No, I'm serious. Normally I try to keep the foul language to a minimum, but in your case, I just can't hold it back. I know I'm supposed to remain professional and not let it get to me, but there's only so much I can take.
I know you believe you're so righteously superior that anything less than the absolute gold standard must be complete shit. How dare kids not come out of training school being the equivalent of Bryan Danielson's workrate mixed with Chris Hero's moveset and John Cena's strength and Evan Bourne's acrobatics? After all, isn't that the commonplace expectation to graduate from a wrestling school?
In your perfect world, there are no rookies. There are no older wrestlers. There are no power wrestlers. There are no bigger wrestlers. The problem with that is, you're sitting there being a non-contributing piece of shit, tearing everything apart because you think it makes you cool when getting in that ring and taking one bump would probably make you regret ever stepping into one.
Nobody is perfect on the independent level. That's why it's the independents. It's a place to learn, to try to get better, because no amount of training can recreate a real match with a live crowd. And you think people must be laughing at the comments you yell out; you're just such a riot.
As I said, I know I'm not supposed to let it get to me. Maybe you just had too much alcohol, or maybe you're just a dick who feels the need to compensate for his own shortcomings by shitting on the dreams of young wrestlers. But either way, I sincerely hate you.
It would be nice if I could sit down and enjoy the video of my match without your audible comments, but I can't. I either have to watch it on mute, or not watch it at all. Comments that I should let slide off my back instead burrow deep within my psyche and make me wish bad things upon you. Very bad things, like maybe someone telling Low-ki that you think he kicks like a pussy. The crack of his boot on your temple would bring me a fit of joy possibly equivalent to the one you think elates you as you yell at a kid just trying to learn the business because it makes you feel better about yourself.
It's people like you who ruin dreams and kill spirits. It's people like you that spoil the names of good fans everywhere. Just one asshole can ruin an entire lively crowd of fun people in a nanosecond because you've chosen to be an ignorant jackass and shit all over someone's effort when you couldn't get in there and run the ropes without looking like a complete fool.
Maybe everyone didn't have it perfect. Maybe there's a lot of room for improvement. Maybe the match wasn't that good. You paid your admission price and are entitled to freedom of speech, but what kind of person does it take to tear someone down like that? I don't even know what you say on the internet, nor do I want to. I avoid message boards for that particular reason; the choking negativity that spews out of the sphincter of the fanbase is demoralizing to say the least. How people can call themselves fans and display so much pure unadulterated hatred is baffling to me. You're the kind of person that could see Evan Bourne hit a picture-perfect Shooting Star Press and say it was shit because his facial expression didn't properly mimic the compression of the ribs appropriate amount of pain expression.
The joke's on you, though. No matter how much of an asshole in public you are, you still paid money for a ticket price, which supports the company and all of the wrestlers working for it. At the end of the day, I got paid and you paid me. Don't like it? Go to training school and do better yourself, dickhole. See how much you like taking a running powerslam from a mammoth Russian and then hearing the chirping of the peanut gallery telling you that you need to learn to wrestle because you dared to make a mistake. Fuck you and everyone who looks like you.
