Post by JaceParkerDavidson on Apr 22, 2023 3:27:03 GMT -5
The One Percent.
The so-called force behind UPRISING. The group that claims to be the reason why people tune in to every show, why they spend their hard-earned money to see it live. According to Marisol Vilaro and her cult-like followers. There would be no UPRISING without them.
Pardon me while I laugh hysterically at such nonsense. I am a tad bit drunk at the moment, nothing finishes off a Friday evening like a stiff drink or twelve.
Do you know what it reminds me of? It reminds me of people like Molly Hatchet and Griffin Hawkins who thought they were the very blood in UPRISING’s veins. The precious oxygen that UPRISING needed to survive.
But where are they now?
The answer is somewhere else doing a whole lot of nothing worthwhile. And yet, here UPRISING stands alive and well, and dare I say, thriving like it never has before. There are new talents on the roster, the shows are bigger and better than ever. And the lazy, ill-tempered, and low-effort folks who expect everything handed to them on a silver platter are weeding themselves out one by one.
I won’t be brash enough to claim that’s all thanks to me.
…But I also can’t deny that this change was all started by the earth-shattering defeat of Miss Hatchet which led to her departure, which lead to Griffin taking his ball and going wherever the hug and the rub of promise title opportunities laid. It led to Lola Dane falling off the face of the planet and Andrea Hernandez saying no mas before ever stepping into the ring against me in an obvious two-on-one advantage against me.
You can’t tell but I’m waving right now, Andrea. Always nice to see you run away like a little bitch but yet pop up on the website like a creeper.
My sheer presence has made Ace Sky lose all shreds of common sense and seek the comfort of his own mouth around his penis. It’s made the big, bad, Gorgo decide to flip like a coin before the Super Bowl and side with Marisol Vilaro.
Why?
Something something, agent of chaos, something something, a lot of fucking bullshit.
Either way, I could wax on poetically about a lot of the stupidity from members of the roster of UPRISING. But the point is that regardless of the IQ level of certain members, UPRISING is alive, well, and better than ever.
If we can survive losing the likes of Molly Hatchet, Griffin Hawkins, Lola Dane, Andrea Hernandez, Alexis Lemon, and others. What makes The One Percent think that we can’t survive without them?
Let’s honestly think about it for a moment.
If The One Percent weren’t here… wait, no, if Marisol Vilaro wasn’t here then all those wrestlers that call themselves her clients would be forced to make an effort on their own. They would be forced to sink, or swim using their own God-given talent and not rely on the Barcelona Bitchface’s loudmouth to keep them treading water.
An UPRISING without Marisol Vilaro might actually make Brad Jackson start to do his job properly and stop booking these cards with an obvious bias toward Fitness Skipper and her team of misfit toys.
Addition by subtraction is a thing and we’ve already seen it happen with our very eyes.
But, of course, Marisol will be quick to respond to this. She’ll call me a garbage person, or something similar to such, and tell me that UPRISING is better off without me or Samantha Tolson.
You know, because any wrestling promotion is far better off with a hard-working undefeated wrestler and a hard-working current World Champion.
Remember what I said about IQ levels?
The point is that UPRISING could absolutely survive without the likes of Marisol Vilaro and her One Percent losers. It's not like Marisol isn’t in twenty other wrestling promotions doing the exact same dumb shit anyway.
She likes to believe she’s brought something of substance to UPRISING. The only thing she’s brought is an obvious bias from Bradley Jackson and a lot of dead airtimes where she goes on about nothing at all interesting or important.
I’m sure people just loved that “Fitness Queen Rules” match or whatever the fuck it was called.
Losing a match where you got to make up the rules as you go has become the laughingstock of a majority of the wrestlers in the back. But self-awareness isn’t something that goes along with being a “Better You” it seems.
It burns up Mari’s crusty panties that there is a new company and product in town. If her “system” was so superior as she claims that it is, then she wouldn’t feel the heat of competition or be whining to Jackson about it.
But that’s Vilaro for you. She likes to point the finger of blame on others and project onto them the same shit she does and gets away with usually.
But again, she’s a glorified cheerleader. A below-average piece of eye candy that stands at ringside in a pair of yoga pants. All she’s good at is showing off that Moose knuckle of a camel toe and sticking her nose into matches to give her ‘clients’ the must-needed advantage to walk away with a victory.
But Lawd forbids if you fight fire with fire.
I spent enough time talking about the Protein Shake Pussy.
Let’s talk about the other members of her motley crew. First, there is the newest member, Chadly Gillychrest, or whatever the fuck he calls himself. The weird looking do with the creeper smile and overly nice attitude that is about as thin and flimsy as wet toilet paper.
This guy goes around on Twitter talking about recruiting people to professional wrestling’s version of the Globo Gym. A decent pair of dentures and a fake nice guy attitude isn’t enough to lure people with any kind of common sense toward Marisol’s spread legs. Even though those deadly tentacles that creep out will pull you into the abyss, never to be seen again.
This guy tried to recruit Madison into the fold inside of facing her in the middle of the ring on Revolution 6. That backfired of course, yet the man keeps hammering on about how she’s going to dismantle her and rebuild her. What he needs to do is dismantle this facade he puts on and make better life decisions.
I can’t wait to watch Madison beat the brakes off this guy and send it back to where he came from.
Then there are the current Unity Champions, Juliana Mendoza, and Emma Couture. Majo… Mayo Mountain… or whatever the fuck that they call their team. Seriously, who can even pronounce that shit properly? Shit sounds like something Azzy Vebbins would try to say with a mouth full of actual marbles.
Don’t think for a second that I’ve forgotten that blindsided attack after my match at Equinox II. I don’t care if you were just ‘following orders’ or whatever your motivations were. The fact is that you decide to bring yourselves down to the ring and put your hands on me just so Vilaro could look good for a split second.
Just because I haven’t immediately sought revenge or really mentioned the two of you doesn’t mean I’m just going to let it slide. You might be the Unity Champions at the moment but trust me when I say I will be keeping my eye on both of you.
It might be in an official match; it might be for those title belts. It might be post-match or during one of your matches. Hell, it might be in the parking lot or in the middle of an airport. One way or another, I will get my revenge and it’ll be when you least expect it. So, enjoy your time with those belts while they last. Have fun looking over your shoulders while wondering just when and where I might strike.
UPRISING would be better off without the two of you just because no one would have to struggle to try and say your goddamn team's name correctly.
Next up with have the so-called VIP of UPRISING. The man that thinks he is ‘The Face’ of the company. The former UPRISING World Champion, Chris Mosh. The man has a lot of monikers that speak very highly of himself but doesn’t have a whole lot to show for it.
I mean, yes, he was the UPRISING World Champion for a cup of coffee. But who did he beat for it? Molly Hatchet after she had just won the title from Griffin Hawkins. Mosh should retire if he couldn’t achieve that goal with one hand tied behind his back. I beat Hatchet when she was well-rested and 100%.
But oh ‘Mosh held the title for almost six months!’ Yeah, and how many successful title defenses did he have? One… and how many of those defenses were against individuals with actual talent? A big fat zero.
Mosh only defended the title in an impromptu match because I had pointed out that he hadn’t wrestled a single match in UPRISING in 2023 up to that point. He came out to the ring, made a big spectacular… or rather… testicle of himself, and then had to play MY theme music to get himself over.
He ‘fooled’ everyone into thinking he had the balls to defend that belt against someone like me and then proceeded to make a joke of that Championship with that match.
Yet, the entire Vilaro contingent will whine endlessly that I screwed over Gorgo to help Samantha Tolson get her title shot against him in Japan.
The dude only jumped because I said something, used MY theme music to get himself over, and then took a literal shit on the prestige of this company’s top belt. And I was just supposed to sit back and shrug my shoulders?
I was just supposed to eat that bullshit and be a good little boy for the sake of Vilaro’s group or Yelena Gorgo of all people?
You fucks really don’t know me very well if you think that.
Mosh is a man that likes you to believe that he’s constantly training and constantly trying to improve himself as a professional wrestler. Yet, he can’t take 30 seconds between reps to hammer out a half-decent tweet. He can’t find the time in his ‘busy’ schedule to promote his match properly and let Marisol fight his battles for him. Not very ‘Face of the Company’ behavior, my guy.
But Mosh doesn’t interact as much because apparently, he’s tired of the same old insults slung at him. Well Skippy, if the same old insults didn’t work fucking constantly then maybe I wouldn’t be compelled to play the classics. Maybe if you did something worthwhile as a wrestler that didn’t involve Marisol doing all your talking for you or cheating in your favor then maybe, just maybe I’d change my tune.
But that’s not going to happen.
You’re not fucking capable of making that a possibility.
You’re more suited to bending over and allowing Marisol to shove her arm up your gaping rectal cavity to work you like the fucking Muppet that you are.
Mosh says he doesn’t respect me. Well, the feeling is fucking mutual, dickwad.
I knew you were a fucking bitch-made pussy the moment you faced Samantha Tolson in December. When you tried to flex in my presence like I was some intern fuck that you could tell to go get you coffee.
I wanted to smack your head off of your shoulders right then and there. But I didn’t because I didn’t want to get Samantha disqualified.
I’ve asked this many times without getting an answer from you. Allow me to ask just one more time.
Do you remember what I said to you that night?
Probably not, I mean it would require intelligence to heed something that I said to you. And clearly, from all your talk when you ‘find the time’ to address the match or the fact that you stick by the ‘Vilaro System’ it shows that intelligence isn’t your wheelhouse.
I’ll tell you and the world what I whispered to you that night.
I told you that you and all of Marisol’s clients were fucked.
I gave you ample chance to get the hell out of dodge, but did you? Of course not, you were high off of the fumes from your own bullshit. You beat Tolson, you cashed in on Molly, and you became the UPRISING World Champion.
Congratulations, but look at you now.
You’re no longer a Champion of any kind in UPRISING. You let down Marisol and the entire One Percent. Brad Jackson was nowhere to be found to reverse the decision or to book you in an immediate rematch for Revolution 6. Instead, you get booked into a tag team match against the new UPRISING World Champion and yours truly.
It didn’t take very long for me to get to chance to fuck you up. You can sit there and talk about how you’ll get a rematch for the title and win it back. My dude, you’re going to be lucky to walk out of Revolution 6 under your own power. I’m going to make sure that Samantha barely has to lift a finger. She had her fun kicking your ass in Japan but now it’s my turn.
And yes, I know you have a partner and I know that Marisol will be lurking around ringside.
That brings me to the final member of The One Percent.
That’s you, Summer Page.
Chris Mosh has told the world that you and he are training together to defeat Samantha and me on April 29th. Is that legit or is Mosh just have an imaginary friend named Summer? I came to you upfront and straightforwardly in Japan. I told you that you could be better than The One Percent, better than Chris Mosh, and better than Marisol Vilaro.
I told you that all of them were just holding you back. That you could live up to your potential by standing on your own two feet.
It seems like my words may have fallen on deaf ears.
I even took a step further and stood in your corner at ringside during your match at Equinox II. I made sure that you were okay whenever the shit started to hit the fan. Not Chris Mosh, not the other two cunts, not Chadly, and certainly not Marisol herself.
It was me.
Why? Because to Marisol, Mosh, and the rest of them, you’re very low on the priority totem pole. You had to challenge members of the Black Crusade to a match in Japan because Marisol did fuck all to promote you or get you a high-profile match on that show. She was too busy focusing on Emma and Juliana. She put all her eggs in the basket of promoting Chris Mosh. Fuck, she even put promoting herself in her bullshit match than she did to promote you.
What kind of fucking manager is that? Tell me in all of that, what did the fucking Vilaro system do for you?
Is that the kind of company you want to keep?
None of them even gave you a passing thought but I did.
So, think long and hard to yourself, Summer. Was I telling you the truth or was I just blowing smoke up your ass?
Did Enigma stop and tell me I was wrong even once during that whole conversation that we had?
Of course, he didn’t, and what about him?
How do you think he’ll feel if you decided to stick with Marisol and The One Percent? Sev is fiercely loyal but even he is human. How long is he going to tolerate bending over backward for you when you can’t even help yourself?
How many times does he have to tilt the sides in your favor because he becomes frustrated that it doesn’t get you anywhere? He literally plucked a golden ball for you out of that tumbler at the Lethal Lottery to get you into that battle royal.
And how did that go for you? How many members of The One Percent were there to help you or stop you from being eliminated?
You can bet that sweet, tight ass of yours that if it was Chris Mosh in the ring, Marisol would have made it her duty to be out there.
All of this evidence is right before your very eyes and yet all you do is tweet that everyone is wondering what you’re going to do and to ‘wait and see.’
The fact that it’s even a toss-up at this point is fucking ridiculous. You’re a former World Champion here I am told and yet you’re treated like the runt of the litter in The One Percent. You’re supposedly due a shot at the UPRISING World Championship belt but not a single member of The One Percent is going to try and stop Chris Mosh from stealing that right from under you.
And believe me, family or not, Mosh will fuck you over to get another shot at the UPRISING World Championship belt.
I wanted to have faith that you were smarter than this. I wanted to walk into this tag team match with nothing but respect for you. You’ve shown me absolutely nothing so far to suggest you’re worthy of either of those things.
So, come Revolution 6 on April 29th. I’m not walking into that tag team match looking to face Summer Page the former UPRISING World Champion. Summer Page with all the potential in the world. I’m walking into that match and fighting you like just another member of The One Percent. I’m going to look at you as just another brainwashed idiot that couldn’t get over on her own, so she needed to cling to Marisol’s skirt to keep her head above water.
You’ve forced me to do that, Summer.
Whatever you decide to do from that moment on? That’s your choice.
Either way, I plan on staying undefeated. I plan on beating the dog shit out of Chris Mosh and you because you’ve given me no reason to think better of you by your lack of a choice so far. Saturday night, April 29th will be the donning of The Kingdom.
Whether people like the name or not; does not matter to me.
I will team with possibly the first-ever worthwhile UPRISING World Champion. And we’ll show you that being wrestling royalty, that ruling over UPRISING isn’t just some empty words or terrible gimmick.
We will work more than anyone else.
We will fight longer than anyone else.
We will hit harder than anyone else.
And if that leaves you buried in the dust because you can’t keep up with this level of talent?
I’m sure there is some random combination of the alphabet out there that is thirsty AF for warm bodies that will hand you your instant gratification without having to earn it.
See you soon.
Sincerely,
The King of The Kingdom
Jace Parker Davidson
The so-called force behind UPRISING. The group that claims to be the reason why people tune in to every show, why they spend their hard-earned money to see it live. According to Marisol Vilaro and her cult-like followers. There would be no UPRISING without them.
Pardon me while I laugh hysterically at such nonsense. I am a tad bit drunk at the moment, nothing finishes off a Friday evening like a stiff drink or twelve.
Do you know what it reminds me of? It reminds me of people like Molly Hatchet and Griffin Hawkins who thought they were the very blood in UPRISING’s veins. The precious oxygen that UPRISING needed to survive.
But where are they now?
The answer is somewhere else doing a whole lot of nothing worthwhile. And yet, here UPRISING stands alive and well, and dare I say, thriving like it never has before. There are new talents on the roster, the shows are bigger and better than ever. And the lazy, ill-tempered, and low-effort folks who expect everything handed to them on a silver platter are weeding themselves out one by one.
I won’t be brash enough to claim that’s all thanks to me.
…But I also can’t deny that this change was all started by the earth-shattering defeat of Miss Hatchet which led to her departure, which lead to Griffin taking his ball and going wherever the hug and the rub of promise title opportunities laid. It led to Lola Dane falling off the face of the planet and Andrea Hernandez saying no mas before ever stepping into the ring against me in an obvious two-on-one advantage against me.
You can’t tell but I’m waving right now, Andrea. Always nice to see you run away like a little bitch but yet pop up on the website like a creeper.
My sheer presence has made Ace Sky lose all shreds of common sense and seek the comfort of his own mouth around his penis. It’s made the big, bad, Gorgo decide to flip like a coin before the Super Bowl and side with Marisol Vilaro.
Why?
Something something, agent of chaos, something something, a lot of fucking bullshit.
Either way, I could wax on poetically about a lot of the stupidity from members of the roster of UPRISING. But the point is that regardless of the IQ level of certain members, UPRISING is alive, well, and better than ever.
If we can survive losing the likes of Molly Hatchet, Griffin Hawkins, Lola Dane, Andrea Hernandez, Alexis Lemon, and others. What makes The One Percent think that we can’t survive without them?
Let’s honestly think about it for a moment.
If The One Percent weren’t here… wait, no, if Marisol Vilaro wasn’t here then all those wrestlers that call themselves her clients would be forced to make an effort on their own. They would be forced to sink, or swim using their own God-given talent and not rely on the Barcelona Bitchface’s loudmouth to keep them treading water.
An UPRISING without Marisol Vilaro might actually make Brad Jackson start to do his job properly and stop booking these cards with an obvious bias toward Fitness Skipper and her team of misfit toys.
Addition by subtraction is a thing and we’ve already seen it happen with our very eyes.
But, of course, Marisol will be quick to respond to this. She’ll call me a garbage person, or something similar to such, and tell me that UPRISING is better off without me or Samantha Tolson.
You know, because any wrestling promotion is far better off with a hard-working undefeated wrestler and a hard-working current World Champion.
Remember what I said about IQ levels?
The point is that UPRISING could absolutely survive without the likes of Marisol Vilaro and her One Percent losers. It's not like Marisol isn’t in twenty other wrestling promotions doing the exact same dumb shit anyway.
She likes to believe she’s brought something of substance to UPRISING. The only thing she’s brought is an obvious bias from Bradley Jackson and a lot of dead airtimes where she goes on about nothing at all interesting or important.
I’m sure people just loved that “Fitness Queen Rules” match or whatever the fuck it was called.
Losing a match where you got to make up the rules as you go has become the laughingstock of a majority of the wrestlers in the back. But self-awareness isn’t something that goes along with being a “Better You” it seems.
It burns up Mari’s crusty panties that there is a new company and product in town. If her “system” was so superior as she claims that it is, then she wouldn’t feel the heat of competition or be whining to Jackson about it.
But that’s Vilaro for you. She likes to point the finger of blame on others and project onto them the same shit she does and gets away with usually.
But again, she’s a glorified cheerleader. A below-average piece of eye candy that stands at ringside in a pair of yoga pants. All she’s good at is showing off that Moose knuckle of a camel toe and sticking her nose into matches to give her ‘clients’ the must-needed advantage to walk away with a victory.
But Lawd forbids if you fight fire with fire.
I spent enough time talking about the Protein Shake Pussy.
Let’s talk about the other members of her motley crew. First, there is the newest member, Chadly Gillychrest, or whatever the fuck he calls himself. The weird looking do with the creeper smile and overly nice attitude that is about as thin and flimsy as wet toilet paper.
This guy goes around on Twitter talking about recruiting people to professional wrestling’s version of the Globo Gym. A decent pair of dentures and a fake nice guy attitude isn’t enough to lure people with any kind of common sense toward Marisol’s spread legs. Even though those deadly tentacles that creep out will pull you into the abyss, never to be seen again.
This guy tried to recruit Madison into the fold inside of facing her in the middle of the ring on Revolution 6. That backfired of course, yet the man keeps hammering on about how she’s going to dismantle her and rebuild her. What he needs to do is dismantle this facade he puts on and make better life decisions.
I can’t wait to watch Madison beat the brakes off this guy and send it back to where he came from.
Then there are the current Unity Champions, Juliana Mendoza, and Emma Couture. Majo… Mayo Mountain… or whatever the fuck that they call their team. Seriously, who can even pronounce that shit properly? Shit sounds like something Azzy Vebbins would try to say with a mouth full of actual marbles.
Don’t think for a second that I’ve forgotten that blindsided attack after my match at Equinox II. I don’t care if you were just ‘following orders’ or whatever your motivations were. The fact is that you decide to bring yourselves down to the ring and put your hands on me just so Vilaro could look good for a split second.
Just because I haven’t immediately sought revenge or really mentioned the two of you doesn’t mean I’m just going to let it slide. You might be the Unity Champions at the moment but trust me when I say I will be keeping my eye on both of you.
It might be in an official match; it might be for those title belts. It might be post-match or during one of your matches. Hell, it might be in the parking lot or in the middle of an airport. One way or another, I will get my revenge and it’ll be when you least expect it. So, enjoy your time with those belts while they last. Have fun looking over your shoulders while wondering just when and where I might strike.
UPRISING would be better off without the two of you just because no one would have to struggle to try and say your goddamn team's name correctly.
Next up with have the so-called VIP of UPRISING. The man that thinks he is ‘The Face’ of the company. The former UPRISING World Champion, Chris Mosh. The man has a lot of monikers that speak very highly of himself but doesn’t have a whole lot to show for it.
I mean, yes, he was the UPRISING World Champion for a cup of coffee. But who did he beat for it? Molly Hatchet after she had just won the title from Griffin Hawkins. Mosh should retire if he couldn’t achieve that goal with one hand tied behind his back. I beat Hatchet when she was well-rested and 100%.
But oh ‘Mosh held the title for almost six months!’ Yeah, and how many successful title defenses did he have? One… and how many of those defenses were against individuals with actual talent? A big fat zero.
Mosh only defended the title in an impromptu match because I had pointed out that he hadn’t wrestled a single match in UPRISING in 2023 up to that point. He came out to the ring, made a big spectacular… or rather… testicle of himself, and then had to play MY theme music to get himself over.
He ‘fooled’ everyone into thinking he had the balls to defend that belt against someone like me and then proceeded to make a joke of that Championship with that match.
Yet, the entire Vilaro contingent will whine endlessly that I screwed over Gorgo to help Samantha Tolson get her title shot against him in Japan.
The dude only jumped because I said something, used MY theme music to get himself over, and then took a literal shit on the prestige of this company’s top belt. And I was just supposed to sit back and shrug my shoulders?
I was just supposed to eat that bullshit and be a good little boy for the sake of Vilaro’s group or Yelena Gorgo of all people?
You fucks really don’t know me very well if you think that.
Mosh is a man that likes you to believe that he’s constantly training and constantly trying to improve himself as a professional wrestler. Yet, he can’t take 30 seconds between reps to hammer out a half-decent tweet. He can’t find the time in his ‘busy’ schedule to promote his match properly and let Marisol fight his battles for him. Not very ‘Face of the Company’ behavior, my guy.
But Mosh doesn’t interact as much because apparently, he’s tired of the same old insults slung at him. Well Skippy, if the same old insults didn’t work fucking constantly then maybe I wouldn’t be compelled to play the classics. Maybe if you did something worthwhile as a wrestler that didn’t involve Marisol doing all your talking for you or cheating in your favor then maybe, just maybe I’d change my tune.
But that’s not going to happen.
You’re not fucking capable of making that a possibility.
You’re more suited to bending over and allowing Marisol to shove her arm up your gaping rectal cavity to work you like the fucking Muppet that you are.
Mosh says he doesn’t respect me. Well, the feeling is fucking mutual, dickwad.
I knew you were a fucking bitch-made pussy the moment you faced Samantha Tolson in December. When you tried to flex in my presence like I was some intern fuck that you could tell to go get you coffee.
I wanted to smack your head off of your shoulders right then and there. But I didn’t because I didn’t want to get Samantha disqualified.
I’ve asked this many times without getting an answer from you. Allow me to ask just one more time.
Do you remember what I said to you that night?
Probably not, I mean it would require intelligence to heed something that I said to you. And clearly, from all your talk when you ‘find the time’ to address the match or the fact that you stick by the ‘Vilaro System’ it shows that intelligence isn’t your wheelhouse.
I’ll tell you and the world what I whispered to you that night.
I told you that you and all of Marisol’s clients were fucked.
I gave you ample chance to get the hell out of dodge, but did you? Of course not, you were high off of the fumes from your own bullshit. You beat Tolson, you cashed in on Molly, and you became the UPRISING World Champion.
Congratulations, but look at you now.
You’re no longer a Champion of any kind in UPRISING. You let down Marisol and the entire One Percent. Brad Jackson was nowhere to be found to reverse the decision or to book you in an immediate rematch for Revolution 6. Instead, you get booked into a tag team match against the new UPRISING World Champion and yours truly.
It didn’t take very long for me to get to chance to fuck you up. You can sit there and talk about how you’ll get a rematch for the title and win it back. My dude, you’re going to be lucky to walk out of Revolution 6 under your own power. I’m going to make sure that Samantha barely has to lift a finger. She had her fun kicking your ass in Japan but now it’s my turn.
And yes, I know you have a partner and I know that Marisol will be lurking around ringside.
That brings me to the final member of The One Percent.
That’s you, Summer Page.
Chris Mosh has told the world that you and he are training together to defeat Samantha and me on April 29th. Is that legit or is Mosh just have an imaginary friend named Summer? I came to you upfront and straightforwardly in Japan. I told you that you could be better than The One Percent, better than Chris Mosh, and better than Marisol Vilaro.
I told you that all of them were just holding you back. That you could live up to your potential by standing on your own two feet.
It seems like my words may have fallen on deaf ears.
I even took a step further and stood in your corner at ringside during your match at Equinox II. I made sure that you were okay whenever the shit started to hit the fan. Not Chris Mosh, not the other two cunts, not Chadly, and certainly not Marisol herself.
It was me.
Why? Because to Marisol, Mosh, and the rest of them, you’re very low on the priority totem pole. You had to challenge members of the Black Crusade to a match in Japan because Marisol did fuck all to promote you or get you a high-profile match on that show. She was too busy focusing on Emma and Juliana. She put all her eggs in the basket of promoting Chris Mosh. Fuck, she even put promoting herself in her bullshit match than she did to promote you.
What kind of fucking manager is that? Tell me in all of that, what did the fucking Vilaro system do for you?
Is that the kind of company you want to keep?
None of them even gave you a passing thought but I did.
So, think long and hard to yourself, Summer. Was I telling you the truth or was I just blowing smoke up your ass?
Did Enigma stop and tell me I was wrong even once during that whole conversation that we had?
Of course, he didn’t, and what about him?
How do you think he’ll feel if you decided to stick with Marisol and The One Percent? Sev is fiercely loyal but even he is human. How long is he going to tolerate bending over backward for you when you can’t even help yourself?
How many times does he have to tilt the sides in your favor because he becomes frustrated that it doesn’t get you anywhere? He literally plucked a golden ball for you out of that tumbler at the Lethal Lottery to get you into that battle royal.
And how did that go for you? How many members of The One Percent were there to help you or stop you from being eliminated?
You can bet that sweet, tight ass of yours that if it was Chris Mosh in the ring, Marisol would have made it her duty to be out there.
All of this evidence is right before your very eyes and yet all you do is tweet that everyone is wondering what you’re going to do and to ‘wait and see.’
The fact that it’s even a toss-up at this point is fucking ridiculous. You’re a former World Champion here I am told and yet you’re treated like the runt of the litter in The One Percent. You’re supposedly due a shot at the UPRISING World Championship belt but not a single member of The One Percent is going to try and stop Chris Mosh from stealing that right from under you.
And believe me, family or not, Mosh will fuck you over to get another shot at the UPRISING World Championship belt.
I wanted to have faith that you were smarter than this. I wanted to walk into this tag team match with nothing but respect for you. You’ve shown me absolutely nothing so far to suggest you’re worthy of either of those things.
So, come Revolution 6 on April 29th. I’m not walking into that tag team match looking to face Summer Page the former UPRISING World Champion. Summer Page with all the potential in the world. I’m walking into that match and fighting you like just another member of The One Percent. I’m going to look at you as just another brainwashed idiot that couldn’t get over on her own, so she needed to cling to Marisol’s skirt to keep her head above water.
You’ve forced me to do that, Summer.
Whatever you decide to do from that moment on? That’s your choice.
Either way, I plan on staying undefeated. I plan on beating the dog shit out of Chris Mosh and you because you’ve given me no reason to think better of you by your lack of a choice so far. Saturday night, April 29th will be the donning of The Kingdom.
Whether people like the name or not; does not matter to me.
I will team with possibly the first-ever worthwhile UPRISING World Champion. And we’ll show you that being wrestling royalty, that ruling over UPRISING isn’t just some empty words or terrible gimmick.
We will work more than anyone else.
We will fight longer than anyone else.
We will hit harder than anyone else.
And if that leaves you buried in the dust because you can’t keep up with this level of talent?
I’m sure there is some random combination of the alphabet out there that is thirsty AF for warm bodies that will hand you your instant gratification without having to earn it.
See you soon.
Sincerely,
The King of The Kingdom
Jace Parker Davidson