Since it seems to be the new trend, Fuck you Austin and Amis
Jan 20, 2017 8:36:59 GMT -5
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Post by TheLaw on Jan 20, 2017 8:36:59 GMT -5
"Fuck you Austin Gale!"
Inside his wreck of a car, Dominic Lawson is chuckling and shaking his head.
"You are really something else kid. Sure not as 'special' as your brother, at least you don't play with puppets and speak of yourself in third person... Yet.
But you're slowly and inexorably sliding down that path. I mean, just look at it, all the signs are there. A drinking habit, your obsession with Stevens, the fact that you remember my words from over a month ago... And of course, that temper issue we're talking about. Now I don't know if genetic is to blame here, maybe there's something wrong in your family tree, maybe your parents are relatives..
Or maybe it's just your life being so empty, so unsatisfying despite the fact you literally roll in money, so boring that the only way you can feel better about it is by diminishing others... What's your problem, son? Mommy is a bitch? Daddy never loved you much?
You're a delusional little brat Gale. You walk around with your pocket full of money and your head full of shit judging everyone from the top of your pedestal. But the lies and self entitlement you built it on are not that solid of a fundament as you may think. You're not better than me Austin. Matter of fact, you're not better than anyone. All your money, which by the way for what matters to me you could roll up and shove up your ass, don't mean shit. You used them to buy yourself the best trainers, but they can't buy you talent. You can buy yourself a new brazilian cameraman every week so that you can satisfy your most hidden sexual instincts. but every word you say in front of it will still sound as the brain fart of a mental kid.
Look at me,
I don't have a yacht, hell, I am cutting this promo with the shitty camera of my phone, inside the car where I was sleeping in no longer than a couple of hours ago... But please, go on and keep talking about things you know nothing about. Keep looking down and ridiculing everyone, getting all fed up and whine when they kick your teeth in so they don't have to listen to the annoying sound of your voice. It happened before, and it will happen again at Massacre #6. Do you know why?
Because you don't belong here. You don't have any love for the industry, it's not passion that makes you lace up your boots and step inside a ring. I don't know why you keep doing this, if it's out of sheer boredom, or if it's some sort of 'little brother' syndrome that makes you feel the urge to prove to yourself that you're as good as Wolfe. Whatever it is, it will never be enough. Insults and mean streak won't take you much farther. You will forever be a rich kid with too much free time and a hobby called wrestling.
I don't need your money Austin, I don't envy you for what you have been given. As a matter of fact, I pity you.
I will never wear a thousand dollar suit, I will never see my name in Fortune 500. But you will never be the number one contender for the Resilience Championship. I will make sure of that.
And just so you know, calling a proud Belfast born and raised an Irish is just as wrong and as inulting as calling an American a Canadian."
He lowers his head and takes a few seconds to collect his thoughts.
"And fuck you too, Amis Shelton.
Fuck you for being so good. Maybe too good.
Yeah, I said it and I really mean it. It might sound as a shock to you, but I've been in this business for so long, I can recognize talent when I see it. And you have plenty of talent. Everyone who says the opposite, lives in denial.
You already accomplished much in your young career, the world is really yours to take, if only you could take your head out of your ass first.
You know, I saw many guys like you. Young, with a strong personality, talented. Maybe not as gifted as you, but still extraordinary workers. I saw so many of them that I'm starting to wonder... Is this what they are teaching you in wrestling schools and developmental territories these days? Are they telling you 'Look at this superstare, look at how great he is. If you want to make it in this business, be like him. Be HIM'?
There are plenty of guys like you out there. Even before you. They walk like you, they talk like you, and just like you they think they are the biggest shit who ever stepped into a ring.
Flash news: you're not.
You will have a great career, I'm sure you will. Your destiny is to go down in history as 'one of the greats'. But mind you, that's far from being 'one of the all time greatest'. That's a privilege for those able to change the game, not for those like you who just limit themselves to play.
Adding a 'fuckin' between your first and last name doesn't make you one of a kind. It doesn't make you unique. I can start calling myself Dominic Fucking Lawson and I will still be an old man too stubborn to finally hang up his boots.
There's a crucial difference between calling yourself 'The Real Fuckin Deal' and BEING it. I will show it to you this sunday. You're welcome.
Whether you guys can see it or not, there's a reason why I have been given the same chance to earn a title shot as you. I might be old and broken, even desperate. I fight for a living, but I also live to fight.
This is not an hobby for me, or a distraction until I get a call up from EWC officials. This is all I have, and sure as hell I won't let two kids taking it away from me."
Dom's hand covering the phone camera is the last thing we see before everything fades to black.
Inside his wreck of a car, Dominic Lawson is chuckling and shaking his head.
"You are really something else kid. Sure not as 'special' as your brother, at least you don't play with puppets and speak of yourself in third person... Yet.
But you're slowly and inexorably sliding down that path. I mean, just look at it, all the signs are there. A drinking habit, your obsession with Stevens, the fact that you remember my words from over a month ago... And of course, that temper issue we're talking about. Now I don't know if genetic is to blame here, maybe there's something wrong in your family tree, maybe your parents are relatives..
Or maybe it's just your life being so empty, so unsatisfying despite the fact you literally roll in money, so boring that the only way you can feel better about it is by diminishing others... What's your problem, son? Mommy is a bitch? Daddy never loved you much?
You're a delusional little brat Gale. You walk around with your pocket full of money and your head full of shit judging everyone from the top of your pedestal. But the lies and self entitlement you built it on are not that solid of a fundament as you may think. You're not better than me Austin. Matter of fact, you're not better than anyone. All your money, which by the way for what matters to me you could roll up and shove up your ass, don't mean shit. You used them to buy yourself the best trainers, but they can't buy you talent. You can buy yourself a new brazilian cameraman every week so that you can satisfy your most hidden sexual instincts. but every word you say in front of it will still sound as the brain fart of a mental kid.
Look at me,
I don't have a yacht, hell, I am cutting this promo with the shitty camera of my phone, inside the car where I was sleeping in no longer than a couple of hours ago... But please, go on and keep talking about things you know nothing about. Keep looking down and ridiculing everyone, getting all fed up and whine when they kick your teeth in so they don't have to listen to the annoying sound of your voice. It happened before, and it will happen again at Massacre #6. Do you know why?
Because you don't belong here. You don't have any love for the industry, it's not passion that makes you lace up your boots and step inside a ring. I don't know why you keep doing this, if it's out of sheer boredom, or if it's some sort of 'little brother' syndrome that makes you feel the urge to prove to yourself that you're as good as Wolfe. Whatever it is, it will never be enough. Insults and mean streak won't take you much farther. You will forever be a rich kid with too much free time and a hobby called wrestling.
I don't need your money Austin, I don't envy you for what you have been given. As a matter of fact, I pity you.
I will never wear a thousand dollar suit, I will never see my name in Fortune 500. But you will never be the number one contender for the Resilience Championship. I will make sure of that.
And just so you know, calling a proud Belfast born and raised an Irish is just as wrong and as inulting as calling an American a Canadian."
He lowers his head and takes a few seconds to collect his thoughts.
"And fuck you too, Amis Shelton.
Fuck you for being so good. Maybe too good.
Yeah, I said it and I really mean it. It might sound as a shock to you, but I've been in this business for so long, I can recognize talent when I see it. And you have plenty of talent. Everyone who says the opposite, lives in denial.
You already accomplished much in your young career, the world is really yours to take, if only you could take your head out of your ass first.
You know, I saw many guys like you. Young, with a strong personality, talented. Maybe not as gifted as you, but still extraordinary workers. I saw so many of them that I'm starting to wonder... Is this what they are teaching you in wrestling schools and developmental territories these days? Are they telling you 'Look at this superstare, look at how great he is. If you want to make it in this business, be like him. Be HIM'?
There are plenty of guys like you out there. Even before you. They walk like you, they talk like you, and just like you they think they are the biggest shit who ever stepped into a ring.
Flash news: you're not.
You will have a great career, I'm sure you will. Your destiny is to go down in history as 'one of the greats'. But mind you, that's far from being 'one of the all time greatest'. That's a privilege for those able to change the game, not for those like you who just limit themselves to play.
Adding a 'fuckin' between your first and last name doesn't make you one of a kind. It doesn't make you unique. I can start calling myself Dominic Fucking Lawson and I will still be an old man too stubborn to finally hang up his boots.
There's a crucial difference between calling yourself 'The Real Fuckin Deal' and BEING it. I will show it to you this sunday. You're welcome.
Whether you guys can see it or not, there's a reason why I have been given the same chance to earn a title shot as you. I might be old and broken, even desperate. I fight for a living, but I also live to fight.
This is not an hobby for me, or a distraction until I get a call up from EWC officials. This is all I have, and sure as hell I won't let two kids taking it away from me."
Dom's hand covering the phone camera is the last thing we see before everything fades to black.