Post by adm on Jul 26, 2011 9:49:06 GMT -6
It's not wise to violate rules until you know how to observe them.
T. S. Eliot
Bravo, Bob Pooler. Bravo. Seriously, I am very impressed with the lengths at which you have gone to try and cut me down, even going so far as to sabotaging a match where we are supposed to team up to give the loser Locke brothers their first win in nCw. Why thank you, so very much, Mr. Pooler. Thank you for all you've done to help me understand what an insignificant young little prick you are.
Now, I know you probably expect me to go on and on about how upset I am for you calling me out on my woman-beating in the past. But no, I'm above that. I'm sorry, but you can't protect ANYONE from me, especially yourself. I can hit whoever, it's not like I'm going to go to jail for it. I mean, Roxxie deserved to get hit, she, just like the other one, deserved to be hit for simply getting in the way. Now there is no way for you to escape, Pooler. You can't hide behind women, the Lockes, your near victory over Mr. Everyman, your kick to my teeth after I was already beaten by Doc, there are no cheap shots when it's one-on-one in Honor rules.
Well, there is something to this first little definition, isn't there, Mr. Pooler. Fairness, integrity in actions and beliefs. Well within the confines of this match, so long as the referee is conscious, we both are only allowed one rope break, which means if I get you in any of my submission holds, you only get ONE chance to save yourself, so use it wisely. There is also a DQ and Count Out clause, so if I do not come into the ring fast enough, or am using weapons, well...I lose and you get the belt. Isn't that lovely for YOU, the funny thing is...I wouldn't put it past your Dishonorable self to use a weapon on yourself and make it seem like it was me to win the belt. Also, unfortunately for both of us, we are only allowed the count of five to re-enter the ring. I know you probably have poured over these rules to find some way to cheat, or otherwise disregard them. The funny thing is, the only way I can think of, is either to knock out the ref like Spike and Gardener did, or...well...you can always attack me before the match even begins. But that's not very fair, honorable, or righteous, is it? But then again, I wouldn't be above doing either of those myself either. Just makes you wonder who up in the office has any clue about why this title exists anymore, doesn't it?
Well...Mr. Pooler, don't you have this one covered. You feel a credit to your name, Bob Pooler. I mean, you even go so far to call yourself THE Bob Pooler, as if without that single extra word, you'd be a nobody. In the end, though, Pooler, to me you aren't really a somebody yet. Who in this place have you beaten without my help? I can't recall, you'll have to refresh me, but I doubt it was an nCw Legend in Spike Kane, who I beat so bad he went into a drug binge and then was forced to rehab, and then I beat Nathan Webb, rising star. Not very impressive for you that I also scored the pins and victories for our team before the #1 contender match. Who are you kidding, really. What kind of person thinks that you are distinct, an honor to your family.
I know you can try and turn it around on me, telling me that my only family is a bottle of liquor. Telling me that women have abandoned me, I have no mother/father/etc to be proud of me. Well boo-****ing-hoo for you, I don't give a damn if I have a family. They were all dragging me down, holding me back. You realize, if you go to my history here in nCw, that if it wasn't for my WIFE, I would have held the World Title. She was hospitalized by Kelly Knite, she also cheated on me with Gib. Now...With all that going on, would you be able to focus? No, you wouldn't. My family was a distraction, a place for my enemies to dig up dirt and find ways to dig into me deeper than ever before. I don't need honor from my family, because no matter what you think, people STILL recognize the name Kristoff Liam Bates, but no one will ever remember Bob Pooler.
Respect, something we USED to have for one another, Pooler. Funny, it was respect that was earned by my carrying your ass through tag matches, then beating you to the punch at winning this title. But then the green eyed monster of jealousy came over you. You became jealous, wondering why a fraction of a second was the reason you were where you are, and I am where I am. A fraction of a second, Pooler, it eats you up. Every night, you go to sleep and dream of re-doing that, pinning Everyman just that much sooner. You imagine being the one taken to the ring by Gib, becoming the Honor Champion the same way I did. It eats you, it consumes you. It's like a drug, like an addiction. Funny to me, since you keep calling me an alcoholic and I don't think I've been shown drinking much since I won this belt. How things have changed. They have changed because I have something you don't, I have a passion for this business. I have skill in the ring, technical skill you could never have. I've looked over your list of moves, and they smell like rookie all over them. A bunch of high-flying maneuvers, a bunch of crazy modified versions of things other people do better than you. I wish you'd understand that in a straight wrestling match like this, I'm probably the best man other than Adam Knite in this federation for this. And yet you feel you are honorable, like you deserve this belt.
Funny, I hold a belt I never wanted, yet I DESERVE it because to be honest, I'm, the best damn technical wrestler here in nCw. You can't deny it, nobody can. Even Kelly Knite has said so many times on the air when I wrestle. "Kristoff Liam Bates, arguably one of the best technical wrestlers in nCw." Welcome to MY game, Pooler. You are not going to enjoy this match at all, unless you play dirty, and I expect you to. Just remember, if you play dirty, I'll find a way to play even dirtier. I'm not above sinking to your level, because if you recall the FIRST definition, FAIRNESS is stated. If you sink down low, it is only honorable for me to do the same, to level the playing field.
I'll talk to you again soon. Hopefully this little lesson isn't too much for your feeble uneducated brain to handle. Maybe next time I should use numbers or hex code to further confuse you, or maybe I should just leave the nerdy **** for someone who can understand me. Till then, I hold this title, you don't, and you really don't have a leg to stand on except drudging up my distant past and presumed alcoholism to use against me, while I have you by the balls, just like I did when I carried you through our tag team victories. See you later, hope you keep dreaming of your alternate reality and it eats away at you.
I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.
Kurt Cobain
T. S. Eliot
Bravo, Bob Pooler. Bravo. Seriously, I am very impressed with the lengths at which you have gone to try and cut me down, even going so far as to sabotaging a match where we are supposed to team up to give the loser Locke brothers their first win in nCw. Why thank you, so very much, Mr. Pooler. Thank you for all you've done to help me understand what an insignificant young little prick you are.
Now, I know you probably expect me to go on and on about how upset I am for you calling me out on my woman-beating in the past. But no, I'm above that. I'm sorry, but you can't protect ANYONE from me, especially yourself. I can hit whoever, it's not like I'm going to go to jail for it. I mean, Roxxie deserved to get hit, she, just like the other one, deserved to be hit for simply getting in the way. Now there is no way for you to escape, Pooler. You can't hide behind women, the Lockes, your near victory over Mr. Everyman, your kick to my teeth after I was already beaten by Doc, there are no cheap shots when it's one-on-one in Honor rules.
Honor:–noun
1.
honesty, fairness, or integrity in one's beliefs and actions: a man of honor.
1.
honesty, fairness, or integrity in one's beliefs and actions: a man of honor.
Well, there is something to this first little definition, isn't there, Mr. Pooler. Fairness, integrity in actions and beliefs. Well within the confines of this match, so long as the referee is conscious, we both are only allowed one rope break, which means if I get you in any of my submission holds, you only get ONE chance to save yourself, so use it wisely. There is also a DQ and Count Out clause, so if I do not come into the ring fast enough, or am using weapons, well...I lose and you get the belt. Isn't that lovely for YOU, the funny thing is...I wouldn't put it past your Dishonorable self to use a weapon on yourself and make it seem like it was me to win the belt. Also, unfortunately for both of us, we are only allowed the count of five to re-enter the ring. I know you probably have poured over these rules to find some way to cheat, or otherwise disregard them. The funny thing is, the only way I can think of, is either to knock out the ref like Spike and Gardener did, or...well...you can always attack me before the match even begins. But that's not very fair, honorable, or righteous, is it? But then again, I wouldn't be above doing either of those myself either. Just makes you wonder who up in the office has any clue about why this title exists anymore, doesn't it?
2.
a source of credit or distinction: to be an honor to one's family.
a source of credit or distinction: to be an honor to one's family.
Well...Mr. Pooler, don't you have this one covered. You feel a credit to your name, Bob Pooler. I mean, you even go so far to call yourself THE Bob Pooler, as if without that single extra word, you'd be a nobody. In the end, though, Pooler, to me you aren't really a somebody yet. Who in this place have you beaten without my help? I can't recall, you'll have to refresh me, but I doubt it was an nCw Legend in Spike Kane, who I beat so bad he went into a drug binge and then was forced to rehab, and then I beat Nathan Webb, rising star. Not very impressive for you that I also scored the pins and victories for our team before the #1 contender match. Who are you kidding, really. What kind of person thinks that you are distinct, an honor to your family.
I know you can try and turn it around on me, telling me that my only family is a bottle of liquor. Telling me that women have abandoned me, I have no mother/father/etc to be proud of me. Well boo-****ing-hoo for you, I don't give a damn if I have a family. They were all dragging me down, holding me back. You realize, if you go to my history here in nCw, that if it wasn't for my WIFE, I would have held the World Title. She was hospitalized by Kelly Knite, she also cheated on me with Gib. Now...With all that going on, would you be able to focus? No, you wouldn't. My family was a distraction, a place for my enemies to dig up dirt and find ways to dig into me deeper than ever before. I don't need honor from my family, because no matter what you think, people STILL recognize the name Kristoff Liam Bates, but no one will ever remember Bob Pooler.
3.
high respect, as for worth, merit, or rank: to be held in honor.
high respect, as for worth, merit, or rank: to be held in honor.
Respect, something we USED to have for one another, Pooler. Funny, it was respect that was earned by my carrying your ass through tag matches, then beating you to the punch at winning this title. But then the green eyed monster of jealousy came over you. You became jealous, wondering why a fraction of a second was the reason you were where you are, and I am where I am. A fraction of a second, Pooler, it eats you up. Every night, you go to sleep and dream of re-doing that, pinning Everyman just that much sooner. You imagine being the one taken to the ring by Gib, becoming the Honor Champion the same way I did. It eats you, it consumes you. It's like a drug, like an addiction. Funny to me, since you keep calling me an alcoholic and I don't think I've been shown drinking much since I won this belt. How things have changed. They have changed because I have something you don't, I have a passion for this business. I have skill in the ring, technical skill you could never have. I've looked over your list of moves, and they smell like rookie all over them. A bunch of high-flying maneuvers, a bunch of crazy modified versions of things other people do better than you. I wish you'd understand that in a straight wrestling match like this, I'm probably the best man other than Adam Knite in this federation for this. And yet you feel you are honorable, like you deserve this belt.
Funny, I hold a belt I never wanted, yet I DESERVE it because to be honest, I'm, the best damn technical wrestler here in nCw. You can't deny it, nobody can. Even Kelly Knite has said so many times on the air when I wrestle. "Kristoff Liam Bates, arguably one of the best technical wrestlers in nCw." Welcome to MY game, Pooler. You are not going to enjoy this match at all, unless you play dirty, and I expect you to. Just remember, if you play dirty, I'll find a way to play even dirtier. I'm not above sinking to your level, because if you recall the FIRST definition, FAIRNESS is stated. If you sink down low, it is only honorable for me to do the same, to level the playing field.
I'll talk to you again soon. Hopefully this little lesson isn't too much for your feeble uneducated brain to handle. Maybe next time I should use numbers or hex code to further confuse you, or maybe I should just leave the nerdy **** for someone who can understand me. Till then, I hold this title, you don't, and you really don't have a leg to stand on except drudging up my distant past and presumed alcoholism to use against me, while I have you by the balls, just like I did when I carried you through our tag team victories. See you later, hope you keep dreaming of your alternate reality and it eats away at you.
I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.
Kurt Cobain