Post by Frost on Apr 29, 2017 16:59:17 GMT -5
Wanna hear a joke?
I’m being serious here stopping the slaughter and allowing laughter for the moment.
Good. Now I have to admit the joke’s an old one but it still gets a few chuckles.
Ready?
PAUL FROST.
How about Paul Frost GREATEST Wrestler of all time?
Maybe, Paul Frost WGWF Champion.
Nah, instead Paul Frost WGWF Champion LONGER than a week?
Too unrealistic that one was, right? Thought so but this, this is the ONE.
Frost is God.
That’s the one, that’s the gut buster, the pants wetter the joke that will bring tears to your eyes. In fact I can still hear those countless un-washed, unworthy and most of all unimportant lambs being lead to their own slaughter continuing to laugh in the face of FACTS. Fact is that “joke” becomes TRUTH soon enough, for those who believe its truth that time cannot come soon enough but to those who laugh and doubt the time of MY revelation and their extinction will NEVER end.
The question is why? Why I’m I a God? I think it’s time I tell that truth, I think it’s time you hear it from my lips, I think it’s time the word of God finally washes away any and all doubt of why I am who I say I am. It’s time that you hear it from me not my followers, not my allies and not the victims whom I continue to leave in the wake of my truth.
The definition of insanity is “Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”
Ladies and Gentlemen I’ve been legally insane for close to a decade now and if you’re wondering if my insanity is indeed related to the simple fact that I’ve been here for ten years than congratulations heathens you share the same brain power of that of a pet rock. Be that as it may I’m not here for insults instead I’m allowing for insight into the Almighty so allow me to continue. It’s true though ten years in fact my first WrestleWar’s happened back in 2007; the WGWF was still growing then. I can still remember the smell, that smell of an empty arena seconds before the doors open. From the smell of black powder singeing your nostrils after a firework test to the sweet smell of success I was planning on inhaling like a crack addict in the main event. I stood in that ring in the middle of the HP Arena in San Jose and envisioned my hand raised high, I could feel the weight of the WGWF Championship hanging around my waist and most of all cutting through the echoing sounds of silence I could hear my name announced victorious echoing towards the heavens above as champion. I think I had a smile on my face then because I knew I was going to be great that night because there would be nobody BETTER than me.
I was wrong.
There would be somebody better not just on that night but night after night it would seem there was always somebody better than me. Chris Page, MDK, James Raven, Donovan Nichols, Jocelyn Camden, Hunter, Kyle Shane, Mic Ferrari hell even Terry Borden joined that list. Day after day, month after month and year after year of utter failure, the type of failure best compared to a flesh eating disease it’s starts out as a tiny cut no bother but soon enough that disease begins to eat away at you, the wound becomes deeper and more infected with each moment, then the pain begins as it eats away deeper and deeper at your very soul, it’s a burning without an end which eventually leaves you numb to the touch as you lie there helpless to do anything as this disease, as these failures finally consume whatever remains mind, body and soul. I had that disease, I knew failure like an intimate lover because it was the only thing that ever clung to me, I wore cancer instead of a championship.
Now eventually this cancer, these failures should causes a man to give pause and reflect to find out what to change. Not me. Not Paul Frost. Not Perfection. Not the Child Killer. Not the X-Dub Executioner. Not the Hall of Fame’er. Not the God of Gold.
Damn I’ve had a shit ton of nicknames.
Any way’s I refused to take pause instead I did what any first world child of Christian parents did I prayed. I actually believed with every fiber of my being then that I had a secret, invisible and immortal protector on my side. A heavenly being whose only mission in life was to protect me from harm, cure me from sickness and grant me EVERYTHING I would ever want all this in exchange for a few nice words before bed. Now that I say it out loud it sounds just as pathetic I as remember it was, my faith placed in an imaginary friend. It’s downright retarded but I did it anyways, every day too hell even twice on Sunday’s. Before and after a match I got down on bended knees, looked up and shouted at the top of my lungs……..
“Please God help me”
“Oh Lord BLESS me your faithful and humble servant”
“Give me the strength God to defeat my opponent in your name”
“Please JUST ONE, JUST ONE WIN PLEASE GOD HEAR ME”
“I’ll do anything. Feed the hungry, shelter the homeless, cure the sick. I’ll do anything for you Lord. Please just do this one favor for me. Grant me a victory.”
“It’s not much God just three seconds. Please Lord give me the strength to keep his shoulder’s down for three seconds.”
“Why? Why do I even bother anymore? My knees are raw, my hands tremble and my voice all but lost to a painful whisper but still, still I reach out and beg for you oh Lord. Please do not abandon me, do not leave me in the dark, allow me to follow you into victory. Quench my thirst with just a sip of victory please Oh Lord hear my prayer and heal my heart.”
Certainly not my proudest moments nor would they be my most profitable either, see my prayers, my cries for help, my shouts for salvation were never answered let alone granted. It was the salt in my spiritual wound, everything I had ever put my faith in was gone. I stopped praying. I turned my back on faith, on God. I was alone, left to wander in the darkness, left to rot physically and spiritually. From the burning desires of championship glory at twenty now just seven years later I stood here as a bitter old man, my only desire in life was finding those with any sort of hope, faith or success in their lives and like a leach attaching myself and sucking dry their happiness. Misery loves company and I wanted an army of despair to share MY despair to prove there would NEVER be anybody better than me because we would ALL be failures. I was selfish and I failed nobody joined my army instead they just further buried me in darkness. So how did I become the light of the world? How did I know I was God?
I looked down.
There’s an old story and I’m sure everyone’s heard it a thousand times before about meeting God on a beach and you ask where he was all your life? God replies right beside you since the beginning. You look down on this beach and see only one set of foot prints, angered you shout LIAR towards the Lord himself. However upon a further glance you see these foot prints aren’t yours. In fact you haven’t made a single one that’s when you realize you haven’t walked a foot because God’s been carrying you this entire time. So I looked down and I saw one set of foot prints and upon a further glance they were MY foot prints and unlike the story where God usually walks you to the promise land. My foot prints were in the shape of a never ending circle, around and around they went………
The definition of insanity is “Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”
I had my “Coming to God” moment in that instant I knew why God never answered my prayers. Because they weren’t prayer’s, they were the ramblings of a lost prophet, I was asking myself to save me. God was praying to himself, I was praying to myself and never got answer because the Lord needs not the blessing of himself but the BELIEF that HIS vision and HIS wisdom are the laws of the land. MY word is truth because it comes from GOD’S mouth, MY mouth. It was the feeling of absolute joy and euphoric feelings washed over me, the darkness that had once consumed my life instantly vanished replaced with the brightest and warmest of lights which I created. I became the light of the world and instantly I could feel the weight of the world fall onto my shoulders and I carried it with ease for I created the world and all those who live in it. Because no longer did I considered myself the greatest wrestler no, instead all those who considered themselves great had ME, GOD, FROST to thank. From Chris Page to Jocelyn Camden and everyone in-between, everyone past, present and future in this company in MY company the only way to be great is if GOD allowed it. However my revelation and spiritual awakening had come far too late. I was a shell of what a God should have been; my words worthless, my actions easily dismissed and my reputation was that of a running joke that should have ended ages ago. I was a God in an Atheists world, I didn’t exist simply I was nothing and could do nothing. Once this company was the light of the world, once it was a luscious paradise for pro-wrestling where the best once resided courtesy of God myself, not knowing I had control I lost it just as quickly and became nothing more than the holiest of witness’s to watch Eden burn by the hand of both the worthy and unworthy, together they destroyed the miracle of God’s gifts and took for themselves.
“Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer”
Not to sound like an arrogant dick from the heaven above but I, Frost I’m the best man who ever lived. None of you believer or not has any right to experience less affliction than I did. If you experience less, it is by MY mercy. You all don’t deserve the peaceful lives you’ve had. They are merciful gifts. For I was afflicted here from the very beginning. My debut was scandalous riddled with deceit, betrayal and blasphemers around every corner. My return was threatened and hated by the political powers. To add insult to injury I had to become a refugee in my own company as the worthless and dregs of the wrestling world invading my shores and defiled MY Eden. Much like those repulsive refugees of today tearing away at the fabric of a civilized society allowing these maggots to fester deep into their ways of life and allowing their worthless offspring to hatch and then devour them from the inside out like that same flesh eating diseases of failure I spoke of earlier. Those so called “leaders” of their “respected” people like myself before then have FAILED their citizens and countries. However this time I am neither a president nor a patriot I am the Almighty, I am a God who will NOT stand by and watch once again as MY paradise fell into the hands of savages. Eden wasn’t lost instead it was pissed upon by those who thought they were the better men and women but NONE shall be better than God and their pride would impoverish paradise until it withered and became a waste land. And so it went until I was accused of sedition against Powers That Be and Paper Champions I was then crucified with broken limbs and left out to rot like the Eden I had once tended to.
Those savages weren’t satisfied with God just watching and crying as this returning hero who thought he was the white knight riding in to save the damsel in distress was totally and utterly destroyed by the most glorious bastard there ever was. I had returned home only to see it burned and it’s foundation crumbling as sitting on top was a crack house with her trapped inside and despite by best effort to reclaim Eden she was lost I just didn’t know it yet. But they showed me, those savages after robbing me of MY crown felt entitled to feast upon a pound of my flesh, entitled to drink my blood as if it were cheap wine and then allowed to defecate all over my legacy. Dragging me into the center of my ring and making me bear witness to the constant and brutal RAPE of my company, once the definition of absolute beauty reduced to a gutter slut on her best days. I watch as champion after champion came and went, each getting their jollies off, each taking a turn ravaging her insides and each getting a turn to beat her until she bled. I can still feel her warm blood turn icy cold the moment it pooled around the side of my face, I choked on it and cried into it after I was broken and left for dead out in the wilderness
Strange things can happen when you find yourself all alone out in the wilderness. You hear voices. Whispering voices. You see mirages. Weird hallucinations. But out there in the wilderness – alone – it is often the place where God calls you by name in this case though I could hear many calling for God, crying out for me.
“I have seen the misery of my people . . . I have heard them crying out . . . I know how much they are suffering . . . I have come down to rescue them . . . “
At least that’s what I desire to do it doesn’t mean I’ll do it though because deep down in my heart of hearts I know I can’t, God can’t save his people because I’m not God’s person. I’m just God. A man needs to be the one to save God’s people for he himself is one of mine. I know that now this has nor will ever be my story.
Do not think that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I have not come to bring peace, but a sword. For I have come to set a man against his father, and a daughter against her mother, and a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law. And a person’s enemies will be those of his own household. Success and Championship’s should have never been the measuring stick for MY happiness because it would never be enough, my desire’s solely rest upon setting up those who have faith in God, have faith in Frost to guide them towards their destinies within MY ring. That’s now where my joy is allowed to live forever in the hearts of those worthy of MY blessing, those worthy of MY strength and most of all those worthy of MY victory bestowed upon them rewarding their faith and gifts into a Hall of Fame career. It’s no longer my job to write the story of success instead I’ll provide the pages for the faithful to document their journey and give thanks along the way.
So far I have raised an army, a group of talented and faithful servants from Horsemen to my own Mary Magdalene whose legitimacy was forged in the hellfire and sealed with the blood of those foolish enough to stand against me. Like a kite caught in a hurricane they NEVER stood any chance of beating US, beating the faithful and while I could not be more proud of Kenneth, Velvet and Ryan all whom have been steadfast in their faith towards me, towards God. It fills my heart with endless joy and love to see those three stand above all other’s as they shout MY glory day and night. Despite having those unwashed, unworthy and unfaithful masses soon to become just the massacred. It saddens and sickens me to watch as MY followers, MY brothers and sisters but most of all and I know this is going to sound ridicules coming from me but it pains me to see MY children, yes MY children suffer at the hands of these sinners. From insults to assault’s MY children continue to pay for the sins of their Holy Father but that saying of “the Sins of the Father are inherited by his son’s and daughter’s” like this federation is quickly coming to an end. MY children are OFF LIMITS, their only crime is trying to follow MY word, follow MY example. Their crime is trying to be like me, like God and THAT isn’t a crime it will however be their CROWNING achievement when they join me in the kingdom of heaven overlooking the second Eden, OUR Eden will be tended to by MY children who will use the fertilizer of the unfaithful to grow a garden than will forever shine bright and BETTER than the original.
However while MY children will tend to the garden, first I need someone else to lead the way; I need a king to rule but a warrior to win this war and I cannot win THAT’s the true word of God. That’s been the fate of Frost since the day I stepped foot into this company but I should clarify because after May the first I will have becoming the GREATEST winner in the history of MY company because it will have returned back to me, back to God because despite what you might have heard otherwise God does indeed pick a side in war I pick MY side, I choose to slaughter the unfaithful and deliver the faithful towards Eden however I can’t do that alone. As much as I love my children in this case blind faith in God will FAIL the Lord. See I need somebody who doesn’t look up towards the heavens and pledges their faith to me. No I instead need somebody who looks across from me, I need somebody who in some cases actually looks down at me, I need somebody willing to put their faith in me with hesitation, I need somebody whom I can put MY faith in.
I need and found MY Warrior King.
M . D . K
MDK is that warrior and most of all MDK will become that king to forever reign in Eden under MY will. I’m sure everyone already has a theory here, take away the biblical importance of this contest and strip away my so called “God” complex and what many will see is a desperate man doing desperate things and your right, desperate times call for the most desperate of measures and the most dangerous men are the ones who are the most desperate to crawl out of the gutter and return to glory. I was that man, I was desperate but I was only desperate to save myself. This time, this time I’m still desperate, I’m still in that gutter however I’m not looking to return myself to glory I’m looking to return EVERYONE ELSE to glory instead of I. No longer does gold grant me glory instead it’s I who will grant a few gold which will lead to MY company’s glory and true resurrection into greatness and the true king who will lead that charge is a man, a man I failed years ago. A man who I turned away from because I was weak and worthless, I turned a thousand blind eyes to you MDK, I became deaf to your distress and became a willingly conspirator to your condemnation. There aren’t any apologizes I could offer for a million lifetimes that would express my deepest shame and beg for your forgiveness because you can’t nor can I expect you to. For I am the prodigal son who will never return home, instead I have gone out and built a kingdom but shall never wear it’s crown because I know of one who shall always be SUPERIOR to myself, YOU MDK have and will be MY superior and the kingdom that I have built is for you and for those who follow you and for those who have faith in me. So thank you MDK, from the bottom of my heart no matter how black it’s become over time it still beats and still rejoices in knowing that you will take ahold of the crown once again and wear it with pride and glory for all time. Why? His career is a Hall of Fame HIT LIST that’s MDK legacy, the unstoppable force in which he leaves his victims lying and his championships mounting. Honestly this Warrior King in all honesty never really needed my help without a doubt I need and will cherish his because honestly if this match were a one on one affair that his ruthlessness, his resolve and most of all his redemption would be enough in just his left nut sack let alone his soul to slaughter and brutally beat, bludgeon and break that false profit into nothing more than his very own prison bitch who he’ll happily set him down on both knees and decapitate the head of demon and reclaim the throne all in record time.
However that won’t happen. His path to glory doesn’t run through a false profit instead he’ll pin the true and rightful champion, MDK will beat God come WrestleWar’s. Slater will still be that fatten calf left to bleed out but I will be the one to fall, mercifully and without question once that blasphemer has finally succumb to the realization of his extinction I will then kneel down on bended knee in the middle of that same ring I stood in almost a decade ago and on that same event I will finally enjoy that sweet smell of success, I will relish when my shoulders are pinned and I will faithfully cheer along when HIS name is echoed towards the heavens as champion. A Triple Threat Match ensures GOD’S will, MY will be done come WrestleWar’s and finally faith shall be rewarded on all fronts. While this company played checkers crowning worthless kings and queens, I have been engaged in a game of chess for the highest of steaks and finally after years of sacrifice, suffering and humiliation salvation is at hand, finally the pieces are in place and CHECKMATE is at hand all that has to happen is for the pawn to move so that the LAST king will fall, I will fall. MDK is the sword of salivation but it will be my hands guiding him to slay God, to slay the RIGHTFUL World Champion and take NOT that tainted crown Slater wears which has always rested as crooked as he on his head for all this time. Instead MY blood will forge a new crown, for the new and true king for MDK will leave WrestleWar’s not as just the new WGWF Champion, not just as a “King Slayer” instead he’ll leave as Noah did all those years ago after the flood, after the wrath of God on all mankind, MDK and the faithful will leave WrestleWar’s on the shores of a new Eden with a just and merciful God’s blessing.
“A time to be born and a time to die”
I’ve talked for too long about the death of this company, I’ve drowned in a desire to finally see death unleashed upon those who raped her, those who made her cry out in pain and for those who stood there and did NOTHING about it. For those of you who know not of who I speak of all you need to do is look all around you. See those ropes? That’s her. See those championships? That’s her. See that smile on a child’s face. That’s her, that’s always been her. See your own smile in the mirror before your music hit. Yep her again.
She has and was the WGWF since 2007.
However lately that smile has been slowly fading away, slowly happiness turned from beauty to a repulsive, disfigured and grotesque appearance. She’s hidden herself away because NOTHING can ever bring back what she once was, nobody cared what she looked like anymore instead they only cared about one thing. What could they take from her. HER. Who unlike me had given so much for so little in return. Even when I was at my worst. She was there for me. This company sheltered me for as long as it could. In return I never forgot to repay her for still looking at me with respect. Just a smile. Just a nod. Just an acknowledgment of her importance of her dignity. Which she had. Until she lost her looks and evidently everything else. No longer were their gentlemen in her home.
They were rapists instead.
In today’s world the word rape no longer carries with it the weight of its destructive power. No longer do any of us shutter at its pronunciation, we no longer turn away when we hear it on the news and because of “Law & Order” we now think it all ends in just under an hour with a happy ending for most. That didn’t happen here, SHE was never anyone’s concern, she was never shown compassion and the only time she was ever turned was on her back so that somebody more worthless could get their chance at riding the village bicycle and afterwards after they disappointed her time after time they would usually kick the tires the last pathetic display of disrespect they could show but her beauty was already gone, they were just kicking her to remind her of it. They stopped looking all together and forced her to wear a bag with the picture of a beautiful woman on the front just so they could feel better about what they did to her next.
There I was. Always coming to the rescue too little too late. All I could do was comfort her and look at all the good that did. I never stood up for her. I never fought for her. Always for myself. Always Failing. Now I can’t fail. Now I will do what I should have done years ago. No longer does she need comfort. Now she need’s God. She needs to go home. She needs to die.
The ramblings to some these last few months talking about the END of one company and the beginnings of anther all culminate May the first because I will not be the only King to fall, the Queen will also fall, she’ll fall right into my arms, into the arms of the Almighty. She’ll finally be comforted. My hands gently stroking her cheeks will feel like the gentle rains soothing and parching the desert set ablaze with shame will final feel relief by God’s hands. She’ll look up and instead of look of disgust she’ll gaze upon a vision of love. I loved this place. I loved this woman. However seconds of love will never heal years of scars. But it’s only the beginning. She’ll be well on her way towards an eternity of God’s love. However I. I alone will carry the burden of not letting her rest sooner. I should have shown mercy. Instead I showed malice and allowed her to wither away instead of giving her peace. I only helped prolong the war which inflected upon her endless suffering.
I’m sorry.
But it’s over now. MDK will beat God. God will kill HER.
I will finally lay her down to rest. It will be God who will watch as the last glimmer of light leaves her eyes as my hands gently crush her throat. She’ll be free. She will take her place among the kingdom of heaven and rejoice in eternal glory. Her legacy will last forever. For this is not the story of MY resurrection. It’s the beginnings of a new Eden. Crafted in her image. Where the smiles of faithful will always add to her legacy. For you see the crown MDK wears is NOT the prize that we seek. He’ll wear the crown so that his hands are free to take her hand in his. She’ll grow with him. She’ll learn from him. He’ll learn to love her. He’ll keep her safe. She’ll have other protectors. The crown will pass to the next. Each with God’s blessing to keep her safe.
She is the daughter of the WGWF, she is the re-birth, she is the legacy of 2007 and the beginnings of God’s Eden. WGWF 2017 and beyond.
“You Exist Only To Prove God’s Glory”
Tristan.
I really don’t think it will do either of us any good here with me trying to enlighten you to where you fit in this biblical brawl. You wouldn’t know the word of God if it latterly took the shape of the most voluptuous woman you ever saw in your wildest dreams. And this woman, this naked woman as the word of God leaped up and sat on top of your head you probably couldn’t even find her pussy let alone satisfy it. That’s why the word of God is wasted on you.
Maybe you’re gay.
Not that I’m here to insult or question your sexuality I think we’ve ALL moved past that in 2017. No Tristan believe it or not I actually owe you the same “Thank You” I offered to MDK earlier you to have played your role perfectly. Yes I said role. Although it’s not like I’m some sort of genius or master manipulator in all of this. Sure while certain things were planned you certainly were NOT. It goes without saying I had a plan, I’ve always had a plan but I never planned for in my honest opinion one of the worst people I’ve ever has the displeasure of working with become the center piece to my manifest destiny. Even God sometimes works in mysterious ways but for a while you baffled me, hell you broke my arm but in the end I will not only have finally buried the DEAD company, not only will have bestowed the crown on a TRUE Champion but most of all Tristan I’ll probably jerk off to the sheer fact I BEAT you and everyone like you who has ever doubted God. You actually remind me of a story Tristan the relationship between you and I, see if you can guess who you are.
“Moses and Jesus are playing golf. Moses steps up to the tee and hits a beautiful shot 250 yards straight down the middle of the fairway. Jesus steps up to the tee and hooks the ball into the trees. Jesus looks up into the heavens, raises his arms. Suddenly the sky darkens. A thunderclap rings out. Rain pours down and a stream rises among the trees. The golf ball, floating on top, finds its way into the mouth of a fish. Then a bird flies down and takes the fish and the ball out over the green, drops it in the cup for a hole in one. Jesus turns to Moses with a satisfied grin. And Moses says…….
"Look, you want to play golf or you want to fuck around?"
This is where we’re at Tristan, there really is NOTHING you can do to stop me like the story above your just a mere mortal trying to box with God and when you think you have a chance a KING a Warrior King will be there to cut your nuts off and then the real fun can begin. I guess in a way I now know how all those “greats” felt all those years ago when they faced the old me, when they faced a God too afraid to realize he was one. Gotta say I get the feeling this smile eventually wears off after the fifth win but for now I’ll sit back and enjoy it, I’ll also finally enjoy hearing the absolute worthless and empty threats you’ll spew like I used to. Like a rat on a sinking ship you’ll cling to anything to stay afloat, like the lies you’ll tell as if they were the bold face truth about how the odds are in your favor, how myself and MDK will turn on one another, how I can’t be trusted, yada yada yada Tristan believe me when I say I’m the only man on the face of my own earth that can fully appreciate your circumstance hate to break it to you “champ.” All anybody else will hear are just the ramblings of champion down to his FINAL days and that will be……
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IT WILL BE ABOUT FUCKING TIME!
It's about time people stopped laughing at God and wet themselves at the absolute joke that’s been running his bitch ass mouth these last few months. You go on and on about being at your “BEST” after beating the ‘BEST” this federation has ever have to offer, news flash junior this place is a MORGUE at best you beating off cadavers at this point especially since the “best ever” have long since passed their expiration date. But you did, you did have the chance to prove to the world you could do something; you could finally fight the faithful, MY faithful and what happened? All that talk. All those insults and most of all your pride. Caused you to a pick a fight you could NEVER win because Tristan you CAN’T beat ME nor can you even defeat a simple group of two supposed “Has-Beens” and three “Never Will Bees” but yet here we stand after BEATING your worthless inbreed and a tag team who huff’s better than they puff these days. Basically you had your chance to prove US wrong and like this upcoming Monday night you’ll FAIL once again. Now I’m sure you’ll try and justify the “loss” because of LACK of effort on your end, you’ll call me “lucky” and say that it’s on me to prove how strong my faction is and all that BS that people seem not only to agree with but dink it right up and like it. What I’m going to love Slater is watching you choke on all that shit you’ve been spewing like you actually mattered, like this Hall of Fame “induction” as it’s “head liner” makes you worthy of holding my jock strap. It doesn’t. This induction means about as much as it did when Nick Ryan was “inducted” back in 2012 it was a joke then and an even bigger joke now because of what it represents the last gasp of a dying federation ready to die and just before it does like in the real world, the body extrudes any remaining waste in its pants thus the 2017 Hall of Fame class was born.
Please though Tristan enjoy the moment, get one last look at the stolen championship you’ve been carrying around like some kind fan boy thinking you too can be called “champion” because you have a fancy new belt. Wrong. Hell I may be right but you’ll never tell will ya Tristan? Nah because I’ve been there, granted I haven’t been there as long as you have since usually a REAL champion always came around and took back what was there’s but I know deep down you don’t really think your worthy of being called Champion. Now you can deny it all you like in fact I’m counting on it. Because that’s what I did in your place, I lied so many times to myself I started believing it. Just how you’re going to lie to yourself when you proudly pronounce yourself as the man who will leave WrestleWar’s STILL WGWF Champion but you won’t. You’ve got ZERO chance of walking away at all let alone with stolen property Tristan. MDK and I are going to finish what we started back in that cell with you, trapped between a King and a God and you in the middle of the biggest, best and bloodiest ass kicking that will christen MY company, your blood was promised to thirst the earth and will it, your bones ground to dust to feed the soil and out from the carcass known as Tristan Slater will arise God’s glorious second Eden, so maybe you should be inducted into the Hall not for what you stole or which cripple you pinned but perhaps you’ve earn that Hall of Fame induction for……
“BEST FERTILIZER”
In order to grow MY company again, Tristan that’s all you’ll ever accomplish the best bag of shit whoever got the shit kicked out of it. You really believe you’ve made something of yourself? You truly believe this “New Breed” is this company’s salivation and most of all you think you’re better than me. You’re not; you’re only here for once reason to LOSE period. End of discussion Tristan you exist because God allows it, you only run your mouth because God wants it and most of all your only breathing because I tolerate it from a career stand point, the air is thin at the top and you’re at the top Tristan. You get to experience the kingdom, MY kingdom of heaven first hand before I kick your sorry ass back out, battered, bloody and broken but not buried no for you see Slater once the crown has been lifted off your worthless corpse and placed upon the head of the TRUE king and ruler of Eden then God, I cease to exist in this form and move onto another gone will be my disdain for this company, vanished will be my vengeance and lifted will be my wrath. Replaced with a just and merciful God who will see fit to keep you and your freak on a leash alive and well OUTSIDE Eden, brought in from time to time in order to beat the shit out of to remind all those believers that just in case they think they can stand against God, it has always been in their nature to live on bended knees than to stand and die on when it comes to challenging me. Monday marks the END of you Tristan no longer do I need you to exist because I will have already finally put to rest any and all remaining credibility or legitimacy you have ever had if any.
Let's start over.
And this time, disabuse yourself of the idea that this is a conversation between equals where I make an argument, you make a counterargument, and we agree to disagree.
It’s over, you’re a dead man your body just doesn’t know it yet. You’ll walk in and get wheeled out and there is NOTHING, absolutely NOTHING you can say or so that will change any of our fates. So please take the time and spend as much as you can on being happy with what you have and what you stole because THIS all this is as good as it gets for you Tristan, the HIGHLIGHT of your career is coming to an end and the twilight is just starting. I’ll be at the Hall and I’ll be the first to give you a standing ovation for being brave enough to read your own obituary in front of the world because after Monday night your career will be a good as dead and your grave dug by the hands of God. Those same hands that back in 2012 reached into the filth and pulled you out of one dying company and into and Eden which you will be the last to ever hurt again. I gave you life, I gave you glory and now I’m giving you death what a lucky boy you are. However I’m nothing if not a reasonable fellow and given the circumstance Tristan I’ll still offer you salvation, the same salvation of waiting upon me and the faithful as nothing more than a nameless and worthless servant, you’ll be assured a place at my table more so like a dog seated at my feet but seated in the kingdom of heaven. All you have to do Slater in front of the world before that final bell is run is look up, look up towards GOD, towards ME and say…..
FROST is GOD
You will say it.
FROST is GOD
You'll say it.
FROST is GOD
You'll say it.
You'll say it, you'll say it, you will say it, you'll say it, you'll say it, you'll say it, you'll say it.
You’ll say it because despite everything anyone’s ever seen or heard about you Tristan deep down your just out for yourself and when push comes to shove you’ll say it. You’ll say it just to sell out your beast for a better seat at MY feet. You’ll say it because YOU KNOW WITHOUT GOD THERE IS NO YOU.
And Tristan when you do say it you’ll have finally understood the word of God.
“I am the Lord Your God”
I’m sure there are those who wonder if the situation would arise if MDK were unable to capitalize in the situation be it injury or illness and anything in-between would God betray the Warrior King and take the title? The simple answer is YES, if my Warrior King found himself unable to win and the fatten calf Slater laid in the center of MY alter than yes I would silt his throat and bath in his blood washing away any such sin from the WGWF Championship, baptizing it and setting it free. However my fifth title reign wouldn’t last because as much as I would be its humble servant I know it’s not my place to keep it for the time. The crown belongs atop the head of the Warrior King and the day after it would be bestowed upon MDK the rightful King to wear the crown.
The time for the final Extinction is at hand, brothers and sisters please hear MY prayer for each and every one of you. Death is only the beginning because after death LIFE will begin again, the WGWF will begin again and it can begin with you in it. Faith. Faith has always been the key to the kingdom, you all have it now it is time to use it and accept the word of Frost into your lives before you end up the fertilizer instead of at the feast into Eden’s wonderful future. So please fret not those who would try and fail at any attempt of ruining my Eden your too late the first seedlings are just days away from spouting and transforming a waste land into a paradise once again and that’s what I wish to share with all of those reading at the moment, paradise……..
Be you the chosen faithful or the unwashed masses of blasphemer’s you all should know what awaits if you give your faith to me, to the Lord, to Frost. Read with an open mind, dream with a heart full of love and decide with your mind, body and soul if you are worthy of MY paradise……
The Sovereign LORD will wipe away the tears from all faces; he will remove his people’s disgrace from all the earth. The LORD has spoken. In that day they will say,
“Surely this is our God; we trusted in him, and he saved us. This is FROST; we trusted in him; let us rejoice and be glad in his salvation.”
Watch out for false prophets. They come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ferocious wolves. The hand of the LORD will rest on this mountain; but the cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the sexually immoral, those who practice magic arts, the idolaters and all liars they will stretch out their hands in it, as swimmers stretch out their hands to swim. God will bring down their pride despite the cleverness of their hands. I will bring down your high fortified walls and lay them low; I will bring them down to the ground, to the very dust.
Some will ask, those who have not turned away nor have turned towards God will say.
“These in white robes—who are they, and where did they come from?”
I will answer
“You already know. These are they who have come out of the great tribulation; they have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. Therefore, “they are before the throne of Frost and serve him day and night in his temple; and Paul who sits on the throne will shelter them with his presence. “Never again will they hunger; never again will they thirst. The sun will not beat down on them,’nor any scorching heat. For the Lamb at the center of the throne will be their shepherd; ‘he will lead them to springs of living water.”
“And I will wipe away every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” Seated on the throne, “I am making everything new!” “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.
“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. To the thirsty I will give water without cost from the spring of the water of life. Those who are victorious will inherit all this, and I will be their God and they will be my children.
"No longer will there be any curse. The throne of God and of the Lamb will be in the city, and his servants will serve him. They will see my face, and my name will be on their foreheads. There will be no more night. They will not need the light of a lamp or the light of the sun, for the Lord Frost will give them light. And they will reign for ever and ever.”
“These words are trustworthy and true. The Lord, Frost who inspires the prophets, sent his Warrior King to show his faithful the things that must soon take place.”
“Look, I am coming soon! Blessed is the one who keeps the words of the prophecy written in this scroll.”
I’ve explain why I am God, when MY second coming will occur and now I give you all, those whom doubt me the how. How can you survive this Extinction, how can you live in MY Eden and most of all why you should want to. Simply because I am the Lord God your savior, I made you in my image and I’m offering you, those lost souls a chance to return to paradise on the simplest of all paths. Just get down on bended knees, out stretch your arms and look towards the heavens above and promise me your faith and I will guarantee you paradise and I will tell you who is God and how you can join me…….
God does not shout.
God does not whisper.
God does not write.
God does not hear.
God does not chat.
God does not comfort us.
"Who is God?" Then and then the Almighty replied
"God smiles".
And now, I beg all of you, smile.
Smile.
Smile.
That's right, smile and look around to those smiling around you for you have all made it into Eden, you have all pledged your faith to God and now you all have a reason to smile and live in peace because finally you have accepted my word, you believe that……
M.D.K is KING
SLATER is the LAMB
&
FROST is GOD
I’m being serious here stopping the slaughter and allowing laughter for the moment.
Good. Now I have to admit the joke’s an old one but it still gets a few chuckles.
Ready?
PAUL FROST.
How about Paul Frost GREATEST Wrestler of all time?
Maybe, Paul Frost WGWF Champion.
Nah, instead Paul Frost WGWF Champion LONGER than a week?
Too unrealistic that one was, right? Thought so but this, this is the ONE.
Frost is God.
That’s the one, that’s the gut buster, the pants wetter the joke that will bring tears to your eyes. In fact I can still hear those countless un-washed, unworthy and most of all unimportant lambs being lead to their own slaughter continuing to laugh in the face of FACTS. Fact is that “joke” becomes TRUTH soon enough, for those who believe its truth that time cannot come soon enough but to those who laugh and doubt the time of MY revelation and their extinction will NEVER end.
The question is why? Why I’m I a God? I think it’s time I tell that truth, I think it’s time you hear it from my lips, I think it’s time the word of God finally washes away any and all doubt of why I am who I say I am. It’s time that you hear it from me not my followers, not my allies and not the victims whom I continue to leave in the wake of my truth.
The definition of insanity is “Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”
Ladies and Gentlemen I’ve been legally insane for close to a decade now and if you’re wondering if my insanity is indeed related to the simple fact that I’ve been here for ten years than congratulations heathens you share the same brain power of that of a pet rock. Be that as it may I’m not here for insults instead I’m allowing for insight into the Almighty so allow me to continue. It’s true though ten years in fact my first WrestleWar’s happened back in 2007; the WGWF was still growing then. I can still remember the smell, that smell of an empty arena seconds before the doors open. From the smell of black powder singeing your nostrils after a firework test to the sweet smell of success I was planning on inhaling like a crack addict in the main event. I stood in that ring in the middle of the HP Arena in San Jose and envisioned my hand raised high, I could feel the weight of the WGWF Championship hanging around my waist and most of all cutting through the echoing sounds of silence I could hear my name announced victorious echoing towards the heavens above as champion. I think I had a smile on my face then because I knew I was going to be great that night because there would be nobody BETTER than me.
I was wrong.
There would be somebody better not just on that night but night after night it would seem there was always somebody better than me. Chris Page, MDK, James Raven, Donovan Nichols, Jocelyn Camden, Hunter, Kyle Shane, Mic Ferrari hell even Terry Borden joined that list. Day after day, month after month and year after year of utter failure, the type of failure best compared to a flesh eating disease it’s starts out as a tiny cut no bother but soon enough that disease begins to eat away at you, the wound becomes deeper and more infected with each moment, then the pain begins as it eats away deeper and deeper at your very soul, it’s a burning without an end which eventually leaves you numb to the touch as you lie there helpless to do anything as this disease, as these failures finally consume whatever remains mind, body and soul. I had that disease, I knew failure like an intimate lover because it was the only thing that ever clung to me, I wore cancer instead of a championship.
Now eventually this cancer, these failures should causes a man to give pause and reflect to find out what to change. Not me. Not Paul Frost. Not Perfection. Not the Child Killer. Not the X-Dub Executioner. Not the Hall of Fame’er. Not the God of Gold.
Damn I’ve had a shit ton of nicknames.
Any way’s I refused to take pause instead I did what any first world child of Christian parents did I prayed. I actually believed with every fiber of my being then that I had a secret, invisible and immortal protector on my side. A heavenly being whose only mission in life was to protect me from harm, cure me from sickness and grant me EVERYTHING I would ever want all this in exchange for a few nice words before bed. Now that I say it out loud it sounds just as pathetic I as remember it was, my faith placed in an imaginary friend. It’s downright retarded but I did it anyways, every day too hell even twice on Sunday’s. Before and after a match I got down on bended knees, looked up and shouted at the top of my lungs……..
“Please God help me”
“Oh Lord BLESS me your faithful and humble servant”
“Give me the strength God to defeat my opponent in your name”
“Please JUST ONE, JUST ONE WIN PLEASE GOD HEAR ME”
“I’ll do anything. Feed the hungry, shelter the homeless, cure the sick. I’ll do anything for you Lord. Please just do this one favor for me. Grant me a victory.”
“It’s not much God just three seconds. Please Lord give me the strength to keep his shoulder’s down for three seconds.”
“Why? Why do I even bother anymore? My knees are raw, my hands tremble and my voice all but lost to a painful whisper but still, still I reach out and beg for you oh Lord. Please do not abandon me, do not leave me in the dark, allow me to follow you into victory. Quench my thirst with just a sip of victory please Oh Lord hear my prayer and heal my heart.”
Certainly not my proudest moments nor would they be my most profitable either, see my prayers, my cries for help, my shouts for salvation were never answered let alone granted. It was the salt in my spiritual wound, everything I had ever put my faith in was gone. I stopped praying. I turned my back on faith, on God. I was alone, left to wander in the darkness, left to rot physically and spiritually. From the burning desires of championship glory at twenty now just seven years later I stood here as a bitter old man, my only desire in life was finding those with any sort of hope, faith or success in their lives and like a leach attaching myself and sucking dry their happiness. Misery loves company and I wanted an army of despair to share MY despair to prove there would NEVER be anybody better than me because we would ALL be failures. I was selfish and I failed nobody joined my army instead they just further buried me in darkness. So how did I become the light of the world? How did I know I was God?
I looked down.
There’s an old story and I’m sure everyone’s heard it a thousand times before about meeting God on a beach and you ask where he was all your life? God replies right beside you since the beginning. You look down on this beach and see only one set of foot prints, angered you shout LIAR towards the Lord himself. However upon a further glance you see these foot prints aren’t yours. In fact you haven’t made a single one that’s when you realize you haven’t walked a foot because God’s been carrying you this entire time. So I looked down and I saw one set of foot prints and upon a further glance they were MY foot prints and unlike the story where God usually walks you to the promise land. My foot prints were in the shape of a never ending circle, around and around they went………
The definition of insanity is “Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”
I had my “Coming to God” moment in that instant I knew why God never answered my prayers. Because they weren’t prayer’s, they were the ramblings of a lost prophet, I was asking myself to save me. God was praying to himself, I was praying to myself and never got answer because the Lord needs not the blessing of himself but the BELIEF that HIS vision and HIS wisdom are the laws of the land. MY word is truth because it comes from GOD’S mouth, MY mouth. It was the feeling of absolute joy and euphoric feelings washed over me, the darkness that had once consumed my life instantly vanished replaced with the brightest and warmest of lights which I created. I became the light of the world and instantly I could feel the weight of the world fall onto my shoulders and I carried it with ease for I created the world and all those who live in it. Because no longer did I considered myself the greatest wrestler no, instead all those who considered themselves great had ME, GOD, FROST to thank. From Chris Page to Jocelyn Camden and everyone in-between, everyone past, present and future in this company in MY company the only way to be great is if GOD allowed it. However my revelation and spiritual awakening had come far too late. I was a shell of what a God should have been; my words worthless, my actions easily dismissed and my reputation was that of a running joke that should have ended ages ago. I was a God in an Atheists world, I didn’t exist simply I was nothing and could do nothing. Once this company was the light of the world, once it was a luscious paradise for pro-wrestling where the best once resided courtesy of God myself, not knowing I had control I lost it just as quickly and became nothing more than the holiest of witness’s to watch Eden burn by the hand of both the worthy and unworthy, together they destroyed the miracle of God’s gifts and took for themselves.
“Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer”
Not to sound like an arrogant dick from the heaven above but I, Frost I’m the best man who ever lived. None of you believer or not has any right to experience less affliction than I did. If you experience less, it is by MY mercy. You all don’t deserve the peaceful lives you’ve had. They are merciful gifts. For I was afflicted here from the very beginning. My debut was scandalous riddled with deceit, betrayal and blasphemers around every corner. My return was threatened and hated by the political powers. To add insult to injury I had to become a refugee in my own company as the worthless and dregs of the wrestling world invading my shores and defiled MY Eden. Much like those repulsive refugees of today tearing away at the fabric of a civilized society allowing these maggots to fester deep into their ways of life and allowing their worthless offspring to hatch and then devour them from the inside out like that same flesh eating diseases of failure I spoke of earlier. Those so called “leaders” of their “respected” people like myself before then have FAILED their citizens and countries. However this time I am neither a president nor a patriot I am the Almighty, I am a God who will NOT stand by and watch once again as MY paradise fell into the hands of savages. Eden wasn’t lost instead it was pissed upon by those who thought they were the better men and women but NONE shall be better than God and their pride would impoverish paradise until it withered and became a waste land. And so it went until I was accused of sedition against Powers That Be and Paper Champions I was then crucified with broken limbs and left out to rot like the Eden I had once tended to.
Those savages weren’t satisfied with God just watching and crying as this returning hero who thought he was the white knight riding in to save the damsel in distress was totally and utterly destroyed by the most glorious bastard there ever was. I had returned home only to see it burned and it’s foundation crumbling as sitting on top was a crack house with her trapped inside and despite by best effort to reclaim Eden she was lost I just didn’t know it yet. But they showed me, those savages after robbing me of MY crown felt entitled to feast upon a pound of my flesh, entitled to drink my blood as if it were cheap wine and then allowed to defecate all over my legacy. Dragging me into the center of my ring and making me bear witness to the constant and brutal RAPE of my company, once the definition of absolute beauty reduced to a gutter slut on her best days. I watch as champion after champion came and went, each getting their jollies off, each taking a turn ravaging her insides and each getting a turn to beat her until she bled. I can still feel her warm blood turn icy cold the moment it pooled around the side of my face, I choked on it and cried into it after I was broken and left for dead out in the wilderness
Strange things can happen when you find yourself all alone out in the wilderness. You hear voices. Whispering voices. You see mirages. Weird hallucinations. But out there in the wilderness – alone – it is often the place where God calls you by name in this case though I could hear many calling for God, crying out for me.
“I have seen the misery of my people . . . I have heard them crying out . . . I know how much they are suffering . . . I have come down to rescue them . . . “
At least that’s what I desire to do it doesn’t mean I’ll do it though because deep down in my heart of hearts I know I can’t, God can’t save his people because I’m not God’s person. I’m just God. A man needs to be the one to save God’s people for he himself is one of mine. I know that now this has nor will ever be my story.
Do not think that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I have not come to bring peace, but a sword. For I have come to set a man against his father, and a daughter against her mother, and a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law. And a person’s enemies will be those of his own household. Success and Championship’s should have never been the measuring stick for MY happiness because it would never be enough, my desire’s solely rest upon setting up those who have faith in God, have faith in Frost to guide them towards their destinies within MY ring. That’s now where my joy is allowed to live forever in the hearts of those worthy of MY blessing, those worthy of MY strength and most of all those worthy of MY victory bestowed upon them rewarding their faith and gifts into a Hall of Fame career. It’s no longer my job to write the story of success instead I’ll provide the pages for the faithful to document their journey and give thanks along the way.
So far I have raised an army, a group of talented and faithful servants from Horsemen to my own Mary Magdalene whose legitimacy was forged in the hellfire and sealed with the blood of those foolish enough to stand against me. Like a kite caught in a hurricane they NEVER stood any chance of beating US, beating the faithful and while I could not be more proud of Kenneth, Velvet and Ryan all whom have been steadfast in their faith towards me, towards God. It fills my heart with endless joy and love to see those three stand above all other’s as they shout MY glory day and night. Despite having those unwashed, unworthy and unfaithful masses soon to become just the massacred. It saddens and sickens me to watch as MY followers, MY brothers and sisters but most of all and I know this is going to sound ridicules coming from me but it pains me to see MY children, yes MY children suffer at the hands of these sinners. From insults to assault’s MY children continue to pay for the sins of their Holy Father but that saying of “the Sins of the Father are inherited by his son’s and daughter’s” like this federation is quickly coming to an end. MY children are OFF LIMITS, their only crime is trying to follow MY word, follow MY example. Their crime is trying to be like me, like God and THAT isn’t a crime it will however be their CROWNING achievement when they join me in the kingdom of heaven overlooking the second Eden, OUR Eden will be tended to by MY children who will use the fertilizer of the unfaithful to grow a garden than will forever shine bright and BETTER than the original.
However while MY children will tend to the garden, first I need someone else to lead the way; I need a king to rule but a warrior to win this war and I cannot win THAT’s the true word of God. That’s been the fate of Frost since the day I stepped foot into this company but I should clarify because after May the first I will have becoming the GREATEST winner in the history of MY company because it will have returned back to me, back to God because despite what you might have heard otherwise God does indeed pick a side in war I pick MY side, I choose to slaughter the unfaithful and deliver the faithful towards Eden however I can’t do that alone. As much as I love my children in this case blind faith in God will FAIL the Lord. See I need somebody who doesn’t look up towards the heavens and pledges their faith to me. No I instead need somebody who looks across from me, I need somebody who in some cases actually looks down at me, I need somebody willing to put their faith in me with hesitation, I need somebody whom I can put MY faith in.
I need and found MY Warrior King.
M . D . K
MDK is that warrior and most of all MDK will become that king to forever reign in Eden under MY will. I’m sure everyone already has a theory here, take away the biblical importance of this contest and strip away my so called “God” complex and what many will see is a desperate man doing desperate things and your right, desperate times call for the most desperate of measures and the most dangerous men are the ones who are the most desperate to crawl out of the gutter and return to glory. I was that man, I was desperate but I was only desperate to save myself. This time, this time I’m still desperate, I’m still in that gutter however I’m not looking to return myself to glory I’m looking to return EVERYONE ELSE to glory instead of I. No longer does gold grant me glory instead it’s I who will grant a few gold which will lead to MY company’s glory and true resurrection into greatness and the true king who will lead that charge is a man, a man I failed years ago. A man who I turned away from because I was weak and worthless, I turned a thousand blind eyes to you MDK, I became deaf to your distress and became a willingly conspirator to your condemnation. There aren’t any apologizes I could offer for a million lifetimes that would express my deepest shame and beg for your forgiveness because you can’t nor can I expect you to. For I am the prodigal son who will never return home, instead I have gone out and built a kingdom but shall never wear it’s crown because I know of one who shall always be SUPERIOR to myself, YOU MDK have and will be MY superior and the kingdom that I have built is for you and for those who follow you and for those who have faith in me. So thank you MDK, from the bottom of my heart no matter how black it’s become over time it still beats and still rejoices in knowing that you will take ahold of the crown once again and wear it with pride and glory for all time. Why? His career is a Hall of Fame HIT LIST that’s MDK legacy, the unstoppable force in which he leaves his victims lying and his championships mounting. Honestly this Warrior King in all honesty never really needed my help without a doubt I need and will cherish his because honestly if this match were a one on one affair that his ruthlessness, his resolve and most of all his redemption would be enough in just his left nut sack let alone his soul to slaughter and brutally beat, bludgeon and break that false profit into nothing more than his very own prison bitch who he’ll happily set him down on both knees and decapitate the head of demon and reclaim the throne all in record time.
However that won’t happen. His path to glory doesn’t run through a false profit instead he’ll pin the true and rightful champion, MDK will beat God come WrestleWar’s. Slater will still be that fatten calf left to bleed out but I will be the one to fall, mercifully and without question once that blasphemer has finally succumb to the realization of his extinction I will then kneel down on bended knee in the middle of that same ring I stood in almost a decade ago and on that same event I will finally enjoy that sweet smell of success, I will relish when my shoulders are pinned and I will faithfully cheer along when HIS name is echoed towards the heavens as champion. A Triple Threat Match ensures GOD’S will, MY will be done come WrestleWar’s and finally faith shall be rewarded on all fronts. While this company played checkers crowning worthless kings and queens, I have been engaged in a game of chess for the highest of steaks and finally after years of sacrifice, suffering and humiliation salvation is at hand, finally the pieces are in place and CHECKMATE is at hand all that has to happen is for the pawn to move so that the LAST king will fall, I will fall. MDK is the sword of salivation but it will be my hands guiding him to slay God, to slay the RIGHTFUL World Champion and take NOT that tainted crown Slater wears which has always rested as crooked as he on his head for all this time. Instead MY blood will forge a new crown, for the new and true king for MDK will leave WrestleWar’s not as just the new WGWF Champion, not just as a “King Slayer” instead he’ll leave as Noah did all those years ago after the flood, after the wrath of God on all mankind, MDK and the faithful will leave WrestleWar’s on the shores of a new Eden with a just and merciful God’s blessing.
“A time to be born and a time to die”
I’ve talked for too long about the death of this company, I’ve drowned in a desire to finally see death unleashed upon those who raped her, those who made her cry out in pain and for those who stood there and did NOTHING about it. For those of you who know not of who I speak of all you need to do is look all around you. See those ropes? That’s her. See those championships? That’s her. See that smile on a child’s face. That’s her, that’s always been her. See your own smile in the mirror before your music hit. Yep her again.
She has and was the WGWF since 2007.
However lately that smile has been slowly fading away, slowly happiness turned from beauty to a repulsive, disfigured and grotesque appearance. She’s hidden herself away because NOTHING can ever bring back what she once was, nobody cared what she looked like anymore instead they only cared about one thing. What could they take from her. HER. Who unlike me had given so much for so little in return. Even when I was at my worst. She was there for me. This company sheltered me for as long as it could. In return I never forgot to repay her for still looking at me with respect. Just a smile. Just a nod. Just an acknowledgment of her importance of her dignity. Which she had. Until she lost her looks and evidently everything else. No longer were their gentlemen in her home.
They were rapists instead.
In today’s world the word rape no longer carries with it the weight of its destructive power. No longer do any of us shutter at its pronunciation, we no longer turn away when we hear it on the news and because of “Law & Order” we now think it all ends in just under an hour with a happy ending for most. That didn’t happen here, SHE was never anyone’s concern, she was never shown compassion and the only time she was ever turned was on her back so that somebody more worthless could get their chance at riding the village bicycle and afterwards after they disappointed her time after time they would usually kick the tires the last pathetic display of disrespect they could show but her beauty was already gone, they were just kicking her to remind her of it. They stopped looking all together and forced her to wear a bag with the picture of a beautiful woman on the front just so they could feel better about what they did to her next.
There I was. Always coming to the rescue too little too late. All I could do was comfort her and look at all the good that did. I never stood up for her. I never fought for her. Always for myself. Always Failing. Now I can’t fail. Now I will do what I should have done years ago. No longer does she need comfort. Now she need’s God. She needs to go home. She needs to die.
The ramblings to some these last few months talking about the END of one company and the beginnings of anther all culminate May the first because I will not be the only King to fall, the Queen will also fall, she’ll fall right into my arms, into the arms of the Almighty. She’ll finally be comforted. My hands gently stroking her cheeks will feel like the gentle rains soothing and parching the desert set ablaze with shame will final feel relief by God’s hands. She’ll look up and instead of look of disgust she’ll gaze upon a vision of love. I loved this place. I loved this woman. However seconds of love will never heal years of scars. But it’s only the beginning. She’ll be well on her way towards an eternity of God’s love. However I. I alone will carry the burden of not letting her rest sooner. I should have shown mercy. Instead I showed malice and allowed her to wither away instead of giving her peace. I only helped prolong the war which inflected upon her endless suffering.
I’m sorry.
But it’s over now. MDK will beat God. God will kill HER.
I will finally lay her down to rest. It will be God who will watch as the last glimmer of light leaves her eyes as my hands gently crush her throat. She’ll be free. She will take her place among the kingdom of heaven and rejoice in eternal glory. Her legacy will last forever. For this is not the story of MY resurrection. It’s the beginnings of a new Eden. Crafted in her image. Where the smiles of faithful will always add to her legacy. For you see the crown MDK wears is NOT the prize that we seek. He’ll wear the crown so that his hands are free to take her hand in his. She’ll grow with him. She’ll learn from him. He’ll learn to love her. He’ll keep her safe. She’ll have other protectors. The crown will pass to the next. Each with God’s blessing to keep her safe.
She is the daughter of the WGWF, she is the re-birth, she is the legacy of 2007 and the beginnings of God’s Eden. WGWF 2017 and beyond.
“You Exist Only To Prove God’s Glory”
Tristan.
I really don’t think it will do either of us any good here with me trying to enlighten you to where you fit in this biblical brawl. You wouldn’t know the word of God if it latterly took the shape of the most voluptuous woman you ever saw in your wildest dreams. And this woman, this naked woman as the word of God leaped up and sat on top of your head you probably couldn’t even find her pussy let alone satisfy it. That’s why the word of God is wasted on you.
Maybe you’re gay.
Not that I’m here to insult or question your sexuality I think we’ve ALL moved past that in 2017. No Tristan believe it or not I actually owe you the same “Thank You” I offered to MDK earlier you to have played your role perfectly. Yes I said role. Although it’s not like I’m some sort of genius or master manipulator in all of this. Sure while certain things were planned you certainly were NOT. It goes without saying I had a plan, I’ve always had a plan but I never planned for in my honest opinion one of the worst people I’ve ever has the displeasure of working with become the center piece to my manifest destiny. Even God sometimes works in mysterious ways but for a while you baffled me, hell you broke my arm but in the end I will not only have finally buried the DEAD company, not only will have bestowed the crown on a TRUE Champion but most of all Tristan I’ll probably jerk off to the sheer fact I BEAT you and everyone like you who has ever doubted God. You actually remind me of a story Tristan the relationship between you and I, see if you can guess who you are.
“Moses and Jesus are playing golf. Moses steps up to the tee and hits a beautiful shot 250 yards straight down the middle of the fairway. Jesus steps up to the tee and hooks the ball into the trees. Jesus looks up into the heavens, raises his arms. Suddenly the sky darkens. A thunderclap rings out. Rain pours down and a stream rises among the trees. The golf ball, floating on top, finds its way into the mouth of a fish. Then a bird flies down and takes the fish and the ball out over the green, drops it in the cup for a hole in one. Jesus turns to Moses with a satisfied grin. And Moses says…….
"Look, you want to play golf or you want to fuck around?"
This is where we’re at Tristan, there really is NOTHING you can do to stop me like the story above your just a mere mortal trying to box with God and when you think you have a chance a KING a Warrior King will be there to cut your nuts off and then the real fun can begin. I guess in a way I now know how all those “greats” felt all those years ago when they faced the old me, when they faced a God too afraid to realize he was one. Gotta say I get the feeling this smile eventually wears off after the fifth win but for now I’ll sit back and enjoy it, I’ll also finally enjoy hearing the absolute worthless and empty threats you’ll spew like I used to. Like a rat on a sinking ship you’ll cling to anything to stay afloat, like the lies you’ll tell as if they were the bold face truth about how the odds are in your favor, how myself and MDK will turn on one another, how I can’t be trusted, yada yada yada Tristan believe me when I say I’m the only man on the face of my own earth that can fully appreciate your circumstance hate to break it to you “champ.” All anybody else will hear are just the ramblings of champion down to his FINAL days and that will be……
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IT WILL BE ABOUT FUCKING TIME!
It's about time people stopped laughing at God and wet themselves at the absolute joke that’s been running his bitch ass mouth these last few months. You go on and on about being at your “BEST” after beating the ‘BEST” this federation has ever have to offer, news flash junior this place is a MORGUE at best you beating off cadavers at this point especially since the “best ever” have long since passed their expiration date. But you did, you did have the chance to prove to the world you could do something; you could finally fight the faithful, MY faithful and what happened? All that talk. All those insults and most of all your pride. Caused you to a pick a fight you could NEVER win because Tristan you CAN’T beat ME nor can you even defeat a simple group of two supposed “Has-Beens” and three “Never Will Bees” but yet here we stand after BEATING your worthless inbreed and a tag team who huff’s better than they puff these days. Basically you had your chance to prove US wrong and like this upcoming Monday night you’ll FAIL once again. Now I’m sure you’ll try and justify the “loss” because of LACK of effort on your end, you’ll call me “lucky” and say that it’s on me to prove how strong my faction is and all that BS that people seem not only to agree with but dink it right up and like it. What I’m going to love Slater is watching you choke on all that shit you’ve been spewing like you actually mattered, like this Hall of Fame “induction” as it’s “head liner” makes you worthy of holding my jock strap. It doesn’t. This induction means about as much as it did when Nick Ryan was “inducted” back in 2012 it was a joke then and an even bigger joke now because of what it represents the last gasp of a dying federation ready to die and just before it does like in the real world, the body extrudes any remaining waste in its pants thus the 2017 Hall of Fame class was born.
Please though Tristan enjoy the moment, get one last look at the stolen championship you’ve been carrying around like some kind fan boy thinking you too can be called “champion” because you have a fancy new belt. Wrong. Hell I may be right but you’ll never tell will ya Tristan? Nah because I’ve been there, granted I haven’t been there as long as you have since usually a REAL champion always came around and took back what was there’s but I know deep down you don’t really think your worthy of being called Champion. Now you can deny it all you like in fact I’m counting on it. Because that’s what I did in your place, I lied so many times to myself I started believing it. Just how you’re going to lie to yourself when you proudly pronounce yourself as the man who will leave WrestleWar’s STILL WGWF Champion but you won’t. You’ve got ZERO chance of walking away at all let alone with stolen property Tristan. MDK and I are going to finish what we started back in that cell with you, trapped between a King and a God and you in the middle of the biggest, best and bloodiest ass kicking that will christen MY company, your blood was promised to thirst the earth and will it, your bones ground to dust to feed the soil and out from the carcass known as Tristan Slater will arise God’s glorious second Eden, so maybe you should be inducted into the Hall not for what you stole or which cripple you pinned but perhaps you’ve earn that Hall of Fame induction for……
“BEST FERTILIZER”
In order to grow MY company again, Tristan that’s all you’ll ever accomplish the best bag of shit whoever got the shit kicked out of it. You really believe you’ve made something of yourself? You truly believe this “New Breed” is this company’s salivation and most of all you think you’re better than me. You’re not; you’re only here for once reason to LOSE period. End of discussion Tristan you exist because God allows it, you only run your mouth because God wants it and most of all your only breathing because I tolerate it from a career stand point, the air is thin at the top and you’re at the top Tristan. You get to experience the kingdom, MY kingdom of heaven first hand before I kick your sorry ass back out, battered, bloody and broken but not buried no for you see Slater once the crown has been lifted off your worthless corpse and placed upon the head of the TRUE king and ruler of Eden then God, I cease to exist in this form and move onto another gone will be my disdain for this company, vanished will be my vengeance and lifted will be my wrath. Replaced with a just and merciful God who will see fit to keep you and your freak on a leash alive and well OUTSIDE Eden, brought in from time to time in order to beat the shit out of to remind all those believers that just in case they think they can stand against God, it has always been in their nature to live on bended knees than to stand and die on when it comes to challenging me. Monday marks the END of you Tristan no longer do I need you to exist because I will have already finally put to rest any and all remaining credibility or legitimacy you have ever had if any.
Let's start over.
And this time, disabuse yourself of the idea that this is a conversation between equals where I make an argument, you make a counterargument, and we agree to disagree.
It’s over, you’re a dead man your body just doesn’t know it yet. You’ll walk in and get wheeled out and there is NOTHING, absolutely NOTHING you can say or so that will change any of our fates. So please take the time and spend as much as you can on being happy with what you have and what you stole because THIS all this is as good as it gets for you Tristan, the HIGHLIGHT of your career is coming to an end and the twilight is just starting. I’ll be at the Hall and I’ll be the first to give you a standing ovation for being brave enough to read your own obituary in front of the world because after Monday night your career will be a good as dead and your grave dug by the hands of God. Those same hands that back in 2012 reached into the filth and pulled you out of one dying company and into and Eden which you will be the last to ever hurt again. I gave you life, I gave you glory and now I’m giving you death what a lucky boy you are. However I’m nothing if not a reasonable fellow and given the circumstance Tristan I’ll still offer you salvation, the same salvation of waiting upon me and the faithful as nothing more than a nameless and worthless servant, you’ll be assured a place at my table more so like a dog seated at my feet but seated in the kingdom of heaven. All you have to do Slater in front of the world before that final bell is run is look up, look up towards GOD, towards ME and say…..
FROST is GOD
You will say it.
FROST is GOD
You'll say it.
FROST is GOD
You'll say it.
You'll say it, you'll say it, you will say it, you'll say it, you'll say it, you'll say it, you'll say it.
You’ll say it because despite everything anyone’s ever seen or heard about you Tristan deep down your just out for yourself and when push comes to shove you’ll say it. You’ll say it just to sell out your beast for a better seat at MY feet. You’ll say it because YOU KNOW WITHOUT GOD THERE IS NO YOU.
And Tristan when you do say it you’ll have finally understood the word of God.
“I am the Lord Your God”
I’m sure there are those who wonder if the situation would arise if MDK were unable to capitalize in the situation be it injury or illness and anything in-between would God betray the Warrior King and take the title? The simple answer is YES, if my Warrior King found himself unable to win and the fatten calf Slater laid in the center of MY alter than yes I would silt his throat and bath in his blood washing away any such sin from the WGWF Championship, baptizing it and setting it free. However my fifth title reign wouldn’t last because as much as I would be its humble servant I know it’s not my place to keep it for the time. The crown belongs atop the head of the Warrior King and the day after it would be bestowed upon MDK the rightful King to wear the crown.
The time for the final Extinction is at hand, brothers and sisters please hear MY prayer for each and every one of you. Death is only the beginning because after death LIFE will begin again, the WGWF will begin again and it can begin with you in it. Faith. Faith has always been the key to the kingdom, you all have it now it is time to use it and accept the word of Frost into your lives before you end up the fertilizer instead of at the feast into Eden’s wonderful future. So please fret not those who would try and fail at any attempt of ruining my Eden your too late the first seedlings are just days away from spouting and transforming a waste land into a paradise once again and that’s what I wish to share with all of those reading at the moment, paradise……..
Be you the chosen faithful or the unwashed masses of blasphemer’s you all should know what awaits if you give your faith to me, to the Lord, to Frost. Read with an open mind, dream with a heart full of love and decide with your mind, body and soul if you are worthy of MY paradise……
The Sovereign LORD will wipe away the tears from all faces; he will remove his people’s disgrace from all the earth. The LORD has spoken. In that day they will say,
“Surely this is our God; we trusted in him, and he saved us. This is FROST; we trusted in him; let us rejoice and be glad in his salvation.”
Watch out for false prophets. They come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ferocious wolves. The hand of the LORD will rest on this mountain; but the cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the sexually immoral, those who practice magic arts, the idolaters and all liars they will stretch out their hands in it, as swimmers stretch out their hands to swim. God will bring down their pride despite the cleverness of their hands. I will bring down your high fortified walls and lay them low; I will bring them down to the ground, to the very dust.
Some will ask, those who have not turned away nor have turned towards God will say.
“These in white robes—who are they, and where did they come from?”
I will answer
“You already know. These are they who have come out of the great tribulation; they have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. Therefore, “they are before the throne of Frost and serve him day and night in his temple; and Paul who sits on the throne will shelter them with his presence. “Never again will they hunger; never again will they thirst. The sun will not beat down on them,’nor any scorching heat. For the Lamb at the center of the throne will be their shepherd; ‘he will lead them to springs of living water.”
“And I will wipe away every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” Seated on the throne, “I am making everything new!” “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.
“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. To the thirsty I will give water without cost from the spring of the water of life. Those who are victorious will inherit all this, and I will be their God and they will be my children.
"No longer will there be any curse. The throne of God and of the Lamb will be in the city, and his servants will serve him. They will see my face, and my name will be on their foreheads. There will be no more night. They will not need the light of a lamp or the light of the sun, for the Lord Frost will give them light. And they will reign for ever and ever.”
“These words are trustworthy and true. The Lord, Frost who inspires the prophets, sent his Warrior King to show his faithful the things that must soon take place.”
“Look, I am coming soon! Blessed is the one who keeps the words of the prophecy written in this scroll.”
I’ve explain why I am God, when MY second coming will occur and now I give you all, those whom doubt me the how. How can you survive this Extinction, how can you live in MY Eden and most of all why you should want to. Simply because I am the Lord God your savior, I made you in my image and I’m offering you, those lost souls a chance to return to paradise on the simplest of all paths. Just get down on bended knees, out stretch your arms and look towards the heavens above and promise me your faith and I will guarantee you paradise and I will tell you who is God and how you can join me…….
God does not shout.
God does not whisper.
God does not write.
God does not hear.
God does not chat.
God does not comfort us.
"Who is God?" Then and then the Almighty replied
"God smiles".
And now, I beg all of you, smile.
Smile.
Smile.
That's right, smile and look around to those smiling around you for you have all made it into Eden, you have all pledged your faith to God and now you all have a reason to smile and live in peace because finally you have accepted my word, you believe that……
M.D.K is KING
SLATER is the LAMB
&
FROST is GOD