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 22:49:11 GMT -5
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.Ewwww, quit looking at pictures of my wife.
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Post by "Handsome" Whitey Fats on Jan 11, 2012 22:58:21 GMT -5
Keep the title warm for me, buddy, because the true world champion is coming.Ewwww, quit looking at pictures of my wife. She is pretty hot, and it's Cynnamon's time of the month.
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Jeremy Dupoe
Don Corleone
Your lack of intelligence disgusts me
Posts: 1,414
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Post by Jeremy Dupoe on Jan 11, 2012 23:04:15 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. Please, I have far more dangerous "busters" to worry about so our simple retort is how do you bust the brain of the crimanally insane
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Jazzman
King Koopa
Trombone Shorty > Your Favorite Musician
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Post by Jazzman on Jan 12, 2012 1:40:41 GMT -5
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) *We cut backstage to El Hombre De Jazz and Alberto watching Demento on a screen* Por lo tanto, se ha decidido que el buen doctor y lucharán por el título de la televisión aquí en el WWCF. Nos reuniremos y yo le derrota, ya que mi destino. Quiere hablar de ser el rey de todos los medios de comunicación, sobre el control de todo esto, pues yo digo que no va a suceder.
Voy a derrotarlo y tomar el título al pueblo de México. Voy a aparecer en las telenovelas en todo el país! Voy a dar papeles de la película en el cine horrible en la que no hacen más que decir unas pocas líneas, pero sólo estaba allí para hacer subir los beneficios! Yo tendencia en Twitter ... Espera, ¿qué demonios es Twitter?It's really huge man, people say if you trend high enough, you can be world champion in some companies!Bueno, entonces voy a ser el tema número uno en este Twitter. La gente va a la derecha de mi nombre en los periódicos y las hojas de la suciedad en los próximos años como la gran cosa que viene. Después del lunes Demento, la pregunta no se sitos o no soy señor Bergman, que no lo soy. Será lo que puedo yo hacer ahora!That's right man, tacos for everyone at the victory party!¿por qué incluso soportar este tipo?
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Brainbustaaah!
Hank Scorpio
Best Damn Finishing Move Period
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Post by Brainbustaaah! on Jan 12, 2012 2:12:55 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. Please, I have far more dangerous "busters" to worry about so our simple retort is how do you bust the brain of the crimanally insane Oh yeah, I forgot you had Egon and Pete on your ass. How do I bust an insane man's brain? No matter how cross-wired and scrambled it is, it's still gotta be running something for you to be walking around without completely losing control of your body. As for the particulars, let's just say it involves a drop from some considerable height straight onto that rented property of yours.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Jan 12, 2012 13:48:17 GMT -5
OOC: Thanks, General & Connor!
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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 12, 2012 15:42:49 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. I don't give a damn if people buy my merchandise. A guy from the marketing department came to see me about it - I knocked out five of his teeth. That's the difference, I don't care about being popular. I'm not trying to be something I'm not. I don't enjoy being hated, but I accept it's what I am.
Jon, I don't hate you - I hate what you represent. I hate the fact you represent hope. I hate the fact that these people love you whatever you do. I hate the fact that they go to sleep at night thinking that it's ok to be the arrogant, cocky, pretty boy who always gets what he wants.
I see children cheering for you, I see mothers and fathers spending their hard earned cash on merchandise with your face on - and for what? What do they get out of it? Enjoyment? Don't make me laugh. They do it so that their kids will feel accepted, because of the society you've created, where people have to compete to be popular to be accepted. It shouldn't be like that. I won't let it be like that.
I will stop you. I will make people realise that they don't have to be super cocky, they don't have to be good looking, they don't have to be the most popular person around to win. All these people will see reality, when I beat you to within an inch of your life and take your title from you. The embodiment of their hope will be gone, but so will the pressure to conform, so will the pressure to be like you and your Equalizer friends.
I'm going to show people that you can be fallible, you can make mistakes, and you don't have to be "the man" to get what you want.
You, your whole ideal, and all the people's hope in you, will disappear at Lord of the Ring. You're approaching your end, come to terms with it.
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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 12, 2012 22:58:23 GMT -5
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) *We cut backstage to El Hombre De Jazz and Alberto watching Demento on a screen* Por lo tanto, se ha decidido que el buen doctor y lucharán por el título de la televisión aquí en el WWCF. Nos reuniremos y yo le derrota, ya que mi destino. Quiere hablar de ser el rey de todos los medios de comunicación, sobre el control de todo esto, pues yo digo que no va a suceder.
Voy a derrotarlo y tomar el título al pueblo de México. Voy a aparecer en las telenovelas en todo el país! Voy a dar papeles de la película en el cine horrible en la que no hacen más que decir unas pocas líneas, pero sólo estaba allí para hacer subir los beneficios! Yo tendencia en Twitter ... Espera, ¿qué demonios es Twitter?It's really huge man, people say if you trend high enough, you can be world champion in some companies!Bueno, entonces voy a ser el tema número uno en este Twitter. La gente va a la derecha de mi nombre en los periódicos y las hojas de la suciedad en los próximos años como la gran cosa que viene. Después del lunes Demento, la pregunta no se sitos o no soy señor Bergman, que no lo soy. Será lo que puedo yo hacer ahora!That's right man, tacos for everyone at the victory party!¿por qué incluso soportar este tipo?OOC: Thank your deity of choice for Google Translate...... I don't know what you said in your beutiful Moonspeak sir, but I can gather from your tne and frequent mentions of "The Twitter" that you're truly an accompished man of the world. But before We go any furhter allow me to introduce my newes compatriot.
*A Well dressed man with slicked back hair and a Navy Blue Tuxedo appears from seemingly nowhere* This is My personal Announcer Mr. Sylvester J. Smythe Mr Smythe, if you would be so Kind......Ladies and Gentlemen! Boys and Girls, Fans of all ages......For those lucky enough to be in attendendance and the BILLIONS watching around the known universe! Invading the Airwaves EACH and Ev-Er-Y Week! He is YOUR KIIIINNNGGG OOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFF AAAAALLLLLL MEDIAAAAAAA! DOCTOR DEEEEEEEEE-MENTO!*Sylvester takes a small bow and then gracefully exits* Thanksomuch Sly......
You see there Hombre, You want a part of the American Dream? So do I......and the sad fact about the American Dream is that in order for someone to gain, somebody's gotta LOSE, and the people that KNOW People.......they.....they simply don't have to worry bout losing that often. It's the people at the bottom that have to worry. Me? I've got friends in high places pulling me up, you....you're in a crab bucket man.
Allow me to explain.......You don't have to put a lid on a bucket of crabs you know? It's because even though it's a short miserable life.....nobody ever gets out of it. The moment any enterprising crab tries to get out......the rest of the bottom-feeding bastards just grab ahold and drag it back into the same old shit.
You want the TV title, Hombre? You're going to have to prove you're not a crab.....that you're something a bit better than the rest of the people that would pull you back down.
You want to live the American Dream? I don't want to be so cliche to say I'll turn it into a nightmare......I'm a bit of a better wordsmith than that. I am however going to push you to your physical limit in your FIRST one-on-one match, and I plan on hitting my Crackpot Jackpot and covering you for the 1-2-3 in the center of that ring......Then, you can be the first to bow down to the UNDISPUTED King of all Media.
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Post by "Handsome" Whitey Fats on Jan 12, 2012 23:06:39 GMT -5
A few more days until the Wrestling Messiah is the tournament, which I should have been in the first place.
I have to face a man I don't think I've ever faced before, but it ain't a problem. I'm gonna win, just like I always do.
Almost there, JoNo.
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Jazzman
King Koopa
Trombone Shorty > Your Favorite Musician
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Post by Jazzman on Jan 12, 2012 23:36:01 GMT -5
*We cut backstage to El Hombre De Jazz and Alberto watching Demento on a screen* Por lo tanto, se ha decidido que el buen doctor y lucharán por el título de la televisión aquí en el WWCF. Nos reuniremos y yo le derrota, ya que mi destino. Quiere hablar de ser el rey de todos los medios de comunicación, sobre el control de todo esto, pues yo digo que no va a suceder.
Voy a derrotarlo y tomar el título al pueblo de México. Voy a aparecer en las telenovelas en todo el país! Voy a dar papeles de la película en el cine horrible en la que no hacen más que decir unas pocas líneas, pero sólo estaba allí para hacer subir los beneficios! Yo tendencia en Twitter ... Espera, ¿qué demonios es Twitter?It's really huge man, people say if you trend high enough, you can be world champion in some companies!Bueno, entonces voy a ser el tema número uno en este Twitter. La gente va a la derecha de mi nombre en los periódicos y las hojas de la suciedad en los próximos años como la gran cosa que viene. Después del lunes Demento, la pregunta no se sitos o no soy señor Bergman, que no lo soy. Será lo que puedo yo hacer ahora!That's right man, tacos for everyone at the victory party!¿por qué incluso soportar este tipo?OOC: Thank your deity of choice for Google Translate...... I don't know what you said in your beutiful Moonspeak sir, but I can gather from your tne and frequent mentions of "The Twitter" that you're truly an accompished man of the world. But before We go any furhter allow me to introduce my newes compatriot.
*A Well dressed man with slicked back hair and a Navy Blue Tuxedo appears from seemingly nowhere* This is My personal Announcer Mr. Sylvester J. Smythe Mr Smythe, if you would be so Kind......Ladies and Gentlemen! Boys and Girls, Fans of all ages......For those lucky enough to be in attendendance and the BILLIONS watching around the known universe! Invading the Airwaves EACH and Ev-Er-Y Week! He is YOUR KIIIINNNGGG OOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFF AAAAALLLLLL MEDIAAAAAAA! DOCTOR DEEEEEEEEE-MENTO!*Sylvester takes a small bow and then gracefully exits* Thanksomuch Sly......
You see there Hombre, You want a part of the American Dream? So do I......and the sad fact about the American Dream is that in order for someone to gain, somebody's gotta LOSE, and the people that KNOW People.......they.....they simply don't have to worry bout losing that often. It's the people at the bottom that have to worry. Me? I've got friends in high places pulling me up, you....you're in a crab bucket man.
Allow me to explain.......You don't have to put a lid on a bucket of crabs you know? It's because even though it's a short miserable life.....nobody ever gets out of it. The moment any enterprising crab tries to get out......the rest of the bottom-feeding bastards just grab ahold and drag it back into the same old s***.
You want the TV title, Hombre? You're going to have to prove you're not a crab.....that you're something a bit better than the rest of the people that would pull you back down.
You want to live the American Dream? I don't want to be so cliche to say I'll turn it into a nightmare......I'm a bit of a better wordsmith than that. I am however going to push you to your physical limit in your FIRST one-on-one match, and I plan on hitting my Crackpot Jackpot and covering you for the 1-2-3 in the center of that ring......Then, you can be the first to bow down to the UNDISPUTED King of all Media.*Alberto appears* Mr. Demento, El Hombre De Jazz has decided to respond to you and has sent me to translate, since he is busy being offended by the new CBS sitcom ROB!
Ahem... Dear Dr. Demento.
After listening to you speak I have one thing to say, shut the hell up! If you want to wrestle it's time to wrestle. We will battle and once of us will be the champion of television. I will bow to no man and your friends can't help you when we get into that ring. I present a challenge you've never seen before with a style you can't handle. I look forward to grappling with you on Monday, buy just know I will be victorious.
El Hombre De Jazz
Ahem... now if you excuse me, I have a angry man in a mask who wants to kill Rob Schneider to deal with. Mr. Rob, pray he doesn't find you.*Off screen a man is heard shouting "Voy a matar a ese tipo!" over and over again as a television is broken.* That was a $5000 TV! Save it for Demento!Él va hacia abajo como las calificaciones de ese programa! HAHAHA!
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Jan 13, 2012 0:24:38 GMT -5
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. I don't give a damn if people buy my merchandise. A guy from the marketing department came to see me about it - I knocked out five of his teeth. That's the difference, I don't care about being popular. I'm not trying to be something I'm not. I don't enjoy being hated, but I accept it's what I am.
Jon, I don't hate you - I hate what you represent. I hate the fact you represent hope. I hate the fact that these people love you whatever you do. I hate the fact that they go to sleep at night thinking that it's ok to be the arrogant, cocky, pretty boy who always gets what he wants.
I see children cheering for you, I see mothers and fathers spending their hard earned cash on merchandise with your face on - and for what? What do they get out of it? Enjoyment? Don't make me laugh. They do it so that their kids will feel accepted, because of the society you've created, where people have to compete to be popular to be accepted. It shouldn't be like that. I won't let it be like that.
I will stop you. I will make people realise that they don't have to be super cocky, they don't have to be good looking, they don't have to be the most popular person around to win. All these people will see reality, when I beat you to within an inch of your life and take your title from you. The embodiment of their hope will be gone, but so will the pressure to conform, so will the pressure to be like you and your Equalizer friends.
I'm going to show people that you can be fallible, you can make mistakes, and you don't have to be "the man" to get what you want.
You, your whole ideal, and all the people's hope in you, will disappear at Lord of the Ring. You're approaching your end, come to terms with it. BLOOD: Punny, it seems to me...WIND-UP MONKEY: [bloodthirstily]Let me kill him...just a little... BLOOD: [soothingly]Patience, my friend. First he needs to hear what we were talking about. Plenty of time for revenge later.*Ryan Blood turns back to face the camera, as the Wind-up Monkey continues to glare into it murderously* BLOOD: Anyway, you mentioned the rest of the Equalizers, which includes me. I get it man. You're trying to turn this into an "outcasts vs. cool kids" thing, right? And you see yourself--or you want people to see you as--the poor, wretched little boy who has the world against him, while Jono has a silver spoon in his mouth and had everything handed to him.
Nobody's buying it, you moron.
Let's start with you. The reason people hate you isn't because you're "different", it's because you're the kind of guy they've seen a million times before. You're a big guy who bullies everybody around him. See, usually in the story you want this to be, the outcast has a reason to be unhappy, to feel powerless. But you? No, you're not that guy. You're usually able to just take whatever you want through brute force, and you usually do. The world isn't against you; on the contrary, you've been making the world your bitch.
Now let's talk about me. I know damn well that the popular people don't always win, because for a long time I was one of the most unpopular guys in this company and also one of the winningest.
Now let's talk about Jonathan Michaels. He's not a guy who always won or always got what he wanted. This is a guy who's tried to win titles and just got beat down for his efforts. This is a guy who warred with Evil M last year and ended up losing most of the battles. This is a guy who had the love of his life taken away from him, kind of like what happened to you Frankie--oh no wait, that's right, your wife left you because you're a dickbag.
He turned things around, finally. He got Sara back. He won a decisive battle against Evil M and won the war. And after failing on his first two attempts and having to wait a year between shots, he finally won the World Heavyweight Championship. And that is why people cheer for him, Frank. Because unlike a certain "superman" from West Newbury, Massachusetts who's always wanted to be seen as an underdog even though he won all the time, Jonathan Michaels really was an underdog. He didn't win all the time. He suffered a f***ton of setbacks, and he's where he is today through sheer persistence.
Those were feel-good moments, Frankie. The fans cheered because they already know what you're trying to teach them, i.e. that the bad guys win sometimes. In Jono's case, the bad guys--including me--won a lot. But sometimes the good guys win, and when they do? GodDAMN, is it ever sweet, and when it happens the fans are so happy that they cheer their lungs out.
Is it gonna last forever? Nah, not too many things do. Are you gonna be the one to end it? Nah, I don't think so.
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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 13, 2012 1:55:56 GMT -5
I don't give a damn if people buy my merchandise. A guy from the marketing department came to see me about it - I knocked out five of his teeth. That's the difference, I don't care about being popular. I'm not trying to be something I'm not. I don't enjoy being hated, but I accept it's what I am.
Jon, I don't hate you - I hate what you represent. I hate the fact you represent hope. I hate the fact that these people love you whatever you do. I hate the fact that they go to sleep at night thinking that it's ok to be the arrogant, cocky, pretty boy who always gets what he wants.
I see children cheering for you, I see mothers and fathers spending their hard earned cash on merchandise with your face on - and for what? What do they get out of it? Enjoyment? Don't make me laugh. They do it so that their kids will feel accepted, because of the society you've created, where people have to compete to be popular to be accepted. It shouldn't be like that. I won't let it be like that.
I will stop you. I will make people realise that they don't have to be super cocky, they don't have to be good looking, they don't have to be the most popular person around to win. All these people will see reality, when I beat you to within an inch of your life and take your title from you. The embodiment of their hope will be gone, but so will the pressure to conform, so will the pressure to be like you and your Equalizer friends.
I'm going to show people that you can be fallible, you can make mistakes, and you don't have to be "the man" to get what you want.
You, your whole ideal, and all the people's hope in you, will disappear at Lord of the Ring. You're approaching your end, come to terms with it. BLOOD: Punny, it seems to me...WIND-UP MONKEY: [bloodthirstily]Let me kill him...just a little... BLOOD: [soothingly]Patience, my friend. First he needs to hear what we were talking about. Plenty of time for revenge later.*Ryan Blood turns back to face the camera, as the Wind-up Monkey continues to glare into it murderously* BLOOD: Anyway, you mentioned the rest of the Equalizers, which includes me. I get it man. You're trying to turn this into an "outcasts vs. cool kids" thing, right? And you see yourself--or you want people to see you as--the poor, wretched little boy who has the world against him, while Jono has a silver spoon in his mouth and had everything handed to him.
Nobody's buying it, you moron.
Let's start with you. The reason people hate you isn't because you're "different", it's because you're the kind of guy they've seen a million times before. You're a big guy who bullies everybody around him. See, usually in the story you want this to be, the outcast has a reason to be unhappy, to feel powerless. But you? No, you're not that guy. You're usually able to just take whatever you want through brute force, and you usually do. The world isn't against you; on the contrary, you've been making the world your bitch.
Now let's talk about me. I know damn well that the popular people don't always win, because for a long time I was one of the most unpopular guys in this company and also one of the winningest.
Now let's talk about Jonathan Michaels. He's not a guy who always won or always got what he wanted. This is a guy who's tried to win titles and just got beat down for his efforts. This is a guy who warred with Evil M last year and ended up losing most of the battles. This is a guy who had the love of his life taken away from him, kind of like what happened to you Frankie--oh no wait, that's right, your wife left you because you're a dickbag.
He turned things around, finally. He got Sara back. He won a decisive battle against Evil M and won the war. And after failing on his first two attempts and having to wait a year between shots, he finally won the World Heavyweight Championship. And that is why people cheer for him, Frank. Because unlike a certain "superman" from West Newbury, Massachusetts who's always wanted to be seen as an underdog even though he won all the time, Jonathan Michaels really was an underdog. He didn't win all the time. He suffered a f***ton of setbacks, and he's where he is today through sheer persistence.
Those were feel-good moments, Frankie. The fans cheered because they already know what you're trying to teach them, i.e. that the bad guys win sometimes. In Jono's case, the bad guys--including me--won a lot. But sometimes the good guys win, and when they do? GodDAMN, is it ever sweet, and when it happens the fans are so happy that they cheer their lungs out.
Is it gonna last forever? Nah, not too many things do. Are you gonna be the one to end it? Nah, I don't think so. Yeah, Ryan, you hit the nail right on the head. Castle is all talk. I mean, he said he was going to put me in the hospital at Christmassacre. I was out within minutes.
And now is when Shaelin and I BOTH address a certain member of ViVA, Inc. not named Viva.
Castle, for WEEKS now you've gone on and on about how Michaels and I and anyone else who isn't you or any other member of ViVA, Inc. didn't DESERVE to win, didn't DESERVE to achieve what they have after going through heavy amounts of hell, didn't DESERVE anything at all.Newsflash, Castle: if WE don't DESERVE it, then honestly, neither do you.I shouldn't have to repeat everything I've had to go through in my year in the WWCF, but maybe I need to do it a million times to make you open your eyes. And maybe even then you won't see. But I'll do it anyway, not because it makes a great movie on TV, but because it's the truth.
I hate to mention it with her around, but Shaelin got kidnapped by some lunatic who was obsessed with forcing me to join whatever group he was trying to form. I was a bit luckier than Michaels was with Sara and M; Seth and Jessica held the threat of incarceration over Descent's head, and that coupled with my own warnings led him to return Shaelin to me unharmed and without incident.
Ryan Blood himself can tell you how much I went through to fight alongside someone I respected. I finished matches in need of stitches, but I always felt that it'd be worth it. I was even tag champ for two weeks before I had a f***ing steel chair superkicked in my face. And then I had to fight a TEAMMATE in an "I Quit' Match to win the same Championship Of Honor that Viva has to defend at the next PPV. And I was a bloody wreck after THAT. And I lost it on the first defense because Blood kicked me in the head enough times, something you couldn't do, Castle.Did I mention the First Blood Match I had with Lodi's girlfriend? I won a PPV match before Ricky did, and you don't see him complaining.And did I mention the eight-match losing streak?
And then I had to not only defeat Caleb Fourchon to win the Inter-Forum Championship, but I also had to go through two people I respected to retain the title. And I didn't escape either match unscathed.And after all of that, you think a bunch of hollow threats will intimidate anyone? You said, and I quote, "Richlen, Mackenzie, Mulligan, and all your other friends all deserve to be beaten to within an inch of your lives," "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?" "I'm going to take Gus Richlen apart," "I specialise in destroying monsters Richlen, you wouldn't be the first, and you certainly won't be the last-""Monster," Castle? REALLY?"You won't be able to do much thinking when I've knocked you out Richlen," and all sorts of other threats that were proven to be baseless. That gets you nowhere, Castle.I'm setting one thing straight right now, Castle: you're not ending ANYTHING. You're not beating ANYONE within an inch of their lives.
But WILL happen is that ViVA, Inc. is going to be taken down, piece by piece, notch by notch, and that goes for you as well. And Viva is in my personal crosshairs, and in the unlikely event that Michaels loses the title to you, YOU'RE. NEXT.
Today is the day that ViVA, Inc.'s luck begins to run out.
AND THERE'S NOT A DAMN THING THAT ANY OF YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT.AND THERE'S NOT A DAMN THING THAT ANY OF YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT.
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The Punisher
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Post by The Punisher on Jan 13, 2012 15:55:29 GMT -5
BLOOD: Punny, it seems to me...WIND-UP MONKEY: [bloodthirstily]Let me kill him...just a little... BLOOD: [soothingly]Patience, my friend. First he needs to hear what we were talking about. Plenty of time for revenge later.*Ryan Blood turns back to face the camera, as the Wind-up Monkey continues to glare into it murderously* BLOOD: Anyway, you mentioned the rest of the Equalizers, which includes me. I get it man. You're trying to turn this into an "outcasts vs. cool kids" thing, right? And you see yourself--or you want people to see you as--the poor, wretched little boy who has the world against him, while Jono has a silver spoon in his mouth and had everything handed to him.
Nobody's buying it, you moron.
Let's start with you. The reason people hate you isn't because you're "different", it's because you're the kind of guy they've seen a million times before. You're a big guy who bullies everybody around him. See, usually in the story you want this to be, the outcast has a reason to be unhappy, to feel powerless. But you? No, you're not that guy. You're usually able to just take whatever you want through brute force, and you usually do. The world isn't against you; on the contrary, you've been making the world your bitch.
Now let's talk about me. I know damn well that the popular people don't always win, because for a long time I was one of the most unpopular guys in this company and also one of the winningest.
Now let's talk about Jonathan Michaels. He's not a guy who always won or always got what he wanted. This is a guy who's tried to win titles and just got beat down for his efforts. This is a guy who warred with Evil M last year and ended up losing most of the battles. This is a guy who had the love of his life taken away from him, kind of like what happened to you Frankie--oh no wait, that's right, your wife left you because you're a dickbag.
He turned things around, finally. He got Sara back. He won a decisive battle against Evil M and won the war. And after failing on his first two attempts and having to wait a year between shots, he finally won the World Heavyweight Championship. And that is why people cheer for him, Frank. Because unlike a certain "superman" from West Newbury, Massachusetts who's always wanted to be seen as an underdog even though he won all the time, Jonathan Michaels really was an underdog. He didn't win all the time. He suffered a f***ton of setbacks, and he's where he is today through sheer persistence.
Those were feel-good moments, Frankie. The fans cheered because they already know what you're trying to teach them, i.e. that the bad guys win sometimes. In Jono's case, the bad guys--including me--won a lot. But sometimes the good guys win, and when they do? GodDAMN, is it ever sweet, and when it happens the fans are so happy that they cheer their lungs out.
Is it gonna last forever? Nah, not too many things do. Are you gonna be the one to end it? Nah, I don't think so. Yeah, Ryan, you hit the nail right on the head. Castle is all talk. I mean, he said he was going to put me in the hospital at Christmassacre. I was out within minutes.
And now is when Shaelin and I BOTH address a certain member of ViVA, Inc. not named Viva.
Castle, for WEEKS now you've gone on and on about how Michaels and I and anyone else who isn't you or any other member of ViVA, Inc. didn't DESERVE to win, didn't DESERVE to achieve what they have after going through heavy amounts of hell, didn't DESERVE anything at all.Newsflash, Castle: if WE don't DESERVE it, then honestly, neither do you.I shouldn't have to repeat everything I've had to go through in my year in the WWCF, but maybe I need to do it a million times to make you open your eyes. And maybe even then you won't see. But I'll do it anyway, not because it makes a great movie on TV, but because it's the truth.
I hate to mention it with her around, but Shaelin got kidnapped by some lunatic who was obsessed with forcing me to join whatever group he was trying to form. I was a bit luckier than Michaels was with Sara and M; Seth and Jessica held the threat of incarceration over Descent's head, and that coupled with my own warnings led him to return Shaelin to me unharmed and without incident.
Ryan Blood himself can tell you how much I went through to fight alongside someone I respected. I finished matches in need of stitches, but I always felt that it'd be worth it. I was even tag champ for two weeks before I had a f***ing steel chair superkicked in my face. And then I had to fight a TEAMMATE in an "I Quit' Match to win the same Championship Of Honor that Viva has to defend at the next PPV. And I was a bloody wreck after THAT. And I lost it on the first defense because Blood kicked me in the head enough times, something you couldn't do, Castle.Did I mention the First Blood Match I had with Lodi's girlfriend? I won a PPV match before Ricky did, and you don't see him complaining.And did I mention the eight-match losing streak?
And then I had to not only defeat Caleb Fourchon to win the Inter-Forum Championship, but I also had to go through two people I respected to retain the title. And I didn't escape either match unscathed.And after all of that, you think a bunch of hollow threats will intimidate anyone? You said, and I quote, "Richlen, Mackenzie, Mulligan, and all your other friends all deserve to be beaten to within an inch of your lives," "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?" "I'm going to take Gus Richlen apart," "I specialise in destroying monsters Richlen, you wouldn't be the first, and you certainly won't be the last-""Monster," Castle? REALLY?"You won't be able to do much thinking when I've knocked you out Richlen," and all sorts of other threats that were proven to be baseless. That gets you nowhere, Castle.I'm setting one thing straight right now, Castle: you're not ending ANYTHING. You're not beating ANYONE within an inch of their lives.
But WILL happen is that ViVA, Inc. is going to be taken down, piece by piece, notch by notch, and that goes for you as well. And Viva is in my personal crosshairs, and in the unlikely event that Michaels loses the title to you, YOU'RE. NEXT.
Today is the day that ViVA, Inc.'s luck begins to run out.
AND THERE'S NOT A DAMN THING THAT ANY OF YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT.AND THERE'S NOT A DAMN THING THAT ANY OF YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT. Blood, Richlen, you are proof of exactly what I've been talking about. And neither of you get it.
You've both been the bad guys, and now you're the good guys. Because you had to be accepted. You had to leech off these people. You had to give in to the culture.
To be accepted - you have to be popular. You may have done all these evil things, you may have been the underdog, you may have had to face all these challenges and overcome them, but you still had to be the good guy to become the top dog didn't you?
You all represent what I hate. You are all popular, you're all the good guys, people love you.
I'm not an outcast, as you'd like to think. I'm not shouting that the world is against me, as you'd like to think. One thing you are right about though, I will wage war against this world, this ideal of being one of "the crowd".
I don't like how people ostracise others for not conforming to the norm, I don't like how people have to change to be accepted, I don't like how those people are made fun of or demonised because they are different.
I don't see myself as one of those people though. I see myself as the person who stands up for them. Being accepted doesn't matter to me. I don't want redemption, I don't want to be part of the crowd. I want to show those people that they don't have to be afraid of being different. They don't have to shut themselves away and be scared because no one wants them for what they are.
You see, there are some people who will be watching this and thinking "I'd like to be like the Equalizers", but they haven't got the looks, they haven't got the ability, they haven't got the friends. They're made to feel stupid because they like something else. They're made to feel left out because other people are far too busy being popular, and looking after themselves.
I'm not their saviour, and I'm not their hero, but there are people who need help to be accepted. I can't do that, but I can fight on their behalf, and I can destroy this ideal that they have to be on their own because "the crowd" won't accept them for being different.
Blood, stick up for your "friend" all your want, but if you've really been so bad in the past, how long will it be before you decide you want Michaels' title? How long will it be before you stab him in the back. Come to think of it, how long will it be before he decides it would be quite cool to stab you in the back, so you're no longer a threat? It could happen you know.
Richlen, you may talk tough, but the big bully around here isn't me, it's you, with your harpy of a girlfriend and your big mouth. You were only in the hospital a matter of minutes, but it seemed like longer didn't it? And I bet you still feel it, late at night, when you wake up in cold sweats with your neck and head aching, screaming at the thought of my fist caving your skull in.
I've had it with people like both of you, and I promise you both this, once I have taken out your idol, once I've destroyed him and left him without confidence, belief and his title, I'm coming for the pair of you.
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Gus Richlen Was Wrong
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on Jan 13, 2012 16:26:05 GMT -5
Yeah, Ryan, you hit the nail right on the head. Castle is all talk. I mean, he said he was going to put me in the hospital at Christmassacre. I was out within minutes.
And now is when Shaelin and I BOTH address a certain member of ViVA, Inc. not named Viva.
Castle, for WEEKS now you've gone on and on about how Michaels and I and anyone else who isn't you or any other member of ViVA, Inc. didn't DESERVE to win, didn't DESERVE to achieve what they have after going through heavy amounts of hell, didn't DESERVE anything at all.Newsflash, Castle: if WE don't DESERVE it, then honestly, neither do you.I shouldn't have to repeat everything I've had to go through in my year in the WWCF, but maybe I need to do it a million times to make you open your eyes. And maybe even then you won't see. But I'll do it anyway, not because it makes a great movie on TV, but because it's the truth.
I hate to mention it with her around, but Shaelin got kidnapped by some lunatic who was obsessed with forcing me to join whatever group he was trying to form. I was a bit luckier than Michaels was with Sara and M; Seth and Jessica held the threat of incarceration over Descent's head, and that coupled with my own warnings led him to return Shaelin to me unharmed and without incident.
Ryan Blood himself can tell you how much I went through to fight alongside someone I respected. I finished matches in need of stitches, but I always felt that it'd be worth it. I was even tag champ for two weeks before I had a f***ing steel chair superkicked in my face. And then I had to fight a TEAMMATE in an "I Quit' Match to win the same Championship Of Honor that Viva has to defend at the next PPV. And I was a bloody wreck after THAT. And I lost it on the first defense because Blood kicked me in the head enough times, something you couldn't do, Castle.Did I mention the First Blood Match I had with Lodi's girlfriend? I won a PPV match before Ricky did, and you don't see him complaining.And did I mention the eight-match losing streak?
And then I had to not only defeat Caleb Fourchon to win the Inter-Forum Championship, but I also had to go through two people I respected to retain the title. And I didn't escape either match unscathed.And after all of that, you think a bunch of hollow threats will intimidate anyone? You said, and I quote, "Richlen, Mackenzie, Mulligan, and all your other friends all deserve to be beaten to within an inch of your lives," "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?" "I'm going to take Gus Richlen apart," "I specialise in destroying monsters Richlen, you wouldn't be the first, and you certainly won't be the last-""Monster," Castle? REALLY?"You won't be able to do much thinking when I've knocked you out Richlen," and all sorts of other threats that were proven to be baseless. That gets you nowhere, Castle.I'm setting one thing straight right now, Castle: you're not ending ANYTHING. You're not beating ANYONE within an inch of their lives.
But WILL happen is that ViVA, Inc. is going to be taken down, piece by piece, notch by notch, and that goes for you as well. And Viva is in my personal crosshairs, and in the unlikely event that Michaels loses the title to you, YOU'RE. NEXT.
Today is the day that ViVA, Inc.'s luck begins to run out.
AND THERE'S NOT A DAMN THING THAT ANY OF YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT.AND THERE'S NOT A DAMN THING THAT ANY OF YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT. Blood, Richlen, you are proof of exactly what I've been talking about. And neither of you get it.
You've both been the bad guys, and now you're the good guys. Because you had to be accepted. You had to leech off these people. You had to give in to the culture.
To be accepted - you have to be popular. You may have done all these evil things, you may have been the underdog, you may have had to face all these challenges and overcome them, but you still had to be the good guy to become the top dog didn't you?
You all represent what I hate. You are all popular, you're all the good guys, people love you.
I'm not an outcast, as you'd like to think. I'm not shouting that the world is against me, as you'd like to think. One thing you are right about though, I will wage war against this world, this ideal of being one of "the crowd".
I don't like how people ostracise others for not conforming to the norm, I don't like how people have to change to be accepted, I don't like how those people are made fun of or demonised because they are different.
I don't see myself as one of those people though. I see myself as the person who stands up for them. Being accepted doesn't matter to me. I don't want redemption, I don't want to be part of the crowd. I want to show those people that they don't have to be afraid of being different. They don't have to shut themselves away and be scared because no one wants them for what they are.
You see, there are some people who will be watching this and thinking "I'd like to be like the Equalizers", but they haven't got the looks, they haven't got the ability, they haven't got the friends. They're made to feel stupid because they like something else. They're made to feel left out because other people are far too busy being popular, and looking after themselves.
I'm not their saviour, and I'm not their hero, but there are people who need help to be accepted. I can't do that, but I can fight on their behalf, and I can destroy this ideal that they have to be on their own because "the crowd" won't accept them for being different.
Blood, stick up for your "friend" all your want, but if you've really been so bad in the past, how long will it be before you decide you want Michaels' title? How long will it be before you stab him in the back. Come to think of it, how long will it be before he decides it would be quite cool to stab you in the back, so you're no longer a threat? It could happen you know.
Richlen, you may talk tough, but the big bully around here isn't me, it's you, with your harpy of a girlfriend and your big mouth. You were only in the hospital a matter of minutes, but it seemed like longer didn't it? And I bet you still feel it, late at night, when you wake up in cold sweats with your neck and head aching, screaming at the thought of my fist caving your skull in.
I've had it with people like both of you, and I promise you both this, once I have taken out your idol, once I've destroyed him and left him without confidence, belief and his title, I'm coming for the pair of you. Actually, I sleep well at the thought of your fist in massive pain after it bounces off. I've never been afraid of anyone in my life, and you've got me confused with someone else because I've never been the bad guy, either.
And in the unlikely event you have the hankering to try to push me around...*Richlen raises up a punching bag with a cutout of Castle on it. It's in shreds.* ... You'll find out that your Achilles heel, your blind hate, is going to wreck you MUCH sooner than later.
And I shouldn't have to warn you of what will happen to you if you go after Shaelin. But just in case....*Richlen throws the bag in the air and slams it back down before setting it back down and watching the cutout fall off.*
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The Punisher
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Post by The Punisher on Jan 13, 2012 17:21:26 GMT -5
OOC: If my promos are getting on people's nerves guys I apologise, I'm not doing that well at the moment and some of it gets vented here. I'm not meaning anything by it, it just helps me get it out of my system.
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Viva
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THAT'S MY PURSE! *kick to the groin*
You can dance if you want to.
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Post by Viva on Jan 13, 2012 18:29:07 GMT -5
Woah, woah, woah. Punisher, buddy. Ease up, cheese up. No need to get so angry at these guys. Look at Gussy's verbiage. "YOU'RE GONNA SEE." "I'M GOING TO." "YOUR LUCK WILL." etc. He references the future because he's done NOTHING. And we're all just sitting here waiting for him to do something relevant.
He's pulling the old DDP. ViVA, Inc! MAYKUH MAYE FAYMUSSS!
Well, uh. No. Piss off, loser.
See this is the problem, man. You steal a victory from me, albeit after getting your ass kicked. I mean, props for that. No doubt about it. You earned a shot at this belt. You earned the right to lose to me at a later date. I applaud you, Gussy. Really, I do. I tried to pull the wool over your eyes, and you pulled the wool over mine.
But can we please stop acting like a roll up victory gives you a realistic chance at beating me? Come on, dude. COME ON. I'm the best in the world. Even the best gets caught sometimes.
I mean, between this new general managing position, and running ViVA Inc. competently, and defending this belt, I've got my god damn plate full. I'm not going to lie to you, Gustavo. I'm TIRED. It's a damn good thing a tired me is a million times better than a fully rested you, though. Except for on monday. That was an aberration though.
It's all under the bridge. At King of Wrestlecrap, or Summerfest, or Lord of the Ring, whatever the hell we're calling it these days... I'm going to stomp you into the ground. I'm going to teach you, slowly, plotting, methodically, the f***ing meaning of the word Agony.
Toodles! Anything else you have left to say, you can say to my assistant, Humberto.
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Post by The Sam on Jan 13, 2012 18:42:09 GMT -5
(we see The Sam in his office looking over a contract as The Great Warrior stands by him. The Badd Brothers are trying to put up a giant portrait of The Sam holding what appears to be earth in his hands and laughing about it.)
Jerry Fish here and first of all, I would like to congratulate you The Sam on becoming the General Manager of WWCF.
First of all, thats Mr The Sam to you buster! And secondly, thankyou. This is a thankless job and clearly I am the only man capable of doing it.
What are you looking over?
Oh, just this contract for the Frank Castle Jonthan Michaels match that will be signed on Monday Niteraw.
How does it look so far?
Well I'm waiting for a call from the Shareholder to let me know how it looks.
That's the other thing I've been meaning to ask. People are saying your nothing but a puppet for the shareholders to gain even more control over WWCF.
I deny those allegations! I am my own man and I intend to make WWCF more exciting, more action packed, more sexier than usual. Like I said earlier this week, I am not here for anyone else. I am here for the fans.
Thankyou for your time.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Jan 13, 2012 20:13:57 GMT -5
OOC: If my promos are getting on people's nerves guys I apologise, I'm not doing that well at the moment and some of it gets vented here. I'm not meaning anything by it, it just helps me get it out of my system. OOC: Don't worry, they're not getting on my nerves or anything. I just figured that this was the kind of thing Blood would IC'ly have something to say about even though you and I aren't officially in a singles feud right now. IC: Woah, woah, woah. Punisher, buddy. Ease up, cheese up. No need to get so angry at these guys. Look at Gussy's verbiage. "YOU'RE GONNA SEE." "I'M GOING TO." "YOUR LUCK WILL." etc. He references the future because he's done NOTHING. And we're all just sitting here waiting for him to do something relevant.
He's pulling the old DDP. ViVA, Inc! MAYKUH MAYE FAYMUSSS!
Well, uh. No. Piss off, loser.
See this is the problem, man. You steal a victory from me, albeit after getting your ass kicked. I mean, props for that. No doubt about it. You earned a shot at this belt. You earned the right to lose to me at a later date. I applaud you, Gussy. Really, I do. I tried to pull the wool over your eyes, and you pulled the wool over mine.
But can we please stop acting like a roll up victory gives you a realistic chance at beating me? Come on, dude. COME ON. I'm the best in the world. Even the best gets caught sometimes.
I mean, between this new general managing position, and running ViVA Inc. competently, and defending this belt, I've got my god damn plate full. I'm not going to lie to you, Gustavo. I'm TIRED. It's a damn good thing a tired me is a million times better than a fully rested you, though. Except for on monday. That was an aberration though.
It's all under the bridge. At King of Wrestlecrap, or Summerfest, or Lord of the Ring, whatever the hell we're calling it these days... I'm going to stomp you into the ground. I'm going to teach you, slowly, plotting, methodically, the f***ing meaning of the word Agony.
Toodles! Anything else you have left to say, you can say to my assistant, Humberto. BLOOD: ViVA, I'll get to you in a minute, right after I say a couple of quick things to your boy...
First off, Franklin, what's this about how you hear people saying that they want to be like me and Gus but they haven't got the looks? Hahaha, really? I mean hey don't get me wrong, I'm flattered, but a lot of promoters wouldn't hire us if we went looking for work elsewhere because they'd say we were both "too small". That's what I heard more than once before I got a contract here.WIND-UP MONKEY: Oh, don't get me started on the size-ist hiring practices in professional wrestling! BLOOD: Wait. When you get turned down like that, can't you just make them give you whatever job you want?WIND-UP MONKEY: Sure. How do you think I got here in the first place? But I still have feelings, dammit. BLOOD: Ah, gotcha. Anyhoo, let's just say that nobody's ever looked at me or Gus and thought "Wow, that guy must be a pro wrestler!"
I could go on forever explaining why you're full of shit, Frankie, but I'd never get any work or play done if I bothered with that. So I'm just gonna look forward to seeing your ass handed to you at Lord Of The Ring, and then I'll start looking forward to getting the chance to do it personally.
So I'm not gonna waste any more time with your comical statements, but I will address a question. Namely, how long before I stab Jono in the back for his title. Well sure, I do want Jono's title. But I'm not gonna stab him in the back for it, for the very same reason that you're not gonna cash in on him outta nowhere; if I get that world title I don't want anybody to be saying I didn't earn it.
Now, speaking of winning titles, I've got a real good chance of doing that again pretty soon. Yours as a matter of fact, Vincent Van Agony. With you so focused on Richlen you might be overlooking your two other opponents, i.e. me and Dr. Demento.
(Demento, hope you don't feel left out buddy. We'll talk some more once you get done chasing the TV title.)
You've been here longer than me, Veeves, but let's go over some of what I've done in the time I have been here. I beat your friend Evil M to become the #1 contender for that Championship of Honor you've got right now. I beat another guy you regard pretty highly, Smokin' Vokoun, to win my Hardcore Championship.WIND-UP MONKEY: You mean this Hardcore Championship? *The monkey levitates the title belt from off-camera and onto Blood's shoulder* BLOOD: Yeah, that's the one. I was wondering where it went.*He pats the belt and grins* BLOOD: Aaaand, against Whitey Fats, the guy won the World Heavyweight Championship and never got defeated for it? I'm still 1-0 vs. him.
So you think about that, and also think about how, at least when the match gets started, me and Gus are gonna be working together. You're free to try and make an alliance with Demento to counter, if you can, but good luck with that.
Now, when one of us Equalizers unifies those two belts, I wonder what we should call it...WIND-UP MONKEY: Please put more thought into this than you do into tag team names. BLOOD: [sighs] Sometimes people don't know genius when they hear it...
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Gus Richlen Was Wrong
Patti Mayonnaise
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on Jan 13, 2012 22:05:41 GMT -5
Woah, woah, woah. Punisher, buddy. Ease up, cheese up. No need to get so angry at these guys. Look at Gussy's verbiage. "YOU'RE GONNA SEE." "I'M GOING TO." "YOUR LUCK WILL." etc. He references the future because he's done NOTHING. And we're all just sitting here waiting for him to do something relevant.
He's pulling the old DDP. ViVA, Inc! MAYKUH MAYE FAYMUSSS!
Well, uh. No. Piss off, loser.
See this is the problem, man. You steal a victory from me, albeit after getting your ass kicked. I mean, props for that. No doubt about it. You earned a shot at this belt. You earned the right to lose to me at a later date. I applaud you, Gussy. Really, I do. I tried to pull the wool over your eyes, and you pulled the wool over mine.
But can we please stop acting like a roll up victory gives you a realistic chance at beating me? Come on, dude. COME ON. I'm the best in the world. Even the best gets caught sometimes.
I mean, between this new general managing position, and running ViVA Inc. competently, and defending this belt, I've got my god damn plate full. I'm not going to lie to you, Gustavo. I'm TIRED. It's a damn good thing a tired me is a million times better than a fully rested you, though. Except for on monday. That was an aberration though.
It's all under the bridge. At King of Wrestlecrap, or Summerfest, or Lord of the Ring, whatever the hell we're calling it these days... I'm going to stomp you into the ground. I'm going to teach you, slowly, plotting, methodically, the f***ing meaning of the word Agony.
Toodles! Anything else you have left to say, you can say to my assistant, Humberto. You're the fourth World Champion I've beaten. Next time I beat you, I'm walking away with very heavy luggage.
See, the problem with you and Castle is that you're all too ready to dismiss me as being a non-factor. You did that last time, and you got beat. You couldn't beat me when I wasn't ready. You won't be able to beat me when I am.
You underestimated me once and it came back to bite you. Are you really so sure that you want to do it again? Oh wait, you're already doing it. At the PPV, I'm giving you your Final Judgment.
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Viva
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Post by Viva on Jan 13, 2012 23:33:08 GMT -5
Woah, woah, woah. Punisher, buddy. Ease up, cheese up. No need to get so angry at these guys. Look at Gussy's verbiage. "YOU'RE GONNA SEE." "I'M GOING TO." "YOUR LUCK WILL." etc. He references the future because he's done NOTHING. And we're all just sitting here waiting for him to do something relevant.
He's pulling the old DDP. ViVA, Inc! MAYKUH MAYE FAYMUSSS!
Well, uh. No. Piss off, loser.
See this is the problem, man. You steal a victory from me, albeit after getting your ass kicked. I mean, props for that. No doubt about it. You earned a shot at this belt. You earned the right to lose to me at a later date. I applaud you, Gussy. Really, I do. I tried to pull the wool over your eyes, and you pulled the wool over mine.
But can we please stop acting like a roll up victory gives you a realistic chance at beating me? Come on, dude. COME ON. I'm the best in the world. Even the best gets caught sometimes.
I mean, between this new general managing position, and running ViVA Inc. competently, and defending this belt, I've got my god damn plate full. I'm not going to lie to you, Gustavo. I'm TIRED. It's a damn good thing a tired me is a million times better than a fully rested you, though. Except for on monday. That was an aberration though.
It's all under the bridge. At King of Wrestlecrap, or Summerfest, or Lord of the Ring, whatever the hell we're calling it these days... I'm going to stomp you into the ground. I'm going to teach you, slowly, plotting, methodically, the f***ing meaning of the word Agony.
Toodles! Anything else you have left to say, you can say to my assistant, Humberto. You're the fourth World Champion I've beaten. Next time I beat you, I'm walking away with very heavy luggage.
See, the problem with you and Castle is that you're all too ready to dismiss me as being a non-factor. You did that last time, and you got beat. You couldn't beat me when I wasn't ready. You won't be able to beat me when I am.
You underestimated me once and it came back to bite you. Are you really so sure that you want to do it again? Oh wait, you're already doing it. At the PPV, I'm giving you your Final Judgment. I'm not 'all too ready' to dismiss you as a non factor. I'm doing it. You're a non-factor. It's out there. It's in the atmos. It's a part of you.
The thing is, man, I don't have to 'underestimate' you. I really don't. All I have to do is stick to my gameplan. I'm a proven winner anyways. These are the facts. When I stick to my game, I'm the best in the business. Period. No one can hold a candle to my in ring prowess. And if you think you're going to catch me sleeping, or distract me and pull the wool over my eyes again, you're mistaken.
The funny thing here is that you two want to act like I've never beaten two other opponents before. Demento, he's a wild card, and that's where he should stay. It's every god damn man for himself come Lord of the Ring. You two teaming up just makes it that much sweeter when I make you tap.
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