It becomes a slap in the face. It becomes a slap in my face, a slap in the face of everyone who is on my level, and everyone who even gives a damn about where they are in this company. It becomes a slap in the face when the destiny of my matches, the destiny of who I face, and the destiny of whether or not I get into something comes down to votes by you all. Hell but what can I expect from this company anymore? What else is new for me? Nothing more than what I’ve said keeps coming to pass. Every time something new, something big is about to happen, they want to turn tail and listen to the fans. They want to appease them, let them know that they’re “for the people”. A fucking sham is what they are, a fucking disgrace that they let into this building by entertaining the idea of. And I can’t say I’m surprised, if anything I knew this would happen, I knew that as soon as this place got any kind of notoriety it would become a circus of who does what, a circus of what happens next is not going to go to the top but be decided by people who harbor favoritism, people who believe they know what’s best for a company. Hell it reminds me of a now defunct company that had Johnny Manziel as the figure head and the idea that the audience can call plays. The name escapes me but that’s because you have an example of what happens when we listen to you, the fans, the people who my “bosses” want to keep giving power too. Fickle fuckheads who move on to the next big thing, who let others decide if whether or not a trend is good or not. You fuckers who want to act like you know who the next big thing and that sickens me. Because let’s face it, I know I’m not the most popular person here because I tell you bitches what it is you do that sickens me. I always tell you that no matter what I am here to destory your favorites, to beat down your heroes, and to make everyone of them squeal like a pig as they writhe in pain. That’s been my mission, hell that’s been my fucking life since I got here, and I’ve done it more times than I can count because I don’t go back on my mission.
And to have my destiny decided by you people, has shown me one thing. The value of our work means nothing. If it’s easy enough for the fans at home to point, click, and vote my ass into a match then why work? It makes it easy for people like Carlton and Jupiter King to get into matches they have no business being in. It makes it easy for competitors like Josie and Steele to get excluded if they’re not popular with the fans. They don’t know what the fuck hard work is, they don’t know what the fuck we’ve done to get to where we’re at. And that’s fucking fantastic for the people upstairs. Because when we knock down the door, when we come up and kick it down and get in their faces you know what they can tell us? The fans decided this. That’s what. They want to take the responsibility out of their own hands, they want to be able to lounge and think that they can get away with all of this. And hell it’s like we fucking let them because you assholes want to play favorites, you want to play with your new shiny toy now like a fucking autsitic child on christmas day. It doesn’t make sense to me, it will never make sense to me, and I will fucking die on this hill until the people in the back tell me it makes sense. Popular Demand. What a fucking joke. What is popular demand anyway to these people? Is it who can make the most money, is it who has the most branding, is it who leads in fucking merch sales? What is it because to me it will always sound like a cop out to promote those who didn’t work out in the first place, to promote those who don’t deserve a chance to be here. And then it’s a chance to leave people like me in the fucking dust. I sound like I’m repeating shit here, but that’s cause of this injustice. I have to deal with you assholes voting on whether or not I even deserve a chance to be in the match that’s to determine the next challenger? Fuck right the hell off. I don’t need your validation, I don’t need you to tell me if I deserve to be in another match to determine the next contender, because I’ve always been the next man up, I’ve been waiting for these assholes to decide that and finally pull the trigger. I’ve had to beat so many fodder, so many namesakes just to finally get that across. Hell, I made Landerson fucking pass out in our match yet again. Something I always told them I would do, and they let it happen.
But I guess with that said, they never do make the best decisions do they? They saw a dismantling of an icon to the stupid and meek, and they wanted that second go-round. They wanted David to beat Goliath and he failed. Anyway. Rant is over because now I have to focus on the people who were voted in this match with me. Starting with Maximus, a rematch I’ve been waiting for. While I wanted this to be something more of a singles match so I could get my get back, this will have to do because let’s be honest with each other here Maximus. These other three can not hold a candle to what we are able to do. Josie Grey is bound to have a gun somewhere, but she ain’t gonna be able to use it with broken hands and fingers. Carlton, well I’ve had his number since he’s been here, and I’ve embarrassed him plenty so I know he’ll be vying to come after me. And Jupiter King, to me, is another one of those lowlifes the people here like to hedge money on because they think an underdog story is always sweet and always right. It ain’t and they don’t know that yet, but that’s what I’m there for. But you and me, Steele, we’re the real main event here. And I don’t know if you hold that same regard, and I could care less because I will dismantle you this time around. I already had you on the ropes last time, but for some god-forsaken reason, you went god mode like a cheat code or something and got lucky. It ain’t gonna be the same story this time around, it’ll be very different. And I already addressed Josie so might as well address her again. You ain’t nothing but a legacy who is coasting on the accolades of people much bigger than you. I ain’t seen talent, I’ve only seen untapped potential marred by the fucking insanity you surround yourself with. And you revel in it, which I know means you ain’t gonna know or do shit when time comes to get fucking serious. And I know you don’t care what I have to say because your mother uncles and father aunts are all probably talking to you leaving their inbred stench on you, clouding your judgement. You ain’t got a chance in hell and I love to be the one to show you that much. So come and bring what you can because it won’t matter in the end.
And Carlton and Jupe, I think I can speak for myself when I say this won’t take too long with you both here. Because you will not last a minute more than when you step in that ring. Whether I take you or, whether Steele takes you out, or whether Josie takes you out, you ain’t making it to the end. It’s going to come down to Me and whoever else is standing, and I do not believe it will be either of you. It’ll be someone I know who can make it, it’ll be someone I know has the fucking talent. And news flash it ain’t you. It’s a matter of disgrace and disappointment that I must say you are not going to end up where you want to end up. You are going to be underneath my boot. You’re going to be wrapped in my coil, you’re going to be asleep. Like all fucking disappointments will be. You can try and say it won’t be the case, but it will. You can fight it all you want, but know that Nayati always has your number. So when you hear that bell ring, run.
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Subject: Fuck this Popular Demand Shit 
