Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2011 15:45:19 GMT -6
Act IV – What a tangled Webb we weave.
So Rocky, you seem well prepared for this match this week. That is a lot of gym work you are showcasing to the world there, are you compensating for something? Talent perhaps?
I was going to spend my time asking why you seem so intent on flexing your abs in some vain attempt to be Steve Awesome rather than addressing your opponents with Mr Miyagi over there but it would appear that you actually do have some fight in you. Bravo Nathan.
More specifically it seems that you have decided to have a pop at me, perhaps to be expected considering you seem to think you have what it takes to make the step up and take this belt from me.
Oh excuse me for a minute whilst I literally laugh myself to death.
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There. That’s much better.
For a man who spent the first half of the week filming some sort of fitness video you sure have some nerve to think you can take a shot at me. You do realise that you film those at the end of your career when your short on cash right?
I am glad you are confident Nathan, I much prefer knocking the belief out of a person than fighting deluded and broken messes like Todd Williams, but it is misguided. You may well beat Xander, Jonas and Simon this weekend but the fact is that beating that triumvirate of mediocrity pales in comparison to the challenge you will face should you be “lucky” enough to line up opposite me at Picture Perfect.
You see, you’re just like everybody else who I face, the cheap “long winded” jibes are getting somewhat tiresome considering the hot air that comes out of the majority of the men who spew it at me. They all walk in and take the same dull and tired little shots at me as if they are somehow original and they all profess their belief that I am in some way inferior to them.
Yet here I am, still X-Champion and more and more recognised as the rising talent in this company, even if it is said through gritted teeth.
If you really think that you have what it takes to rip this belt from my grip Nathan then by all means come and have a go. The fact is you’ve done nothing of note in this company to suggest that I should worry about you, hell when I don’t worry about the 2011 Gladiator why do you think I’d worry about you?
There is as much chance of you kicking my teeth down my throat as there is of Kelly Knite actually saying something positive about the Young Guns without an AK-47 in her back.
The fact is that should you and I face up I will knock some respect into you the hard way. You can run your mouth all you like but I will shove everything you have to say straight back down there and let’s be honest it will probably be some of the following.
- I am longwinded/boring etc
- I don’t deserve to be where I am.
- The Young Guns suck.
- I am deluded.
If you do win Webb, here is a tip.
Try to break the mould or else it’ll be a long week of tedious promos with content I can predict from a mile off. If I am going to kick your head in Nathan we could at least make it a little be entertaining for everybody else watching.
Or of course you could just copy everybody else. That seems to be a pretty popular option around these parts.
Act V – Just another Daye
Well, if it isn’t Falcon Lite with an actual personality. The likable half of BirdDaye, if only due to the fact that you’re actually interesting to watch, unlike your snore inducing partner, or trainer…or whatever the hell he is these days.
You’re a smart man Simon, yet clearly you don’t take yourself too seriously. It is an admirable trait when I sift through the egomaniacs and the frankly deluded “talent” this company employs. If I was you, I’d take any chance I could get to have a shot at a belt in this company. I understand exactly why you are in this match. What I don’t understand is why you’d want to put yourself in a position to have all this promise eradicated in a single night.
This match is going to be a cake walk in comparison to what will happen at Picture Perfect. You’re in the ring with ability abortions like Xander and Potter, men who have little going for them other than an impressive family tree and a doctorate. Men who may well hurt you, but will never break you.
Winning this match will put you in a position to take a shot at me and that is a completely different proposition. I am not a giant with a decent right hook but little else. I am not a mentally disturbed Doctor who has decided to try his hand at wrestling. I am not a roided up fitness freak with a pretty bad ass surname.
I am the X-Champion.
I have already done what you all aim to do. I have already broken a man to rip this belt out of his clutches and watch him disappear into a pit of despair and frankly hilarious emotional reboots. I have defended my belt, draw or not.
Sure, you could make a case for any four of you taking this belt for me, because let’s face it the internet smarks have absolutely sod all else to do. You could make predictions that whichever one of you four wins are “destined” to take this belt from me and slap me back to reality. You could use tea leaves to asks the Gods for an answer I suppose.
The only problem is that all this match will achieve is another name for me to put away. It will just offer up another sacrifice for me to send straight back to which dank ****hole they crawled out of. There is no chance any of you men will defeat me for this title, you’re fighting one another for a lost cause.
If you do manage to win this week Daye, perhaps you can take a lesson from your mentor in exactly what I do to my opponents. At least he’d prepare you for the inevitable beat down you will suffer if you do manage to earn a shot at me, because the three of your opponents combined cannot prepare you for what you face at Picture Perfect and neither can Falcon.
Act VI – More Blah’s than a Ke$ha single.
Wow, I have to hand it to you Falcon you sure do like to keep things original.
Cue a long tirade about how I don’t know about this business, that I am stupid, that I don’t know what I am doing and how you are the be all and end all of life, death and everything.
Cut the bull**** Falcon.
For a man who likes to insinuate I am patronising and all talk, you sure aren’t above being demeaning yourself. For a man who likes to claim I don’t know what I am talking about, you seem to like to make a hell of a lot of presumptions about me. For a man who claims to set the highest standards, you sure do talk a lot of crap.
Say what you want about me Falcon, because much like the façade you put on about giving a crap about the fans it is all a big lie.
I know plenty about this business, I aren’t some factory produced jackass from the NCW training camp thrown into the water with the big boys much too soon. I aren’t a man with zero life experience who just waltzed on in here thinking I ruled the joint and know everything there is to know about life. I am not some washed up old veteran looking for one last payday.
I have thrown myself off the same ladders you have, in dank ****holes filled with redneck Neanderthals baying for blood. I have bled in America, Europe and Japan to earn the mythological stripes you hear people prattle on about relentlessly. I have broken bones, torn muscles and ruptured organs just to earn a bit of money. I have done my time in the squalid shantytowns to earn my chance to be here. I have seen all the dark sides of this business tenfold, the corruption, the backstabbing and the politicking. I have been hurt and inflicted pain on others that you cannot imagine, all in the name of “the business”.
As much as it may pain you to realise, I am not just some rookie with no experience who has walked in here and started shouting my mouth off.
I know plenty about what goes in inside that ring and out of it. I have seen it. I have also seen the cold hard realities of everyday life. I have seen men blow holes in their head because they can’t take hiding from the law any longer. I have seen women slit their wrists because they can’t take the memories of what the cold hearted bastards I chased did to them. I have lived Falcon whether you believe me or not is irrelevant.
I’ve stared into the dark heart of society and seen it for what it is. It is why I can look at men like you and draw up conclusions.
I’ve seen your type before.
You claim you do this for the fans, that money doesn’t matter and that you have given your life for this business. Yet, as you said yourself, it is your job. You do it because you get paid to do it Falcon, let’s not start to pretend your some sort of moral compass.
Maybe you don’t ask for more money, but do you ask where it comes from? Have you ever sat down and thought about why this company can afford to make such lucrative offers to you that you oh so graciously reject? Have you ever cared that the men who pay you are ripping off the legions of people you claim to represent and live to entertain?
The fact that you do nothing about it makes you as culpable as them. Just because you don’t pull the trigger doesn’t mean your finger prints aren’t all over the evidence Falcon.
You’re right about one thing though, you can’t just expect things to change by sitting there and talking about it. You can’t just walk in and start telling everybody what you think and expect things to somehow become better. That is what separates me from you Falcon.
You say that you were part of the movement that tackled the corrupt men in this business. Perhaps you were, but yet here we are today. This company is corrupt to the core; it exploits its customers and lies to their faces.
Yet you do nothing but dispense praise to those who show you respect without question and make bold claims about men like me not knowing what we are talking about because we have the balls to stand up to you and tell you what we really think.
You do nothing to help those fans you care so much about, you just let Leonard Fox and friends piss all over their good will and make their fortune to pay your wages.
What makes me different Falcon is that I do make bold claims, I do claim to have an answer and I do claim that I will realise my dreams but I plan on backing them up and have done since day one. I said I would be X-Champion, and lo and behold I am. I said I would start to make people stand up and take notice of me and I have done. I said I’d start making my voice heard, and last week I did.
I am not all talk Falcon, I back up everything I say and I do it week in, week out. You can claim whatever you like about me; I do not live for your praise or for Leonard’s dollars. I do what I do because I know I have what it takes to make real changes around here. Not just temporary ones either, something you’d know all about.
I do what I do, because I can. I say what I do because I can back it up.
I will see you on Sunday Falcon, you and your momentum.
Viva La Révolution.
So Rocky, you seem well prepared for this match this week. That is a lot of gym work you are showcasing to the world there, are you compensating for something? Talent perhaps?
I was going to spend my time asking why you seem so intent on flexing your abs in some vain attempt to be Steve Awesome rather than addressing your opponents with Mr Miyagi over there but it would appear that you actually do have some fight in you. Bravo Nathan.
More specifically it seems that you have decided to have a pop at me, perhaps to be expected considering you seem to think you have what it takes to make the step up and take this belt from me.
Oh excuse me for a minute whilst I literally laugh myself to death.
-------------------
There. That’s much better.
For a man who spent the first half of the week filming some sort of fitness video you sure have some nerve to think you can take a shot at me. You do realise that you film those at the end of your career when your short on cash right?
I am glad you are confident Nathan, I much prefer knocking the belief out of a person than fighting deluded and broken messes like Todd Williams, but it is misguided. You may well beat Xander, Jonas and Simon this weekend but the fact is that beating that triumvirate of mediocrity pales in comparison to the challenge you will face should you be “lucky” enough to line up opposite me at Picture Perfect.
You see, you’re just like everybody else who I face, the cheap “long winded” jibes are getting somewhat tiresome considering the hot air that comes out of the majority of the men who spew it at me. They all walk in and take the same dull and tired little shots at me as if they are somehow original and they all profess their belief that I am in some way inferior to them.
Yet here I am, still X-Champion and more and more recognised as the rising talent in this company, even if it is said through gritted teeth.
If you really think that you have what it takes to rip this belt from my grip Nathan then by all means come and have a go. The fact is you’ve done nothing of note in this company to suggest that I should worry about you, hell when I don’t worry about the 2011 Gladiator why do you think I’d worry about you?
There is as much chance of you kicking my teeth down my throat as there is of Kelly Knite actually saying something positive about the Young Guns without an AK-47 in her back.
The fact is that should you and I face up I will knock some respect into you the hard way. You can run your mouth all you like but I will shove everything you have to say straight back down there and let’s be honest it will probably be some of the following.
- I am longwinded/boring etc
- I don’t deserve to be where I am.
- The Young Guns suck.
- I am deluded.
If you do win Webb, here is a tip.
Try to break the mould or else it’ll be a long week of tedious promos with content I can predict from a mile off. If I am going to kick your head in Nathan we could at least make it a little be entertaining for everybody else watching.
Or of course you could just copy everybody else. That seems to be a pretty popular option around these parts.
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Act V – Just another Daye
Well, if it isn’t Falcon Lite with an actual personality. The likable half of BirdDaye, if only due to the fact that you’re actually interesting to watch, unlike your snore inducing partner, or trainer…or whatever the hell he is these days.
You’re a smart man Simon, yet clearly you don’t take yourself too seriously. It is an admirable trait when I sift through the egomaniacs and the frankly deluded “talent” this company employs. If I was you, I’d take any chance I could get to have a shot at a belt in this company. I understand exactly why you are in this match. What I don’t understand is why you’d want to put yourself in a position to have all this promise eradicated in a single night.
This match is going to be a cake walk in comparison to what will happen at Picture Perfect. You’re in the ring with ability abortions like Xander and Potter, men who have little going for them other than an impressive family tree and a doctorate. Men who may well hurt you, but will never break you.
Winning this match will put you in a position to take a shot at me and that is a completely different proposition. I am not a giant with a decent right hook but little else. I am not a mentally disturbed Doctor who has decided to try his hand at wrestling. I am not a roided up fitness freak with a pretty bad ass surname.
I am the X-Champion.
I have already done what you all aim to do. I have already broken a man to rip this belt out of his clutches and watch him disappear into a pit of despair and frankly hilarious emotional reboots. I have defended my belt, draw or not.
Sure, you could make a case for any four of you taking this belt for me, because let’s face it the internet smarks have absolutely sod all else to do. You could make predictions that whichever one of you four wins are “destined” to take this belt from me and slap me back to reality. You could use tea leaves to asks the Gods for an answer I suppose.
The only problem is that all this match will achieve is another name for me to put away. It will just offer up another sacrifice for me to send straight back to which dank ****hole they crawled out of. There is no chance any of you men will defeat me for this title, you’re fighting one another for a lost cause.
If you do manage to win this week Daye, perhaps you can take a lesson from your mentor in exactly what I do to my opponents. At least he’d prepare you for the inevitable beat down you will suffer if you do manage to earn a shot at me, because the three of your opponents combined cannot prepare you for what you face at Picture Perfect and neither can Falcon.
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Act VI – More Blah’s than a Ke$ha single.
Wow, I have to hand it to you Falcon you sure do like to keep things original.
Cue a long tirade about how I don’t know about this business, that I am stupid, that I don’t know what I am doing and how you are the be all and end all of life, death and everything.
Cut the bull**** Falcon.
For a man who likes to insinuate I am patronising and all talk, you sure aren’t above being demeaning yourself. For a man who likes to claim I don’t know what I am talking about, you seem to like to make a hell of a lot of presumptions about me. For a man who claims to set the highest standards, you sure do talk a lot of crap.
Say what you want about me Falcon, because much like the façade you put on about giving a crap about the fans it is all a big lie.
I know plenty about this business, I aren’t some factory produced jackass from the NCW training camp thrown into the water with the big boys much too soon. I aren’t a man with zero life experience who just waltzed on in here thinking I ruled the joint and know everything there is to know about life. I am not some washed up old veteran looking for one last payday.
I have thrown myself off the same ladders you have, in dank ****holes filled with redneck Neanderthals baying for blood. I have bled in America, Europe and Japan to earn the mythological stripes you hear people prattle on about relentlessly. I have broken bones, torn muscles and ruptured organs just to earn a bit of money. I have done my time in the squalid shantytowns to earn my chance to be here. I have seen all the dark sides of this business tenfold, the corruption, the backstabbing and the politicking. I have been hurt and inflicted pain on others that you cannot imagine, all in the name of “the business”.
As much as it may pain you to realise, I am not just some rookie with no experience who has walked in here and started shouting my mouth off.
I know plenty about what goes in inside that ring and out of it. I have seen it. I have also seen the cold hard realities of everyday life. I have seen men blow holes in their head because they can’t take hiding from the law any longer. I have seen women slit their wrists because they can’t take the memories of what the cold hearted bastards I chased did to them. I have lived Falcon whether you believe me or not is irrelevant.
I’ve stared into the dark heart of society and seen it for what it is. It is why I can look at men like you and draw up conclusions.
I’ve seen your type before.
You claim you do this for the fans, that money doesn’t matter and that you have given your life for this business. Yet, as you said yourself, it is your job. You do it because you get paid to do it Falcon, let’s not start to pretend your some sort of moral compass.
Maybe you don’t ask for more money, but do you ask where it comes from? Have you ever sat down and thought about why this company can afford to make such lucrative offers to you that you oh so graciously reject? Have you ever cared that the men who pay you are ripping off the legions of people you claim to represent and live to entertain?
The fact that you do nothing about it makes you as culpable as them. Just because you don’t pull the trigger doesn’t mean your finger prints aren’t all over the evidence Falcon.
You’re right about one thing though, you can’t just expect things to change by sitting there and talking about it. You can’t just walk in and start telling everybody what you think and expect things to somehow become better. That is what separates me from you Falcon.
You say that you were part of the movement that tackled the corrupt men in this business. Perhaps you were, but yet here we are today. This company is corrupt to the core; it exploits its customers and lies to their faces.
Yet you do nothing but dispense praise to those who show you respect without question and make bold claims about men like me not knowing what we are talking about because we have the balls to stand up to you and tell you what we really think.
You do nothing to help those fans you care so much about, you just let Leonard Fox and friends piss all over their good will and make their fortune to pay your wages.
What makes me different Falcon is that I do make bold claims, I do claim to have an answer and I do claim that I will realise my dreams but I plan on backing them up and have done since day one. I said I would be X-Champion, and lo and behold I am. I said I would start to make people stand up and take notice of me and I have done. I said I’d start making my voice heard, and last week I did.
I am not all talk Falcon, I back up everything I say and I do it week in, week out. You can claim whatever you like about me; I do not live for your praise or for Leonard’s dollars. I do what I do because I know I have what it takes to make real changes around here. Not just temporary ones either, something you’d know all about.
I do what I do, because I can. I say what I do because I can back it up.
I will see you on Sunday Falcon, you and your momentum.
Viva La Révolution.