly, Nick Angel, and the list goes on and on and on Charlie. Your opportunities to reach the next level will become fewer and fewer with each one you shit away. Wasting months atop of months just to try and be a bootlegger off of others who have spent years perfecting their craft with their own style, trying to adapt to what you believe is the be all end all to being great, but if it's not who you are at heart then there will be more like me that won't mind continuously reminding you just how unpolished and unrefined you happen to be. All the degrading of the women you've done means little to nothing in the grand scheme, Charlie. You've been saying the same shit for months, and I can assure you it's not newsworthy anymore. The amount of viewers will continue to dwindle each time because it's like turning on the fucking twighlight zone. Like a re-run that nobody is going to watch all the way through because they've already seen it before. People know what to expect. People don't go into matches wondering if something new and creative is going to come out, but thanks to creative control you have something new to talk about, even if it's just for a hot minute. A list. A little list that's going to hang over your head all season. "The sky is blue"...."No. It's azure."...."I'm not scared"....."But I'll run when I have to"...."I make everyone look good"..."I lost and that's fine because I just wasn't good enough this time"....(shakes his head as he chuckles lightly to himself). This is what it's like to argue back and forth with this unpolished little turd. He will argue back at you because his pride and self righteousness doesn't allow him to see anyone else above himself. He's an open Facebook page, which is a psychiatric dry erase board that screams, "Look at me. I am insecure. I need your reaction to what I'm doing and saying, but you're not cool enough to be my friend. Therefore, I will just pray you see this because I need your approval". All these women can wipe the floor with you, Charlie. They can easily take you outside to the woodshed and tear you a new one just for sounding stupid. When you have to talk behind a camera saying half the shit you say, it only makes you look that much more pathetic. It's not groundbreaking anymore, just like I said. It makes you look like your desperate and overcompensating for a serious lack of experience and know how to extend past the low standards you currently rank highly, when really all it does is exploit even more of your weaknesses and make you even more of an opening for people to take free shots at you. You're essentially target practice when people get bored, just waiting in the meantime to tackle a real challenge.
Nobody's going anywhere except your words when they go poof just like your career will eventually if you can't find another level.
Rest assured, I will get my opportunity to wrestle for the EAW Championship. It's only a matter of time, and we both know that. Eventually the buck will be passed on to this Elitist again. I will bide my time, and I will prove furthermore through anyone that should come after you and eventually Ms. Extreme that this Elitist is far far from being done taking care of business at the top. I was the standard last season for a reason, which was why I was brought back this season. But I didn't come back like you to soil all my opportunities. I came back to add to my legacy here on Voltage and in the Land of Elites. So you can continue to speak the pish posh, it's gonna be no skin off my back. It's all a waste of breath. You're of but one, Charlie, just like I said. You couldn't force change, you couldn't press on one moment on your own. Never have been since your career inception, and that's why all it takes is plenty more humbling defeats many times over before you either finally get it, or you finally fizzle out. What goes up, Charlie, must come down, and just about anyone who's ever had the privilege of stepping up to the plate to meet this thoroughbred head on has found that out the hard way just as you did months ago on this program. You may have forgotten. Got a bout of amnesia, and if that's the case? That's gonna make this that much more fun for me, Charlie. And even if they don't care, Charlie, all I have to do in one single night is change their perspective, so they will never forget. So that they will always remember.
See you soon.
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