HWA Message Board: Piss and Vinegar

I’ll admit, I haven’t been the same since Ring Master. I thought I had a date with destiny but it looks destiny had other plans that night. I was so sure that night was my night. The culmination of ten years of blood, sweat and tears. The culmination of helping to carry this company through the doldrums of nothingness back to where it truly belonged.

I was so sure it had to be one of us. One of the few who stood by this company when no one else gave a shit about it. Not you, Maniac, and certainly not you Lunatik. Like we know already, when the going got tough, what did the tough do? What did the seemingly-most-extreme duo in wrestling history do? You ran.

The so-called New Age Psychos… the most extreme tag team in wrestling history, apparently.

A bold statement. Bullshit, but bold. You know, when a liar is knocked out, do you know what he does? He lies still… and you both have been telling a lot of lies lately.

The most extreme duo in wrestling history? Don’t make me laugh. Every tag team Maniac forms, he claims to be the most extreme, or the most violent in history. And every single time, the team shits the bed and dissolves into nothingness. You failed with Bryan Deas, you failed with your own brother. And the New Age Psychos will be no different. You think you can hold a candle to the legendary teams of old in this company? Dante’s Inferno? The Cowboys From Hell? The Smoking Aces? The Pack? Eternal Darkness? The Revolution? The Luscious Ones? Compared to them, you both barely register more than a speckle of dust in the wind. No, when push comes to shove, you’ll huff and puff for a month or two, Lunatik will grow tired and bored and he’ll leave and you’ll be alone once again, Maniac… like you always have been. Just like Wolfy, you’re full of nothing but piss and vinegar.

See, Jeremy and I? Teams outside of HWA thought they could come in and seen two young upstarts as an easy payday. Tag teams you could only wish to be on the same level as. Jay and Mark Briscoe… Guerillas of Destiny… the Lucha Brothers… the Young Bucks… the Hardy Boyz… tandems neither of you are fit to lace the boots of. But all of them left HWA with a taste of humble pie in their mouths along with a newfound respect for what they experienced stepping in the ring with Jeremy Branson and Sean Parker.

You’re both predictable, stagnant, relying on the shimmering lights from championships and accomplishments you held decades ago to shield yourselves from your own shortcomings. But not us. We see beyond that light, past all the superlatives, the bravado, the so-called achievements. And do you know what we see? Two ordinary guys who have yet to do anything of note since what? 2005? Yet, here you both are, like we should all be grateful that you’re here in HWA, that it’s your HWA, like your names should make our jaws drop. You flash your so-called reputation around like a peacock flashing its tail feathers, when really you’re both nothing but crows, cawing desperately for attention, doomed to fade into ambivalence.

See, those big names, other veterans we’ve both faced in our careers so far? Draconis, Hans, Ospreay, hell even Price. Their achievements, their accomplishments made us excited to compete against them. Not you two. That ignorance, that arrogance, that undeserved sense of accomplishment of just doing nothing more than exist epitomizes everything we despise about veterans like you f***ing disgusts us. Come Havoc, the time two for cheap talk, tortured puns and labored taunts comes to an end. Regardless of what happens, you will both know what it will feel like to ever question our abilities again.

As for you, Wolfy, some might say it’s brave of you to want to protect Michelle. Courageous even, that you’re seemingly willing to put your life on the line to protect her from Erica.

Suffice to say, I am not one of those people. Save your concern and your worry for her. Save all that talk about wanting to save Michelle if Erica attacks her. Save that bullshit excuse for guilt because it’s not yours to have, Wolfy. Michelle is not your responsibility, nor has she ever been. You’re no hero, you’re a pretender. You were so desperate to fit in here in HWA that you aligned yourself with the first cretin who broke breath to you, and now you’re suddenly willing to die for a cause that has nothing to do with you. You’re a fool, Wolfy, a poor, misguided fool on some nonsensical, self-righteous crusade. You fancy yourself some sort of knight in shining armor but that is nothing more than a man who never had his mettle truly tested.

Do me a favor, stay away from me, and more importantly? Stay away from Michelle. You had your chance to do the right thing and you choked; just like you have done since you arrived here in HWA. Now, you can do the right thing and let that guilt choke you because next time, I will.