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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Feb 15, 2011 22:21:42 GMT -5
Seth: I have a certain rule that if we don't have opponents for you, you don't get stripped of the title. So Blood, dont worry about it right now...........you just will have to make up that title defense with two title defenses in a month. Heh heh, excellent. For a team like Blood & Stone--a team that once successfully defended their titles two times in two weeks--that's not gonna be any problem at all...
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Feb 15, 2011 23:43:54 GMT -5
*From the Boiler Room*
BRB paces about when he receives a slip of paper attached to a stick.
Super Masked Hero X? Can't say I've faced you before. You held the Hardcore Championship like I once did. Well let's do it then, you and me, BRB, in a hardcore brawl for it all exhibition match this-
BRB's eye twitches, he tenses up, and then he relaxes.
Yes, I'll be there to fight you, Mister X.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2011 0:06:13 GMT -5
Okay. I got your message loud and clear. You are a borderline coward who attacks people off guard and runs away with his tail between his legs. That's who you are. I know it. You know it. The whole WWCF Galaxy knows it. So why don't you just admit it?
Everyone has seen what you have done in the past. Everyone knows what you're all about. You say something and do a complete 180° and go backwards. You flip-flop all the time and you are never satisfied. You have weaved a web of despicable lies. You may think that I don't know you, but I know a lot more than you think.
I've seen you in the past. It's no doubt that you are a powerful being. You have a foreboding stature. You used fear-mongering, and ususally, it works. You were intimidating. You didn't even have to attack someone from behind. You just appeared and then...there was panic. No one was safe. No one was spared.
Now, that's all changed. You use bribery, cheating tactics, foreign objects, and distractions just to succeed. It's sad what you've become. You were once respected, and now, you are nothing but the wet cigarette butt of a joke. The boys don't respect you. The fans don't respect you. Most of all, I don't respect you. And you know exactly that.
So that little stunt you pulled this week will have consequences. Don't know where. Don't know when. I do know that it will be severe. You WILL regret what you've done. This is not a contest to who gets the last laugh. This is not a contest at all. This is a war. A war of words. A war of weapons.
Between you and me, it's like electricity. Just coiling up like a tesla. Building up like sediment in a river bed. This is not about titles, belts, or gold. This is about you and me. The fight. The feud. The war. You've ignited this fuse, and now, I'm gonna make sure it's gonna blow up all over you.
Solitude Physicality Aggression Rage Katharsis Surrender
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Post by hossfan on Feb 16, 2011 13:51:37 GMT -5
Caleb is seen stalking backstage at the Parts Unknown Arena, his arm in a sling. Fred G. Neric approaches him cautiously.
Neric: Caleb, do you have a second? We'd like to talk to you about your upcoming match with Sparks where the winner will compete against Tyfo at the "Earnest Goes to Wargames" pay per view for a title shot.
Fourchon (halts and looks surprised): Ah got match? Monday? Against Sparks? And it fer a title shot? Which title?
Neric: Yes to all those questions except the last one. The title shot the winner and Tyfo will be wrestling for has yet to be determined.
Fourchon (sneering): Yeah, that typical WWCF bookin. How cum no one ask me if Ah ready fer a match before dey make it? Look at mah arm, Neric. *shows his sling and cast* No way Ah hunnred percent. For true, it Sparks Ah'm wrasslin, so it not like Ah need to be, but it be nice fer once if Boss Drakin and all de other bigwigs at WWCF take into account mah considerations before dey go and make decishuns dat effect mah future. People treatin Caleb Fourchon like dirt lately. Puttin him in crazy pirate ship match wit' crazy pirate where he kin git et bah alligators. Not invitin him to fancy weddin. Now makin him wrassle with busted wing! It stinks! Maybe it time Caleb find new boss who will treat him right! *pushes Neric aside and stomps off*
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Post by Seth Drakin of Monster Crap on Feb 16, 2011 14:18:44 GMT -5
Seth: I have a certain rule that if we don't have opponents for you, you don't get stripped of the title. So Blood, dont worry about it right now...........you just will have to make up that title defense with two title defenses in a month. Heh heh, excellent. For a team like Blood & Stone--a team that once successfully defended their titles two times in two weeks--that's not gonna be any problem at all... Seth: Good...........then we have no problems in this matter.
Moving on...........
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Post by Gus Richlen: Ruffian on Feb 16, 2011 15:34:52 GMT -5
*Richlen is spotted in an almost empty corner of the warehouse, with only a large mirror and a sledghammer in the corner. He stares sadly into the mirror for a long time, then lets out an anguished scream, grabs the hammer, and, still screaming, smashes the mirror to bits. He then turns to camera, throat hoarse from screaming:*
Descent, you have just made the biggest damned mistake you could possibly come up with. You can rest assured that the consequences will be inescapable, and they will be devastating.
Now Ryan Blood, you claim to be impressed by what I am capable of. Next week, however, you are going to get a taste of what I REALLY can do and will do at WarGames. I am going to help Team Jackson bring the Pantheon to defeat at WarGames, and next week, your teammates will be unable to save you from your Final Judgement.
One other thing.
YOU WANT A WAR, DESCENT? IS THIS WHAT ALL THIS IS ABOUT?! I'VE GOT NEWS FOR YOU- YOU CAN ASSEMBLE THE BIGGEST DAMNED ARMY IMAGINABLE, BUT IT IS A WAR THAT YOU WILL DAMN SURE LOSE, DESCENT!!!
AND THAT....
is a promise.
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Post by lodirulz on Feb 16, 2011 15:53:25 GMT -5
*Richlen is spotted in an almost empty corner of the warehouse, with only a large mirror and a sledghammer in the corner. He stares sadly into the mirror for a long time, then lets out an anguished scream, grabs the hammer, and, still screaming, smashes the mirror to bits. He then turns to camera, throat hoarse from screaming:* Descent, you have just made the biggest damned mistake you could possibly come up with. You can rest assured that the consequences will be inescapable, and they will be devastating.
Now Ryan Blood, you claim to be impressed by what I am capable of. Next week, however, you are going to get a taste of what I REALLY can do and will do at WarGames. I am going to help Team Jackson bring the Pantheon to defeat at WarGames, and next week, your teammates will be unable to save you from your Final Judgement.
One other thing.
YOU WANT A WAR, DESCENT? IS THIS WHAT ALL THIS IS ABOUT?! I'VE GOT NEWS FOR YOU- YOU CAN ASSEMBLE THE BIGGEST DAMNED ARMY IMAGINABLE, BUT IT IS A WAR THAT YOU WILL DAMN SURE LOSE, DESCENT!!!
AND THAT....
is a promise. (Yawns) Now that the soap opera channel has been disconnected and the woman have disposed of there tissues and half gallon of ice cream, I think it's time for something far more interesting. Richlen. You come form the gallows of your own corporate privacy to rant and rave like public enemy number one over the fact your girl has been disposed form your pathetic live. Well I got a dozy of a scoop for you: He did it because I told him to. (Laughs) That's right my child. You throw a stone, I throw a brick. I consulted Descent about the possibility of making your soul a dark shallow grave right as I was preparing for the true definition of extreme: Lodi's Rulz. A place where children are not allowed. Where the sights and sounds of a disturbed can and will be duplicated. Where men are broken. Where nobody escapes. A play where I always win..... and I always suffer. Lodi takes off his leather jacket, revealing cuts and bruises given to him form his match against Square a few days ago. You see this, Gus? Can you see the pain? Can you see the sadness? The pathetic efforts? The disruptive attempts to terminate me? Now THAT is extreme. THAT is hardcore. You are not hardcore. You are grade A softcore, and I added salt to not only your wounds, but your reputation. Thanks to the lovely donations of The Pantheon, I got to see you suffer. I got to see you crumble down. And in exchange for a possible WarGames spot AND the torturing of your precious woman, I'd say that is a well written deal set in stone. So it was written. So it shall come to pass.
You can't destroy the fire, only add to it. Because: LodiRulz.
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Post by Metalheadbanger Man on Feb 16, 2011 15:58:07 GMT -5
I was working on a song today. I have a chorus already, I think its pretty catchy. It goes like this:
"Jesse King, you are f***ed, Jesse King, you are f***ed, Because in the very near future, I'm gonna f*** you up!"
Repeat to fade. See you soon, Jesse.
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Post by "The Natural" Jeremy Grave on Feb 16, 2011 17:58:15 GMT -5
CageKing, as much of an honor it is for me to chosen to make a stand for what's right in the main event of a pay per view so soon after debuting in this company, just remember that I won't be looking past next week's match. I've had 2 of the best matches of my career with you, and if I ever get my own DVD, I'm making sure they're on there. Let's make our third match one they will talk about for years to come. That is all I have to say to you, my friend.
As for Panthenon, you've tried to steal championships, you've tried to end careers, but come WarGames, we're going to end your stupid cult of no personality, then we're going to end YOU.
And you can take THAT ...to the Grave.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2011 20:45:16 GMT -5
You know what Jeremy, your right. Together we will fight and make sure that Pathenon will never be the same again. However, next week, you must understand this is my title. I am going to do whatever it takes to retain my title, and if it means beating you buddy, so be it.
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Post by Gus Richlen: Ruffian on Feb 16, 2011 22:27:21 GMT -5
*Richlen is spotted in an almost empty corner of the warehouse, with only a large mirror and a sledghammer in the corner. He stares sadly into the mirror for a long time, then lets out an anguished scream, grabs the hammer, and, still screaming, smashes the mirror to bits. He then turns to camera, throat hoarse from screaming:* Descent, you have just made the biggest damned mistake you could possibly come up with. You can rest assured that the consequences will be inescapable, and they will be devastating.
Now Ryan Blood, you claim to be impressed by what I am capable of. Next week, however, you are going to get a taste of what I REALLY can do and will do at WarGames. I am going to help Team Jackson bring the Pantheon to defeat at WarGames, and next week, your teammates will be unable to save you from your Final Judgement.
One other thing.
YOU WANT A WAR, DESCENT? IS THIS WHAT ALL THIS IS ABOUT?! I'VE GOT NEWS FOR YOU- YOU CAN ASSEMBLE THE BIGGEST DAMNED ARMY IMAGINABLE, BUT IT IS A WAR THAT YOU WILL DAMN SURE LOSE, DESCENT!!!
AND THAT....
is a promise. (Yawns) Now that the soap opera channel has been disconnected and the woman have disposed of there tissues and half gallon of ice cream, I think it's time for something far more interesting. Richlen. You come form the gallows of your own corporate privacy to rant and rave like public enemy number one over the fact your girl has been disposed form your pathetic live. Well I got a dozy of a scoop for you: He did it because I told him to. (Laughs) That's right my child. You throw a stone, I throw a brick. I consulted Descent about the possibility of making your soul a dark shallow grave right as I was preparing for the true definition of extreme: Lodi's Rulz. A place where children are not allowed. Where the sights and sounds of a disturbed can and will be duplicated. Where men are broken. Where nobody escapes. A play where I always win..... and I always suffer. Lodi takes off his leather jacket, revealing cuts and bruises given to him form his match against Square a few days ago. You see this, Gus? Can you see the pain? Can you see the sadness? The pathetic efforts? The disruptive attempts to terminate me? Now THAT is extreme. THAT is hardcore. You are not hardcore. You are grade A softcore, and I added salt to not only your wounds, but your reputation. Thanks to the lovely donations of The Pantheon, I got to see you suffer. I got to see you crumble down. And in exchange for a possible WarGames spot AND the torturing of your precious woman, I'd say that is a well written deal set in stone. So it was written. So it shall come to pass.
You can't destroy the fire, only add to it. Because: LodiRulz. And if you stay involved, Lodi, YOU'LL be the one torched. At WarGames, punishment for your team will be swift and devastating. And the next time you personally cross my path, I will guarantee that your judgement will be severe.
Because you cannot destroy the Machine.
You can only hope to outlast it.
And that, Lodi, is almost impossible to do.
Because to go to war against me is to invite certain and unavoidable doom. Descent will learn this lesson, and soon shall you and the Pantheon.
Indestructable.
Unwavering.
Devoted.
Unbroken.
Unpurchasable.
XTREME.
These things I am. These things I have been. These things I will ever be.
Next week, Ryan Blood. WarGames, Team Lodi. The very near future, Descent. Also the very near future, YOU, Lodi.
Judgement Day is coming to you all, and I am Judge, Jury, and Executioner.
And I will bring about your Final Judgement.
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Post by Topher is Human on Feb 17, 2011 18:02:03 GMT -5
THE PREVALENCE OF GOOD AND EVIL By Colt
Times are changing here in the WWCF. We are approaching the dawn of a new era, the era of the Pantheon. Which also means we are nearing the close of another era... this so-called Era of Attitude, lies created by the current WWCF Champion, the one man revolution... the Black Dynasty.
Jackson, your day if reckoning draws ever closer with each and every passing week. I told you what to expect standing against the White Knight, you saw what I was capable of when locked alone in a cage with me and it was a beating the likes of which you've never felt before! And I still had to spare your career so you could make it to the PPV. In two weeks, your fate is sealed!
Moving on now, Stryker. I don't know what you think you're doing. This is your redebut and you want to spend it in the ring with 3 of the most dangerous men on WWCF history? No one currently has more momentum than the Youngbloods of Pantheon, and you know full well what im capable of. SDS could never defeat The Story, I best your superior tag team partner for the WWCF Championship, a belt you could only dream to associate with... And that was when I was nieve and tried to do well by the fans, you're stepping on the ring with a new type of Knight. Choose your fate wisely or your story will.be finished before the overture.
And Bergman. I guess you're back and by the looks of things you have revenge on your mind. Do you think I'm going to be scared of a few sneak attacks? I ended your career, you may like to hit and run but there's no proof that you're in any condition to compete properly ever again! So I'm not sure if coming right against the Pantheon is good for your health. You could barely survive in there with a Follower, let alone The White Knight and the Youngbloods of Pantheon.
You want revenge? Then your fate... is sealed!
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Post by Seth Drakin of Monster Crap on Feb 17, 2011 18:33:16 GMT -5
*Backstage, we see Seth & Jessica Drakin watch the footage where Draven drags Shalie backstage. Jessica does not look pleased.*
Jessica: That's it, I'm calling the authorities.
Seth: Not yet......
Jessica: What?
Seth: I am an ultimatums man myself.
Jessica: But that is kidnapping.........
Seth: This is the wrestling business, kidnappings almost happen all the time. If I call the cops on one kidnapping, I would have to call the cops for past incidents.
Look if it makes you feel any better, I know how to take care of this.
Jessica: How???
Seth: I will give Draven and Descent till Ernest Goes To Wargames to let the girl go.
Jessica: But for all we know, he is torturing her right now....
Seth: I know, but if I call now....I cant assume we get the girl back and knowing some of the attorneys here, the cops would have to let them go after 24 hours.
Look, Lodi wants Descent to be on his team and I know that Descent is probably going to accept the oppurtunity. If the girl is not let go by then, I will have the two arrested at that show. With the 24 hours maximum they can be held (and trust me, all 24 hours will be used), that will screw Team LodiRulz into a 5 on 4 situation.
The two fools may be crazy, but they are not stupid to know that opportunities to come once in a lifetime and if they blow their chance, no one is going to depend on them again.
*Seth looks at the camera.*
Seth: Descent and Draven, the clock is ticking.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Feb 17, 2011 19:26:45 GMT -5
(Yawns) Now that the soap opera channel has been disconnected and the woman have disposed of there tissues and half gallon of ice cream, I think it's time for something far more interesting. Richlen. You come form the gallows of your own corporate privacy to rant and rave like public enemy number one over the fact your girl has been disposed form your pathetic live. Well I got a dozy of a scoop for you: He did it because I told him to. (Laughs) That's right my child. You throw a stone, I throw a brick. I consulted Descent about the possibility of making your soul a dark shallow grave right as I was preparing for the true definition of extreme: Lodi's Rulz. A place where children are not allowed. Where the sights and sounds of a disturbed can and will be duplicated. Where men are broken. Where nobody escapes. A play where I always win..... and I always suffer. Lodi takes off his leather jacket, revealing cuts and bruises given to him form his match against Square a few days ago. You see this, Gus? Can you see the pain? Can you see the sadness? The pathetic efforts? The disruptive attempts to terminate me? Now THAT is extreme. THAT is hardcore. You are not hardcore. You are grade A softcore, and I added salt to not only your wounds, but your reputation. Thanks to the lovely donations of The Pantheon, I got to see you suffer. I got to see you crumble down. And in exchange for a possible WarGames spot AND the torturing of your precious woman, I'd say that is a well written deal set in stone. So it was written. So it shall come to pass.
You can't destroy the fire, only add to it. Because: LodiRulz. And if you stay involved, Lodi, YOU'LL be the one torched. At WarGames, punishment for your team will be swift and devastating. And the next time you personally cross my path, I will guarantee that your judgement will be severe.
Because you cannot destroy the Machine.
You can only hope to outlast it.
And that, Lodi, is almost impossible to do.
Because to go to war against me is to invite certain and unavoidable doom. Descent will learn this lesson, and soon shall you and the Pantheon.
Indestructable.
Unwavering.
Devoted.
Unbroken.
Unpurchasable.
XTREME.
These things I am. These things I have been. These things I will ever be.
Next week, Ryan Blood. WarGames, Team Lodi. The very near future, Descent. Also the very near future, YOU, Lodi.
Judgement Day is coming to you all, and I am Judge, Jury, and Executioner.
And I will bring about your Final Judgement. Huh, how about that.
I didn't know anything about this, but you know what?
THIS IS WAR.
It's right there in the name of the pay-per-view: Ernest Goes to WAR Games.
And in war, anything goes.
For a crazy guy, Lodi's pretty smart. He's managed to add a monster like Descent to our team while at the same time screwing with your head, Richlen.
As for me, now that Lodi's screwed with your head, on Monday night I'm going to screw up your head when I hit you with the ADH and crack it open. Because as much as I might enjoy some actual competition in a title defense for a change, and as much as I might think you could give us some if you choose your partner wisely, you need to beat me to get that title shot. And I don't plan on letting that happen, Gus.
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Post by General Adam on Feb 17, 2011 22:46:04 GMT -5
*The General is at home. He is looking around his house to make sure the wind up monkey is not there.*
Okay. He's not here. Good.
*The General climbs turns of the lights and climbs into bed. He is almost asleep when he hears a sound of two cymbals hitting each other. The General is frozen in fear. Then the wind up monkey appears in front of him.*
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Wind up monkey: I am now assuming direct control. *The wind up monkey starts to bang his cymbals really fast then stops. The General stops screaming and sits up. He grabs the wind up monkey and holds it in his hand.*
We are the General of the monkey army. We will rule the WWCF and everyone that dares stand in our way will be destroyed.
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Post by "The Natural" Jeremy Grave on Feb 22, 2011 18:51:57 GMT -5
This sunday, I stand on the frontline against Panthenon, and for justice. Lets see who the five people I'm beating up this week are...
Colt, you seem to think you're Charles Manson, leading your cult of NO personality into doing your dirty work. If you were really such a great and mighty person, you'd actually make some effort yourself.
LodiRulz, Clockwork Orange house of fun? I'm pretty sure I've heard that before, and I beat the guy who you stole it from in his own match, by making him succumb to Grave Consequences. NEXT.
Ryan, really? Are you a tag team champion? I wasn't sure because it's not like you mention it all the time.
Johnny. Your finisher is called the patty flipper, and that's all I have to say about that.
Descent, you seem not to take me seriously, so I guess I need to make more of an impression. On sunday, I'm going to make one, of my left fist, in your FACE.
And you can all take THAT... to the Grave.
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Post by strykerdarksilence on Feb 22, 2011 18:56:27 GMT -5
Tonight on Niteraw, The Pantheon will experience first hand what I do. Bring your A-games guys, because I want every bit of you out there.
And it goes without saying, I will strike you out.
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Post by Jackson "The Cool" Carter on Feb 23, 2011 6:51:25 GMT -5
After the show, before the crowd leave...
Spit On Your Face
Jackson lumps out in his white suit, title held high
Jackson: I am out here tonight, against all doctors orders to address you fans as WWCF Champion... for possibly the last time...
I'm not saying I can't win, and I'm not saying I cannot defeat Lodi or the Pantheon. But it's no secret that the Black Dynasty has been a primary Target of their assaults, with Colt and the Followers doing the most damage last week.
They strike like a pack of dogs, and I got the pitbull in a cage, but if it wasnt for those Followers, I would have silenced that "leader" once and for all. But I'll give Pantheon this, they're smart. They kept me out of the ring and away from the Number One Contender King Lodi, and ensuring I walk into that ring at Wargames with a limp...
However, the Era of Attitude was born out of the face or adversity and with pride, I have held onto this title for 7 months, at all odds! And its going to take more than a limp to close this Era. You guys say when you're through with me I'd need to be carried out? Well you're going to have to more than that to put ne away!
This title is my dream, this company has become my life, last year I came out here and spoke of Black History Month and the hardship and oppression I've faced. I stand here now as a beacon of hope, living proof that you can over come those who oppress you...
As long as I have a pulse, I will give it my everything to silence the Pantheon, to let the Era of Attitude and to stand here your WWCF Champion!
Damn Right!
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Post by lodirulz on Feb 23, 2011 11:37:53 GMT -5
LodiRulz is with Allison Sadness, inside what looks to be a cemetery. Lodi is holding his leg with one arm and the back of his head with the other, but still finds time to say some words:
What a pity. What an absolute pity. WWCF thinks they finally have The Pantheon's number. That just because we went 0-4 in terms of one single night means that they can beat us any day of the week. But the darkness still engulfs us. And it will never go away. Forget about Bergman and Stryker Dark Silence for a second, and remember that we still got a war to finish. That we have king to dethrone. That in the name of a god, we have to make sacrifices. In the path of The Flock, I have done so. I have gathered all of the finest to personally guarantee torture and destruction onto Team Jackson. You may think our forces have grown weak, and that's where your wrong. Once you look back at the carnage delivered upon the body's of Little Naitch, Square, Gus Richlen, Cageking, and Jeremy Grave, you will forever forget that an off night ever happened between us. So it is written. So it shall come to pass.
“Damn Right” Jackson. We meet again. Only this time, your screwed beyond human belief. The time we met, the ring could never handle us. But that was then. And this is now. Ever since our last encounter, I have become a king. I've sliced my arms open, I've dived off stages, I've been through my own Rulz, and I've been through some of the best in one match. Let's face it Jackson. I get better. While you grow weaker inside. And you can do nothing about it. I will fulfill the prophecy. You might not know it, but you've already been in a pool of blood. You've already lost your title. Because I have it. I already won it. All we need to do is make it official.
But have no fear, gangster of the year. Once everyone around me rejoices my victory, and flocks to my mind of madness, I will give you a resting place for after the match. Because:
Lodi backs out of the way, as Allison directs us to a grave. The dirt is already patted down, yet it still says:
R.I.P "Damn Right" Jackson Died at Ernest Goes To Wargames
Lodi.....Rulz.
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Post by Jonathan Michaels on Feb 23, 2011 13:45:18 GMT -5
Mulligan, how stupid do you think I am?
Did you think I wasn't going to watch the NiteRaw replay in the cafeteria?
So apparently, I'm walking into a "trap".
But there's one thing you're forgetting, Mulligan.
I'm Jonathan F***ing Michaels.
I've been InterForum Champion, Champion Of Honor when the belt still meant something, and the greatest Hardcore Champion of all time.
So if you think that whatever sorry scheme you have planned has even a chance of taking me down, then you're as stupid as you dress.
So at EGTW, just prepare yourself for the beating of your life.
But right now I need to address the Pantheon.
You know, a while back, Me and a couple of great guys who aren't around anymore formed a trifecta to prevent you scumbags from ganging up on everyone else, and now it seems that my enemies are breaking down the doors to join you.
Well, tell you what, even though it goes against my beliefs, I guess if it's a gangfight you want, it's a gangfight you'll get.
And believe me, you'll wish you kept to yourselves.
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