The second coming is now upon us.
Now I am no god being brought upon the world thousands of years later. I’m not immortal. I’m more than just a normal man looking for some light amusement. I’m just doing what I’m told. I think we can all understand that now, can we? Sometimes we’re told to do what is needed for success, for some validation that what you’re doing is the right thing, for some hope that you don’t fail those who look down upon you. For me, I accept myself to be all of the above. I never want to let any of my peers down, I never want to fall at the foot of success. I never want my validation taken away from me for the sake of people trying to climb the mountain. In all honesty, there is one man worth climbing that mountain and that is me. For what reason, you might ask? Well, to be honest, I don’t have a reason but there’s one thing I don’t want to do and that is failing. Failure isn’t an option. Not anymore at least.
I think we’re all aware of the number of losses I’ve taken when it came down to what happened in the past couple of DOMINION shows, right? I’ve won one match out of three or four matches if my memory doesn’t fail me. Book One, for me, was something of an awakening. I’ve had my free trial of the place, I’ve had the chance to get a feel of what’s around me and now, it’s all about being able to catch up with those who’ve been able to walk right past me and finally put my foot down on what I should be doing- and that is succeeding. The second coming will not allow the failure of any kind, it will not allow any kinds of failure. There is a goal in mind, there is a goal set for what success will bring me and it’s that Territorial Championship. That’s the goal. That’s the end game. I’ve promised to not stop until that championship belt is in my possession. I want to give it the prestige it should deserve, I want to be able to set the standard for those who want to come and take that championship from me. I want to be the standard-bearer. I want to be The Ace.
Before I ever come close to being that, I need to set an example for those watching very closely. I know the boss, Clyde Livingston, would be confident in a man who can bring that title to such high delicacy and that is something I can do and I can keep a promise to do so. I don’t intend to make the chase for the championship a bit of a cakewalk, but I like to make sure that those who come in my way are willing to put in a good fight. I wouldn’t want to make a strong presence against people like your Alice Gamer’s or your Daniel Horror’s because, to be honest with you. I’ve tried too hard to rebuild myself back to be laughed at for being the guy that got put with them. Clyde would know better than to put me with the likes of them if he really and truly recognised some talent. So, I need to bring my A-game, and that is something people wouldn’t dare to have me.
This “six-pack challenge” is something of a delight for me, it gives me the opportunity to show everyone that I can take on and take down any and all comers who look to prove themselves of glory. Take a look at the names that want to prove something, take a look at the names that want to be something big, take a look at the list of names that come and will go. Things like this will not be taken as a joke, things like this will not be taken light-heartedly because once they come and go- they will be forgotten. They will remain at the bottom of the barrel and for those who want to stay at the bottom of the barrel- what else can I say than to watch this match closely. For five hopefuls that want to make a name for themselves are going to learn very quickly that a driven man with the heart of a lion and a fire within him that could burn the mere mortal man to death is something you do not want to cross anytime soon. Ran D Savage, Saria, Nathan Quinn, Jimmy Johnson and Amber Payne? All hopefuls but will be a subject to their own failure. Five people willing to bring a fight but are soon to realise how
Now, where shall we begin?
Amber Payne. Look at you, doing your best to look so powerful but you sound so stupid. Not for the reason that you’re a woman and you apparently shouldn’t belong here because Saria is in this match too. The American Dream Champion is a woman, the main event of the last pay-per-view was main evented by three women, and you’re going to purposely assume we’re all sexists here. You sound like such a feminist with such a quote of “because I am a woman, I shouldn’t be in the ring with such people” and you know what, you don’t belong in the ring for one simple reason, you’re probably the type to whine and complain when things don’t go your way. You’re more than likely the type of person to give up after one loss, there’s just that vibe to you when it comes to it. Your grammar is atrocious, your logic is nonsensical, there’s just this aura about you that makes me wonder what exactly are you trying to accomplish here?
Calling yourself a “Huntress” is rather pathetic if you ask me, for all the times I’ve been in and out of this business, I’ve seen some hunters in my time and every single one of them failed to make their mark quite like how you’re failing to reach that mark of being potentially good. Do you want to prove the people on this island something? Show us something we’ve never seen before other than the usual “I’m good so I know I can win” personality trait you’ve got on you because I can guarantee you one thing, Amber, it will not get you far and you need to realise that. It will not get you any further than what you might have already accomplished- if you’ve accomplished anything before in your life. I can assure you of one thing, Amber, calling yourself a “huntress” doesn’t make you sound any more different than the usual suspects who come walking right in and think that they’re going to be the stars of the show. You think you’re going to become a stalker… a hunter… a predator… but all I can see is someone that wants to act tough, wants to look tough and wants to make her point to be tough but deep down inside- she’s nothing more than an insecure little brat.
Don’t be afraid to admit it to anyone, Amber, it’s clear to see that you act like such and to be honest with you, it’ll be my pleasure to make sure I show you what you’re really like.
For Ran D Savage, there’s never been hope for the man and to be quite honest with you, he was carried by Hull Kogan as the Dumb and Dumber of the roster. Pretending as if you belong in the eighties, which is quite fucking ironic. I’ve never seen anyone get such a big popular reaction before and then hit a roadblock as big as you have, Ran D. I’ve watched you and Hull get a major fucking cult following before you even stepped into the ring. I’ve watched people get so excited when the name Ran D Savage was ever brought up. Now when people look at you, they don’t get excited anymore. When people see you, there’s no more hype. That cult following you once had, Ran D? Gone. All of it… gone. Every bit of it is gone. Nobody cares about the guy who walked around here, parading like he was supposed to be something new, cool and original when in reality you’re a fake pretender of what people forty years ago were like. Thank god you’ll be finding yourself under my boot when it’s all over, it’s about time someone put an end to the washed-up has-been of this roster.
Jimmy Johnson. What a fucking name. Jimmy Johnson.
When people speak of your name, do you know what the reception is like? You’d hope for a crowd full of cheers or boos, but no, I’ve heard nothing more than laughing. Could you ever tell me why that would happen now, Jimmy? Why that would only ever happen when your name is mentioned? Think about it, it shouldn't take long but you know, think about it for a second. Because you’re a fucking disgrace. I’ve seen comedic acts before, and the many that I’ve seen are pretty good at what they do- I’m fairly certain you’re unaware of you being a comedy act and that just makes you fucking horrific. Anytime I watch anything from you, I cringe a little and it hurts me on the inside. It really fucking hurts because I’ve to put up with this shit in a match on Saturday. Fucking amazing.
And you, Saria, oh how you’re going to hate me for everything I’ll hurt you with. Saria, the vibe I get off of you is- how do I say this… have you ever watched the new Dora The Explorer movie? If you have then perfect because you’ll get at where I’m going with this. You, Saria, act as the more mature and adult version of Dora in that movie. You’re speaking Spanish like you’re trying to tell someone who to say these words, you’re trying to teach someone not in front of you how to speak the language. It’s honestly fucking ridiculous. Oh whoops, am I not allowed to curse? I’m so fucking sorry about my fucking bullshit cursing that it probably fucking triggers you, fucking dumb cunt. I hope you don’t take that personally because I’ve got something very big to announce to you, Saria. You ready? Are you ready? This is big so I want to make sure you’re ready, okay? Okay, here we go!
Nobody fucking cares for your love.
Oh por avor, spare the pity. You’ll probably attack me for being sexist or even homophobic but guess what, Saria, not s single fucking person that gives the slightest of fucks given to see your shit cares for the fact that you are gay and getting married. You were already a bland enough bitch to deal with that annoying fucking voice of yours but now that this “announcement” which nobody was every hyped about came out- nobody has even given a singular fuck. There are no congratulations, there’s no party thrown for you, you’ve wasted my time and you’ve wasted everyone else’s time and hell, you even wasted your “fiance’s” time by finally putting some characteristics to your bland self. Now, Saria is a gay Spanish girl with no hopes or ambitions and yet still bland as before, if we’re talking about gimmicks, Saria- let me enlighten you with a simple piece of knowledge. Being “gay” isn’t a gimmick, nor is it a personality trait. Go back to the drawing board and reevaluate every single bit of detail you’ve slapped onto yourself and think for a second how fucking ridiculous you sound.
Spare me the verbal attacks on your newfound love life but you’ve given me the goods to pounce on and berate so I did just that, maybe next time you don’t give off such a bland vibe and generic feel so I wouldn’t have to say that I didn’t care at all about that bullshit.
All of this has gotten you nowhere, and in reality, it’s made me the more woke person around here because I can smell the utter horseshit around this fucking match. I hope to god that what comes my way after this is something more appropriate and more mature to my tastes. This shit is complete fuckery. I can’t wait to stand on the other side of it all with my hand raised because that means I am one step further to claim what will soon be mine and that is the Wrestleworld Territorial Championship. I’m going to be the first-ever champion, I’m going to be the unstoppable force, I am going to be The Ace of DOMINION- and nobody can fucking stop me.
Oh, and I forgot about Nathan Quinn. Well- fuck Nathan Quinn.
Not worth my precious time.
Sayonara.
Sat Dec 03, 2022 4:36 pm by 
Subject: The Second Coming 
