Newspeak

Yes. That is our assessment.

This entire time, we have been trying to be a part of the whole prime thing. We took the things we were told and we tried to apply it as much as we could. Every now and then, we get a little bit of hope. A light at the end of the tunnel that maybe all of the effort that we put in is finally coming to fruition. That maybe, juuuuust maybe, we finally figured it out…only for the entire thing to get snatched from us. Do you realise that that is one of the worst things you can do to a person? Dangle a little bit of hope in front of their eyes and then snatch it away the moment they believe it. That shit is demoralizing.

In the beginning, we took it in stride. Ups and downs are a part of the game, right? Just keep going, just keep pushing. But as it rolled on, that shit got harder to do. That's when the banging the wall shit started. That's when we actually listened to you assholes, thought about it, gave it a go. We grew. We changed. Exactly as you keep saying we didn't do.

And as we've been telling you for fucking months, it did not work. We even told you that, Brandon. “That didn't work. What else do you got?”

Your answer? Was to put your head in the sand, not listen to a goddamn word, and just keep on insisting that your way was the right way even when we told you that it clearly doesn't work for everybody. We asked you and you gave nothing because deep down, Brandon Youngblood is a selfish cunt scared shitless at anybody that's not a prime ride or die being on top. We didn't start as a fucking nihilist, you mental invalid. Which completely obliterates your entire idea of “hurr durr you never change”.

We're still asking what do you want. No answer.

“Oh, you being everywhere doesn't make you special.”

It definitely does when you personally are completely rooted in prime. This is all you have. This place bursts? So goes the rest of your career. You'd be forgotten within days. Ironically, just like everybody here that's left. Here one day, gone the next.

You wanna talk about repeats?

Brother, nobody on planet Earth gives a fuck about Jacob Mephisto. Most of the people on this roster don't know who he is. But since you wanna bring that up, he did the very thing you want to do. He crept around like a little bitch, attacked us in the parking lot, and cracked our skull. Did it matter? No. Because we are the one still here. And he is the one that's gone. But hey, you forget that part, right? Other bitches around here lost their swagger and leave. Mephisto, Tact, Impulse, Pleasant, the tulpa… Who's still here? Who's still fighting?

Anna Daniels.

And here's the thing, you sack of shit. We won a title without swagger. We helped out the Glue Boys without swagger. We beat Paxton Ray at the height of him being a monster without swagger. And most importantly, we took your bitch ass to the limit without swagger. As a shell of our former self, we met your ass on the battleground and you, dear Suplex Daddy, couldn't get the job done. You and your whole two friends can try to pretend none of that never happened. But it did.

This place has completely siphoned our swagger, baby boy. And yet despite all of that

We.

Are.

Still.

Here.

And doesn't that tell you something about how far we will go? Despite the fact that this is but a bubble in a sea, we're still here. That despite the fact that we feel disgust every time we slip into this dogshit wax body, we're still here? Say whatever you will, but you cannot say we didn't give a fuck about prime. Or at least what prime was supposed to be. Even when we were saying we didn't care, we still fucking cared. But you cunts have so much tunnel vision, you don't want to see it. And that was the type of shit that pissed us off more than any loss. Now? We just have to admit to ourself that you're braindead. You have no brain, you have no heart, you wear blinders. You morn the loss of heroes while pissing on every single person that has ever tried to be one.

You, sir, are falling into the same trap we have been tripping into over and over and over again. This trap of caring so much, it consumes you. Nothing else matters but fucking prime, right? We're crawling out of the pit. You're trying to drag us back in. And now that we're snagging our swagger back, you want to take it?

Nah, bitch. Never again. You don't get to warm yourself on our embers. You just freeze to death down there like a good little soldier. Keep cursing our name. We'll keep on rolling.