Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2017 11:46:55 GMT -5
SEVEN DEADLY SINS
Dear Mr. Dibona,
Allow me to preface the following statements with one so clear even you’ll be able to absorb it, Mr. DiBona. I believe it’s quite clear that we can omit Owen Salvo’s very existence from what we’re about to do. He is a pock mark on a meeting only the two of us should share. Agreed? The fact that he is involved is not only an insult, but is your fault. You were not able to overcome adversity as you falsely claimed and eliminate him.
Alexxa and I tested the collective resolve between the two of you and you both failed. One small blow to your bodies and egos from my female counterpart and neither of you were able to make it to the ring.
Pathetic.
Adversity comes in many shapes and forms, Mr. Dibona.
Owen Salvo is irrelevant. Commit this to memory.
Now, I do not want you to make the mental mistake of thinking that this means that you and I are on equal footing. I am simply stating fact that Mr. Salvo is irrelevant. You no more belong in the ring with me than he does, but you’re more likely to show up. Congratulations on being a warm body, Mr. DiBona. I do not respect you, nor do I feel that you have a stake in this match other than the fact that the two logical contenders for this Paramount strap are tied up in the finals of this “Alpha” cup. You’re just another pathetic beta who seems hell bent on proving otherwise.
You will not.
You are an insect. Are you aware of how finite an insect’s lifespan is? Yes, it’s short and the diet of an insect is typically excrement. So please believe me when when I say that your short little life will be a painful one leaving a sour taste in your mouth.
So, by all means, continue returning to my door like a Mormon wanting to sell that rhetorical firestarter they call a holy book.
Now that I have your undivided attention, I think it’s time we bring ourselves up to date as to where we are in current events. How times change, Mr. DiBona. While you’ve been licking your wounds and considering your great comeback the world’s turned into a fucking creepshow.
Hahahaha.
It’s marvelous.
You’re so worried about taking the day, crushing doubt, and whatever the next trivial and empty statement will be, while the world around you falls. While you’re flexing your perfect muscles and displaying your PRIDE you expect me to believe they’re inspired by your shallow nonsense? Fuck you, child. Your fans are too busy ‘Making America Great Again’ by turning a blind eye on anyone who differs from white “go-getters” like you.
Your god fearing, gun toting, good guy loving fans are walking into Mosques; filling quiet strangers deep in prayer, full of hot lead.
Bang.
Bang.
Take
The
Day, one Muslim at a time.
Hahahahahaha!
Whether you’re ready to accept this as truth or not is immaterial, Mr. DiBona. Why? I’ll fucking tell you why. You’re the face of this new hopeful America, bravo, but you bring the same brand of hope to this match that Donald Trump dispenses every time he puts pen to paper to declare another executive order. Yours though, this is an empty kind of hope and I’m willing to go so far to say that it is a hope which has been replaced by ENVY. How? You look at this meaningless Championship over my shoulder and you believe it should belong to you. Don’t you?
Admit it, you callus little fuck.
You’d not only take that day, but you’d take a fuck for it too, wouldn’t you? You damnable child.
You want
You hunger
You desire
Your life
Will end.
You envy me and it’s a sad decision. You won’t admit it. You’ll pass it off as if ‘Stoker’ simply stole something from you. You’ll hide the fact that you desperately LUST after this championship because you know that without these ounces of gold attached to this strap of leather that you are meaningless to your peers, your fans, and likely the women who would undoubtedly “weaken your legs.”
Hahahahaha
You really make me laugh, Mr. DiBona.
I’d ask you if you really believed the shit overflowing from your arrogant cocksucker, but my inquiry would be met with the sad reality that you can’t fess up to your own short comings. You’ll live this squeaky clean ‘all American’ childish bullshit until the end, won’t you? Undoubtedly. Meanwhile, this American dream of yours has been dead for years. Decades it’s been rotting away. Now this fucking monster President you probably “respect the office of” is raping what's left of it to death.
Rape
That
Day, and know it had it coming.
Oh, but you’ll respect Owen Salvo, remember him? Mr. Irrelevant is his name. You respect him as if that nobody has done you any favors in your life. Then you’ll claim you’ll gain vengeance against Stoker. Now you’ll willingly become WRATH to gain revenge against Stoker? Interesting decision, Hero. Remember that? I the Villain, you the Hero. Yes. You couldn’t be further away from ‘hero’ now, could you?
Heroes don’t seek vengeance out of envy. Heroes don’t seek vengeance out of anger. Rewind to your great lust for this championship. You don’t want to avenge the beating I delivered to you. You want to avenge the fact that I put your shortcomings on display for the world to see.
Hahahahaha
I won’t sugar coat this.
I’m hell, mother fucker.
It took this perfect athletic ‘specimen’ with that ‘perfect’ smile and ‘love’ for his fellow man and I turned him into an angry desperate man. Soon I had you bleeding and shortly after that I took that win streak you were so proud of and I shattered it. You, Mr. DiBona, found yourself on your knees and completely destroyed.
With that said, I ask you, Wrath… How can you gain your precious vengeance? Honestly. Make me laugh harder with your infantile logic as to how you’re going to do this.
You’re still equipped with the same ‘know how’ and ‘abilities’ you had the first time we met. The only thing that has changed since is that you’ve been injured and embarrassed twice. I had you on your knees in between those two embarrassments too, didn’t I? You bring nothing but GREED now. You believe you deserve this Championship? It should be yours and no one else's. Right? Greedy fuck. Then, by all means, slam yourself into the same brick wall while screaming, “If I try and try again I’ll be successful!”
Soon, once your skull is crushed and your brain is oozing from your eye sockets like play-dough, maybe you’ll understand that the Paramount Championship simply is not for you.
This is not how things work outside of your rose colored world.
Be thankful your mouth wasn’t pretty enough to fuck.
All your wants
All your hunger.
Aside from this Championship you already believe belongs to you, what else do you want, Mr. DiBona? You want acceptance, don’t you? You want the approval of your peers. You want their respect. You hunger for it. You want all of it. When faced with all of these wants and hungers, you become GLUTTONY. You want it all and you want it all for yourself. Selfishly you believe it already belongs to you so you take it. You fill yourself with it. Soon, even though you’ve already been satiated, you continue to binge. You want even what you cannot handle.
Your ‘perfect’ muscled physique hides a sad fat child hungry for approval.
You feast on acceptance and approval, yet you will find none when you come ask for it from me.
You will find
Only violence.
And
This Villain
You seek.
Ahahahahahaha.
Truth will be told--mark my words. Your sense of self worth extends beyond flesh and thought. You are not this straight laced hero you so desperately want to portray. No. You’re much worse than that. Much worse than I am, in fact. You try so desperately to vilify me, but it’s merely projection, isn’t it Mr. DiBona? You believe the world belongs to you and that you have already earned it, right? You believed this when you walked down the entrance ramp to face me for the Paramount Championship. You believed it as you entered the ring. You believe it when you looked into my eyes.
What you couldn’t accept is the fact that I had ‘gotten underneath your skin’ and had already defeated you. Once the match began to slip from your sweaty and desperate fingers, it made you angry, didn’t it?
You all but announced the fact that you deserved it--that it belonged to you. You nearly begged me for it. You nearly cursed all those children you visited in hospitals when you were expecting victory. Your cursed your workout partner for obviously failing you. You cursed me for having beaten you. Mainly, you cursed everyone but yourself, didn’t you, you little fuck?
Two
Faced
Little
Dom
Now you’ve become SLOTH and you expect this reward to be handed to you. You expect all of Alpha Wrestling to be handed to you now. You’re sick of waiting. You want instant gratification just like this sloth of a president, don’t you? Unfortunately for you, you can’t simply surround yourself with sycophants and put on yet another redundant display as you sign the “Stoker must hand over the Championship to Dom DiBona” executive order, can you sloth?
Grab
The
Day, by the pussy.
You, unlike that fat cocksucker “Making America Great Again” you actually turn that phrase into some kind of workable reality and that scares you, doesn’t it? You and your need for instant gratification makes me fucking sick. I’d spit in your face if you were worthy of my fucking DNA.
Honestly, Mr. DiBona, what do you have to offer me other than this same tired ideology of yours? What has changed in your world that will change the outcome of this match? Anything? This, I doubt. No. Nothing has changed because all you can afford the fans and your opponents is this static figure masking the real you. You’re afraid to display the real you, because the fans will soon know that you represent each and every one of these sins I have described.
You’re going to fail again, Mr. DiBona and you will have no one to blame but yourself and your pathetic Ego. What will you do then? Will you come to find me a third time? Will you ask for another opportunity and live up to that tired and trite line, “Third time the charm?”
Will you
Take
The
Third
Day?
The answer is that you won’t. You’ll see that you’ve been passed over and you’ll finally turn your attention to the fans and this promotion that you will firmly believe has wronged you. You will finally start to point your fingers in the direction of the very fans you claim to represent and inspire. Yes, Mr. DiBona. There is evil inside you. There is a villain cowering behind a hero’s mask. You know it and I know it. I saw it in your piss yellow eyes when we were in the ring together. I saw it gleaming off your teeth as you grimaced at me when I finished you. I saw this villain existing within your words when you claimed you would find vengeance. That moment you contradicted yourself.
You know it’s going to happen.
You know it’s all a matter of time.
You know you will soon be forgotten.
Coward.
Get the fuck out of my sight,
Stoker