Post by Diamond's Incorporated on Jun 13, 2008 5:58:02 GMT -6
We open up to Rob and Maniac still waiting for Chad Lights. Still sitting in their two chairs. Several bottles of empty water are laying around, and Maniac has taken to smoking in the room, much to Rob's dismay.
"Can you please just go out side?"
"No. I'm sick of this ****. We've been here for three hours, what the hell does Lights have to do that so much more *** damn important than me? I'm Maniac for Christ's sake. Four time PWW World Heavy Weight Champion. Future nCw tag team champion with my little bro Rob. The hell. I'm the highest paid per match talent nCw has, and this freaking two bit interview douche bag is going to make me sit around and wait? You don't make me wait. Ever.
"Come on Chris, let's wait a little bit longer and see if he shows up."
"How about we just do this the old fashioned way?"
"What old fashioned way?"
"Hire some random dude to conduct an interview then beat the hell out of him. Like Angel and Tim Piston."
"I thought Tim Piston hosted some tv show."
"That is strangely only on the air when Angel is on it?"
"Never even noticed."
"I have an idea. A good one..... The Voice."
"What's the Voice?"
"Back in the day I used to have this little into to all my promos of this guy talking trash. We called him the Voice. His name is Clarence and usually follows me around hiding in the back of a production van."
"So you think we should just sit back here and let your "Voice" talk some trash to Falcon and Talon?"
"I think it's a pretty solid plan."
"Will we be able to hear him talk?"
"Yeah, I can have him pipe it in through those speakers that are just off camera."
"Well, it's better than just sitting here, let's go for it."
"Voice, do your worst."
A shudder is felt all through your spine as you know that at any second now the illustrious Voice will make his presence known, and then, well then boys and girls is when all hell breaks loose. You see the Voice is no someone to be taken lightly. He roles with the best because he is the best, and if you think you've heard verbal belittlement from the likes of Maniac, well the Voice taught Maniac how to speak.
Yes, feel it. The fear quaking over. Your shaking in your boots and in your panties, because your kind of strange and you like to wear women's underwear while you watch Maniac promos. By the way, could you please take that wig off, theres no reason to get all in character, no one can see you but me. What's that? How can I see you? That's simple, Binoculars.
But thats off no concern right now. What matters right now is the Voice is about to make his nCw debut, and all of you, all you little squabbling insects are about to be put in your place by the single greatest inner monologue to ever grace the wrestling world. Please try not to crap your pants while you wait. That's both messy and un called for. And hell of a stain to clean out. Here it comes, the time is almost upon us... Any second... Then it it's you... You've been listening to the Voice this whole time.
YES! I am back baby and I am here to tell you exactly how I feel about Falcon and Talon. To tell you exactly how afraid of Maniac and that there guy you should be. I'm here to tell you to just give it up, to walk away, to tell you that you ain't got nothing and when this is all over with and Maniac and that other guy are done kicking your ass that your not even going to be able to get up or move cause your ass is going to hurt real bad like you spent the night in the back seat of a Volkswagen but you didn't you got your ass handed to you by the Greatest of all Time and you learned a valuable lesson about respecting your elders and to never ever **** with the greatness that is my boss and highest paid per appearance wrestler not on the free market, the man, the myth, the *** damn legend, the never ending, endlessly speaking, mind freaking, psycho beating, insect eating, or maybe not, the monster himself, the devil himself, the ass kicker himself, the beast hi
"GET ON WITH IT YOU FAT SON OF A BITCH!"
Jesus... Fine I'll get on with it, ass. Falcon and Talon. The two little biatches. I used to work with you guys back in the Social Enemies. Hey you guys are still doing that huh? Don't you ever get tired of not changing, or advancing your careers in any way? I mean Falcon is still just running around killing himself for nothing, and Talon is playing catch up. The two of you are exactly the dame as you have always been. Must piss of Falcon to not have Ethanol here to romp on, atleast when he had Ethanol to beat on he looked good, because apparently no one else can beat Ethanol. Talon was always hopeless. Just a little clone. I know, you've heard it before, but damn man, if you'd just go and try something different maybe people would stop calling you that. And Angel runs the Enemies now? Great. That prick needs a whole stable of people to feed his ego? Maniac and Rob's sister wasn't enough? That's just ridiculous. And the two of you follow him around like your puppies or something. I gotta tell you, I'm a little disappointed. I had honestly expected more out of Falcon. Like perhaps a world title reign by now, but no. You haven't even won a strap here yet. In fact you gave up your shot for your leader, who has been on a losing streak by the way. Serious, the two of you gotta move on. The Social Enemies are nothing without Maniac, and he's rolling with a new crowd. You see my main Maniac actually went out and made the attempt at growing and evolving. He doesn't still run around in a mask and a jumpsuit beating the **** out of Sprade Rhaynes, you know. His character has gone places, bringing us to where he is now, the next step in his ever growing character. Where as Falcon just sits back and keeps doing the same thing. He'll say if it isn't broken why fix it? I'll tell you why. It may not be broken, but it's not getting the job done. Your still fighting the same style match, cutting the same style promo, wearing the same homo erotic face paint. Seriously, grow up. The Ultimate Warrior sucked fly boy. Just because you jacked his face paint, changed the color and can do a swanton bomb does not make you awesome. It makes you un original and frankly kind of a loser. Then Talon, the dude doesn't even have a gimmick. His gimmick was Falcon Lite, but now he's Falcon Lite that plays poker and has ****ty parts in ****ty movies. Talon, do us a favor and jump off a damn cliff, seriously. Just get it the hell over with. You know? Cause no one really cares about you. Your not even all the important to the Enemies. Angel just has you there to round out the group, the fourth guy you know? Same as you always were. Why don't you just leave so Angel can recruit some real talent like that stupid alien guy, or the British dude. But you, you need to go. This Sunday, my two friends that are sitting there on the screen, smoking and drinking water inside his shirt cause he hates the smell of cigarette smoke, yeah those two guys, their going to beat you into oblivion. Rob is finally going to get that win over Talon that seemingly the entire roster already holds, and Maniac will begin phase one of destroying his old friends. So peace out.
"Peace out?"
What?
"Please come up with a different catch phrase."
"I liked it."
"You like Rush Limbaugh."
Seriously? Wow, that guys is kind of an asshole.
"That's what I've been saying."
"Look, aren't we all entitled to our own political opinions?"
"Only if their the same as mine."
Who are you guys waiting for anyways?
"Please don't get him going again."
"*** damn CHAD LIGHTS!!!!!!"
Fade out.
"Can you please just go out side?"
"No. I'm sick of this ****. We've been here for three hours, what the hell does Lights have to do that so much more *** damn important than me? I'm Maniac for Christ's sake. Four time PWW World Heavy Weight Champion. Future nCw tag team champion with my little bro Rob. The hell. I'm the highest paid per match talent nCw has, and this freaking two bit interview douche bag is going to make me sit around and wait? You don't make me wait. Ever.
"Come on Chris, let's wait a little bit longer and see if he shows up."
"How about we just do this the old fashioned way?"
"What old fashioned way?"
"Hire some random dude to conduct an interview then beat the hell out of him. Like Angel and Tim Piston."
"I thought Tim Piston hosted some tv show."
"That is strangely only on the air when Angel is on it?"
"Never even noticed."
"I have an idea. A good one..... The Voice."
"What's the Voice?"
"Back in the day I used to have this little into to all my promos of this guy talking trash. We called him the Voice. His name is Clarence and usually follows me around hiding in the back of a production van."
"So you think we should just sit back here and let your "Voice" talk some trash to Falcon and Talon?"
"I think it's a pretty solid plan."
"Will we be able to hear him talk?"
"Yeah, I can have him pipe it in through those speakers that are just off camera."
"Well, it's better than just sitting here, let's go for it."
"Voice, do your worst."
A shudder is felt all through your spine as you know that at any second now the illustrious Voice will make his presence known, and then, well then boys and girls is when all hell breaks loose. You see the Voice is no someone to be taken lightly. He roles with the best because he is the best, and if you think you've heard verbal belittlement from the likes of Maniac, well the Voice taught Maniac how to speak.
Yes, feel it. The fear quaking over. Your shaking in your boots and in your panties, because your kind of strange and you like to wear women's underwear while you watch Maniac promos. By the way, could you please take that wig off, theres no reason to get all in character, no one can see you but me. What's that? How can I see you? That's simple, Binoculars.
But thats off no concern right now. What matters right now is the Voice is about to make his nCw debut, and all of you, all you little squabbling insects are about to be put in your place by the single greatest inner monologue to ever grace the wrestling world. Please try not to crap your pants while you wait. That's both messy and un called for. And hell of a stain to clean out. Here it comes, the time is almost upon us... Any second... Then it it's you... You've been listening to the Voice this whole time.
YES! I am back baby and I am here to tell you exactly how I feel about Falcon and Talon. To tell you exactly how afraid of Maniac and that there guy you should be. I'm here to tell you to just give it up, to walk away, to tell you that you ain't got nothing and when this is all over with and Maniac and that other guy are done kicking your ass that your not even going to be able to get up or move cause your ass is going to hurt real bad like you spent the night in the back seat of a Volkswagen but you didn't you got your ass handed to you by the Greatest of all Time and you learned a valuable lesson about respecting your elders and to never ever **** with the greatness that is my boss and highest paid per appearance wrestler not on the free market, the man, the myth, the *** damn legend, the never ending, endlessly speaking, mind freaking, psycho beating, insect eating, or maybe not, the monster himself, the devil himself, the ass kicker himself, the beast hi
"GET ON WITH IT YOU FAT SON OF A BITCH!"
Jesus... Fine I'll get on with it, ass. Falcon and Talon. The two little biatches. I used to work with you guys back in the Social Enemies. Hey you guys are still doing that huh? Don't you ever get tired of not changing, or advancing your careers in any way? I mean Falcon is still just running around killing himself for nothing, and Talon is playing catch up. The two of you are exactly the dame as you have always been. Must piss of Falcon to not have Ethanol here to romp on, atleast when he had Ethanol to beat on he looked good, because apparently no one else can beat Ethanol. Talon was always hopeless. Just a little clone. I know, you've heard it before, but damn man, if you'd just go and try something different maybe people would stop calling you that. And Angel runs the Enemies now? Great. That prick needs a whole stable of people to feed his ego? Maniac and Rob's sister wasn't enough? That's just ridiculous. And the two of you follow him around like your puppies or something. I gotta tell you, I'm a little disappointed. I had honestly expected more out of Falcon. Like perhaps a world title reign by now, but no. You haven't even won a strap here yet. In fact you gave up your shot for your leader, who has been on a losing streak by the way. Serious, the two of you gotta move on. The Social Enemies are nothing without Maniac, and he's rolling with a new crowd. You see my main Maniac actually went out and made the attempt at growing and evolving. He doesn't still run around in a mask and a jumpsuit beating the **** out of Sprade Rhaynes, you know. His character has gone places, bringing us to where he is now, the next step in his ever growing character. Where as Falcon just sits back and keeps doing the same thing. He'll say if it isn't broken why fix it? I'll tell you why. It may not be broken, but it's not getting the job done. Your still fighting the same style match, cutting the same style promo, wearing the same homo erotic face paint. Seriously, grow up. The Ultimate Warrior sucked fly boy. Just because you jacked his face paint, changed the color and can do a swanton bomb does not make you awesome. It makes you un original and frankly kind of a loser. Then Talon, the dude doesn't even have a gimmick. His gimmick was Falcon Lite, but now he's Falcon Lite that plays poker and has ****ty parts in ****ty movies. Talon, do us a favor and jump off a damn cliff, seriously. Just get it the hell over with. You know? Cause no one really cares about you. Your not even all the important to the Enemies. Angel just has you there to round out the group, the fourth guy you know? Same as you always were. Why don't you just leave so Angel can recruit some real talent like that stupid alien guy, or the British dude. But you, you need to go. This Sunday, my two friends that are sitting there on the screen, smoking and drinking water inside his shirt cause he hates the smell of cigarette smoke, yeah those two guys, their going to beat you into oblivion. Rob is finally going to get that win over Talon that seemingly the entire roster already holds, and Maniac will begin phase one of destroying his old friends. So peace out.
"Peace out?"
What?
"Please come up with a different catch phrase."
"I liked it."
"You like Rush Limbaugh."
Seriously? Wow, that guys is kind of an asshole.
"That's what I've been saying."
"Look, aren't we all entitled to our own political opinions?"
"Only if their the same as mine."
Who are you guys waiting for anyways?
"Please don't get him going again."
"*** damn CHAD LIGHTS!!!!!!"
Fade out.