Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2012 14:53:17 GMT -6
So, it’s just you and me, Kelly’s Avenging Sword of Idiocy against the Kingmaker, the God Botherer against the Fist of Florence, the Hammer of the Lesser Breasted Fox against….
Yeah you get the picture.
Only, it won’t just be you and me will it, Curtis? You’ll have your little metal friend over there and I will bring the greatest weapon I possess. Here’s a clue, it occupies the space between my ears, you haven’t communicated with yours in years and Kelly has a much more sizeable asset occupying that spot than anything she stuffs in her bra.
You can swing that little toothpick of yours all you like Curtis, because you’re all brawn, no brains. Me? I am all brains and plenty of brawn and that is what separates us. Well, that and a firm grasp of reality.
You think that you have this little arsenal of ingenuity when it comes to inflicting physical pain on another human being but the fact is Curtis that no matter what you think you are capable of, I am much, much more devious. Kelly seems to think that she has thrown me into her little pet’s playground where I will find myself beaten to a blood pulp, only she is misguided in her faith in you.
I know you have faith in yourself, I know you think that God will help you overcome the twenty minutes we spend together but the fact is not even He can save you this weekend. There is a reason, Curtis, that I do not have a reputation in NCW of being an excessively brutal man and that is because I have never been placed in a position where I can use a weapon freely.
Oh sure, I have stepped into the mouth of hell and gone toe to toe with monsters like Lex Sense and Xander Famularo but I have never been given free reign over what I am allowed to do to my opponent. This weekend Kelly Fox has taken off the shackles, only she likes to think they are yours.
She’s wrong.
If this was a few months ago Curtis, I’d walk down there, give as good as I got and win the honourable way. Now, I am quite content to fight dirty and Kelly has just opened the door to the candy shop by taking away all the boundaries and this weekend, I intend to enjoy myself. Just beating you isn’t going to be enough, no. I am going to use you to send our benevolent leader a message that will make her sit a little less comfortably atop her ivory tower.
You are the perfect instrument to get my message across, Curtis. Your big, strong and one tough son of a bitch and I know that you can take a beating like perhaps no other in this federation. All that means is that I am going to have to get a little inventive this weekend, you can bring your hammer and your God and I will bring the only weapon I need.
Myself.
You are nothing but a vessel for divine retribution Curtis, be it Kelly’s or God’s. I am so much more than that, I am a leviathan scorned by the snake which has assumed the mantle as head of this country and puppet master of those who used to be feared and respected.
Kelly Fox made me look like I was disposable trash who she could toss aside once I’d served my purpose to her.
It is about time she paid the price for her mistakes.
Oh Kelly, you need to learn to walk before you can swim.
This little “thing” that is going on between us isn’t going to end pleasantly, I know you can see nothing but the silver lining where you mount my lifeless skull to your wall alongside the rest of the roster you have decided don’t measure up to your ideals but the reality is that you are playing with fire and you are going to get burned.
All these puppets you have to do your bidding?
They are temporary Kelly.
You already **** on everybody who put you in power and whilst I appreciate the roster is quite sizeable, you’re going run out of credible goons to do your dirty work for you. Xander and Not-Zelda will eventually break free from your little circus, probably when you throw your ego around, and whilst Curtis is playing the dutiful little lapdog oh so very well, he will be indisposed after this weekend.
So who is going to save you when everybody else has abandoned you?
Adam? He can waltz around here calling himself the King and live off his past all he likes but the guy resorted to pulling my tights with a cheap roll up pin in a match officiated by a man with a permanent grudge, his bark is much worse than his bite.
Gib? He’ll drop you like a bad smell after what you’ve done to his children.
The list gets pretty thin, doesn’t it Kelly? Once you’ve trodden on the roster you’ll be left with absolutely nobody who can stand between you and me and you just seem to be intent on pissing me off.
I am well prepared to play the long game Fox and just wait until you’ve pissed off everybody who’d consider protecting you. Every little “challenge” you throw in my way, every time you try to screw me, I’ll not be forgetting any of it any time soon. Before I wanted to save NCW, now I am quite content to watch it burn because it isn’t worth saving.
Your father built this company from the ground up with an iron fist and you are playing fast and loose with his legacy, and for what?
To prove a point?
To punish me for some non-existent indiscretion?
Just because you can?
Whatever the reason Kelly, you will live to regret it. I don’t need your money, in fact the cheques Curtis eloquently mentions barely cover my living expenses because I let you get away with not fulfilling your obligations to incrementally increase my wages dependant on my performances when I was doing your leg work so frankly if NCW goes pop I really don’t care. Just like you, my mummy and daddy, God rest their souls, built an empire and left me the profits.
If New Championship Wrestling ceases to exist because you want to push this disagreement too far I won’t bat an eye lid, the rest of the roster will just slither off to whatever ****hole will have them and we’ll all forget this place ever existed.
But you? You will lose everything that makes you special. The Foxs are wrestling icons, without this play toy you are nothing yet you seem intent on putting it on the line for no reason other than “proving who is boss”. Outside of here you can stamp your feet all you like, but nobody will give a damn.
The worst that can happen to me is I lose my job and maybe a little of my pride.
Are you willing to suffer your worst case scenario?
Yeah you get the picture.
Only, it won’t just be you and me will it, Curtis? You’ll have your little metal friend over there and I will bring the greatest weapon I possess. Here’s a clue, it occupies the space between my ears, you haven’t communicated with yours in years and Kelly has a much more sizeable asset occupying that spot than anything she stuffs in her bra.
You can swing that little toothpick of yours all you like Curtis, because you’re all brawn, no brains. Me? I am all brains and plenty of brawn and that is what separates us. Well, that and a firm grasp of reality.
You think that you have this little arsenal of ingenuity when it comes to inflicting physical pain on another human being but the fact is Curtis that no matter what you think you are capable of, I am much, much more devious. Kelly seems to think that she has thrown me into her little pet’s playground where I will find myself beaten to a blood pulp, only she is misguided in her faith in you.
I know you have faith in yourself, I know you think that God will help you overcome the twenty minutes we spend together but the fact is not even He can save you this weekend. There is a reason, Curtis, that I do not have a reputation in NCW of being an excessively brutal man and that is because I have never been placed in a position where I can use a weapon freely.
Oh sure, I have stepped into the mouth of hell and gone toe to toe with monsters like Lex Sense and Xander Famularo but I have never been given free reign over what I am allowed to do to my opponent. This weekend Kelly Fox has taken off the shackles, only she likes to think they are yours.
She’s wrong.
If this was a few months ago Curtis, I’d walk down there, give as good as I got and win the honourable way. Now, I am quite content to fight dirty and Kelly has just opened the door to the candy shop by taking away all the boundaries and this weekend, I intend to enjoy myself. Just beating you isn’t going to be enough, no. I am going to use you to send our benevolent leader a message that will make her sit a little less comfortably atop her ivory tower.
You are the perfect instrument to get my message across, Curtis. Your big, strong and one tough son of a bitch and I know that you can take a beating like perhaps no other in this federation. All that means is that I am going to have to get a little inventive this weekend, you can bring your hammer and your God and I will bring the only weapon I need.
Myself.
You are nothing but a vessel for divine retribution Curtis, be it Kelly’s or God’s. I am so much more than that, I am a leviathan scorned by the snake which has assumed the mantle as head of this country and puppet master of those who used to be feared and respected.
Kelly Fox made me look like I was disposable trash who she could toss aside once I’d served my purpose to her.
It is about time she paid the price for her mistakes.
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Home Depot……really? That’s a tad overkill isn’t?
Well you do keep telling me I should install a bookshelf in our bedroom.
Yes, but I don’t think I can put my copy of Lord of the Rings on a shelf construct with the items on this list.
What are you talking about?
Hannah raises the list and take a deep breath.
Hammer, feasible, nails, again makes sense, thumbtacks, a hacksaw, duct tape, barbed wire, circular saw, nail gun, two by four, clamps, a wrench, a multi-purpose sander, steel pipe, air compressor, cordless drill, barbeque fork and I quote “a bigger hammer than Curtis” is pushing it a little.
It’s a little ambitious for our project I concede.
It sounds like Lex Sense’s BDSM kit.
It does-…..wait, what?
Megan cornered my once. I learnt….things.
I….I don’t think I really want to know, I have to share a locker room with the guy. I can barely look him in the eye as it is.
I don’t think she spent much time looking in his eyes either….well, maybe one….
Yeah, yeah, ok I get the point. Fine, I will scratch off the barbeque fork and air compressor.
That wasn’t quite what I was getting at….
Fine, the duct tape can go too.
*Sigh* Just remember they might report your purchase of a murder kit to the FBI.
Wait…you think this is for Curtis?
Well, yes?
What gave you that impression? I just wanted to get something manly to outweigh the girly crap you and Jessica keep leaving in my house.
Honestly? The hammer envy….
Hey, I do not have hammer envy.
Whatever you say.
You don’t seem to complain when I “hammer” you.
And I never will…..unless you start whipping out the sander and cordless drill mid-coitus.
Noted.
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Home Depot……really? That’s a tad overkill isn’t?
Well you do keep telling me I should install a bookshelf in our bedroom.
Yes, but I don’t think I can put my copy of Lord of the Rings on a shelf construct with the items on this list.
What are you talking about?
Hannah raises the list and take a deep breath.
Hammer, feasible, nails, again makes sense, thumbtacks, a hacksaw, duct tape, barbed wire, circular saw, nail gun, two by four, clamps, a wrench, a multi-purpose sander, steel pipe, air compressor, cordless drill, barbeque fork and I quote “a bigger hammer than Curtis” is pushing it a little.
It’s a little ambitious for our project I concede.
It sounds like Lex Sense’s BDSM kit.
It does-…..wait, what?
Megan cornered my once. I learnt….things.
I….I don’t think I really want to know, I have to share a locker room with the guy. I can barely look him in the eye as it is.
I don’t think she spent much time looking in his eyes either….well, maybe one….
Yeah, yeah, ok I get the point. Fine, I will scratch off the barbeque fork and air compressor.
That wasn’t quite what I was getting at….
Fine, the duct tape can go too.
*Sigh* Just remember they might report your purchase of a murder kit to the FBI.
Wait…you think this is for Curtis?
Well, yes?
What gave you that impression? I just wanted to get something manly to outweigh the girly crap you and Jessica keep leaving in my house.
Honestly? The hammer envy….
Hey, I do not have hammer envy.
Whatever you say.
You don’t seem to complain when I “hammer” you.
And I never will…..unless you start whipping out the sander and cordless drill mid-coitus.
Noted.
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Oh Kelly, you need to learn to walk before you can swim.
This little “thing” that is going on between us isn’t going to end pleasantly, I know you can see nothing but the silver lining where you mount my lifeless skull to your wall alongside the rest of the roster you have decided don’t measure up to your ideals but the reality is that you are playing with fire and you are going to get burned.
All these puppets you have to do your bidding?
They are temporary Kelly.
You already **** on everybody who put you in power and whilst I appreciate the roster is quite sizeable, you’re going run out of credible goons to do your dirty work for you. Xander and Not-Zelda will eventually break free from your little circus, probably when you throw your ego around, and whilst Curtis is playing the dutiful little lapdog oh so very well, he will be indisposed after this weekend.
So who is going to save you when everybody else has abandoned you?
Adam? He can waltz around here calling himself the King and live off his past all he likes but the guy resorted to pulling my tights with a cheap roll up pin in a match officiated by a man with a permanent grudge, his bark is much worse than his bite.
Gib? He’ll drop you like a bad smell after what you’ve done to his children.
The list gets pretty thin, doesn’t it Kelly? Once you’ve trodden on the roster you’ll be left with absolutely nobody who can stand between you and me and you just seem to be intent on pissing me off.
I am well prepared to play the long game Fox and just wait until you’ve pissed off everybody who’d consider protecting you. Every little “challenge” you throw in my way, every time you try to screw me, I’ll not be forgetting any of it any time soon. Before I wanted to save NCW, now I am quite content to watch it burn because it isn’t worth saving.
Your father built this company from the ground up with an iron fist and you are playing fast and loose with his legacy, and for what?
To prove a point?
To punish me for some non-existent indiscretion?
Just because you can?
Whatever the reason Kelly, you will live to regret it. I don’t need your money, in fact the cheques Curtis eloquently mentions barely cover my living expenses because I let you get away with not fulfilling your obligations to incrementally increase my wages dependant on my performances when I was doing your leg work so frankly if NCW goes pop I really don’t care. Just like you, my mummy and daddy, God rest their souls, built an empire and left me the profits.
If New Championship Wrestling ceases to exist because you want to push this disagreement too far I won’t bat an eye lid, the rest of the roster will just slither off to whatever ****hole will have them and we’ll all forget this place ever existed.
But you? You will lose everything that makes you special. The Foxs are wrestling icons, without this play toy you are nothing yet you seem intent on putting it on the line for no reason other than “proving who is boss”. Outside of here you can stamp your feet all you like, but nobody will give a damn.
The worst that can happen to me is I lose my job and maybe a little of my pride.
Are you willing to suffer your worst case scenario?
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You want an answer?
I’ve been waiting.
And you are really prepared to take this as far as it needs to go? There is no backing out later on, if we do this, we are all in.
You know I don’t do things by halves
Then you’ll have the answer you are looking for this weekend. Not a moment sooner, nor a moment later.
I look forward to it.
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You want an answer?
I’ve been waiting.
And you are really prepared to take this as far as it needs to go? There is no backing out later on, if we do this, we are all in.
You know I don’t do things by halves
Then you’ll have the answer you are looking for this weekend. Not a moment sooner, nor a moment later.
I look forward to it.
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