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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 18 2017, 09:05 AM (79 Views) | |
| Lucas Moore | Jan 18 2017, 09:05 AM Post #1 |
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"Rumor has it the last thing you're supposed to do is talk about your weaknesses and flaws, because your opponents can exploit them and use them against you. You want to know what i say to that? Fuck a rumor. Everyone in the world has some sort of mommy or daddy issue. I don't know how the fuck all these people who were touched by their parents in their sleep haven't reported that shit to police. Do you get that it's not normal for you to use that shit in a wrestling promo while they're still out there ready to abuse the next little kid that comes along? I probably don't fit in because my parents didn't touch me or beat me or neglect me. To be honest, I'm pretty fucking spoiled. My mom sits at home being proud of me when really I've done nothing but purposefully try to disappoint her for the last seven years. Chasing my dreams is what she tells me I'm doing. Haha. Chasing pussy was more like it. Speaking of chasing pussy, do you know how many of you fucks are complete liars? I don't care what your WCW's say about you, not all of you have dicks that would make King Kong and Ron Jeremy pregnant. It's just not realistic. Most of you are just your average white guys that spend too many hours in the goddamn gym every week. You've just got dumb hoe's stroking your ego's while thinking about the one guy they drunkenly fucked at a bar one night with a two liter pop bottle between his legs. The point of all this is that there isn't a damn one of you that is anything special. You're mentally fragile children who don't like to be told the truth. And I suppose that's where we're going to have problems from the get go. I don't give a fuck what you think. I don't give a fuck if you knock me out with one punch in the middle of that ring. My ass will get back up and be making fun of how fucking retarded you are all goddamn day. There's not one of you here who has it in their power to shut me the hell up, I can promise you that much. I know, I know. The proper thing to do is to pick a champion and call them out. Tell them how I'm going to take that title and make it mind, right? Maybe later. See, the one thing about wrestling is that I've watched it since I was a kid. I never actually believed I'd be a wrestler one day but fuck it, here I am. And I look around me and I'm disappointed by all this bullshit. Ninety Nine percent of you people disgust me. I'm not talking about some minor irritation. I'm talking about deep down, heart felt loathing. The kind that makes me want to vomit just thinking about you. I don't care about your titles or fame or any of that bullshit. I care about beating the stupid out of you. Where I'm from if people don't listen to you, you make them listen. And I promise each and every single one of you that when all of this is all said and done, you'll be listening to me loud and fucking clear." ----- Lucas reached forward and pushed the stop button on the old camcorder he had just recorded his rant on. He'd upload it to YouTube or some other shit soon enough and that would be the start of whatever was to come. As he closed the small screen, pressing it flush against the rest of the camera, Luke looked down at his phone which had lit up once more. Another tweet. He shook his head and smirked before glancing over at his buddies who were there with him looking at him impatiently. "The fuck we gettin into today Luke?" "You tryna get turnt this early in the day? He shrugged, digging into the cooler that was in front of all of them and pulling out a cold bottle of beer. He twisted the top off of it easily and tilted it in their direction. "Hell yes. But first, a toast. To endless possibilities." He waited for his friends to grab their own drinks and raise them in the air. The fun had only just begun. |
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