Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2017 13:37:18 GMT -5
"John Blade... John fucking Blade"
Karston sits cross legged on the floor of his small sparse bedroom. He wears a simple pair of black shorts and no shirt, showing off his heavily tattooed body. His head hangs low as he just sits there still and stoic.
"That's who we're stuck against? Eighteen days ago, it was announced that myself, Gunnar, and Scotty Lattimer were all getting the call to join Redemptioon Wrestling. We had proven ourselves and we were getting the chance on the big stage. Me and Gunnar did that by being absolutely dominate as a team and beating the shit out of the bible humping, nonsense spewing walking colostomy bags that called themselves the Messiahs. Scotty Lattimer, well we didn't pay much attention to him. Now it was announced pretty quickly that he was receiving a Young Lions title match. Naturally we figured that we were going to be put up against one of the top teams, maybe in a number one contenders match. Maybe they would put is against Trixie and Jazmyn, or hell make the tag title match a triple threat. If the guy who got called up at the exact same time was getting a title shot, why shouldn't we? We damn sure proved ourselves more as a team than he ever did as a singles wrestler. So finally our match was announced..."
Karston stops and looks up towards the camera. He shakes his head as he slams his fist on the ground.
"Opening god damn match, against John Blade. We got out against the poster child for failure. We got put against the guy that gauges if someone is even good enough to be part of the company. We got put against the guy with the worst win loss record in the entire company. We got put against a guy who literally can't even get the initials of the company right. Seriously John, what is RWS? Redemption Wrestling would just be RW. Where in the fuck are you getting an S from? Are you that brain damaged at this point. Have you been dropped on that giant head of yours so many times, that you don't even know what company you work for anymore? It's really the only logical explanation I can think of for your incoherent babbling. I watched that video seven damn times, just trying to figure out what you were talking about, when your partner changed her name, why you were talking about a company called RWS, and who exactly this 'they' you keep referring to is."
Karston looks at the camera and shrugs a bit as he shakes his head and sighs.
"Seriously John, you keep going on and on about how they wanted your opponents to win or they wanted you to lose or how they wanted to give a new team an opportunity. Who are they John? Are you talking about Devlin Scott? Are you talking about the announcers? Are you talking about the fans? Those mouth breathing cousin fucking assholes actually love you and every stupid word that comes out of your mouth. I hope you're not talking about your opponents, because of course they want to win. It's a natural thing for any competitor. The goal when you step in that ring, is win, move up the rankings, get a title shot, win the titles, then keep winning and successfully defending those titles. Are you just saying that twenty two times, your opponent has wanted the win more than you? That is just said if true. It's almost as sad as the fact that you were the first ever New Generation champion. That belt was tainted from the very start. Of course the saddest thing is that a former champion, has become nothing more than a curtain joking gate keeper. You get trotted out and your opponents are told that if they're not even good enough to get a win against you, well they just don't belong. John, you are the bottom of the barrel, lowest rung on the ladder, last on the totem pole, and we have to face you in our first match. You're going to pay for this disrespect we've been shown. You're going to be torn apart, and we are going to prove that we should have been given better competition."
Karston stands up and goes towards the camera, but then stops for a second.
"Wait, I just remembered that you have a tag team partner in this match. Alicia Hixxx, or is it Latoya Hixx? Card says on, John says another. In truth, it really doesn't matter to me. All I know about her is that she's tiny, just as stupid as Blade, and has an almost equally terrible record. I'm gonna let Aaynet handle you and maybe Gunnar if he feels like talking again. Hasn't talked on camera the entire time we've been doing this, but last month he was a regular chatter box. I've wasted enough time on Blade though, so they can handle Alicia or Latoya or Janet or Sasha or whatever the hell her name is. I'm gonna go do some more training."
Karston pushes the button and the recording quickly ends.
Karston sits cross legged on the floor of his small sparse bedroom. He wears a simple pair of black shorts and no shirt, showing off his heavily tattooed body. His head hangs low as he just sits there still and stoic.
"That's who we're stuck against? Eighteen days ago, it was announced that myself, Gunnar, and Scotty Lattimer were all getting the call to join Redemptioon Wrestling. We had proven ourselves and we were getting the chance on the big stage. Me and Gunnar did that by being absolutely dominate as a team and beating the shit out of the bible humping, nonsense spewing walking colostomy bags that called themselves the Messiahs. Scotty Lattimer, well we didn't pay much attention to him. Now it was announced pretty quickly that he was receiving a Young Lions title match. Naturally we figured that we were going to be put up against one of the top teams, maybe in a number one contenders match. Maybe they would put is against Trixie and Jazmyn, or hell make the tag title match a triple threat. If the guy who got called up at the exact same time was getting a title shot, why shouldn't we? We damn sure proved ourselves more as a team than he ever did as a singles wrestler. So finally our match was announced..."
Karston stops and looks up towards the camera. He shakes his head as he slams his fist on the ground.
"Opening god damn match, against John Blade. We got out against the poster child for failure. We got put against the guy that gauges if someone is even good enough to be part of the company. We got put against the guy with the worst win loss record in the entire company. We got put against a guy who literally can't even get the initials of the company right. Seriously John, what is RWS? Redemption Wrestling would just be RW. Where in the fuck are you getting an S from? Are you that brain damaged at this point. Have you been dropped on that giant head of yours so many times, that you don't even know what company you work for anymore? It's really the only logical explanation I can think of for your incoherent babbling. I watched that video seven damn times, just trying to figure out what you were talking about, when your partner changed her name, why you were talking about a company called RWS, and who exactly this 'they' you keep referring to is."
Karston looks at the camera and shrugs a bit as he shakes his head and sighs.
"Seriously John, you keep going on and on about how they wanted your opponents to win or they wanted you to lose or how they wanted to give a new team an opportunity. Who are they John? Are you talking about Devlin Scott? Are you talking about the announcers? Are you talking about the fans? Those mouth breathing cousin fucking assholes actually love you and every stupid word that comes out of your mouth. I hope you're not talking about your opponents, because of course they want to win. It's a natural thing for any competitor. The goal when you step in that ring, is win, move up the rankings, get a title shot, win the titles, then keep winning and successfully defending those titles. Are you just saying that twenty two times, your opponent has wanted the win more than you? That is just said if true. It's almost as sad as the fact that you were the first ever New Generation champion. That belt was tainted from the very start. Of course the saddest thing is that a former champion, has become nothing more than a curtain joking gate keeper. You get trotted out and your opponents are told that if they're not even good enough to get a win against you, well they just don't belong. John, you are the bottom of the barrel, lowest rung on the ladder, last on the totem pole, and we have to face you in our first match. You're going to pay for this disrespect we've been shown. You're going to be torn apart, and we are going to prove that we should have been given better competition."
Karston stands up and goes towards the camera, but then stops for a second.
"Wait, I just remembered that you have a tag team partner in this match. Alicia Hixxx, or is it Latoya Hixx? Card says on, John says another. In truth, it really doesn't matter to me. All I know about her is that she's tiny, just as stupid as Blade, and has an almost equally terrible record. I'm gonna let Aaynet handle you and maybe Gunnar if he feels like talking again. Hasn't talked on camera the entire time we've been doing this, but last month he was a regular chatter box. I've wasted enough time on Blade though, so they can handle Alicia or Latoya or Janet or Sasha or whatever the hell her name is. I'm gonna go do some more training."
Karston pushes the button and the recording quickly ends.
