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Post by Rock N' Roll God on Jan 2, 2021 16:08:55 GMT -6
Nex*Gen Championship vs. Evan Moore(c) w/Lee Matthews vs. Mike DimterRP Limit: 2
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Post by The Cult of Carnivore(DD/P/ID) on Jan 14, 2021 23:38:29 GMT -6
"Carnivore" Daniel Dream dressed in a black jacket over his black long-sleeve shirt with the hoodie over his yellow Smiley mask, blue jeans, still stands in the middle of The Slaughterhouse Gym’s ring. To the side of Daniel is still a tanned man with long black hair, wearing blue pants that was rechristened as Poseidon. Evan Moore wearing the Nex Gen Championship over the right shoulder of his open black jacket revealing a black shirt. Lee Matthews, wearing a black shirt and pants, still stares into the camera from behind "Carnivore" Daniel Dream, Evan Moore, and Poseidon.
Evan Moore: Let’s start off by saying FUCK MIKE DIMTER, big whoop-dee-doo, Rick Long was talentless but you’re worse than that, honest to god think I’m in the best shape of my life right now. May the best man win at West Hollywood, I'm the champion that Hollywood barely noticed, how did you get a match without having no type of talent? You're getting your mic impounded because I live in a dump of a gym while you live in a palace...Rock N Roll God is gonna get blamed for this too, isn't he? Never been more disappointed. There’s depth to everything I say. You spoke less than fifty words in your last interview so me losing to you is like you dropping a good promo, of course not, cause I ain't on your team. You must be too busy spending time with 'royalty' to cut a promo, Mike is a fucker and a loser. If you have a problem with me the equation is Evan equals great, you do not compute, your promos are better on mute. Nex Gen of wrestlers who level don't need to be better in order to last in this space, you're the reason part timers have it so hard. I'm not superstitious, I'm spiritual, I'm not religious, I pray to God every time I murder a promo, I get on my knees and I pray for forgiveness. My time, I'm the Nex Gen Champion because I can think of many better ways to spend it. Stop it, all you do is cut short and pointless promos that nobody wants to hear while looking tall in a team of women. Oh my God. Shut up. Daniel Dream: Yes! Please shut him up for me!Evan Moore: I'll do me and you do you but tell the world how you've been using the "Kingdom" name just to get you through, if you want to take it off the promo then fight me. You fucker, bow down, God. Not another young blowhard who still thinks he has all the answers. You all suck, everyone in The Kingdom sucks, but I'm not being weighed down by Team Resurrected because I'm free. Free of the dead weight, free of the egotism and ambiguity that were clouding our way, free of senseless stable wars we never asked for or cared about, we can now focus on our goal. The change we promised is about to come. Justice. Integrity. Respect. It’s a new dawn for ECWF. We are more alike than you want to admit. Our main difference is that I am honest about who and what I am. You can belittle and mock me all you want. I'll just nod and agree. Because why should I deny facts. Facts. Daniel Dream: You want to be me so much it’s adorable.Evan Moore: If you believe you can beat me, you are some kinda strung out if you really believe that, you couldn’t get a hit on me if I was standing still. You can't deny it, promise me that you'll admit I'm the better man, Imma hold ya to it. I’ve been promised that before. We’ll see if you can actually measure up. Fuck The Kingdom and Mike Dimter. 'The Cult Leader' Carnivore Daniel Dream, Evan Moore, Poseidon, and Lee Matthews leave the ring apron of The Slaughterhouse Gym as the opening lyrics of "Kings Never Die" by Eminem plays over The Slaughterhouse Gym’s PA system. The scene fades to black.
"I can hear the drummer drumming.
And the trumpets, someone's tryna summon someone, I know something's coming.
But I'm running from it to be standing at the summit.
And plummet, how come it wasn't what I thought it was, was it.
Too good to be true?
Have nothing, get it all but too much of it then lose it again.
Did I swallow hallucinogens, 'cause if not, where the hell did it go?
'Cause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven just choosing to sin.
Even if it means I'm selling my soul, just to be the undisputed again.
Do whatever I gotta do just to win.
'Cause I got this motherfucking cloud over my head.
Crown around it, thorns on it.
Cracks in it, bet you morons didn't.
Think I'd be back, did ya?
How 'bout that I'm somehow now back to the underdog.
But no matter how loud that I bark, this sport is something I never bow-wow'd at.
I complain about the game, I shout and I pout, it's a love-hate.
But I found out that I can move a mountain of doubt.
Even when you bitches are counting me out, and I appear to be down for the count.
Only time I ever been out and about is.
Driving around town with my fucking whereabouts in a doubt.
'Cause I been lost tryna think of what I did to get here but I'm not a quitter.
Gotta get up, give it all I got or give up.
Spit on, shit on, stepped on, but kept going I'm tryna be headstrong.
But it feels like I slept on my neck wrong.
'Cause you're moving onto the next, but is the respect gone?
'Cause someone told me that kings never die.
Don't give me that sob story liar, don't preach to the choir.
You ain't never even had to reach in the fire to dig deep.
Nobody ever handed me shit in life, not even a flyer.
Wouldn't even take shit into consideration.
Obliterate anyone in the way."
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