Post by starkweather on Sept 7, 2017 23:25:56 GMT
This is the part where you all figure out just how fucked you are.
Most of you have no clue who I am, but that matters very little to me. Most of you probably know who my father is, but I’ll leave that for you to figure out. After all a little mystery never hurt anyone. But the real question isn’t who I’m related too, or who the hell I am. The question that sticks out in my mind…
What the fuck are any of you going to do to stop me?
No one ever stopped the man that sired me. No one even came close. Not John Pariah, not Michael Norcia… shit god himself can’t stop him. The only thing that stopped him, was father time. And even then, he’s still more fearsome and brutal than half you cock suckers walking around in the locker room pretending that you’re workers. And being the second generation wrestler that I am, I know that more is expected of me. Thanks the fuck a lot dad… you set the bar so high I’m gonna need a jet pack to get the fuck over it.
At Rebirth, you could call it a take off of sorts. You could call it the end of one era and the start of another. Not just for this company, but for this business as a whole. There isn’t a whole lot that’s complicated to my plans for Redefine. You’re all catching a beating. You’re all going to pay penance to the new god of this company. This isn’t JPO’s house. It isn’t the house that Pariah built. It won’t rest on the back of Jason Aries or Jason Richards. Ciserano or Ajax won’t be it either. No… the buck stops here. CJ Starkweather will put this company on his back and carry it up the mountain without hesitation or question.
And what are you fuck are you fuck sticks gonna do about it? Jack. Shit.
I’m going to kick this shit off with a bang. I’m going to open the Rebirth of this company with nothing short of a massacre. And they didn’t see it fit to hand me one victim… no they want to decimate a fair chunk of the roster. Two for the price of one… hell of a deal in my book. And before you say a word… this is my fucking book.
Let’s start with you Devin… because I couldn’t give two fucks and a bitch slap about the both of you put together. Devin, let me be clear to you… this isn’t personal. Wait, who the fuck am I kidding. Everything is personal with me. I’m going to beat your dumb british ass clear around the arena and damage your fucking brain. And while I’m doing it, I’m going to sing the national anthem and remind you and your whole country why you don’t fuck with America or Americans anymore. Because we will KILL you.
And then there’s you Grayson… the Ripper if you will? Uncle Jesse too busy to accompany you to the ring? You think your career is gonna last… Forever? Hah, just like that dumb ass sitcom, your career is about to be cancelled. Your past accomplishments are just that. The past. What you do in the ring at Rebirth is going to define you forever… well not you, but me. You’re irrelevant. As irrelevant as all the bibble babble that comes out of everyone’s mouth. No, this is about establishing dominance and showing every last one of you who your new king is! This is about destroying the status quo and upping the ante to an unprecedented level in this business. And you are just another victim to be left mangled and beaten, laying at my feet.
Grayson, Devin… mark my words, this is going to be the roughest night of your life. This is going to be the night where you regret ever getting into this line of work. I will PUNISH your bodies like no man that has come before me. I will KILL your souls and eviscerate your love for this business from your hearts. And I will REPEAT the process over and over again, until the only one left in Redefine… is me.
You’re all looking at the new face of FUCK YOU! And I hope it makes you shudder with fear. Because if it doesn’t… you’re fucking stupid. So I’m going to end this with an axiom from a bygone era.
BEAT ME IF YOU CAN….
SURVIVE…
Yeah that shit ain’t gonna happen. Suck a dick and kill yourself. Starkweather, out.
Most of you have no clue who I am, but that matters very little to me. Most of you probably know who my father is, but I’ll leave that for you to figure out. After all a little mystery never hurt anyone. But the real question isn’t who I’m related too, or who the hell I am. The question that sticks out in my mind…
What the fuck are any of you going to do to stop me?
No one ever stopped the man that sired me. No one even came close. Not John Pariah, not Michael Norcia… shit god himself can’t stop him. The only thing that stopped him, was father time. And even then, he’s still more fearsome and brutal than half you cock suckers walking around in the locker room pretending that you’re workers. And being the second generation wrestler that I am, I know that more is expected of me. Thanks the fuck a lot dad… you set the bar so high I’m gonna need a jet pack to get the fuck over it.
At Rebirth, you could call it a take off of sorts. You could call it the end of one era and the start of another. Not just for this company, but for this business as a whole. There isn’t a whole lot that’s complicated to my plans for Redefine. You’re all catching a beating. You’re all going to pay penance to the new god of this company. This isn’t JPO’s house. It isn’t the house that Pariah built. It won’t rest on the back of Jason Aries or Jason Richards. Ciserano or Ajax won’t be it either. No… the buck stops here. CJ Starkweather will put this company on his back and carry it up the mountain without hesitation or question.
And what are you fuck are you fuck sticks gonna do about it? Jack. Shit.
I’m going to kick this shit off with a bang. I’m going to open the Rebirth of this company with nothing short of a massacre. And they didn’t see it fit to hand me one victim… no they want to decimate a fair chunk of the roster. Two for the price of one… hell of a deal in my book. And before you say a word… this is my fucking book.
Let’s start with you Devin… because I couldn’t give two fucks and a bitch slap about the both of you put together. Devin, let me be clear to you… this isn’t personal. Wait, who the fuck am I kidding. Everything is personal with me. I’m going to beat your dumb british ass clear around the arena and damage your fucking brain. And while I’m doing it, I’m going to sing the national anthem and remind you and your whole country why you don’t fuck with America or Americans anymore. Because we will KILL you.
And then there’s you Grayson… the Ripper if you will? Uncle Jesse too busy to accompany you to the ring? You think your career is gonna last… Forever? Hah, just like that dumb ass sitcom, your career is about to be cancelled. Your past accomplishments are just that. The past. What you do in the ring at Rebirth is going to define you forever… well not you, but me. You’re irrelevant. As irrelevant as all the bibble babble that comes out of everyone’s mouth. No, this is about establishing dominance and showing every last one of you who your new king is! This is about destroying the status quo and upping the ante to an unprecedented level in this business. And you are just another victim to be left mangled and beaten, laying at my feet.
Grayson, Devin… mark my words, this is going to be the roughest night of your life. This is going to be the night where you regret ever getting into this line of work. I will PUNISH your bodies like no man that has come before me. I will KILL your souls and eviscerate your love for this business from your hearts. And I will REPEAT the process over and over again, until the only one left in Redefine… is me.
You’re all looking at the new face of FUCK YOU! And I hope it makes you shudder with fear. Because if it doesn’t… you’re fucking stupid. So I’m going to end this with an axiom from a bygone era.
BEAT ME IF YOU CAN….
SURVIVE…
Yeah that shit ain’t gonna happen. Suck a dick and kill yourself. Starkweather, out.