Post by .PAAK on Nov 21, 2015 13:50:00 GMT -6
Thoughts to Myself
What does the UWF Ultimate Championship mean to me?
I’ve been wrestling for what, two, almost two-and-a-half years now? In that short time, I’ve amassed six championships. Fools would probably assume that Ultimate title just blends into that lot; in reality tho’, it doesn’t. To me, it’s the most important belt that I’ve held.
What you’ve got to remember is, the Ultimate title wasn’t just handed to ya’ girl. Naw, I earned that gold with my blood, my sweat, and my tears. In order to obtain it, I literally had to steamroll through most of the UWF roster. Not only that, but I also had to deal with their bullshit emotions along the way: some were jealous, some were spiteful, all of them were hateful―but I murdered them all!
In many respects, the fact that I still hold the belt is an act of rebellion. I was an outcast coming into this company, but I thrived and succeeded―people hate that.
Honestly though, I never thought I’d win the Datura invitational. Naw, scratch that. I guess I should say that winning the belt wasn’t really my main motivation when I entered the tournament. Shit, truth be told, I entered the damn thing for a chance to come in a whoop up on some fresh meat.
The belt was always in the back of my mind, never in the forefront.
However, as the tournament progressed, I realized something―Scarlet Flint was the best that this company had to offer. No one could match my wit, and no one could match my brutality in the ring.
It was at that point that I knew I could win the belt; so, I set my eyes on it.
What does the UWF Ultimate Championship mean to me?
All my life I’ve had to suffer. Since the day I was born, I’ve be acquainted with pain and anguish. And, as I was preparing for that UWF title match, that pain and anguish ramped up even more.
My older sister was at home; she’d gotten pregnant by her then fiance. She was happy, and I was excited. I was gonna’ be an aunt.
Then one afternoon I get broken call from her while I was out in the streets―she suffered a miscarriage. For weeks, she cried and mourned. She was heartbroken. I should have been comforting her; I should have been crying and mourning with her.
Don’t you think I was in pain too? Huh!? I truly wanted a niece or nephew. I wanted them to grow up and be proud of auntie Scarlet. I wanted to be able to show them past matches that me and their mother had wrestled, teach em’ life shit, show em matches. However, all that was stolen from us!
Instead of dealing with all that shit, I was training. I was focused on winning this damn thing.
To be quite honest, I never had the proper chance to grieve. I chased after the UWF Ultimate title and won it. Right after I captured, I was thrust into the title picture over at Visionaries of Wrestling. So, I had to get focused again.
No rest for the wicked.
What does the UWF Ultimate Championship mean to me?
That belt is a symbol of where I’ve come from, a symbol of self-acceptance. Here’s the deal, before I squared off against Becca Raze, I had to come to terms with a few things. Deep down in my lil’ black heart, I always kinda’ figured I was a decent person.
Sure, a lil’ fucked up, but decent at best.
However, leading up to that match, I realized something―I’m nothing more than barbaric bitch. I’m nothing more than a heathen!
I should have ran from those thoughts, those feelings. Shit, a normal person would have. Instead, I chose to embrace them. It was that act of embrace that ultimately allowed me to defeat Becca and capture the belt in the first place.
I had been looking and searching, trying to find myself for so long. And then, I did. To me, the belt equates to completion.
What does the UWF Ultimate Championship mean to me?
It means that I’m the top bitch in the company―there’s an upside and a downside to that.
The upside is, I can do and say what I want. I’ve already proven that no one on this roster can check me. Sure, they can smack a bitch from behind when she aint looking; they can be cowards. But one versus one, they can’t touch me.
The downside? Well, I’ve got a target on my back. The issues with people in UWF is that they overestimate their own skills. That’s why a hasbeen, like Natasha Rose, thought she could step in a whoop me.
We all know the outcome of that match―she failed.
And now, another washed up gringo was reared his ugly head. That person being Johnny Moxie.
What a fucking prick.
Johnny been talking a lot of bullshit lately; but hey, that must be all he’s good at. He was critical of Datura; but you know where all that steams from?
Jealousy.
When Johnny held the Ultimate belt, it was nothing more than a joke, that’s why fucktards like Natasha were able to challenge for it. Johnny aint help the company grow. Naw, he gave the bitch leukemia, then dipped out of the promotion to watch it die.
Datura saved this company, because most people wouldn’t know about Ultimate Wrestling Force if it wasn’t for her.
Now, people can say whatever the fuck they want about me. The fact of the matter is, with me, the company is in much better hands. Johnny Moxie aint worthy to lay his grimy hands on my belt. Hell, the fuckboy aint even worthy to step foot in my company―period!
At A Cold Day in Hell, Johnny Moxie is fucking dead―better start working on his obituary.
The KILL
Wha...what is it?
Kill him!
Who?
Him! Kill him!
Moxie? Johnny Moxie?
Slaughter him!
You think I should?
Unworthy! He’s unworthy!
Shit, a lot people in UWF are unworthy to face me―real talk.
YES! And you’ve demolished them all before. This time should be no different. Kill him!
You aint found of this guy, are you?
Why should I be found of him? Why should you be found of him!? You, you were invited into this company. You faced an uphill battle―a grueling tournament. You earned that belt of yours.
Moxie? He won a measly match. A measly match against people who were only there physically. They didn’t want to win, they didn’t want to thrive. He had a cakewalk!
Hmm, you know how I hate cakewalks.
They make you appalled. They make you enraged!
That’s true. But shit, you know what really enrages me?
Unwarranted arrogance!
Yup.
Unfounded cockiness!
Yup yup.
People thinking they are better than you!
Shit, you know me so well.
I am you, remember!?
You know, it takes a real prick to think he can just waltz into this company and take what’s mine. He’s nothing more than another delusional fuckboy, like Jeremiah Hardin.
Remember how we murdered him!?
Of course. Fun times!
Very fun times.
You know what else is funny? In his last promo, old boy called himself a king. Yo’, I almost fell out of my seat; that shit was just too rich. Johnny Moxie aint king of shit. I bet that vato don’t even own his own house. Oh, but you think you king of UWF? Get the fuck outta’ here.
Bet he wore a Burger King crown.
Why because he’s a joke?
A non-funny joke.
Johnny can lie to UWF and all of his fans if he wants to, but I know the real deal. Johnny was the second UWF Ultimate Champion. Give that man a cookie. Yo’, he then went on to do absolutely nothing with the belt―except get into a brief spat with Natasha Rose. This food couldn’t even defeat her properly, so they became co-champions.
Failure!
Epic Failure! The fact of the matter is, Johnny Moxie couldn’t get the job done against Natasha. Yes, the same Natasha that ran her own company into dust; the same Natasha who couldn’t wrestle herself out of a wet paper bag. The same woman who is constantly trapped in a perpetual Public Relation nightmare and who has fucked all her money up.
Moxie shared a championship with that hoe!
If he couldn’t best her in one go, what does that say about him?
It means that he’ not as good as he fucking thinks he is. But yo’, that’s a common trend with people in UWF. A lot of people here aint worked in other places. They think cause they can win here in UWF, that they can defeat anyone.
Naw, that rule don’t apply to Scarlet Flint. Scarlet Flint was kicked ass in UWF, GPW, WARPED, VoW, WMW, Europe, Japan. I can get the job done in ANY ring. Johnny Moxie, shit, the only people that know about him are die hard fans. And even they don’t care about him.
Johnny has been a medium sized fish stuck in a tumble. I’m the fucking killer whale beasting and feasting out in the ocean.
Moxie will still be critical of you.
Will he now? What will he say?
That you haven’t done enough; that’s you’ve just held onto the belt. He will call you a hypocrite.
Let him try. The difference between me and him is, I knocked off ninety percent of the roster while I was chasing after this belt. Ima’ be blunt―the only person in UWF that had a chance to put me in check was Becca Raze. And guess what? She aint here now.
Johnny himself aint no fucking Becca Raze; she’d tear that man limb from limb. So, if Becca couldn’t defeat me, how does Johnny think he can?
He will try. Punks jump up…
And they get their asses beat right the fuck down!
Are we on the same page now?
Shit, we always been on the same page.
Bash him.
Murk em’.
Assault him.
Fuck up his life.
Kill him.
Spill his blood.
Slaughter him!
Roger that!
Now speak your piece, I’ll be silent.
Johnny Moxie, you claim to be some kind of savior to UWF. You want to come in here to try and save what you think is a stagnant company. You want to come in here and try to steal what’s mine. My rule, my reign, my Ultimate Championship…
Fuck you!
You weren’t here when the company needed you the most. After Datura moved on, this company needed someone to uplift it. You were nowhere to be found, where you kid? Naw, you were off smoking weed, or diddling with your balls somewhere in your mom’s basement.
So don’t you fucking dare to to ride in on some white horse. It’s too little, too fucking late!
It will literally be a cold day in fucking hell before I let you waltz in here and pry this belt from my hands. I’ve worked too damn hard for that to happen. Therefore, when he meet in the center of that ring, please prepare for your demise. Johnny, if you don’t leave in a body bag, then I haven’t done my job correctly.
I’m going to end you Moxie!
And when I’m done, I’ll need to start eradicating the rest of the horrid people in this place.
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