Post by Brandon♤Mooore on Sept 10, 2020 1:57:04 GMT -5
Ladies and gentlemen, please listen to this brief public service announcement brought to you in part by Outlaw Pro Wrestling's Daddy and their mommy, JoHNnY StYLeZ.
Will the real G.O.A.T please stand up?
I repeat.
Will the REAL G.O.A.T please stand up?
So it begins.
Was it all just a dream? Or was it the crushing reality of events which have yet to unfold? Pretenders to a pedestal I was never SHOVED off from have come out the got damn cracks and crevices in ya boy's absence. The sinking ship sprung far too many leaks, and this filth had begun to overrun MY business. All that you see before you belongs to one man, truly, and his name ain't friggin Johnny Stylez.
It ain't Roger Wright.
IT DAMN SURE AIN'T NO DAMON FUCKING RIGGS.
All these lame ass motha fuggas keep running around with they got damn dicks out trying to piss and moan over superiority. Its fucking pathetic. Like any of these washed up robust fools know what being a Lord is. A mother fucking KING!?
BITCH PLEASE!
The problem is, I think all these motha fuggas forgot about me.
FORGOT ABOUT THE KING OF THE FELONY!?
So, I mean, after having to bare witness to the mockery of these peasants, I could just not take anymore. The children have been left uncheck for far too long.
DADDY'S HOME!
Come 'er ya little bitches, yano daddy gotta spank that ass. And that ass. Don't forget about that fat ass over there. Oh yes, and Ms. Swan, daddy's definitely gonna be comin for that sweet ass BITCH!
BLACK
AND
FUGGIN
BLUE!
Then everybody would have a reason to come back and look at you.
"But my Lord," you lame ass dude's will ask. "Why should we believe a flake like you?"
CAUSE ALL THE REAL MOTHA FUGGAS KNOW WHAT BRANDON MOORE FINNA FUCKIN DO!
Man, lemme just frickin tell y'all something. And this shit is the got damn truth. This business just ain't the fuggin same with out yours fuggin truly running a fucking muck and owning all you clowns. Shit just ain't right without the Lord King out here participating in some fucking anarchy. A lil bit of HaVoK blood here, maybe some Wolf blood flung way the fuck out over there. Ya boy finna be wearing that shit y'all. Bathing in the innards of these pestilent hags that have to run in a pack cuz they afraid of the boogey man pickin em off from the back.
AND THAT'S A FUCKING FACT!
Run and tell ya little weak ass friends you fucking twats. Y'all motha fuggas better get your cliqs up, surround yourself with a bunch of nobodies, and pray to your fuggin God. The true face of insanity returns, and not a single got damn thing can be done to prevent the brutality which is about to descend upon all of you. Your Lord is coming for your limbs, maybe a couple ribs, motha fugga y'all's intestines just might do.
IT'S GONNA BE A GOT DAMN BLOOD BATH!
Remember Ani, daddy's always hittin it from the back.
I do not give a shit who is who, what, where, when and how. I see a face, I smash a fucking face. Maybe even have you disappear without a trace. None would even miss a few of you, or most of you. I look around at this company, the roster, the staff, the unheralded garbage Johnny had accumulated, and I am fucking sickened. Where is the talent? Where is the mayhem?
WHERE ARE THE BAD MOTHA FUGGAS!?
All I fuggin see are a bunch of bitches phoning it in week in and week out, drifting on autopilot and collecting a motha fuggin check.
Heh.
Now you're all put in check.
Y'all think just because I didn't call out your name all personalized 'n shit that this shit ain't about you? Don't think just because you aren't important enough for me to name drop you that I ain't thinking about feasting on your weak ass mind, body, and spirit. Don't dare think for a single fuggin second I ain't salivating, foaming out the got damn mouth, just licking my chops at the sheer thought of causing you to become enslaved with the chains of my eternal suffering and misery. Just because you don't matter does not mean you don't deserve to loathe in your own cesspool of ignorance.
!! !NOT. A. GOT. DAMN. ONE. oF YOu sSuckaZz mEan A FUGGIN thANg!! !
! ! I RaISe HElL bITcH ! !
! ! MOtHa FUgGin HElL bITcH ! !
AND I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!
SILLY PLEASE, just get down on them lil ass knees and give daddy a little suck.
Yeah, YOU!
No..not..not you. You old saggy man tit havin ass. I'm talkin' to the only other motha fugga that could even try and claim GOAT status. But bruh, you tried so got damn hard to be like Brandon Moore the most. BUT YOU DIDN'T EVEN COME CLOSE! But, shhhhh, that's only a taste of what's coming to gape ya. Feed you your cake with a little bit of sodomy.
Ripping people off is just a minor offense, but when your stupid ass try, there is no point of mounting a defense.
Just because this is professional wrestling don't mean you ain't gonna die motha fugga. Though once I am through, your body may still live, your soul will be among the dearly departed. Your Lord King will own you, rendering each and every single piece of your ego as nothing more than a schizophrenic junkie's property.
AND THAT IS FUCKING PROPHECY!
It does not end with just YOU. I will be coming for your women, your men, and your children too. The personification of destruction has awakened, and flat out spoiled the future of that which is inevitable. Soon, your heroes will all line up to the sound of Gabriel's trumpet. A rallying war cry to signal the final fight between the fabled good and the always prevailing evil. Righteous men and women of the Syndicate being slain and maimed by a heretic who only grows stronger with each and every howl of the Wolf. But I'm not interested in only you. Coming soon, there's HaVoK being tamed like the house bitch he truly is, reminded of the good old days when he was nothing more than a warm up for the only TRUE LEGEND this business had ever chewed up and spit out. Like a fairy tale spoken from word of mouth passed on from generation to generation.
SAY SEVEN HAILMARYS CUZ I AM BACK AGAIN!
And this is the moment you will always remember.
This is when the end truly begins.
Consider this the answer to your endless pathetic attempts to get me on the line. Stop your fuggin cryin'.
Cuz now you've got somethin to live for.
Better yet.. now ya bitch ass got somethin worth dying for.
Every story has a beginning, and you have just concluded the prelude to a modern day epic. And as every story has the heroic figure, it shall too have the bad guy. But while is which and whom is whom? You can distort perception in any way that you choose and make your shit stank of roses. They will all claim that I am the bad guy. That I am the big bad the heroes must come together and enter the battlefield to try and stop.
KEYWORD: TRY!
But pay attention idiots. Listen to the words that "good" men like Damon Riggs endlessly spew. Whether it's in promo about their adversaries, or in general conversation with those which surround em. The ego is a bay glass window into a man's soul. It will reveal fortunes of truth to the one with enough logic to put aside the conventional wisdom of what they have been force fed their entire lives and the dark shroud which envelopes Damon Riggs will be reveled for what he truly fucking his.
HE WAS A BAD GUY..
I DON'T LIKE BAD GUYS..
I AM !!THE!! BAD GUY!
And one day you can be like me..
BREAK THE LAWZ OF SANITY!
Heh.
I'll see you when I decide to.
Mic drop.
Will the real G.O.A.T please stand up?
I repeat.
Will the REAL G.O.A.T please stand up?
So it begins.
Was it all just a dream? Or was it the crushing reality of events which have yet to unfold? Pretenders to a pedestal I was never SHOVED off from have come out the got damn cracks and crevices in ya boy's absence. The sinking ship sprung far too many leaks, and this filth had begun to overrun MY business. All that you see before you belongs to one man, truly, and his name ain't friggin Johnny Stylez.
It ain't Roger Wright.
IT DAMN SURE AIN'T NO DAMON FUCKING RIGGS.
All these lame ass motha fuggas keep running around with they got damn dicks out trying to piss and moan over superiority. Its fucking pathetic. Like any of these washed up robust fools know what being a Lord is. A mother fucking KING!?
BITCH PLEASE!
The problem is, I think all these motha fuggas forgot about me.
FORGOT ABOUT THE KING OF THE FELONY!?
So, I mean, after having to bare witness to the mockery of these peasants, I could just not take anymore. The children have been left uncheck for far too long.
DADDY'S HOME!
Come 'er ya little bitches, yano daddy gotta spank that ass. And that ass. Don't forget about that fat ass over there. Oh yes, and Ms. Swan, daddy's definitely gonna be comin for that sweet ass BITCH!
BLACK
AND
FUGGIN
BLUE!
Then everybody would have a reason to come back and look at you.
"But my Lord," you lame ass dude's will ask. "Why should we believe a flake like you?"
CAUSE ALL THE REAL MOTHA FUGGAS KNOW WHAT BRANDON MOORE FINNA FUCKIN DO!
Man, lemme just frickin tell y'all something. And this shit is the got damn truth. This business just ain't the fuggin same with out yours fuggin truly running a fucking muck and owning all you clowns. Shit just ain't right without the Lord King out here participating in some fucking anarchy. A lil bit of HaVoK blood here, maybe some Wolf blood flung way the fuck out over there. Ya boy finna be wearing that shit y'all. Bathing in the innards of these pestilent hags that have to run in a pack cuz they afraid of the boogey man pickin em off from the back.
AND THAT'S A FUCKING FACT!
Run and tell ya little weak ass friends you fucking twats. Y'all motha fuggas better get your cliqs up, surround yourself with a bunch of nobodies, and pray to your fuggin God. The true face of insanity returns, and not a single got damn thing can be done to prevent the brutality which is about to descend upon all of you. Your Lord is coming for your limbs, maybe a couple ribs, motha fugga y'all's intestines just might do.
IT'S GONNA BE A GOT DAMN BLOOD BATH!
Remember Ani, daddy's always hittin it from the back.
I do not give a shit who is who, what, where, when and how. I see a face, I smash a fucking face. Maybe even have you disappear without a trace. None would even miss a few of you, or most of you. I look around at this company, the roster, the staff, the unheralded garbage Johnny had accumulated, and I am fucking sickened. Where is the talent? Where is the mayhem?
WHERE ARE THE BAD MOTHA FUGGAS!?
All I fuggin see are a bunch of bitches phoning it in week in and week out, drifting on autopilot and collecting a motha fuggin check.
Heh.
Now you're all put in check.
Y'all think just because I didn't call out your name all personalized 'n shit that this shit ain't about you? Don't think just because you aren't important enough for me to name drop you that I ain't thinking about feasting on your weak ass mind, body, and spirit. Don't dare think for a single fuggin second I ain't salivating, foaming out the got damn mouth, just licking my chops at the sheer thought of causing you to become enslaved with the chains of my eternal suffering and misery. Just because you don't matter does not mean you don't deserve to loathe in your own cesspool of ignorance.
!! !NOT. A. GOT. DAMN. ONE. oF YOu sSuckaZz mEan A FUGGIN thANg!! !
! ! I RaISe HElL bITcH ! !
! ! MOtHa FUgGin HElL bITcH ! !
AND I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!
SILLY PLEASE, just get down on them lil ass knees and give daddy a little suck.
Yeah, YOU!
No..not..not you. You old saggy man tit havin ass. I'm talkin' to the only other motha fugga that could even try and claim GOAT status. But bruh, you tried so got damn hard to be like Brandon Moore the most. BUT YOU DIDN'T EVEN COME CLOSE! But, shhhhh, that's only a taste of what's coming to gape ya. Feed you your cake with a little bit of sodomy.
Ripping people off is just a minor offense, but when your stupid ass try, there is no point of mounting a defense.
Just because this is professional wrestling don't mean you ain't gonna die motha fugga. Though once I am through, your body may still live, your soul will be among the dearly departed. Your Lord King will own you, rendering each and every single piece of your ego as nothing more than a schizophrenic junkie's property.
AND THAT IS FUCKING PROPHECY!
It does not end with just YOU. I will be coming for your women, your men, and your children too. The personification of destruction has awakened, and flat out spoiled the future of that which is inevitable. Soon, your heroes will all line up to the sound of Gabriel's trumpet. A rallying war cry to signal the final fight between the fabled good and the always prevailing evil. Righteous men and women of the Syndicate being slain and maimed by a heretic who only grows stronger with each and every howl of the Wolf. But I'm not interested in only you. Coming soon, there's HaVoK being tamed like the house bitch he truly is, reminded of the good old days when he was nothing more than a warm up for the only TRUE LEGEND this business had ever chewed up and spit out. Like a fairy tale spoken from word of mouth passed on from generation to generation.
SAY SEVEN HAILMARYS CUZ I AM BACK AGAIN!
And this is the moment you will always remember.
This is when the end truly begins.
Consider this the answer to your endless pathetic attempts to get me on the line. Stop your fuggin cryin'.
Cuz now you've got somethin to live for.
Better yet.. now ya bitch ass got somethin worth dying for.
Every story has a beginning, and you have just concluded the prelude to a modern day epic. And as every story has the heroic figure, it shall too have the bad guy. But while is which and whom is whom? You can distort perception in any way that you choose and make your shit stank of roses. They will all claim that I am the bad guy. That I am the big bad the heroes must come together and enter the battlefield to try and stop.
KEYWORD: TRY!
But pay attention idiots. Listen to the words that "good" men like Damon Riggs endlessly spew. Whether it's in promo about their adversaries, or in general conversation with those which surround em. The ego is a bay glass window into a man's soul. It will reveal fortunes of truth to the one with enough logic to put aside the conventional wisdom of what they have been force fed their entire lives and the dark shroud which envelopes Damon Riggs will be reveled for what he truly fucking his.
HE WAS A BAD GUY..
I DON'T LIKE BAD GUYS..
I AM !!THE!! BAD GUY!
And one day you can be like me..
BREAK THE LAWZ OF SANITY!
Heh.
I'll see you when I decide to.
Mic drop.