Post by Mikko on Mar 1, 2009 2:53:11 GMT -6
28/02/2009
“I’ve been traveling back and forth from the Northern Midwest of the United States for the past three months now. In that time I have shown myself to be the most dominant individual contracted to PPW. Between putting two men on the shelf for a minimum of two weeks a piece, and making a conscious decision to side step the PPW Championship, there is nobody who can deny me as a superior competitor.
“From the first night in the company’s history, I’ve shown that I was there to do things on my own terms. I walked out on a tag team partner that was not of my choosing, and still I was advanced in a tournament for the PPW Championship. The following event saw me defeat five other men at once, only to take the fifth one and crush his hopes and dreams by kicking his testicles into the back of his head. That night I handed the reigning champion his victory on a silver platter, some champion.
“Weeks went by and I once more put on a display of overwhelming power. When I took Chris Kaladaro and damn near crushed his orbital against a steel guard rail. He didn’t see action again for weeks, and when he finally returned, nothing. Do you think he had the stones to confront me face to face and tear my body apart? The answer is no, he did not. Instead he went crying to the powers that be in demand for a match. What a real man he is.
“Then you had some idiot by the name of Deotre Jackson make the mistake of calling me a Swede. This is just something you do not do, ever! Deotre Jackson found himself defeated in one of if not the shortest match so far in PPW. Was I done? No. I had a simple point to prove, and that was that I can destroy anything I want. I find it funny that he hasn’t been seen since.
“In reference to the match I had with Chris Kaladaro. It was made into a tag team contest. One which saw that slouch of a champion, C.J. Rowell get his shoulders pinned to the mat by the boy Kaladaro himself. Had I not intervened it would have given that punk something I wasn’t about to let him have, satisfaction. Chris Kaladaro will never have the satisfaction of getting a legitimate victory over me. I would rather disqualify myself, as I did that night by putting my boot straight into the referee’s kidneys. Yet, of course, Mr Arrogant the snot nosed champion Rowell claimed to have the victory in his wing the whole time, pathetic
“As current events would have it, I am to face the very man whose testicles now have a second residence within his skull. Demetrius Burrell, the number one contender. Another reminder for you is that that was my choice. Regardless of whether or not I was contracted for that job, it was my choice. I could have breached that contract with zero penalties and crowned myself champion. The way I see it, in defeating Demetrius Burrell yet again, I would in theory have crowned myself the PPW champion for the second time.
“The truth of it is, nobody holds a true victory over me. Not Demetrius Burrell, not Chris Kaladaro, not C.J. Rowell, nobody! I am the pinnacle of dominance in PPW, and nobody will ever take that away from me. Especially not that sniveling bastard David Thompson, who just as all American journalists do, he adds his own personal twist to his reports. No, he hasn’t slipped under the radar, and I won’t let him. I will make him suffer by forcing him to continue to report about what an unstoppable force I am. As Mike Tyson said, I’m gonna’ fuck you ‘till you love me.
“This also goes for Derek Shanahan. Who as the head of the company has done nothing to show any sign of leadership. He came crying to me at the end of a show trying to intimidate me into easing up on the so called talent. I waved a piece of paper in his face, he turned red and ran off like a scared schoolgirl. I’m the boss of PPW, or so it would seem.
“About the only man I’ve seen worth noting is Heatwave. He has shown, as I have, nothing but the utmost intent for success. And we have, in an unofficial way, joined forces to prove just that. Not in the tag team division of course, but against anybody who dares to cross our paths. Be it Kaladaro, Shanahan, J.C. Mason, C.J. Rowell, Demetrius Burrell, David Thompson or any other one of these hack jobs they call wrestlers. We, I will destroy them all. At my own will and when I please. You can do nothing but sit, watch and enjoy every second of it.
“One last thing I have to say. Chris Kaladaro, we’re two cards away from this big supershow. I know you’re anticipating a match with me. I want you to think about something as we approach that day. Everything you do, you do because I allowed it. I allowed you to walk away the night I smashed your face. Do you remember what I said to you when I did it? Think long and hard about that one, and spare me your meek dramatic speeches about trying to end your career. If I wanted to, I would have. Good luck with Rowell, punk.
“Burrell, I’m sure you’ll catch wind of all this some way or another. I’ll see you on March 1st. Bring everything you have to this one. You’re going to need it to survive.”
Sincerely,
J.J. Halme
“I’ve been traveling back and forth from the Northern Midwest of the United States for the past three months now. In that time I have shown myself to be the most dominant individual contracted to PPW. Between putting two men on the shelf for a minimum of two weeks a piece, and making a conscious decision to side step the PPW Championship, there is nobody who can deny me as a superior competitor.
“From the first night in the company’s history, I’ve shown that I was there to do things on my own terms. I walked out on a tag team partner that was not of my choosing, and still I was advanced in a tournament for the PPW Championship. The following event saw me defeat five other men at once, only to take the fifth one and crush his hopes and dreams by kicking his testicles into the back of his head. That night I handed the reigning champion his victory on a silver platter, some champion.
“Weeks went by and I once more put on a display of overwhelming power. When I took Chris Kaladaro and damn near crushed his orbital against a steel guard rail. He didn’t see action again for weeks, and when he finally returned, nothing. Do you think he had the stones to confront me face to face and tear my body apart? The answer is no, he did not. Instead he went crying to the powers that be in demand for a match. What a real man he is.
“Then you had some idiot by the name of Deotre Jackson make the mistake of calling me a Swede. This is just something you do not do, ever! Deotre Jackson found himself defeated in one of if not the shortest match so far in PPW. Was I done? No. I had a simple point to prove, and that was that I can destroy anything I want. I find it funny that he hasn’t been seen since.
“In reference to the match I had with Chris Kaladaro. It was made into a tag team contest. One which saw that slouch of a champion, C.J. Rowell get his shoulders pinned to the mat by the boy Kaladaro himself. Had I not intervened it would have given that punk something I wasn’t about to let him have, satisfaction. Chris Kaladaro will never have the satisfaction of getting a legitimate victory over me. I would rather disqualify myself, as I did that night by putting my boot straight into the referee’s kidneys. Yet, of course, Mr Arrogant the snot nosed champion Rowell claimed to have the victory in his wing the whole time, pathetic
“As current events would have it, I am to face the very man whose testicles now have a second residence within his skull. Demetrius Burrell, the number one contender. Another reminder for you is that that was my choice. Regardless of whether or not I was contracted for that job, it was my choice. I could have breached that contract with zero penalties and crowned myself champion. The way I see it, in defeating Demetrius Burrell yet again, I would in theory have crowned myself the PPW champion for the second time.
“The truth of it is, nobody holds a true victory over me. Not Demetrius Burrell, not Chris Kaladaro, not C.J. Rowell, nobody! I am the pinnacle of dominance in PPW, and nobody will ever take that away from me. Especially not that sniveling bastard David Thompson, who just as all American journalists do, he adds his own personal twist to his reports. No, he hasn’t slipped under the radar, and I won’t let him. I will make him suffer by forcing him to continue to report about what an unstoppable force I am. As Mike Tyson said, I’m gonna’ fuck you ‘till you love me.
“This also goes for Derek Shanahan. Who as the head of the company has done nothing to show any sign of leadership. He came crying to me at the end of a show trying to intimidate me into easing up on the so called talent. I waved a piece of paper in his face, he turned red and ran off like a scared schoolgirl. I’m the boss of PPW, or so it would seem.
“About the only man I’ve seen worth noting is Heatwave. He has shown, as I have, nothing but the utmost intent for success. And we have, in an unofficial way, joined forces to prove just that. Not in the tag team division of course, but against anybody who dares to cross our paths. Be it Kaladaro, Shanahan, J.C. Mason, C.J. Rowell, Demetrius Burrell, David Thompson or any other one of these hack jobs they call wrestlers. We, I will destroy them all. At my own will and when I please. You can do nothing but sit, watch and enjoy every second of it.
“One last thing I have to say. Chris Kaladaro, we’re two cards away from this big supershow. I know you’re anticipating a match with me. I want you to think about something as we approach that day. Everything you do, you do because I allowed it. I allowed you to walk away the night I smashed your face. Do you remember what I said to you when I did it? Think long and hard about that one, and spare me your meek dramatic speeches about trying to end your career. If I wanted to, I would have. Good luck with Rowell, punk.
“Burrell, I’m sure you’ll catch wind of all this some way or another. I’ll see you on March 1st. Bring everything you have to this one. You’re going to need it to survive.”
Sincerely,
J.J. Halme