Post by INFINITE PRO. on Aug 30, 2022 19:22:10 GMT
“That felt so good. The cracking of the chair across their bodies. Their screams as I dropped them. Destruction in its purest form is me. I did exactly that after that cunt Tarah Nova tried to intimidate and say she’s seen worse than me…
Worse than me?
Nothing in this sport or this company is worse than me. Everyone here is sitting at the kids table in IPW. Everyone. Even the morally corrupt Cross Recoba who caught me slipping on the first show.
And yet, I still brutalized him. Left my mark on him. And that’s the point of all of this. Most of you want to just win, get your titles and trophies so you can get on your social medias and brag about it.
As for Reckless Jack?
A title is nothing more than a prop, a toy, something I’ve won so many times I no longer really care about it. If the right opportunity comes along, like it is, then yes, I will do what I need to do to win before throwing it in Jason Long’s face.
A championship is made for those who seek approval. Those who want to suckle at the teet of their social media fans. Because that’s what matters to so many people now. Social media. They want to be loved. They want to be embraced, turned into memes and immortalized with 500 nicknames.
Wrestlers today are more concerned with going on Twitter and posting selfies, gym photos or showing a little ass in a thong bikini. This is what this sport has been reduced to over time. Nothing more than a way for someone to get noticed for something other than their in-ring ability.
And it makes me want to fucking puke.
So when this company puts me against Jimi Cooldown, it makes me question what kind of company Infinite Pro Wrestling really wants to be.
Jimi Cooldown. Part of the Jamrockers with Alastor Touchdown. The tag team with more nicknames than some of you have venereal diseases. A tag team with hardly any peers yet in this company. A tag team which seems to have some sort of obsession with Jason Long.
Why would anyone be obsessed with a guy who would hire someone like Jimi Cooldown… oh right.
This match we have coming up is not going to be about you being a cool guy. Trying to make people laugh. Yelling at the top of their lungs because that’s what passes for someone trying to be funny in this sport anymore.
You weren’t even good at commentary at the last show.
If you can’t perform on commentary, and are reduced to me hitting someone with a chair in the back of the head as a bit, it makes me wonder why you’re bothering to get into that ring with me this weekend.
There’s a difference in how we get attention, Cooldown. You prefer to, as I said, yell loud things to try to be funny. You attempt to use these nicknames to cover up the fact you’re nothing but one half of a dumbass collective.
You’re the Eric Foreman of IPW, and I’m gonna be your Red Foreman. I’m gonna stick my foot so far up your ass you’re gonna be tasting leather for a month.
Yeah, I may have lost in the first main event. But look closely for a moment at it, Cooldown. Main event. Me. Where were you, again? Not in the main event. You can call out to Jason Long as your ‘Unc’ but even he along with that bitch knows who brings in the money.
Reckless Jack is an international terror. People know when I show up to that ring there will be violence. There will be bloodshed. Sometimes even the greatest lose to someone else. Recoba beat me, I slipped up, as I mentioned, and I own up to it.
What would you do, Cooldown? File a petition with Jason Long to have the match result overturned?
‘Oh no Unc, I lost to Reckless Jack. Please, overturn the match so I can be so fucking awesome and cool and yell at the ring announcer for not saying all 500 of my nicknames!’
I feel like in another lifetime, I beat the shit out of you and Touchdown in a little legion hall in California with some fat guy on my side.
It’s gonna be like that when we get into that ring. I have something to prove this weekend, Cooldown, and normally I’d say it’s a shame it’ll be you that suffers for it. But I’m glad it’ll be you.
I’m beyond thrilled to have a chance to fuck you up six ways to Sunday.
Win or lose this weekend, it’s a time to inflict more pain on someone in this promotion. This is a chance to put you on the sidelines where you’re best suited for. You can go back on commentary and act like a dipshit there full-time for all I give a shit after I get done with you.
I’m gonna make you bleed. I’m gonna make people wince in pain when they hear how hard I hit you. I’m gonna make your buddy throw in that towel when he sees I won’t stop hitting you and kicking you.
This is a violent sport, Jimi Cooldown, and you’re going to find out why it’s a violent sport coming up this weekend. I might not be in the Throne of Blood match for another few weeks, but this weekend, Jimi, I will make it rain blood.”
Worse than me?
Nothing in this sport or this company is worse than me. Everyone here is sitting at the kids table in IPW. Everyone. Even the morally corrupt Cross Recoba who caught me slipping on the first show.
And yet, I still brutalized him. Left my mark on him. And that’s the point of all of this. Most of you want to just win, get your titles and trophies so you can get on your social medias and brag about it.
As for Reckless Jack?
A title is nothing more than a prop, a toy, something I’ve won so many times I no longer really care about it. If the right opportunity comes along, like it is, then yes, I will do what I need to do to win before throwing it in Jason Long’s face.
A championship is made for those who seek approval. Those who want to suckle at the teet of their social media fans. Because that’s what matters to so many people now. Social media. They want to be loved. They want to be embraced, turned into memes and immortalized with 500 nicknames.
Wrestlers today are more concerned with going on Twitter and posting selfies, gym photos or showing a little ass in a thong bikini. This is what this sport has been reduced to over time. Nothing more than a way for someone to get noticed for something other than their in-ring ability.
And it makes me want to fucking puke.
So when this company puts me against Jimi Cooldown, it makes me question what kind of company Infinite Pro Wrestling really wants to be.
Jimi Cooldown. Part of the Jamrockers with Alastor Touchdown. The tag team with more nicknames than some of you have venereal diseases. A tag team with hardly any peers yet in this company. A tag team which seems to have some sort of obsession with Jason Long.
Why would anyone be obsessed with a guy who would hire someone like Jimi Cooldown… oh right.
This match we have coming up is not going to be about you being a cool guy. Trying to make people laugh. Yelling at the top of their lungs because that’s what passes for someone trying to be funny in this sport anymore.
You weren’t even good at commentary at the last show.
If you can’t perform on commentary, and are reduced to me hitting someone with a chair in the back of the head as a bit, it makes me wonder why you’re bothering to get into that ring with me this weekend.
There’s a difference in how we get attention, Cooldown. You prefer to, as I said, yell loud things to try to be funny. You attempt to use these nicknames to cover up the fact you’re nothing but one half of a dumbass collective.
You’re the Eric Foreman of IPW, and I’m gonna be your Red Foreman. I’m gonna stick my foot so far up your ass you’re gonna be tasting leather for a month.
Yeah, I may have lost in the first main event. But look closely for a moment at it, Cooldown. Main event. Me. Where were you, again? Not in the main event. You can call out to Jason Long as your ‘Unc’ but even he along with that bitch knows who brings in the money.
Reckless Jack is an international terror. People know when I show up to that ring there will be violence. There will be bloodshed. Sometimes even the greatest lose to someone else. Recoba beat me, I slipped up, as I mentioned, and I own up to it.
What would you do, Cooldown? File a petition with Jason Long to have the match result overturned?
‘Oh no Unc, I lost to Reckless Jack. Please, overturn the match so I can be so fucking awesome and cool and yell at the ring announcer for not saying all 500 of my nicknames!’
I feel like in another lifetime, I beat the shit out of you and Touchdown in a little legion hall in California with some fat guy on my side.
It’s gonna be like that when we get into that ring. I have something to prove this weekend, Cooldown, and normally I’d say it’s a shame it’ll be you that suffers for it. But I’m glad it’ll be you.
I’m beyond thrilled to have a chance to fuck you up six ways to Sunday.
Win or lose this weekend, it’s a time to inflict more pain on someone in this promotion. This is a chance to put you on the sidelines where you’re best suited for. You can go back on commentary and act like a dipshit there full-time for all I give a shit after I get done with you.
I’m gonna make you bleed. I’m gonna make people wince in pain when they hear how hard I hit you. I’m gonna make your buddy throw in that towel when he sees I won’t stop hitting you and kicking you.
This is a violent sport, Jimi Cooldown, and you’re going to find out why it’s a violent sport coming up this weekend. I might not be in the Throne of Blood match for another few weeks, but this weekend, Jimi, I will make it rain blood.”