Post by misspark on Oct 31, 2015 23:01:11 GMT
Musings of the Great Dane Bitch
As I sit here in my home in Florida, painted up for a party later today before I fly out to Japan for the next show, I have a few thoughts on my mind that I am going to deliver in a highly opinionated, yet correct, tone of text. None of my Viking stuff that some of you might expect, but it has come to my attention that our business is diluted more and more by people wanting to play nice with their friends. The main revelation of this was the match last week between Candi and Junko of Team PRD.
This is a business where you are paid to kick ass and take names. If you happen to face a friend or a loved one, then you fight and treat it purely as fucking business. You don't take matters into your own hands, you follow the black and white of your contract. And if I see that bullshit done once more in a Seishin ring by anyone, then I'll drag your ass into wrestlers court and hit you with a prosecution that will make you wish you'd done the match and make that pay cut hurt you a lot more.
Merlot Ayano has the right of it, this is meant to be a Gods Damned Joshi Puroresu company, not some idol group where we all dance in cute outfits, we are paid to beat the Hel out of one another. I don't have to like Merlot or her ideals, but I can damn sure say this: She has my respect because of what she seeks. That respect however, isn't going to stop me kneeing her in the face or kicking her so hard that her relatives (all five hundred of them) will be dizzy from the proximity of it.
I still have no damn clue about eNigma, I don't know what that crap in her video was all about, it was confusing as hell as to how it had any relevance to what myself or Merlot said. There will be no Wrestlers Court on that, you can consider this a private prosecution against her, with the sentence being a triage of Superkicks to cure any aches and pains by taking her mind off them because of the contusions formed from the impact of each kick that impacts. Floating ribs, knees, thighs, isn't just the jaw that's a valid target for a Superkick. And no one is going to get in my way of that sentence. Merlot knows, and if she doesn't, she will do the hard way, that my private prosecution is Devils Advocate.
When I step into that ring, I will be the Judge, Jury and Executioner. I will show everyone in the company that it doesn't matter who they are, my will and word is law, and those who dispute it will pay a blood debt. Just remember that when you see Merlot and eNigma iced up and covered in welts.
As I sit here in my home in Florida, painted up for a party later today before I fly out to Japan for the next show, I have a few thoughts on my mind that I am going to deliver in a highly opinionated, yet correct, tone of text. None of my Viking stuff that some of you might expect, but it has come to my attention that our business is diluted more and more by people wanting to play nice with their friends. The main revelation of this was the match last week between Candi and Junko of Team PRD.
This is a business where you are paid to kick ass and take names. If you happen to face a friend or a loved one, then you fight and treat it purely as fucking business. You don't take matters into your own hands, you follow the black and white of your contract. And if I see that bullshit done once more in a Seishin ring by anyone, then I'll drag your ass into wrestlers court and hit you with a prosecution that will make you wish you'd done the match and make that pay cut hurt you a lot more.
Merlot Ayano has the right of it, this is meant to be a Gods Damned Joshi Puroresu company, not some idol group where we all dance in cute outfits, we are paid to beat the Hel out of one another. I don't have to like Merlot or her ideals, but I can damn sure say this: She has my respect because of what she seeks. That respect however, isn't going to stop me kneeing her in the face or kicking her so hard that her relatives (all five hundred of them) will be dizzy from the proximity of it.
I still have no damn clue about eNigma, I don't know what that crap in her video was all about, it was confusing as hell as to how it had any relevance to what myself or Merlot said. There will be no Wrestlers Court on that, you can consider this a private prosecution against her, with the sentence being a triage of Superkicks to cure any aches and pains by taking her mind off them because of the contusions formed from the impact of each kick that impacts. Floating ribs, knees, thighs, isn't just the jaw that's a valid target for a Superkick. And no one is going to get in my way of that sentence. Merlot knows, and if she doesn't, she will do the hard way, that my private prosecution is Devils Advocate.
When I step into that ring, I will be the Judge, Jury and Executioner. I will show everyone in the company that it doesn't matter who they are, my will and word is law, and those who dispute it will pay a blood debt. Just remember that when you see Merlot and eNigma iced up and covered in welts.
