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 |  Subject: Forgive Me  Sat Jan 28, 2012 2:20 pm | |
| Johnny Electric is a jackass.
This week, I walk into Rising Monarchy to compete. I've been in action the past couple months. If I haven't been actively wrestling, I've been at the sidelines, helping someone else win...usually Alison.
Apparently, this is a problem in IWF. Apparently, there's a new law that I'm not allowed to help someone else win.
And so this week, I've been given the sadistic choice. Either fight my girlfriend, and take the New Blood title from her...or get fired. If the IWF Board suspects me of throwing the match, they're going to terminate my contract. I will never again be allowed on IWF Television.
This sucks.
Johan, Sean...I think you two know by now that I have no problem taking the two of you out, for any reason, whether it's to win, or to help Ali win. What's more, I think the two of you know I'm perfectly capable of doing just that. Johan, you know damn well that I've caused your demise on more than one occasion in the last month. You never fail to mention how you're going to tear me apart when you finally get your hands on me.
Here's your chance, tough guy. You get to fight me, head on, in a sanctioned match. Whatever you decide to do in that ring is totally legal.
But let me ask you, Mr. War Incarnate. What is that going to do for your "bad boy" image when you're eliminated in the middle of the ring by a girl? Not just a girl...but a girl that for the past few weeks, has been kicking your ass? I mean, you can't chalk it up to one bad week, or me getting the element of surprise, or me getting involved in a match between you and Ali. No, it'll be a full-on, you against me, and I simply emerge the better competitor. What's going to be your excuse?
Let me guess.
"It was a fluke that I lost to the harlot Ashley Matthews."
"I will never lose to the harlot again"
"I remember when Brandon's theme song was Beast and the Harlot. This makes so much sense."
Christ, is that the only thing you ever say about me? Harlot this, harlot that, Ashley and Alison the IWF harlots. This is IWF, not the fucking Scarlet Letter.
A is for Ashley.
The point, Johan? You can't beat me. I think I've done a fine job of proving that these past weeks. You haven't been able to beat me. You won't beat me this week. And as hard as you try, you will never beat me, even after I take the title.
And speaking of taking the title...
Alison...I think you know that I need to do this. I mean...Fuck. I don't know. I think you know, if I could have it any other way, I would do it. Any way to keep the belt on you, while I keep my job. But I love IWF. I love to be here competing, I love to be at ringside, cheering you on. I love to be able to walk to the ring with you, and watch you kick ass. I don't want to lose that. And I hope that winning the match this week isn't going to lose you.
I love you, Alison. I want to make you happy. I want to see you happy.
But I also want to keep my job after this week.
I'm sorry.
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