Post by Tim on Oct 3, 2012 18:30:48 GMT -5
So much remorse, but no feelings. The brother who backstabbed me is gone. Velvet Sky has gone, losing the child that could've been mine. The Undertaker is gone, disappeared into the darkness once again. I've fallen into the darkness of Double S. However, I regret nothing. The past few weeks have been an atonement of my sins, yet I still sin some more. What now? I see that Double S is still looking for some more. And who's next? Morgan Davis. I guess it's a game of whack-a-bitch. My ally seems to be Tia Brooks, the Straight-Edge Vixen. Is she who I could trust? Here, I'm sitting in the ring, with my ass on a steel chair. The blood that had been spilled on this very canvas is sprayed upon my eyes.
Double S has been a constant thorn on my side ever since he had beaten Eddie. Why did he want to pick a fight with me? What does he have to gain by facing someone like me that has nothing to do with his business? Oh, right. He was Genesis' bitch when I was to help AJ Styles in the Television title match. I still think about that horrific memory. That Double S, he still brings his disgusting scepter around him like he's the king of nothing. It's like I'm watching a barbaric Finlay, strutting around like a retard. Yet, he manages to win with that disgusting contraption. Not this time. I've got one more bone to pick with Shit Storm before I continue the rest of my business. Just one win and this bullcrap will be all over.
Tia Brooks is known as the Straight Edge Vixen, the protege of the infamous CM Punk and mentor of the former Skinner Morris. There is a question that I have on my mind: can she be trusted? My brother and I had been tag team partners since backyard wrestling. Now, he had betrayed me by crucifying me with this unholy cross. Velvet, who has given her own soul to the dark one known as The Undertaker, leaving me to plague in my own insanity. Tia Brooks? She's a different story. Can she really be trusted with what she can do? Is it that she could be the solution to everything that has been owed for? I would accept her for who she is, if she doesn't stay out of my way.
Finally, the Georgia Peach, Morgan Davis. She is another thorn that splinters me through my chest, infesting every dangerous lie in my lungs. Ever since I was with Velvet, she has been a huge bully to her all because she isn't the sexiest woman of GZWA. Pathetic. And now, she's attacking me with petty insults and fantasies that meets the listener's hearing. Harlow Michaels, did she relate me to? Wasn't she one of the servants of the uncouth Amanda Cortez? Well, doesn't really matter about that. Someone needs to shut that good-for-nothing hussy up for good. Does she think that whatever she says, she can get away with it? Is she one that's curious in locking eyes with death? And now, she's finally gotten rid of Velvet. My first. The carnage builds up inside me, everytime I play that forsaken nightmare. All I have to do is step and crush this Georgian Peach to mush.
I'm not pissed off. I'm just very hungry for the blood of my enemies. The excitement fills me in the air. Two in one snack can fulfill my need. Nothing to be concerned about, eventhough someone is there to share it with me. Fair enough that I have to work with some people. And to think, there's a small workd in my head. I feel that Joel Hall has died within this body. Now, The Iowan Massacre stands before all of GZWA. This is only the prologue of a new volume. Whoever had stand in my way, they're gonna get their head fucked up by me.
Double S has been a constant thorn on my side ever since he had beaten Eddie. Why did he want to pick a fight with me? What does he have to gain by facing someone like me that has nothing to do with his business? Oh, right. He was Genesis' bitch when I was to help AJ Styles in the Television title match. I still think about that horrific memory. That Double S, he still brings his disgusting scepter around him like he's the king of nothing. It's like I'm watching a barbaric Finlay, strutting around like a retard. Yet, he manages to win with that disgusting contraption. Not this time. I've got one more bone to pick with Shit Storm before I continue the rest of my business. Just one win and this bullcrap will be all over.
Tia Brooks is known as the Straight Edge Vixen, the protege of the infamous CM Punk and mentor of the former Skinner Morris. There is a question that I have on my mind: can she be trusted? My brother and I had been tag team partners since backyard wrestling. Now, he had betrayed me by crucifying me with this unholy cross. Velvet, who has given her own soul to the dark one known as The Undertaker, leaving me to plague in my own insanity. Tia Brooks? She's a different story. Can she really be trusted with what she can do? Is it that she could be the solution to everything that has been owed for? I would accept her for who she is, if she doesn't stay out of my way.
Finally, the Georgia Peach, Morgan Davis. She is another thorn that splinters me through my chest, infesting every dangerous lie in my lungs. Ever since I was with Velvet, she has been a huge bully to her all because she isn't the sexiest woman of GZWA. Pathetic. And now, she's attacking me with petty insults and fantasies that meets the listener's hearing. Harlow Michaels, did she relate me to? Wasn't she one of the servants of the uncouth Amanda Cortez? Well, doesn't really matter about that. Someone needs to shut that good-for-nothing hussy up for good. Does she think that whatever she says, she can get away with it? Is she one that's curious in locking eyes with death? And now, she's finally gotten rid of Velvet. My first. The carnage builds up inside me, everytime I play that forsaken nightmare. All I have to do is step and crush this Georgian Peach to mush.
I'm not pissed off. I'm just very hungry for the blood of my enemies. The excitement fills me in the air. Two in one snack can fulfill my need. Nothing to be concerned about, eventhough someone is there to share it with me. Fair enough that I have to work with some people. And to think, there's a small workd in my head. I feel that Joel Hall has died within this body. Now, The Iowan Massacre stands before all of GZWA. This is only the prologue of a new volume. Whoever had stand in my way, they're gonna get their head fucked up by me.
