Post by Lochlyn Cade on Aug 18, 2021 11:54:33 GMT
Ripping the mask off the Masquerade (I of III)
“The irony of life is that those who wear masks often tell us more truths than those with open faces.” ― Marie Lu
In those quiet unobtrusive moments while sitting in the shadows of backstage arenas and back alley unknown towns between shows. He sat in silence as the world screamed. It’s the unspoken observations, nonverbal cues, and influence of those “elites”.
I’M THE FORGOTTEN. THE IGNORED.
It screams from the likes of Kaz Mazy the ALMIGHTY Champion who believes he’s cut from a different cloth than those… below him. He sits on the throne built by QDT and calls himself “Vulcan” as if he was forged by the hand of Gods. I spit in the volcano of fire and from the ash I’ll rise from your alter of disparage and crush the granite champion.
The desperation of a dark horse clawing for reinvention as he attempts to continuously climb from under the debris thrust upon him by the champion. Baby boy Keeton your insecurities shriek at your failings of again capturing gold and ignorance of ignoring the threat at your door step.
Maxi-pad Daemon the audacious champion of Pure who’s mopped up the divisions muck. Now that opportunity knocks he comes running for his linguistic demise. It’s a happenstance moment of tongue before brain. Take a seat and learn something from the best Action has to offer before you scurry back to your division of tongue in cheek verbiage.
Karlie Nash the courtesan of floozy leaves her temple of libertine to play in public debauchery. Oh, the depravity of immorality that will be unleashed. It will bastardize your image even further.
Teo Blaze and Andre Jenson the “darling favorite” duo of CW tag team gold. The lustrous illustration of my one man revolt against elitism within Action Wrestling. If it wasn’t for my chum, CJ Phoenix, and his sights of needing a security blanket of affiliation with “The Following”. I’d be half of the tag team champions right now instead of you… two worthless prosaic minds.
Obviously the mask has corrupted the cognizance of the cruiserweight division.
It’s a hidden identify not a silent voice of idolization.
I’ve watched patiently as that next great fruit loop in a world of cheerios comes to fruition. I’ve been left with spoiled milk and decayed endowment from everyone around me.
QDT would puke on what CruiserClash has become as his legacy has been besmirched by repugnant fraudsters. While those with competence and hindsight sit idly by on the outskirts of contention.
HAVOC CHANGES EVERYTHING!
The revision of the cruiserweight elites begins December twentieth. It’s a game of chance and a cultural influence upon the behavior of the cruiserweights. That locker room is controlled and contained by the head of state.
The masked executioner beheads the snake and claims the kingdom. The thrown upon which Mazy sits is the misaligned law of the realm. I reject your claim of rule and I deem you unfit and judgment is set to be carried out.
Thus far you’ve faced the dull end of the blade and now the ax swings ferocious and undeniable.
Soldado Fortuna follows the skirt of persuasion on a nightly basis towards victory. Sure it looks good in mischievous credulity but it’ll fizzle into abortion of identity. The puppet master plays with the character of disposition as he happily plays the part.
Orret the Time Bandit the fraudulent showman of deceit. I laugh at your self promotion of benign ambiguity.
Sara Pettis the Steatoda paykulliana of CruiserClash. I’ll save you the time of conducting the google search. It’s simply the false black widow. I see through the tears of your dry eyes wiped with mascara and prevarication.
I’m ripping the mask off the masquerade.
Conforming to the safety of morale standards and cultural provocation it’s not really my thing. I’ve played that theatrical role to this point in my Action Wrestling career and where has it gotten me?
Ignored by the ire of my proclaimed nemesis, J.C. Keeton.
Abandoned at the alter of championship aspirations by my misaligned partner of circumstance, CJ Phoenix.
“We understand how dangerous a mask can be. We all become what we pretend to be.” ― Patrick Rothfuss