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Post by Dean-o on Aug 16, 2013 12:56:45 GMT -5
HHH can turn heel and Vince face, but it would mean that HHH would have to play up the public perception that he's a social climber. You reveal eventually that everything he's done in this industry was by design: "When I started in this business all I wanted was a fair shake. An opportunity to rise and to show what I could do. So I worked hard and played by the rules. But Vince believed I should fight pig farmers rather than get main events. He would rather I wrestle human cartoons living on yesteryear and make them look good, rather than strap a rocket to MY back and see what I could do. So, I made friends. The right friends. I needed to, to survive. I realized in this company, it isn't what you do, or how hard you worked, or even how great you are, it was who you know. I got into the Kliq -- and I used them. I bled them dry until every last one was a washed up has-been. I always knew I was better than them, but I was patient and played my needed part. Then I saw the writing on the wall. Despite that veil of protection, I, and I alone, was punished by WWE for simply saying goodbye to my friends. I was made an example of for someone else's sins, and just because I was perceived as "least important". Never again. It was there that I realized I'd have to step it up even further; create my own break. I wasn't satisfied with scraps; with being a sidekick or pigeon-holed as the funny guy who says "suck it." I wanted it all. And damn it, I deserved it. I wanted the shots I earned by simply being better. I wanted the legacy I truly deserved. I wanted World Titles, Main Events and Wrestlemanias to fall at my feet. I wanted to be mentioned in the same breath as legends -- but to pass them all. And I did. But I soon realized that I actually wanted something else. Something more. Something far greater than any WWE Superstar thought possible or could even dream to think. I wanted this. The whole company. The entire business. I decided I would somehow find a way to transcend WWE superstar and legend. I would find a way to actually own the game. And then I would mould it in the image I wanted and it needed to go in: my own.So I started small at first; I got in Vince's ear. Subtly. I played him. I told him what he wanted to hear. What he NEEDED to. It was me who told him to screw Bret. That was MY idea. And Vince was too vain to see it. I then told him that Shawn was unstable --when the truth was that he was a hindrance to my progress. And as a result, HBK sat at home for four years. I prevented him from stealing the spotlight ever again. I took away what was left inside a broken body. I left him behind with only God to cry to and love him. But I decided that when I DID finally allow him to return, HBK would be MY sidekick. He would be in MY shadow. And he was. He was a pathetic also-ran living off my fumes. I told Vince more of what he needed to know. Chris Jericho, Kurt Angle, Booker T, Rob Van Dam, even The Rock -- they weren't ready. None of them. They were immature. They were careless. They weren't good enough to share my spotlight. They weren't me. And if I had anything to say about (and I did) they'd never get the chance. Then...then, my master move. My check and mate. I *seduced* the boss's daughter. I took a little, innocent, shy, fat girl, and made her love me. How could she not? I was everything she wanted. Everything she was not. It was so easy. She wanted me, and I pretended I wanted her. But you see, she was my meal ticket. She was a pawn. Truth is, I don't love her. Hell, I don't even like her. When I see her, my stomach flips. I feel sick. When I look into her vacant eyes, I see you, Vince: arrogant, clueless, naively vain. But so, so easy to manipulate. And now, here I am. Atop the mountain with only the heavens to conquer next. I'm poised. Ready. It's MY time. FINALLY. The song was not a lie. I've sat patiently. I played my part to a "T". I even gave you grand-kids, Vince, to seal the deal. But you can keep them, Vince. They've served their purpose like Stephanie, like you, like everyone in the back or beyond the curtain. Today, I'm untouchable. A king of kings just waiting for my crown. I exist just under you in the corporate structure, Vince. Your daughter, my wife, she signed over her entire stock and assets to me. I insisted. And she obliged in the most naive of moments, just as she's always done. Everything is in MY name, Vince. Your legacy in MY hands. And I have the entire board behind me. It's true. They're with me, because unlike you, I listen. And unlike you, I'm not insane. Do you think your little public humiliation a couple years back wasn't my intention all along? Do you think that certain incidents --whomever was behind that -- was an accident? You overstayed your welcome. The problem is, however, you never took the cue, Vince. You didn't step aside. You didn't wilt up and die like you were supposed to. You keep coming back like a cancer. And for now, I tolerated it. I allowed it because I figured it'd look better if I just let grandpa flounder around and pretend he still matters. But no more. I'm here to tell you that its time to cut you out Vince. The cancer will be removed. It's time to cut you out for good. So my era can begin. Everything has happened as I planned it. My power is established and absolute. My wife wouldn't dare divorce me. She'd be left with nothing and so would "her" children. You can't fire me, because of the public nature of this company -- also my idea, by the way. So, you think about all that Vince, as your mind deteriorates and your body seizes up and rots. When you see your grandkids, you'll see my smiling face. When you kiss your daughter, you can remember all the disgusting things I've done to her just to prove you wrong. But I want you, above all else, to realize that I beat you. A superstar you never saw being more than a "Connecticut blue-blood" did what no one else ever could. I crushed Vince McMahon. Into dust. I crushed everyone. I win.I am The Game. The Business. The next owner of a dynasty. The McMahon name dies with you, Vince. And you ...well, you can take that to your grave. Game. Over." We gotta get this man a job on the writing staff.
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Post by CM Dazz on Aug 16, 2013 14:46:40 GMT -5
HHH can turn heel and Vince face, but it would mean that HHH would have to play up the public perception that he's a social climber. You reveal eventually that everything he's done in this industry was by design: "When I started in this business all I wanted was a fair shake. An opportunity to rise and to show what I could do. So I worked hard and played by the rules. But Vince believed I should fight pig farmers rather than get main events. He would rather I wrestle human cartoons living on yesteryear and make them look good, rather than strap a rocket to MY back and see what I could do. So, I made friends. The right friends. I needed to, to survive. I realized in this company, it isn't what you do, or how hard you worked, or even how great you are, it was who you know. I got into the Kliq -- and I used them. I bled them dry until every last one was a washed up has-been. I always knew I was better than them, but I was patient and played my needed part. Then I saw the writing on the wall. Despite that veil of protection, I, and I alone, was punished by WWE for simply saying goodbye to my friends. I was made an example of for someone else's sins, and just because I was perceived as "least important". Never again. It was there that I realized I'd have to step it up even further; create my own break. I wasn't satisfied with scraps; with being a sidekick or pigeon-holed as the funny guy who says "suck it." I wanted it all. And damn it, I deserved it. I wanted the shots I earned by simply being better. I wanted the legacy I truly deserved. I wanted World Titles, Main Events and Wrestlemanias to fall at my feet. I wanted to be mentioned in the same breath as legends -- but to pass them all. And I did. But I soon realized that I actually wanted something else. Something more. Something far greater than any WWE Superstar thought possible or could even dream to think. I wanted this. The whole company. The entire business. I decided I would somehow find a way to transcend WWE superstar and legend. I would find a way to actually own the game. And then I would mould it in the image I wanted and it needed to go in: my own.So I started small at first; I got in Vince's ear. Subtly. I played him. I told him what he wanted to hear. What he NEEDED to. It was me who told him to screw Bret. That was MY idea. And Vince was too vain to see it. I then told him that Shawn was unstable --when the truth was that he was a hindrance to my progress. And as a result, HBK sat at home for four years. I prevented him from stealing the spotlight ever again. I took away what was left inside a broken body. I left him behind with only God to cry to and love him. But I decided that when I DID finally allow him to return, HBK would be MY sidekick. He would be in MY shadow. And he was. He was a pathetic also-ran living off my fumes. I told Vince more of what he needed to know. Chris Jericho, Kurt Angle, Booker T, Rob Van Dam, even The Rock -- they weren't ready. None of them. They were immature. They were careless. They weren't good enough to share my spotlight. They weren't me. And if I had anything to say about (and I did) they'd never get the chance. Then...then, my master move. My check and mate. I *seduced* the boss's daughter. I took a little, innocent, shy, fat girl, and made her love me. How could she not? I was everything she wanted. Everything she was not. It was so easy. She wanted me, and I pretended I wanted her. But you see, she was my meal ticket. She was a pawn. Truth is, I don't love her. Hell, I don't even like her. When I see her, my stomach flips. I feel sick. When I look into her vacant eyes, I see you, Vince: arrogant, clueless, naively vain. But so, so easy to manipulate. And now, here I am. Atop the mountain with only the heavens to conquer next. I'm poised. Ready. It's MY time. FINALLY. The song was not a lie. I've sat patiently. I played my part to a "T". I even gave you grand-kids, Vince, to seal the deal. But you can keep them, Vince. They've served their purpose like Stephanie, like you, like everyone in the back or beyond the curtain. Today, I'm untouchable. A king of kings just waiting for my crown. I exist just under you in the corporate structure, Vince. Your daughter, my wife, she signed over her entire stock and assets to me. I insisted. And she obliged in the most naive of moments, just as she's always done. Everything is in MY name, Vince. Your legacy in MY hands. And I have the entire board behind me. It's true. They're with me, because unlike you, I listen. And unlike you, I'm not insane. Do you think your little public humiliation a couple years back wasn't my intention all along? Do you think that certain incidents --whomever was behind that -- was an accident? You overstayed your welcome. The problem is, however, you never took the cue, Vince. You didn't step aside. You didn't wilt up and die like you were supposed to. You keep coming back like a cancer. And for now, I tolerated it. I allowed it because I figured it'd look better if I just let grandpa flounder around and pretend he still matters. But no more. I'm here to tell you that its time to cut you out Vince. The cancer will be removed. It's time to cut you out for good. So my era can begin. Everything has happened as I planned it. My power is established and absolute. My wife wouldn't dare divorce me. She'd be left with nothing and so would "her" children. You can't fire me, because of the public nature of this company -- also my idea, by the way. So, you think about all that Vince, as your mind deteriorates and your body seizes up and rots. When you see your grandkids, you'll see my smiling face. When you kiss your daughter, you can remember all the disgusting things I've done to her just to prove you wrong. But I want you, above all else, to realize that I beat you. A superstar you never saw being more than a "Connecticut blue-blood" did what no one else ever could. I crushed Vince McMahon. Into dust. I crushed everyone. I win.I am The Game. The Business. The next owner of a dynasty. The McMahon name dies with you, Vince. And you ...well, you can take that to your grave. Game. Over." Nice work! That truly is an awesome promo that I can see & hear HHH delivering. I can also picture Vince standing in the ring, his face slowly changing from shock to anger to sadness. Bravo! Unfortunately, it'll never happen. It's too real, Vince would never allow it, & HHH isn't good enough to come up with it. The only way it would work is if you gave it to him, & convinced him to deliver it on live TV without Vince knowing it was going to happen. So, like I said, it'll never happen.
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Post by CM Dazz on Aug 16, 2013 14:51:47 GMT -5
I can also see the crowd on the edge of their seats, listening in stunned silence.
Just read it again, & that's some damn good writing Sean.
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Post by whiskers on Aug 16, 2013 15:08:36 GMT -5
HHH can turn heel and Vince face, but it would mean that HHH would have to play up the public perception that he's a social climber. You reveal eventually that everything he's done in this industry was by design: "When I started in this business all I wanted was a fair shake. An opportunity to rise and to show what I could do. So I worked hard and played by the rules. But Vince believed I should fight pig farmers rather than get main events. He would rather I wrestle human cartoons living on yesteryear and make them look good, rather than strap a rocket to MY back and see what I could do. So, I made friends. The right friends. I needed to, to survive. I realized in this company, it isn't what you do, or how hard you worked, or even how great you are, it was who you know. I got into the Kliq -- and I used them. I bled them dry until every last one was a washed up has-been. I always knew I was better than them, but I was patient and played my needed part. Then I saw the writing on the wall. Despite that veil of protection, I, and I alone, was punished by WWE for simply saying goodbye to my friends. I was made an example of for someone else's sins, and just because I was perceived as "least important". Never again. It was there that I realized I'd have to step it up even further; create my own break. I wasn't satisfied with scraps; with being a sidekick or pigeon-holed as the funny guy who says "suck it." I wanted it all. And damn it, I deserved it. I wanted the shots I earned by simply being better. I wanted the legacy I truly deserved. I wanted World Titles, Main Events and Wrestlemanias to fall at my feet. I wanted to be mentioned in the same breath as legends -- but to pass them all. And I did. But I soon realized that I actually wanted something else. Something more. Something far greater than any WWE Superstar thought possible or could even dream to think. I wanted this. The whole company. The entire business. I decided I would somehow find a way to transcend WWE superstar and legend. I would find a way to actually own the game. And then I would mould it in the image I wanted and it needed to go in: my own.So I started small at first; I got in Vince's ear. Subtly. I played him. I told him what he wanted to hear. What he NEEDED to. It was me who told him to screw Bret. That was MY idea. And Vince was too vain to see it. I then told him that Shawn was unstable --when the truth was that he was a hindrance to my progress. And as a result, HBK sat at home for four years. I prevented him from stealing the spotlight ever again. I took away what was left inside a broken body. I left him behind with only God to cry to and love him. But I decided that when I DID finally allow him to return, HBK would be MY sidekick. He would be in MY shadow. And he was. He was a pathetic also-ran living off my fumes. I told Vince more of what he needed to know. Chris Jericho, Kurt Angle, Booker T, Rob Van Dam, even The Rock -- they weren't ready. None of them. They were immature. They were careless. They weren't good enough to share my spotlight. They weren't me. And if I had anything to say about (and I did) they'd never get the chance. Then...then, my master move. My check and mate. I *seduced* the boss's daughter. I took a little, innocent, shy, fat girl, and made her love me. How could she not? I was everything she wanted. Everything she was not. It was so easy. She wanted me, and I pretended I wanted her. But you see, she was my meal ticket. She was a pawn. Truth is, I don't love her. Hell, I don't even like her. When I see her, my stomach flips. I feel sick. When I look into her vacant eyes, I see you, Vince: arrogant, clueless, naively vain. But so, so easy to manipulate. And now, here I am. Atop the mountain with only the heavens to conquer next. I'm poised. Ready. It's MY time. FINALLY. The song was not a lie. I've sat patiently. I played my part to a "T". I even gave you grand-kids, Vince, to seal the deal. But you can keep them, Vince. They've served their purpose like Stephanie, like you, like everyone in the back or beyond the curtain. Today, I'm untouchable. A king of kings just waiting for my crown. I exist just under you in the corporate structure, Vince. Your daughter, my wife, she signed over her entire stock and assets to me. I insisted. And she obliged in the most naive of moments, just as she's always done. Everything is in MY name, Vince. Your legacy in MY hands. And I have the entire board behind me. It's true. They're with me, because unlike you, I listen. And unlike you, I'm not insane. Do you think your little public humiliation a couple years back wasn't my intention all along? Do you think that certain incidents --whomever was behind that -- was an accident? You overstayed your welcome. The problem is, however, you never took the cue, Vince. You didn't step aside. You didn't wilt up and die like you were supposed to. You keep coming back like a cancer. And for now, I tolerated it. I allowed it because I figured it'd look better if I just let grandpa flounder around and pretend he still matters. But no more. I'm here to tell you that its time to cut you out Vince. The cancer will be removed. It's time to cut you out for good. So my era can begin. Everything has happened as I planned it. My power is established and absolute. My wife wouldn't dare divorce me. She'd be left with nothing and so would "her" children. You can't fire me, because of the public nature of this company -- also my idea, by the way. So, you think about all that Vince, as your mind deteriorates and your body seizes up and rots. When you see your grandkids, you'll see my smiling face. When you kiss your daughter, you can remember all the disgusting things I've done to her just to prove you wrong. But I want you, above all else, to realize that I beat you. A superstar you never saw being more than a "Connecticut blue-blood" did what no one else ever could. I crushed Vince McMahon. Into dust. I crushed everyone. I win.I am The Game. The Business. The next owner of a dynasty. The McMahon name dies with you, Vince. And you ...well, you can take that to your grave. Game. Over." Wow, man. Just wow. I so very saddened that this will never, ever happen now.
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Post by Hit Girl on Aug 16, 2013 15:17:06 GMT -5
Honestly, if HHH gave that speech, it could very well be the best promo ever delivered in WWE.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2013 15:20:58 GMT -5
That promo f***ing sucks man. Worst piece of shit I ever read.
sorry, i just wanted to be different
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Post by CM Dazz on Aug 16, 2013 15:26:16 GMT -5
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Post by mrjl on Aug 16, 2013 19:27:51 GMT -5
way to spit on his kids and wife with that promo there. That's the point, weirdo. If they're dead-set on making a WWE legend who people don't want to hate be hated, you have to try and build sympathy for the babyface McMahons by making HHH completely rotten; no redeemable qualities. No one could really cheer a guy that horrible. And it'd be the only way people would cheer Vince & Stephanie over him. You have to hit home and conjure up genuine emotion from the fans. Women especially would feel for Stephanie. And as long as you don't really introduce the kids by name or show them, they're just a scripted plot device. This is TV HHH, not real-life Paul Levesque. You keep it strictly soap villain. No smark bullshit. You don't break kayfabe. You don't paint HHH as a guy who didn't deserve his fame and status, but instead as a sociopath who went too far and became power-hungry. You have a super talented egomaniac reveal what would be a plan that'd tie into his character's full history. One that would make sense. The fact you had such a strong reaction to it proved it'd work. You're not supposed to like him in this case. WWE is no different than movies or TV. Villains do and say things that are supposed to repulse you. okay, here's the deal and maybe it'll just make you think I'm even weirder than you already do. It's fake and I know it's fake and I like the fact that it's fake, same as with comics and movies and tv shows. And I'm not going to forget that it's fake no matter what you do. Meanwhile there's enough real shit in the world to get mad at, I don't need it in my fake stuff. Show me a guy being an asshole, I'll take your word he's a really bad guy. If you're a writer you're trying to stir up real world level hate from me on this fake bad guy then you're just going to get me mad at you
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2013 19:50:34 GMT -5
That's the point, weirdo. If they're dead-set on making a WWE legend who people don't want to hate be hated, you have to try and build sympathy for the babyface McMahons by making HHH completely rotten; no redeemable qualities. No one could really cheer a guy that horrible. And it'd be the only way people would cheer Vince & Stephanie over him. You have to hit home and conjure up genuine emotion from the fans. Women especially would feel for Stephanie. And as long as you don't really introduce the kids by name or show them, they're just a scripted plot device. This is TV HHH, not real-life Paul Levesque. You keep it strictly soap villain. No smark bullshit. You don't break kayfabe. You don't paint HHH as a guy who didn't deserve his fame and status, but instead as a sociopath who went too far and became power-hungry. You have a super talented egomaniac reveal what would be a plan that'd tie into his character's full history. One that would make sense. The fact you had such a strong reaction to it proved it'd work. You're not supposed to like him in this case. WWE is no different than movies or TV. Villains do and say things that are supposed to repulse you. okay, here's the deal and maybe it'll just make you think I'm even weirder than you already do. It's fake and I know it's fake and I like the fact that it's fake, same as with comics and movies and tv shows. And I'm not going to forget that it's fake no matter what you do. Meanwhile there's enough real shit in the world to get mad at, I don't need it in my fake stuff. Show me a guy being an asshole, I'll take your word he's a really bad guy. If you're a writer you're trying to stir up real world level hate from me on this fake bad guy then you're just going to get me mad at you That's code for "dumb it down, for my sake." That's your view on it, you don't want dark or thought-provoking stuff, and that's wonderful. But to get mad at someone for writing a mean fake wrestling promo about people you've never met is like...I don't know how that even works. You're the one taking it far too seriously in this case, despite telling us "it's fake I know it's fake it'll always be fake" and all this.
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Post by mrjl on Aug 16, 2013 19:58:24 GMT -5
okay, here's the deal and maybe it'll just make you think I'm even weirder than you already do. It's fake and I know it's fake and I like the fact that it's fake, same as with comics and movies and tv shows. And I'm not going to forget that it's fake no matter what you do. Meanwhile there's enough real shit in the world to get mad at, I don't need it in my fake stuff. Show me a guy being an asshole, I'll take your word he's a really bad guy. If you're a writer you're trying to stir up real world level hate from me on this fake bad guy then you're just going to get me mad at you That's code for "dumb it down, for my sake." That's your view on it, you don't want dark or thought-provoking stuff, and that's wonderful. But to get mad at someone for writing a mean fake wrestling promo about people you've never met is like...I don't know how that even works. You're the one taking it far too seriously in this case, despite telling us "it's fake I know it's fake it'll always be fake" and all this. People around here get mad about them writing the McMahons and Hunter into major angles, despite the fact they can get reactions like Monday's and ratings are usually good for those segments. People want what they want and get annoyed when they don't get it.
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Post by CM Dazz on Aug 16, 2013 20:07:00 GMT -5
Yikes, this thread took a bizarre turn...
I'm not even sure what there is to get mad at, or why anyone would even be getting mad???
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Post by mrjl on Aug 16, 2013 20:10:11 GMT -5
Yikes, this thread took a bizarre turn... I'm not even sure what there is to get mad at, or why anyone would even be getting mad??? well, most of the time when a heel cuts a promo like the one suggested here the point is to piss off the fans.
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Post by CM Dazz on Aug 16, 2013 20:24:51 GMT -5
Yikes, this thread took a bizarre turn... I'm not even sure what there is to get mad at, or why anyone would even be getting mad??? well, most of the time when a heel cuts a promo like the one suggested here the point is to piss off the fans. Exactly. Which is why I don't understand what's going on right now. You just said you don't need the fake stuff to get you mad, but then you said it's the heel's job to get you mad. My head is spinning here. Maybe you can clarify your original post?
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Post by mrjl on Aug 16, 2013 20:51:06 GMT -5
well, most of the time when a heel cuts a promo like the one suggested here the point is to piss off the fans. Exactly. Which is why I don't understand what's going on right now. You just said you don't need the fake stuff to get you mad, but then you said it's the heel's job to get you mad. My head is spinning here. Maybe you can clarify your original post? okay, I'm not exactly clear what you're asking but I'll try. When I say I don't need the fake stuff to get me mad, I mean I'm uninterested in, I don't want the fake stuff to try to get me as mad as real world problems you might see on the news does.
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Post by Djm Doesn't Find You Funny on Aug 16, 2013 20:55:06 GMT -5
I just want Daniel Bryan to have a run as WWE Champion.
Is that so wrong? They could throw HHH, Stephanie, Vince, Shane, Marissa, all of their children, and bring back Linda into anything they want.
Just give me one Daniel Bryan WWE Title reign. Just one. Just a month. One month.
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Post by CM Dazz on Aug 16, 2013 21:04:22 GMT -5
Exactly. Which is why I don't understand what's going on right now. You just said you don't need the fake stuff to get you mad, but then you said it's the heel's job to get you mad. My head is spinning here. Maybe you can clarify your original post? okay, I'm not exactly clear what you're asking but I'll try. When I say I don't need the fake stuff to get me mad, I mean I'm uninterested in, I don't want the fake stuff to try to get me as mad as real world problems you might see on the news does. I get that, but are you saying that you let storylines get you mad like real life stuff? I'm not trying to be argumentative, I'm just confused.
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Post by mizerable on Aug 16, 2013 21:26:40 GMT -5
Thanks to working a bullshit shift at work today, only now have I been able to sit down and read Sean's promo. And I'll say...that's probably the ONLY thing I would accept for a Triple H heel turn. In this case, we honestly do need to use the Hhhistoy to prove why he's one of the greatest heels ever, and nothing short of that promo will ever prove as much. Most importantly, it makes me actually give a good goddamn where they run with it (which with WWE usually means down the shitter) as opposed to not wanting to see it at all. Excellent work.
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Post by mrjl on Aug 16, 2013 22:02:16 GMT -5
okay, I'm not exactly clear what you're asking but I'll try. When I say I don't need the fake stuff to get me mad, I mean I'm uninterested in, I don't want the fake stuff to try to get me as mad as real world problems you might see on the news does. I get that, but are you saying that you let storylines get you mad like real life stuff? I'm not trying to be argumentative, I'm just confused. I'm pretty sure that writers want fans to get that invested in the product. And overall I don't like where it usually takes characters
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Post by Hit Girl on Aug 16, 2013 22:08:36 GMT -5
I get that, but are you saying that you let storylines get you mad like real life stuff? I'm not trying to be argumentative, I'm just confused. I'm pretty sure that writers want fans to get that invested in the product. And overall I don't like where it usually takes characters Indeed It might make characters interesting. Can't have that.
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Post by Joe Neglia on Aug 16, 2013 22:10:23 GMT -5
I've read this five times now and it doesn't stop getting stupider.
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