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YourHighnessofViolence · **12-22-2025, 10:01 PM**

(12-22-2025, 03:52 AM)Samael Dyson Said:
(12-21-2025, 04:30 PM)YourHighnessofViolence Said: Ummm?

Who are you?

Ah yes, that classic Jenny Myst rhetorical trinket, pretending not to know who someone is so as to seem so cool and above it all. When in reality it just makes you look like an ignorant cooze who couldn't be arsed to learn who the champions were before returning to the XWF. Maybe now that Jenny Myst has been completely told and folded like a particle board table she should continue shutting the fuck up before she continues to confirm she hasn't improved a shred in intellect or wisdom in over 7 years.

Or so Samael thinks.

Anyhoo!

Sam perks up as Clutch snaps her fingers in his face. He smiles when he sees Clutch, completely forgetting about Jenny.

Babe! Don't worry about this other bitch! She was just leaving!

Egg rolls? Fuck yeah....

"…oh my god, thank you for that.

I was starting to worry you might actually be capable of finishing a thought without tripping over your own insecurity, but nope—there it is. Same rhythm. Same tantrum cadence. Same frantic need to sound smarter than you are by stapling words together and hoping confidence does the rest.
You call it a “rhetorical trinket.”

I call it muscle memory.

Because here’s the thing, Samuel—I don’t pretend not to know people to look cool. I forget people who never mattered long enough to leave an impression. Champions leave scars. Rivals leave chapters. Background noise leaves… nothing.

And you?

You’re background noise arguing with itself.

The funniest part is you think you “told and folded” me. Like this was some kind of intellectual shootout and you didn’t just unload a manifesto written by a man who Googles himself after promos to see if anyone noticed. Seven years, you say? Seven years and I still don’t need to raise my voice to make you unravel......just like your mommy dearest.

I see this place is still the Florida of feds. Fantastic.

But please—let’s talk about intellect and wisdom.

Because while I was gone, I evolved. I learned when to walk away, when to level up, when to stop explaining myself to men who confuse verbosity with value. I built something bigger than this room.

You stayed.

Same tone.

Same edge-for-the-sake-of-edge routine.

Same obsession with women who outgrew you and your inbred family.

Same need to narrate victories no one else saw.

And then—my favorite part—you drop everything the second Clutch snaps her fingers.

Gone.

Focus shattered.

Jenny Myst evaporates from your mind like she always does once a real woman enters your orbit.

“Babe! Don’t worry about this other bitch! She was just leaving!”

Exactly.

Because men like you only find courage when you’re performing for someone else—and even then, it’s borrowed.

So yes. I am leaving.

Not because you won.

Not because you shut me up.

But because I don’t need to compete with a man who loses interest mid-rant the second egg rolls get mentioned.

Enjoy the meal.

Enjoy the echo chamber.

Enjoy the comfort of never having to become more than you already are.

I’ll be remembered either way.

Okay bye bye. 💋

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