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Consider The Sea
Topic Started: Jun 1 2012, 10:19 PM (124 Views)
Outkast
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Flip flop flippity flop flip flip flop and you don't stop. I was going to go into this elaborate rap about how James Stall hasn't hit puberty yet but then I realized only fools desperate for attention do that. No, instead I'm going to give James exactly what he wants. He wants me to admit just how fucked up of a person I am. He wants me to admit to being a hypocrite. Well if James would have been paying attention then he would know I have admitted to everything at least five times since this whole ordeal started. I have nothing to hide... once again. I can only say this so much to the selective hearing amongst us.

James... I do keep repeating myself, you're right once again. I keep repeating myself because whatever one person says about you goes in one ear and out the other. Its as if you're so self absorbed that anything anyone else says or does is wrong by your standards. We try to help you improve, manage your time better and you tell us no. We want you to succeed and explain why you haven't excelled as far as you can yet and you laugh it off or rather grunt it off with that golden personality of yours.

Bombtrack of all people, do you hear me? Of course you don't. But Bombtrack, the biggest piece of shit in the industry is coming out of nowhere to reach out to you and do you think you give a fuck? No. But I do admire your rebel attitude. I was like you once, that's a scary thought. I thought I could do no wrong, when my elders, the vets tried to tell me something I brushed it off and told them they were wrong that my opinion was the only one that mattered.

Lets look at it like this, you go on a rampage last week destroying anyone in your path and then you're confused as to why charges were pressed against you. You feel that your fine and restraining order is unjust... okay... James... this is how the REAL WORLD works. According to you, my view of the world is black and white compared to your shades of gray. That's cute coming from you. Here is a guy who for months has called me the bad guy and himself the good guy. Here is a guy who is foaming at the mouth for a chance to expose me for who I truly am. Once again for the sixth time, I've admitted everything I am from day one. And now you suddenly change your tune claiming that you're neither the good guy or bad guy, you're just bland as fuck James Stall who might recite a robotic rap every so often in order to prove he has something that resembles charisma.

I know this is insanely difficult for you to grasp but to every action there is a consequence. What Travis Blaine did to you is what we call consequences. Now be a man and accept it. What am I saying... you don't know how to be a man. I mean, you've lived a sheltered life and have only recently been let out into the real world. The real world is scary, isn't it James? You don't quite understand how it works yet but you're getting there. I mean, you finally experienced something similar to love with Nikki Blaine. I remember my first girlfriend. I didn't smash her over the head with a sledgehammer, that's just me though. But I should take notes from you on how to treat the women in my life. I mean after you cave your first girlfriends skull in, what happens to the second girlfriend? Hell, the third? How do you top that sort of domestic violence? Travis should put a wife beater on you and change your gimmick up.

The truth, James. The truth hurts. Now you want me to be the bad guy so bad I am going to show you what a real bad guy does. James Stall, you are nothing more than an insecure sheltered closet homosexual with an inferiority complex. Now I know what you're thinking, GLAAD is gonna be on the phone any second with Blaine. But here's the deal, they don't care and are more insulted that you're one of them. How was sex with Nikki? Oh wait... you were to busy humping the CWC brass to have sex with your girlfriend. Gay jokes are beneath me though, just like the women I have sex with.

Ooohhh we're walking that gray shaded line now, aren't we? I mean, I'm just being me, right? There are no good guys and bad guys. I'm taking your advice for once. Since you won't listen to us, we may as well listen to you since you're so right all the time. I finally realize that my opinion on you was wrong the entire time. When people say if you have a problem everywhere you go, if the majority have a problem with you then its your fault, right? No... that's not right. YOU were right ALL along.

All sarcasm aside, you're a piece of shit James. I know you're a piece of shit because I'm a piece of shit and it takes a piece of shit to know a piece of shit. Those folks in Sao Paulo must love pieces of shit the way they cheer your Cinderella story. Forget the terrible things you've done in NEWera, CWC doesn't need to pay attention to that or even acknowledge it, no, not the new golden boy. This CWC James Stall is different, he's an honorable young man on the verge of super stardom. But once you enter a NEW venue your whole demeanor changes... its almost as if you're... a fraud? That word gets thrown around a lot lately but this time its the absolute truth. Go put on your fake smile for the Brazilians, win that title and bring it home to NEW where you are loathed and despised because we know the real you, the manipulator, the... wait a second... James... we have more in common than I previously thought.

On second thought, in a few years you will be me. That's great news because that's what you've wanted all along. You want to be me and have what I have. I was once a sad excuse for a man just like you... it all makes sense now. One day James you will be a star and it will all be thanks to me showing you how its done.

So when you bring that CWC Championship home for NEW... no... you aren't in Ascension for NEW are you? No, you're in Ascension for yourself. You're in Ascension trying to win the biggest prize in the world for nobody else but you. Why do you think people in NEW aren't supporting you as much as you'd like? Doug E Fresh has the support of SCW so how come you don't have the full support of NEW? Rewind... because you're a fake piece of shit. No, a self-absorbed, insecure, sheltered, closet homosexual piece of shit.

What is that sound James? Are you... are you.. crying? Are words stinging you deep? Not just my words but the words of your fellow peers? Ask yourself where did it all go wrong. Go on, ask yourself. You're a two time North American Champion, but yet... when you speak you act like you've accomplished so much more. The truth is you haven't accomplished a damn thing. How come you can't beat Romeo Stylez? How come you can't beat me without the help of Jimmy Helmsley? How come you couldn't even beat Riot, a tag team specialist, by himself?

But do you know what will sting most of all? When you DON'T win the North American Title and then you DON'T win The London Brawl. But hey, that's your own fault. You did it to yourself. James, you have become so wrapped up in you lately that you've forgotten about all those around you. Did you know in order to make NEW work it takes a team effort? This isn't Stall Era Wrestling, its NEW Era Wrestling. But yeah, I know, only one can win the Brawl and it will be you. You've made your voice heard loud and clear. In your mind there is no other outcome to this event other than you winning and going on to Vindication where there will be no other outcome but you winning the NEWera World Title. But what if... what if you don't win? What if for some unGodly reason you fail? What then?

Consider the sea. The Navy needs sailors.



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”Travis, where you at?”

”He threatened me, Marc. He threatened me.”

Travis was picking up his belongings around the office from what seemed to have been an encounter with everybody's favorite sociopath, James Stall.

”Well what did you expect. He can't comprehend a damn thing anyone says or does. Why was he here?”

Travis looked at me, his eyes were glazed with worry. I sighed knowing the answer already.

”He won't touch her again. If he does then that's his career and we both know he cherishes that more than anything.”

”I hope you're right. Ill have him thrown in jail.”

”California law will have him do two to five years if he violates the restraining order. That's along time to be sitting behind bars wondering why he's there to begin with.”

Travis finally had a seat behind his desk. He fanned himself off with a newspaper while I sat across from him leaning forward studying his expression.

”I'm going to handle Stall and if I can't get the job done, Romeo will. As misguided as Romeo is his heart is sorta in the right place.”

”And to think I have to be in that assholes corner at Ascension next week.”

”Dorling or someone like that may as well be in his corner. Stall doesn't care about NEW or showing the world we're the best. He wants that title for himself.”

”I feel like such a fool choosing him to represent this company. He had everything going for him but he just... went mental. No words can describe just how out of touch he has become. He has no regard for the law or anything.”

”It isn't totally your fault. I told you about him and got him the job. I created a monster and I need to put him down. But...”

Travis looked up.

”But what?”

”It isn't totally his fault either.”

”Like hell it ain't!”

”No, hear me out. My brother is diagnosed schizophrenic. He hears voices, swears everyone is out to get him. He's a fucking mess, the whole nine yards. You can't tell him anything without him accusing you of conspiring against him. He can't help it though, he's fucked in the head.”

”You're saying James Stall is schizophrenic?”

”I'm saying he's messed up. He doesn't understand human emotion in the slightest. Its like he was locked in a basement his whole life with nothing but a weight bench and protein shakes.”

”Its starting to make sense.”

”He was denied all human contact as a child. So, of course he's going to grow up to become some sort of anti-social wrecking machine. I bet he never even heard of a restraining order or fines before he stepped out the cellar door.”

”I get what you're saying but he still needs to be accountable for his actions. Nobody gets a free pass just because they may or may not be a retard.”

”That's not very PC, Travis. Remember, we're the good guys. Gotta watch for that shade of gray.”

”Whatever. Not like there's a camera here catching our every word.”

They both turn their heads slowly towards he “non-camera” and then back to each other.

”Either way, James Stall isn't walking out of The London Brawl without learning a lesson. If I need to teach him how to be an adult then that's just what I'll do. Don't worry about a damn thing, Travis. I got this.”

I got up from my seat and took my leave knowing just what I had to do to make this all right. James Stall wanted to be the man, well like they say, to be the man you've got to beat the man. And we all know just who the man is around here. No questions asked. I am The pinnacle, The Standard, I am who you strive to be like and I am who teaches you everything you know inside and outside the ring. I am Outkast and this means something.
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