Post by Moxie on Aug 10, 2013 21:12:16 GMT -5
This is ridiculous.
I’ve traveled the world, multiple times. I’ve wrestled everywhere from a square dancing hall in Madison, Wisconsin to main eventing shows in Madison Square Garden, right in my hometown. But I don’t think I’ve ever run across a guy quite like The Dark Spyder IV………
Heh, nah. Who in the fuck am I kidding? I’ve run into them every time I’ve turned around, it seems. There’s always some loud mouthed, obnoxious asshole that tries to step up and piss in my Cheerios. I don’t know why some people seem to get their rocks off by trying to run me out of town or run me down as low as they possibly can but it seems like it’s the cool thing to do.
And who can really blame anyone for doing it? I’m not just some dime a dozen asswad that got a cheap spandex mask on the fuckin’ Big Lots clearance shelf for ninety nine cents one day and decided to call myself a wrestler. I’m Johnny Moxie. I’ve been in a lot of places over the years but the one thing that I’ve always done is held gold. I’m always successful, regardless of whatever company I’m working for.
Why do you think PWX brought me in? Because they knew damned well that I’d make them money. That I’d capture the Evolution Championship, that me facing some of the best and brightest that they had would lead to some great ratings and buyrates up the ass. And it did. Why do you think Sex and Violence Wrestling’s officials didn’t do a damned thing when I won the SVW Championship, despite the world crying foul on how I won it, claiming that I somehow screwed that little pink haired fairy Nathan McFarlane over?
They didn’t do a damned thing because I am money. Whether you like me or you hate me, and I quite frankly don’t care which, I’m the guy people pay to see. I’m the guy that people tune in to keep tabs on. When people are at work the day after a big show, I’m the guy they’re searching for on YouTube while hoping that their bosses don‘t peek over their shoulder. That’s why I have all of these annoying little haters.
And that’s why you hate me, isn’t it, Spyder? That’s why you’ve developed this unhealthy obsession with me that’s ridiculous. Have you stopped for one moment to listen to yourself, man? You talk about me like I’m an asshole. And I am. I won’t deny it. But what are you, exactly? You’re certainly no hero. I don’t give a rat’s ass who you are under that mask or how important you feel when you go back to your mom’s basement after a show and check the internet to see what the idiots out there think of it. You’re a nobody.
You’re nothing more than a rookie, something that you’ve made reference to yourself several times. And you know what? Listening to you jabber on, it’s quite easy to tell just how inexperienced you are. Christ, have you listened to some of this shit that you’ve been spouting on about in your feeble attempts to make yourself seem important?
You made me tap out?
Well, I think that you and I have quite differing opinions on what happened last week. And what would you know? My opinion’s backed up by what went into the history books. The very principle of tapping out, Spyder, means to give up. To surrender. To throw in the proverbial towel. I’ll give you credit. You had some slick moves and managed to catch me outside of the ring with one of the more painful holds that I’ve ever encountered in my time in this business.
But you know what, you little assgoblin? I didn’t tap out. If I would have tapped, if we go by the principle of tapping out, then nothing really happened. My hand may have been moving. There may have even been the uttering of “Uncle” from my mouth once or twice. But it wasn’t a surrender. It didn’t count. If it did, you would have won, kid. Of course………I think that’s where this whole “I made you tap out” mentality is coming from on your part.
You made a grave mistake. Hell, you made a rookie mistake. And a ridiculous one at that. You took your eyes off the prize. You got sidetracked and it came back to bite you on the ass. Chris Madison won the match. He got to pick his opponent for this second show and he was the one, contrary to what I’m sure you think, that people came away from that match talking about. The fact of the matter, Spyder, is that you just needed something to cling to, didn’t you? You needed a straw to grab at. You needed something that could keep you relevant.
Trouble is, you’re not the first to do this kid. And you won’t be the last. Your lack of vision in the overall scheme of things cost you the match last week. And the difference between yourself and I is that you’ll sit there and make excuses, trying to justify why you’re big fuck up was some grand move that plays into some cerebral scheme on your end. But me? Hey………I may be a dick. I may be one of the biggest pieces of shit that ever set foot inside of a wrestling ring. Yeah, that’s right, I spit on babies and kick puppies. And I’m not afraid to admit it. Just like I’ll admit my mistakes, in the very rare moments that I make them.
What happened last week in that four way dance and all that transpired afterward has only exposed YOU as the idiot that you are. I don’t know who trained you, kid. I don’t know who you are. But you’re certainly not smart and truth be told you’ve still got a lot of learning to do. The people that broke me into this business stressed many things upon me before allowing me to fly off into the world and become the ginormous star that I am. Not least among those things was always learn from your mistakes. Because if you don’t, then you’re only going to be prone to repeat them. Which is what you’re clearly on your way to doing.
Just listen to you. You want to talk shit about my talking shit on you last week? Kid, you’re doing enough shit talking for us both right now. You’re kissing Chris Madison’s ass, talking about how this tournament will come down to you and him, how nobody else in this company is worth a damn and how you dare anyone to step up to you.
Well toot, toot………nah, kid. That’s not the sound of you blowing your own horn. That’s the sound of the bus that I’m about to drive over your sorry ass in Medicine Hat.
The fact of the matter is that you have the intellect of an amoeba. Worst yet is how you’re trying to turn that loss you suffered……because of your own stupidity by the way……..last week into something positive and how you have actually let those delusions you keep having about that four way go to your head. Guess what? Here comes a reality check for you. And it’s going to be in the form of one hell of an In-Mox-Ication.
You want to talk about people that are all hype, Spyder? Do yourself a favor. Look in the mirror. And pray to your deity of choice that you don’t break it………..
I’ve traveled the world, multiple times. I’ve wrestled everywhere from a square dancing hall in Madison, Wisconsin to main eventing shows in Madison Square Garden, right in my hometown. But I don’t think I’ve ever run across a guy quite like The Dark Spyder IV………
Heh, nah. Who in the fuck am I kidding? I’ve run into them every time I’ve turned around, it seems. There’s always some loud mouthed, obnoxious asshole that tries to step up and piss in my Cheerios. I don’t know why some people seem to get their rocks off by trying to run me out of town or run me down as low as they possibly can but it seems like it’s the cool thing to do.
And who can really blame anyone for doing it? I’m not just some dime a dozen asswad that got a cheap spandex mask on the fuckin’ Big Lots clearance shelf for ninety nine cents one day and decided to call myself a wrestler. I’m Johnny Moxie. I’ve been in a lot of places over the years but the one thing that I’ve always done is held gold. I’m always successful, regardless of whatever company I’m working for.
Why do you think PWX brought me in? Because they knew damned well that I’d make them money. That I’d capture the Evolution Championship, that me facing some of the best and brightest that they had would lead to some great ratings and buyrates up the ass. And it did. Why do you think Sex and Violence Wrestling’s officials didn’t do a damned thing when I won the SVW Championship, despite the world crying foul on how I won it, claiming that I somehow screwed that little pink haired fairy Nathan McFarlane over?
They didn’t do a damned thing because I am money. Whether you like me or you hate me, and I quite frankly don’t care which, I’m the guy people pay to see. I’m the guy that people tune in to keep tabs on. When people are at work the day after a big show, I’m the guy they’re searching for on YouTube while hoping that their bosses don‘t peek over their shoulder. That’s why I have all of these annoying little haters.
And that’s why you hate me, isn’t it, Spyder? That’s why you’ve developed this unhealthy obsession with me that’s ridiculous. Have you stopped for one moment to listen to yourself, man? You talk about me like I’m an asshole. And I am. I won’t deny it. But what are you, exactly? You’re certainly no hero. I don’t give a rat’s ass who you are under that mask or how important you feel when you go back to your mom’s basement after a show and check the internet to see what the idiots out there think of it. You’re a nobody.
You’re nothing more than a rookie, something that you’ve made reference to yourself several times. And you know what? Listening to you jabber on, it’s quite easy to tell just how inexperienced you are. Christ, have you listened to some of this shit that you’ve been spouting on about in your feeble attempts to make yourself seem important?
You made me tap out?
Well, I think that you and I have quite differing opinions on what happened last week. And what would you know? My opinion’s backed up by what went into the history books. The very principle of tapping out, Spyder, means to give up. To surrender. To throw in the proverbial towel. I’ll give you credit. You had some slick moves and managed to catch me outside of the ring with one of the more painful holds that I’ve ever encountered in my time in this business.
But you know what, you little assgoblin? I didn’t tap out. If I would have tapped, if we go by the principle of tapping out, then nothing really happened. My hand may have been moving. There may have even been the uttering of “Uncle” from my mouth once or twice. But it wasn’t a surrender. It didn’t count. If it did, you would have won, kid. Of course………I think that’s where this whole “I made you tap out” mentality is coming from on your part.
You made a grave mistake. Hell, you made a rookie mistake. And a ridiculous one at that. You took your eyes off the prize. You got sidetracked and it came back to bite you on the ass. Chris Madison won the match. He got to pick his opponent for this second show and he was the one, contrary to what I’m sure you think, that people came away from that match talking about. The fact of the matter, Spyder, is that you just needed something to cling to, didn’t you? You needed a straw to grab at. You needed something that could keep you relevant.
Trouble is, you’re not the first to do this kid. And you won’t be the last. Your lack of vision in the overall scheme of things cost you the match last week. And the difference between yourself and I is that you’ll sit there and make excuses, trying to justify why you’re big fuck up was some grand move that plays into some cerebral scheme on your end. But me? Hey………I may be a dick. I may be one of the biggest pieces of shit that ever set foot inside of a wrestling ring. Yeah, that’s right, I spit on babies and kick puppies. And I’m not afraid to admit it. Just like I’ll admit my mistakes, in the very rare moments that I make them.
What happened last week in that four way dance and all that transpired afterward has only exposed YOU as the idiot that you are. I don’t know who trained you, kid. I don’t know who you are. But you’re certainly not smart and truth be told you’ve still got a lot of learning to do. The people that broke me into this business stressed many things upon me before allowing me to fly off into the world and become the ginormous star that I am. Not least among those things was always learn from your mistakes. Because if you don’t, then you’re only going to be prone to repeat them. Which is what you’re clearly on your way to doing.
Just listen to you. You want to talk shit about my talking shit on you last week? Kid, you’re doing enough shit talking for us both right now. You’re kissing Chris Madison’s ass, talking about how this tournament will come down to you and him, how nobody else in this company is worth a damn and how you dare anyone to step up to you.
Well toot, toot………nah, kid. That’s not the sound of you blowing your own horn. That’s the sound of the bus that I’m about to drive over your sorry ass in Medicine Hat.
The fact of the matter is that you have the intellect of an amoeba. Worst yet is how you’re trying to turn that loss you suffered……because of your own stupidity by the way……..last week into something positive and how you have actually let those delusions you keep having about that four way go to your head. Guess what? Here comes a reality check for you. And it’s going to be in the form of one hell of an In-Mox-Ication.
You want to talk about people that are all hype, Spyder? Do yourself a favor. Look in the mirror. And pray to your deity of choice that you don’t break it………..
