"Do we get official membership cards if we join?" Matt responded as if by reflex. His next reflex was him rubbing his arm where Claire hit him with a loud SMACK!. "Okay, okay, my bad. No need to hit me. Anyway, I'm pretty positive we're here to join up. The S.S.FG hit that iceberg long ago, it's just the damage is really starting to show." he said first to Claire, who had hit him, and then to Malice. Even managed to work in a boat and iceberg reference as well! Now that was talent!
"Where do I begin? How about I take us all the way back to when I first debuted in FG? Ah yes, the good old days. The good old days of me already jobbing to that talent less upstart Angel. Yeah I know what some may be thinking, "He was already torn into blah blah blah blah.", but you know what? I truly and utterly do not give a flying ******** at this point, we're starting at the beginning and as far as I see it..........he is fair ******** game. So as I was saying, no sooner then I walk into the building of that nights Supershow I get called into the higher ups office. In a nutshell he tells me to get superkicked in the back of the skull and work an angle with the poor schmuck, I agreed and not long after I get superkicked in the back of the skull. Simple yeah? It was, up until the Rumble. You see up till that point I carried our little "angle" and the higher ups took notice, I was as happy as a pig in mud when I heard I would be competing for Fg's top title in my third ever match in the company."
He said before pausing to reflect on that moment. No doubt he was also thinking about when he had also won that match.
"After that match I held the strap, the big one, the title every person actively competing in this company I thought figured I would move on and have an angle with the former champion Harli. Sure he has about as much personality as a brick, but at least he was a good deal step up from carrying Angel's fat a**. However, it wasn't to be and Angel plagued most of my reign. No matter how many times I kicked his a**, no matter how many times I proved that I was by far the superior man, they just kept throwing him at me over and over. Much like a broken record! It was ******** MADDENING!"
he continued as he visibly showed his frustration at the whole event, keeping things bottled up was never good. After a few deep breaths he composed himself and moved on.
Then Tyson Briggs came into the picture, and we worked a bit of an angle. Hell at Mainia I battled him and his former partner Mr. X in a triple threat match and came out on top. Truthfully I don't have anything to say about that really, but what I do have to say next really pisses me off. It still does actually. You see, my next title defense was against Draze. You know the big dumbass that thinks he can fly about the ring like a guy named Bo Brawler, yeah the big seven foot two inch moron that thought he could do high risk moves too. Anyway, before the match starts, and I mean right before it starts, I'm told to drop the belt to Draze. Why? They wouldn't tell me, they just wanted me to drop the strap to him, and I told them flat out no. Why? He hadn't done anything to deserve it! He had just gotten done with letting a punk by the name of Justin Amze carry him to the tag belts, and now they wanted me to drop the big one to a guy like that? Oh hell no! As it ******** turned out they went with it anyway! After the screwjob they kept me down in the mid card area, never letting me get close to the belt I shouldn't have lost. Instead they sent me along with Omega on a tag run, and that was a ******** ******** of mismanagement if I ever knew one. Don't get me wrong on this either, me and Omega are tight, but when you want he two of us to thrill you need to get your s**t straight first."
He ranted before stopping to spit on the pavement. He muttered something to himself while he shook his head and crossed his arms across his chest.
"Anyway, in the middle of that ******** up run they finally gave me my rematch. Guess what? They screwed me out of another win again! WHy? So that big dumb ******** up could go about fueding with that washed up Dragon Jarel, who he dropped it to. Not only that but they screwed me and Omega over by not having us defend our tag titles belts, but instead they put him in that year's Money in the Bank match. Only to strip us of the belts after telling me that I had some "time off". "Time off" that wouldn't see me back in the FG ring for damn near a year! When I was allowed back they wanted me to go out and work with Rich. I said sure and at that rumble I showed everyone once again just what I do. Next Supershow I tap out and give him the big win he needed, I was able to live with that. However, the Supershow afterwards they placed me in a triple threat with both Rich and some other moron that clearly know how to breathe properly let alone wrestle half a match. After that I said ******** this and left, this time on my own terms. Now I'm right here, airing out my dirty laundry, and for what? A cheap pop? A championship match that is long overdue? No, I figured it was about time to make this offical and say ******** YOU WWFG! HAVE FUN BEING TRAMPLED ON BY THOSE UNDESERVING!"
He finally concluded after yelling out at the top of his lungs. Afterwards he took a step back and began to catch his breath. That had certainly been a long over due rant! Heck, even Claire placed a hand upon his shoulder as if to comfort him! She gave his arm a soft pat before stepping away, it was her turn now.
"Though I may have never been in the spot light like Matt had been, I too have had issues with WWFG management past and present. Allow me to explain, you see when I first debuted here I was simply yet another woman trying to make it in a place where the female half of humanity didn't have much of anything. Nevertheless, I worked and worked till the blood flowed from my pores before I was placed into the Money in the Bank match. How could somebody forget how much I controlled that match before a certain somebody appeared with a Cheery picker? I certainly never will. That aside, I was pulled aside and told that I would be working an angle with those I had some easily tormented by showing them their own uselessness during the Money int he Bank match, a gauntlet for the case, this case."
She said before lifting her right arm up and with a flick of her wrist the case she had won appeared in her right hand. It still even had the blood red pentagram on it's face.
"Needless to say that plan fell through before it truly took flight. Not because of something managment did this time, but simply because one of the people that had been in the match threw a hissy fit and left. How disgraceful. Anyway,the next plan had me directly involved with the then owner Doug whateverhislastnamewas. I was all for it, but right when we about to start it, creative came back and said it was too much like something somebody else were doing, when in fact it was not by far. After that they never booked me upon any of the Supershows after that. They didn't even bother to contact about the case until the contract had just about expired. When they did, I refused to answer them, and look where they are now because of the ills they have inflicted not only upon myself but others as well."
She stopped and looked up and over to Malice. Addressing the being that had incited such a revolt.
"I am sure you haave already guessed if not known which side we are on before we arrived. So I shall say with ease, we are with you in this endeavor."
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