Post by Tyrant Warstein on Jun 6, 2021 18:01:00 GMT -5
To Whom This May Concern,
I hope that this finds you well. It’s been a pretty remarkable journey that I’ve been on since I walked into Project Honor. I have had way more ups than downs. Only two of them really. One of which was made up for, the other is from some insignificant fuckwad who thinks he’s more important than he really is, and living a gimmick that wasn’t new or fresh a decade ago. But I must digress and get back to the real reason I’m writing this.
WHY THE FUCK WASN’T I BOOKED ON THIS SHOW?!?
Me…. Your TYRANT.
Me… ONE HALF OF YOUR TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS.
Me… YOUR FUCKING LEGACY CHAMPION.
I don’t recall going to anyone’s office and saying….
“You know what, I could use a PPV off, I don’t like money or anything like that.”
That’s just the tip of the iceberg. Just look at the fucking main event. If you really think that those three are going to sell more than I can…. You can straight up go fuck yourself.
I know I say it a lot, but the facts are facts. Who is Project Honor? Who has been in the top 5 and 7 since the day he walked into the doors? Who’s promos get more views than your golden calf Elena? Who currently holds more gold and accolades than anyone ever in this company?
Me!
And yet you seem to think it was a good idea to leave me off the card? That it was in the best interest of everyone?
Okay then. Let’s start from the bottom and work our way up shall we?
Poblano and Ulf…
Real fucking barn burner there. If I didn’t know any better I’d like to think that maybe Indy knew what he was doing and this is just an opening match for a man looking to make a name for himself. I can even understand the fact that Ulf was signed mid trip so it’s fitting that he gets an opportunity to have a match, and even the placement itself is okay. This is good booking…. Mark it down, that’ll be the only time I say that in this entire thing. Congrats you started out good, but you’re about to fail miserably.
The second match….. my fucking god…. This is what is here instead of me? Are you fucking kidding me? The three of them have a combined week in this company and yet here they are.
But don’t worry Shawn, he was told, you were supposed to be booked on Fallout….. but Go Fuck yourself. Was the response given.
Next we have Myo and some other brand NEW guy. Yet this time let’s up the idiocy and give Myo YET ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY…. But let’s see if they can get the timing right this time yeah? Get the fuck out of here. But Shawn, they argued, the person we wanted for this match didn’t want to do it….. I would’ve gladly smacked Myo around, but yet again…. My phone falls silent.
So far, not looking so good, but hey the graphics are okay I guess. I mean the red eyes are a nice touch, even though the main graphic has no red in it or anything but moving on.
The seven gates of hell match. Look, some things are just left to the drawing board. If you have to over explain what the fucking concept is, and if you have to have a fucking diagram like it’s fucking Mouse Trap, maybe scale it back a bit.
Let’s get onto the match that actually has something to do with me, yet doesn’t involve me at all. Elena v Pixie, for a shot at me. Hell you could’ve thrown me in this match, put the title on the line and I wouldn’t have said shit, yet here we are, assuming Elena needs to earn a rematch at a title she just lost, or Pixie a champion in her own right.
I don’t even know why I even bother sometimes.
Finally we get to Raven and Lance. The only match that means anything. That’s just not me blowing Raven either, it’s Lance too. He did what he had to do to get here and I’m not going to fault him for that. Hell you can’t even take credit for booking this one. This is a tournament final that could’ve had a number of participants. You don’t get credit for this one.
Then there’s the Main Event. It reminds me of an old saying.
“Life is a walk through the forest, don’t fear the trees, fear what lurks behind them.” -Richelle E. Goodrich
Now to the uninitiated that might seem like an odd quote to pull. Hell most people won’t understand what’s going on, but to the few that do, they see the quote and think to themselves….
Ohhh fuck.
But that’s okay, really, I’m fine. This is just my opportunity to sit here and tell you all what I really think about this match.
Way to tarnish a title.
Way to make it look like a joke.
Just aces all around.
As I sit here and contemplate what I really want to say, I just won’t. It’s not going to do any good. I can say that a certain someone shouldn’t be there, and I’ll just be accused of “hatin’ on them”, I could say that the current champion is the biggest pussy the world has ever seen, and the other guy should have the biggest chip on his shoulder.
First you beat me, then seconds later they give me a shot at the Legacy title.
Why do you think that is?
Because you aren’t capable of doing what I did. You aren’t as intimidating as you believe yourself to be. You aren’t half the man you think you are. Petey isn’t a quarter of the man he thinks he is, and Mark….. well that’s like setting the bar on the ground and still failing somehow.
Now let’s get to the heart of this issue.
Me.
Since day one this company hasn’t had a single fucking clue of what to do with me. I showed up because a friend asked and that was that. And yet somehow they got ran out of the building because…. Well no one will tell me, curious yeah? Yet that’s not the only reason I showed up. There was the allure of a match with Dickie. You see I was told for months and months by Raven.
“A Match between Watson and Warstein would be a fucking banger!”
So that’s initially what I had set my eyes on. A match with the Grand Champion. Going as far as to mention him in EVERY single promo…. Still do if you know what you’re listening for.
I was more than content to climb the rankings and wait my turn.
Then an opportunity opened up. The Tag Team Title Tournament. What did I do? I dragged my friend that I’ve known Damn near 15 years to come in. For what? The opportunity to go up against the Commonwealth. So we did what we did, and won.
Then for the next six months….. Nothing. I go on to win the Tyrant Match, and still no one lined up…. But don’t forget about the brand split too, oh can’t forget that. So cool more people to face off with the Tag Team Titles, but again,
You had no clue what to do with me.
So for months James and I spin our wheels. Then we ask for competition and you couldn’t deliver. It could’ve been as simple as just booking us in A random Tag match against two random opponents, but that was just apparently not going to happen.
So you set up Elena/Warstein 2…
And wouldn’t you know what happened?
I did what I do.
It sucks doesn’t it?
The Fallout from all of this won’t bother you one bit will it tho? You’ll go back and spin everything to make you look like the altruistic person in this. Yet that’s not the case is it?
Putting words in people’s mouths? Gaslighting people to cover up your own insecurities. I know who has my back. There’s a reason why my circle is small. There’s a reason why people think I’m an asshole. I don’t take shit from anyone. Most of all self aggrandizing, blind to what they’ve done, ignorant assholes who jam their head into the sand to avoid being in the center of everything.
So one more time from the top….
Your failure to do anything with me, despite me constantly showing up and doing what I was supposed to was and will never be my fault. You knew what was going to happen the second I walked in the doors. You knew what my goals were, I laid them out like it was a seven gates of hell match, and yet somehow you all were too thick headed to make them happen.
You listen, but don’t hear.
I guess that comes with being in your position. Constantly running the day to day, putting together cards, writing the stories for people….
Wait.
Oops.
This all boils down to the finality in all of this.
Where does that leave me?
I know, arrogant right? Slightly egotistical? Weird how I had no clue who most of you were before and to tell the truth, still don’t.
So am I leaving? Am I staying?
Well that’s just based on the next booking arrangements. If I’m booked I’ll show, if not I’ll enjoy the time off and be content knowing that despite the lack of direction I did everything I could to make this company better.
I put my name here…. Me.
My reputation…. Me.
My Accolades… Me.
So as a final parting gift to Project Honor I will say this.
I hope you all have fun, but as Snoop Dogg once said.
“Here on Death Row, you won’t no producer jumping in your videos making it about himself.”
Remember, you’re not allowed to question anything publicly. You must stay in the discord at all times or else someone’s feelings will get hurt, because rather than run a fed, he’d much rather bullshit around and collect everyone to his roster. And don’t even think about talking out of line, because remember if things get too tough for them, they’ll just ask you to angle the finish until someone doesn’t show up.
Make sure to watch Hell on Earth and read all the role plays, I just love it when the Owner is in the Main Event.
Fuck the fourth wall. I always said I didn’t care that owners RP’d in their own feds, and I don’t, however watching someone angle themselves to that spot is pathetic.
Peace Out, I would say I quit, but apparently Shawn decided to take it upon himself to Release me.
To those of you I like, good luck.
To the rest, Go fuck yourselves.
I hope that this finds you well. It’s been a pretty remarkable journey that I’ve been on since I walked into Project Honor. I have had way more ups than downs. Only two of them really. One of which was made up for, the other is from some insignificant fuckwad who thinks he’s more important than he really is, and living a gimmick that wasn’t new or fresh a decade ago. But I must digress and get back to the real reason I’m writing this.
WHY THE FUCK WASN’T I BOOKED ON THIS SHOW?!?
Me…. Your TYRANT.
Me… ONE HALF OF YOUR TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS.
Me… YOUR FUCKING LEGACY CHAMPION.
I don’t recall going to anyone’s office and saying….
“You know what, I could use a PPV off, I don’t like money or anything like that.”
That’s just the tip of the iceberg. Just look at the fucking main event. If you really think that those three are going to sell more than I can…. You can straight up go fuck yourself.
I know I say it a lot, but the facts are facts. Who is Project Honor? Who has been in the top 5 and 7 since the day he walked into the doors? Who’s promos get more views than your golden calf Elena? Who currently holds more gold and accolades than anyone ever in this company?
Me!
And yet you seem to think it was a good idea to leave me off the card? That it was in the best interest of everyone?
Okay then. Let’s start from the bottom and work our way up shall we?
Poblano and Ulf…
Real fucking barn burner there. If I didn’t know any better I’d like to think that maybe Indy knew what he was doing and this is just an opening match for a man looking to make a name for himself. I can even understand the fact that Ulf was signed mid trip so it’s fitting that he gets an opportunity to have a match, and even the placement itself is okay. This is good booking…. Mark it down, that’ll be the only time I say that in this entire thing. Congrats you started out good, but you’re about to fail miserably.
The second match….. my fucking god…. This is what is here instead of me? Are you fucking kidding me? The three of them have a combined week in this company and yet here they are.
But don’t worry Shawn, he was told, you were supposed to be booked on Fallout….. but Go Fuck yourself. Was the response given.
Next we have Myo and some other brand NEW guy. Yet this time let’s up the idiocy and give Myo YET ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY…. But let’s see if they can get the timing right this time yeah? Get the fuck out of here. But Shawn, they argued, the person we wanted for this match didn’t want to do it….. I would’ve gladly smacked Myo around, but yet again…. My phone falls silent.
So far, not looking so good, but hey the graphics are okay I guess. I mean the red eyes are a nice touch, even though the main graphic has no red in it or anything but moving on.
The seven gates of hell match. Look, some things are just left to the drawing board. If you have to over explain what the fucking concept is, and if you have to have a fucking diagram like it’s fucking Mouse Trap, maybe scale it back a bit.
Let’s get onto the match that actually has something to do with me, yet doesn’t involve me at all. Elena v Pixie, for a shot at me. Hell you could’ve thrown me in this match, put the title on the line and I wouldn’t have said shit, yet here we are, assuming Elena needs to earn a rematch at a title she just lost, or Pixie a champion in her own right.
I don’t even know why I even bother sometimes.
Finally we get to Raven and Lance. The only match that means anything. That’s just not me blowing Raven either, it’s Lance too. He did what he had to do to get here and I’m not going to fault him for that. Hell you can’t even take credit for booking this one. This is a tournament final that could’ve had a number of participants. You don’t get credit for this one.
Then there’s the Main Event. It reminds me of an old saying.
“Life is a walk through the forest, don’t fear the trees, fear what lurks behind them.” -Richelle E. Goodrich
Now to the uninitiated that might seem like an odd quote to pull. Hell most people won’t understand what’s going on, but to the few that do, they see the quote and think to themselves….
Ohhh fuck.
But that’s okay, really, I’m fine. This is just my opportunity to sit here and tell you all what I really think about this match.
Way to tarnish a title.
Way to make it look like a joke.
Just aces all around.
As I sit here and contemplate what I really want to say, I just won’t. It’s not going to do any good. I can say that a certain someone shouldn’t be there, and I’ll just be accused of “hatin’ on them”, I could say that the current champion is the biggest pussy the world has ever seen, and the other guy should have the biggest chip on his shoulder.
First you beat me, then seconds later they give me a shot at the Legacy title.
Why do you think that is?
Because you aren’t capable of doing what I did. You aren’t as intimidating as you believe yourself to be. You aren’t half the man you think you are. Petey isn’t a quarter of the man he thinks he is, and Mark….. well that’s like setting the bar on the ground and still failing somehow.
Now let’s get to the heart of this issue.
Me.
Since day one this company hasn’t had a single fucking clue of what to do with me. I showed up because a friend asked and that was that. And yet somehow they got ran out of the building because…. Well no one will tell me, curious yeah? Yet that’s not the only reason I showed up. There was the allure of a match with Dickie. You see I was told for months and months by Raven.
“A Match between Watson and Warstein would be a fucking banger!”
So that’s initially what I had set my eyes on. A match with the Grand Champion. Going as far as to mention him in EVERY single promo…. Still do if you know what you’re listening for.
I was more than content to climb the rankings and wait my turn.
Then an opportunity opened up. The Tag Team Title Tournament. What did I do? I dragged my friend that I’ve known Damn near 15 years to come in. For what? The opportunity to go up against the Commonwealth. So we did what we did, and won.
Then for the next six months….. Nothing. I go on to win the Tyrant Match, and still no one lined up…. But don’t forget about the brand split too, oh can’t forget that. So cool more people to face off with the Tag Team Titles, but again,
You had no clue what to do with me.
So for months James and I spin our wheels. Then we ask for competition and you couldn’t deliver. It could’ve been as simple as just booking us in A random Tag match against two random opponents, but that was just apparently not going to happen.
So you set up Elena/Warstein 2…
And wouldn’t you know what happened?
I did what I do.
It sucks doesn’t it?
The Fallout from all of this won’t bother you one bit will it tho? You’ll go back and spin everything to make you look like the altruistic person in this. Yet that’s not the case is it?
Putting words in people’s mouths? Gaslighting people to cover up your own insecurities. I know who has my back. There’s a reason why my circle is small. There’s a reason why people think I’m an asshole. I don’t take shit from anyone. Most of all self aggrandizing, blind to what they’ve done, ignorant assholes who jam their head into the sand to avoid being in the center of everything.
So one more time from the top….
Your failure to do anything with me, despite me constantly showing up and doing what I was supposed to was and will never be my fault. You knew what was going to happen the second I walked in the doors. You knew what my goals were, I laid them out like it was a seven gates of hell match, and yet somehow you all were too thick headed to make them happen.
You listen, but don’t hear.
I guess that comes with being in your position. Constantly running the day to day, putting together cards, writing the stories for people….
Wait.
Oops.
This all boils down to the finality in all of this.
Where does that leave me?
I know, arrogant right? Slightly egotistical? Weird how I had no clue who most of you were before and to tell the truth, still don’t.
So am I leaving? Am I staying?
Well that’s just based on the next booking arrangements. If I’m booked I’ll show, if not I’ll enjoy the time off and be content knowing that despite the lack of direction I did everything I could to make this company better.
I put my name here…. Me.
My reputation…. Me.
My Accolades… Me.
So as a final parting gift to Project Honor I will say this.
I hope you all have fun, but as Snoop Dogg once said.
“Here on Death Row, you won’t no producer jumping in your videos making it about himself.”
Remember, you’re not allowed to question anything publicly. You must stay in the discord at all times or else someone’s feelings will get hurt, because rather than run a fed, he’d much rather bullshit around and collect everyone to his roster. And don’t even think about talking out of line, because remember if things get too tough for them, they’ll just ask you to angle the finish until someone doesn’t show up.
Make sure to watch Hell on Earth and read all the role plays, I just love it when the Owner is in the Main Event.
Fuck the fourth wall. I always said I didn’t care that owners RP’d in their own feds, and I don’t, however watching someone angle themselves to that spot is pathetic.
Peace Out, I would say I quit, but apparently Shawn decided to take it upon himself to Release me.
To those of you I like, good luck.
To the rest, Go fuck yourselves.
