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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Jan 11, 2012 10:25:43 GMT -5
*Gus Richlen and Shaelin Marie O'Hara are in the back, with Richlen getting stitched up on both sides of his head and ranting.* OF COURSE I'M IN A BAD MOOD!!!! THAT LITTLE IDIOT THOUGHT HE WAS GOING TO SCREW ME OUT OF MY SHOT!!!!MEDIC: Mr. Richlen, you need to hold still and calm down. I'M NOT CALMING THE F*** DOWN!!!! THAT COWARD TRIED TO ROB ME OUT THERE!!!!Ricky, please-*Richlen's phone goes off, with the ringtone being "My Generation" by Limp Bizkit. Shaelin answers:* Hello?*PAUSE* Uhm, he's here, but he's getting stitched up and he's screaming about Viva a lot.Who is it?*moving the phone away from her mouth* It's Ryan Blood.*Richlen motions for the phone and she hands it to him.* Yeah?*PAUSE* Yeah, I know. But trust me, Viva's gonna hear it next week, if not earlier.*PAUSE* Well, that particular bridge is best left uncrossed for now.*PAUSE* Well, no, I hadn't thought about it.*PAUSE* Yeah, I suppose, I mean, we'll probably be tagging up quite a bit now. Ironic, ain't it, I mean where we used to be at each other's throats?*PAUSE* Alright, shoot.*PAUSE* Well, no, that isn't all that impressive.*PAUSE* Um, OK. Although I thought it'd call itself something like "HOME TO BARRY LEVINSON" or "HOME TO TOM FONTANA," since one or both of them used to call it home.*PAUSE* Well, yeah, that's the name of our main college as well. I'm still bummed we lost the Rose Bowl. Second year in a row, too. Man, what a heartbreaker.*PAUSE* OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK?*PAUSE* *silence* *silence* *more silence* *PAUSE* Let me see what Shaelin thinks.Huh?Oh, Blood came up with a name if he and I should team up anytime soon.*He glances, or more appropriately glares, at the medics, who are still trying to finish stitching his forehead, then leans over and whispers in Shaelin's ear. Shaelin nearly does a dry spit take. Richlen leans away.* Yeahhhhhhhhhhh, I don't know, man. That sounds pretty bad. And I don't want Jesse King ignoring me more than he already does by going on and on about honey badgers.*PAUSE* Uh, I'm not so sure about tonight. Right now, I'd like to finish getting my head stitched together and taking Shaelin somewhere.*PAUSE* Yeah, we'll get some more names worked out. Might even see what the others think of 'em.*PAUSE* Yeah, I will.*PAUSE* kthxbai.*Richlen hangs up his phone as the medics finish. He leans back and nearly falls off the table.* OOC: Can't....stop....laughing!
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Jan 11, 2012 10:47:20 GMT -5
*Gus Richlen and Shaelin Marie O'Hara are in the back, with Richlen getting stitched up on both sides of his head and ranting.* OF COURSE I'M IN A BAD MOOD!!!! THAT LITTLE IDIOT THOUGHT HE WAS GOING TO SCREW ME OUT OF MY SHOT!!!!MEDIC: Mr. Richlen, you need to hold still and calm down. I'M NOT CALMING THE F*** DOWN!!!! THAT COWARD TRIED TO ROB ME OUT THERE!!!!Ricky, please-*Richlen's phone goes off, with the ringtone being "My Generation" by Limp Bizkit. Shaelin answers:* Hello?*PAUSE* Uhm, he's here, but he's getting stitched up and he's screaming about Viva a lot.Who is it?*moving the phone away from her mouth* It's Ryan Blood.*Richlen motions for the phone and she hands it to him.* Yeah?*PAUSE* Yeah, I know. But trust me, Viva's gonna hear it next week, if not earlier.*PAUSE* Well, that particular bridge is best left uncrossed for now.*PAUSE* Well, no, I hadn't thought about it.*PAUSE* Yeah, I suppose, I mean, we'll probably be tagging up quite a bit now. Ironic, ain't it, I mean where we used to be at each other's throats?*PAUSE* Alright, shoot.*PAUSE* Well, no, that isn't all that impressive.*PAUSE* Um, OK. Although I thought it'd call itself something like "HOME TO BARRY LEVINSON" or "HOME TO TOM FONTANA," since one or both of them used to call it home.*PAUSE* Well, yeah, that's the name of our main college as well. I'm still bummed we lost the Rose Bowl. Second year in a row, too. Man, what a heartbreaker.*PAUSE* OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK?*PAUSE* *silence* *silence* *more silence* *PAUSE* Let me see what Shaelin thinks.Huh?Oh, Blood came up with a name if he and I should team up anytime soon.*He glances, or more appropriately glares, at the medics, who are still trying to finish stitching his forehead, then leans over and whispers in Shaelin's ear. Shaelin nearly does a dry spit take. Richlen leans away.* Yeahhhhhhhhhhh, I don't know, man. That sounds pretty bad. And I don't want Jesse King ignoring me more than he already does by going on and on about honey badgers.*PAUSE* Uh, I'm not so sure about tonight. Right now, I'd like to finish getting my head stitched together and taking Shaelin somewhere.*PAUSE* Yeah, we'll get some more names worked out. Might even see what the others think of 'em.*PAUSE* Yeah, I will.*PAUSE* kthxbai.*Richlen hangs up his phone as the medics finish. He leans back and nearly falls off the table.* OOC: Can't....stop....laughing! OOC: Would either of you mind if I joined in on this?
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Jan 11, 2012 11:29:02 GMT -5
OOC: Not at all, Connor. IC: BLOOD: ...Bye.*Ryan hangs up* BLOOD: [depressedly] He didn't like the name, Wind-up Monkey.WIND-UP MONKEY: [dryly] You're kidding. BLOOD: I wish I were. Not only that, but he mentioned Barry Levinson and Tom Fontana, which reminds me how much I miss Homicide: Life On The Street.WIND-UP MONKEY: Yeah, that was a good show. But it sucked that the tv movie series finale had Bayliss going to prison. BLOOD: Ssshhh! That's a spoiler!WIND-UP MONKEY: For who?! BLOOD: Well, anybody who's listening to us right now.WIND-UP MONKEY: Oh please, people have better things to do than eavesdrop on the two of us! BLOOD: Really? We're in a locker room. Have you never heard of peeping toms? Or tom-ettes, as the case may be?WIND-UP MONKEY: Well, if they watch everything that happens in here then they'll be exposed to a lot worse than spoilers. I mean, have you ever seen Smokin' Vokoun naked? BLOOD: I can't say I have.WIND-UP MONKEY: Be very thankful for that. *The Wind-up Monkey shudders in revulsion*
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Fiddleford H. McGucket
El Dandy
My Mind's been gone for 30-odd years! Can't Break what's already broken!
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Post by Fiddleford H. McGucket on Jan 11, 2012 12:01:21 GMT -5
So I'm not gonna be the Lord of the Ring... S'no big thing I'm already (Technically) The Champion of All Television! Combined with the fact that I Single handedly (With some help from Mistah Drakin and company) Took out Colt, securing my Role as Prince of Print, and my pre-existing Radiosity (It's not a Word? HA! Now it its.....Add it to your lexicon, use it amngst your friends!). I Doctor DEEEEEE-MENTO Proclaim mysel King of All Media!*Camera pans over to Ted N. Terviewer* Ted: But what about Jazzma-- I mean "El Hombre Del Jazz"?Dr D: Teddy....first of all it's not (In a Droopy Dog-like voice) "El Hombre Del Jazz" (drops the voice) It's (Cups hs hands near his mouth into a megaphone) "ELLLLLLL HOOOMMMMMMBRRRREEEEEEEEEE DEEEEELLLLLLLLLLL JAAAAAAZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!" (Drops hands) You gotta put some "oomph" to it! And what do I think? Really? I think that's just PEACHY! I mean sharing a title with a legend in this industry is phenominal! It'll be a shame when we have the inevitable "Who's the real champion" feud, but down the line when I'm the Honorable Hardcore Champion of All Television and King of all Media Or HHCoTV&KoM for short we'll look back on this little SNAFU and have a few laughs.
I'm sure Mr. The Sam is already commisioning a second belt because of this momentous occasion. Howdy everyone, Jerry Fish here backstage with the... newest, i guess WWCF superstar El Hombre Del Jazz¡Hola!Yeah... so, wait who the hell are you?*A man in a nice suit walks into frame* I am Alberto Ramirez, El Hombre De Jazz's translator and good friendOk then, well then let me ask you a question, why don't you come clean and let the fans know you are Ryan Bergman?*Alberto whispers in the ear of Hombre who begins tospeak in Spanish* Nunca he sido y nunca será el señor Bergman. Voy a ser el campeón de la televisión y ni siquiera que el doctor loco me puede detener. Este es mi destino, esto es lo que yo había nacido para hacer, para llevar el nombre de jazz de vuelta a lo que debería estar en la compañía.
Yo era un luchador joven, cuando el señor Bergman entrenado conmigo durante el tiempo que el año pasado. Me dijo entonces: "Si alguna vez tengo la oportunidad de ofrecerle una oportunidad, es mejor que estar esperando por el teléfono."
Ahora he llegado a la tierra de Roosevelt Teddy, castigos, los detectives, los dragones, los hombres blancos de grasa con el dinero, y los luchadores de cocodrilos
Si este es el sueño americano quisiera nunca despertar, me gustaría dar las gracias al señor Bergman por haberme dado esta oportunidad, es algo que no va a desperdiciar.Alright buddy, earn your paycheck...Yes, El Hombre would first like everyone to know that he isn't Ryan Bergman. He and Mr. Bergman trained together while Mr. Bergman took his sabbatical from the WWCF.
He is happy he is now in a company with wrestlers like the great Teddy Roosevelt, back from the past to wrestle alligators and Sherlock Holmes*El Hombre rolls his eyes and asked for the mic back.* Trae tu mejor doctor, usted lo necesita!*Jazz points menacingly at camera before walking away* Doctor Demento, We're coming for you SUCKA!*Jerry Fish's mouth is wide open and he drops the mic and you here mumbling as he walks away, "I'm getting too old for this s***" Whether you are or are not Jazzman under that getup is of no concern to me. Either one of us is the TV Title holder.....or neither of us is. Now I'm not one to use my position for personal gain, heaven forbid.......but if the Grand and Powerful The Sam decide in his INFINITE Wisdom to either award me sole posession of the belt, or take pity on you and commision another (Smaller, slightly less impressive) Belt for you Hombre I'm not going to question it.
I'll just have to challenge you for it, easy peasy! Then If.....nonono.....WHEN I beat you for the B-Belt I'll jut politely ask that it be melted down and added to the PROPER TV title.
It's good to be The King (of All Media)
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Jan 11, 2012 12:13:43 GMT -5
OOC: Not at all, Connor. IC: BLOOD: ...Bye.*Ryan hangs up* BLOOD: [depressedly] He didn't like the name, Wind-up Monkey.WIND-UP MONKEY: [dryly] You're kidding. BLOOD: I wish I were. Not only that, but he mentioned Barry Levinson and Tom Fontana, which reminds me how much I miss Homicide: Life On The Street.WIND-UP MONKEY: Yeah, that was a good show. But it sucked that the tv movie series finale had Bayliss going to prison. BLOOD: Ssshhh! That's a spoiler!WIND-UP MONKEY: For who?! BLOOD: Well, anybody who's listening to us right now.WIND-UP MONKEY: Oh please, people have better things to do than eavesdrop on the two of us! BLOOD: Really? We're in a locker room. Have you never heard of peeping toms? Or tom-ettes, as the case may be?WIND-UP MONKEY: Well, if they watch everything that happens in here then they'll be exposed to a lot worse than spoilers. I mean, have you ever seen Smokin' Vokoun naked? BLOOD: I can't say I have.WIND-UP MONKEY: Be very thankful for that. *The Wind-up Monkey shudders in revulsion* Connor is seen walking down a hallway in the Parts Unknown Arena. He stops and reaches in under his cloak before pulling out an iphone and presses a button. His brow quirks as he presses the screen and then holds the phone up to his ear. Hello...who's this? Oh, monkey. Didn't realize you were answering the phone for him. Nah, no hard feelings about you knocking me out. Yeah, we're cool. It's not like you could have stopped yourself in mid-air telekinetically or something. Oh...you can do that. No, no we're cool.[/color] Connor scratches his head for a moment as he continues to listen. Anyway, I just got that text from Ryan about that tag team name. Yeah, no I can't really say it's something I'd personally go with for him and Gus. You don't say...Barry Levinson and Tom Fontana. Yeah, I loved that show. Wait, what? Son of a b$^&(! I didn't know he goes to jail![/color] Connor leans his back up against a wall as he continues to hold the phone. Yeah, those peepettes can be a little...[/color] Connor listens intently for a moment before nodding, then pauses and runs into a washroom. The sound of wretching can be heard followed by a flush then Connor comes back out. Please don't mention Vokoun and naked in the same sentence again.
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Post by Head Detective Aaron Enigma on Jan 11, 2012 12:18:53 GMT -5
It is good to be back! I took a week or two off to recuperate from injuries as well as step up my investigation of the Majority Shareholder. Now I come back and hear the MS has granted me a match against Whitey Fats for the King of Wrestlecrap tournament. It seems that the fates have granted me a wondrous thing! Not only do I know the identity of the MS, but I am being bribed not to expose them. However, unfortunately for the Majority Shareholder, it matters not how you attempt to bribe me. My pride as a detective will get the better of me. I will expose you, but for now, I guess I should keep quiet considering I have a match to prepare for.
Whitey, I hope you are ready, because as Smokey already found out, I have changed. It doesn't matter if you didn't lose the title or not. As you can see, I am still the Inter-Forum champion and I got this by fighting with everything I have and throwing any hesitation out the window. And of course, when it comes to the MS, diplomacy means nothing and I refuse to sit around any more. You are going to fall by the hands of the Head Detective, Whitey. No rocket science, no elementary facts, just a beatdown the likes of which you have never received before.
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Jonathan Michaels
Bill S. Preston, Esq.
The Archduke of Levity
Here since TNA was still kinda okay
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Post by Jonathan Michaels on Jan 11, 2012 13:16:02 GMT -5
*A WWCF.com exclusive* Fred G. Neric: Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce to you at this time, the current Number One Contender for the WWCF Championship, Frank Castle.*Frank Castle appears on camera, looming over the interviewer* Fred: Frank, you decided to cash in your Money in the Bank briefcase at King of WrestleCrap, can you tell us why that is?Frank: Why don't you take a wild guess Fred?Fred: Well, I thought you were trying to do the honourable thing Frank..Frank: The honourable thing gets you dead Fred. The honourable thing would be to give this title shot to someone more deserving. The honourable thing to do, would be to accept that Jonathan Michaels is a better man, that he is more deserving than me, that he has achieved what I suppose most people would call normality - celebrity even.Fred: So what are you doing?Frank: I'm taking him on because this way, there will be no excuses, there will be no one saying "you didn't deserve it", no one feeling sorry for him because he was cheated. I'm going to beat him with no weapons, no outside help, no excuses. I'm going to wipe that smug grin off his face with these two bare hands, and I'm going to enjoy doing it.Fred: So this is about you having to prove yourself?Frank: You haven't been listening have you? This isn't about me proving myself. I have to do this for one reason, and one reason only, because seeing people cheering, celebrating, being happy - that eats away at my soul.Fred: What? You hate people being happy?Frank: Exactly. I hate it. I hate the very notion of happiness. People scream and shout and cheer for their favourites, and they boo and scream at guys like me. It's all some stupid fairytale. No one is innocent. No once is whiter than white. We all have dark sides, and we all exploit someone else to get what we want. Some people have happiness. They have families, prospects, a career. They have lovers, children, wonderful holidays, epic weddings, joyous hours and days spent together.Fred: Are you serious?Frank: I'm deadly serious. You know what those people have too? They have support. They have people to help them pull through. I've never had that. I never will have that. No one supports me. No one will ever go out of their way to help me. I came to that conclusion a long time ago. So I have nothing left. I have nothing other than to show people that that ridiculous facade of happiness is nothing more than that - a facade. So I have to destroy the illusion.Fred: What has this got to do with Jonathan Michaels then?Frank: Haven't you listened to anything I've said? Jonathan Michaels is the embodiment of these people's hope. As long as he has that belt, these people will believe that there are fairytales, that there are happy endings, that the good guys always win. It doesn't happen this way. I'm going to prove that the good guys don't win.Fred: Frank, what are you going to do about the King of WrestleCrap winner - they're entitled to a title shot just as much as you are.Frank: And are they going to do what I am? Are they going to show people that this pretense of good vs evil has any other conclusion that reality biting - and the man who will do what is necessary winning? Of course they won't. Whoever wins that torunament will have to answer to me. Michaels is mine, and this supposed Kign can wait - then he can get destroyed as well.Fred: Frank, this has been both disturbing and revealing, thanks for your time.Frank: Thanks for not asking any stupid questions Fred. If you had, I'd have taken your head off. Frank, once again you are operating under a delusion.
You think I'm some kind of white knight, pulling girls off railroad tracks and healing the lepers, that I'm a nice guy bringing hope to the masses.
Have you paid attention to my career?
Have you SEEN the things I've done to people?
I've done horrible things in that ring, but I own them fully.
I'm not a nice guy, Frank, I don't believe that the good guys always win.
But I do.
Screw Tim Tebow, all I do is win, pal, there is NOBODY in this company with a championship resume compared to mine.
I am the first and only Grand Slam champion in this company, I have held a belt for a grand total of 475 days, I don't win for the fans, I don't win for truth, justice and the american way, I win for ME.
The reason the crowd loves me is because they respect my honesty, because I put on the best matches in this company, and because, well, everyone loves a winner.
So that's why I'm going to keep this belt for a long time, Castle.
Because I'm a winner.
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The Punisher
Unicron
"They don't fear the law. They fear me..."
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Post by The Punisher on Jan 11, 2012 13:48:56 GMT -5
*A WWCF.com exclusive* Fred G. Neric: Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce to you at this time, the current Number One Contender for the WWCF Championship, Frank Castle.*Frank Castle appears on camera, looming over the interviewer* Fred: Frank, you decided to cash in your Money in the Bank briefcase at King of WrestleCrap, can you tell us why that is?Frank: Why don't you take a wild guess Fred?Fred: Well, I thought you were trying to do the honourable thing Frank..Frank: The honourable thing gets you dead Fred. The honourable thing would be to give this title shot to someone more deserving. The honourable thing to do, would be to accept that Jonathan Michaels is a better man, that he is more deserving than me, that he has achieved what I suppose most people would call normality - celebrity even.Fred: So what are you doing?Frank: I'm taking him on because this way, there will be no excuses, there will be no one saying "you didn't deserve it", no one feeling sorry for him because he was cheated. I'm going to beat him with no weapons, no outside help, no excuses. I'm going to wipe that smug grin off his face with these two bare hands, and I'm going to enjoy doing it.Fred: So this is about you having to prove yourself?Frank: You haven't been listening have you? This isn't about me proving myself. I have to do this for one reason, and one reason only, because seeing people cheering, celebrating, being happy - that eats away at my soul.Fred: What? You hate people being happy?Frank: Exactly. I hate it. I hate the very notion of happiness. People scream and shout and cheer for their favourites, and they boo and scream at guys like me. It's all some stupid fairytale. No one is innocent. No once is whiter than white. We all have dark sides, and we all exploit someone else to get what we want. Some people have happiness. They have families, prospects, a career. They have lovers, children, wonderful holidays, epic weddings, joyous hours and days spent together.Fred: Are you serious?Frank: I'm deadly serious. You know what those people have too? They have support. They have people to help them pull through. I've never had that. I never will have that. No one supports me. No one will ever go out of their way to help me. I came to that conclusion a long time ago. So I have nothing left. I have nothing other than to show people that that ridiculous facade of happiness is nothing more than that - a facade. So I have to destroy the illusion.Fred: What has this got to do with Jonathan Michaels then?Frank: Haven't you listened to anything I've said? Jonathan Michaels is the embodiment of these people's hope. As long as he has that belt, these people will believe that there are fairytales, that there are happy endings, that the good guys always win. It doesn't happen this way. I'm going to prove that the good guys don't win.Fred: Frank, what are you going to do about the King of WrestleCrap winner - they're entitled to a title shot just as much as you are.Frank: And are they going to do what I am? Are they going to show people that this pretense of good vs evil has any other conclusion that reality biting - and the man who will do what is necessary winning? Of course they won't. Whoever wins that torunament will have to answer to me. Michaels is mine, and this supposed Kign can wait - then he can get destroyed as well.Fred: Frank, this has been both disturbing and revealing, thanks for your time.Frank: Thanks for not asking any stupid questions Fred. If you had, I'd have taken your head off. Frank, once again you are operating under a delusion.
You think I'm some kind of white knight, pulling girls off railroad tracks and healing the lepers, that I'm a nice guy bringing hope to the masses.
Have you paid attention to my career?
Have you SEEN the things I've done to people?
I've done horrible things in that ring, but I own them fully.
I'm not a nice guy, Frank, I don't believe that the good guys always win.
But I do.
Screw Tim Tebow, all I do is win, pal, there is NOBODY in this company with a championship resume compared to mine.
I am the first and only Grand Slam champion in this company, I have held a belt for a grand total of 475 days, I don't win for the fans, I don't win for truth, justice and the american way, I win for ME.
The reason the crowd loves me is because they respect my honesty, because I put on the best matches in this company, and because, well, everyone loves a winner.
So that's why I'm going to keep this belt for a long time, Castle.
Because I'm a winner. You just don't get it do you Jon?
Yes you've done all these horrible, reprehensible things, but people don't hate you for it. They think you're clever. They think you're cool, becuase your type of "evil" is the cool type of evil, where the majority of people think what you do is fun, or justified, or secretly they'd like to do it themselves but haven't got the guts.
All those people who cheer for you each week, all those people who order your T-Shirts, wear your baseball caps, play with your action figures, they all worship you because you're the wise guy, you're the guy everybody wants to be - because you're cool, you're fashionable, and you get away with it.
What I do, no one cheers for. They see me damage smeone's brain, they see me put people in hospital, they hear about me and what I do outside this ring, and they are scared, because the "evil" I represent, isn't cool, isn't funny, isn't smart, it's just brutal.
You're an anti-hero. People cheer you because it's fashionable. They like your smug grin, they like your outfit, they like your girlfriend. They want to be you. You have everything. You know what I've got - nothing. People don't cheer me. They're scared, sickened by what I do. They look at me and see some socially maladjusted, violent madman. And they're not wrong.
I am the way I am because I'm not cool, I'm not the anti-hero, I'm not the guy who you'd secretly like to be. I'm the guy you run away from. I'm the guy you despise. I'm the guy you don't want to talk to, because you're afraid that getting to close means you'll touch a little bit of that insanity that's bubbling beneath the surface.
I'm going to take that title belt off you to show all these people one thing. That the cool, fashionable wise guy doesn't deserve to win. He doesn't deserve to get the girl. He doesn't deserve to have people cheering for him, because he's exploiting them to further his own ends.
I promise you this: No weapons, no outside help, no excuses. I'm going to beat you, and beat you so badly you will be genuinely afraid of me. You'll be scared to even come near me, because some of that pain, some of the anguish that I live with every single day of my life, may rub off on you.
You say you win because you're a winner. I specialise in turning people into losers. You're next in line.
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Viva
Dennis Stamp
THAT'S MY PURSE! *kick to the groin*
You can dance if you want to.
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Post by Viva on Jan 11, 2012 14:40:27 GMT -5
*The phone rings, ViVA picks up.*
Oh, hey, what's up Blood, Connor, and Gussy.
*pauses to listen.*
God damn, you guys are douchers. Gussy, I'mma f*** your shit next week.
*ViVA hangs up.*
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Jan 11, 2012 14:45:19 GMT -5
*The phone rings, ViVA picks up.* Oh, hey, what's up Blood, Connor, and Gussy.*pauses to listen.* God damn, you guys are douchers. Gussy, I'mma f*** your s*** next week.*ViVA hangs up.* Blinks as he is hung up on, then smirks. You hear that Gus? Yeah...better make sure you flush.
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Gus Richlen Was Wrong
Patti Mayonnaise
Metal Maestro: Co-winner of the FAN Idol Throwdown!
Fun while it lasted
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on Jan 11, 2012 15:37:32 GMT -5
*The phone rings, ViVA picks up.* Oh, hey, what's up Blood, Connor, and Gussy.*pauses to listen.* God damn, you guys are douchers. Gussy, I'mma f*** your s*** next week.*ViVA hangs up.* Blinks as he is hung up on, then smirks. You hear that Gus? Yeah...better make sure you flush. Meh, he's all talk. He knows that he can't throw enough at me to beat me. I'm not as worried as he thinks I should be.
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Jonathan Michaels
Bill S. Preston, Esq.
The Archduke of Levity
Here since TNA was still kinda okay
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Post by Jonathan Michaels on Jan 11, 2012 16:02:10 GMT -5
Frank, once again you are operating under a delusion.
You think I'm some kind of white knight, pulling girls off railroad tracks and healing the lepers, that I'm a nice guy bringing hope to the masses.
Have you paid attention to my career?
Have you SEEN the things I've done to people?
I've done horrible things in that ring, but I own them fully.
I'm not a nice guy, Frank, I don't believe that the good guys always win.
But I do.
Screw Tim Tebow, all I do is win, pal, there is NOBODY in this company with a championship resume compared to mine.
I am the first and only Grand Slam champion in this company, I have held a belt for a grand total of 475 days, I don't win for the fans, I don't win for truth, justice and the american way, I win for ME.
The reason the crowd loves me is because they respect my honesty, because I put on the best matches in this company, and because, well, everyone loves a winner.
So that's why I'm going to keep this belt for a long time, Castle.
Because I'm a winner. You just don't get it do you Jon?
Yes you've done all these horrible, reprehensible things, but people don't hate you for it. They think you're clever. They think you're cool, becuase your type of "evil" is the cool type of evil, where the majority of people think what you do is fun, or justified, or secretly they'd like to do it themselves but haven't got the guts.
All those people who cheer for you each week, all those people who order your T-Shirts, wear your baseball caps, play with your action figures, they all worship you because you're the wise guy, you're the guy everybody wants to be - because you're cool, you're fashionable, and you get away with it.
What I do, no one cheers for. They see me damage smeone's brain, they see me put people in hospital, they hear about me and what I do outside this ring, and they are scared, because the "evil" I represent, isn't cool, isn't funny, isn't smart, it's just brutal.
You're an anti-hero. People cheer you because it's fashionable. They like your smug grin, they like your outfit, they like your girlfriend. They want to be you. You have everything. You know what I've got - nothing. People don't cheer me. They're scared, sickened by what I do. They look at me and see some socially maladjusted, violent madman. And they're not wrong.
I am the way I am because I'm not cool, I'm not the anti-hero, I'm not the guy who you'd secretly like to be. I'm the guy you run away from. I'm the guy you despise. I'm the guy you don't want to talk to, because you're afraid that getting to close means you'll touch a little bit of that insanity that's bubbling beneath the surface.
I'm going to take that title belt off you to show all these people one thing. That the cool, fashionable wise guy doesn't deserve to win. He doesn't deserve to get the girl. He doesn't deserve to have people cheering for him, because he's exploiting them to further his own ends.
I promise you this: No weapons, no outside help, no excuses. I'm going to beat you, and beat you so badly you will be genuinely afraid of me. You'll be scared to even come near me, because some of that pain, some of the anguish that I live with every single day of my life, may rub off on you.
You say you win because you're a winner. I specialise in turning people into losers. You're next in line. You specialize in turning people into losers, huh?
Is that because misery loves company?
After all, it takes a loser to know a loser, doesn't it?
Maybe if you focused on honing your skills instead of mindless violence, people would buy YOUR merchandise.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Jan 11, 2012 16:18:30 GMT -5
Blinks as he is hung up on, then smirks. You hear that Gus? Yeah...better make sure you flush. Meh, he's all talk. He knows that he can't throw enough at me to beat me. I'm not as worried as he thinks I should be. I'm still scratching my head over why we called him in the first place...
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Jan 11, 2012 16:30:25 GMT -5
Meh, he's all talk. He knows that he can't throw enough at me to beat me. I'm not as worried as he thinks I should be. I'm still scratching my head over why we called him in the first place... Monkey...did you have something to do with this?
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Jan 11, 2012 16:45:25 GMT -5
I'm still scratching my head over why we called him in the first place... Monkey...did you have something to do with this?WIND-UP MONKEY: Uh, yeah, sorry guys. I'll pay closer attention to what I sit on next time... *He looks down sheepishly*
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Post by General Adam on Jan 11, 2012 16:50:25 GMT -5
Monkey...did you have something to do with this? WIND-UP MONKEY: Uh, yeah, sorry guys. I'll pay closer attention to what I sit on next time... *He looks down sheepishly* OCC: You're doing really good with the Wind up Monkey. Almost better then me.
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Jan 11, 2012 18:54:39 GMT -5
Monkey...did you have something to do with this? WIND-UP MONKEY: Uh, yeah, sorry guys. I'll pay closer attention to what I sit on next time... *He looks down sheepishly* Eyes the monkey for a moment as if about to get after him then bursts out laughing. It's all good.OOC: I concur with the General. You are doing really well with the monkey.
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Post by Brainbustaaah! on Jan 11, 2012 20:15:10 GMT -5
Disturbance...whichever one of you is listening. I've wrestled the man you call home, and if you can bring even a fraction of his aptitude to bear on Monday, it's going to be a hell of a match. But if you can't, if you're busy arguing and trying to push him down...then I will punish you. I will tear your back apart and I will make you pound the mat. Because even if you are my opponent, you're not my enemy. My enemy is the Majority Shareholder, apparently. So Amigo sustained a head injury from the Sharpshooter, eh? That's rich. That's real rich, pal. You and your goons made my time as Television Champion at best tainted and at worst practically worthless. I want answers, big man. And I want them ASAP. Rest assured, I will find out who you are. And when I do, you're going to answer for everything you and your minions have done to me. Nobody makes a fool of the Brainbuster and gets away with it. Watch your back...and check your head.
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Post by "Handsome" Whitey Fats on Jan 11, 2012 22:14:29 GMT -5
It is good to be back! I took a week or two off to recuperate from injuries as well as step up my investigation of the Majority Shareholder. Now I come back and hear the MS has granted me a match against Whitey Fats for the King of Wrestlecrap tournament. It seems that the fates have granted me a wondrous thing! Not only do I know the identity of the MS, but I am being bribed not to expose them. However, unfortunately for the Majority Shareholder, it matters not how you attempt to bribe me. My pride as a detective will get the better of me. I will expose you, but for now, I guess I should keep quiet considering I have a match to prepare for.
Whitey, I hope you are ready, because as Smokey already found out, I have changed. I'm not going to sit idly by just because I don't think violence is the only answer. Clearly you and Viva Inc don't understand anything but violence, so I was forced to adapt to the changes. Of course, that means nothing but pain and suffering for you. Diplomacy means nothing and I refuse to sit around any more. You are going to fall by the hands of the Head Detective. No rocket science, no elementary facts, now all I have left to tell you is you can blame Smokey and the rest of Viva Inc for the beating you will receive on Niteraw. OOC: Whitey is not affiliated with Viva, Inc. in anyway, and is a tweener bordering on face, so I'll let you edit or something before I respond
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Post by "Handsome" Whitey Fats on Jan 11, 2012 22:16:06 GMT -5
You just don't get it do you Jon?
Yes you've done all these horrible, reprehensible things, but people don't hate you for it. They think you're clever. They think you're cool, becuase your type of "evil" is the cool type of evil, where the majority of people think what you do is fun, or justified, or secretly they'd like to do it themselves but haven't got the guts.
All those people who cheer for you each week, all those people who order your T-Shirts, wear your baseball caps, play with your action figures, they all worship you because you're the wise guy, you're the guy everybody wants to be - because you're cool, you're fashionable, and you get away with it.
What I do, no one cheers for. They see me damage smeone's brain, they see me put people in hospital, they hear about me and what I do outside this ring, and they are scared, because the "evil" I represent, isn't cool, isn't funny, isn't smart, it's just brutal.
You're an anti-hero. People cheer you because it's fashionable. They like your smug grin, they like your outfit, they like your girlfriend. They want to be you. You have everything. You know what I've got - nothing. People don't cheer me. They're scared, sickened by what I do. They look at me and see some socially maladjusted, violent madman. And they're not wrong.
I am the way I am because I'm not cool, I'm not the anti-hero, I'm not the guy who you'd secretly like to be. I'm the guy you run away from. I'm the guy you despise. I'm the guy you don't want to talk to, because you're afraid that getting to close means you'll touch a little bit of that insanity that's bubbling beneath the surface.
I'm going to take that title belt off you to show all these people one thing. That the cool, fashionable wise guy doesn't deserve to win. He doesn't deserve to get the girl. He doesn't deserve to have people cheering for him, because he's exploiting them to further his own ends.
I promise you this: No weapons, no outside help, no excuses. I'm going to beat you, and beat you so badly you will be genuinely afraid of me. You'll be scared to even come near me, because some of that pain, some of the anguish that I live with every single day of my life, may rub off on you.
You say you win because you're a winner. I specialise in turning people into losers. You're next in line. You specialize in turning people into losers, huh?
Is that because misery loves company?
After all, it takes a loser to know a loser, doesn't it?
Maybe if you focused on honing your skills instead of mindless violence, people would buy YOUR merchandise. Keep the title warm for me, buddy, because the true world champion is coming.
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