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Griffin MacAlister · (06-21-2018)

"Well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw, Chris Chaos!"

"That sure was a mouthful of verbal diarrhea that you spat at me."

"And that little story you put together about my past?"

"Ahahahahaha! Wow! You've got some real imagination there, sport! You sure you shouldn't be pursuin' a career in writing, instead of wrestling? I dunno, I'm obviously just a simple-minded mechanic that doesn't know shit but I think that little fan-fiction story that you put together there before you actually took the time to toss your words at me; like so many turds out of an asshole, it's got some real promise. It would have to go in the fiction section but there's no harm in that. None at all, man. People dig fiction. Saves them from the cold, hard reality of what's actually comin' at them. Take for instance... me. You see this fuckin' joke coming at you. The failure. The guy who must've taken every god damn punch that life tossed at him and hated the world because of it. The gross, slob that you depicted, so vividly in your fantasy. Y'know... I'm startin' to wonder, have you actually ever even seen me? Or did you just simply hear about me from other folks? Cause that portrait that you painted of me is pretty fuckin' frightening, especially if you honest to god believe that's even within an inch of reality."

"Ah, those whispers, right? You sure you're not hearin' voices, that aren't really there? Y'know, if you're seeing shit that isn't real and you're hearing random whispers, that's probably something that you want to get checked out. Schizophrenia isn't a joke. I hear a lot of creative folks can carry that disease though, so at least that won't stop you there. You still have a budding career writing your fairy tales. They'll more than likely be children's books after the meds though, but at least you won't be hearing voices and seeing shit, that isn't real. So there's a plus to it."

"Not to mention the fact that you'll more than likely get a mental health aid. Someone that can help you decipher things and remind you to take those meds. On top of that, that aid will be there for you, to stop you from wandering out into traffic or drinking those colorful bottles of cleaners and chemicals, that dwell beneath the kitchen sink. Like bright, colorful time bombs, just waiting for you to drink them cause you keep thinking they're kool-aid. No matter how many times you wind up in the E.R after drinking them. Your mental health aid will be there to save you from all that, Chris. They'll also pin your mittens on your coat and give you nice round pieces of paper to draw on. No more square edges for you! And really that's for the best. Oh and even better, those pesky open electrical outlets, won't be calling for you to stick a fork in them anymore, cause that mental health aid, will cover them. That means, no more waking up on the floor with a headache wondering what happened and where half the day went, for you. Isn't that exciting?!?! I'm excited for you and it hasn't even happened yet, man!"

"I'm sure if you just have a talk with human resources, the XWF can set you right up with someone and Vinnie probably knows a great doctor that can start medicating you. You just have to bite the bullet and be frank with him, tell him about the whispers and the visions. Hell, tell him what you think I look like, dude will get it, he'll understand and I'm certain, he will do his very best to get your brain all fixed up and running right. Or at least, running in a semi-functioning order. You'll even have a buddy in the broken brain club. Peter Gilmour! Petes is a full functioning, wrestler who still has mad delusions. That man's mind is shattered to bits! Fragmented to particles! Why do you think he keeps saying the same shit all the time? Cause that's all he's capable of relaying. The rest is just random screams, moans and garbled nonsense. I'm telling you right now though, if he didn't have someone to drug that chicken parm that he devours on an hourly basis, he'd be a hazard to both himself and every motherfucker that he comes in contact with. I know, I met the guy for the first time back in 2012, it was terrifying."

"Not on the level where I worried about myself but he was stumblin' around the halls like a god damn lunatic. There were women and small children around, for fucks sake! Who knows what coulda happened?!?! It wasn't until way later that he was actually properly diagnosed either. So it was pretty touch and go for a while. Anyways, all I'm sayin' is this... there ain't shame in speaking up about these 'issues' to someone that can actually fix 'em for ya. Hey and won't it be nice to actually see things for what they really are? I know I wouldn't want to live in a hazy cloud and walk around like a discombobulated, nutbag all the time. Rambling about shit like I don't have any fuckin' sense in my head."

"You know what though, I'll set you straight on some stuff for the time being. Till you get all that shit sorted out. I'm a nice guy like that. Here goes..."

Quote:I am sure everyone remembers Steve Davids triumphant return. I squashed that before it got started and now I have a chance to do that again. You may have been good at one point, Griff, but I am the best now. You were relevant in 2015......then you've lost twice since you've been back. Maybe........juuuuuust maybe, you don't have it anymore. Did that ever cross your mind? Maybe you just aren't what you used to be. Your time has come and gone. You were hot once but haven't done dick since.

"Oh shit. Steve Davids! That guy came back and I missed it! I beat that guy too. Made him cry. True story. I didn't care about the win, it was just fun as fuck to stomp the piss outta that fucktard. You say I was relevant back in 2015? Um... no. That wasn't a thing that happened. I wasn't even around these parts in 2015. You're thinking of an earlier date or maybe not thinking at all. Perhaps those whispers gave you some false information. See... this is why you gotta get on some meds, then you'll start figuring things out on your own and stop listening to the lies that those whispers keep telling you. I started in the XWF back in the summer of 2012. Split this joint in the late fall of 2014. So you're kinda off there buddy, but it's cool. Those whispers got you all confused and mucked up in the encephalon. I'm sure you would've known that if you weren't listening to them and were actually taking the time to do the research on your own. Just like you would know, I don't give a crap about what folks think about me. Think I'm hot shit or don't, love me, hate me, that's all irrelevant. I'm here to kick ass, that's it."

Quote:The perfect prey.

"Holy shit! I feel like you took this off an ad for an old 80's action flick. Something with Van Damme or Seagal in it. Fuckin' priceless man! I love it! You're on fire. Really. Alicia Keys wants to sing a song about it. The perfect prey. Are you for real right now? Did you actually say those words out loud? C'mon. Even being a mentally inept, imbecile like you clearly are, you have to know that was just... hilariously, terrible. I'd feel bad for you. If I didn't find it so damn funny! Awww... fuck, that was just bad. Please, don't let my words stop you though, try another attempt at whatever the fuck that was supposed to be. I'm begging you. I need more of this in my life. Ha! Maybe then I'll stop being so mad at the world. Ahahaha! Fuckin' tool."

Quote:The man whose life has been broken, and whose career has fallen to the wayside. The one who has nothing to lose. My favorite. Nothing to lose but everything to gain by becoming the television champion. The feel good story for a man whose life has been anything but. The perfect candidate to be Equalized.

"You're right, I've got nothing to lose but that doesn't mean I'm here to gain anything. I don't give a crap about the TV title. I've already held that title back in the beginning of 2013. Back when it was called the North Korean title and every time you defended it, you had to face two people at the same time. I was the first asshole to wield that title too. Now that shit was intense. Lemme tell you. What you're wielding is what that spaceman, Azrael Erebus... or at that time, Mr. Satellite... what he changed the North Korean title into. After he won it in April of 2013. During a huge battle that waged throughout the entire XWF building. He also changed the rules and made them easier. So that's the title that you're carrying. The training wheels version of the title that I already held. The more you know, bitch."

"I was also the X-Treme Champ twice, and the Tag Team champ. I'm one of the few Tag Team Champs to wield both tag titles on my own. After I beat Duke for their ownership or he left, really that part was a blur cause I was walking around in a cloudy haze myself at that point. Unlike your cloudy haze, it wasn't cause I was a crack brained, dullard lost in my own dimwitted, fantasy land. I just smoked a shit ton of reefer. I was like Pig Pen but instead of a dirt cloud, it was pot smoke. Y'know cause I was so into my high rising career. I had to get high all day, every day!"

Quote:I am ice cold. I have to heart left no be affected. I am going to break you beyond repair. I am going to break you down to your very core. This is something you can't put back together. This is something that you can't fix---a matter of pride. Your pride is going to hurt worse than your body does because you will come to the realization that your little comeback was all for naught. That your little comeback meant nothing because you failed--yet again. You failed at being a champion, you failed at winning your first match back, you failed at being the feel good story. You F-A-I-L-E-D.

"Thank you. Thank you for that. You're going to break me down to my very core? This is something I can't fix? A matter of pride? My pride is going to hurt worse than my body? Oh shit! Stay gold, Pony Boy! Y'know, I'm just back cause I was forced back, right? Shane

, yanked me back here. I didn't come back here for any shining star, triumphant return. I'm merely makin' the best of things. I don't give a shit who wins. I'm going out to that ring to stomp the crap outta you, fool. Don't you get that? No? Probably not, You're too cold to actually look into your opponent. Hey, at least now, I know you can spell. So... good job? I guess."

Quote:Quite frankly, I think you suck. I think you're a complete joke, a waste of space and Vinnie's money, and I think you never should have bothered crawling out of whatever hole you live in to come back. I think your entire existence is bullshit. You aren't worth a dixie cup of dip spit, but everyone here seems to think you are a challenge to me. A threat to this title. A crack in the walls that surround Empire.

"You think I suck? Oh man. Geez. And here I thought we could be best friends forever after this fight. Squash my dreams why don't ya! Holy fuckballs, you are a turd. Hey you are what you eat though, right? I don't give a shit what you or anybody else thinks about me. Win. Lose. It's all the same to me. As long as I get to throw a boot party on some fuckin' dumbass motherfucker... like you, I'm cool. For the most part. Still forced to be here against my will. But as I said before, I'm makin' the best of it."

Quote:These people don't care about you. This roster doesn't care about you. When your music hits those people are going to cheer simply because they know you get a chance to face me. They want to see me break a sweat. I don't care about pops, Griff, I don't care what the fans think. They can boo all they want, but at the end of the day they still buy my tee shirts. I don't care about my image, my reputation, how I am perceived. When I get in the ring, I take people out, always have and always will. Don't let these people, both in the locker room and in the stands, gas you up and get that greasy banged head all inflated. You're own parents didn't want you, what makes you think any of them do?

"I feel like a broken fuckin' record over here. I don't care what the masses think. The fans. The roster. You. It's all the same. Noise that I'm deaf to. You can't get gassed up on the things that you don't listen to but you sure listen an awful lot to that noise, don't you? You know, for a guy who doesn't care about his image or his reputation, you sure do keep bringing that sorta thing up a lot. You're starting to sound a little worried. Maybe those t-shirts sales might start dropping if this joke in front of you, beats your ass. I dunno Chris, it sorta seems like you're sweating to me. Maybe the heat was turned up too high when you recorded this though. Sure. That must be it."

"Okay. Bottom line here. I'm going to walk to that ring with one thing in mind. One, single, solitary purpose. Some sweet as fuck, ultra-violence! Gonna shine the ol' shit kickers up, real nice and pretty for ya too. Then when we're in the ring and you're standing there, looking at me like a complete and total jackass, without a god damn lick o' sense in his department store, bleached blonde noggin, I'm going to laugh my ass off and then, I'm going to stomp the ever-lovin' shit outta you. That's right Chris Chaos. I'm going to throw a boot party just for you! Win or lose. You are definitely walking out of that ring with the print of this size 12 Grinder, all over your ass. You want to talk shit on teeth. You won't be smiling so pearly white and perfect, after I'm through with you. Cause you most assuredly, are going to be biting those steel steps and my boot is going to make great friends, with the back of your skull. You probably have a decent dentist though, right?"

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