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Hysteria 'The Prophet' · **12-16-2014, 11:49 PM**

Wallybaby! It’s been an honor kicking your ass all week! Thank you for being the good little cunt you are and taking the pounding like a champ. Well… an almost-champ. Because mother fucker, this is as close as you EVER get to my title. You see, if you don’t win this? Then it’s back to the drawing board for you my friend! No rematches against me. Not unless you earn it fucker. Which, with your career going down the drain so quickly, it may not be anytime soon for you to earn a shot against me!

So how did Wallybaby spend his night before the big title match? Well he spent part of it riding my dick like Seabiscuit and he spent the rest of his time trying to make John Samuels a black guy! Awww poor Samuels. Just can’t quite get used to being a negro can he? Well luckily Wallybaby was there to drag him into his promo to make himself look relevant! You managed to take Samuels to gang warfare land and nearly getting him shot! What a great story! Oooh ooh! Please tell that piece of shit again. BAHAHA! It’s so pathetic it’s hilarious.

You call ME unoriginal? No, no, no. Let’s look at your promos thus far Wallybaby! If you were to take out every word including cum or dick or any other homophobic terms, your promos wouldn’t be more than words like ‘the’ and misspelled words galore.

Being calm and collected is my motif Wallybaby. In order for you to ‘tell me’ to be that way would insist that I actually lost my cool to begin with. In case you haven’t noticed, you’re barely keeping me awake as it is. There’s not a single thing you’ve said to me that has gotten me riled up. You say I haven’t denied the fact that I’m gay. I wish I was gay just so I could fuck with your tiny brain some more. Maybe rub some oil on you while you curl up in a little ball sucking away at your thumb.

This backtalk that you’ve put together is rather petty. You seem to throw as many animals as you can possibly think of and add some sort of sexual action to the front of it. I’m sure your mommy pats you on the back and rewards you with a coloring book after each promo. You bring up third grade when referring to my work and then can’t get off the subject of animal fucking like it’s trapped inside your brain. I’m sure you spent the preparation time whacking away at your little member thinking of different animals you could accuse ME of fucking whilst you blow your load into the shot glass in front of you. Go ahead Wallybaby. Take your Morbidgod Shot. You know it wouldn’t be the first.

Hahaha! It’s FANTASTIC you say I haven’t won a match since November. You know why? Because your punk ass hasn’t either! Don’t believe me? The last match you won bitch was on November 25th against a duo that I could’ve beaten in my sleep. Except what did you do? You beat them and claimed one of those fuckers as a TAG TEAM PARTNER! What’s your tag team name by the way? All Bark and No Bite? But here’s the difference in you and me… I’ve actually beaten people worth mentioning. Guppy fucking Parsh. Ever heard of him? One of the most renowned men to walk the face of the XWF. Who’ve you beaten? A French fucker who can’t even speak the language and two scrubs not worth the time or effort? I’ve main-evented THREE TIMES meanwhile, you can’t scrap together a couple of meaningful wins to save your own ass. If you don’t know what the FUCK you’re talking about then get the fuck out of here with that incessant hogwash.

The moronic thing about a TJ Wallace promo is just how… fundamentally challenged they are. Nothing ever changes with you TJ. Nothing at all. You get pissed off, you throw filth at me as if it’s supposed to elicit a reaction more than boredom, and then you wrap it up with a paragraph that in no way fit in with the rest of the passage. You know what they call that TJ? Child’s play. Look at my work. It all has reason. It all has purpose. It all ties in with something or another meanwhile you act as if you don’t have the foggiest of an idea what planning ahead means. You see, there’s more than meets the eye with me Wallybaby. There’s more than a monster behind this mask. THERE’S MORE. I hope you realize now that you’ve made a grave error.

You made the utmost of blunders by coming after the title of a man who’s on his way to the top. You should’ve gone after the Television or X-Treme Championship. At least there you might’ve stood a chance. In MY company for MY belt… hahaha… there’s not a shot in the dark of you winning. Not even the slightest bit. You say I can’t take my former pupil? I do believe you are mistaken there. The only reason I ‘lost’ to Manson was to eliminate the fact that I’m no glory-hog. The Asylum is about unity and showing that we’re a firm force to be reckoned with. It’s about Family and showing acceptance to anyone unless The Higher Power deems unworthy. Manson disrespected the Family. Manson disrespected The Prophet. Worst of all, Manson disrespected The Higher Power. All of this? It makes him no longer a member.

Let’s look at else that happened in the life of TJ Wallace this week. WELL. He fought a mayor. Who took a hostage? Who was talked out of it by Wallace simply telling him to think about it? What the fuck? Talk about anticlimactic as hell. No real struggle? No big fight? Just TJ says the situation is fucked up and the politician just gives up? Talk about a fucking letdown.

Since that’s all that has happened in the life of TJ Wallace, let’s lay the facts out. Fact number one is that I’m the reigning and supreme Prophetic Champion. Fact number two is that you’ve lost every match you’ve ever had with somewhat challenging competition. Fact number three is… you’ve not proven a damn thing this week except that you know how to chase your own tail and say absolutely nothing of value. So thanks for coming Mr. Wallace, but tomorrow? You’re coming up with the silver.

Rue the day when you thought you stood a chance against a man of my caliber. This title is staying around the waist of... Hysteria.

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