Post by Jon Moxley / The Wyatt Family on Nov 3, 2014 20:03:24 GMT -5
Fucking bullshit. Total bullshit! People are yelling at me backstage, asking me why I did it. What a bunch of babies. It's wrestling, people get brutally assaulted all of the time. I can't make one step without everyone telling me its the wrong foot.
Why'd I even bother to put my gear on? Does the shit I wear in the ring even count as wrestling gear? They're basically casual clothes. Whatever, that doesn't matter. What does matter is that I got the win. It counts, the ref counted 123, the bell rang as it should..... it was legal. My circumstances were a bit different. My opponent was kind of incapacitated when it started. But lucky for me the ref deemed my opponent ready and prepared to fight, as he should have.
That's about how it went. I'm sure there are a few details I missed, but an athletic career that includes several impacts on the skull has left my memory somewhat degraded.
So why then are everyone and their grandmothers basically attacking me because of my perfectly legal win? A lot of telling me I'm trying to ruin the business, I'm dishonorable, etc. Pretty pretentious stuff. These fans are fickle as all hell. Love something one day, but the next they hate it and claimed to never have liked it.
These people suck.
You know who else sucks? My entire family. These fun-loving folks decided to love their pristine younger son over the older son. Troy was 7, he wouldn't need much love or attention.
Hey, I wasn't beaten. I always ate well. Always a roof over my head. But I saw my brother get everything over me. The better presents. They threw a party for him only because he has made it through a month of Kindergarten. And I was pushed to the side in favor of my younger brother.
And yet, they feel as if I owe them something. Like I need to pay them back for raising me. Which is a terrible thing to do to your own child, and it made little Troy a very messed up boy.
Luckily I chose professional wrestling over being a doctor like my brother, which my parents pushed for. Why would I want to help people? I'm getting paid to kick ass. And get my ass kicked but that's beside the point.
This is the third night in a row I've decided to get nearly blackout drunk. People just want to party with the New Age.
Who doesn't?
***
I've still got a headache.
I'm very lucky my job doesn't really require me to work early, then I'd be fucked! I'd already had my fill of waking up early in the morning. So yeah, I slept in a little. Granted it was 2:00 pm, but whatever. I managed to get to the arena just in time, so it all works out, right?
There's about only one good thing that's happened today; no claustrophobia attacks. The first time in a while, actually.
I haven't spared much though for Beno, actually. It seems the only time the beatings come to mind is when I'm not drunk or under the influence of other things. That bastard thinks he's gonna get away. I'll find him though. I swear it. I have to find him, if I ever want to live the rest of my life in peace, I have to get my revenge. That's the only conceivable way I can rid myself of this baggage. If I torture him like he did me.
I'm starting to feel a little better now, thank god.
When I get to gorilla, I seek out the piece of paper with tonight's card printed on it.
Troy Motor vs. Eva Marie.
Alright time to... wait.
Troy Motor vs. Eva Marie.
I literally feel a laugh travel upwards through my body. It's almost an unhinged sort of laugh.
It must be my punishment, for last week. I'm literally opening the show, and it's with a diva.
Anger is boiling in my stomach, so I might as well cut a promo.
*****
"Okay, okay, I get it! I attacked Gabriel kind of brutally. Maybe a few sledgehammer SHots to many, and maybE thE Pinning him and humiliating him wasn't necessary. And.... maybe, okay, just maybe my ego is overblown after defeating Kurt Orton. But I'm Troy Motor dammit! The Giant Slayer, the Mercenary! I'm apart of the most dominant group in ThyWWE history, the New Age.... and yet.... I'm opening the show against none other than Eva Marie. A diva."
Troy rubs his eyes, laughing. He can still hardly believe it.
"Now i might be coming off as sexist. I get that. But come on! If you want to put me in a match with a diva who could beat me, put me in a match with Triana! Eva Marie.... has she even had a match? I'm sure she's a good enough diva, but come on! I'm the Mercenary....."
Troy runs his hands through his hair, he's agitated, anxious about something.
"IT'S ridiculous to that I'm getting punished for my match last week. COMING from you, Vince, a supposed gentleman, that's pretty shitty. I did what I had to do, to succeed. The New Age has no limits. We are winning the war. What's your next move, Vince?"
Why'd I even bother to put my gear on? Does the shit I wear in the ring even count as wrestling gear? They're basically casual clothes. Whatever, that doesn't matter. What does matter is that I got the win. It counts, the ref counted 123, the bell rang as it should..... it was legal. My circumstances were a bit different. My opponent was kind of incapacitated when it started. But lucky for me the ref deemed my opponent ready and prepared to fight, as he should have.
That's about how it went. I'm sure there are a few details I missed, but an athletic career that includes several impacts on the skull has left my memory somewhat degraded.
So why then are everyone and their grandmothers basically attacking me because of my perfectly legal win? A lot of telling me I'm trying to ruin the business, I'm dishonorable, etc. Pretty pretentious stuff. These fans are fickle as all hell. Love something one day, but the next they hate it and claimed to never have liked it.
These people suck.
You know who else sucks? My entire family. These fun-loving folks decided to love their pristine younger son over the older son. Troy was 7, he wouldn't need much love or attention.
Hey, I wasn't beaten. I always ate well. Always a roof over my head. But I saw my brother get everything over me. The better presents. They threw a party for him only because he has made it through a month of Kindergarten. And I was pushed to the side in favor of my younger brother.
And yet, they feel as if I owe them something. Like I need to pay them back for raising me. Which is a terrible thing to do to your own child, and it made little Troy a very messed up boy.
Luckily I chose professional wrestling over being a doctor like my brother, which my parents pushed for. Why would I want to help people? I'm getting paid to kick ass. And get my ass kicked but that's beside the point.
This is the third night in a row I've decided to get nearly blackout drunk. People just want to party with the New Age.
Who doesn't?
***
I've still got a headache.
I'm very lucky my job doesn't really require me to work early, then I'd be fucked! I'd already had my fill of waking up early in the morning. So yeah, I slept in a little. Granted it was 2:00 pm, but whatever. I managed to get to the arena just in time, so it all works out, right?
There's about only one good thing that's happened today; no claustrophobia attacks. The first time in a while, actually.
I haven't spared much though for Beno, actually. It seems the only time the beatings come to mind is when I'm not drunk or under the influence of other things. That bastard thinks he's gonna get away. I'll find him though. I swear it. I have to find him, if I ever want to live the rest of my life in peace, I have to get my revenge. That's the only conceivable way I can rid myself of this baggage. If I torture him like he did me.
I'm starting to feel a little better now, thank god.
When I get to gorilla, I seek out the piece of paper with tonight's card printed on it.
Troy Motor vs. Eva Marie.
Alright time to... wait.
Troy Motor vs. Eva Marie.
I literally feel a laugh travel upwards through my body. It's almost an unhinged sort of laugh.
It must be my punishment, for last week. I'm literally opening the show, and it's with a diva.
Anger is boiling in my stomach, so I might as well cut a promo.
*****
"Okay, okay, I get it! I attacked Gabriel kind of brutally. Maybe a few sledgehammer SHots to many, and maybE thE Pinning him and humiliating him wasn't necessary. And.... maybe, okay, just maybe my ego is overblown after defeating Kurt Orton. But I'm Troy Motor dammit! The Giant Slayer, the Mercenary! I'm apart of the most dominant group in ThyWWE history, the New Age.... and yet.... I'm opening the show against none other than Eva Marie. A diva."
Troy rubs his eyes, laughing. He can still hardly believe it.
"Now i might be coming off as sexist. I get that. But come on! If you want to put me in a match with a diva who could beat me, put me in a match with Triana! Eva Marie.... has she even had a match? I'm sure she's a good enough diva, but come on! I'm the Mercenary....."
Troy runs his hands through his hair, he's agitated, anxious about something.
"IT'S ridiculous to that I'm getting punished for my match last week. COMING from you, Vince, a supposed gentleman, that's pretty shitty. I did what I had to do, to succeed. The New Age has no limits. We are winning the war. What's your next move, Vince?"
