The Future

Have you ever been so sick in your life that it felt like a part of your insides was being drilled through? After watching the entire Til Death Do Us Part pay-per-view over and over and over since I've been stuck at home, recovering from injury after injury I suffered in the knife fight.

The sickness isn't from the injuries though. It is from the useless pieces of shit getting pushed to the top. Boring fucking wrestlers. What the fuck is wrong with this place. I was supposed to bring in the Hardcore Era.

Failure. Nobody gave a shit about the knife fight. I've heard it all.

Too unrealistic.

Boring.

Whatever. Fuck them all.

Sorry, somebody actually had an original thought in their brain that didn't involve recycling a bunch of old moves, calling them your own, and then performing in a ring.

Don't challenge yourselves out there. Just keep protecting yourselves so you can wrestle until you're all fucking 40 year old nothings. You don't bust your fucking asses for the crowd. You're in this business for YOURSELVES.

You want to talk about a fucking cliche? Look in the fucking mirror.

Fuck you all. And this isn't an angry fuck you all, this is a simple fuck you all. This is a well thought out fuck you all.

Asylum has no laws. Nothing matters there. Murder, rape, extortion, violent fighting. Yet, they're wildly popular. Why can't the Asylum come to Action for one night? Everybody has a sick lust for extreme violence. I hear it in every pop when the crowd gets disgusted as a body is smashed through wood, steel or barbed wire.

These fans want violence. Or maybe I'm just wrong. Maybe all the Action fans still want pure wrestling. Well, maybe it's time to show them how blind they are. Maybe it's time to WAKE UP! Wake up from the existence of blindness. Wake up from the boredom.

There is no drama left. Nobody in this federation is free of hardcore. Haven't any one of them ever broken an announce table? Or used a chair?

The stench of hypocrisy is overwhelming.

So punishment comes. Not in its usual form, but it still comes. The fans of this federation are going to learn how exciting wrestling can be when I do it. Yeah, welcome to the world of sports fucking entertainment.

I'm putting my weapons away.

I'm putting everything away.

I get no respect from the pieces of shit in Action. So they can all rot in my piss.

Fiend is gone. Injured. Maybe permanently. Maybe some more people need to get carried out. Maybe some people better check their fucking mouths. Maybe some people ought to have some respect for me, even if you don't like me. But this won't be about respect. It's been half a year. Same fucking egos, but it sure isn't helping anybody back here.

The interest is waning in Action. Not because of guys like me, Fiend, KroW, Sylo, Minio and Danger, but because of the Jeff Garvins, Keith Shit Zimmermans, Chambers, Daniel Phillips, and the shit list goes on and on.

This federation is a toilet. There is only one place now that I can turn to for inspiration...

The past.......

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