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Unbelievable: since last we meet, something spectacular has transpired.
Ladies and gentlemen we have a new Worlds Heavyweight Champion!
In unbelievable fashion: with no vendettas, just pure Sports Wrestling.
But the outcome will have even the the most purest wrestling pundits thinking it's an angle.
Due to prior interference by Manager "Bruiser Anais Soleil, on behalf of " Preimer"Primous Parsell ( then Worlds Champion). In a proletary bout with Salvio Saga, the manager blatantly grabbed Savio's leg to trip him. The Champion was disqualified and out came the officials from the back. With no General manager there of the Promoters and Head Referee's ran the show with full authority to make matches.Gilbert Friess (head Referee) order the Worlds Champion to defend against his Stable Mate in a 45 minute bout. If the match
was contested due to any interference the title would change hands and a new bout with a ten minute time limit and no DQ would start instantly against an un-named opponent.
To ensure fairness the name of the opponent would be written on a sheet of paper and placed in a briefcase at ringside.During the commercial break five names had been entered. They only mentioned that the Worlds tag team Champions ( other Stablemates) were two of the five names in the hat. They drew the name with only the Head Refferree knowing what went in the pot.
The match went on with a Competitive Clause issued were the combatants were ordered to compete at a competitive level or would face suspension and fines. A classic match happened, ( worthy of match of the year)! At 35:00 with referees back turned a fellow crawled from under the ring and when the champ was thrown into the ropes he tripped him and pulled him out of the ring and crawled back under the ring! When the outside combatant came back in the ring he was meet by a kneelift. On the canvas he layed and when the champion approached he reached up and caught the champion a victory roll to become champion.
Well when they found out who was under the ring: the match pending was ordered to happen. The Stablemate of both men and the pending contenders the Tag Team Champions had interfered against the wished of his current manager, forcing a No DQ 10 Minute bout against an unknown competitor!
I hear myself talking to the radio;
the shock-jock stops pushing words
into my vehicle,
a pause, as if he is listening.
I don’t get paid for my opinions
my place is to be a listener, a non-combatant,
just ears and a vast echoing space between them.
The dead-air threatens to kill its audience.
The broadcaster voice gets louder as his mouth
moves closer to the microphone.
He knows! He heard my counter-arguments
and had no reply!
Then the radio signal is lost,
static nothing but blaring static,
I don’t turn the sound off
now the car has to listen only to me
as I carry on a heated conversation
inside my talking head.
"he might seek redemption
he has right of his passion
his journey is storied
which details describe
the path a peasant takes
to stardom
soughted details of working
soughted by those who
have guided and undermined
his career
spek of him as best
and they shall say yet
he never reached the level
of success we had created for him
we allowed him to be a combatant
he'd reach heights of stardom
yet would falture when tested
the levels
were men
reach agreements
and gentlemen
chore in task
he stood next to the best
and never
over came the obstacles set before him
he might frown to hear this
yet his mind understand's
that he must overcome these challenges to be the top
of this heap!"
This once nation of peace and calm, lies in chaos and anarchy
It's Government in broken promises, imploding indefinitely
Students are the first to react, their future in tattered torn
Through barricades they implore, their resilience will never be worn
To go back on why you've been voted in, is sacrilege to them
Being blatant has been their response, from alleged honourable men
Days of protests abound, whilst the multitudes in gather grow
Anarchy is their cry, it's for you, whom we'll overthrow
A week has duly passed, as the masses rise in cities rife
They target Government offices, now lying empty in soulless strife
Stubbornness kicks in, by these trusted voted in
In blind they see no reason, to allow their lies to thin
We are now into the second week, enforcement officers cannot contain
Around their table the dishonourable crew, call in our fighting men
Through the barricades, dialogues from our forces gain
Brothers shout to brothers, through the same windows, mirrored are pains
For they have similar irks, to be combatant without their needs
Being posted to lands we don't belong, filling their Governments greed's
Barriers now in fall, amidst the students their brothers unite
No weapons are called upon, a non triggered anarchy strikes
Many cities are now affected, in education down
The anarchy cry kicks in, whilst the Government in place sits drowned
On the steps of No 10, it's aged door now lies ajar
I no longer speak for the people he says, our lies have gone too far
Voted in, now voted out, candidates step forward, in truthful elected cry
For whom now elected, be prepared for the reign, or future political die
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Even the invitation
Is worth more than
Gold.....
The Bainez National Open Invitational
Battle Royale
20 men from Wrestling Organizations Around
WORLD
Fully Independent Wrestling Presents
The Boss Galas of Galas
"Crown and Glory"
Sponsored by Cold One Beer Company
Moonshere Entertainment Sponsored
MainEvents
Five Champions Will Wrest for the
Independent Worlds Title
Elimination Style
The winner to Unify title with
Crown
BattleRoyale winner will wear the Bainez
National Worlds Title
Which will be
Unified in the MainEvent
SupperClub Style Award Ceremony the night before
The Ole CordWood Areana SupperClub
Were the Each combatant will cash in there
Invitation which will sold for charity
Songs by The Rubato Orchestra
Eat dance and enjoy.
Tickets on sale at Admittance Place!
Consciousness seeps,
the air moves.
Quickly reach!
Break forth from your tomb.
Visability blurred as my head swoons.
Instincts react! Frozen in place my eyes roam.
What was that?! I am not alone.
Instincts react! Quickly I'm gone.
Hidden in back. Allowing my senses to hone.
My vision now intact. I search the unknown.
Momentarily my sanity cracks. Unbelievable what I'm shown.
Spiderlings scurrying I'm taken aback. As the big One grips a door-like throne.
Where am I at? This isn't my home.
Quickly taking stock of the shell that now houses my existence.
The panic grows instead of lessens.
For now I realize I am a spider curse or blessing.
Adaptation is survival I start assessing.
Eight strong, stocky yet creepy legs.
A body and thankfully not two heads.
Two eyes in the center, three on the right, three on the left.
I open my mouth to speak and feel a fangs sharp edge.
A sinister emotion emerges from the deep.
Realizing with these I shall kill and eat.
The shock is gone as I quickly creep.
From shadows to corners I emerge and sneak.
As each one of my siblings meet with their defeat.
One by one I locate them before they retreat.
I pounce fast and sink in my teeth.
Two pops as within them I be.
Their life oozes and squirts in my cheeks.
Dropping them to the floor at my feet.
On and on I go like the Goddess Neith.
Killing each one weaving my destiny.
Right before I reach what seems like the last.
I catch sight of something but it was too fast.
Before the next breath, I was snatched up and swung. Flying into the wall where the trapdoor hung. Crash!
Quick to recover I face my assailant.
But with a size surpasses gigantic.
And at the moment not a fanatic.
Deadly glares from the mother, a dangerous combatant.
I quickly mask my aggression and pretend to be gallant.
My heavy breaths release the heat of the fight.
As I see through the cracks that it's no longer night.
The trapdoor that feeds us closed up tight.
Food is given and taken much to my delight.
Snagging mine quickly enough then hiding from sight.
Safely tucked far back in a crevice away from daylight.
I eat and I sleep well maybe not quite.
For a hunter must always be prepared for the bite.
I come before you, but you won’t be listening;
I come across uninviting, not convincing;
Yet you alone are combatant and unraveling;
Your temperament is passivating, resonating;
I come in peace
I come in peace
I offer up the Olive Branch
I increase my hand shake, putting pressure
I’ve learned those lessons in love
I offer up the Olive Branch in joy above
I stand before you, offering those treasures trues;
I come before you, a soldier of peace
Standing here without shoes on my feet
Because I’ve giving you my shoes and a soul, filled in love
From the Father
I come in peace
I come in peace
I offer up the Olive Branch
I increase my hand shake, putting pressure
I’ve learned those lessons in love
I offer up the Olive Branch in joy above
I offer up the Olive Branch in joy in love
I offer up the Olive Branch in joy in love
2/3/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Woman you are monumental flower
monumental is your beauty
beauty of so noble subtlety
subtlety is the flower of the woman !
So wonderful figure woman
wonderful guardian of tenderness
tenderness that brings greatness
greatness that makes her wonderful
Phenomenal combatant woman
phenomenal presence
presence that guides our life
life beside her, is phenomenal!
Woman is sincere friend
faithful friend for life
life that she offers with love
love gives us this friend!
Ps. My tribute to the women
Why are you watching me? Why am I on your list,
classified as an enemy combatant or potential terrorist?
Why are you watching me? Please tell me why I'm on that list.
Is it because I always challenge you? Is it because I always resist?
Why are you watching me? Why am I on the government watch list?
If I am doing anything at all criminal, then place me under arrest.
Why do you always detain me at the airport until my flight leaves?
Why do you always pull me out of line for additional screenings?
Which by the way, is publicly very humiliating.
Why are you watching me? I assure you I am no threat.
I don't reach anyone at all. I'm just a lone wolf activist,
who one day found himself in a war against the IRS,
because of that agency's criminal practice, tactics and injustice.
Why are you watching me? Please give it a rest,
but you never will, will you?
You will for the rest of my life cause me distress.
I've made my Guantánamo Bay bed,
now I have to lay in it I guess.
*
Check your flight boarding pass, if it displays anywhere an SSSS,
Congratulations,
you are on the government watch list,
along with over 1 million natural born americans of the good old U S.
*
SSSS
Secondary Security Screening Suspect
EPIC
Born in the Bronx wanted to serve his country as a teen. He was a misfit though skinny and lean impoverished body.
So lean.
EPIC
Had a great patriotic attitude and humanitarian in his heart willing to do his part.
And though his clothes hanging off him yet he worn them in pride his need to heal of his Nation, the whole creation from east to west from the Bronx to Los Angeles if America's enemies. If was times of War..
Epic
He wanted to serve his country to help protect the nation from the Nazi's. So he enlisted but he was rejected because of the statue. He had none he lack thereof the strength of physique, man he whom wanted to save his land. His country he lives Anerica a spirit minded man who wanted to join the military Armed Forces.
So still...
Epic
Yet classified 4-f due to his lack of physical physique and what this World War II being dedicated delicate he joined a science secret US Army project which was to inject him with a secret serum a super soldier serum making him a super soldier standing he stood for America America's freedoms and Liberties against tyrants and tyrants
Epic
Dedicated to cherish the ideas of democracy empowering Humanity now it's super human strength driven to be alone combatant in the world a super soldier. A man ongoing and battling for Liberty Justice and the American dream Freedom lives on Epic. 1940 Soldier throughout the war he fought for humanities freedom. In an explosion in the English Channel presumed dead decades later figured was found trapped in ice Captain America was revived Having slept through more and half of the 20th century. Alas to be awaken to a world I never imagined is war had moved from the battlefields through the city streets in America. Instilled so.
Epic
Our hero if liberties
Thankful for what he done and does
Sentinel of liberty~CAPTAIN AMERICA
EPIC
5/27/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020