Post by #SurferBoyRoyalty T. Knowles on Jan 13, 2021 4:59:06 GMT
...presents, in perfect succession...
"Just Another Schmuck at the Bar"
How do I get myself in such shitty situations, dude? Fuck…
There I was, sitting at a table of a sketchy gay bar in Kansas City, Missouri. To be honest, dude, I’d visited my fair share of gay bars. I’d even done things of a rather sus nature in the restrooms of these places before. Danced my ass off. Made out with a few of the bartenders ; anything to get that “extra shot”, if ya know what I mean. But after a while, a gay bar was a gay bar was a gay bar. It got mundane after a while.
“Hey, would you mind cleaning off this table?”, I asked a half dressed employee who had been walking around collecting empty glasses and bottles. Underneath his face mask, he was likely smiling at me. I mean, who the fuck wouldn’t?!
I’ll tell ya who. Austin Ramsey.
See, you guys were just joining me here, but what ya didn’t know was I had been waiting for him for the past half hour, dude. He invited me out to this bar, but I had the feeling that something may have happened.
Nah, nothing like a car wreck. More like a jealous boyfriend, perhaps. Yeah, Todrick Tabor. I mean you, dude. The guy who legitimately had a chance with me a month or so back, but overlooked me in the very same way that Fade 2 Black management continues to do to me ; the way that Brandon Moore, Michelle Moore and now Paul Montuori does to me.
Incoming text from: “Potential BF #47”
“Hey, cutie. I’m sorry. Something sorta happened. I’ll see ya at the show on Tuesday night. Maybe we can discuss further plans after you kick P-Mont’s ass. XOXO.”
Just as I had fucking suspected. He was probably shacked up with Todrick right now.
What, dude?! Don’t tell me not to jump the fucking gun! I’ll assume what I want to assume!
I was going to need several drinks to drown my sorrows, but I’m sure I looked like a damned fool just sitting by my lonesome and drinking up the whole bar.
….Sort’ve how it looks for Paul Montuori to call me out all these years later. Before even signing to Fade 2 Black, mind you. He asked for this ; this match, this war. And with all the distractions I’d been dealing with lately, I was determined to give him the fight of his life! I looked forward to showcasing that the wins I held over him in the past were not flukes. I looked forward to showing him who the BETTER Tyler Knowles was, and by that, I meant who served as the better tag team partner for Brandon Moore.
The things he had accomplished with Brandon, I’d done it before. The things he had accomplished on his own accord, I’d done it before. While Paul Montuori was taking his little break from pro-wrestling and having his face completely reconstructed (sorry, Austin.. not a dig at you, even though you DID stand me up tonight), I was continuing my dominance in the ring. For a while there, I had so many followers willing to do whatever I asked behind the scenes that you would’ve thought I was leading a cult.
Random folks on social media wanting to be me. Wanting to share in my success. These peons were willing to risk their fucking lives for me, just to help me build my brand.
Can YOU claim that?! No, of course not. All you can claim is getting your ass kicked by me back in the day and riding the coattails of Brandon and I’s success. Before Wicked n’ Wasted there was a UNITED FRONT. But the only front currently present was in your demeanor in regards to this match at High Voltage #8.
You were going to continue to be confident. You were going to continue to claim dominance, because you had your homeboy Brandon Moore by your side. You had Michelle, you had The 3 Bastards. You were untouchable. Or at least.. You thought you were.
But until I got my hands on Paul. Until I got my hands on Austin Ramsey, hopefully in a totally different way.. I had a date with a few Jack n’ Cokes.
Surf’s up, bitches!