Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2013 5:24:22 GMT -5
To: WFWF.com
From: MCross@gmail.com
Subject: Kinda Pissed Off
Re: Yukio Blaze and Devilkiller
The views reflected are of Mr. Cross alone. We do not endorse anything stated in the following.
If it just seems like I’m rambling on more than usual, my apologies. It’s not every day you take a medical cocktail to subvert practically everything short of what WebMD calls cancer. The missus gets a kick out of seeing me so drugged.
But you know, I got a couple issues. Actually no, I don’t have issues, I have f*ckin’ problems. And they aren’t bad b*tches.
Turns out, my problems are a couple of b*tches, unfortunately they aren’t as bad as I thought they were.
What?
Too cringeworthy?
Because that’s as cringworthy as what happened to Team Xavier at Battleground. Look at the footage.
A cut that needed twelve staples to repair.
Mild concussion symptoms due to a bat to the head.
Bruises on my body from said bat in addition to bruised ribs.
Pulled tendon on my left knee; I’ll be limping all week.
And that’s just what happened to me. I didn’t think anything could top falling off damn near thirty feet to the floor. Then I was legitimately knocked unconscious by a baseball bat. So imagine my thoughts when I came to and Trace Demon suddenly was the lone owner of the WFWF?
Actually, those thoughts were clouded by the morphine because of the searing pain I had gone through plus the whole staple process. But in all honesty, what happened to me was not particularly important. I was eliminated. I failed to help give the lesser evil the company. But I can sit here, on my bed, with my laptop, and say that I gave it my all. And I did it without sacrificing myself too much (did you see that sweet small package on Penny Shannon? Glorious.)
Can’t really say the same for my so called “partners”.
Battleground was dysfunctional team vs. dysfunctional team.
Best friends turned enemies turned potential frenemies were teaming with a massive man who looked to become the greatest National Champion we’ve had and a legend who has so much bad blood for one man you could mentally cause a blood transfusion were facing that said one man teaming with someone who has been out of the company for “a minute” as they say while the other two chomped at the man who wanted the most control of the company.
Clearly, these teams were created with expert precision in mind. But by hook or by hook they worked.
To a point.
For all of the faults Team Trace might have had, the job got done. Trace Demon (unfortunately) slumped out of that cage a winner. I guess his winner’s purse was a prostitute or something, and he probably forced her to wipe off any blood. Penny Shannon got eliminated. Joe Bishop got eliminated, Rev. Shadow got eliminated. But it was worth it in the end, because “their guy” won.
Turns out, we were the most dysfunctional. After all, half of our team contributed to our demise. What’s that? Explain my actions? Why your wish is my command!
Despite anything that I might say or do at Revolution, Devilkiller, I still hold some modicum of respect for you. You helped make the National Championship into something legitimate again. You helped make people understand why main eventers still sought it out as a capable prize to win.
But you didn’t get pinned just once that night.
You got pinned twice.
By the same man.
And then you proceed to throw a hissy fit and attack your own teammate.
Last I checked, when something as important as the future of the company is at stake, you don’t go own and drop your team on their head. And then it wasn’t that you decided to do that, you got pinned with what, a backslide? Schoolboy? Admittedly, I can’t remember; chalk that up to the bat (thanks Reverand!).
You’re as built as a bricksh*thouse with the stability of a Jenga tower.
(Please, no analogies about our current infrastructure here in America. That’s how “too soons” occur.)
I know, I can smell the smark from here.
“But Mak, you watched on as Devilkiller essentially provided the move for you to pin Joe Bishop and eliminate him! He gave you an indirect assist.”
And I’ll say…
You’re right.
He did do that. I did what I did. Would I regret it? No.
Devilkiller walked in and walked out as scratchless as a brand new disc.
Then what’s my problem with him? What’s my problem with Yukio for that matter? At this point, they blend in a bit.
If I’m incorrect, by all means say I’m stupid and I’m wrong. But when we agreed to be on Team Xavier, there was the understanding that we would everything in our powers to keep the company on our side of the line.
Devilkiller, can you say you upheld your end?
Yukio, can you say you upheld your end without burning?
Speaking of Yukio, neat magic trick; take out the lights, take out the officials at the cell door, make your way to the cell door and leave as quickly as your entered.
You forgot one thing though Yukio.
Rev. Shadow despite being taken out by Yukio, to get eliminated (that’s the only credit I give you).
But since Yukio is full of bright ideas, he just decides to up and leave and not take Shadow with him.
Turns out, the moment we need officials more than anything, we splatter their bodies all over the exterior of the cell.
AND THEN THE MAN DISQUALIFIES HIMSELF BY LITERALLY WALKING OUT.
And that’s where the problem lies.
Cam Nitta is the unfortunate bastard who drew the #1 spot and dealt with more handicaps than my golf score. You want to talk injuries? Cam Nitta isn’t even on the card. Cam Nitta is the man who put on the best performance of his career to this point. He kicked out of more moves than I’ve seen a guy like him take. If you had any doubts whether this kid was a star, then not a soul should be saying otherwise from now on.
And how is he repaid by his teammates? A fireball. To the face. At the hands of a man who should NOT have been in that ring at that moment.
Tell me Yukio, what was the look on your face when you saw that? How fast was your brain spinning to justify laying out EVERYONE WHO COULD HAVE STOPPED IT?
Can I say for sure if Shadow wouldn’t have found his way back in if you didn’t ensure the victory? No.
But here’s something that still confuses me.
You had Trace Demon right there.
Battered, bloodied, Trace Demon.
What better way to kill his ego than denying him the chance to become owner?
And you did nothing but walk away.
Are you proud of yourself for that?
I did everything I could and needed a baseball bat to stop me.
Cam needed a f*cking fireball.
Where were you two gentlemen?
That’s my problem. And as much as I would love hearing your reasoning I really don’t give two s*its.
A kid’s got nothing to show for it except a trip to the burn unit, meanwhile I get to wrestle two relatively fresh men, while I won’t be cleared for action until the day of Revolution. And even then, that’ll be a game time decision.
At this point though, I’m not resting for my sake.
I know I won’t be 100% but I damn sure know how to fight, and that’s what I’m going to do.
I’m going to fight two men who I have some problems with.
Gentlemen, I don’t normally hold grudges.
But I think it’s time I’m due.
You really want to know the pain I went through at Battleground?
I’ll be more than happy to demonstrate to you two.
So long as you’re willing to volunteer.
From: MCross@gmail.com
Subject: Kinda Pissed Off
Re: Yukio Blaze and Devilkiller
The views reflected are of Mr. Cross alone. We do not endorse anything stated in the following.
If it just seems like I’m rambling on more than usual, my apologies. It’s not every day you take a medical cocktail to subvert practically everything short of what WebMD calls cancer. The missus gets a kick out of seeing me so drugged.
But you know, I got a couple issues. Actually no, I don’t have issues, I have f*ckin’ problems. And they aren’t bad b*tches.
Turns out, my problems are a couple of b*tches, unfortunately they aren’t as bad as I thought they were.
What?
Too cringeworthy?
Because that’s as cringworthy as what happened to Team Xavier at Battleground. Look at the footage.
A cut that needed twelve staples to repair.
Mild concussion symptoms due to a bat to the head.
Bruises on my body from said bat in addition to bruised ribs.
Pulled tendon on my left knee; I’ll be limping all week.
And that’s just what happened to me. I didn’t think anything could top falling off damn near thirty feet to the floor. Then I was legitimately knocked unconscious by a baseball bat. So imagine my thoughts when I came to and Trace Demon suddenly was the lone owner of the WFWF?
Actually, those thoughts were clouded by the morphine because of the searing pain I had gone through plus the whole staple process. But in all honesty, what happened to me was not particularly important. I was eliminated. I failed to help give the lesser evil the company. But I can sit here, on my bed, with my laptop, and say that I gave it my all. And I did it without sacrificing myself too much (did you see that sweet small package on Penny Shannon? Glorious.)
Can’t really say the same for my so called “partners”.
Battleground was dysfunctional team vs. dysfunctional team.
Best friends turned enemies turned potential frenemies were teaming with a massive man who looked to become the greatest National Champion we’ve had and a legend who has so much bad blood for one man you could mentally cause a blood transfusion were facing that said one man teaming with someone who has been out of the company for “a minute” as they say while the other two chomped at the man who wanted the most control of the company.
Clearly, these teams were created with expert precision in mind. But by hook or by hook they worked.
To a point.
For all of the faults Team Trace might have had, the job got done. Trace Demon (unfortunately) slumped out of that cage a winner. I guess his winner’s purse was a prostitute or something, and he probably forced her to wipe off any blood. Penny Shannon got eliminated. Joe Bishop got eliminated, Rev. Shadow got eliminated. But it was worth it in the end, because “their guy” won.
Turns out, we were the most dysfunctional. After all, half of our team contributed to our demise. What’s that? Explain my actions? Why your wish is my command!
Despite anything that I might say or do at Revolution, Devilkiller, I still hold some modicum of respect for you. You helped make the National Championship into something legitimate again. You helped make people understand why main eventers still sought it out as a capable prize to win.
But you didn’t get pinned just once that night.
You got pinned twice.
By the same man.
And then you proceed to throw a hissy fit and attack your own teammate.
Last I checked, when something as important as the future of the company is at stake, you don’t go own and drop your team on their head. And then it wasn’t that you decided to do that, you got pinned with what, a backslide? Schoolboy? Admittedly, I can’t remember; chalk that up to the bat (thanks Reverand!).
You’re as built as a bricksh*thouse with the stability of a Jenga tower.
(Please, no analogies about our current infrastructure here in America. That’s how “too soons” occur.)
I know, I can smell the smark from here.
“But Mak, you watched on as Devilkiller essentially provided the move for you to pin Joe Bishop and eliminate him! He gave you an indirect assist.”
And I’ll say…
You’re right.
He did do that. I did what I did. Would I regret it? No.
Devilkiller walked in and walked out as scratchless as a brand new disc.
Then what’s my problem with him? What’s my problem with Yukio for that matter? At this point, they blend in a bit.
If I’m incorrect, by all means say I’m stupid and I’m wrong. But when we agreed to be on Team Xavier, there was the understanding that we would everything in our powers to keep the company on our side of the line.
Devilkiller, can you say you upheld your end?
Yukio, can you say you upheld your end without burning?
Speaking of Yukio, neat magic trick; take out the lights, take out the officials at the cell door, make your way to the cell door and leave as quickly as your entered.
You forgot one thing though Yukio.
Rev. Shadow despite being taken out by Yukio, to get eliminated (that’s the only credit I give you).
But since Yukio is full of bright ideas, he just decides to up and leave and not take Shadow with him.
Turns out, the moment we need officials more than anything, we splatter their bodies all over the exterior of the cell.
AND THEN THE MAN DISQUALIFIES HIMSELF BY LITERALLY WALKING OUT.
And that’s where the problem lies.
Cam Nitta is the unfortunate bastard who drew the #1 spot and dealt with more handicaps than my golf score. You want to talk injuries? Cam Nitta isn’t even on the card. Cam Nitta is the man who put on the best performance of his career to this point. He kicked out of more moves than I’ve seen a guy like him take. If you had any doubts whether this kid was a star, then not a soul should be saying otherwise from now on.
And how is he repaid by his teammates? A fireball. To the face. At the hands of a man who should NOT have been in that ring at that moment.
Tell me Yukio, what was the look on your face when you saw that? How fast was your brain spinning to justify laying out EVERYONE WHO COULD HAVE STOPPED IT?
Can I say for sure if Shadow wouldn’t have found his way back in if you didn’t ensure the victory? No.
But here’s something that still confuses me.
You had Trace Demon right there.
Battered, bloodied, Trace Demon.
What better way to kill his ego than denying him the chance to become owner?
And you did nothing but walk away.
Are you proud of yourself for that?
I did everything I could and needed a baseball bat to stop me.
Cam needed a f*cking fireball.
Where were you two gentlemen?
That’s my problem. And as much as I would love hearing your reasoning I really don’t give two s*its.
A kid’s got nothing to show for it except a trip to the burn unit, meanwhile I get to wrestle two relatively fresh men, while I won’t be cleared for action until the day of Revolution. And even then, that’ll be a game time decision.
At this point though, I’m not resting for my sake.
I know I won’t be 100% but I damn sure know how to fight, and that’s what I’m going to do.
I’m going to fight two men who I have some problems with.
Gentlemen, I don’t normally hold grudges.
But I think it’s time I’m due.
You really want to know the pain I went through at Battleground?
I’ll be more than happy to demonstrate to you two.
So long as you’re willing to volunteer.
