Post by davidwayne13 on May 7, 2024 11:50:10 GMT -5
10:46 AM Cordova, Tennessee
It's an other wise shitty looking day in Memphis. Normally, I wouldn't be one to complain, but that's just one more complaint in the grand scheme of things. The last time we were on a little adventure together the only thing I didn't make it out of was the fucking airport. But, after I recovered from that disaster I was able to make it to a few of the local WGWF shows and I've got to tell you I was very impressed, and I've also seen a few familiar faces. Some may consider it a shock, and others may not but let's all say it together.
"I've officially dropped Morbid Wolf, from my wrestling identity. There are a few reasons for this. I felt like I had carried it as far as it could go. Now I want you all to know I'm a realist, and I'm not expecting everybody to stop calling me that right off. Nostalgia is a very big selling point of this business. Whether I like it or not I'll always be synonymous with that name. Now, there's a reason I came up with it initially. I've revealed it all ready, and if you're one of the few who know that's terrific, but I feel like I need to educate the rest of you."
"I gave myself the nickname to survive an alcoholic father. Now I feel like the name "Morbid Wolf" is tattooed on my fucking soul. It's me. I'm stepping out of that shadow, and into my own. Let me also reiterate myself before I officially step into the ring. What you're getting is a very different "Morbid Wolf"and that's exciting for WGWF. I'm going to tell it like it is, and I've got one more surprise on the way."
I get up from the couch making my way into my trophy room. Inside sits my new gear, the sun peaks out for a moment. Might not be a shitty day after all. The last time you saw this room it just have whatever Titles littered about, but now I've set up each title from each year I was active, until this year when I make a return yet again. But on my own term this time. I've had a lot of time on my hands. This wasn't an easy task but alas I did get it done. I have my new gear. The wrestling tights that look like pants with the draw string attached. These were clearly AJ Styles inspired, but I wasn't complaining. These were nice. Some of the nicest I ever had custom made.
Unfortunately, I'm not allowed to show you my new insignia until after I debut on Monday Night Smash. This is the next surprise but I'm going to blow it the fuck up.
"J. Mont!"
"I'm coming for your WGWF Intercontinental title. I will go through whatever hell is necessary to become the next champion. I'm going to let you make a fool of yourself like you've all ready been doing. I want you to know because we have unfinished business, but this time I have the advantage. Why? Because in my current run that's about to begin you don't know shit. You'll only know what I reveal to you. I'm begging you to test me. I'm begging you to be so cocky you'll do what you always do. I've been scouting all of the competition, but I've been laser focused on you. I want my intentions known because regardless of what you do nobody, and I mean nobody will snuff out this fire. Congratulations on your past, and current accomplishments. However, even you had to come to the realization that it was going to come to an end. Now, I'm not expecting a response, but knowing you; you won't be able to help yourself."
This gear was even better than what I had in mind. I had it ready along with my new wrestling boots with the two gold straps that buckled over in the front. It was time to get ready ahead of time. I called my shot regardless of what people thought, and I was taking a different approach this time around. But I wasn't going to get anything done tomorrow. Tomorrow, I'd fly out of Memphis International as I awaited where I'd travel to next. I've never known an easy road, so here we are traveling the jagged road of whatever may come.
It's an other wise shitty looking day in Memphis. Normally, I wouldn't be one to complain, but that's just one more complaint in the grand scheme of things. The last time we were on a little adventure together the only thing I didn't make it out of was the fucking airport. But, after I recovered from that disaster I was able to make it to a few of the local WGWF shows and I've got to tell you I was very impressed, and I've also seen a few familiar faces. Some may consider it a shock, and others may not but let's all say it together.
"I've officially dropped Morbid Wolf, from my wrestling identity. There are a few reasons for this. I felt like I had carried it as far as it could go. Now I want you all to know I'm a realist, and I'm not expecting everybody to stop calling me that right off. Nostalgia is a very big selling point of this business. Whether I like it or not I'll always be synonymous with that name. Now, there's a reason I came up with it initially. I've revealed it all ready, and if you're one of the few who know that's terrific, but I feel like I need to educate the rest of you."
"I gave myself the nickname to survive an alcoholic father. Now I feel like the name "Morbid Wolf" is tattooed on my fucking soul. It's me. I'm stepping out of that shadow, and into my own. Let me also reiterate myself before I officially step into the ring. What you're getting is a very different "Morbid Wolf"and that's exciting for WGWF. I'm going to tell it like it is, and I've got one more surprise on the way."
I get up from the couch making my way into my trophy room. Inside sits my new gear, the sun peaks out for a moment. Might not be a shitty day after all. The last time you saw this room it just have whatever Titles littered about, but now I've set up each title from each year I was active, until this year when I make a return yet again. But on my own term this time. I've had a lot of time on my hands. This wasn't an easy task but alas I did get it done. I have my new gear. The wrestling tights that look like pants with the draw string attached. These were clearly AJ Styles inspired, but I wasn't complaining. These were nice. Some of the nicest I ever had custom made.
Unfortunately, I'm not allowed to show you my new insignia until after I debut on Monday Night Smash. This is the next surprise but I'm going to blow it the fuck up.
"J. Mont!"
"I'm coming for your WGWF Intercontinental title. I will go through whatever hell is necessary to become the next champion. I'm going to let you make a fool of yourself like you've all ready been doing. I want you to know because we have unfinished business, but this time I have the advantage. Why? Because in my current run that's about to begin you don't know shit. You'll only know what I reveal to you. I'm begging you to test me. I'm begging you to be so cocky you'll do what you always do. I've been scouting all of the competition, but I've been laser focused on you. I want my intentions known because regardless of what you do nobody, and I mean nobody will snuff out this fire. Congratulations on your past, and current accomplishments. However, even you had to come to the realization that it was going to come to an end. Now, I'm not expecting a response, but knowing you; you won't be able to help yourself."