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No Love:The Conspiracy Theory; Witness The Dream Killer's Birth...
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Topic Started: Jan 5 2012, 03:34 AM (188 Views)
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Trevor Hyatt
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Jan 5 2012, 03:34 AM
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We call our country home of the brave and land of the free, but it's not. We give a false portrayal of freedom. We're not free - if we were, we'd allow people their freedom.~Jesse Ventura
I’ve been treated like nothing but an egotistical monarch ever since coming into New Era wrestling and that’s okay as I never expected to be anyone’s favorite. But they have to respect my work ethic and ability to have them on their toes. What about the dead weight you see in the ring currently around this place while I’m giving my all they’re bullshitting. So look beyond my life of greatness for a second and make an honest conclusion. If I never graced you with my presence who would of saved this company from being nothing but a travesty. I’m the only man worthy of being in that category to be honest my friends. Looking around my hotel suite a few hours after The Secret Santa Show there’s nothing on my mind but hatred. Hatred towards the motherfuckers who thought I was going to be another quick entry in the history of this business. I’m going to be here forever whether they like it or not. I am a necessity in order to draw millions upon millions.
Simply I’m the best better than all the rest. Tina Turner lyrics aside RAW & Love think they deserve all the glory. My star power alone gave Team RAW a boost to pull off the great victory indeed. Whoever thinks otherwise are doing nothing but brownnosing the place like a cesspool of bacteria. Those people come to see a bunch of men fight for a purpose not some men bickering over who’s the father of a filthy whore. Wrestling once had a great quality about it but like most companies the NEW image has all but entered into a dark dimension. Doc Holiday who was born Desmond a while ago declared me as nothing but a copycat. Why copy a never will be? He’ll be remembered as nothing more than someone who lost to a masked crusader. His precious championship escaped his clutches in a match he utilized all his resources to come up short. I could rack up five points in my sleep alone, yet this imbecile couldn’t do it to retain his precious.Thoughts running like fluid precisely a glass of spring water on a hot summer’s day.
Type of day where the heat reigns down upon the surface of this god forsaken planet unforgivingly of course, guess it’s god’s way of punishment. Nothing shall be more complex than the thought of me not unraveling the one mystery of why Blaine gives second chances. Did Riggs? Magnus? And hell even Nightmare deserve those chances? My mind says no as there’s nothing to make up for their stinking up the product. New Era should be glad that I’m here to begin with I’m the true star. The other day my merchandise was hot off the shelves as my Marketing advisor helped me pitch a new way to sell merchandise. I posed in pictures, kissed a few babies and told a couple teenagers I’m fucking better than you. Hell, if this is being hated by the public then I wonder what it’s like to be loved. I come to think of myself as a very dangerous man with more knockout blows to the flesh than a sledgehammer. The potent skill I possess is the stuff of legends and I’m fairly grateful for that as well indeed. What’s next? The question always comes up but I can always figure out the answer.
At this very moment I’m absent minded at what the future shall certainly hold for me. I’m still trying to find my own way toward that thing we all call success. But something keeps pulling me apart at the fulcrum. Is it guilt? Well known guilt for my past indiscretions of being a ruthless fiend. Or is it something else? The newfound sensation I get when I smell blood in the water. My bloodlust has multiplied over the course of three fucking weeks. The hunger and thirst for blood wants to consume my body like some dark cloud filled with evil. But I try to repent the vile creature. Truly, I do attempt to repent. But there’s something about being evil that a part of me cannot relinquish. I keep having the same nightmare in which I am covered with blood gnawing on an arm of someone and they’re wearing a distinct ring upon one of their fingers. Maybe that’s a sign detailing the next person who will fall upon the path of extermination which my body emits. You know some people get baptized by water; well I was baptized by blood. And once you get a taste there’s nothing stopping you from going into a crazed frenzy. I’m well on my way down a long road paved with dozens of shattered souls upon my hands.
Why do I have to exterminate the innocent? It’s very simple they were never innocent at all. They were merely belittled to the fact that maybe I can do some good. But look inside deeply you’ll find your true nature. My nature is to unravel every strand of yarn until I can pinpoint whatever makes you tick and when I do I’ll kill you off in your hypocrisy. Don’t question my thoughts but rest on the thought of me backing it up with my speech and in that very ring. My life is black and white to a point most envision this nearly as an in thought narrative from Dick Tracy or Casa Blanca. Maybe at least those types of films had classic noir feel to them. Paint my work black and white if you must keep it shrouded by mystery. I don’t think most want to dwell on the possibility. But maybe some things are best kept laid to rest unless you are nothing short of a hypocrite. I sit in this chair in mid thought fucking powerless to a point of no return. I don’t care whether you see me as a man without a soul or a man caught in permanent purgatory. Just let it be as God put it to be. Whether my soul lies upon a fiery cauldron or a pearly gate is the bitter question. Reaching into my pocket now for a Cuban Cigar, clipping off the tip before lighting with my gold skull embedded lighter. I’m not even worried too much about facing a shadow of someone who once was relevant. Ross Raines…he isn’t a breath of fresh air anymore I think as I puff upon the cigar.
The battle is only half won so far for me as I’ve single handily doctored up another creative master piece. Move over Christopher Nolan forget Inception™ this is my Extraction of many famed pop culture references, stylized quotes and harsh terms in order to paint a bigger picture. That the wrestling business as a whole is filled with whiny little brats who linger too much on what he or she says. I haven’t said one word as I’m just chuckling with a Cigar to my lips. That’s my Multi-Million dollar lips knowing my recent transactions elsewhere I’m pushing a 2.4 Billion dollar net worth by Mid-2012. Nothing can trump the facts of my rising to the top of the wrestling world. I wasn’t even an amateur wrestler like Doc Holiday yet I’m being hailed as the most outstanding young mat worker today. I’m just in awe realizing that some people may or may not think too highly about me due to my prior background. Thinking now of one Dominique Jean Pierre current NFL bad boy who was booted with a suspension. He was grounded from that incident but in order to pass the time he what? He joined the fast rising Cinderella of a promotion known as New Era. He wants to be a physical competitor in my mind that was me all over again.They all declared my running of the ropes a mindless spectacle to later be a mere fragment of everyone’s ill-fated imagination.
I’m for real no doubt about that. To be honest with myself I was really ecstatic to prove those naysayers wrong. In a heartbeat the people who pointed a finger in my direction fell upon their wounded knees.They fell not looking up once from the lie that they so blatantly emptied from their psyche. Don’t mean to be beating a dead horse but everyone should remember my matches for what they were worth technically sound wrestling. As I bounce off the ropes to inflict pain it’s methodical to a capital T. I unwind my muscles motioning for my opponent to continue merely outthinking his every move. And when he is weakened I’ll strike unforgivingly at his body and ribs with a sheer amount of force. I’m never on the outside looking in when it comes to how I rally into a match up.
Hell, I’m a total class act with the way I run the ropes to a point nobody will ever doubt me again. The people who tend to dismantle my every move in my thoughts and my thoughts only they are dubbed inferiors. They are inferior like the Minnesota Vikings for the past few years now. Forget the stellar debut season of Bret Favre with his record breaking moments. Go onward in wallow in their lackluster performances it reminds me of Randy Altzer’s subpar performance a few hours ago. But all in all the most lackluster of them all is James Stall. He is a dirt cheap man for hire though he’s as bland as a bowl of plain oatmeal. The room is feeling cool as usual before I get up from the chair. I’m tired of thinking about different ways to see I get my way. I want all to witness the greatness in full stride. I want everyone to adjust their eyes when I approach the ring. Because what they are about to see isn’t the same Christian York as once before.
The hunger, the thirst will soon be unleashed upon my first of a long line of new victims. Those who refuse to acknowledge my second coming are more than asinine. They are simply placed inside the inner dwelling of denial. I walk up to my Chinchilla coat, snag it off the coat rack and proceed out the hotel suite. The gloves on my fingers numb the Minnesota cold as I step outside. The limousine is right on schedule, I get inside eying my driver Raphael before we take off. Steadily approaching a little shack near a local park In Minneapolis there’s no emotion inside my soul. I have nothing to feel or nothing to think. My mind’s completely blank as I open the limousine door telling Raphael I’ll be back shortly.
I go up to the shack door and enter inside is a nice little set up including a flat screen. I sit at the table in the shack’s center my ass planted upon a deep purple plush chair. Few moments pass before the man of the hour comes in. He just stands there with his eyes planted on my person. The man greets me kindly and I proceed to shake his hand enthusiastically. The Former Governor of Minnesota Jesse “The Body” Ventura let’s his presence be known before sitting in front of me. Many people would be shocked at how many connections I have but while Mike Tyson’s out doing his own thing. It was time to find other people to help me relay my message of grandeur. The complete message of how I am unstoppable. Whoever stands before me shall truly know the extent of my outlandish abilities. Don’t be afraid it will only hurt for a moment. I know people want to feel safe. But what’s safe? As you have this hungry and blood thirsty lion roaming the Serengeti. I look across the table at “The Body” and let out a calm sigh. The time of thought is over it’s time to talk. Talk about the next step in the massive plan of exterminating the innocent.
Christian York: Congratulations New Era for setting me up against Ross Raines after my non-active role in The Secret Santa Show a few moments ago. I didn’t want to compete on that show as like I predicted it was simply a piece of shit. My penis could book a better broadcast than that. Hell, this is what the world is coming to now a day with everyone trying to reinvent crash TV. I made crash TV a few years ago with my show “Hollywood Wannabes”. You know the show where I took ten men & ten women put them under one giant roof until one of them remained. The last one remaining during the challenges would officially be signed to Stars & Stripes my record label. It was good for three seasons before I bored of it. Now before you guys get pissed off at me it’s pretty obvious I’m overlooked. Why not Team York versus Team Nightmare? I’m completely bewildered at the lack of my name in lights. Once again I put seats to asses which will be a trending topic pretty damn soon.
But NEW management refuses to let my message run loosely. You know why? They don’t want my controversial behavior to reflect the light of the company. And that’s coming from a company that had underage marriages, rapes, whores and a damn pussy in a turkey suit. I feel like a second banana when I should be first banana. The banana split isn’t big enough for all the other egos Troy Turner definitely included. If I fucked Hannah Hardy could I at least be featured twenty plus times during a broadcast. I mean shit I thought I was watching the Randy Altzer show.
But don’t feel bad RAW this past show wasn’t dedicated to you it was most certainly the Bomb. Matter fact Bombtrack singlehandedly put Newtv’s ratings down the fucking toilet. I mean I know Travis Blaine has a hard on for these guys but he’s breaking my contract. The rules of my contract state that I have complete creative control upon what goes on NEW programming when I’m scheduled to appear. So far I appeared even when I didn’t have a match on a lackluster show you didn’t contact me to change before airing it. My god NEW doesn’t understand the rules of engagement. I mean I thought Misty Lyn was ball less but now we have Travis Blaine. By the way if you ever disrespect my contract again I’ll make sure your niece gets her wrestling cherry popped personally.
Jesse Ventura just sits and listens in the background to the amount of hatred I spew. He looks to understand where I’m coming from. In my life there were simple rules that people should be able to abide by. Be punctual or on time, be polite when doing business unless you have no love for the person and last but not least be honest. When you imply that you are giving the person this type of arrangement stick to it. This is how people end up face down with a bullet through the cranium. They aren’t honest to themselves or the person they’re working with. They are small people, who don’t need any room to grow. If I give you my trust I respect you to honor it. I am a man who shouldn’t be fucked with on borrowed time. And as Jesse Ventura heard my words I’m sure he got it loud and clear.
Jesse Ventura: I was in the Navy Seals and know this it wasn’t a joke. We don’t joke about going to war with someone we see as a certain enemy. You know what it’s pretty obvious Doc Holiday thinks he’s bigger than New Era. My good friend Christian York agreed to meet me here tonight to rant on the ins and outs of a company who has so much potential. But it falls flat on its face when trying to be cutting edge. The themes on your show Mister Blaine are complete bullshit. I’m not going to drop as many obscenities as my colleague did but I am going to relay a message. Young people in the wrestling business want to be big shots and so forth. The only big shot who has the big enough balls to keep New Era going forward is Christian York. So what do they do push the talent to the back put the dead weight to the front. Cry me a river if you ever thought Vincent Kennedy McMahon gave a damn about talent. He pushed who he thought would benefit money wise. If you’re talented well that’s a plus for him in the long run. Travis it’s beyond me why James Stall is a champion. He doesn’t offer anything to the table. Sure he has five moves he dusts out but where’s his personality? You won’t be able to answer that because he has no personality. I am the host of Conspiracy Theory on Trutv but the biggest conspiracy lies in New Era wrestling. You can’t explain why as Blaine is gone Lana Wu of all things holds a high position of power. Forget Terry Queens as he’s merely a middle man in the equation. Lana Wu only would be in that position for one reason. To cover up that Travis Blaine is the one true father of Lana Wu’s child.
Jesse Ventura made up some valid points about a conspiracy within the NEW organization. Things aren’t always as they appear to be recently. You can chalk it up as nothing but an ongoing coincidence or delve deeper. Ventura doesn’t fall for the smoke screens like some people. He comes into any situation with a clear idea what’s going on. Hell he just brought some logical reasons to what has been going on in NEW television. And come to think of it those could be really substantial. Lana Wu isn’t a good authority figure I’d rather have Kayla Jade’s corpse than her. At least her corpse can’t get pregnant and will provide something we call entertainment. That bitch put my Pit bulls Rocky & Samuel to sleep one night she’s so bland and slutty. Thinking about whom else is bland besides her & James Stall is that Travis Blaine. Damn during his presence on television I didn’t know whether to take a nap or change the fucking channel.
Christian York: What if you really were the one to go another step lower down the totem pole Travis. I’m striking up harsh memories by down talking Kayla Jade. But do you truly think I can about anyone at this point. Do you honestly think I care about your feelings seriously. To the people who were offended you know what? Fuck your feelings!!! This isn’t some dictatorship it’s a pretty lenient democracy no thinks to anyone else. I look around this company seeing people with fingers up their ass. They’re nothing but puppets in a world that seems bigger than them. But I’m trying to redeem this company as a man who tells the harsh truth and tries to break away the conspiracy. The conspiracy of how Troy Turner gained the World heavyweight title after some shady deal with Kidd Love. Turner sunk low but not as low as Travis Blaine. He can hide behind his big wig lawyers but he has to come out sooner or later. Blaine I’m not going to sit here and wait. You only committed one contractual error without warning you may do so again. You signed me on for ratings but you aren’t giving me what I need. I need someone with credibility this coming NEW Friday Night. I don’t want to face Peter Pan for fear his neck will never be the same after what I’ll do. You see I’m incapable of showing mercy or letting u. I predict that you Raines will last a mere five minutes tops.
Because you have neither the testicular fortitude nor ability to overthrow this lion you see before you. I am “Simba” readying my claws for yet another delectable morsel. I’ve got to hand it to your Ross that Amelia is some piece of ass. I hope you like seeing someone else take her home. I’m not saying this as an insult to my fiancée or anything. But it is common knowledge that woman hate losers. So you can sit there and smile with your four dollar hood and run down wrestling gear. But I’m coming out in the 2012 Lamborghini Estoque™ looking devilishly handsome as ever. No, worries on my mind as the man I’m facing is not even one hundred percent at all. He is crippled while on the subject isn’t it kind of illegal to send this guy out for slaughter without a waiver. Look Ross it’s nothing personal but I need to drain you of life. I must feed upon your energy because the thirst is stronger than anything you’ll ever know in this life. You see whatever you dream about at night that makes you happy will soon be irrelevant. The dream of one day being the top dog in this company that basically revolves around me isn’t coming to fruition. The epiphany you had thinking that you will train hard enough and become World heavyweight champion won’t ever resurface. All of your dreams and deepest desire will be crushed by a nomadic entity. You are fucking with a man who has gone over and beyond the deep end. Consider yourself a Dreamweaver Mister Raines and step into the realm of the Dream Killer.
Jesse Ventura sits quietly for a few moments before turning over to me with a half assed smile.
Jesse Ventura: You know there’s another way to get under an opponent’s skin. We have to incorporate a method that will cause Ross to get over emotional. We can psyche him out in a somewhat sketchy manner but it’ll work. You will beat the conspiracy here in this organization Mister York and I’ll help you do just that. Let’s get out of here we have a flight to catch.
No longer shall I be hated by my peers as I begin a new path. A very complicated path, that’ll certainly cause a lot of people to endure a lot of pain and suffering. You are witnessing people’s dreams getting crushed and exterminated by a man who has no more feeling. This man once was somewhat a pure athlete but now all he wants to do is hurt. He’s out for the fucking hunt just like the king of the jungle. Well this isn’t an ordinary lion he goes by the name of The Dream Killer. And once your dream is killed it’d be fairly worse than a nightmare. And come a voyage with Jesse Ventura in Seattle Ross Raines will be all he can be. He’ll be all but in pieces due to a vicious Extermination.
~FIN~
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