A/N: This is a chapter to let out my anger on these...IMBECILES that they allow to run around on this website. I was in the middle of an update for "A Rock and a Hard Place" when one of my friends notified me of a clear cut copy and paste.
They are unoriginal.
There are TWO ripoffs of this on here...One, I must say, makes more sense than the other.
The stupid one ripped off my profile. AND not only was it a ripoff of this story, it was also a ripoff of another story. What the hell? BE ORIGINAL PEOPLE! The stupid person also copied and pasted earlier portions of this story in another one of her stories. Fuck you.
When I started this story, it was because no one else had done this before. And now everyone wants it? The ripoffs aren't even that good.
Okay, Edge time.
This is why Edge doesn't read the shit pieces of work that you so called "fans" create. Don't worry, I'll get on the asses of the rest of the non-fiction reading and writing fans. You assholes are already here, so it's just easier for me. I've stated many times before that I like it when dorkchops make my work easier, but I will not thank you. You've gone too far. You've ripped off Edge.
I don't appreciate exact quotes taken from me without recognition. That's called "plagiarism." Say it with me now. "Play-jar-is-im." Fuck heads. Now I have to teach you how to enunciate? Go to Canada. Get a proper education. Hell, you guys probably got kicked out of school for plagiarism. Dumb fucks.
You assholes are lucky that I don't have my minions flame your asses on my command. Edge is original. You are not. I am awesome. You copying morons are not.
I can't wait until you fuckbags attempt to bash me in your stories. I will unleash hell.
I've been talking to my friend who just happens to be an author on this site on AIM lately. Yes, Edge talks on AIM. Want my screen name? TOO FUCKING BAD! You don't deserve my screen name! Well they said that I should look on the positive side and say that I've inspired you thieves. My response? I'VE INSPIRED YOU TO WRITE CRAP!
Oh, and I have two or three little fuck buddies in another story on here. They are bitches. You don't want to cross me, or you will feel their wrath.
No one cares about the opinions of you authors on here. That's what your profile is for. People care about my opinion, however. I'm funny. You just suck.
Now I'm out of breath again. I blame you jerkoffs. If I die of exhaustion, I'm blaming you chumps. See what you're doing to me? Do you really want Edge to die? You fuckers are cruel. You could go to jail for murder as well as plagiarism.
I'm going to continue on with the rest of the WWE fans.
Why do you say that I suck? I clearly don't. If I sucked, then I wouldn't be the World Heavyweight Champion. Only the best are the champions. I don't mean the past champions. I mean the current ones, me and Orton. Okay, I still hate Orton, but he's way better than Cena. Thank fucking god.
Just because I'm smarter than you jerks doesn't mean that you have to defend yourselves the only way that you know how, and that is by yelling false ideas at me to try and make you losers feel better about yourselves.
Don't even try to say that you hate me. You all cheered your little asses of when I beat Cena after New Year's Revolution when I cashed in Money in the Bank. While watching that new RAW DVD, you all cheered when I pinned RVD after Cena gave him a weak ass F-U and then I speared Cena. I won the title that day, bitches. You guys are so fucking bipolar. One day, you hate me. The next, you love me. And then you hate me again. DECIDE! I already know that I hate you. That will never change. Consistency is a good thing. You should learn that. I am consistent. Not only do I always hate you, but I always reek of awesomeness, and I also am always smarter than you.
But I'm already smarter by default. You idiots like DX.
I'm not going to waste my breath on you fuckers anymore. I'm done. After this, we will then resume the normal bashing schedule, unless you piss me off again.
A/N: Sorry if "I" offended anyone with this chapter. I'm angry. I hope you can understand why. If none of this would have happened, then this chapter would not have been written.
Very few of you are the ones pissing me off. I love almost all of you. The few that are pissing me off are doing such obscene things. Fuck off, rats.
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