Post by Lord Raab on Apr 25, 2022 22:27:00 GMT -5
A title addict shitbag. Greensboro, North Carolina. Monday 25th April. (On-Camera)
If there was a match that Raab was more than confident with, it's this one because he has seen what Jason can do in the ring, and he folds his arms, shaking his head, especially the progress he's seen him do in Level Up recently. As usual, he stands outside an alleyway with metal barrels, something Lord Raab was always doing since he didn't have friends to hang around with and socialise, especially while talking about wrestling matches. He focuses on the camera with an angry look on his face.
Lord Raab: "Jesus Christ, Jason, can you please talk about something other than your rivalry with Brandon and your past title achievements? Ever since you got here, you've done and said absolutely nothing about what you want to do in Level Up. It's like beating a dead horse with you. Nobody gives a shit about the achievements you've made in other companies. We all have, but you rarely hear other wrestlers talking about it. But it's no surprise, apart from the win you were handed via DQ, you've done jackshit in Level Up. According to you, you should be Final Boss champion already since you proclaim yourself being so good."
Raab laughs his head off incredibly. He didn't take anything Jason said seriously, and he was going to do the one thing most likely wrestlers wouldn't dare to do, but monsters don't give a shit about anything.
Lord Raab: "But you aren't. You couldn't beat a girl, violence or not, let alone be able to threaten Brandon, who's the only person you speak about in your entire life, because you have no interest in facing anyone in Level Up. The fact you can carry on bragging about the so-called championship wins is not only disrespectful but complete bullshit. Nobody gives a shit if you were APW and SCW champion and god knows what else you proclaimed you've won. Anyone can say they've been champions before and have no evidence of them doing so. I say that because your performance in Level Up has been poor for someone who's won multiple world titles in his career."
Raab places an orange match into the left barrel, while Henry places one in the right barrel, and they go up in flames as Raab laughs like a maniac.
Lord Raab: "It also seems that you can't handle losses very well. My god, you are a crybaby bitch. At least if I lose, I'm like, big deal, you aren't going to win every single match, but even then, I don't blame referees for fast counts unless it happened. But you can make all these excuses when you should be learning from your losses in reality. Admit that you're getting beaten by far better wrestlers, and I bet Brandon will also easily kick your ass. I dare you to use me as sending Brandon a message. Go on and see how much fucks I give. Because I'm way more violent than you, you're just a shitbag who's full of himself."
Raab leaves with a dead look on his face, looking straight at the camera, breathing in and out.
Lord Raab: "Even then, you didn't say much about me in the tag match because you think I was a cosplay wrestler when I view you as a cosplay wrestler with the amount of bullshit that comes out of your mouth. Knock it off with the stupid bullshit title brag; I bet you've never won, and stop trashing on Brandon and get to the facts of actually talking about opponents that matter, aka me. I'm the real fucking deal, and it's sad how I'm looking forward to beating the living shit out of you, despite the number of injuries I've had. I still carry them in the ring. Why? Because unless it's life-threatening, I refuse to go to the hospital because I can handle pain. Bet you couldn't live one day of being in pain with injuries."
The fire was burning up. Raab made multiple paper championship belts and threw all of them in the fire, clearly provoking Jason Ryans and firing in the point to it all.
Lord Raab: "The paper belts I've thrown into the garbage is exactly what everyone thinks of you, a paper champion in the companies who likely have had no competition. Here, you're losing so many matches. Hence why I don't believe a thing you say. You act like you're a threat and how you crush people's dreams, but what dreams have you got to crush with me? I've done everything in wrestling, but I do because I love it. Heck, I do this sport for free, but you wouldn't because money means a lot to you, and you do wrestling for the money. If money were to be handed to me, I burn it because that's how irrelevant money is to me. I'm a wrestler, not a fucking moneymaker."
Of course, it was very harsh for Raab to say the kind of stuff he had to Jason Ryans, but he hated punks like him to brag all the time. The fire was burning so brightly, and it was out of control.
Lord Raab: "I will make sure your brains will be so scrambled that you'll have a concussion, forgetting about your past achievements and moving forward. I would love another title opportunity, but I have Bryan Ford to deal with at the next PPV, someone who's leaps and bounds better than you in the ring at the PPV. But that discussion is for another day as you will be completely fucked, so much so you'll be unable to face him. I'm sorry to every wrestling audience out there that is shocked with me not giving any respect to Jason Ryans, but this fuck doesn't deserve it. You're a joke of a wrestler, and it's time you wrestle like you're a multiple world champion than a rookie. Tomorrow night, you'll prepare to be Raabinated by The Masked German Monster, bitch."
Raab stared at the camera for a long time before the camera went black.
If there was a match that Raab was more than confident with, it's this one because he has seen what Jason can do in the ring, and he folds his arms, shaking his head, especially the progress he's seen him do in Level Up recently. As usual, he stands outside an alleyway with metal barrels, something Lord Raab was always doing since he didn't have friends to hang around with and socialise, especially while talking about wrestling matches. He focuses on the camera with an angry look on his face.
Lord Raab: "Jesus Christ, Jason, can you please talk about something other than your rivalry with Brandon and your past title achievements? Ever since you got here, you've done and said absolutely nothing about what you want to do in Level Up. It's like beating a dead horse with you. Nobody gives a shit about the achievements you've made in other companies. We all have, but you rarely hear other wrestlers talking about it. But it's no surprise, apart from the win you were handed via DQ, you've done jackshit in Level Up. According to you, you should be Final Boss champion already since you proclaim yourself being so good."
Raab laughs his head off incredibly. He didn't take anything Jason said seriously, and he was going to do the one thing most likely wrestlers wouldn't dare to do, but monsters don't give a shit about anything.
Lord Raab: "But you aren't. You couldn't beat a girl, violence or not, let alone be able to threaten Brandon, who's the only person you speak about in your entire life, because you have no interest in facing anyone in Level Up. The fact you can carry on bragging about the so-called championship wins is not only disrespectful but complete bullshit. Nobody gives a shit if you were APW and SCW champion and god knows what else you proclaimed you've won. Anyone can say they've been champions before and have no evidence of them doing so. I say that because your performance in Level Up has been poor for someone who's won multiple world titles in his career."
Raab places an orange match into the left barrel, while Henry places one in the right barrel, and they go up in flames as Raab laughs like a maniac.
Lord Raab: "It also seems that you can't handle losses very well. My god, you are a crybaby bitch. At least if I lose, I'm like, big deal, you aren't going to win every single match, but even then, I don't blame referees for fast counts unless it happened. But you can make all these excuses when you should be learning from your losses in reality. Admit that you're getting beaten by far better wrestlers, and I bet Brandon will also easily kick your ass. I dare you to use me as sending Brandon a message. Go on and see how much fucks I give. Because I'm way more violent than you, you're just a shitbag who's full of himself."
Raab leaves with a dead look on his face, looking straight at the camera, breathing in and out.
Lord Raab: "Even then, you didn't say much about me in the tag match because you think I was a cosplay wrestler when I view you as a cosplay wrestler with the amount of bullshit that comes out of your mouth. Knock it off with the stupid bullshit title brag; I bet you've never won, and stop trashing on Brandon and get to the facts of actually talking about opponents that matter, aka me. I'm the real fucking deal, and it's sad how I'm looking forward to beating the living shit out of you, despite the number of injuries I've had. I still carry them in the ring. Why? Because unless it's life-threatening, I refuse to go to the hospital because I can handle pain. Bet you couldn't live one day of being in pain with injuries."
The fire was burning up. Raab made multiple paper championship belts and threw all of them in the fire, clearly provoking Jason Ryans and firing in the point to it all.
Lord Raab: "The paper belts I've thrown into the garbage is exactly what everyone thinks of you, a paper champion in the companies who likely have had no competition. Here, you're losing so many matches. Hence why I don't believe a thing you say. You act like you're a threat and how you crush people's dreams, but what dreams have you got to crush with me? I've done everything in wrestling, but I do because I love it. Heck, I do this sport for free, but you wouldn't because money means a lot to you, and you do wrestling for the money. If money were to be handed to me, I burn it because that's how irrelevant money is to me. I'm a wrestler, not a fucking moneymaker."
Of course, it was very harsh for Raab to say the kind of stuff he had to Jason Ryans, but he hated punks like him to brag all the time. The fire was burning so brightly, and it was out of control.
Lord Raab: "I will make sure your brains will be so scrambled that you'll have a concussion, forgetting about your past achievements and moving forward. I would love another title opportunity, but I have Bryan Ford to deal with at the next PPV, someone who's leaps and bounds better than you in the ring at the PPV. But that discussion is for another day as you will be completely fucked, so much so you'll be unable to face him. I'm sorry to every wrestling audience out there that is shocked with me not giving any respect to Jason Ryans, but this fuck doesn't deserve it. You're a joke of a wrestler, and it's time you wrestle like you're a multiple world champion than a rookie. Tomorrow night, you'll prepare to be Raabinated by The Masked German Monster, bitch."
Raab stared at the camera for a long time before the camera went black.
