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Post by Jazzman on Dec 15, 2011 23:02:34 GMT -5
You know, I've always felt a common connection to Benny Goodman. He was a clarinetist, I'm a sax player, we're both white both bandleaders and incredibly successful. You know his career most famously for the song Sing Sing Sing, longtime fans will remember my first theme was Sing Sang Sung, a updated version of that chart.
So yeah, all everyone is talking about Christmassacre, especially this big fatal 4 way match, but I'm still looking ahead. You see, after Kingof WrestleCrap there will be one more thing Benny Goodman and I will have in common, we'll both be Kings of Swing.
Just remember this one folks, a king without a crown is not a king, a heir without a throne is just a man, and a goal left unfulfilled is a disappointment. I'm not going to leave King of WrestleCrap disappointed gents.
Get ready Bourbon Street, your king awaits you and the party of a lifetime.
*Bergman walks out of his jazz club as the camera goes close up on a note he left behind,
"After you've done all the work and prepared as much as you can, what the hell, you might as well go out and have a good time." - Benny Goodman
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Post by Brainbustaaah! on Dec 15, 2011 23:10:14 GMT -5
"Goddamnit, Amigo! You couldn't stand the idea of seeing the General get a shot, could you? Had to take your shot to step in and "make a statement", right? Well, as far as I'm concerned, you can take your statements, your thoughts for the day, your inspirational quotes, and you can shove it! You want a shot at me, Johnny? You got it! Next week! Heatz, NiteRaw, whatever it ends up being, you are the next in line for me to defend my WWCF Television Title against! So congratulations, you got your shot! I'm sick and tired of petty squabbles leaving me in the crossfire! Is it too much to ask for one match without interference? Just one! Damn! Match! You and me, Johnny, you and me...bring it on. You ruined my first title defense. Prepare to be my second." Don't take it so personal, it really had nothing to do with whoever held the belt, just whoever was facing the Monkeyf***er. Did he honestly think just because he became a slave of a shadow he thinks there would be no retribution? Heh, he's stupid enough to, I'd bet.
Oh, and don't mind me if I take you up on that offer. I should have had in the first place, having it gone for a week or two in the grand scheme of things will mean little to me after I bring it to mainstream popularity.
All people know that violence and controversy sells, so what better person to glue people to their screens then me? "Violence and controversy sells? Are you serious? Johnny, to paraphrase a certain large-toothed Canadian, 1998 called and they're sick and tired of you, so feel free to join us in the year 2011 any time. You represent crash TV: sex and violence, gratuitous on both counts, intended to dazzle the audience and knock them off-guard with a bunch of flashy displays. Me? I'm something better than that. I am the 1958 NFL Championship Game to your Theismann leg break, the Fedor/Cro Cop to your Bonnar/Griffin, the Thrilla in Manila to your Tyson/Holyfield. You exemplify stunts, cheap gimmicks. I am all about the pure athletic competition of it. I will do things nobody else will, and nobody else can, to entertain the fans, and I will do it all without lifting a chair or unfolding a table. I will steal the show and I will leave the audience in awe. Why? Because I can. Amigo, this is my time. And your quest for revenge is not going to cut it short."
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Post by Johnny B. Decent on Dec 15, 2011 23:32:51 GMT -5
Don't take it so personal, it really had nothing to do with whoever held the belt, just whoever was facing the Monkeyf***er. Did he honestly think just because he became a slave of a shadow he thinks there would be no retribution? Heh, he's stupid enough to, I'd bet.
Oh, and don't mind me if I take you up on that offer. I should have had in the first place, having it gone for a week or two in the grand scheme of things will mean little to me after I bring it to mainstream popularity.
All people know that violence and controversy sells, so what better person to glue people to their screens then me? "Violence and controversy sells? Are you serious? Johnny, to paraphrase a certain large-toothed Canadian, 1998 called and they're sick and tired of you, so feel free to join us in the year 2011 any time. You represent crash TV: sex and violence, gratuitous on both counts, intended to dazzle the audience and knock them off-guard with a bunch of flashy displays. Me? I'm something better than that. I am the 1958 NFL Championship Game to your Theismann leg break, the Fedor/Cro Cop to your Bonnar/Griffin, the Thrilla in Manila to your Tyson/Holyfield. You exemplify stunts, cheap gimmicks. I am all about the pure athletic competition of it. I will do things nobody else will, and nobody else can, to entertain the fans, and I will do it all without lifting a chair or unfolding a table. I will steal the show and I will leave the audience in awe. Why? Because I can. Amigo, this is my time. And your quest for revenge is not going to cut it short." And you also represent boring, near-unwatchable TV. You see, people love violence. It's not the actual wrestling, to see people lose gallons of blood, to see limbs snapped like twigs, to see pain and suffering. The Romans loved it, so they invented the Colisseum, the Chinese loved it, so they invented fighting tournaments, the British loved it, so they invented Boxing, and we love it, so we invented pro wrestling.
And what defines TV? Charisma. The ability to make people notice, to listen to what they say, to see what they do. I have it dripping out of my ears. Every week, these dregs try to forget how terrible their pathetic lives are, and so they watch me, and I am a escape. To wish they had the courage to do what I do every single day.
You? No one wants to be you.
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Post by General Adam on Dec 15, 2011 23:42:51 GMT -5
*The General is sitting in his office. The phone rings.* Hello? What's that? Pirate is in a insane asylum? Oh for God's sake.
*sigh*
What did he do? He beat up a jobber? Well that' what they are for!
Ohhhh...I see. Hmm. Is the man going to be all right?
He might lose his left leg? That's gonna be tuff, but the majority shareholder might get him out of there. Alright.
Goodbye.
*The General hangs up the phone.*
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Post by Brainbustaaah! on Dec 16, 2011 0:07:58 GMT -5
"Violence and controversy sells? Are you serious? Johnny, to paraphrase a certain large-toothed Canadian, 1998 called and they're sick and tired of you, so feel free to join us in the year 2011 any time. You represent crash TV: sex and violence, gratuitous on both counts, intended to dazzle the audience and knock them off-guard with a bunch of flashy displays. Me? I'm something better than that. I am the 1958 NFL Championship Game to your Theismann leg break, the Fedor/Cro Cop to your Bonnar/Griffin, the Thrilla in Manila to your Tyson/Holyfield. You exemplify stunts, cheap gimmicks. I am all about the pure athletic competition of it. I will do things nobody else will, and nobody else can, to entertain the fans, and I will do it all without lifting a chair or unfolding a table. I will steal the show and I will leave the audience in awe. Why? Because I can. Amigo, this is my time. And your quest for revenge is not going to cut it short." And you also represent boring, near-unwatchable TV. You see, people love violence. It's not the actual wrestling, to see people lose gallons of blood, to see limbs snapped like twigs, to see pain and suffering. The Romans loved it, so they invented the Colisseum, the Chinese loved it, so they invented fighting tournaments, the British loved it, so they invented Boxing, and we love it, so we invented pro wrestling.
And what defines TV? Charisma. The ability to make people notice, to listen to what they say, to see what they do. I have it dripping out of my ears. Every week, these dregs try to forget how terrible their pathetic lives are, and so they watch me, and I am a escape. To wish they had the courage to do what I do every single day.
You? No one wants to be you. "Except you."
"No matter how much you put me down for not being as interesting as you think you are, for my wrestling style and my relative caution, you're still the one chasing after me. I represent near-unwatchable television? Look at the examples I gave. For you? They were figurative BUMFIGHTS, finesseless displays of brutality or, in one case, a horrific accident that people had to see unfold. For me? Arguably the greatest instances in their sports. The point is, I'm a technical master, and I know how to make people invested in that. Every counter-hold, every reversal, gets them more and more on the edge of their seats until...the finale. The climax. The finish.""You talk about how you're a charismatic entertainer that'll give the people bloodsport the likes they've never seen before, about being this ultraviolent man of ratings, but you also forget that, Jonathan, I've already proven that substance beats style. I pinned you in the middle of this ring, 1, 2, 3, and now you're trying to make up lost ground. The only thing you do that requires courage is sitting through one of your plodding, interminable promos. At the end of the day, what'll matter is who walks out with this title...and I promise you it's not going to ViVA Inc. Come hell or high water, I am holding onto this title. And that's a guaran-damn-tee."
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Post by Johnny B. Decent on Dec 16, 2011 0:21:00 GMT -5
And you also represent boring, near-unwatchable TV. You see, people love violence. It's not the actual wrestling, to see people lose gallons of blood, to see limbs snapped like twigs, to see pain and suffering. The Romans loved it, so they invented the Colisseum, the Chinese loved it, so they invented fighting tournaments, the British loved it, so they invented Boxing, and we love it, so we invented pro wrestling.
And what defines TV? Charisma. The ability to make people notice, to listen to what they say, to see what they do. I have it dripping out of my ears. Every week, these dregs try to forget how terrible their pathetic lives are, and so they watch me, and I am a escape. To wish they had the courage to do what I do every single day.
You? No one wants to be you. "Except you."
"No matter how much you put me down for not being as interesting as you think you are, for my wrestling style and my relative caution, you're still the one chasing after me. I represent near-unwatchable television? Look at the examples I gave. For you? They were figurative BUMFIGHTS, finesseless displays of brutality or, in one case, a horrific accident that people had to see unfold. For me? Arguably the greatest instances in their sports. The point is, I'm a technical master, and I know how to make people invested in that. Every counter-hold, every reversal, gets them more and more on the edge of their seats until...the finale. The climax. The finish.""You talk about how you're a charismatic entertainer that'll give the people bloodsport the likes they've never seen before, about being this ultraviolent man of ratings, but you also forget that, Jonathan, I've already proven that substance beats style. I pinned you in the middle of this ring, 1, 2, 3, and now you're trying to make up lost ground. The only thing you do that requires courage is sitting through one of your plodding, interminable promos. At the end of the day, what'll matter is who walks out with this title...and I promise you it's not going to ViVA Inc. Come hell or high water, I am holding onto this title. And that's a guaran-damn-tee." What part of "Fans don't give a s*** about technical wrestling, only the violence that comes with wrestling in general" did your little midget head not understand? Have you ever seen our fans? They don't give a f*** about how to do 7 variations of a wrist lock, they only care when someone gets dropped on their head, or their leg is broken or they bleed or something.
You see, all people are evil. They differ in ways, of course, but the united factor, the core root, is a love for violence. But why? It's simple, we are animals by nature. The first examples of intelligence came from how to think of ways to kill prey during a hunt, technology was made first and foremost from new weapons. It was violence, the desire to have more food, have more land, have more in general how civilization has founded, and it never went away. WW2 saw the most evil parts of humanity shown, but the technological boom was from the science of the making of the weapons during it, for example.
And now, for an average human, someone too weak to hurt someone on their own, where do they get their natural desire for sadism, their bloodlust comes from? Where can they sate it? Here, it's wrestling. They want pain, and as someone who has broken others limbs, bludgeoned them with chairs, set them on fire, rip their flesh into ribbons with barbed wire and stabbed them with hand sickles, I am like a Messiah to them. Their church is the TV and I am their Ares, their Mars, their Tyr, their Tursas, their Set, their Indra and their Bishamonten.
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Post by Brainbustaaah! on Dec 16, 2011 0:42:08 GMT -5
"Except you."
"No matter how much you put me down for not being as interesting as you think you are, for my wrestling style and my relative caution, you're still the one chasing after me. I represent near-unwatchable television? Look at the examples I gave. For you? They were figurative BUMFIGHTS, finesseless displays of brutality or, in one case, a horrific accident that people had to see unfold. For me? Arguably the greatest instances in their sports. The point is, I'm a technical master, and I know how to make people invested in that. Every counter-hold, every reversal, gets them more and more on the edge of their seats until...the finale. The climax. The finish.""You talk about how you're a charismatic entertainer that'll give the people bloodsport the likes they've never seen before, about being this ultraviolent man of ratings, but you also forget that, Jonathan, I've already proven that substance beats style. I pinned you in the middle of this ring, 1, 2, 3, and now you're trying to make up lost ground. The only thing you do that requires courage is sitting through one of your plodding, interminable promos. At the end of the day, what'll matter is who walks out with this title...and I promise you it's not going to ViVA Inc. Come hell or high water, I am holding onto this title. And that's a guaran-damn-tee." What part of "Fans don't give a s*** about technical wrestling, only the violence that comes with wrestling in general" did your little midget head not understand? Have you ever seen our fans? They don't give a f*** about how to do 7 variations of a wrist lock, they only care when someone gets dropped on their head, or their leg is broken or they bleed or something.
You see, all people are evil. They differ in ways, of course, but the united factor, the core root, is a love for violence. But why? It's simple, we are animals by nature. The first examples of intelligence came from how to think of ways to kill prey during a hunt, technology was made first and foremost from new weapons. It was violence, the desire to have more food, have more land, have more in general how civilization has founded, and it never went away. WW2 saw the most evil parts of humanity shown, but the technological boom was from the science of the making of the weapons during it, for example.
And now, for an average human, someone too weak to hurt someone on their own, where do they get their natural desire for sadism, their bloodlust comes from? Where can they sate it? Here, it's wrestling. They want pain, and as someone who has broken others limbs, bludgeoned them with chairs, set them on fire, rip their flesh into ribbons with barbed wire and stabbed them with hand sickles, I am like a Messiah to them. Their church is the TV and I am their Ares, their Mars, their Tyr, their Set, their Indra and their Bishamonten. "You accuse me of being mentally deficient in one breath, and within that same breath resort to profanity and calling me a "little midget"? Good Lord, that's good entertainment..."
"More to the point, I have a core issue with your philosophy. Humanity isn't evil. People aren't evil. We're not a race of violent, bloodthirsty, baying hounds who want nothing more than an offer to the altar of Sweet Blood And Carnage. We are BETTER than that. And even if you want to try to reduce humankind to that sort of base, vile catch-all, it doesn't make it the truth. Why do you think people boo when you and the ex-Mad Pirate get excessively brutal? Because there's a point when it goes from a wrestling match to a deathmatch, and while you might not have any qualms about that sort of thing, I'm better than that."
"I am the Athena to your Ares, the Horus to your Set. You are a destructive, evil force, and I am the other side of that coin. Where you bring senseless brutality, I am the pragmatic, strategizing one. In the end, no matter how much you try to channel Dupoe and reference gods and worship of bloodshed, it's all a smokescreen for the fact that I have your number and you know it. And you're scared. Get beat once by this rookie? It's a fluke, you can dismiss it. Twice? Now you have to worry. And I'll give you plenty to worry about. Guaranteed."
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Post by Johnny B. Decent on Dec 16, 2011 0:52:07 GMT -5
What part of "Fans don't give a s*** about technical wrestling, only the violence that comes with wrestling in general" did your little midget head not understand? Have you ever seen our fans? They don't give a f*** about how to do 7 variations of a wrist lock, they only care when someone gets dropped on their head, or their leg is broken or they bleed or something.
You see, all people are evil. They differ in ways, of course, but the united factor, the core root, is a love for violence. But why? It's simple, we are animals by nature. The first examples of intelligence came from how to think of ways to kill prey during a hunt, technology was made first and foremost from new weapons. It was violence, the desire to have more food, have more land, have more in general how civilization has founded, and it never went away. WW2 saw the most evil parts of humanity shown, but the technological boom was from the science of the making of the weapons during it, for example.
And now, for an average human, someone too weak to hurt someone on their own, where do they get their natural desire for sadism, their bloodlust comes from? Where can they sate it? Here, it's wrestling. They want pain, and as someone who has broken others limbs, bludgeoned them with chairs, set them on fire, rip their flesh into ribbons with barbed wire and stabbed them with hand sickles, I am like a Messiah to them. Their church is the TV and I am their Ares, their Mars, their Tyr, their Set, their Indra and their Bishamonten. "You accuse me of being mentally deficient in one breath, and within that same breath resort to profanity and calling me a "little midget"? Good Lord, that's good entertainment..."
"More to the point, I have a core issue with your philosophy. Humanity isn't evil. People aren't evil. We're not a race of violent, bloodthirsty, baying hounds who want nothing more than an offer to the altar of Sweet Blood And Carnage. We are BETTER than that. And even if you want to try to reduce humankind to that sort of base, vile catch-all, it doesn't make it the truth. Why do you think people boo when you and the ex-Mad Pirate get excessively brutal? Because there's a point when it goes from a wrestling match to a deathmatch, and while you might not have any qualms about that sort of thing, I'm better than that."
"I am the Athena to your Ares, the Horus to your Set. You are a destructive, evil force, and I am the other side of that coin. Where you bring senseless brutality, I am the pragmatic, strategizing one. In the end, no matter how much you try to channel Dupoe and reference gods and worship of bloodshed, it's all a smokescreen for the fact that I have your number and you know it. And you're scared. Get beat once by this rookie? It's a fluke, you can dismiss it. Twice? Now you have to worry. And I'll give you plenty to worry about. Guaranteed." Well, I could have called you a little person, but that would be politically correct, and I'm not a politician.
Anyways, you say the fans hate me. That's true, but they never deny me. Yes, they boo, the hiss, but why? For you see, it is envy. I am a man who knows how life is, and I embrace it, but they, they have to live up to social standards, to messages hypocrites lie to them about, and so when they see me, they feel shame. Shame of what they are too cowardly to embrace. And that is why they hate me, but they never turn away from when they watch me.
And losing to you? No, you see, despite your claims otherwise, you can't see the strings. The second The General attacked you, you have failed to see what this company has turned you into. They want a champion of their choosing, but they will never accept me. So, I am not facing you next week. Sure, you will be in the ring, but I am facing the forces of this shareholder. I am facing corrupt refs, I am facing biased commentators, I am facing his little goon squad, which I know aren't probably happy over this week, I am facing the WWCF itself. You? Just an afterthought.
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Post by Brainbustaaah! on Dec 16, 2011 1:01:30 GMT -5
"You accuse me of being mentally deficient in one breath, and within that same breath resort to profanity and calling me a "little midget"? Good Lord, that's good entertainment..."
"More to the point, I have a core issue with your philosophy. Humanity isn't evil. People aren't evil. We're not a race of violent, bloodthirsty, baying hounds who want nothing more than an offer to the altar of Sweet Blood And Carnage. We are BETTER than that. And even if you want to try to reduce humankind to that sort of base, vile catch-all, it doesn't make it the truth. Why do you think people boo when you and the ex-Mad Pirate get excessively brutal? Because there's a point when it goes from a wrestling match to a deathmatch, and while you might not have any qualms about that sort of thing, I'm better than that."
"I am the Athena to your Ares, the Horus to your Set. You are a destructive, evil force, and I am the other side of that coin. Where you bring senseless brutality, I am the pragmatic, strategizing one. In the end, no matter how much you try to channel Dupoe and reference gods and worship of bloodshed, it's all a smokescreen for the fact that I have your number and you know it. And you're scared. Get beat once by this rookie? It's a fluke, you can dismiss it. Twice? Now you have to worry. And I'll give you plenty to worry about. Guaranteed." Well, I could have called you a little person, but that would be politically correct, and I'm not a politician.
Anyways, you say the fans hate me. That's true, but they never deny me. Yes, they boo, the hiss, but why? For you see, it is envy. I am a man who knows how life is, and I embrace it, but they, they have to live up to social standards, to messages hypocrites lie to them about, and so when they see me, they feel shame. Shame of what they are too cowardly to embrace. And that is why they hate me, but they never turn away from when they watch me.
And losing to you? No, you see, despite your claims otherwise, you can't see the strings. The second The General attacked you, you have failed to see what this company has turned you into. They want a champion of their choosing, but they will never accept me. So, I am not facing you next week. Sure, you will be in the ring, but I am facing the forces of this shareholder. I am facing corrupt refs, I am facing biased commentators, I am facing his little goon squad, which I know aren't probably happy over this week, I am facing the WWCF itself. You? Just an afterthought. "And with those words you just proved you have no idea what you're talking about. Because at the end of the day, you can't look at all the other factors and ignore the man across the ring from you. You claim that I'll get assistance from the refs, anyone else? That happens, I'm not going to walk out. I'm going to demand the match get restarted, and I will hold up their entire damn show so you get a fair shot. That's more than some would say you deserve, but I'm a giving guy."
"You think people envy you, Amigo? They pity you. They look upon you and they see a deranged, disturbed man who left his sanity and his humanity behind a long time ago, and they pity you. I don't have any pity for you, John. If you want to continue to claim conspiracy after we step into the ring with each other for the second time, then you can, but the people in the stands and at home will see the truth: that I beat you once, and I will beat you again."
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Post by Johnny B. Decent on Dec 16, 2011 1:21:45 GMT -5
Well, I could have called you a little person, but that would be politically correct, and I'm not a politician.
Anyways, you say the fans hate me. That's true, but they never deny me. Yes, they boo, the hiss, but why? For you see, it is envy. I am a man who knows how life is, and I embrace it, but they, they have to live up to social standards, to messages hypocrites lie to them about, and so when they see me, they feel shame. Shame of what they are too cowardly to embrace. And that is why they hate me, but they never turn away from when they watch me.
And losing to you? No, you see, despite your claims otherwise, you can't see the strings. The second The General attacked you, you have failed to see what this company has turned you into. They want a champion of their choosing, but they will never accept me. So, I am not facing you next week. Sure, you will be in the ring, but I am facing the forces of this shareholder. I am facing corrupt refs, I am facing biased commentators, I am facing his little goon squad, which I know aren't probably happy over this week, I am facing the WWCF itself. You? Just an afterthought. "And with those words you just proved you have no idea what you're talking about. Because at the end of the day, you can't look at all the other factors and ignore the man across the ring from you. You claim that I'll get assistance from the refs, anyone else? That happens, I'm not going to walk out. I'm going to demand the match get restarted, and I will hold up their entire damn show so you get a fair shot. That's more than some would say you deserve, but I'm a giving guy."
"You think people envy you, Amigo? They pity you. They look upon you and they see a deranged, disturbed man who left his sanity and his humanity behind a long time ago, and they pity you. I don't have any pity for you, John. If you want to continue to claim conspiracy after we step into the ring with each other for the second time, then you can, but the people in the stands and at home will see the truth: that I beat you once, and I will beat you again." Yes, you aren't important, but in honesty, it could have been anybody with the belt. It could have been you, it could have been Ryan, it could have been Dupoe, Hell, it could have been freakin' Buggy the Clown, it wouldn't matter. You are so naive, you think wrestling is just go in, have a match, leave, repeat. Never can you think there's backstage sabotage or manipulating. So, they found a perfect champion. A young boy who they can guide without him even knowing the truth until it is far too late.
Pity? How quaint. No, I desire no pity from these...things we call *ahem* "fans". Nor will I after I break away from the chains of deciet the shareholder has placed onto the federation. Perhaps one day, years from now, when I'm long gone, and you are ready to hang 'em up, you'll look back on my lessons to you, and feel regret. Regret you never knew what the dirty buisness of wrestling is until someone stabs you in the back and proves how wrong you sentimental feelings are. But, that's a road barely travelled.
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Post by Brainbustaaah! on Dec 16, 2011 1:30:05 GMT -5
"And with those words you just proved you have no idea what you're talking about. Because at the end of the day, you can't look at all the other factors and ignore the man across the ring from you. You claim that I'll get assistance from the refs, anyone else? That happens, I'm not going to walk out. I'm going to demand the match get restarted, and I will hold up their entire damn show so you get a fair shot. That's more than some would say you deserve, but I'm a giving guy."
"You think people envy you, Amigo? They pity you. They look upon you and they see a deranged, disturbed man who left his sanity and his humanity behind a long time ago, and they pity you. I don't have any pity for you, John. If you want to continue to claim conspiracy after we step into the ring with each other for the second time, then you can, but the people in the stands and at home will see the truth: that I beat you once, and I will beat you again." Yes, you aren't important, but in honesty, it could have been anybody with the belt. It could have been you, it could have been Ryan, it could have been Dupoe, Hell, it could have been freakin' Buggy the Clown, it wouldn't matter. You are so naive, you think wrestling is just go in, have a match, leave, repeat. Never can you think there's backstage sabotage or manipulating. So, they found a perfect champion. A young boy who they can guide without him even knowing the truth until it is far too late.
Pity? How quaint. No, I desire no pity from these...things we call *ahem* "fans". Nor will I after I break away from the chains of deciet the shareholder has placed onto the federation. Perhaps one day, years from now, when I'm long gone, and you are ready to hang 'em up, you'll look back on my lessons to you, and feel regret. Regret you never knew what the dirty buisness of wrestling is until someone stabs you in the back and proves how wrong you sentimental feelings are. But, that's a road barely travelled. "Oh, I've heard this speech before. The grizzled veteran, telling the wide-eyed new kid that nothing is sacred in this business, that everyone's a bunch of backstabbing, lying, manipulating cowards. Well I see one of those qualities. I see cowards. Men who won't fight their battles on a level playing field. You know what? Maybe I haven't had that faith in people stamped out of me like you have. And I'm going to hold onto that as long as I can. Because I don't want to be you. I don't want to be a cynical old bastard like you. Is there maneuvering and politics? Yeah, of course. But I'd rather keep that out of sight, out of mind as long as I can. If I have to address it, I will. But I won't go seek it out."
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Post by Johnny B. Decent on Dec 16, 2011 1:35:25 GMT -5
Yes, you aren't important, but in honesty, it could have been anybody with the belt. It could have been you, it could have been Ryan, it could have been Dupoe, Hell, it could have been freakin' Buggy the Clown, it wouldn't matter. You are so naive, you think wrestling is just go in, have a match, leave, repeat. Never can you think there's backstage sabotage or manipulating. So, they found a perfect champion. A young boy who they can guide without him even knowing the truth until it is far too late.
Pity? How quaint. No, I desire no pity from these...things we call *ahem* "fans". Nor will I after I break away from the chains of deciet the shareholder has placed onto the federation. Perhaps one day, years from now, when I'm long gone, and you are ready to hang 'em up, you'll look back on my lessons to you, and feel regret. Regret you never knew what the dirty buisness of wrestling is until someone stabs you in the back and proves how wrong you sentimental feelings are. But, that's a road barely travelled. "Oh, I've heard this speech before. The grizzled veteran, telling the wide-eyed new kid that nothing is sacred in this business, that everyone's a bunch of backstabbing, lying, manipulating cowards. Well I see one of those qualities. I see cowards. Men who won't fight their battles on a level playing field. You know what? Maybe I haven't had that faith in people stamped out of me like you have. And I'm going to hold onto that as long as I can. Because I don't want to be you. I don't want to be a cynical old bastard like you. Is there maneuvering and politics? Yeah, of course. But I'd rather keep that out of sight, out of mind as long as I can. If I have to address it, I will. But I won't go seek it out." Fine, hold it. Hold it as long as you please. I've been to Japan, Mexico, Puerto Rico, Germany, England, Canada & Australia, and no matter the tongue, no matter the customs, it's always sleaze and corruption. The only reason I've survived so long is I came in with no expectations of what I saw as a youngster as definite truth and ice running through my veins.
And even if you win, all what will occur will life being ready to smack you in the face when you least expect it and there is no true good people in wrestling. But, some say the ultimate teacher in life is life itself.
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Brainbustaaah!
Hank Scorpio
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Post by Brainbustaaah! on Dec 16, 2011 1:59:43 GMT -5
"Oh, I've heard this speech before. The grizzled veteran, telling the wide-eyed new kid that nothing is sacred in this business, that everyone's a bunch of backstabbing, lying, manipulating cowards. Well I see one of those qualities. I see cowards. Men who won't fight their battles on a level playing field. You know what? Maybe I haven't had that faith in people stamped out of me like you have. And I'm going to hold onto that as long as I can. Because I don't want to be you. I don't want to be a cynical old bastard like you. Is there maneuvering and politics? Yeah, of course. But I'd rather keep that out of sight, out of mind as long as I can. If I have to address it, I will. But I won't go seek it out." Fine, hold it. Hold it as long as you please. I've been to Japan, Mexico, Puerto Rico, Germany, England, Canada & Australia, and no matter the tongue, no matter the customs, it's always sleaze and corruption. The only reason I've survived so long is I came in with no expectations of what I saw as a youngster as definite truth and ice running through my veins.
And even if you win, all what will occur will life being ready to smack you in the face when you least expect it and there is no true good people in wrestling. But, some say the ultimate teacher in life is life itself. "You may have never seen any good people, Amigo. But they're out there. It's really convenient when you can keep inventing ways to make your path, your worldview the only one that's possible. I acknowledge that there's corruption in the wrestling world. I acknowledge the seedier elements. But I RISE ABOVE. I don't sink down to that level, I rise above it all. And I will rise above you."
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lodirulz
Hank Scorpio
Live as the color red in a world of black and white.
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Post by lodirulz on Dec 16, 2011 14:55:04 GMT -5
I used to roll the dice. Feel the fear in my enemies eyes. Listen as the crowd would sing: "Now the old king is dead! LONG LIVE THE KING.
Loud screams are heard, and a familiar looking man is seen crouching down in a dark room.
They say 2012 is the doomsday of the world. Well, there right. Because that is the year that nobody can feel safe again.
.... All will fall. Cold, and dead.[/i]
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The Punisher
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"They don't fear the law. They fear me..."
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Post by The Punisher on Dec 16, 2011 16:02:43 GMT -5
*Frank Castle appears on the Craptron, giving mock applause to The General and Richlen*
"Oh isn't this nice? I can just imagine you two and your boy scout buddy Michaels sitting on a log cabin porch at sunset, sharing a pot of coffee and talking about your friendship and how you all respect one another and how the best man will win."
"Crap."
"You know where all that "best man wins" stuff gets you in a war? Dead, that's where. It's the most ruthless man, the most aggressive man, the man who will not flinch when it comes to putting a bullet right between someone's eyes while staring them in the face. He wins."
"Respecting your opponent is fine, but when you respect him to the extent that you can't bring yourself to grind his face under your boot, then you become weak."
"Richlen? You've talked about me threatening you. Trust me, I've just been paying you lip service up until now. You want to stick your nose into the title picture because your buddy wants to make sure his best friend in all the world gets the title? Ain't that nice. Maybe you can pick one another's teeth up after I've done with both of you? Maybe you can give one another a blood transfusion? Maybe you can cut up each other's Christmas dinner into small pieces so you can eat it after I've done with you?"
"General? I think we've proved your credentials for the title haven't we? I despise ass kissers, and you've been puckering up to our majority shareholder for quite a while haven't you? Tell me, you got the feeling back in your lips yet, or are you on duty over Christmas too? Does he get you to bring him his pipe and slippers too? And don't forget - I got up from your knockout punch. You didn't get up from mine. Remember that, because that's the seed of doubt that's going to get bigger, and bigger, and when we're standing in that ring, you'll know, deep down, that you can't beat me, but I can beat you."
"And Michaels, you pretty boy scumbag? I'm going to take great pleasure in rearranging your face so your precious Sara will never recognise you again. All your screaming little fans who've been taken in by your empty rhetoric about superficiality will witness their hero fall. They'll see the guy they look up to be bought down to a level they've never seen him at before. But most of all, they'll see you lose, and your treasured golden belt go into the hands of someone else."
"But to all of you, let me make this clear, I'm not doing this for personal gain, I'm not doing it for the money, or the fame, or the prestige. I'm doing it because superficial, sycophantic, nepotistic people like you never have their false shells cracked. No one ever sees them for what they really are. I'm gonig to crack those shells, I'm going to grind them into dust, and then I'm going to beat you all to within an inch of your lives, and you know the best part?"
"There's absolutely nothing any of you can do about it."
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Gus Richlen Was Wrong
Patti Mayonnaise
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Fun while it lasted
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on Dec 16, 2011 16:29:54 GMT -5
*Frank Castle appears on the Craptron, giving mock applause to The General and Richlen*
"Oh isn't this nice? I can just imagine you two and your boy scout buddy Michaels sitting on a log cabin porch at sunset, sharing a pot of coffee and talking about your friendship and how you all respect one another and how the best man will win."
"Crap."
"You know where all that "best man wins" stuff gets you in a war? Dead, that's where. It's the most ruthless man, the most aggressive man, the man who will not flinch when it comes to putting a bullet right between someone's eyes while staring them in the face. He wins."
"Respecting your opponent is fine, but when you respect him to the extent that you can't bring yourself to grind his face under your boot, then you become weak."
"Richlen? You've talked about me threatening you. Trust me, I've just been paying you lip service up until now. You want to stick your nose into the title picture because your buddy wants to make sure his best friend in all the world gets the title? Ain't that nice. Maybe you can pick one another's teeth up after I've done with both of you? Maybe you can give one another a blood transfusion? Maybe you can cut up each other's Christmas dinner into small pieces so you can eat it after I've done with you?"
"General? I think we've proved your credentials for the title haven't we? I despise ass kissers, and you've been puckering up to our majority shareholder for quite a while haven't you? Tell me, you got the feeling back in your lips yet, or are you on duty over Christmas too? Does he get you to bring him his pipe and slippers too? And don't forget - I got up from your knockout punch. You didn't get up from mine. Remember that, because that's the seed of doubt that's going to get bigger, and bigger, and when we're standing in that ring, you'll know, deep down, that you can't beat me, but I can beat you."
"And Michaels, you pretty boy scumbag? I'm going to take great pleasure in rearranging your face so your precious Sara will never recognise you again. All your screaming little fans who've been taken in by your empty rhetoric about superficiality will witness their hero fall. They'll see the guy they look up to be bought down to a level they've never seen him at before. But most of all, they'll see you lose, and your treasured golden belt go into the hands of someone else."
"But to all of you, let me make this clear, I'm not doing this for personal gain, I'm not doing it for the money, or the fame, or the prestige. I'm doing it because superficial, sycophantic, nepotistic people like you never have their false shells cracked. No one ever sees them for what they really are. I'm gonig to crack those shells, I'm gonig to grind them into dust, and then I'm going to beat you all to within an inch of your lives, and you know the bet part?"
"There's absolutely nothing any of you can do about it." Talk. That's all it is, Punisher. Talk.
See, I don't thrive on making threats that I likely won't be able to keep. I thrive on simply going to the ring and leaving victorious.
You're not going to beat me to within an inch of my life, you're not going to send me to the hospital, and most importantly, you're not going to win the WWCF World Championship for ViVA, Inc.. Instead, I'm going to make sure neither you nor anyone else in ViVA, Inc., ESPECIALLY YOUR BOSS, treats me lightly EVER AGAIN. And if you don't believe me, take a look at the "I Quit" match I had a few months ago. A MATCH I WON, PUNISHER! I've been through WarGames, no-dq matches, and the notorious Rocky Horror Deathmatch. You think I'll be intimidated by you or your threats?! Please.
General, I'm going to make one thing clear right now: I beat you in that aforememntioned Rocky Horror Deathmatch. The results on Christmassacre will only be the same, and I will be walking out of Parts Unkown Arena as the WWCF World Champion.
Jonathan Michaels, I hate to admit it, but it will indeed be every man for himself. But as far as I'm concerned, the one thing we need to worry about is making sure that ViVA, Inc. doesn't walk out with another title belt. And yet I would not be lying if I told you that I want to be WWCF World Champion as much as anything else.
So let this be a warning to all, friend or foe: at Christmassacre, all of you will be walking into my Machine Shop, and NOBODY leaves unscathed.
And after Christmassacre, NOBODY will forget the name of the "Xtreme Machine" Gus Richlen, WWCF WORLD CHAMPION.
And that...
... is a promise.
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The Punisher
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"They don't fear the law. They fear me..."
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Post by The Punisher on Dec 16, 2011 16:49:25 GMT -5
*Frank Castle appears on the Craptron, giving mock applause to The General and Richlen*
"Oh isn't this nice? I can just imagine you two and your boy scout buddy Michaels sitting on a log cabin porch at sunset, sharing a pot of coffee and talking about your friendship and how you all respect one another and how the best man will win."
"Crap."
"You know where all that "best man wins" stuff gets you in a war? Dead, that's where. It's the most ruthless man, the most aggressive man, the man who will not flinch when it comes to putting a bullet right between someone's eyes while staring them in the face. He wins."
"Respecting your opponent is fine, but when you respect him to the extent that you can't bring yourself to grind his face under your boot, then you become weak."
"Richlen? You've talked about me threatening you. Trust me, I've just been paying you lip service up until now. You want to stick your nose into the title picture because your buddy wants to make sure his best friend in all the world gets the title? Ain't that nice. Maybe you can pick one another's teeth up after I've done with both of you? Maybe you can give one another a blood transfusion? Maybe you can cut up each other's Christmas dinner into small pieces so you can eat it after I've done with you?"
"General? I think we've proved your credentials for the title haven't we? I despise ass kissers, and you've been puckering up to our majority shareholder for quite a while haven't you? Tell me, you got the feeling back in your lips yet, or are you on duty over Christmas too? Does he get you to bring him his pipe and slippers too? And don't forget - I got up from your knockout punch. You didn't get up from mine. Remember that, because that's the seed of doubt that's going to get bigger, and bigger, and when we're standing in that ring, you'll know, deep down, that you can't beat me, but I can beat you."
"And Michaels, you pretty boy scumbag? I'm going to take great pleasure in rearranging your face so your precious Sara will never recognise you again. All your screaming little fans who've been taken in by your empty rhetoric about superficiality will witness their hero fall. They'll see the guy they look up to be bought down to a level they've never seen him at before. But most of all, they'll see you lose, and your treasured golden belt go into the hands of someone else."
"But to all of you, let me make this clear, I'm not doing this for personal gain, I'm not doing it for the money, or the fame, or the prestige. I'm doing it because superficial, sycophantic, nepotistic people like you never have their false shells cracked. No one ever sees them for what they really are. I'm gonig to crack those shells, I'm gonig to grind them into dust, and then I'm going to beat you all to within an inch of your lives, and you know the bet part?"
"There's absolutely nothing any of you can do about it." Talk. That's all it is, Punisher. Talk.
See, I don't thrive on making threats that I likely won't be able to keep. I thrive on simply going to the ring and leaving victorious.
You're not going to beat me to within an inch of my life, you're not going to send me to the hospital, and most importantly, you're not going to win the WWCF World Championship for ViVA, Inc.. Instead, I'm going to make sure neither you nor anyone else in ViVA, Inc., ESPECIALLY YOUR BOSS, treats me lightly EVER AGAIN. And if you don't believe me, take a look at the "I Quit" match I had a few months ago. A MATCH I WON, PUNISHER! I've been through WarGames, no-dq matches, and the notorious Rocky Horror Deathmatch. You think I'll be intimidated by you or your threats?! Please.
General, I'm going to make one thing clear right now: I beat you in that aforememntioned Rocky Horror Deathmatch. The results on Christmassacre will only be the same, and I will be walking out of Parts Unkown Arena as the WWCF World Champion.
Jonathan Michaels, I hate to admit it, but it will indeed be every man for himself. But as far as I'm concerned, the one thing we need to worry about is making sure that ViVA, Inc. doesn't walk out with another title belt. And yet I would not be lying if I told you that I want to be WWCF World Champion as much as anything else.
So let this be a warning to all, friend or foe: at Christmassacre, all of you will be walking into my Machine Shop, and NOBODY leaves unscathed.
And after Christmassacre, NOBODY will forget the name of the "Xtreme Machine" Gus Richlen, WWCF WORLD CHAMPION.
And that...
... is a promise. "Richlen, you don't scare me one little bit. You want to brag about what you've done? Fine. I may not have won as many titles as you have, but I've finished more people's careers in less than a year than you could ever hope to. Finn McHaggis, Damn Right Jackson - you've nto seen them again have you? The BoilerRoom Brawler sits up against a wall talking to himself because of blunt force trauma I inflicted on him with my fist. Evil M hasn't been seen since I plastered his face all over the concrete floor."
"You might want to ask your best bud Jonathan Michaels how he felt after I beat him in that Taipei Death Match when I cut his pretty little face up? You might want to ask The General how powerless he felt when he hit me with his Monkey's Paw, and I got up, only the see his face caved in with the Endgame - which, by the way, he didn't get up from."
"The point is Richlen, is that you might believe in yourself, you might think now is "your time" and that you'll do anything to win. But the turth is, you won't. Your inherit decency, your compassion, your sense of good, will hold you back. It'll make you hesitate. It'll make you pause."
"Any hope I had of redemption disappeared a long time ago. I stopped worrying about the right thing because there's no reward or consequence for me. All my compassion disappeared, and now all I have left is follwing the path I believe is right. I don't hesitate. I don't pause, because if you do, you lose. I don't intend to."
"And like I said before Richlen, there isn't a damned thing you can do about it."
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Dec 16, 2011 19:03:14 GMT -5
Hey Punman, I can't help but noticed that you've talked about knocking this guy's teeth out and that guy's teeth out and the other guy's teeth out and on and on.
You realize, of course, that if all of this were true then half the WWCF roster would now be consuming nothing but milkshakes at every meal, right? Collectively, I think we have fewer teeth than the total number you've claimed to have knocked out, although I admit I haven't crunched the numbers...
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Don Corleone
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Post by Jeremy Dupoe on Dec 16, 2011 19:35:41 GMT -5
*Disturbance is out of the Asylum*
*inhales*AT LAST WE ARE FREE FROM THAT DAMNED PLACE *walks over to a car and sees one of the tag titles in the back seat* MY MY WHAT IS THISMAYBE ITS A WEAPON GOD I HOPE ITS A WEAPON I NEED TO SEE BLOOD AGAIN AHAHAHAHAENOUGH PSYCHO, ACCORDING TO DUPOE ITS A CHAMPIONSHIP IN THE WWCF, INTERESTING WELL WE SHOULD HEAD OUT WE HAVE WELL OVER 50 YEARS OF CATCHING UP TO DO
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Post by General Adam on Dec 16, 2011 21:58:43 GMT -5
Talk. That's all it is, Punisher. Talk.
See, I don't thrive on making threats that I likely won't be able to keep. I thrive on simply going to the ring and leaving victorious.
You're not going to beat me to within an inch of my life, you're not going to send me to the hospital, and most importantly, you're not going to win the WWCF World Championship for ViVA, Inc.. Instead, I'm going to make sure neither you nor anyone else in ViVA, Inc., ESPECIALLY YOUR BOSS, treats me lightly EVER AGAIN. And if you don't believe me, take a look at the "I Quit" match I had a few months ago. A MATCH I WON, PUNISHER! I've been through WarGames, no-dq matches, and the notorious Rocky Horror Deathmatch. You think I'll be intimidated by you or your threats?! Please.
General, I'm going to make one thing clear right now: I beat you in that aforememntioned Rocky Horror Deathmatch. The results on Christmassacre will only be the same, and I will be walking out of Parts Unkown Arena as the WWCF World Champion.
Jonathan Michaels, I hate to admit it, but it will indeed be every man for himself. But as far as I'm concerned, the one thing we need to worry about is making sure that ViVA, Inc. doesn't walk out with another title belt. And yet I would not be lying if I told you that I want to be WWCF World Champion as much as anything else.
So let this be a warning to all, friend or foe: at Christmassacre, all of you will be walking into my Machine Shop, and NOBODY leaves unscathed.
And after Christmassacre, NOBODY will forget the name of the "Xtreme Machine" Gus Richlen, WWCF WORLD CHAMPION.
And that...
... is a promise. "Richlen, you don't scare me one little bit. You want to brag about what you've done? Fine. I may not have won as many titles as you have, but I've finished more people's careers in less than a year than you could ever hope to. Finn McHaggis, Damn Right Jackson - you've nto seen them again have you? The BoilerRoom Brawler sits up against a wall talking to himself because of blunt force trauma I inflicted on him with my fist. Evil M hasn't been seen since I plastered his face all over the concrete floor."
"You might want to ask your best bud Jonathan Michaels how he felt after I beat him in that Taipei Death Match when I cut his pretty little face up? You might want to ask The General how powerless he felt when he hit me with his Monkey's Paw, and I got up, only the see his face caved in with the Endgame - which, by the way, he didn't get up from."
"The point is Richlen, is that you might believe in yourself, you might think now is "your time" and that you'll do anything to win. But the turth is, you won't. Your inherit decency, your compassion, your sense of good, will hold you back. It'll make you hesitate. It'll make you pause."
"Any hope I had of redemption disappeared a long time ago. I stopped worrying about the right thing because there's no reward or consequence for me. All my compassion disappeared, and now all I have left is follwing the path I believe is right. I don't hesitate. I don't pause, because if you do, you lose. I don't intend to."
"And like I said before Richlen, there isn't a damned thing you can do about it." You two are sounding like little children fighting over a ball on the playground. You two keep on talking about how you beat me and my so called "ass kissing" but let me ask you this: Would you have taken the offer?
And don't you dare say "No I wouldn't General. I am a man of honor!" Bullshit! You would and you know it! If there was an opportunity to become the WWCF heavyweight champion you would take it and you would run with it! All of this talk about honor, trust, good sportsmanship, and all of this fairy tale crap has gotten me nowhere. It's all about power. The man with the power rules. And only one man has the ability to live up to those standards by the majority shareholder and that man is me! At Christmassacre I WILL become the champion. Not only do I know that I will become champion...I guarantee it.
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