Valora’s Blog ‘I’m Still Here’

So yeah, here's me.  On the raggedity edge once again.  Been a little busy for this fuckin web shit lately, it's tough kicking as much ass as I do, it tends to be somewhat time consuming.  But with so much happening, and a few people inserting their views on things… figured there was a moment or two for words between ass kickings.  On that note, he we go:

First to Stephen Greer.  You gotta tell me man since I've never fucked up and dropped the ball as epically as you have, just how did it feel when I pinned you?  Yeah, you gave me a nice cozy room in the med center for a night or two, but I was laughing all the way there, just remembering the look on your face when I pinned you.  Priceless.

Johnny Lightning.  Count yourself lucky, bitch.  Next time you step into a ring with me, I just might slit your fucking throat.  Little kids like you should stay the fuck out of the ring while the adults are working.  You're a fucking disgrace to the art, to the business, to the whole fucking thing.

Angus…  Oh where to start with this ignorant little fuck.  Firstly, I'm Mexican not Cuban, not Puerto Rican, not any of that.  Mexican.  You know, the same people inbred, racist, redneck fucks like you fucked over to get Texas and half of the modern day U.S. from.  Now we've moved north and basically taken the land back, and you all pay for it.  Payback's a bitch, ain't it?  Yeah, Chance Wolfington is a worthless piece of shit, I'll give you that.  But take Dane's Dick out of your mouth long enough to listen very carefully to what I'm about to say.  The Hardcore Icons… we ain't bitching.  We're acting.  We ran your little bitches, Team in Danger out of the Missouri Valley Wrestling show tonight, I demolished Dane's limo,   I very nearly took Cobra's head off with my lead pipe.  All in all, Team in Danger was runnin' for their fuckin' lives and Umbrage and I were the ones sending them running.  See, the Corporate noise… that ain't our kinda thing.  We're gonna be showing up, whenever we want, wherever we want, until we get our belts back and leave Team in Danger in a pool of their blood.

Sault St. Marie:  Noticed your little epic fail.  Way to piss the real boss off, though I gotta say, watching you stand out in the cold getting your old, rich white ass chewed out by Johnson was fuckin' gold.  Johnson knows how to make WMW work.  He handles the corporate shit, signs our checks and leaves the wrestling to the fucking wrestlers.  Take notes, bitch.

Dan Pollaski: Saw your little blog too.  You're dead on about Umbrage, he could walk into Defiance by himself, beat the piss out of all of those inbred hicks, wannabes and fuckin' disgraces to the business that call themselves wrestlers and get our belts.  But when he does that, he won't be doin' it alone.  I'll be there with him, which means Defiance is doubly fucked.  Oh and your welcome, by the way.  You have asked, I am delivering, and this is just the start.  I'll burn down the house that is Defiance.

Eric Dane: Isn't this cute, a little evil genius wannabe, Only problem is he's neither a genius nor evil.  He's a fucking retard.  He just went and picked a fight with a fed ranked 5th overall out of all the 50 some feds that EWTorch keeps an eye on.  WMW was the only fed on that list that is a member of the WWA, by the way.  No other fed, including Defiance, made the top 15 power rankings.  How's that taste, Eric?  Bitter?  Hard to choke down?  Cause I know it's pretty fuckin' tasty from where I'm sitting.  Tell ya what, go ahead and grow a pair of balls and hand over the belts to us and Umbrage and I might just leave your little fucking joke of a fed up and running, cause if you don't well then Umbrage and I will do what he's been doing for years and what I'm doing right now, beat down every mother fucker you send against us until it's just you, me, and Umbrage in a room, and I've run that scenario through my head a thousand different ways and none of them end good for you.

Lee Best: Suck a dick.  You're awfully eager to sign the death warrants of Scottywood-if-he-could and whoever the fuck his worthless shit of a partner is.  This is real simple.  You pay AWS Man and Myself a shit ton of money and we humiliate Scotty and his boy in front of your crowd, Oh and we'll probably raise your ratings a bit too since AWS Man and I are both worth more then your entire fucking roster put together.  So, least you got that going for you.  Better then nothing, I suppose.

That's about it for the moment.  If I got something else to say, rest assured, I'll be back, til then back to my two favorite things in the world, beating the shit out of people and having a drink at my favorite bar

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