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I promised Tyrone that I would be on my “best behavior” in this match.
But, promises are meant to be broken.
So, if you’re easily triggered, I’d suggest that you exit that video and log off because I am going to say a bunch of shit that no one is going to like. If you’re all able to stomach a Ryan Adams video, then, mine should make you want to vomit your guts out.
If there is anything that pisses me off more than looking at that STD looking bitch inside a wrestling ring, it’s the idea that he can walk around thinking that he can provide advice that could make someone into a better human being. He’ll be like a Temu-version of your typical Joel Osteen, standing at the podium, preaching to the choir and try to sell you a book and promise how how this will be the book to change your life around and become the version that you want to be in your life. And guess, what? The religious nuts will completely eat that shit up. They’ll order the book from Amazon, Barnes and Noble or whoever books are sold. They’ll be the ones that feed the money, so that Joel Osteen can afford his luxurious mansion, fancy cars and expensive suits. He’ll begin to show gratitude for the success that he was able to gain throughout all of his endeavors and credit his precious sky daddy for everything. That he was nothing more than the chosen one, who was selected from his five other bum siblings to speak the word of the gospel, quote selective passages and preach to them like the good ole messenger of sky daddy he thinks that he’s being. Thou shalt not commit adultery, thou shalt not steal, thou shalt not kill. Joel Osteen is nothing more than a lovely, man of God. A net worth of $100 million. A man who has made so much money on preaching his gospel, assuring you that if you are faithful, you will be blessed. A man who has gotten the success that he has gotten over those who are struggling to put food on the table. A man, who at one point, was being praised for his sermons and had the Christian community at the palm of his hands. He was seen as the prime example of how a Christian man should carry himself. An example to how other men, who want to get closer to God should want to present themselves at.
But, is he really?
Against gay marriage, abortions, part of the Republican party and guess what else? He has shown his support for Israel. But, what more can you expect from a man, who has flexed his lavish lifestyle without giving one penny in return to those who need it? A man who is so self-fulfilling, he has no fucks to give about those around him. Anyone remember Hurricane Harvey? A Category 4 hurricane that infiltrated Texas and Louisiana. Cost more than a 100 lives due to the excessive flooding. Well, while everyone was opening their doors, allowing their homes, stores and buildings as an emergency shelter, what did Joel Osteen’s Lakewood Church do?
Close its doors.
“Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.” —Hebrews 13:2.
And, they tried to save their asses by saying that their entire Church was flooded and there was no way to get inside, but there’s actual photos of a small flood inside the Church. And then, they tried to double down on that shit and say shit like they were always open? This was as contradiction to how they claimed that they would open when the other shelters were full? And, they only did open it’s doors when they were called out, their backs against the fucking wall and had the possibility of losing money lingering in the air. But, Joel Osteen is an example of a bunch of rich men, who are spiritual, trying to preach the words of whatever their belief is. Trying to point the finger at someone about how they could be a better version of themselves. I find the whole thing baffling with you, Ryan. Because when the fuck are you going to change? I’m aware that I have zero redeemable qualities. I’m aware that if you had the balls, you would have thrown me to the street a long time ago. Yet, you aren’t going to do that because the lawsuit coming at your direction would be something that would fucking turn this company upside down. It would be enough to strip the life out of this company and watch it wither away. So go ahead, I dare you, Ryan. Go ahead and fire me. You think that you’d be doing yourself a favor, but you’ll just continue to prove the point that you can’t handle anyone who thinks differently than you. You can’t think of anyone who has a so-called ‘unpopular’ or taboo opinion on topics that most people tend to keep quiet. While you had Drake Armstrong, who thought that he was doing something in entertaining your whole tarot card and spirituality fetish, I am going to ask you to keep that shit away from me. I don’t believe in any of that shit. I don’t believe in any god. I don’t believe in any religion. Most importantly, I don’t believe in the shit that you are trying to spew at my direction. If anything, none of this shit is going to be able to hide you from the ass beating that’s coming your way. I am so glad that we were able establish the idea bout us having no love or respect for each other. I mean, THANK YOU for getting that piece of information out of the way because it’s not going to make me feel bad for anything that I am going to tell you this week. I just hope that you don’t get yourself a heart attack and witter away in response of it. I hear hell is nice this time of year, so it would be like you to save the extra buck and just kick the can. You can party with all of the good sexual abusers like your boy Jeffrey Epstein. Maybe, you can find Adolf Hitler somewhere torturing someone down by the river. I really don’t give a fuck at this point.
As long as you’re not here, that’s all good for me.
You can pretend that this is 2018 and that people are still intimidated by the shit that you done. Does it look like I ever gave a flying fuck about you being ‘Gawd?’ To me, you’re nothing more than a fucking peasant. You’re nothing more than the roach underneath my boot that keeps coming back after someone tries to put an end to you. Nothing more than someone who likes to pretend that there’s still some fight in you. There’s still some reason why you keep coming back, thinking that anyone is ever going to give a rat’s ass about Ryan Adams’ billionth return to this company. If I gave you some sort of fuck, I wouldn’t have been the first one to run up after you before you delivered your first spear in about a year. I would have been a bit more cautious in my plan to take you down. Honestly, I thought nothing of the confrontation because you were supposed to be nothing more than a blimp in my radar. Nothing more than an unnecessary factor that stood in my way of winning Grand Rampage. Instead, you ruined all of that for me. You are responsible for me not headlining Pain for Pride — like I deserved too. You are responsible for me being directionless. You are responsible for every single bad horrible shit that has ever happened in my family. I didn’t like you back in REVOLT, but I truly grew to despise you when you had your issues with Cameron. I fucking hate you. I fucking hate your family. I fucking hate how you look. I fucking hate your whole presentation. I have the idea that you think that you have anything to provide to this company as anything more than a ‘Chairman.’ You should have remained in your role and just fucked off. You should have kept the suit on rather than trying to play ‘Gawd’ again and find yourself in a Grand Rampage match that served no other purpose, but to get you in the ‘Pain for Pride DEDEDE’ kind of mood. I am so glad that you don’t miss out on Pain for Pride, DEDEDE. I am so glad that you decided to join in on the festivities. Now, I’m not going to lie — you won’t be getting a better opponent for Pain for Pride. If anything, I’m the best that shit is going to get for you. I’m the best thing that you’re going to be facing in a long, long, LONG time. Now, I got no issues with leaving bits and pieces of you for Bronson Daniels to discard. I know that he was REALLY wanting that match with you until I beat him to the punch. Such a shame that I did that, but he’ll get over that. He’ll be able to move past that idea for the time being. I am going to do what I can to get myself back on track after this god-awful season. I’m against a so-called ‘high caliber’ Elitists. A man who has preached about being called a ‘Gawd,’ but he’s not invincible. He’s not indestructible. He’s nothing more than a bitch. He’s nothing more than someone who I will never like. I will never respect. Hell, the fact that I decided to give him a fraction of my time today is saying something because I was actually going to say nothing to him at all.
The fucking scum doesn’t deserve my attention. You don’t deserve my attention, Ryan. You deserve deserves a giant ass beating ahead of you. If anyone, who has the audacity to bring some sort of pain into my life, thinks that they’re going to get away with it, they’re sadly mistaken. This entire season has been about pain. It’s been about one heartbreak after another. It’s been about realizing my fall from grace. It’s been coming to terms with all of that. There comes a point where I’m just…tired. I’m tired of all of that sense. I’m tired of motherfuckers like you, who waltz into this company and think that they can take away shit that I have been working my ass off for more than a year to get. I have overworked everyone who has stepped foot in the ring with me. I have outtalked them. I have outwrestled them. I have shown to be superior each and every single time, but it seems like ‘fate’ or whatever you want to interpreted had other plans in store for me. But, bitch, what are those plans? To cause me pain? To cause me torture? To cause me to go down a rabbit hole with no sign of ending? What’s this shit supposed to do? Punish me? Humble me? Get me to doubt myself? No, this company has done everything to keep me down. You are the main perpetuator of that, Ryan. You have done everything in your power to keep me down. You have done everything in your power to keep me down, so that certain people can have an easier time of getting to that next level. You have done nothing more than treat my entire family like fucking shit. You have done nothing more than to cause my family pain. You have done nothing more than create all of this hell in my family and you did so with a smile on your face. It made me sick to my stomach that I was forced to watch all of that shit because you did everything in your power to make sure that I wasn’t cleared. You did everything in your power to make sure that I didn’t have the power to do anything to stand up to you. You did everything you could to make me the irritable bitch that I am today, Ryan. This is your product. The fire ignited in me was your contribution. It was something that you had a role in and now, you get to suffer the consequences. Couldn’t be me.
Now, fuck off.
But, promises are meant to be broken.
So, if you’re easily triggered, I’d suggest that you exit that video and log off because I am going to say a bunch of shit that no one is going to like. If you’re all able to stomach a Ryan Adams video, then, mine should make you want to vomit your guts out.
If there is anything that pisses me off more than looking at that STD looking bitch inside a wrestling ring, it’s the idea that he can walk around thinking that he can provide advice that could make someone into a better human being. He’ll be like a Temu-version of your typical Joel Osteen, standing at the podium, preaching to the choir and try to sell you a book and promise how how this will be the book to change your life around and become the version that you want to be in your life. And guess, what? The religious nuts will completely eat that shit up. They’ll order the book from Amazon, Barnes and Noble or whoever books are sold. They’ll be the ones that feed the money, so that Joel Osteen can afford his luxurious mansion, fancy cars and expensive suits. He’ll begin to show gratitude for the success that he was able to gain throughout all of his endeavors and credit his precious sky daddy for everything. That he was nothing more than the chosen one, who was selected from his five other bum siblings to speak the word of the gospel, quote selective passages and preach to them like the good ole messenger of sky daddy he thinks that he’s being. Thou shalt not commit adultery, thou shalt not steal, thou shalt not kill. Joel Osteen is nothing more than a lovely, man of God. A net worth of $100 million. A man who has made so much money on preaching his gospel, assuring you that if you are faithful, you will be blessed. A man who has gotten the success that he has gotten over those who are struggling to put food on the table. A man, who at one point, was being praised for his sermons and had the Christian community at the palm of his hands. He was seen as the prime example of how a Christian man should carry himself. An example to how other men, who want to get closer to God should want to present themselves at.
But, is he really?
Against gay marriage, abortions, part of the Republican party and guess what else? He has shown his support for Israel. But, what more can you expect from a man, who has flexed his lavish lifestyle without giving one penny in return to those who need it? A man who is so self-fulfilling, he has no fucks to give about those around him. Anyone remember Hurricane Harvey? A Category 4 hurricane that infiltrated Texas and Louisiana. Cost more than a 100 lives due to the excessive flooding. Well, while everyone was opening their doors, allowing their homes, stores and buildings as an emergency shelter, what did Joel Osteen’s Lakewood Church do?
Close its doors.
“Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.” —Hebrews 13:2.
And, they tried to save their asses by saying that their entire Church was flooded and there was no way to get inside, but there’s actual photos of a small flood inside the Church. And then, they tried to double down on that shit and say shit like they were always open? This was as contradiction to how they claimed that they would open when the other shelters were full? And, they only did open it’s doors when they were called out, their backs against the fucking wall and had the possibility of losing money lingering in the air. But, Joel Osteen is an example of a bunch of rich men, who are spiritual, trying to preach the words of whatever their belief is. Trying to point the finger at someone about how they could be a better version of themselves. I find the whole thing baffling with you, Ryan. Because when the fuck are you going to change? I’m aware that I have zero redeemable qualities. I’m aware that if you had the balls, you would have thrown me to the street a long time ago. Yet, you aren’t going to do that because the lawsuit coming at your direction would be something that would fucking turn this company upside down. It would be enough to strip the life out of this company and watch it wither away. So go ahead, I dare you, Ryan. Go ahead and fire me. You think that you’d be doing yourself a favor, but you’ll just continue to prove the point that you can’t handle anyone who thinks differently than you. You can’t think of anyone who has a so-called ‘unpopular’ or taboo opinion on topics that most people tend to keep quiet. While you had Drake Armstrong, who thought that he was doing something in entertaining your whole tarot card and spirituality fetish, I am going to ask you to keep that shit away from me. I don’t believe in any of that shit. I don’t believe in any god. I don’t believe in any religion. Most importantly, I don’t believe in the shit that you are trying to spew at my direction. If anything, none of this shit is going to be able to hide you from the ass beating that’s coming your way. I am so glad that we were able establish the idea bout us having no love or respect for each other. I mean, THANK YOU for getting that piece of information out of the way because it’s not going to make me feel bad for anything that I am going to tell you this week. I just hope that you don’t get yourself a heart attack and witter away in response of it. I hear hell is nice this time of year, so it would be like you to save the extra buck and just kick the can. You can party with all of the good sexual abusers like your boy Jeffrey Epstein. Maybe, you can find Adolf Hitler somewhere torturing someone down by the river. I really don’t give a fuck at this point.
As long as you’re not here, that’s all good for me.
You can pretend that this is 2018 and that people are still intimidated by the shit that you done. Does it look like I ever gave a flying fuck about you being ‘Gawd?’ To me, you’re nothing more than a fucking peasant. You’re nothing more than the roach underneath my boot that keeps coming back after someone tries to put an end to you. Nothing more than someone who likes to pretend that there’s still some fight in you. There’s still some reason why you keep coming back, thinking that anyone is ever going to give a rat’s ass about Ryan Adams’ billionth return to this company. If I gave you some sort of fuck, I wouldn’t have been the first one to run up after you before you delivered your first spear in about a year. I would have been a bit more cautious in my plan to take you down. Honestly, I thought nothing of the confrontation because you were supposed to be nothing more than a blimp in my radar. Nothing more than an unnecessary factor that stood in my way of winning Grand Rampage. Instead, you ruined all of that for me. You are responsible for me not headlining Pain for Pride — like I deserved too. You are responsible for me being directionless. You are responsible for every single bad horrible shit that has ever happened in my family. I didn’t like you back in REVOLT, but I truly grew to despise you when you had your issues with Cameron. I fucking hate you. I fucking hate your family. I fucking hate how you look. I fucking hate your whole presentation. I have the idea that you think that you have anything to provide to this company as anything more than a ‘Chairman.’ You should have remained in your role and just fucked off. You should have kept the suit on rather than trying to play ‘Gawd’ again and find yourself in a Grand Rampage match that served no other purpose, but to get you in the ‘Pain for Pride DEDEDE’ kind of mood. I am so glad that you don’t miss out on Pain for Pride, DEDEDE. I am so glad that you decided to join in on the festivities. Now, I’m not going to lie — you won’t be getting a better opponent for Pain for Pride. If anything, I’m the best that shit is going to get for you. I’m the best thing that you’re going to be facing in a long, long, LONG time. Now, I got no issues with leaving bits and pieces of you for Bronson Daniels to discard. I know that he was REALLY wanting that match with you until I beat him to the punch. Such a shame that I did that, but he’ll get over that. He’ll be able to move past that idea for the time being. I am going to do what I can to get myself back on track after this god-awful season. I’m against a so-called ‘high caliber’ Elitists. A man who has preached about being called a ‘Gawd,’ but he’s not invincible. He’s not indestructible. He’s nothing more than a bitch. He’s nothing more than someone who I will never like. I will never respect. Hell, the fact that I decided to give him a fraction of my time today is saying something because I was actually going to say nothing to him at all.
The fucking scum doesn’t deserve my attention. You don’t deserve my attention, Ryan. You deserve deserves a giant ass beating ahead of you. If anyone, who has the audacity to bring some sort of pain into my life, thinks that they’re going to get away with it, they’re sadly mistaken. This entire season has been about pain. It’s been about one heartbreak after another. It’s been about realizing my fall from grace. It’s been coming to terms with all of that. There comes a point where I’m just…tired. I’m tired of all of that sense. I’m tired of motherfuckers like you, who waltz into this company and think that they can take away shit that I have been working my ass off for more than a year to get. I have overworked everyone who has stepped foot in the ring with me. I have outtalked them. I have outwrestled them. I have shown to be superior each and every single time, but it seems like ‘fate’ or whatever you want to interpreted had other plans in store for me. But, bitch, what are those plans? To cause me pain? To cause me torture? To cause me to go down a rabbit hole with no sign of ending? What’s this shit supposed to do? Punish me? Humble me? Get me to doubt myself? No, this company has done everything to keep me down. You are the main perpetuator of that, Ryan. You have done everything in your power to keep me down. You have done everything in your power to keep me down, so that certain people can have an easier time of getting to that next level. You have done nothing more than treat my entire family like fucking shit. You have done nothing more than to cause my family pain. You have done nothing more than create all of this hell in my family and you did so with a smile on your face. It made me sick to my stomach that I was forced to watch all of that shit because you did everything in your power to make sure that I wasn’t cleared. You did everything in your power to make sure that I didn’t have the power to do anything to stand up to you. You did everything you could to make me the irritable bitch that I am today, Ryan. This is your product. The fire ignited in me was your contribution. It was something that you had a role in and now, you get to suffer the consequences. Couldn’t be me.
Now, fuck off.
