Post by Rated R on Apr 4, 2011 14:17:03 GMT -5
From the Blog of Trace Demon
‘To every action there is always an equal and opposite reaction.’
- Newton’s Third Law
I don’t usually put much credence into quotations of famous figures. They’re nothing but a reminder of an event in the past that has very little bearing on the present. But today I make an exception, because for once the words of another sum up exactly what is going on. You see, Newton’s third law decrees that there are always two forces in equal opposition, pushing against each other to keep them in a state of constant static motion. In short, everything you do is met by an equal reaction. If you press a stone with your finger then your finger is also pressed by the stone.
Only in this case, the finger is King Kraig and his motley crew of idiots and the stone is yours truly. The big problem is that they seem to think that a force works one way. They think they can push me and push me without any chance of me pushing back. And by pushing I of course mean kicking their heads so hard they forget how to tie their own shoelaces, which in King Kraig’s case is already expecting far too much. They’ve set a force into motion that they can’t possibly contain, and it all results from one idiotic move on the latest show.
As you will have seen at WFWF ‘Not the Bees’ (Seriously, who is coming up with these names?) I was attacked by members of the YMCA: WFWF chapter. These so called men beat me so bad that I was left out cold in the middle of the ring. It’s not a situation I find myself in often to be honest, and it’s not one that I intend to become accustomed to. Which is why, right here, right now, I declare war.
I declare war on King Kraig. I declare war on EBR. I declare war on those other two guys who just aren’t as important. In short, I declare war on the WFWF’s leadership and everything it stands for.
You see, I’ve spoken out numerous times on my thoughts about King Kraig and EBR. I’ve told you all how I find their actions cowardly and how they spend their spare time in a closet with each other doing things that would make a prostitute uncomfortable. I’ve even told you about that time EBR accidentally got his gigolo sent to the wrong room and therefore accidentally outed himself to the entire roster...
I hadn’t told you that last one? Well that’s really a story for another day.
What I’m trying to say is that you already know exactly what I think of King Kraig and EBR. But sadly that doesn’t seem to be my only problem anymore, because Kraig’s got a few more flunkies on his payroll. Those being...
Okay, give me a second, I’m sure I’ll be able to remember them in a minute.
Damn, I’ve got nothing... quick, to google!
Right, after a quick search it turns out Kraig’s new bed buddies are Calvin Lee and Jason Jadoa. Believe it or not I actually know a fair amount about both guys. God bless the almighty google!
I’ve had a few run ins with Calvin Lee before, most recently when I ran him out of XWA just by turning up and kicking his ass so bad that he couldn’t show his face in the locker room anymore. Calvin’s a guy who has a bucket load of talent. He could easily be a big star but he has one major flaw – the guy’s a complete idiot. Seriously, I’ve never known anyone who can get in so over his head without a plan to get out of it in my life. Even my cousin Bernie has an escape plan in case the cops try to bust his illegal brewery operation.
But Cal, he just isn’t that bright. He probably thinks by getting involved with King Kraig he’s guaranteed to get whatever he wants. What he doesn’t realise is that if he really wants a brain he needs to go see the wizard, not the idiot pretending to be the boss. Calvin Lee is once again in over his head, he’s jumped straigt down the rabbit hole and forgot to bring his ladder. But don’t worry Cal, I’ve already booted you from one company, I’m sure I can do you a favour and rid another group of fans of your incessant whining.
Which brings me to Jason Jadoa. I’ve not really had a lot of interaction with Jadoa, other than feeling his boots on my ribs, but I’ve seen enough of him to know exactly what he’s like. I’ve known plenty of people like Jason Jadoa. Sad, depressing, against the world, listening to crappy music and wearing eye shadow.
Wait, I’ve just described a fourteen year old girl. Huh, makes a lot of sense really.
Jason Jadoa doesn’t speak much, probably because his personality is about as colourful as the inside of the padded cell he escaped from, and while most people find him intimidating I see things a little differently. Jason Jadoa, in short, is nothing more than a pathetic goth kid whose tired of getting his head shoved down the toilet by the bullies, so he’s decided to become a bully himself. Jadoa isn’t scary because he hasn’t done anything to scare me. He stands in the background scowling like he just lost a game of ‘who looks the saddest’.
So that’s King Kraig’s new henchmen. An idiot and a fourteen year old girl. I’d have been more intimidated by twelve year old ginger twins. Because let’s face it, that’s a terrifying thought. Calvin Lee and Jason Jadoa, well they’re just a little meh.
So bring it all you want Kraig, send every pathetic little weapon in your arsenal at me and watch me cripple them. Watch me hurt them so bad they’ll go crying to their mothers about how the big bad wolf blew away their hopes and dreams and ripped their throats out, cause that’s what’s coming.
And speaking of ripping throats out, I guess I need to address the elephant in the room. An elephant by the name of Johnny Knight. I don’t know what this kid is trying to prove but he’s picked the wrong dude on the wrong day to try and prove it. From what I’ve heard this kid thinks Phillip Schneider has disrespected him and is going to one up him on every opponent he has faced.
Give me a minute while I die of laugher.
First things first Johnny, you’ve got to realise Phillip Schneider isn’t disrespecting you, he’s just generally an egomaniacal personality-less loser who has a bit of a weird fetish for blood and gore. While you think he’s busy disrespecting you it’s more likely that he’s taken so many drugs he doesn’t actually know who you are or why you have rabbit ears and a flying pink giraffe for a pet. So don’t worry if he’s disrespecting you, you should worry when he starts respecting you, because that means you want to run before he tries to introduce you to his girlfriend who just so happens to be locked up in his basement.
And second, and more importantly, are you absolutely mental? You really think the way to gain somebody’s respect is to get yourself beaten, bloodied and mutilated by facing a bunch of guys who are quite frankly far superior to you? Last I heard the best way to earn somebody’s respect in this business is to win matches and let’s face it, I’ve seen your performances and it’s as if you don’t even turn up some nights.
You’ve set yourself a big task Johnny, but you’ve set me an even bigger one. I’ve got to be the one to break your bubble. I’ve got to be the one to show you the error of your ways. I’ve got to be the one to show you exactly what you’re doing wrong and then beat it out of you.
And I have to do it all while using you to send a message.
That’s right Johnny, you’ve come into this match having scouted out a technical master. A man who can make you tap out any way he wants to. You’ve come into this match probably having tried and failed to learn a bunch of counters to everything I’ve got. That could have bought you some time if you weren’t an idiot. But no, you just couldn’t help yourself, and now we have to face off in a match with no rules, with no count outs. A match in which anything and everything is legal and where I can use anything to bludgeon your idiotic beliefs out of that dense skull of yours.
You’ve set yourself an impossible challenge Johnny boy, you’ve set yourself the task of fighting one angry demon in a match where I can do absolutely anything I damn well want and trust me, I will. I’m going to rip that skin right from your face just because I can. I’m going to break each and every one of your fingers just because I feel like it. I’m going to end your career and not feel a damn bit of remorse for it.
And it’s all your own fault.
Last week I was attacked. Last week I was embarrassed and beaten and bruised. Last week something woke up. A part of me that has been hidden for years. I was the first ever Hardcore X Champion. I used to be capable of breaking a man so badly that he’d never be able to step into a ring again. That is the Trace Demon needed to fight this war, and that’s the Trace Demon that is coming to this ridiculously titled show.
Seriously, this godawful song has even infected the WFWF. Well that’s just one more reason to tear the house down and everyone in it.
So King Kraig, EBR, Johnny Knight, I’m coming to end you.
Bang Bang, your dead.
[/b]‘To every action there is always an equal and opposite reaction.’
- Newton’s Third Law
I don’t usually put much credence into quotations of famous figures. They’re nothing but a reminder of an event in the past that has very little bearing on the present. But today I make an exception, because for once the words of another sum up exactly what is going on. You see, Newton’s third law decrees that there are always two forces in equal opposition, pushing against each other to keep them in a state of constant static motion. In short, everything you do is met by an equal reaction. If you press a stone with your finger then your finger is also pressed by the stone.
Only in this case, the finger is King Kraig and his motley crew of idiots and the stone is yours truly. The big problem is that they seem to think that a force works one way. They think they can push me and push me without any chance of me pushing back. And by pushing I of course mean kicking their heads so hard they forget how to tie their own shoelaces, which in King Kraig’s case is already expecting far too much. They’ve set a force into motion that they can’t possibly contain, and it all results from one idiotic move on the latest show.
As you will have seen at WFWF ‘Not the Bees’ (Seriously, who is coming up with these names?) I was attacked by members of the YMCA: WFWF chapter. These so called men beat me so bad that I was left out cold in the middle of the ring. It’s not a situation I find myself in often to be honest, and it’s not one that I intend to become accustomed to. Which is why, right here, right now, I declare war.
I declare war on King Kraig. I declare war on EBR. I declare war on those other two guys who just aren’t as important. In short, I declare war on the WFWF’s leadership and everything it stands for.
You see, I’ve spoken out numerous times on my thoughts about King Kraig and EBR. I’ve told you all how I find their actions cowardly and how they spend their spare time in a closet with each other doing things that would make a prostitute uncomfortable. I’ve even told you about that time EBR accidentally got his gigolo sent to the wrong room and therefore accidentally outed himself to the entire roster...
I hadn’t told you that last one? Well that’s really a story for another day.
What I’m trying to say is that you already know exactly what I think of King Kraig and EBR. But sadly that doesn’t seem to be my only problem anymore, because Kraig’s got a few more flunkies on his payroll. Those being...
Okay, give me a second, I’m sure I’ll be able to remember them in a minute.
Damn, I’ve got nothing... quick, to google!
Right, after a quick search it turns out Kraig’s new bed buddies are Calvin Lee and Jason Jadoa. Believe it or not I actually know a fair amount about both guys. God bless the almighty google!
I’ve had a few run ins with Calvin Lee before, most recently when I ran him out of XWA just by turning up and kicking his ass so bad that he couldn’t show his face in the locker room anymore. Calvin’s a guy who has a bucket load of talent. He could easily be a big star but he has one major flaw – the guy’s a complete idiot. Seriously, I’ve never known anyone who can get in so over his head without a plan to get out of it in my life. Even my cousin Bernie has an escape plan in case the cops try to bust his illegal brewery operation.
But Cal, he just isn’t that bright. He probably thinks by getting involved with King Kraig he’s guaranteed to get whatever he wants. What he doesn’t realise is that if he really wants a brain he needs to go see the wizard, not the idiot pretending to be the boss. Calvin Lee is once again in over his head, he’s jumped straigt down the rabbit hole and forgot to bring his ladder. But don’t worry Cal, I’ve already booted you from one company, I’m sure I can do you a favour and rid another group of fans of your incessant whining.
Which brings me to Jason Jadoa. I’ve not really had a lot of interaction with Jadoa, other than feeling his boots on my ribs, but I’ve seen enough of him to know exactly what he’s like. I’ve known plenty of people like Jason Jadoa. Sad, depressing, against the world, listening to crappy music and wearing eye shadow.
Wait, I’ve just described a fourteen year old girl. Huh, makes a lot of sense really.
Jason Jadoa doesn’t speak much, probably because his personality is about as colourful as the inside of the padded cell he escaped from, and while most people find him intimidating I see things a little differently. Jason Jadoa, in short, is nothing more than a pathetic goth kid whose tired of getting his head shoved down the toilet by the bullies, so he’s decided to become a bully himself. Jadoa isn’t scary because he hasn’t done anything to scare me. He stands in the background scowling like he just lost a game of ‘who looks the saddest’.
So that’s King Kraig’s new henchmen. An idiot and a fourteen year old girl. I’d have been more intimidated by twelve year old ginger twins. Because let’s face it, that’s a terrifying thought. Calvin Lee and Jason Jadoa, well they’re just a little meh.
So bring it all you want Kraig, send every pathetic little weapon in your arsenal at me and watch me cripple them. Watch me hurt them so bad they’ll go crying to their mothers about how the big bad wolf blew away their hopes and dreams and ripped their throats out, cause that’s what’s coming.
And speaking of ripping throats out, I guess I need to address the elephant in the room. An elephant by the name of Johnny Knight. I don’t know what this kid is trying to prove but he’s picked the wrong dude on the wrong day to try and prove it. From what I’ve heard this kid thinks Phillip Schneider has disrespected him and is going to one up him on every opponent he has faced.
Give me a minute while I die of laugher.
First things first Johnny, you’ve got to realise Phillip Schneider isn’t disrespecting you, he’s just generally an egomaniacal personality-less loser who has a bit of a weird fetish for blood and gore. While you think he’s busy disrespecting you it’s more likely that he’s taken so many drugs he doesn’t actually know who you are or why you have rabbit ears and a flying pink giraffe for a pet. So don’t worry if he’s disrespecting you, you should worry when he starts respecting you, because that means you want to run before he tries to introduce you to his girlfriend who just so happens to be locked up in his basement.
And second, and more importantly, are you absolutely mental? You really think the way to gain somebody’s respect is to get yourself beaten, bloodied and mutilated by facing a bunch of guys who are quite frankly far superior to you? Last I heard the best way to earn somebody’s respect in this business is to win matches and let’s face it, I’ve seen your performances and it’s as if you don’t even turn up some nights.
You’ve set yourself a big task Johnny, but you’ve set me an even bigger one. I’ve got to be the one to break your bubble. I’ve got to be the one to show you the error of your ways. I’ve got to be the one to show you exactly what you’re doing wrong and then beat it out of you.
And I have to do it all while using you to send a message.
That’s right Johnny, you’ve come into this match having scouted out a technical master. A man who can make you tap out any way he wants to. You’ve come into this match probably having tried and failed to learn a bunch of counters to everything I’ve got. That could have bought you some time if you weren’t an idiot. But no, you just couldn’t help yourself, and now we have to face off in a match with no rules, with no count outs. A match in which anything and everything is legal and where I can use anything to bludgeon your idiotic beliefs out of that dense skull of yours.
You’ve set yourself an impossible challenge Johnny boy, you’ve set yourself the task of fighting one angry demon in a match where I can do absolutely anything I damn well want and trust me, I will. I’m going to rip that skin right from your face just because I can. I’m going to break each and every one of your fingers just because I feel like it. I’m going to end your career and not feel a damn bit of remorse for it.
And it’s all your own fault.
Last week I was attacked. Last week I was embarrassed and beaten and bruised. Last week something woke up. A part of me that has been hidden for years. I was the first ever Hardcore X Champion. I used to be capable of breaking a man so badly that he’d never be able to step into a ring again. That is the Trace Demon needed to fight this war, and that’s the Trace Demon that is coming to this ridiculously titled show.
Seriously, this godawful song has even infected the WFWF. Well that’s just one more reason to tear the house down and everyone in it.
So King Kraig, EBR, Johnny Knight, I’m coming to end you.
Bang Bang, your dead.
