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My Side Of The Story, Oh and Fuck You London, You Pussy.
by Guest November 30th 2012, 1:23 pm
Okay…
12:37PM , I should still be sleeping by now, I just got out of prison yesterday and I should be having a real good sleep waking up at 4 in the afternoon or some lazy type shit, but no.
No because I didn’t sleep, I’ve been up the whole time, so you know what? I’m recording this shit today because I feel like I really have to air a lot of shit out. If you’re a fan of London Carter, Brooklyn Carter, a supporter of them or they’re fucking crew then hit the “back” button or close the damn page cause I ain’t got nothing nice to say about any of them.
First off I’ll start with what went down.
All my real fans have been tweeting me a whole bunch of questions that are all the same, and it’s been getting real repetitive, I know I’ve been ignoring yall but it’s whatever, it’s cool, thanks for having my back, I’m making this video now, so now all yall will get my answer, or should I say… answers.
[clears throat]
No I did not break up with Brooklyn Carter, no I did not cheat on Brooklyn Carter nor has it ever even crossed my fucking mind, and No this is not a publicity stunt, we are really done.
I know it may seem confusing to a lot of you because here I am saying that she wrote me a letter breaking up with me, and then there she is saying that I’m the one who wrote a letter breaking up with her. We’re both pointing the fingers at each other and that’s why a lot of people are thinking, “yea it’s a publicity stunt, they’re just looking for attention” well no it isn’t.
She claims I wrote to her and her only proof is an envelope at her house, like bitch I can buy a motherfucking envelope and write some fancy ass shit on it and say the same thing.
I have no reason to lie, everyone knows my past, knows my history. If I cheated on you, not only will I admit it, but I will admit it with a smile on my face and I will brag about it to the whole fucking world. If I’m beefing with YOU Brooklyn Carter, and we’re saying hateful shit to each other, why the hell would I deny cheating on you? Don’t you fucking think I would want to admit that shit to piss you off? Are you that fucking stupid to believe that people are buying your shit? Like damn.
Everybody knows me, I’m real, I keep it fucking real. If I have something to say to someone I will say it to their face, and if I’m too far away or across the globe and that person is my opponent, I will tweet right at them without making an indirect tweet. I’m real and I’ve always been real, I was raised to be real and not to be fake.
Nobody knows you alright? They already know me. You were a fucking indy wrestler when I met you, and I still gave you attention because I’m REAL. If I like you I like you. I got attracted to your personality and your looks so I chilled with you and kept in touch with you, I didn’t care about your status in the sport, but you? You obviously fucked with me because of my status.
James Shark, undefeated at the time with a winning streak filled with knockouts. Came to SCW, your company, and fucked shit up. Knocked out the Roulette Champion then knocked out their former Heavyweight Champion. THAT is what attracted you to me Brooklyn, because your fake.
I lose to Nick Ridicule, okay, that’s cool, although it was so fucking close, although I never tapped out, never got pinned, and even knocked him out at times when the reff just wasn’t around, I still lost.
And you know what? that didn’t fly with you. So what did you do?
You broke it off with me. You waited a few weeks after it happened so it wasn’t so obvious, and then you did it. After you did it, you pulled your sob stories out and told everyone that it was me that dumped you, you told people that I cheated on you, and you did it because you thought everyone would jump on your shoulders believing you just because of my history of doing this to other girls.
Dumb bitch nobody believes you.
I am so disgusted in you like on a real level, that I wish I never met you.
I was so fucking real with you, I never lied to you, and IF I did, I was quick to tell you that I did. Everything I said to you I meant, everything I said to you came from the heart, but you?
“Oh and by the way, I never loved you, I only said I did to be nice”
[A tear fell off from the side of Shark's eye. He was about to quickly wipe
it away but decided to just keep it.]
I'm not going to edit that out. I'll keep this video REAL.
but Like who the fuck does shit like that? That is 100% fake of you to say, and you pulled the same damn thing with Sheyanne. I brought you into the team, and although you never really trained with us, you were there with me at times in the gym for hours. You chilled with those girls over there, you talked to them, you sparred with them at times, and then what? Out of nowhere you’re going to attack them?
And then when Sheyanne confronts you like a real bad bitch, what do you do?
“Oh Sheyanne don’t take it personal, your still a boss bitch in my eyes, I’ll share this money with you”
And when Sheyanne wasn’t having it, what happened?
“I don’t think you’re a boss bitch, I just said it to be nice”
Like man, you piss me off so fucking much. I wasted so much time with you and your fucking friends and I regret all of it. Like I said before, I just wish I never met you.
I let you come into my life and break my heart, and that ain’t me. I was never the type of guy to fall for a person but I fell for you, I was committed to you, something I never was to any other girl and you should’ve appreciated that.
Go ahead and pull the sob story playing victim. The only people who believe you are your fucking four or five friends without including the number one ass kisser in the entire world, Ryan Hall.
And I really hope you enjoyed that “private” dinner with him, I hope you enjoyed how bad his cooking is compared to mine, and I really hope you just really appreciated every single minute you had with him in that broke down trailer of his while I was in prison starving my ass off.
What happened with TMZ posting that picture of me with your name tattooed to my arm was really fucked up. It’s a real picture but it’s fucked up because it’s all just so embarrassing.
I don’t care what superstar or diva is watching this right now, I’ll say it, it’s embarrassing. I look like a fucking joke cause of that.
I thought you were the one, I felt you were the one, so ya I put you on my arm. Some permanent shit cause I really thought we were going to be a forever thing. One of the many surprises I was going to show you when I got out of prison.
As for the other “surprises”? No, I’m not going to tell you because why should I continue to just make a fool out of myself?
You know what the worst part about all of this is? The fact that I still love you.
Yeah, see that? That’s me being real. I still fucking love you but don’t you fucking worry. I’m getting this tat off tomorrow, and I’ll eventually get over you. It shouldn’t be a problem considering the more time goes by I begin to just hate you… and hate you… and hate you.
So to end off my rant on Brooklyn, let me just say: Stop.
Stop because you’re not fooling anyone. Stop because you look fucking stupid, you and your clique.
Speaking of your clique, I find it SO funny that every time you, your brother, or one of them has to say something that yall think is funny, yall get all these Retweets… but oh wait? When you click the retweets you find out the only person retweeting IS YOUR CLIQUE.
Bunch of clowns man for real, bunch of fucking clowns.
And then here is Anthony King who is joining in on the fun, retweeting all this dumb shit, and then when I go off on ass kissing Ryan for stealing his lines, and I say to Ryan “Stop, your copying Anthony King, a nigga I beat” HERE COMES ANTHONY!
Yeah, here comes “innocent” little Anthony who goes all like “hey I’m not part of this”.
No…. your mistaken. You are a apart of this you punk ass bitch. You made yourself a part of it. I mean you guys are all just so fucking annoying.
I said it a bunch of times throughout my career, if there was one thing I hated the most out of a person, it was a hypocrite, and you guys are the BIGGEST ONES.
You all can agree with each other and gang up on a person, but the moment ONE person agrees with me and make ONE tweet agreeing with me, here comes ALL of you going “Oh D-Riding! Oh Co-Signing! Groupie Crowding!”
Like get the fuck out of here with that bullshit.
Half of you motherfuckers don’t even wrestle no more. Mercedes you’re a bitch, Madison you’re a slutty bitch, Sean you’re a faggot ass bitch, and Anthony you’re a two faced bitch.
So now that we got that out of the way. I really have a few choice words to say to London Carter.
London… when I found out you were gay, did I say anything? Did I say anything negative towards you? No, no I didn’t. If anything, I think I said something along the lines of “oh cool…”
I never trashed you about being gay, I never mocked you for being gay, BUT the one time…. The one fucking time I say one thing that happened to be a small little joke? What do you do?
I’ll tell you what you did, you did the same thing you did backstage at Legends of the Fall, you got angry, you balled your fists up, and you began to stomp your feet like a little fucking baby. Wah Wah Wah, little baby London, crying like a bitch because he couldn’t handle a joke, wah wah wah, little baby London, crying like a bitch because he lost his match, wah wah-fucking-wah you piece of shit.
You know how much I love to fuck around with people and how much of a big mouth I have, and even then, I said the SMALLEST , most TINIEST joke ever to you and you got butthurt.
Well “EL-OH-EL” for London Carter taking internet jokes seriously and crying to his fucking sister.
I hope you can take my punches more than you can take my punch lines, because if my punch lines can knock you out oh boy, you’re in for a short night.
Like take this in… I lost my match with Nick. I lost my match kinda like you did. You had a lot of great fucking moments, so did I. You never got “beaten”, hey I could say the same thing.
Did I throw a pissy fit backstage? No I didn’t. I had it more rough than you did too because after that loss, I was escorted back to prison. You were free, you got to go home. I had it way more worse and I still took my loss like a man.
You’re weak, and you proved it. Not only are you weak, but you have NOTHING on me.
You have SO LITTLE on me that all you could say to diss me is bring up my 2009 performances. Saying, oh you never won an NLWF championship.
Are you stupid? Now I’m about to REALLY Embarrass you.
Listen, we all know I sucked in 2009, but you make it seem like I was HORRIBLE, like I embarrassed myself in every single match. That’s not true.
In my NLWF debut, I knocked out NLWF Immortal Aaron O’Shit. I was a street fighter with no wrestling experience and I still came into every match making it a dog fight. If some motherfuckers tried to grab on me and wrestle me, I tried my best to hoist them up into the air, and slam them, dropping them on their fucking head.
Before my loss to Francessco Rosci BECAUSE OF bitches jumping me like Bobby Ocean, I retired Demetrius Randall.
Where is Demetrius? I was the last one to face him and I knocked his ass out. Not only did I retire him and knock his ass out, but he had an NLWF movie role called Hard Time. Guess what?
I stole it from him. I took his role, and now? Now I’m getting calls to do a sequel, Hard Time 2 with Brenton Cyrus.
So London, did you knock out an immortal or were you too busy getting slapped around by Jimbo Slice IN THE NLWF? Oh and London… did you get signed TO THE NLWF because of your skills and hype… like me? Or was it because of your sister’s accomplishments? Oh, oh, oh, and oh London, did you actually ever retire anybody?
I’m not going to say “in NLWF” because we both know you haven’t even come close to making somebody quit in real life, let alone retiring them.
I find it so funny how you go on twitter, play the whole badass act, and say things like “I will end James Shark’s career” but dog… have you EVER ended somebody’s career?
I have a feeling you’re going to pull some fake type shit like your sister, and you’re going to go “Yup… yup I did” then say a random ass name from a random ass company.
You’re soft London, and you ain’t got the rights to even tell someone you will retire them. I can make that claim London, I can make that claim because I’ve done it a whole bunch of times.
Demetrius Randall, okay, check.
Vincent Van Rose, okay, check.
Sho No Mercy, okay, check.
Chuck Matthews, okay, check.
Chuck Matthews, NLWF stand out, and I retired him, I faced him and knocked his ass out. He came out of retirement a few weeks later but that was after his chin got it’s feeling back.
So London, shut up with that. You know what else I want you to shut up with?
I want you to shut up with “@ ME” “@ ME” “@ ME” “@ ME”
You’re so stupid, saying that I’m a pussy for not @ing your twitter name. YOU FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER YOU IDIOT. YOU CAN SEE EVERYTHING I FUCKING TWEET, I DON’T HAVE TO @ YOUR NAME BECAUSE YOU CAN SEE ALL OF IT ANYWAYS.
Unlike you, I’m the one that can make the argument towards you, because I don’t follow you on twitter. Following your enemy on twitter especially someone you hate is fucking shady. You follow me because you want to be me, you want my accomplishments, you said it yourself.
And I bet there’s a whole bunch of tweets where you don’t @ me if I take a look at your profile, that's how much of a fucking hypocrite you are. I don't gotta @ you cause you can see my tweets but I can't see yours cause I don't follow your whack ass.
It's okay, I don't care though, You know why I don’t care? because all the talking that comes out of your mouth will come to an abrupt end at Ultimate Glory.
I’m going to get my 56th win, and you’re just going to get another loss on your record.
Bout “@ ME” “@ ME” “@ ME” though, word of advice, shut the fuck up with that and use
your own advice you dumbass lightskin.
Like you sound like a fucking fan boy, telling me to tweet you on twitter. Wait… you know what? Never mind, YOU ARE a fan boy. You my friend are my BIGGEST fan.
My name is constantly in your mouth 24/7.
Before you go to bed it’s “Oh man… James Shark is going to get an ass beating” When you wake up, it’s “Oh man…. James Shark is going to get an ass beating” Like man, shut the fuck up.
Get the fuck out of my mentions, and get my name out of your fucking mouth. I understand hyping up a match and truly genuinely disliking somebody, but fuck off with “James Shark is going to get an ass beating” because it’s getting to the point where I am scared.
Again, that is me being real, yea I said it, it’s getting to the point where I’m getting scared.
I’m afraid that during our match, I’ll let my guard down, you’ll take my back, pull off my shorts, and fuck me in the ass going “uhhh ya uhhhh ya, I told you, you were going to get an ass beating”
I am truly afraid for the safety of my asshole now, and this may be the first time I back out of a match due to repeated sexual harassment.
But for real though man, take my dick out of your mouth cause it’s really hard to understand what you’re saying with you on my dick every single day. Do you bitch, go out, fuck your gay Asian friend named Charlie.
Suck his dick a bit, spit on that thing and choke on it.
Do something productive with your life and time.
Your just like your fucking sister. She obviously just dated me because of my popularity, and when I made that joke to you on twitter, you used it as an opportunity for a match with James Shark.
You used the “joke” as an excuse to pop off on me just so you could have a match with me and gain more fans and more popularity in this business.
Remember when I said I retired a guy named Sho No Mercy? Well let me tell you a little story. This guy’s name was short form for SNM. SNM was originally from WEW, he had won a few matches over there, then he had come over to the IWF.
I was world heavyweight champion at the time, and he continued to win. His wins though weren’t against the top dogs, no his wins were against people like Sean Libby and Steel Angel.
He knew me just like everybody else knew me. I was the guy who talked a lot of shit, and backed it up. He knew that if he talked shit to me, I would respond, because that’s the type of person I am. If you come on to me with some disrespectful shit, prepare to be verbally assaulted until physically assaulted.
This dude called me out, and I said it over and over again, I told him “you’re talking your way to a high profile match” I said it and I booked it. I told the IWF, No, don’t make this match happen because he doesn’t deserve a title shot.
He beat one or two guys and he thinks he’s the man, one or two weak guys and he thinks he’s championship material.
The IWF made the match because they needed their ratings. I was the only black man in the company before SNM came along, and they knew I called myself the baddest nigga on the planet BECAUSE I was undefeated against niggas.
So what did they do? Black on Black crime.
What did I do? I beat the living shit out of the guy and retired him, he picked the match and I still beat him. I beat him in his own fucking match and even slapped him in the face with a dildo to do a little insult to injury.
Yes, a dildo.
So can you see the similarities here London?
When I made the joke you popped off talking all this shit, and now look, the match is made. You talked your way to a high profile match and you even picked the match!
Just like SNM, AND… just like SNM you will be done.
All I got to say is, if you’re not the Shark, you’re going to get eaten. That’s the way it is and that’s how it’s going to be.
When I beat you and I win the match LIKE I SAID I WOULD I don’t want to ever see the two of you again. I don’t want to ever talk to the two of you again.
Brooklyn, I don’t want you to be all like “oh baby I want you back! Now that you’re winning again!” and London, I don’t want you to be like “Oh rematch time! Maybe my boy Anthony can get a rematch too since you kicked both of our asses”
No, just no. Fuck No, plain and simple.
I made too many bitches famous by accepting challenges and letting them talk their way to a high profile match only to embarrass them that I’m tired of it.
It won’t happen anymore.
Nick Ridicule.
That’s where I want to be, that’s who I want to face. I should be having a rematch with him, not facing you over some highschool type drama you little fucking school girl, getting your panties in a bunch over one fucking tweet.
But it’s whatever.
Everyone knows who I am, and as the match nears, you’re going to go “oh fuck, what have I done, how did I ever think this was going to work?” You’re going to know who you’re fucking with.
Out of my whole career I have only gone to lose back to back really only once or twice. If you follow James Shark you will know that I go on to win and win and win, and then out of nowhere I’ll lose, and after that loss, I’ll go back to a huge winning streak.
Rarely do I lose back to back, but you’re going to have two losses in a row.
I’m going to do to you what I did to Robbie Hart. I’m going to win this match, I’m going to then face Steven and take your freedom championship, and then once I’m freedom champion, I’m going to hand it over to you London. I’m going to win that belt to you and I’m going to give it to you and your going to accept it like a little bitch.
I won the high impact championship and I gave it to Hart, he was holding a title he couldn’t even win on his own, he was a chumpion not a champion, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do with you.
You’re going to be bitch made, and that you’re going to throw another bitch fit backstage.
It is what it is, I said everything I needed to say. Now it’s the waiting game, the countdown to Ultimate Glory.
Don’t run… faggot.
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