Post by synn on May 1, 2023 13:42:24 GMT -5
“I knew I’d get his attention. Charlie boy can’t hear his name and NOT respond…….he’s so desperate for attention that it doesn’t take much. I baited the hook, tossed it in the water, and Charlie snatched it like a largemouth bass. I didn’t even need to set the hook....just engulfed it. Charlie did what Charlie does. He came out and stood in the ring, in front of millions, and made a fool of himself. False claims, unwarranted self-praise, and aggressive tones and terminology that his skill set can’t back up. Charlie had his shot, and he floundered it. He drove out much of the top talent at XWF because of his over-the-top persona and his inability to leave well enough alone. Charlie doesn’t know when to quit, when he’s beaten, when the time to pull back and re-group is. He keeps chugging along like a freight train with the brakes cut.
Until he hits that concrete wall.
How many times does the floor have to fall out from under him before he realizes that maybe he is just too heavy to stand on it? Overweight, out of shape, getting by on pure aggression with no real talent to speak of. Now, he sees his security blanket cut up into little baby pieces, and instead of cowering in the corner like a bitch, he doubles down on the aggression and takes credit for BOB and their success. That’s even more of a bitch move, Charles–you should’ve went the Harmon route and cowered.
The HEAD of BOB? Little boy you’ve never been anything but a role player there, depth on the roster, filler talent…..their sacrificial lamb. You’re an uncontrollable headcase and when B.O.B ever wanted any REAL success, they threw in the big guns. They went to war while you stood there licking your ice cream and waiting for the results to come in. Then, when they either lost, won, or decided to pull out, they sent you in to be their final fuck you. That last little glimmer before the flame went out completely. They never had and real faith in you Charlie, and why would they?
You’ve never won anything worth winning.
You had such creative things to say about me Charles. You really thought that out, and it came through in your words. As heartfelt as they could have possibly been having been memorized from an index card. Who woulda thunk….Charlie Nickels can actually read?! Proud of ya, buddy. Learning with each passing day.
But this is no time for jokes, oh no. This is time to put the alsorans in their place. That is what you are, Charlie, an alsoran. It’s all you’ve ever been. You’ve been the definition of “almost”. The epitome of “not good enough”. The very inner workings of “delusional headcase”. I almost felt bad for you, I truly did. I watched from the back as you stood out there, gloating in front of everyone. Part of this black heart that beats within this girls chest began to break for you as you stood out there on yet another live show and basically begged for another title shot. All you were missing were the knee pads. It was painful–even for me–to watch.
Your entire life cycle in professional wrestling has been a circle. Be an asshole, attack someone backstage, ask for a title shot. Receive it. Lose. Be an asshole, attack someone backstage, ask for a title shot. Receive it. Lose. Be an asshole, attack someone backstage, ask for a title shot. Receive it. Lose. Be an asshole, attack someone backstage, ask for a title shot. Receive it. Lose.
Your words in the ring in Burbank weren’t the words of a confident man who has the world in his palm and faith in his ability to get the job done. Your words in that ring were the desperate pleas of a broken man whose only familiarity is failure and a pure self-disdain. It wasn’t the words of a confident man, it was the words of a lonely, tortured soul whose one more failure away from a solo game of Russian Roulette with a fully loaded pistol.
If you wanted to end it, all you had to do was ask.
Oh wait, you did.
Again.
However, this is not the XWF Charlie. Whining and bitching doesn’t get you shots around here. We don’t bury talent for our buddies in the circle jerk and we don’t throw the undeserving to the wolves for our own sick satisfaction. Here, in OCW, we EARN this. Your pleas are falling on Hellen Keller’s ears, Charles, because you haven’t done a damn thing to earn it. I’ve run through everyone here, and I’ve fought my way to the top. You’ve hid behind Crash, Bourbon, and TK until it was your time to strike and now want to throw your name in the hat since they’ve moved on and left you for dead?
Sorry, Charlie, but for ONCE in your pitiful existence, you’re going to have to earn this.”