Post by huntertheantichrist on Jun 12, 2022 14:57:27 GMT -5
The problem with the OPW is that everything is always so fucked up. It seems like every decision made by that moron is always the wrong one. Now is the time for action against this happy horse shit. Maybe saying the things that are going to be said is going to cause an issue. People who are fucking full of shit tend to have an issue with the truth.
The truth is that this company has been mismanaged from the very start. The blue haired fuck decided to make the company all about him and not about the talent that is had at one time. Of course, that talent all told him to go fuck himself and he is left with this. A bunch of idiots who couldn't wrestle their untalented ass out of a paper fucking bag. Maybe that was his plan from the start so he could put the spotlight on himself as per fucking usual
The OPW has one shot and one shot only. Hunter Valentyne is the only piece of talent his punk ass has. The history of the man is that as long as The Myth Killer is with a company they are relevant. Once he has had enough of the bullshit and leaves the company folds. This has been the case for the last 20 years. People can cry their little pussy eyes out and say that isn't the case but the truth tells a different story.
We will not go through the history because it is time for shit that happened 20 years ago to be just that...HISTORY!!!! We need to discuss the current events and the bullshit that blue haired fuck pulled while he predictably failed to be a wrestling company owner. The smart people knew that this shit would fail. Hunter Valentyne was one of those people.
Seeing as your boy is in an X-Core title match, it is time to tell the world exactly what that useless fuck did to this title and to this division. Let us go back in time for a minute before we focus on my untalented opponents for the X-Core title this week in New York. Hopefully my over matched opponents pay attention to history so that they don't repeat the same mistakes I made two fucking years ago.
Hunter Valentyne was not a part of the Johnny Stylez kiss ass club and never fucking will be. It was shown to me what this shit stain had in mind. I took a shovel to his fucking face and enjoyed every minute of it. I smacked that stupid bitch he was enthralled with. I made my fucking statement. How did that stupid fuck respond to it? Did he step to me like a man should? Fuck no he didn't because that would take a set of nuts. He decided to set up a damned gauntlet for me to run because he is and always has been a fucking pussy.
It was decided that my punishment for my act of defiance was to be placed in the X-Core division. He actually thought that someone was better than me at X-Core matches. Fucking seriously? I was put in a four way match and beat the piss out of everyone to become the first ever OPW X-Core champion. I walked out of that bitch with the fucking belt and his stupid ass couldn't do a fucking thing about it.
He decided to give Captain Uncreative a shot at my title. Somehow he was convinced that he was better than the division we created. The little second class jobber lucked the fuck out and won. I tried to listen to his promo but I fell the fuck asleep because it was more boring than a Morbid Wolf best matches YouTube video.
Somehow the powers that be decided it was a good idea to rename the X-Core Title the Purity title in the dumbest idea since an Apathy main event push. Let this be a reminder to the people who think winning this belt is a good fucking idea. Let's recap this crap. The X-Core division was a punishment and they raped the value of the title by letting Snoring Scotty Adams rename it to the purity title in the worst and most uncreative idea since giving your own wife a title.
"Mister Valentyne, this way please."
Apparently there are some hoops to jump through before I am reinstated to the OPW roster. The truth is that no one knows what exactly my deal is or my reason for even accepting the invitation to compete in a division the company doesn't give a shit about.
"Mister Valentyne could you take a seat on that table right there and the Doctor will be with you in a minute. It has been requested that you pass a physical before you are given the okay to compete in any physical activity. You will not be given your release unless we give it to you."
The woman is highly attractive with long blonde hair and a tight uniform. This bitch better be careful because if that dipshit saw her, he would give her a title belt. We all know the history of running his company with his dick.
The wait was about five minutes, which is not too bad for a doctor. Knowing OPW management like I do, I highly doubt the is a reputable doctor. They probably found some quack to make my life difficult. Little do they know, their lives are the ones that are about to be highly fucking difficult. The doctor walking in the office and I about shit myself laughing. i knew this little bitch was cheap but know I know just how cheap he fucking is.
The little dude walked in the a stethoscope around his neck. HE was very short, i mean really fucking short. He had to be three feet tall. He had bright blue hair and talked like a fucking idiot. Gee, I wonder who the fuck this reminds me of.
"Mister Valentyne, my name is Doctor Russo. You may call me Little Johnny Russo. We are here to make sure you are physically able to compete for the Outlaw Professional wrestling show in New York. The New York Athletic Commission requires a physical in able to be cleared to compete."
How in the fuck am I supposed to take this little fuck seriously? If this is the game that little bitch wants to play then I guess I will play along. I just want to punch him in the face. The Mini Doctor asks me about prior injuries.
"How long do you got, bitch? I have fully rebuilt shoulder, several ACL and MCL injuries, neck fusions, Ankle surgeries, concussions, you name it I have had it. I brought my own medical file just for you Doc. Nothing has been left out. The truth is that this industry has left me with a few body parts left inside of wrestling rings."
The Doctor looks at the file and wrinkles his little brow. He seems a bit concerned about my medical history and the surgeries it took to put me back together. He looks at me and then at his assistant who looks like someone i used to know.
"Mister Valentyne, I am very concerned about your well being and why you wish to compete in this match with people far younger and in better shape. I am not sure what chance you have of beating Necra Octavian Kane or Eion O'Rourke. YOu could be seriously injured in that match. You left that company two years ago and now you think at your age and injury history you can reclaim your past glory. Why are you even trying this?"
"You think I sweat those two? They have no idea of what I am capable of when I am motivated to cause chaos. I am the fucking King of X-Core and have been for fifteen years. I am going to remind that blue haired bitch exactly who the fuck I am in case he forgot. Those two idiots better make a pact to take me out and even then they have no shot. I was beating the piss out of people when they were still in short pants. Everyone is going to realize that legends are legends for a fucking reason. They better strap their shit up and be ready for the fight of their life because that is exactly what the fuck is coming."
"You seem to have a problem with OPW management. What is exactly the problem. I love what they did back in the day."
"The problem is that the X-Core division was disrespected and so was that fucking belt. The problem is that the X-Core division was treated as a punishment. The X-Core belt was turned into the fucking Purity Championship in the worst decision in the history of decisions. I have put way too much into that belt to let that blue haired fuck destroy it with some tired ass bullshit. I am taking that shit back and putting some respect back on that shit. Yeah I left two years ago and now I am back to put things right. If it means fighting that piece of shit then that is exactly what I will do. If it means walking through his dick riders then that's whats going to happen."
"Do you really think you can still do what you did 10 years ago? I am going to clear you to wrestle but I do not feel good about it."
"Who knows more about pain than I do? Both making people feel pain and experiencing it? These kids are going to learn what being the King of X-Core is all about. I know how far I am willing to go to restore the respect to that fucking title. Is Kane going to do the same? Is O'Rourke going to do the same thing? What are they going to do when that first chair hits their skull? What are they going to do when I drop them on their head? We all know for a fact what I will do. I will pick my old ass up and beat the fucking shit out of them. They have no idea what is in store for them. I have nothing left to prove but plenty left to accomplish."
The Doctor signed the paper and my old ass walked out of the office with it. Little does anyone know what is in store for them in New York. Blue Boy has no idea what is coming. Kane and O'Rourke have no idea what torture is coming for them. The fans have no idea the violence that is soon to come. It is very appropriate that we are going to the Hammerstein Ballroom.
"I am going to Hammer you bitches all night long. Let's Dance assholes!
The truth is that this company has been mismanaged from the very start. The blue haired fuck decided to make the company all about him and not about the talent that is had at one time. Of course, that talent all told him to go fuck himself and he is left with this. A bunch of idiots who couldn't wrestle their untalented ass out of a paper fucking bag. Maybe that was his plan from the start so he could put the spotlight on himself as per fucking usual
The OPW has one shot and one shot only. Hunter Valentyne is the only piece of talent his punk ass has. The history of the man is that as long as The Myth Killer is with a company they are relevant. Once he has had enough of the bullshit and leaves the company folds. This has been the case for the last 20 years. People can cry their little pussy eyes out and say that isn't the case but the truth tells a different story.
We will not go through the history because it is time for shit that happened 20 years ago to be just that...HISTORY!!!! We need to discuss the current events and the bullshit that blue haired fuck pulled while he predictably failed to be a wrestling company owner. The smart people knew that this shit would fail. Hunter Valentyne was one of those people.
Seeing as your boy is in an X-Core title match, it is time to tell the world exactly what that useless fuck did to this title and to this division. Let us go back in time for a minute before we focus on my untalented opponents for the X-Core title this week in New York. Hopefully my over matched opponents pay attention to history so that they don't repeat the same mistakes I made two fucking years ago.
Hunter Valentyne was not a part of the Johnny Stylez kiss ass club and never fucking will be. It was shown to me what this shit stain had in mind. I took a shovel to his fucking face and enjoyed every minute of it. I smacked that stupid bitch he was enthralled with. I made my fucking statement. How did that stupid fuck respond to it? Did he step to me like a man should? Fuck no he didn't because that would take a set of nuts. He decided to set up a damned gauntlet for me to run because he is and always has been a fucking pussy.
It was decided that my punishment for my act of defiance was to be placed in the X-Core division. He actually thought that someone was better than me at X-Core matches. Fucking seriously? I was put in a four way match and beat the piss out of everyone to become the first ever OPW X-Core champion. I walked out of that bitch with the fucking belt and his stupid ass couldn't do a fucking thing about it.
He decided to give Captain Uncreative a shot at my title. Somehow he was convinced that he was better than the division we created. The little second class jobber lucked the fuck out and won. I tried to listen to his promo but I fell the fuck asleep because it was more boring than a Morbid Wolf best matches YouTube video.
Somehow the powers that be decided it was a good idea to rename the X-Core Title the Purity title in the dumbest idea since an Apathy main event push. Let this be a reminder to the people who think winning this belt is a good fucking idea. Let's recap this crap. The X-Core division was a punishment and they raped the value of the title by letting Snoring Scotty Adams rename it to the purity title in the worst and most uncreative idea since giving your own wife a title.
"Mister Valentyne, this way please."
Apparently there are some hoops to jump through before I am reinstated to the OPW roster. The truth is that no one knows what exactly my deal is or my reason for even accepting the invitation to compete in a division the company doesn't give a shit about.
"Mister Valentyne could you take a seat on that table right there and the Doctor will be with you in a minute. It has been requested that you pass a physical before you are given the okay to compete in any physical activity. You will not be given your release unless we give it to you."
The woman is highly attractive with long blonde hair and a tight uniform. This bitch better be careful because if that dipshit saw her, he would give her a title belt. We all know the history of running his company with his dick.
The wait was about five minutes, which is not too bad for a doctor. Knowing OPW management like I do, I highly doubt the is a reputable doctor. They probably found some quack to make my life difficult. Little do they know, their lives are the ones that are about to be highly fucking difficult. The doctor walking in the office and I about shit myself laughing. i knew this little bitch was cheap but know I know just how cheap he fucking is.
The little dude walked in the a stethoscope around his neck. HE was very short, i mean really fucking short. He had to be three feet tall. He had bright blue hair and talked like a fucking idiot. Gee, I wonder who the fuck this reminds me of.
"Mister Valentyne, my name is Doctor Russo. You may call me Little Johnny Russo. We are here to make sure you are physically able to compete for the Outlaw Professional wrestling show in New York. The New York Athletic Commission requires a physical in able to be cleared to compete."
How in the fuck am I supposed to take this little fuck seriously? If this is the game that little bitch wants to play then I guess I will play along. I just want to punch him in the face. The Mini Doctor asks me about prior injuries.
"How long do you got, bitch? I have fully rebuilt shoulder, several ACL and MCL injuries, neck fusions, Ankle surgeries, concussions, you name it I have had it. I brought my own medical file just for you Doc. Nothing has been left out. The truth is that this industry has left me with a few body parts left inside of wrestling rings."
The Doctor looks at the file and wrinkles his little brow. He seems a bit concerned about my medical history and the surgeries it took to put me back together. He looks at me and then at his assistant who looks like someone i used to know.
"Mister Valentyne, I am very concerned about your well being and why you wish to compete in this match with people far younger and in better shape. I am not sure what chance you have of beating Necra Octavian Kane or Eion O'Rourke. YOu could be seriously injured in that match. You left that company two years ago and now you think at your age and injury history you can reclaim your past glory. Why are you even trying this?"
"You think I sweat those two? They have no idea of what I am capable of when I am motivated to cause chaos. I am the fucking King of X-Core and have been for fifteen years. I am going to remind that blue haired bitch exactly who the fuck I am in case he forgot. Those two idiots better make a pact to take me out and even then they have no shot. I was beating the piss out of people when they were still in short pants. Everyone is going to realize that legends are legends for a fucking reason. They better strap their shit up and be ready for the fight of their life because that is exactly what the fuck is coming."
"You seem to have a problem with OPW management. What is exactly the problem. I love what they did back in the day."
"The problem is that the X-Core division was disrespected and so was that fucking belt. The problem is that the X-Core division was treated as a punishment. The X-Core belt was turned into the fucking Purity Championship in the worst decision in the history of decisions. I have put way too much into that belt to let that blue haired fuck destroy it with some tired ass bullshit. I am taking that shit back and putting some respect back on that shit. Yeah I left two years ago and now I am back to put things right. If it means fighting that piece of shit then that is exactly what I will do. If it means walking through his dick riders then that's whats going to happen."
"Do you really think you can still do what you did 10 years ago? I am going to clear you to wrestle but I do not feel good about it."
"Who knows more about pain than I do? Both making people feel pain and experiencing it? These kids are going to learn what being the King of X-Core is all about. I know how far I am willing to go to restore the respect to that fucking title. Is Kane going to do the same? Is O'Rourke going to do the same thing? What are they going to do when that first chair hits their skull? What are they going to do when I drop them on their head? We all know for a fact what I will do. I will pick my old ass up and beat the fucking shit out of them. They have no idea what is in store for them. I have nothing left to prove but plenty left to accomplish."
The Doctor signed the paper and my old ass walked out of the office with it. Little does anyone know what is in store for them in New York. Blue Boy has no idea what is coming. Kane and O'Rourke have no idea what torture is coming for them. The fans have no idea the violence that is soon to come. It is very appropriate that we are going to the Hammerstein Ballroom.
"I am going to Hammer you bitches all night long. Let's Dance assholes!