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The Brothers Blackwater · **02-26-2019, 08:37 PM**

"Tomorrow, I will make my own personal debut, as a wrestler in the XWF. You all have seen Donovan wrestle a countless number of times, just this past Saturday, he took the TV Title off that idiot, Hanari Carnes. Like there was any doubt. Ezra has even managed to take part in matches, here and there, although his record isn't as impressive as Donovan's. I think he lost every match that he was booked in and that includes the match that our father was in. Yeah, really showing the love there... just kidding, I know there wasn't any real animosity fueling either of their agendas. Despite them battling it out in the ring, there wasn't any actual anger or bad blood between Azrael and Ezra. Still it was a safe bet to assume that Azrael was going to take the win. He's been wrestling a heck of a lot longer than Ezra, he's a seasoned veteran, if you will. With tons of accolades, he won just about every title in the company and even retired a belt. So it was a pretty solid bet to make that he would take the win over Ezra, lord knows Ezra's partner wasn't helping. Whoever put together that match had to be nuts. The Engineer and Azrael Erebus versus Ezra Blackwater and Michael McBride. If people didn't know which way that fight would go, they weren't operating with all their senses. Anyway the point is that both of my brothers have had their time in the ring and now, it's my turn. Finally... after showing up on the scene back in August of last year with my brothers.... FINALLY, I'm entering the squared circle with intentions of wrestling. And who do I get to say is my first opponent? Job Ber Wan."

"Sigh."

"Yeah, that's right. I said the word 'sigh' out loud. That's how depressed this fight makes me. I'm filled with such an immense state of sorrow, I literally have to say the word 'sigh' out loud. Simply doing the action of sighing doesn't convey my emotion properly enough. I need to actually say the word out loud, in order to showcase the sadness that I'm feeling right now."

"Sigh."

"There, I did it again."

"When Donovan started wrestling, he was booked in a championship match, right off the bat. He lost that match and then he was put in another championship match. He would go on to claim a victory and become the X-Treme champ."

"Ezra has only had notable fights. Each and every time he wrestled, it's been against someone epic and amazing."

"Me... I get Job Ber Wan."

"Sure, it could be brought up that this match is for contendership, to face the Hart chamion. If I win this match, I continue onward to face Dolly Waters. That's great. After beating up a brain addled moron, I get to fight a little girl. Precisely the way I wanted to start my solo career with the company. Yeah, there's going to be a match with El Pantera tossed in the mix but come on, where's the challenge? Where's the wow factor? You would think that management would put a guy, who can transform into solid fucking steel, into a match that's far more demanding. Donovan looks like a GQ model and he fought Death/Mandi Rider in his first fight. A strong gust of wind could get the best of Ezra. His waist is the same size as one of my thighs. Yet he gets saddled with the option of facing the likes of The Engineer and Game Girl. Meanwhile, I can turn into solid steel and I get Job Ber Wan."

"There is literally nothing impressive or noteworthy about this guy. Except for the fact that he disrupts events with his crew of

and acts like a total badass, only to completely shit the bed every time he actually attempts to wrestle. The guy is a waste of space. A pathetic loser. Every waking moment demonstrates his ability to fail at life. That's including the attack he launched on me. A cheap shot, by the way. Attacking a dude from behind and running away like a little punk ass bitch. I bet you thought I forgot about that, eh Jobbie? Nah. I still remember that bullshit. I just didn't think you were worth the effort of going after you, with intentions of pounding the life out of you. Now that you're slated to face me, I might as well serve up the pain. Show you what it's like to fight a guy that can turn into solid steel. You ever get hit with a fist made of steel? Ordinarily, I can deliver a fairly decent punch, the impact and damage received is pretty significant. When I transition into solid steel, you better believe... shit gets wreckt."

"You have that to look forward to Job Ber Wan. A man made of steel coming at you, with the sole purpose of fucking your world up. There won't be anywhere for you to run off and hide when you're in that ring either. I need to entertain myself somehow. Since the powers that be assumed that you would be an adequate challenge for my debut match. I might as well treat you as such and bring the fight like you're worth it. Like you're not a total douchebag and a joke. Like you're someone that's legit and a threat. Which couldn't be farther from the truth but I'm going to act like you are. That way I can justify what I plan on doing to you. I aim to do a lot too. You will never in your life suffer the same way, like you will when we take part in combat. I am going to hurt you in ways that you were never hurt before. That's my promise to you, Job Ber Wan. My vow. My solemn oath. Your suffering will be legendary."

"Oh and if it wasn't obvious, I'm going to pin you and claim the win."

"Then go on to face a Mexican dude with a shitty name and a fifteen year old girl. I don't know. I don't think I can bring the pain to a little girl. Fucking your world up is one thing but a tiny female? I don't think I can manage that task. Donovan did it no problem. He's an egotistical asshole like that sometimes. Cause Dolly called him out for losing to her the first time, he needed to put her in her place and now he's the Television champ. Who was surprised by that victory over Hanari Carnes? I sure wasn't. In fact, if Donovan would have lost, I wouldn't have let him live it down. I would have mocked him mercilessly. Why? Come on, you really gotta ask that shit? It's Hanari Carnes. Nuff said."

"Not as bad as Job Ber Wan but still pretty damn awful."

"Alright I think I've conveyed all that I wanted to say. The message should be received properly. No more words are needed. Except maybe I'll add eight more, just for good measure."

"See you at your loss, Job Ber Wan."

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