Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2016 0:20:32 GMT
D E C E P T I O N I S B L I S S
Growing up as a child.. you're always asked.
"What do you want to be?"
"What is your future job?"
"Where do you see yourself in ten years?"
As a child, all you want to be is a cop.. a firefighter or even a doctor. When you turn to a teenager.. that changes. You want to be a baseball or even a football player. You want to cash those big checks and sleep with hot chicks. Why not right? Well, no. All I wanted was to survive one more day. I wanted a roof over my head. I wanted my family to accept me.
I will admit, I was a bad child. I caused ruckus where ever I could. Those questions my friends.. teachers and family asked wasn't in my vision. During my stay in juvenile prison.. that is when and where I thought about my life choices. I was already one foot in the jail system. I was damned if the other shoe dropped.
Street fighting was the path I choose, it wasn't something I was proud of but I was proud of but I would be lying if I didn't enjoy inflicting pain.
When I trained to become a professional wrestler.. I knew I needed to change but only a little. I traveled up and down California, I lived in my car and ate the bare minimum. But I survived because I am a fighter and the end game was worth the sacrifice.
The End Game, well it's right here in RSW. Last week, I made my professional debut in RSW. At Vendetta V.. Some may consider that debut a one sided fight. Well, the best way to describe it was.. HIGH SCHOOL.
Why?
Simple, when you're walking the hallways of the biggest school in the district.. you get emotional. You see.. football players with this dumb as shit girlfriends and you see girls that look like models. As a teenager.. you go through this faze.
"How much ass you can get.."
The point? Well.. let me explain.
The moment when a girl comes up to you and tell's you.. she's D.T.F. You're mojo begins to rise, your blood begins to feel red hot. She tell's you..
"Let's go into the bathroom.."
When all said and done.. that's how my debut in RSW went.
.. 20 Second's of pure BLISS..
enOch, he didn't stand a chance. Honestly, I don't know how he's even still here. I mean.. it was so fast, I thought he would have quit.. turned the other cheek and bailed. Instead, he's in the same match as myself this week.
DECEPTION..
RSW ABSOLUTE CHAMPIONSHIP
We're entering a fight of a lifetime here. We go to war and only one man or woman can survive this battle. And when I say battle, I mean BATTLE because we're set for a battle royal. The winning competitor will become the first ever Absolute Champion for RSW. This is the moment I've been waiting for.
Most competitor's in this match depreciate this championship. I don't care.. I don't care if it's for jobbers.. washed up superstars or even mail men.. a CHAMPIONSHIP BELT! It means everything to me. Not because.. I get to brag. It's because I represent the company that took a chance on me. A company that is rising quickly. A company that is becoming the best promotion around.
The competitors in this battle royal don't respect what they've had handed to them. Unlike them, I do respect the decision that was made. But now, I must prove.. it don't matter whom is in this battle royal. At the end of the night.. The Death Dealer will become CHAMP!
I've been struggling for a long time. Not only with finding a promotion to except me but with life in general. Last week, I picked up my first pay check with RSW and I quickly went to Burger King.. YES Burger King. I ate like a horse and I felt great.
For years, even while I was growing up. I didn't have the luxury most have. As a child, we scraped for money so we can eat. In Juvenile Prison.. the food was so bad, i rather eat my own shit. After prison.. I barely made enough money to survive so you must understand.. winning this belt.. it means more money for me.
Sure, becoming champion also has perks. You get more television time, interviews.. maybe movie roles. Ah yes and FAME. Which, I could careless about. I live my life under the radar but with this championship belt. That all changes.
I am tired of the struggle, I am tired of barely making it by. I want to live in a house, have a family and raise children. Sure, pets also. But I can't get that if I fail at DECEPTION.
So my message is simple. I will do whatever it takes. I will bite your ear, I will pull your hail and I will even stick my fingers in your eyes to make sure I don't get tossed over the top rope. When it comes down to surviving or failing. I will die before failing.
There are seven men and woman entering this battle. Seven men and woman who feel the same way I do. It comes down to will and heart. Who has the will to push through the struggle and the heart to survive the war. Seven men and woman will talk the talk and only one will speak the truth and capture the first even gold belt known as the ABSOLUTE CHAMPIONSHIP!
When you think clearly and hard enough. The PPV is perfectly named correct. You will see unholy alliances to help you survive til the end. You will see a cat and mouse game. Hell, you will even see someone playing possum so the other competitors feel they've won. But when the fight really begins.. when the final two men or woman are left standing.. Deception is sneak up and someone will fall to the ground and the lights will flash. When that happen's.. GENOCIDE will be the last man standing.. hand raised and gold around his waist.
Deception is upon us..
Who will survive?
Who will defy the odds?
Man?
Woman?
Beast?
or
The Death Dealer?
Time will tell, there is barely a few moments left.
the end game is here..
Growing up as a child.. you're always asked.
"What do you want to be?"
"What is your future job?"
"Where do you see yourself in ten years?"
As a child, all you want to be is a cop.. a firefighter or even a doctor. When you turn to a teenager.. that changes. You want to be a baseball or even a football player. You want to cash those big checks and sleep with hot chicks. Why not right? Well, no. All I wanted was to survive one more day. I wanted a roof over my head. I wanted my family to accept me.
I will admit, I was a bad child. I caused ruckus where ever I could. Those questions my friends.. teachers and family asked wasn't in my vision. During my stay in juvenile prison.. that is when and where I thought about my life choices. I was already one foot in the jail system. I was damned if the other shoe dropped.
Street fighting was the path I choose, it wasn't something I was proud of but I was proud of but I would be lying if I didn't enjoy inflicting pain.
When I trained to become a professional wrestler.. I knew I needed to change but only a little. I traveled up and down California, I lived in my car and ate the bare minimum. But I survived because I am a fighter and the end game was worth the sacrifice.
The End Game, well it's right here in RSW. Last week, I made my professional debut in RSW. At Vendetta V.. Some may consider that debut a one sided fight. Well, the best way to describe it was.. HIGH SCHOOL.
Why?
Simple, when you're walking the hallways of the biggest school in the district.. you get emotional. You see.. football players with this dumb as shit girlfriends and you see girls that look like models. As a teenager.. you go through this faze.
"How much ass you can get.."
The point? Well.. let me explain.
The moment when a girl comes up to you and tell's you.. she's D.T.F. You're mojo begins to rise, your blood begins to feel red hot. She tell's you..
"Let's go into the bathroom.."
When all said and done.. that's how my debut in RSW went.
.. 20 Second's of pure BLISS..
enOch, he didn't stand a chance. Honestly, I don't know how he's even still here. I mean.. it was so fast, I thought he would have quit.. turned the other cheek and bailed. Instead, he's in the same match as myself this week.
DECEPTION..
RSW ABSOLUTE CHAMPIONSHIP
We're entering a fight of a lifetime here. We go to war and only one man or woman can survive this battle. And when I say battle, I mean BATTLE because we're set for a battle royal. The winning competitor will become the first ever Absolute Champion for RSW. This is the moment I've been waiting for.
Most competitor's in this match depreciate this championship. I don't care.. I don't care if it's for jobbers.. washed up superstars or even mail men.. a CHAMPIONSHIP BELT! It means everything to me. Not because.. I get to brag. It's because I represent the company that took a chance on me. A company that is rising quickly. A company that is becoming the best promotion around.
The competitors in this battle royal don't respect what they've had handed to them. Unlike them, I do respect the decision that was made. But now, I must prove.. it don't matter whom is in this battle royal. At the end of the night.. The Death Dealer will become CHAMP!
I've been struggling for a long time. Not only with finding a promotion to except me but with life in general. Last week, I picked up my first pay check with RSW and I quickly went to Burger King.. YES Burger King. I ate like a horse and I felt great.
For years, even while I was growing up. I didn't have the luxury most have. As a child, we scraped for money so we can eat. In Juvenile Prison.. the food was so bad, i rather eat my own shit. After prison.. I barely made enough money to survive so you must understand.. winning this belt.. it means more money for me.
Sure, becoming champion also has perks. You get more television time, interviews.. maybe movie roles. Ah yes and FAME. Which, I could careless about. I live my life under the radar but with this championship belt. That all changes.
I am tired of the struggle, I am tired of barely making it by. I want to live in a house, have a family and raise children. Sure, pets also. But I can't get that if I fail at DECEPTION.
So my message is simple. I will do whatever it takes. I will bite your ear, I will pull your hail and I will even stick my fingers in your eyes to make sure I don't get tossed over the top rope. When it comes down to surviving or failing. I will die before failing.
There are seven men and woman entering this battle. Seven men and woman who feel the same way I do. It comes down to will and heart. Who has the will to push through the struggle and the heart to survive the war. Seven men and woman will talk the talk and only one will speak the truth and capture the first even gold belt known as the ABSOLUTE CHAMPIONSHIP!
When you think clearly and hard enough. The PPV is perfectly named correct. You will see unholy alliances to help you survive til the end. You will see a cat and mouse game. Hell, you will even see someone playing possum so the other competitors feel they've won. But when the fight really begins.. when the final two men or woman are left standing.. Deception is sneak up and someone will fall to the ground and the lights will flash. When that happen's.. GENOCIDE will be the last man standing.. hand raised and gold around his waist.
Deception is upon us..
Who will survive?
Who will defy the odds?
Man?
Woman?
Beast?
or
The Death Dealer?
Time will tell, there is barely a few moments left.
the end game is here..
