Post by Ricky Johnson on Aug 23, 2011 4:06:12 GMT -6
So, you having a good time with him?
Are you watching him work out? Impressed with his abs are you? I hope you understand what the consequences are when this is all over. You and I are going to have a serious chat about your actions.
How could you do this to me?
I am this close to attaining the goal of my career, and my own wife thinks it's the perfect opportunity to spoil everything. Classy, Rox, real classy. After all I've done for you, this is how you repay me? You should be ashamed of yourself. All our history means nothing to you? Our past? Our future? All of it down the tubes because you've had some sudden attack of conscience?
Don't you remember?
When you were almost killed by a bugler, who came to your aid? Mr. When you were shot, and lost our child, who was there? Me. When you were kidnapped and presumed DEAD, who never gave up on you, and came to get you? ME! I did everything for you. Was Steve there ANY of those times? No. He didn't even know your name. He was probably thinking more about your bra size than who you were.
But I guess that's all changed now isn't it? You two are just best buddies now aren't you? Steve and Roxi, like two peas in a pod. I hope you enjoy this, because I will have the last laugh. If you wish to join the losing side, be my guest.
I mean,do you have any idea what you're doing? What you've done?
You've taken his side, over me? Why because you feel you need to be the voice of reason. You play to my sympathetic side one week, then you...cheap shot me from behind the next? You are playing your part so well. You honestly expect me to believe that there is NO conspiracy now? My own wife turns against me, and sides with the biggest puppet in this entire company.
Nope. No conspiracy here. Please.
You need to remember Roxi.
For now, I'm done with you, but make no mistake, you are fair game now, you made it this way, do not make any excuses when this all backfires on you.
Speaking of remembering...
Steven. I want you to remember. I'll help you out:
Saturday, February 13th, 2010.
No? How about this:
Sunday, Sepetember 12th, 2010.
Still nothing?
Okay:
Sunday, August 28th, 2011.
Give up?
You don't remember those three dates Steve? Those were the times we wrestled one on one.
And the three times you lost.
Oh, I know you've cleverly figured out that the last date is this Sunday. But it will not change. I will defeat you for the World Championship, that are finally man enough to defend against me. Bravo, sir. You showed a shred of courage. It still won't save you from Sunday. All the courage you can muster isn't going to help you. SHE, cannot help you. Not enough to make a difference.
As I hear you speak, the words still have that machismo they always did, but there is something else in your voice now. Something new. So that rules out bull****. But nevertheless, there is something different.
I think it's called...Fear.
Yes, every word you speak is just THICK with it. You're doing everything you can to cover it up, but alas, it still seeps through. And it's not just in your words, Steve. No, it's practically written on your forehead. It's in your heart, and your eyes. Covering them with cool-guy shades doesn't make it go away. I'm surprised it hasn't broken right through the lenses on those glasses.
Wait...
What's that I'm sensing? Anger. Yes, I've touched a nerve haven't I Steve? Are you going to tell everyone in your next snore-fest of a promo that you're going to prove me wrong? That's your going to prove to everyone that you deserve everything? That you've earned everything? And, are you going to do it a super-serious tone? Or maybe you decide to go funny and humorous on me. Oh, I so love those.
Not that it matters. Because it's a lie.
I wonder what kind of man can honestly look at himself in the mirror and say he deserves it when he's been hand-picked for success, and didn't have to earn anything. How can that man live with himself? Knowing full well everything about him is a fraud, and a joke. Did you watch "The Wizard of Oz" one too many times Steve? Did you wake up one day and decide that THAT is how you wanted to be? I'm sure they were all too eager to help weren't they? Well, mission accomplished Steve, you are now officially the man behind the curtain.
Oh yes, you EARNED that.
Tell you what, I'll give you a nice topic to talk about next time: Tell me, Since you've earned it, why are you the "Face of the Franchise?"
I'll even brainstorm with you. Ready?
No, You can't tell me it's because you're World Champion. Or National Champion. Or Tag Champion. Lots of guys have done that. Better than you, I might add.
Hmm, what else?
Oh, is it because you have a six-pack of abs? No, that's can't be it.
Wait, it's because you've spread just about every STD known to man around the locker room, right?
Nah, although I'm sure you're proud of that.
Is it the whole "I'm a man-whore" thing you do?
I got it, it's because you play the role of puppy-dog ass-kisser so well isn't it?
Well, that was my best guess. You know, this is hard. I really can't find anything that makes you the "Face of the Franchise" other than that last one.
Oh Well, I'm sure you'll come up with something.
It will be really convincing too.
I'll be waiting with faded breath..
Let's move on. We've got more things to talk about.
What was that?
Did I hear you suck your teeth?
Upset? Good. You brought this all on yourself. You could have done this the easy way, but nope. This is what you wanted. And now, this is what happens to pretenders. Thanks to me you are getting exactly what you deserve. A reality check. The facade you've been getting away with for your entire career here? All of it is over. You built it, and I am tearing it down.
And you have no one to blame but yourself.
Well, you can blame them.
But you won't. Not you, Steve. No, your pride won't allow it. You see this as a personal attack don't you? You must think I singled you out of the handful of underlings around here. Figured I waiting until you won the world title to spring my trap into action. But that's not true. Although you do get an obscene amount of title shots, would be easy to plan it like that. But still, not true. It wouldn't matter if it were you, or Rob Diamond or anyone else who's part of this little gang. The result would have been the same: A full scale assault.
Although I must admit, you make for such an easy target.
Everything about you just screams: "look at me, I'm the biggest douchebag the world have even known"
And really, that about sums you up doesn't it?
But I'm not one for name-calling. I'm sure as you sit there watching, you're thinking of a few choice words to call me.
Something like "Loser, or "Nobody". Or something along those lines, You're probably rehearsing what you're going to say in the mirror.
Question is, is it me you're talking to? or the man in the mirror?
No, no I'm sure you'll come up with something amusing. That's what you do. You need to. You have the entertain those who still buy your line of bull****. You need to give them something to smile about. Something to cheer for. You know, there is a profession like that. Maybe you've heard of it:
Clown.
Yes. You are the clown. So go ahead, make me laugh clown. I need to be amused. I'm ready to be entertained. Dance. Sing. Make with the ha-ha's Clown. Tell me a funny joke. Need help? Tell me you're going to win on Sunday. Go ahead. It's what you do. But right now, you're not amusing me. I have no hope. I don't buy your crap anymore.
On the plus side, I am laughing.
Just not the way you intended.
But before you go, before you put on the make-up and false bravado and humiliate yourself with bold threats and hollow words that YOU don't even believe..there's one more thing I want you to remember.
"C-R-Y-V-I-T-O"
You remember those letters?
Do you remember what they stood for?
Wait, who am I kidding? of course you don't.
Well, let me explain these letters.
Not only is it an acronym...it's an anagram.
Those words too big for you Clown? I know intelligence was never your strong suit. I'll simplify it.
I promise Vengeance for your Ignorance and part in the Conspiracy. Time has changed so I will do the Opposite and take my Revenge on You.
Or "Victory".
That's what matters to me. Victory. At all costs. If my wife is to be casualty, so be it. I will sacrifice anything and everything to expose you and your kind and take what I deserve. No more hiding, no more coddling. the clock is about to strike midnight on your story. I will take the man behind the curtain and show him to the world on Sunday.
Remember that. Remember it well, "Champ".
I'll leave you alone for now, but just so you know, I'm a LONG way from finished with you. I'm just getting started.
Think of this as me reloading. And I got plenty of ammo. This is your chance to come back with something. Or not.
Either way, the "Complete Destruction of Steve Awesome" is well underway.
And that's the truth.
Are you watching him work out? Impressed with his abs are you? I hope you understand what the consequences are when this is all over. You and I are going to have a serious chat about your actions.
How could you do this to me?
I am this close to attaining the goal of my career, and my own wife thinks it's the perfect opportunity to spoil everything. Classy, Rox, real classy. After all I've done for you, this is how you repay me? You should be ashamed of yourself. All our history means nothing to you? Our past? Our future? All of it down the tubes because you've had some sudden attack of conscience?
Don't you remember?
When you were almost killed by a bugler, who came to your aid? Mr. When you were shot, and lost our child, who was there? Me. When you were kidnapped and presumed DEAD, who never gave up on you, and came to get you? ME! I did everything for you. Was Steve there ANY of those times? No. He didn't even know your name. He was probably thinking more about your bra size than who you were.
But I guess that's all changed now isn't it? You two are just best buddies now aren't you? Steve and Roxi, like two peas in a pod. I hope you enjoy this, because I will have the last laugh. If you wish to join the losing side, be my guest.
I mean,do you have any idea what you're doing? What you've done?
You've taken his side, over me? Why because you feel you need to be the voice of reason. You play to my sympathetic side one week, then you...cheap shot me from behind the next? You are playing your part so well. You honestly expect me to believe that there is NO conspiracy now? My own wife turns against me, and sides with the biggest puppet in this entire company.
Nope. No conspiracy here. Please.
You need to remember Roxi.
For now, I'm done with you, but make no mistake, you are fair game now, you made it this way, do not make any excuses when this all backfires on you.
Speaking of remembering...
Steven. I want you to remember. I'll help you out:
Saturday, February 13th, 2010.
No? How about this:
Sunday, Sepetember 12th, 2010.
Still nothing?
Okay:
Sunday, August 28th, 2011.
Give up?
You don't remember those three dates Steve? Those were the times we wrestled one on one.
And the three times you lost.
Oh, I know you've cleverly figured out that the last date is this Sunday. But it will not change. I will defeat you for the World Championship, that are finally man enough to defend against me. Bravo, sir. You showed a shred of courage. It still won't save you from Sunday. All the courage you can muster isn't going to help you. SHE, cannot help you. Not enough to make a difference.
As I hear you speak, the words still have that machismo they always did, but there is something else in your voice now. Something new. So that rules out bull****. But nevertheless, there is something different.
I think it's called...Fear.
Yes, every word you speak is just THICK with it. You're doing everything you can to cover it up, but alas, it still seeps through. And it's not just in your words, Steve. No, it's practically written on your forehead. It's in your heart, and your eyes. Covering them with cool-guy shades doesn't make it go away. I'm surprised it hasn't broken right through the lenses on those glasses.
Wait...
What's that I'm sensing? Anger. Yes, I've touched a nerve haven't I Steve? Are you going to tell everyone in your next snore-fest of a promo that you're going to prove me wrong? That's your going to prove to everyone that you deserve everything? That you've earned everything? And, are you going to do it a super-serious tone? Or maybe you decide to go funny and humorous on me. Oh, I so love those.
Not that it matters. Because it's a lie.
I wonder what kind of man can honestly look at himself in the mirror and say he deserves it when he's been hand-picked for success, and didn't have to earn anything. How can that man live with himself? Knowing full well everything about him is a fraud, and a joke. Did you watch "The Wizard of Oz" one too many times Steve? Did you wake up one day and decide that THAT is how you wanted to be? I'm sure they were all too eager to help weren't they? Well, mission accomplished Steve, you are now officially the man behind the curtain.
Oh yes, you EARNED that.
Tell you what, I'll give you a nice topic to talk about next time: Tell me, Since you've earned it, why are you the "Face of the Franchise?"
I'll even brainstorm with you. Ready?
No, You can't tell me it's because you're World Champion. Or National Champion. Or Tag Champion. Lots of guys have done that. Better than you, I might add.
Hmm, what else?
Oh, is it because you have a six-pack of abs? No, that's can't be it.
Wait, it's because you've spread just about every STD known to man around the locker room, right?
Nah, although I'm sure you're proud of that.
Is it the whole "I'm a man-whore" thing you do?
I got it, it's because you play the role of puppy-dog ass-kisser so well isn't it?
Well, that was my best guess. You know, this is hard. I really can't find anything that makes you the "Face of the Franchise" other than that last one.
Oh Well, I'm sure you'll come up with something.
It will be really convincing too.
I'll be waiting with faded breath..
Let's move on. We've got more things to talk about.
What was that?
Did I hear you suck your teeth?
Upset? Good. You brought this all on yourself. You could have done this the easy way, but nope. This is what you wanted. And now, this is what happens to pretenders. Thanks to me you are getting exactly what you deserve. A reality check. The facade you've been getting away with for your entire career here? All of it is over. You built it, and I am tearing it down.
And you have no one to blame but yourself.
Well, you can blame them.
But you won't. Not you, Steve. No, your pride won't allow it. You see this as a personal attack don't you? You must think I singled you out of the handful of underlings around here. Figured I waiting until you won the world title to spring my trap into action. But that's not true. Although you do get an obscene amount of title shots, would be easy to plan it like that. But still, not true. It wouldn't matter if it were you, or Rob Diamond or anyone else who's part of this little gang. The result would have been the same: A full scale assault.
Although I must admit, you make for such an easy target.
Everything about you just screams: "look at me, I'm the biggest douchebag the world have even known"
And really, that about sums you up doesn't it?
But I'm not one for name-calling. I'm sure as you sit there watching, you're thinking of a few choice words to call me.
Something like "Loser, or "Nobody". Or something along those lines, You're probably rehearsing what you're going to say in the mirror.
Question is, is it me you're talking to? or the man in the mirror?
No, no I'm sure you'll come up with something amusing. That's what you do. You need to. You have the entertain those who still buy your line of bull****. You need to give them something to smile about. Something to cheer for. You know, there is a profession like that. Maybe you've heard of it:
Clown.
Yes. You are the clown. So go ahead, make me laugh clown. I need to be amused. I'm ready to be entertained. Dance. Sing. Make with the ha-ha's Clown. Tell me a funny joke. Need help? Tell me you're going to win on Sunday. Go ahead. It's what you do. But right now, you're not amusing me. I have no hope. I don't buy your crap anymore.
On the plus side, I am laughing.
Just not the way you intended.
But before you go, before you put on the make-up and false bravado and humiliate yourself with bold threats and hollow words that YOU don't even believe..there's one more thing I want you to remember.
"C-R-Y-V-I-T-O"
You remember those letters?
Do you remember what they stood for?
Wait, who am I kidding? of course you don't.
Well, let me explain these letters.
Not only is it an acronym...it's an anagram.
Those words too big for you Clown? I know intelligence was never your strong suit. I'll simplify it.
I promise Vengeance for your Ignorance and part in the Conspiracy. Time has changed so I will do the Opposite and take my Revenge on You.
Or "Victory".
That's what matters to me. Victory. At all costs. If my wife is to be casualty, so be it. I will sacrifice anything and everything to expose you and your kind and take what I deserve. No more hiding, no more coddling. the clock is about to strike midnight on your story. I will take the man behind the curtain and show him to the world on Sunday.
Remember that. Remember it well, "Champ".
I'll leave you alone for now, but just so you know, I'm a LONG way from finished with you. I'm just getting started.
Think of this as me reloading. And I got plenty of ammo. This is your chance to come back with something. Or not.
Either way, the "Complete Destruction of Steve Awesome" is well underway.
And that's the truth.