Post by kingquari on May 17, 2020 0:36:29 GMT -5
King of The Millennials
In the minds of all the doubters, King Quari defeating Tommy Kain was more far-fetched as George W. Bush not having anything to do with 9/11…
...Excuse me for shooting from the hip, so early.
The shocked faces all around the arena was certainly a sight to see, the younger generation was clueless, my generation of millennials didn’t believe Tommy Kain had just lost and the older generation were more shocked than anyone else. All the disgruntled faces in the crowd, none more appealing to me than the man inside the ring. Kain looked at the referee in disbelief, the look of the helpless. The world just witnessed the turning of a new tide. Kain was in utter dismay as to what had just transpired, he couldn’t believe he just lost...to a quote on quote “rookie”. There is no better feeling than catching someone in the element of surprise. The jaw droppings, the enlarged pupils, everything about this moment shines a huge light on my heart. Kain and I then locked eyes. I gave him a sly grin and you could see him mouth the word; motherf*. What I had said prior to this encounter, about Kain being the prey had come to fruition. I didn’t lie to him, or to whomever was listening. Kain is the paper #1 Contender to the OPW Southern Championship, he sought out to use this match against me as a tune-up, but ultimately turned into an embarrassment for him.
The seeds I plant are calculated. Well thought-out and precisely executed. The quote on quote #1 Contender has just been defeated at the hands of God’s Gift. Maybe now, these buffoons will pronounce my name correctly along with the emphasis that it very well deserves, I can only hope.
You’ve just been screwed Tommy Kain. How does it feel? Not so pleasant I’m assuming. I encourage you to seek revenge, go and obliterate that bitch for ever fucking the legend known as Tommy Kain. I could somehow, someway assist you in this endeavor free of charge of course, since we share common enemies, it would seem subtle. Or perhaps, you’ll seek myself, Johnny Stylez and Blair Buchanan and the rest of The Syndicate out once you find out that you were the prey all along. What on God's green Earth ever gave you the impression that you, Tommy Kain, in this scenario were ever the predator? You were supposedly sent on a mission, from Johnny Stylez to seek and conquer. You failed, just like you failed before. Amazingly this is a time of growth and development, especially for you Tommy Kain. You can rise once more Tommy, at the expense of Johnny Stylez and Blair Buchanan, but will you take me up on my offer is the million dollar question. I can play scenarios until I am blue in the face. What you’re up against Tommy is something that you’ll never understand. So you’ll envy it for the rest of your miserable career. I’m supposing your years of experience was all the edge you needed, right? That’s where you went wrong, you underestimated me, simply because you don’t understand me and you’ll never relate. So your experience, the blood sweat tears and whatever else you endured along your path was what gave me my edge over you. Rookie mishap on your part isn’t it Tommy, trusting Johnny Stylez the husband to the woman you’re looking to dethrone. Are you kidding me? What an imbecile.
Did you really think...you were supposed to thrive?
...You think LA wants to see you shine? You’re the guy that’s supposed to have that fairy tale ending story, but it will only be what you make it out to be Tommy. Unlike tonight, you’re in control of your futuristic decisions, make them wisely. Believe me when I say this; I am nor will I ever be a fan of Johnny Stylez. But, in order to run this billion dollar corporation, he must have at least one intelligent bone in his worthless body. He’s no fool, he’s not blind, he can see clearly what’s in front of him, and what’s in front of him is the future of professional wrestling. So he sent the last of a dying breed to teach me a lesson he didn’t have the intestinal fortitude to handle himself. While your time is pretty much run out Tommy, mine is just beginning. It’s never personal Tommy, not even with Johnny. Stylez even though the dude tased me and embarrassed me on live television. Now you’ve suffered the same fate, the only difference is I plan on doing something about it. It may now be tomorrow, hell it may not even be this year, but someday Johnny Stylez will get his.
My journey thus far in OPW, has been very unsettling, I could point the blame at everyone else but what good would that do me? Perhaps, I ran my mouth a little too much, and bit off more than I could chew. However, when it comes to King Quari, with every knockdown there is an equal retaliation of pure growth and development. The stages of the life we live are quite similar to the stagest of my life which is professional wrestling. I devoted my life to this sport, and I am passionate as can be about what I spend my time with. That’s why you’ll always see me training, new moves, reviewing film on old matches of some of the best professional wrestlers this world has ever seen, some I wish one day I can go toe to toe with. I review my matches, try and improve day by day until my craft is perfected. Being the only talked about professional wrestler, has always sat in the back of my mind, even after the early losses of my career. Legends are made from disappointments, Michael Jordan lost for many years before eventually winning 6 NBA Championships and no this is not an advertisement to go watch “The Last Dance”. I spend hours on hours training, running, lifting weights doing what I need to do to put myself in the best position to succeed. When you know you’re good at something, you take pride in it, just like how Blair takes pride in her blowjobs she seems to give to only the top stars in the company. She won’t be willing after I take away her Southern Championship in due time.
As I made my way back through the curtain, standing there to congratulate me on my first professional win, were my mother Denise, my sister Symone and my closest friend Nic, and holding my 7th month old son, the mother of my child Arianna.
I hugged my mom first, she gave me a kiss on the cheek. I was her baby, and at some point in my life I was a major mommas boy, still am to this day to some degree.
She sacrificed a lot for me, she put up with my troubled ways growing up as a teenager in the streets of Charlotte and Atlanta respectively where I spent most of my younger days. Even though I was always defiant in the face of authority; teachers, officers, even supervisors at work, I always showed my mother the utmost respect. Not only because she was a woman, and my mother, but because of what she went through with my piece of shit father who is incarcerated for murder.
My mom always said…
“I see so much of your father in you Quari.” She said with tears coming to her eyes.
That always seemed to irritate me, he told me that was bullshit. Yeah we may share the same features, but I’m nothing like him, I’m more of a man he will ever dream of being, and I hope his ass rots in that cell for the rest of his life.
She saw my face and demeanor change after mentioning my father, and so did my older sister Symone. This was my moment, and I refuse to let him take this away from me.
“Is that suppose to be a good thing mother?” I replied, giving my sister a hug and making the moment awkward.
She remained silent, knowing and understanding my father was not a topic I was willing to discuss, especially after a huge win like this one.
I gave my sister a hug, she is also a huge supporter of my craft, she handles her own thing, runs her own business dealing with cosmetics and things of that nature. Does her own little YouTube channel, talking about nothing but nonsense but I support what she does no matter how ridiculous it is, and I’m sure the feeling is mutual.
Me and my bestfriend Nic did our handshake that we made up when we were 14 years old as young members of the street gang the Black Disciples. While I distanced myself from the gang as I got older, mainly due to my cousin being killed in a drive by shooting, Nic still hangs around the “BD’s”. We often refer to each other as “folk” which is a larger organization consisting of other gangs known as Folk Nation. The longer you associate yourself with this, the deeper it gets, the more hurt you see, the pain of mothers losing their child either male or female, and kids growing up father or motherless, it is certainly the ultimate price you pay.
That's when I grabbed my 7th month old son from my ex-girlfriend Arianna. She had agreed to bring him to the show only on one condition; and she’s a bitter female so you know it has something to do with money.
“Where’s the money at Quari?” Arianna said in an agitated voice. She was Latin American mixed with Caucasian. I’ve always had a thing for the Hispanics, and the white women love me even to this day. So it made sense to find a little shorty who matched that. I just didn’t know the bitch was crazy as fuck.
I rolled my eyes, Nic jumped to my aid because he knows better than anyone how I get around this hoe.
“Relax Arianna, geez the man just competed. Cut him some slack, and why are you making shit awkward with mom dukes and sis around. You telling me this can’t be talked about elsewhere?”
“No, because I need to get back to Atlanta. Will needs new clothes he’s growing out of the three to six months that he has. I’m not sure what’s the problem, he’s a big superstar now, he should have the money.”
“You’ll get your money.” I said calmly. “There’s a reason I left your ass in Atlanta, you have zero respect for my or my family.”
“Look, let's not make this into a negative situation. My mom intervened, she keeps in touch with Arianna more than anyone from my family. My sister hates her guts, and Nic is just being cordial. My mother on the other hand always gives people chances, and that’s the one thing I refuse to inherit from her. You’ll get one time to screw me over, after that it’s pretty much war with me.
The most exciting part of being a professional wrestler, is enjoying the ride with my loved ones. However, there are also downsides to this profession, being on the road constantly away from them. Seeing my sons face for the first time in quite some time gave me extra energy, more well needed motivation to continue doing what I am doing. I may very well be a piece of shit that no woman in their right minds should ever spend more than a 30 minute interval on, but one thing I’ve always taken great pride in was being a dad.
I kissed my son on the cheek. He resembled me in so many ways, his long eyelashes, the dimples on his cheeks. He had this weird thing where he grabbed a handful of my hair and tugs it like he is trying to rip it out from my scalp.
Arianna continues to name off the things my son needs, stuff she bitched about yesterday and stuff I already have covered for him. So I begin to zone out…
...In a distance I could hear some shouting going on, I turned my head to see it was none other than the OPW Southern Champion Blair Buchanan, of course she was bitching about something, since everything in the world of Blair Buchanan is perfect and ideal.
I hand my son back to Arianna, and make my way over to Blair Buchanan and her assistant who look shaken as can be.
“Is that the way you speak to your employees?” I said softly. Blair turns around and notices it is me and a look of utter disgust comes across her face.
Blair was about to say something but I cut her off. “I hope you know, that I didn’t need your help out there. I got it covered. But of course I appreciate you showing your face in MY match.”
“Oh you’re so very welcome. And you did need my help, without my slight bit of distraction, you were on your way to losing...again...so you’re welcome...again.” Blair replied.
I snickered. “You know one day, you and your husband are going to regret the day you ever fucked with me. I’m thinking when I take that championship away from you, and make it stand for something other than a prop you use.”
Blair begins to smirk, and it was actually a cute smirk. I just wanted to stick my dick in her mouth honestly, but she is the enemy, but she looked and smelled soooo good, but she’s a bitch, can you tell than I’m torn.
“When that day comes...I’ll be waiting for the challenge. Maybe you haven’t realized by now, but my husband and I run this place, and we’re just allowing you to stay in it, until you piss us all the way off then all bets are off and you’ll be exterminated to the fullest extent, understand me?”
“Is that so? Why don’t you put that Southern Championship on the line against me next week, since you’re so willing to defend it.” I proposed.
“...And who the fuck is this bitch?!?” Arianna shouted loud enough for everyone in the vicinity to stop what they were doing.
And...here...we...go…
Blair with her women intuition could tell where this was going, she snapped her fingers and walked in the opposite direction as Arianna began to approach them.
She is an embarrassing individual, who doesn’t have a drop of sense in her body. I just shook my head and grabbed her by the waist to calm her down. She was nothing but 5’2 and maybe 135 pounds, she still had a fat ass that of course I had to grab. She’s getting fucked tonight.
***End***
I never knew what the definition of Apathy was until now, is that bad?
It says here, lack of interest, enthusiasm, and concern.
Very fitting.
I have no interest whatsoever in discussing you Apathy, why waste my breath on an individual of your standards?
I’m sure at one point or another in your career, you were enthusiastic, the most talked about female wrestler and not because you resemble an Ogre but because your wrestling skills were up to par.
All I’ve seen thus far are lackluster mic skills, and even more lackluster in ring skills. You can’t defeat me, not even in your wildest dreams.
Onto something more enthusiastic and something I’m more than interested in and that’s the Pureblood Championship Rumble match that I will be competing in and will win.
The name PureBlood fits me more than any other wrestler in this promotion. I’m pure, unadulterated and ready to take this damn company by storm just a matter of weeks.
I was once a laughingstock, my name couldn’t be pronounced correctly by anyone; my opponents, the announcers, the commentators, even my dumbass bosses. But all that will change very soon, the age of the ageless begins, and this will be a ride you’ll all want to be a part of.
You cannot stop destiny, you can only hope to contain it.
In the minds of all the doubters, King Quari defeating Tommy Kain was more far-fetched as George W. Bush not having anything to do with 9/11…
...Excuse me for shooting from the hip, so early.
The shocked faces all around the arena was certainly a sight to see, the younger generation was clueless, my generation of millennials didn’t believe Tommy Kain had just lost and the older generation were more shocked than anyone else. All the disgruntled faces in the crowd, none more appealing to me than the man inside the ring. Kain looked at the referee in disbelief, the look of the helpless. The world just witnessed the turning of a new tide. Kain was in utter dismay as to what had just transpired, he couldn’t believe he just lost...to a quote on quote “rookie”. There is no better feeling than catching someone in the element of surprise. The jaw droppings, the enlarged pupils, everything about this moment shines a huge light on my heart. Kain and I then locked eyes. I gave him a sly grin and you could see him mouth the word; motherf*. What I had said prior to this encounter, about Kain being the prey had come to fruition. I didn’t lie to him, or to whomever was listening. Kain is the paper #1 Contender to the OPW Southern Championship, he sought out to use this match against me as a tune-up, but ultimately turned into an embarrassment for him.
The seeds I plant are calculated. Well thought-out and precisely executed. The quote on quote #1 Contender has just been defeated at the hands of God’s Gift. Maybe now, these buffoons will pronounce my name correctly along with the emphasis that it very well deserves, I can only hope.
You’ve just been screwed Tommy Kain. How does it feel? Not so pleasant I’m assuming. I encourage you to seek revenge, go and obliterate that bitch for ever fucking the legend known as Tommy Kain. I could somehow, someway assist you in this endeavor free of charge of course, since we share common enemies, it would seem subtle. Or perhaps, you’ll seek myself, Johnny Stylez and Blair Buchanan and the rest of The Syndicate out once you find out that you were the prey all along. What on God's green Earth ever gave you the impression that you, Tommy Kain, in this scenario were ever the predator? You were supposedly sent on a mission, from Johnny Stylez to seek and conquer. You failed, just like you failed before. Amazingly this is a time of growth and development, especially for you Tommy Kain. You can rise once more Tommy, at the expense of Johnny Stylez and Blair Buchanan, but will you take me up on my offer is the million dollar question. I can play scenarios until I am blue in the face. What you’re up against Tommy is something that you’ll never understand. So you’ll envy it for the rest of your miserable career. I’m supposing your years of experience was all the edge you needed, right? That’s where you went wrong, you underestimated me, simply because you don’t understand me and you’ll never relate. So your experience, the blood sweat tears and whatever else you endured along your path was what gave me my edge over you. Rookie mishap on your part isn’t it Tommy, trusting Johnny Stylez the husband to the woman you’re looking to dethrone. Are you kidding me? What an imbecile.
Did you really think...you were supposed to thrive?
...You think LA wants to see you shine? You’re the guy that’s supposed to have that fairy tale ending story, but it will only be what you make it out to be Tommy. Unlike tonight, you’re in control of your futuristic decisions, make them wisely. Believe me when I say this; I am nor will I ever be a fan of Johnny Stylez. But, in order to run this billion dollar corporation, he must have at least one intelligent bone in his worthless body. He’s no fool, he’s not blind, he can see clearly what’s in front of him, and what’s in front of him is the future of professional wrestling. So he sent the last of a dying breed to teach me a lesson he didn’t have the intestinal fortitude to handle himself. While your time is pretty much run out Tommy, mine is just beginning. It’s never personal Tommy, not even with Johnny. Stylez even though the dude tased me and embarrassed me on live television. Now you’ve suffered the same fate, the only difference is I plan on doing something about it. It may now be tomorrow, hell it may not even be this year, but someday Johnny Stylez will get his.
My journey thus far in OPW, has been very unsettling, I could point the blame at everyone else but what good would that do me? Perhaps, I ran my mouth a little too much, and bit off more than I could chew. However, when it comes to King Quari, with every knockdown there is an equal retaliation of pure growth and development. The stages of the life we live are quite similar to the stagest of my life which is professional wrestling. I devoted my life to this sport, and I am passionate as can be about what I spend my time with. That’s why you’ll always see me training, new moves, reviewing film on old matches of some of the best professional wrestlers this world has ever seen, some I wish one day I can go toe to toe with. I review my matches, try and improve day by day until my craft is perfected. Being the only talked about professional wrestler, has always sat in the back of my mind, even after the early losses of my career. Legends are made from disappointments, Michael Jordan lost for many years before eventually winning 6 NBA Championships and no this is not an advertisement to go watch “The Last Dance”. I spend hours on hours training, running, lifting weights doing what I need to do to put myself in the best position to succeed. When you know you’re good at something, you take pride in it, just like how Blair takes pride in her blowjobs she seems to give to only the top stars in the company. She won’t be willing after I take away her Southern Championship in due time.
As I made my way back through the curtain, standing there to congratulate me on my first professional win, were my mother Denise, my sister Symone and my closest friend Nic, and holding my 7th month old son, the mother of my child Arianna.
I hugged my mom first, she gave me a kiss on the cheek. I was her baby, and at some point in my life I was a major mommas boy, still am to this day to some degree.
She sacrificed a lot for me, she put up with my troubled ways growing up as a teenager in the streets of Charlotte and Atlanta respectively where I spent most of my younger days. Even though I was always defiant in the face of authority; teachers, officers, even supervisors at work, I always showed my mother the utmost respect. Not only because she was a woman, and my mother, but because of what she went through with my piece of shit father who is incarcerated for murder.
My mom always said…
“I see so much of your father in you Quari.” She said with tears coming to her eyes.
That always seemed to irritate me, he told me that was bullshit. Yeah we may share the same features, but I’m nothing like him, I’m more of a man he will ever dream of being, and I hope his ass rots in that cell for the rest of his life.
She saw my face and demeanor change after mentioning my father, and so did my older sister Symone. This was my moment, and I refuse to let him take this away from me.
“Is that suppose to be a good thing mother?” I replied, giving my sister a hug and making the moment awkward.
She remained silent, knowing and understanding my father was not a topic I was willing to discuss, especially after a huge win like this one.
I gave my sister a hug, she is also a huge supporter of my craft, she handles her own thing, runs her own business dealing with cosmetics and things of that nature. Does her own little YouTube channel, talking about nothing but nonsense but I support what she does no matter how ridiculous it is, and I’m sure the feeling is mutual.
Me and my bestfriend Nic did our handshake that we made up when we were 14 years old as young members of the street gang the Black Disciples. While I distanced myself from the gang as I got older, mainly due to my cousin being killed in a drive by shooting, Nic still hangs around the “BD’s”. We often refer to each other as “folk” which is a larger organization consisting of other gangs known as Folk Nation. The longer you associate yourself with this, the deeper it gets, the more hurt you see, the pain of mothers losing their child either male or female, and kids growing up father or motherless, it is certainly the ultimate price you pay.
That's when I grabbed my 7th month old son from my ex-girlfriend Arianna. She had agreed to bring him to the show only on one condition; and she’s a bitter female so you know it has something to do with money.
“Where’s the money at Quari?” Arianna said in an agitated voice. She was Latin American mixed with Caucasian. I’ve always had a thing for the Hispanics, and the white women love me even to this day. So it made sense to find a little shorty who matched that. I just didn’t know the bitch was crazy as fuck.
I rolled my eyes, Nic jumped to my aid because he knows better than anyone how I get around this hoe.
“Relax Arianna, geez the man just competed. Cut him some slack, and why are you making shit awkward with mom dukes and sis around. You telling me this can’t be talked about elsewhere?”
“No, because I need to get back to Atlanta. Will needs new clothes he’s growing out of the three to six months that he has. I’m not sure what’s the problem, he’s a big superstar now, he should have the money.”
“You’ll get your money.” I said calmly. “There’s a reason I left your ass in Atlanta, you have zero respect for my or my family.”
“Look, let's not make this into a negative situation. My mom intervened, she keeps in touch with Arianna more than anyone from my family. My sister hates her guts, and Nic is just being cordial. My mother on the other hand always gives people chances, and that’s the one thing I refuse to inherit from her. You’ll get one time to screw me over, after that it’s pretty much war with me.
The most exciting part of being a professional wrestler, is enjoying the ride with my loved ones. However, there are also downsides to this profession, being on the road constantly away from them. Seeing my sons face for the first time in quite some time gave me extra energy, more well needed motivation to continue doing what I am doing. I may very well be a piece of shit that no woman in their right minds should ever spend more than a 30 minute interval on, but one thing I’ve always taken great pride in was being a dad.
I kissed my son on the cheek. He resembled me in so many ways, his long eyelashes, the dimples on his cheeks. He had this weird thing where he grabbed a handful of my hair and tugs it like he is trying to rip it out from my scalp.
Arianna continues to name off the things my son needs, stuff she bitched about yesterday and stuff I already have covered for him. So I begin to zone out…
...In a distance I could hear some shouting going on, I turned my head to see it was none other than the OPW Southern Champion Blair Buchanan, of course she was bitching about something, since everything in the world of Blair Buchanan is perfect and ideal.
I hand my son back to Arianna, and make my way over to Blair Buchanan and her assistant who look shaken as can be.
“Is that the way you speak to your employees?” I said softly. Blair turns around and notices it is me and a look of utter disgust comes across her face.
Blair was about to say something but I cut her off. “I hope you know, that I didn’t need your help out there. I got it covered. But of course I appreciate you showing your face in MY match.”
“Oh you’re so very welcome. And you did need my help, without my slight bit of distraction, you were on your way to losing...again...so you’re welcome...again.” Blair replied.
I snickered. “You know one day, you and your husband are going to regret the day you ever fucked with me. I’m thinking when I take that championship away from you, and make it stand for something other than a prop you use.”
Blair begins to smirk, and it was actually a cute smirk. I just wanted to stick my dick in her mouth honestly, but she is the enemy, but she looked and smelled soooo good, but she’s a bitch, can you tell than I’m torn.
“When that day comes...I’ll be waiting for the challenge. Maybe you haven’t realized by now, but my husband and I run this place, and we’re just allowing you to stay in it, until you piss us all the way off then all bets are off and you’ll be exterminated to the fullest extent, understand me?”
“Is that so? Why don’t you put that Southern Championship on the line against me next week, since you’re so willing to defend it.” I proposed.
“...And who the fuck is this bitch?!?” Arianna shouted loud enough for everyone in the vicinity to stop what they were doing.
And...here...we...go…
Blair with her women intuition could tell where this was going, she snapped her fingers and walked in the opposite direction as Arianna began to approach them.
She is an embarrassing individual, who doesn’t have a drop of sense in her body. I just shook my head and grabbed her by the waist to calm her down. She was nothing but 5’2 and maybe 135 pounds, she still had a fat ass that of course I had to grab. She’s getting fucked tonight.
***End***
I never knew what the definition of Apathy was until now, is that bad?
It says here, lack of interest, enthusiasm, and concern.
Very fitting.
I have no interest whatsoever in discussing you Apathy, why waste my breath on an individual of your standards?
I’m sure at one point or another in your career, you were enthusiastic, the most talked about female wrestler and not because you resemble an Ogre but because your wrestling skills were up to par.
All I’ve seen thus far are lackluster mic skills, and even more lackluster in ring skills. You can’t defeat me, not even in your wildest dreams.
Onto something more enthusiastic and something I’m more than interested in and that’s the Pureblood Championship Rumble match that I will be competing in and will win.
The name PureBlood fits me more than any other wrestler in this promotion. I’m pure, unadulterated and ready to take this damn company by storm just a matter of weeks.
I was once a laughingstock, my name couldn’t be pronounced correctly by anyone; my opponents, the announcers, the commentators, even my dumbass bosses. But all that will change very soon, the age of the ageless begins, and this will be a ride you’ll all want to be a part of.
You cannot stop destiny, you can only hope to contain it.