In the Midst Of Lions

An achromatize like state of negative polychromatic polychromasia is over brimming thee non-canopy projection of a visual. Crazed whilst distraught (perhaps by the urgency alike suicide) are the particles of matter, that of which do indeed make up the projection of what on lookers may see with their (somewhat) depressing glare of un-blinding light; but instead dullness of dim diamond-turned-Cole like eyes, that of which "jitter, prance and of course promenade"; as a modern day screen (of such entitlement). With the depravity of light, now coming to its ever so ending and (more or less) long awaited departure; the almost crisp vision of a fading silhouette comes into a glorious view. With a full on arrival from lighting to perfection, as perfect as perfection in itself can be, the stature of a man is fully in view. Black with an ever so divine amount of streaking pink, alike the streaks of electric gazed lighting blistering through the rainy storm(e) skies on a dark night, is the color of hair upon that once, now former, silhouette. A gushing of beautiful blue water on the moonlight colour eyes, peer through the hair, that of which covers the face of this figure. A smirk, now, slits itself slowly and yet with ease, across the face. A light glimmer of white with the slightest of yellow taint, breaks through the ever so twisted smile. “Teeth”. The teeth and smile (almost seemingly) infuse, to cast something so very sinister. A sudden “cracking” of knuckles breaks through the invigorating silence, to lay claim to the prescience of the (currently) unknown being. And thus, with a bending of the neck and primary abdomen, the being flips back up wards, the hair of such (of course) flinging back with him, setting itself aside from his face. Now, to some, the clear and full view of the man’s face would mean nothing, whilst to others, this would allow them to know whom it was, if not already obtaining the information and knowledge to decode such earlier. The man of mystery now clear to be one Gabriel (Wilhelm). Fully dressed within the confines of what would appear to be a black shaded primary color suit jacket with a white layered trimming outline. Expensive would be the opening statement for most when first allowing their own eyes to peer upon such. The surroundings of Mr.Wilhelm being that of a backstage styled area of sorts, alike the one that CGS would be arriving to too host the next taping of Exile.


Gabriel Wilhelm: Well well well, if I may just proclaim my sincerest congrats’ to CGS pro wrestling. But oh, why so is this? Worry not, fret latter little ones, for “I” am all but happy to oblige and inform your already overwhelmed and tiny mind capacitated brains, on what such reason could “possibly” be. You see, upon its run on the independent scene, CGS has done oh-so very itsy bitsy work on obtaining talented wrestlers. Aside from perhaps a few, in its entirety, CGS has held perhaps. Three good wrestlers’, and this is me being generous beyond all extremes. Now of course, there is going to be people constantly beckoning for an answer to whom “I” presume as the godly three. So being the wonderful man I am, whilst in a generous mood, I shall shed some holly light on this dilemma. The three wrestlers being Go, Fuck and yourself. Oh a-hahaha, how clever was that? You would hate to see me on a not so generous day. Hmmm. I suppose you illogical and ignorant morons have affected my perception of topic, as we have veered off of the primary one at hand, ahh well, I forgive you, but let’s not let things like that happen again, alrighty? Anywho, as I was saying, today is the peak of CGS’s panicle, as for now that is, for today is thee day, that this godforsaken promotion signed myself, Gabriel Wilhelm. Modest, are I not? But alas, it tis true. You may all now turn your attention to one Steve Storme, or as that wannabie puts it, Steven Storme; and join together in a glorious round of applause, for “he” is the reason I am here.


Already Wilhelm comes off in a very much so, snug like position, in the personality trait of course; almost alike he had been here before. That ever more taunting smirk of smirks that had before enveloped his (somewhat) pale face, still hung in firm position, not planning on venturing far, or so it seemed. With a quick motion of his hand, in that classical “bad guy” way, Wilhelm whips his hair over to the side once more. This allowing bluntly clear vision of the camera that is set ahead. Gabriel slowly tilts his head to one side, allowing a slight crack in the joints, but not in a noticeable manner of cracking, for this is merely to satisfy the ever growing stiffness (that was) in his neck.


Gabriel Wilhelm: Now, before you all, as of course you morons shall, all go and turn to viewing me as your run of the muck, typical and nothing at all out of the ordinary bad guy, let me state, that soon, CGS shall collapse within the grasp of me palm. Clichés are fun, more so when they are expressed in a manner that is at least a little more profound, eh? Haha, how very Canadian of me. In case any of you utterly incompetent bafooms do not recognize myself, let me inform you, I am Gabriel Wilhelm... “Who da fuck is dat holmes?”, right? I am correct on that being the primary assumption in this ghetto dump of a promotion, hell DJ Hipp, a man I beat with ease, even wrestled here. Who is next? Chad Jennings? Oh, that’s right. Anyway, if you for some reason cannot put the pieces together, allow me, I am Gabriel Wilhelm. Age being twenty one years, and years as a professional wrestler resulting in a total of a merger one... But I will be fair, don’t take such as a reason to underestimate me, I am a former DXX Undisputed Universe Heavyweight Champion. Whaha, I am sure many of you know of DXX The Rebirth, for your top stars are constantly leaving it, well? I conquered it. Does anyone wish to raise their hand as to express their thoughts on how easy it will be for me to conquer CGS then? Here is a hint, I am ALREADY CGS Tag Team Heavyweight champion. And I know, some are going to question the placement of “heavyweight”, in which I gracefully added, but go watch some history of wrestling, then we talk. Oh how very boring this is getting, me informing you on whom it is I am. Its also very insulting, but fuck, it’s like I have already implied, I am generous... Today that is.

Lets us move onto a more fun oriented topic, shall we? Well.. I lied, this one is not much fun, but in fact revolves around stupidity that proceeds in making you the fans, ugh, seem as intellectualized as... Well, fuck, myself. For this new topic is primarily based upon HavOc... With an uppercase letter O, because that? Well, that makes it cool! Yeah! Right guys... Rig... Right? Baaah, fret not Leon and Massimo, I think its cool, like the other side of an Eskimos pillow. Trust me, when a pillow is covered in snow, *heh* it tends to get chilly. In all honesty however, you two are fucking ignorant, and that is the word being used in the proper manner, if you think for even the slightest of moments that capitalizing a letter randomly is cool; If it were the letter X however? Well pssssh, I would understand them. Of course I do joke at that. Honestly though, which one of you twas it? Was it Mario or the Joker whom thought the O being capitalized would come off with as a scary like threat? Well regardless, the vice-versa person agreed with it, so in the end, you both look like utter fools. Alas, I cannot rant for hours on end on this treacherous flaw in which one tries to seem “cool”. Well, actually I could, very easily, but I shant. Instead, I shall merely implicate all of the other flaws that, for yourselves unfortunately, envelope and dander upon your own horrid careers in this profession; is this A-okay? Not at all? That’s Perfect then. Why is it perfect you may ask? Well, its perfect because if you yourselves are in a state of NOT wanting such things to be done, it makes it all the fun’er. Besides, it’s not as if I would retract such things from people named Cap-Rice and Fedireechi, I mean really, what the fuck is that?


A smile cracks upon the lips of Gabriel, one that could easily constrict any being with its malevolence curl (hence snake like structure to define metaphor). Brash, arrogant, pompous, and slightly pretentious at times. No one truly does wish to have such things used to note and define themselves, but when facts come into play, it is true for a larger percentage of society. Most common people do in fact, attempt dissonance upon it all, but others? Well, others tend to fully embrace such things. Wilhelm? If not obvious at this point, fully embraces such negative characteristics. But when one thinks about it, why not? As people we all run around in attempts to act good so other people are happy and happy with us. Why bother is an easy way to think about such. It is something that comes to the mind of Gabriel, and lets look back at his track record, former Mayhem worlds heavyweight champion as well as "still" unbeaten within "all!" of professional wrestling. If the attitude at all effected such things, then it twas all for the better. -- A glimmer of white finds away to show itself through the corked and gutwrenching smile that has enveloped Gabriel's face. Wonderful, is it not? All the more arrogance is being put on full display.

Gabriel Wilhelm: So the first chapter of a new malevolence endowment sovereign is to instigate upon this forth coming of Saturday night, and it all commences with the downfall of Super Mario and Romero. Yet of course, those dim wits, in all their own detest of such, would not be able to abundantly comprehend such a indispensable central of mockery. It would seem I am in dire need of writing such in wet cement, how piteous these two are. You see Mr.CapRice, your acting of the joker is in a shallow resemblance of one male actor by the name of Romero, the worst joker to have ever acted as such. So within blatant reality, the cookie cutter you have attempted to fit into, endeavour esque of Heth Ledgar, has been mistaken for the poor credibility and lacking of skills that is found from the Romero cookie cutter. But the fact that you are even insinuating a “rip off” of a comic book character, incinerates any credibility that you yourself could have upheld. Now however, I shall lend you an apology, how generous I am today, as I cannot make something alike that any the clearer. Alas, we are still in need of lending a helping hand to your “friend” Massimo Fedireechi, a man whom has a name that I cannot help but shed laughter to. So you see.... Mr.Fedireechi, the reason I decided to make a reference towards Super Mario when describing you and Romero over there, over course not in a physical sense of over there, was because... Well, you are Italian. Kapow! Now that borders on racism, to bad for you it isn’t, all though I am sure we will here an un-charismatic rant about why it is, whilst the basic truth behind the matter is that it is not. Unalike your, sadly apparent, partner, I don’t have an elaborate and logical reason behind calling you Mario, but I will just presume you are fine with that, a man likes things like himself, correct? Hmmmm... You know what? Scratch that idea, you aren’t Mario, you are more to the likings of Luigi. Why so is this? Well, once more you are still Italian, at least to my knowing, as well, you are drastically undermined by the half of the H, A and half a letter V section in HavOc. You are a second tomato, a bruised banana, a porn star whom is to torn up to work her profession... And if such doesn’t an obvious enough picture, well, you my “friend” is un-helpable. Yet of course, the insults don’t stop there boy’s, no no no no no. The fact that you would even insinuate such a thing, for some odd reason, disappoints me.


A small breaking of airstream occurs in a fluent, almost rythmatic, and alike all things amongst life, mathematically patternized motion. The cause of such is from the index finger upon the hand of one Wilhelm. Whilst his right hand has formed a fist like position with his index finger appointed in an upright position, his thumb crosses beneath the finger, resting its tip on the upper lower section of the middle finger. His wrist, sweeping crisply through the air alike a swan gracing the rigid tops of a lake, creates the formation of a wagging finger, alike one commonly used from a mother scolding her children for being utter fools. Aside from Wilhelm’s lack of a vaginal region, and over use of a male reproductive organ, the same could perhaps easily be applied for things occurring currently in this particular interval. How at home Gabriel already feels from within the confines of the CGS wrestling promotion. His signature unique flare of cockiness fallows in its distinctive archetypal emblematic congruency of functioning operationally.


Gabriel Wilhelm: Thinking back, if I do recall Mister Massimo “Luigi” Fedireechi making a statement that went a little like: “I’m not an instrument, I am not a tool that is controlled and I am the real deal.” Of course by “a little like”, I did in fact imply that it was one hundred percent, word for word what he said. Now boys and girls, can anyone kindly let their hand arise to point out the flaws found within that statement? Well, for starters Massimo, the placement of the word “and” has no use in that region, between “controlled” and “I”. For that is just flat out horrific grammar, which in all furthers my theory, that you’re utterly illiterate, can you comprehend such things? And the second mistake made from this statement is that it’s all a lie! I mean... Let’s face it Fedireechi, Cap the Rice is leading your intolerable annoyance known as HavOc, for fuck sakes, the man has held the World Heavyweight Championship, which is just as much of a shook to me as when 9/11 occurred and people actually cared; What on you to that Massimo? The Fusion championship? A title you won via desecrating Edge’s performance in winning Cena’s WWE title years ago. You beat someone whom wasn’t in the condition to fight back, and you brag of such? What’s next? Are you to begin bragging of how you got your fucking ass, look at all the profanity, handed to you by a female named Leyla Magnus? Or are you going to go on about how great you are for winning the Ultraviolent championship... Oh wait, I think you have bragged about the latter one, I believe you stated: “my ultraviolent title reign? Man I had that title for like three months!” well, “man!” as great as you for some reason perceive that to be, three months is a shit worthy reign for the attempted style of bragging you were ever so much looking for, now allow me to crush your hopes and dreams by stating otherwise to how glorious you think your title run was, ughh. You see, an Ultraviolent title merely says... No screams! “I don’t need to know how to wrestle at all to hold this title! Weeee!” Boy oh boy, are you proud of such, or what? Good for you Fedireechi, you are able to use weapons to beat someone up, wow! I only know like, nineteen hundred thousand citizens that could do such a thing. The fact remains, if you want something to brag about? Something you have nothing to do for, make sure you have proper things to brag about. For example, if you somehow within the seven red seas of Osiris and plagues, find a way to somehow over take both me, AND Steve Storme, and win the Tag titles on Fusion... Well, fuck, there you go, a REAL accomplishment. But uhhh, I wouldn’t hold my breath if I were you. As you stand a zero percentage rate of victory. Where did I get such an accumulative amount of data in the construction of said percentile rates? Track records my not so Italian friend.

Now as much as I would enjoy going on about how piteous and pretentious Massimo is, and as much as I would love to help Caprice in ruining his own career, a statement was made earlier today, one made by our very own Massimo, ironic huh? The basics of the statement read... He went to an empty arena with a microphone. He indulged in pretending there was a crowd, and then let his idiotic mind take a total progression and control, and rambled on about how he is straight and Steve... Woops, sorry, how “STEVEN”, is gay... This all in all is a festival of utter laughter, for as they say, the ones whom hate it, are usually the ones whom are. Things would have been fine, to an extent of nature, if he had any logical sense to stop at his homophobia speech, but rather, he dragged it on... Even bringing myself into the picture. And may I just say? It’s a portrait painted by a three year old dyslexic suffering crack baby. So it resembled Massimo’s wrestling style, sha-wing! But know, he showed his lack of logic when he even found it impossible to pronounce my name... *ahem*, now excuse me but, Gab-Ree-El is the pronunciation of my first name, so where he got the “AY” sound when he presented my name is far past me. He then followed up by miss pronouncing my last name, Wilhelm.... Will-Helm. How fucking hard is that? Seriously. How does one mistake Wilhelm for... Willheme? Will-Heme? Come now, that is just foolish showcasing stupidity to the greatest of extents. Of course, I do understand the joke found before the pronunciation of my first name, he was trying to imply that I am physically attracted to other men, har-har, you and your homophobia, oh ho-ho, it slays me... You idiotic Italian, woops, did that sound racist? Ahh well. If he can hate homo’s, I can make fun of Luigi; But regardless of the opening joke... The inability to say WILHELM, all in all speaks for itself. At least Captain of Rice was logical enough to stay quite. Oh, Captain Of Rice, clever is it not? Nah, of course it is.

Oh me oh my. Would someone please start a drum roll? For what? Well, only the greatest joke ever told. It’s a real gut buster Massimo told, so just.. Well just be warned. *ahem* Syndicate of Homos. Funny right.... Right? Bah! Don’t listen to the silence Luigi, it twas, well, almost a good “joke”. But hey, worse jokes have been said, right? Like that one time that total dunce went to the ring and made a complete ass clown of himself by saying “Nothing is wrong with my haircut you hippie fag”. Woops, that was you. Uhh, well what about the time that that one guy proclaimed “You asked the interviewer if he was “fruity” not because you wanted to know if he was interested in you but because you were really interested in him. Can you just stick to one guy already! Chad Dashie Gaybrial or Danny just chose you pathetic piece of scum!”. Oh deary me, that was also you. Hmm, perhaps you should just keep your illiterate mouth shut then as it only seems to spew ignorance? Oh, lets everyone hold still for just a few more moments... I do believe I was once ore mentioned by Massimo, funny, I could have sworn he was warned how much of a mistake that twas. Ohh, there he goes again, pretending like he can’t pronounce my first name correctly, alike how he cannot my last name. The thing that gets me here is divided into three spectrums. One! He attempted to steal the entire concept of the insult, in which he decimated, from the worlds champion Steve. Two! He has merley insulted himself via calling a man name Dash Dashie... You know Luigi, perhaps that is why he, he being Steve Storme, called you a homosexual in the first place, you gave a very lovers-esque nickname to another man. Three! You refereed to him as pathetic scum, so in the overly logical sense, which I know you don’t uphold so well, scum is looked at in a positive spectrum of manners... What the fuck is that about?

What the flying fuck? We have forgotten all about poor Leon Caprice. All though something such as that seems quite simple. Whatever can be said about this “man” wont take to much time to do, as he blatantly is a comic book obsessed drug addict. The man dresses up like the Joker from the Dark Knight, and then gets high. Whilst high, he thinks he is KILLING people? Oh come now CGS. *Tsk tsk tsk*, I was one to think that you were a promotion that would not allow illegal substances alike, whatever it is this horrid Romero copy cat, not even Heath Ledgar; Takes. In all actuality, I am VERY surprised, and very upset, by the fact that this wrestler has been able to be called, let alone even grasp, the CGS Worlds Heavyweight Championship. Its an utter disgrace! But the funniest and funny jokes came from the grapevine, or so it is I heard. One Caprice, has made the statement that he shall, and I quote “Put Wilhelm in his place”. *apathetic sigh* how cute is that? A man whom stole his pathetic tag team name from a federation called FMW, hence a man whom upholds know originality, all though his Romero Joker rip off already said that; is threatening myself? Well... Now I have heard it all. And I am sure that you are just oh so very teary eyed at the fact that Theory of the Fallen saved the pay per view by running interference within your match. Lets be basal and honest here. The match was horrendously boring. Luckily Steve was able to bash you with his giant hard wood. I am only upset that it was Jin whom was graced with being locked within my Human Abstract hold... I assure you Leon, on Fusion, you shall feel it as well... Well, that is to assume you aren’t as high as a kite, you know, like when you are under the beliefs that you are actually up holding the capability to murder someone.

Alas young ones, of course I myself am a mere twenty one, so I am speaking of age via intellectuality; there is nothing more to be said. Bahaha. Okay, so I am bull shitting you. No, I am merely done speaking about two so piteous. A mere waste of time. *sigh* I feel as if such is going to be a regular occurrence in CGS. Far well for now you ignorant morons, and the next time you let your un-sterling eyes gaze upon me, I shall be tower over and amongst the ruins of HavOc. Sounds like a party eh?


A grimace smirk envelopes the face of Wilhelm, as he slings his CGS Tag Team Heavyweight championship higher upon his right shoulder. With his hands he cups the front of his suit, and he adjusts such. With a quick and slight wink of the eye, Wilhelm turns to the side and begins to walk away from the scene, as it within itself fades into utter darkness.

(It would NOT all send as one post).