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From the Heart, Through the Heart; RP vs. Nightmare
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Topic Started: Apr 29 2011, 02:00 AM (156 Views)
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Apr 29 2011, 02:00 AM
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There just isn't enough time in the day.
Heck with that, says I... There isn't enough time in the YEAR.
For the last couple months or so, I've been coming out and sweeping up one win after another, only to get looked down on and dissed on and pushed around and told I'd never amount to anything here.
I've even watched the General's latest promo and he seems to think, which I was unsure he could even do, that good ol' DF has been trying to make a name from myself on... how did he put it? ...His back?
I dunno, I quit paying attention after 'blah blah blah I have to cheat to win but should be deemed a legend'. Well how does it feel, poopypants? You lost because SOMEONE decided enough was enough and wasn't going to let you get away with what it is you do...
Push around anyone who weighs as much as one of your arms and no larger.
Well here it is, toughguy. I'm smaller. Just TRY pushing ME around again!
Think I wont see you coming? Dude, you stand out like Barack Obama at a KLAN RALLY! Yeah, all your AH-NOOD muscles don't pay off when you lumber your hefty behind down to the ring and try to blindside someone, so you gotta go toe to toe with me from now on.
Think I ain't watching my back? Of course I am. You hospitalized me TWICE now, and that isn't easy to get over!
Oh oh oh oh oh, ESPECIALLY since I challenged you to a one on one test of sportsmanship, and you LOST because you wanted to - excuse me, Little Faces - piss and moan like a seven year old that it wasn't your kind of match. Well, sweetcheeks, how much respect you think that brought you, hmm? Really, pumpkin, I'm asking, because APPARENTLY you want people all around the world to take you seriously.
Not to quote the Joker, but why so serious, first of all? Come on, man, we're professional wrestlers! Be a sport! Someone challenges you, and you wanna act like macho tough G.I. Joe, then you STEP UP and go toe to toe in a show of good sportsmanship, and hence PROVE yourself to the crowd out there!
You know how many Little Faces would have joined the General's Brigade if you had manned up?
You know how many guys who friggin' HATE you in the back would have been applauding you upon your return?
But you had to be the toughguy. So strong. So powerful!
You're pathetic.
No, you aren't pathetic, General...
You're TRAGIC! You are your own downfall, but while you look around and point fingers and accuse everyone of not respecting you enough, taking you serious enough, or being fair with you, you don't stop to look at yourself in the mirror despite all the mirrors they have plastered on the walls of gyms where TOUGHGUYS like you go to be TOUGH! You aught to try it, really. Get your eyes off the sack of another guy and take a good hard look at who you are, buster!
Then you'll MAYBE get the picture through that thick melon on top of your shoulders. MAYBE it will make sense. But I doubt it.
Now I am not making this blog post just on account of you, General. I have other matters I must attend to that are far more pressing than pointing out all the things screwed up in YOUR career.
I got other issues... Like... namely... having to go against Rawr-Shack from The Watchmen this week. No, I don't know how to spell his name and frankly---
I DON'T CARE.
All I know is that it's the word for the little cards with pictures of butterflies, rainbows, and shiny happy people holding hands that they show you in a wonderful establishment like Oakview. I had to look at them all the time and they are marvelous.
Anyway, the reason I make the connection, is because Nightmare seems to have more inner monologue than myself and the umpteen voices in my head. Seriously, does he have a frat party going on in his head or what?
I can TOTALLY get why they call him Nightmare, too. Honestly. Can you picture this guy at like 10pm, trying to be all responsible and lay down because he knows he needs to get up early? He's staring at the clock, right?
12 o clock.
1 o clock.
1:30...
Because that HAS to be QUITE the circus going on in his own head, right? Call out the clown music, get the giraffes and elephants, bring on the roller-coasters and strongman acts... HOLY DOG POO, this guy must have some wild nights! I figure the dude is called Nightmare because every time he lays down it's like being in one.
I heard somewhere that not enough sleep makes you hallucinate. Ever see this guy try to hold a conversation with someone? Sweet Baby Jesus an a Bucket of Chicken! I think the Titanic movie took a shorter time to end than one of his thoughts making it to actual dialogue! The dude is NUTS with a capital TESTICLE, and what's worse, I don't know which of us is in more dire need of a psychiatric evaluation and mental colonic!
He's got issues, what can I say?
But one could argue, so do I... Here is where I ask everyone to strap themselves in an upright and locked position.
This is from the Heart. Well... fingers, really, I guess, if you wanna be technical. Heck, it's beneath the mask for that matter. This is the real me here.
Yeah yeah yeah, breaking kayfabe, whatever. I don't care.
For anyone who has been following recently, it's been a trying time, not just for me, but for the country and world. Some good people I've met in Alabama thankfully escaped the horrid tornadoes that swept through there. Donald Trump is on TV making a mockery out of this country and everyone in it, making some, including me, almost EMBARRASSED to call myself an American. NOBODY gives a gosh darn about Darfur and their Nazi-like slaughter of innocents - At least - nobody who counts like all the good folks up in offices in the DC.
What else?
Just turn on the news. Japan is still all screwed up, people are starving, politicians are lying, the economy sucks, natural disasters are going on everywhere and this world suddenly over the course of a decade has just sunk into the seventh circle of Hades.
YES IT IS THAT BAD.
With all that, it already makes it hard to be the funny guy. The entertaining guy. The bringer of candy, the angel of giggles, saint stupidity, all that. It's HARD.
Which is why you haven't heard much from me lately. There isn't much to say, really. It's HARD - and this is coming from me - FRIGGIN' HARD to SMILE! I look at the TV or listen to the radio for 5 seconds - FIVE for those of you who don't do numbers - and it's just depressing. There is no joke for it. No remedy, no laughter being the best medicine, NOTHING.
I look at what is happening and I feel like... like...
like DAD, you know? I feel empty. It worries me too, because I can't remember the last time I was sad, or if I ever was. I am ALWAYS the guy who smiles, no matter what. I don't remember what sad is even though I know when someone IS sad, I don't know what it feels like, get me?
But here I am, just staring blankly at all this crap going on in the world, in my life, and suddenly I'm just empty. I'm not FROWNING... I'm just not SMILING... and that freaks me out, really.
I don't even wanna TALK about my personal issues. The whole mom and dad thing and my teacher, Yuurei, and how mad I made Jestina at me because she didn't get more than a phone call while I was away - I'll save that for another time or another post to you Little Faces reading this.
It isn't about me right now, it's about the World. I wish, I friggin' WISH, that there really was a such thing as a Spider-Man, or Silver Surfer, or The Avengers out there to take what is wrong with this planet and beat out the evil and make it better again...
...But we're those heroes, and collectively, not enough of us can put aside petty differences enough to take this planet on headfirst and say enough is enough! That's terrible. That is... unforgivable, really. How can we do this every single day? Let the very things killing our planet, OUR PLANET, go about untouched while we blast youtube videos or make fun of the Bieber kid.
Has this been the vegitative state our country has boiled down to?
We all know outsourcing is bad, because there aren't many jobs around here and I know people who are really struggling. Heck, folks in Alabama are going to be needing just that, right? Well then, why is it when I call the customer service lines of supposedly reputable companies, some dude answers the phone who sounds like Haji from Johnny Quest?!
Ohhhh and he says his name is "John" or "Jake" or "Dan" or something, ohhhh that gets me... That really boils my balls!
Why though?
Because not only are they OUTSOURCING, but they're even telling these dudes who work for - gosh, pennies really - they're telling them to disguise their native name so we get the ILLUSION we are speaking to someone who is fluent in English, when they obviously only know as much English as their scripts tell them.
THAT JUST SUCKS, DON'T IT!?
Yeah...
Yeah, it does.
But ya know what?
Heh.
Here I am. Herrrrrre I am.
Still got time to make a few people giggle. Still got that little bit left in me to talk about my match. Still got a little bit to address Cheaty McCheaterpants and his most recent promo. Still got it.
Still holding on.
Still got that little... slight... miniscule...
Smile.
/Face.
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