The Punisher
Unicron
"They don't fear the law. They fear me..."
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Post by The Punisher on Apr 20, 2012 16:31:23 GMT -5
*A letter from FAWA World Heavyweight Champion, Frank Castle*
Dear Jonathan Michaels, Aaron Enigma and Connor McKenzie,There would have been a time when I'd have not bothered to prepared for beating people like you. I would have scouted you, sure, I would have researched, looked up your weaknesses, picked out your every flaw, but there would never have been a time when I didn't think I could beat you.
But you know something? I'm not the man I was. I'm getting older. I'm what? 40 now? I'm not as young as you, or quick, or as energetic. I'm slower, getting older, can't last as long as I could in the ring. I've seen lots of things, done lots of things, and can't really distinguish anymore between right and wrong, good and bad and decent and indecent.
Problem I've got is that make me unpredictable. You don't know what you're going to get. I could turn up demoralised, out of sorts and realising it can't last forever, or I could turn up and abandon all idea of self preservation, and go to any lengths possible to destroy each and every one of you.
I'm not a fool. I know my time is coming soon, but until then, you might be faster, you might be quicker, and you might even beat me, but there's life in the old dog yet.
Yours,
Frank Castle.
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Post by "Handsome" Whitey Fats on Apr 20, 2012 19:44:28 GMT -5
I'm still waiting for you, Ol' Yeller. And I have beat you.
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Apr 20, 2012 20:47:44 GMT -5
*A letter from FAWA World Heavyweight Champion, Frank Castle* Dear Jonathan Michaels, Aaron Enigma and Connor McKenzie,There would have been a time when I'd have not bothered to prepared for beating people like you. I would have scouted you, sure, I would have researched, looked up your weaknesses, picked out your every flaw, but there would never have been a time when I didn't think I could beat you.
But you know something? I'm not the man I was. I'm getting older. I'm what? 40 now? I'm not as young as you, or quick, or as energetic. I'm slower, getting older, can't last as long as I could in the ring. I've seen lots of things, done lots of things, and can't really distinguish anymore between right and wrong, good and bad and decent and indecent.
Problem I've got is that make me unpredictable. You don't know what you're going to get. I could turn up demoralised, out of sorts and realising it can't last forever, or I could turn up and abandon all idea of self preservation, and go to any lengths possible to destroy each and every one of you.
I'm not a fool. I know my time is coming soon, but until then, you might be faster, you might be quicker, and you might even beat me, but there's life in the old dog yet.
Yours,
Frank Castle.
*Connor is seen reading the letter, rubbing his chin before smirking as he puts the piece of paper down* A good pen and paper never gets old Frank. Anyone now a days can write and email, or text or tweet or what have you. This is the digital age after all. But there's a certain elegance to writing things out. A sort of transference if you will in putting pen to paper. The lines you scribble can convey things where the typed letters on a white screen just won't do.
I find cursive the best way really to write. It flows, curves with purpose. No motion really wasted, everyone with their own way of writing. Much like how I like to think of how I am in the ring. Just because you might be blocky and a bit slow, doesn't mean you don't get your message across Frank. It's just like printing. We both have our ways of getting our points across, it's all in the way it's written. I'm looking forward to having a chance to get in the ring with you. To really have a chance to have us look each other in the eye and go toe to toe. Champion against Champion. Quick, almost liquid like offense versus hard, punishing offense.
You see Frank, there was a time where you and I were actually on the same team. A meshing of styles. Challenging BRB and Jono for the WWCF Tag Team Titles. My how far we have come. You the Heavyweight Champion, me the Freakin' Awesome Champion. But along the way, we parted ways. You, taking up with Whitey Inc. which in turn became Viva Inc. I, taking up with the Equalizers but since then we seem to have parted our ways. It's almost comical that now, of all times, that these two groups of wrestlers are in the ring together. That the six of us, who had all this animosity, finally get to have it out. Get to pick out dance partners and just wrestle and settle this once and for all.
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Post by General Adam on Apr 20, 2012 22:51:39 GMT -5
I can't get sick. When I was held captive by the platypus army they did test on me. Sure I can't get sick, but everytime I fart it sounds like a old car backfiring. It hurts too. *Just eyes The General, slowly starts to shake his head then hands him a phone book* *The General flips through the pages.* Dr. C Your Butt. Expert in all problems that consist with butt. "I've meet plenty of assholes in my time and I would like to meet you." Located on Main and Third. Hours 9 to 4.
Well he sounds better than Dr. Quack I can tell you that much.
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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 Apr 21, 2012 1:25:00 GMT -5
*In the night, Fred G. Neric is standing outside the front door of Gus Richlen's house. He's knocking.*
Mr. Richlen? Are you in there? This is Fred G. Neric, I need to talk with you. Hello?
*Suddenly, Marshall Wesley Coventry descends to the ground, using the gutter drainpipe to lower himself from the roof. He then gets right in Neric's face:*
Can I help you with something?
Uh, yes, I was here to talk to Gus Richlen-
Well, forget it. He has better things to do than to have you invading his personal space.
But since you're here, let me tell you what I'm going to do next week.
I'm going to that ring and I'm going to be the one who picks up the win in that tag match. And there is nothing that Dupoe's pet lunatic or The Sam's supposedly "Great" Warrior are going to do about it.
That's all I need to say. Now if you'll be so kind as to leave, I have things to take care of.
*Neric slinks away in the dark. After a while, Coventry walks away.
A few moments later, Neric goes back to knocking.*
Hello? Are you there, Mr. Richlen?
*The door opens up, and Richlen steps out, shutting the door behind him.*
Uh, is this a bad time?
Until she returns to being the woman I first fell in love with, there will be no good times.
OK, then. I'm assuming that you're upset by El Hijo De BoilerRoomBrawler interfering in your match against Ryan Blood and costing you a spot in the #1 Contender's match?
Quite frankly, I could care less about that snapping turtle Blood, I could care even less about that oversized thug, and I could care far less about a psychotic egomaniac who is nothing even remotely resembling the man I once looked up to and respected.
What I do care about is getting our revenge on Viva.
*Richlen then looks right into the camera.*
You can say that you are through with me all you want, Viva, but the fact remains that you have played the coward for far too long. You will not be able to be the Karma Houdini much longer.
This hell that you have forced on us? All of it is going to come crashing down on your head. You won't know when. You won't know where. But you will know who, and you will know why.
In that house is someone who silently reminds me of why I keep fighting, why I remain determined to make you suffer for what you have put us through. Until she is happy again, I will not rest, and I will not let you rest. I want you to be afraid, Viva. I want you to start looking behind every door, under every table, and in every chair and shadow that you pass by. I want you to be constantly glancing over your shoulder, wondering if or when I'll strike.
Someday, hopefully soon, this nightmare will end for us. And it will end with you broken.
*Richlen gets back in the house and shuts the door.*
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Post by Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED! on Apr 21, 2012 20:33:42 GMT -5
now to introduce you to the 7 founding fathers of the 101 colony Ice Ant
Bull Ant whom you've already met CanadiAnt
British Ant our reigning CDH
Token Black Ant
Replic Ant
And Me
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Jeremy Dupoe
Don Corleone
Your lack of intelligence disgusts me
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Post by Jeremy Dupoe on Apr 21, 2012 20:50:40 GMT -5
*Dupoe is crawling through the vents and sees Ghost ant introducing the 101 colony through a grate* ...*into a walky talky* hey after this Scrambler is dead remind me to get one of those Off clip on things, there a s***ton of ants in this damned company *crrr* Where are you you leathery, green hellspawn
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Bull Ant
AC Slater
The World's Strongest Ant
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Post by Bull Ant on Apr 21, 2012 21:49:34 GMT -5
*Dupoe is crawling through the vents and sees Ghost ant introducing the 101 colony through a grate* ...*into a walky talky* hey after this Scrambler is dead remind me to get one of those Off clip on things, there a s***ton of ants in this damned company *crrr* Where are you you leathery, green hellspawn Hmmm? Hey Ghost did you just hear something? I thought I heard something from the vent.
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Post by Seth Drakin of Monster Crap on Apr 21, 2012 21:54:16 GMT -5
*Seth comes into focus in the unknown room with a black backdrop.......*
I'm in a bad mood............somebody is going to pay for my bad mood. I don't know who yet, but I am going to hurt somebody.
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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 Apr 21, 2012 22:09:48 GMT -5
*A letter from FAWA World Heavyweight Champion, Frank Castle* Dear Jonathan Michaels, Aaron Enigma and Connor McKenzie,There would have been a time when I'd have not bothered to prepared for beating people like you. I would have scouted you, sure, I would have researched, looked up your weaknesses, picked out your every flaw, but there would never have been a time when I didn't think I could beat you.
But you know something? I'm not the man I was. I'm getting older. I'm what? 40 now? I'm not as young as you, or quick, or as energetic. I'm slower, getting older, can't last as long as I could in the ring. I've seen lots of things, done lots of things, and can't really distinguish anymore between right and wrong, good and bad and decent and indecent.
Problem I've got is that make me unpredictable. You don't know what you're going to get. I could turn up demoralised, out of sorts and realising it can't last forever, or I could turn up and abandon all idea of self preservation, and go to any lengths possible to destroy each and every one of you.
I'm not a fool. I know my time is coming soon, but until then, you might be faster, you might be quicker, and you might even beat me, but there's life in the old dog yet.
Yours,
Frank Castle.
*Connor is seen reading the letter, rubbing his chin before smirking as he puts the piece of paper down* A good pen and paper never gets old Frank. Anyone now a days can write and email, or text or tweet or what have you. This is the digital age after all. But there's a certain elegance to writing things out. A sort of transference if you will in putting pen to paper. The lines you scribble can convey things where the typed letters on a white screen just won't do.
I find cursive the best way really to write. It flows, curves with purpose. No motion really wasted, everyone with their own way of writing. Much like how I like to think of how I am in the ring. Just because you might be blocky and a bit slow, doesn't mean you don't get your message across Frank. It's just like printing. We both have our ways of getting our points across, it's all in the way it's written. I'm looking forward to having a chance to get in the ring with you. To really have a chance to have us look each other in the eye and go toe to toe. Champion against Champion. Quick, almost liquid like offense versus hard, punishing offense.
You see Frank, there was a time where you and I were actually on the same team. A meshing of styles. Challenging BRB and Jono for the WWCF Tag Team Titles. My how far we have come. You the Heavyweight Champion, me the Freakin' Awesome Champion. But along the way, we parted ways. You, taking up with Whitey Inc. which in turn became Viva Inc. I, taking up with the Equalizers but since then we seem to have parted our ways. It's almost comical that now, of all times, that these two groups of wrestlers are in the ring together. That the six of us, who had all this animosity, finally get to have it out. Get to pick out dance partners and just wrestle and settle this once and for all.
Jonathan sits in a lawn chair on the roof, smoking a cigarette. Nice try, Frank.
Your little pity party doesn't fool me, you want us to drop our guards, make us think this is our big chance to kick you while you're down.
You honestly think I'm that stupid?
You can keep slinging the woe is me bull**** all you like, fact is, this might be my last NiteRaw, and there's nothing I'd love more than to break your teeth with a Fade to Black.
So if poor widdle Frankie is scared, he needs to nut up and meet me in the ring.
I wasn't born yesterday, Castle.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Apr 22, 2012 4:39:23 GMT -5
OOC: Does this mean that some of them are going to follow you & Bull here, G.A.?
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Bull Ant
AC Slater
The World's Strongest Ant
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Post by Bull Ant on Apr 22, 2012 6:39:55 GMT -5
OOC: Does this mean that some of them are going to follow you & Bull here, G.A.? OOC: No I don't think any more are coming just yet. So itll be just us
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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 Apr 22, 2012 14:52:27 GMT -5
*Connor is seen reading the letter, rubbing his chin before smirking as he puts the piece of paper down* A good pen and paper never gets old Frank. Anyone now a days can write and email, or text or tweet or what have you. This is the digital age after all. But there's a certain elegance to writing things out. A sort of transference if you will in putting pen to paper. The lines you scribble can convey things where the typed letters on a white screen just won't do.
I find cursive the best way really to write. It flows, curves with purpose. No motion really wasted, everyone with their own way of writing. Much like how I like to think of how I am in the ring. Just because you might be blocky and a bit slow, doesn't mean you don't get your message across Frank. It's just like printing. We both have our ways of getting our points across, it's all in the way it's written. I'm looking forward to having a chance to get in the ring with you. To really have a chance to have us look each other in the eye and go toe to toe. Champion against Champion. Quick, almost liquid like offense versus hard, punishing offense.
You see Frank, there was a time where you and I were actually on the same team. A meshing of styles. Challenging BRB and Jono for the WWCF Tag Team Titles. My how far we have come. You the Heavyweight Champion, me the Freakin' Awesome Champion. But along the way, we parted ways. You, taking up with Whitey Inc. which in turn became Viva Inc. I, taking up with the Equalizers but since then we seem to have parted our ways. It's almost comical that now, of all times, that these two groups of wrestlers are in the ring together. That the six of us, who had all this animosity, finally get to have it out. Get to pick out dance partners and just wrestle and settle this once and for all.
Jonathan sits in a lawn chair on the roof, smoking a cigarette. Nice try, Frank.
Your little pity party doesn't fool me, you want us to drop our guards, make us think this is our big chance to kick you while you're down.
You honestly think I'm that stupid?
You can keep slinging the woe is me bull**** all you like, fact is, this might be my last NiteRaw, and there's nothing I'd love more than to break your teeth with a Fade to Black.
So if poor widdle Frankie is scared, he needs to nut up and meet me in the ring.
I wasn't born yesterday, Castle.
No, but when you were, you had the silver spoon in your mouth didn't you? You and your prissy little wife having control of the company's fortunes on a whim, wallowing in the power of the knowledge that you can pull your money out anytime, and it would put us in jeopardy.
I've never pretended I was here for anything other than two things: to find my wife, and to teach snot nosed little cherubs like you a lesson.
Y'see, I might be getting old, and slow, and you might be the one who does end it all Michaels, I couldn't say for sure, but I will make sure you have a Hell of a fight before I go.
I thought I'd taught you a lesson before, but obviously I was wrong. You see all those people out there? The ones who cheered for you last time? They'll be disappointed. You see all of them who cheered for Ryan Blood? They'll be disappointed.
You see all that hope out there, that massive, tangible element that people are clinging on to? I'm going to show them that hope is a dangerous thing, and sometimes, the things you love the most end up being destroyed, because hope makes you cling to them too much, and trust me Michaels, hope is always wrong.
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Post by Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED! on Apr 22, 2012 19:14:08 GMT -5
*Dupoe is crawling through the vents and sees Ghost ant introducing the 101 colony through a grate* ...*into a walky talky* hey after this Scrambler is dead remind me to get one of those Off clip on things, there a s***ton of ants in this damned company *crrr* Where are you you leathery, green hellspawn Hmmm? Hey Ghost did you just hear something? I thought I heard something from the vent. I dont't know I'll check*tosses his boot at the vent
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Jeremy Dupoe
Don Corleone
Your lack of intelligence disgusts me
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Post by Jeremy Dupoe on Apr 22, 2012 22:44:33 GMT -5
Hmmm? Hey Ghost did you just hear something? I thought I heard something from the vent. I dont't know I'll check*tosses his boot at the vent *kicking open the grate* Ghost, do you want your name to make a lot more sense. Because I can arrange for that to happen, if I wasn't trying to stop an eldritch horror for the nth dimension from tearing this world asunder before lord Cthulhu gets his claws on it.*As if on cue a green monster rushes out of the vent and through the door* *Reaching for his crossbow* S*** if you bugs will excuse me I'm going to go impale that thing on a spire *Dupoe shoots a bolt through the opening in the door before rushing out it*
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Apr 22, 2012 23:54:56 GMT -5
OOC: Dupoe must have a hell of a POW score. What do you think his SAN is at right now? (Call of Cthulhu RPG references for the uninitiated)
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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 Apr 23, 2012 23:53:43 GMT -5
Rosie M'Dear......After this Niteaw what's my schedule look like?
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Nothing you say?
...Haven't promoed, been oddly silent......Brawler's looking to .....cut me loose? Hell's Bells! Shan't have that! I apparently need this "employment" thingy to keep up my pointlessly extravagant lifestyle....
I should probably try to go for one of those "Belt-y" things.....but which one?
(Rose makes no motion.....)
Of course Rosie! The Freakin' Awesome Title! It's duality works so well for someone of my.... capricious nature! But when and where to challenge for the belt? I suppose I could always.....Hang on a minute....do you feel we're being watched?
HEY! YOU! With the Camera! Who let you into my home?
*B.A and Rose notice the cameraman who drops the camera and Flees*
Rosie.......Release The Hounds
*There's an audible Squee from Rose*
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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 Apr 25, 2012 0:48:18 GMT -5
*Outside Parts Unknown Arena, Gus Richlen is trying to catch his breath as he glares into the camera.*
I warned you, Viva! I told you that you wouldnt see it coming! But did you do anything about it?! NO! Because you're still so arrogant that you don't see the freight train that's running you down!
And if you think I'm satisfied with just that, then you are in for an ugly surprise, because I am only just getting started!
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Post by Head Detective Aaron Enigma on Apr 25, 2012 1:01:50 GMT -5
We did it! Smokey is back! Finally I get what I wanted, and of course all I have to do is meddle in the affairs of The Fallen after I beat Smokey one more time in the squared circle. Now a message to Seth and Ryan: This isn't personal boys, this is just business. I did what I had to do in order to get what I want, and in the end, that's all that matters isn't it? I'll enjoy getting in the way for you two in the near future.
Now back to Smokey, whom I was happy to see return to the ring tonight. It was a shame you didn't win that match. Honestly I had no idea Gus was lurking in the shadows but I figured if there was ever a time to get one over on ol' Vinny, it would've been right then. So I can celebrate a victory and possibly the last ride for the Equalizers. It was a good run gentlemen.
That just leaves you and me though, Vokoun. You got suspended for what you did to me at the last PPV. I have gone out of my way to bring you back to the company so I can enact some revenge upon you. I have been blessed with the ability to pick the stipulation for our match at Wheel of Misfortune. I have to figure out exactly how I want to pick you apart inside the ring, but you can be sure it won't be a regular match.
In closing, watch your backs Blood and Drakin, and I'll see you in the ring to decimate you, Smokey. Have a great day gentlemen and remember: It's not rocket science, it's elementary.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Apr 25, 2012 2:21:40 GMT -5
How does the cliche about crisis and opportunity go again? Because that's what I'm reminded of now that I know my opponent for "Wheel Of Misfortune".
Some people might start to quake in their boots and urinate in their undergarments at the prospect of being trapped in the ring with a giant like El Hijo De Boiler Room Brawler.
A man whose only loss to date has been against two men, "The Digital Dragon" Connor Mackenzie and "The Brainbuster" Jason Allen.
A man who I got the drop on two weeks ago, blasting him in the back of the skull with a chair, and who only slumped down to one knee when anybody else would've been knocked the f*** out.
You know something, though? I'm not sweating it. Because as you saw earlier tonight, I did pretty well against a guy who outweighed me by over a hundred lbs in Bull Ant.
Now, BRB, you might be inclined to dismiss Bull Ant as a rookie--at least to the FAWA--but may I remind you that this isn't the first time I've faced off against somebody in his weight class.
Just look at my record in singles competition against Evil M. For that matter, look at my record in singles competition against you, BRB, before you decided you couldn't hack it any more and decided to have other guys do your dirty work for you! The only time you ever beat me, you needed Jonathan Michaels' help to do it!
"Yeah, well, El Hijo de BRB is a four-hundred-pounder!" you might answer.
And if you said that, I would say "Hey, it's just business as usual!" Just about everybody I've wrestled in this company, except for ViVA and Richlen, has outweighed me. I never gave a shit by how much, and I'm not gonna start now!
Because it doesn't matter how much your imported son weighs when I kick his face in, BRB! It doesn't matter how much he weighs when I work his neck over and then catch him in the jaws of my Krayt Dragon!
As far as I'm concerned, this isn't a crisis or an opportunity--IT'S A GIFT!
So I thank you, BRB, from the bottom of my heart! Maybe I won't get to spin the wheel at the pay-per-view, but all in all, things could be a lot worse!
Things will become a lot worse for you, BRB, and for a lot of other people! I, and Seth Drakin, promise you that!We did it! Smokey is back! Finally I get what I wanted, and of course all I have to do is meddle in the affairs of The Fallen after I beat Smokey one more time in the squared circle. Now a message to Seth and Ryan: This isn't personal boys, this is just business. I did what I had to do in order to get what I want, and in the end, that's all that matters isn't it? I'll enjoy getting in the way for you two in the near future. Aaron, Aaron. You are the perfect example of what I talked about recently.
You think that you're a good guy. You're a fan favourite. You have all of those people chanting what you want them to chant because, well, they LOVE you.
How quickly they forget Aaron. How quickly they forget that you tricked them all! That you made them think you were DEAD! That you broke their hearts because you thought it was justified, it was "for the greater good".
You, Head Detective, are excellent evidence that even those we view as "heroes" are, in fact, cruel bastards. You are no better than Smokin' Vokoun, and you're even palling around with Frank Castle!
I made an excuse for you when you faked your death, Aaron. I said that I understood. But I wasn't being honest.
Because really, I was angry at you Aaron!
This business that we're in, not a year goes by that another wrestler doesn't die, and every time it happens it's depressing at best and heart-wrenching at worst!
Everybody in the business, from the fans to the wrestlers themselves, goes through that enough without assholes like you making them go through it even more!
Was it really necessary to solve the case, Enigma? Did you enjoy it? Did it make you feel superior, pulling the wool over everybody's eyes, playing with their emotions?
I welcome you as an enemy. I'll enjoy beating your ass even worse than Seth did.
Do your worst. And then we'll do ours, and you'll be helpless to stop it.
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