Post by John Roche on Oct 15, 2004 0:15:55 GMT -5
John Roche is pacing in the locker room after PrimeTime, an ice pack tied to his head where the pipe hit and his face marked with a slowly-swelling black eye. He has the look of a man with murder on the mind. After standing front and center, head down and breathing heavily, he looks at the camera.
"Team Pacific Islands... you really made a hell of an impact, I have to give you that. You're a real bunch of bad-asses, doing a 5-on-1 assault with a lead pipe. You've just made a big mistake though... you've pissed off the craziest madman in wrestling today. I've wrestled in electrified steel cages, brawled in crowded arcades, and taken dives through multiple cages. I'm going to enjoy watching all five of you suffer... especially you, Inita Ho. In case you've forgotten, you have something that belongs to me--the MBWF Title. And if I have to pry that belt off your twitching body after I beat the seven shades of Hell out of it, then so be it. In summation, I'm looking forward to the time we'll soon have together; it'll be a sure-fire symphony of destruction.
(OOC: for this next part, imagine that from "Brian Knobbs," I get louder and more pissed-off.)
"As for the chumps who want to be Team America instead of me, Jayce Simmons, Chris Cassidy and Harry Potsmoker--Let's see who we have here. Brian Knobbs, a nutjob whose highlight in wOw was being sodomized by Viscera. Bryce Samuels, a self-styled ultrapatriot with a direct line to that arrogant *bleep* Toby Keith. Ben Vincent, a former Special Needs Kid who especially needs to have his ass kicked. And whoever else you have planned to join your little band of merry jackasses. You no-good, non-hackers are going to go down next week on Primetime, and in this little World War, you'll all step up to receive what's coming to you..."
Roche then looks dead center, and says in a low hiss, "... a big... 4... F."
"Team Pacific Islands... you really made a hell of an impact, I have to give you that. You're a real bunch of bad-asses, doing a 5-on-1 assault with a lead pipe. You've just made a big mistake though... you've pissed off the craziest madman in wrestling today. I've wrestled in electrified steel cages, brawled in crowded arcades, and taken dives through multiple cages. I'm going to enjoy watching all five of you suffer... especially you, Inita Ho. In case you've forgotten, you have something that belongs to me--the MBWF Title. And if I have to pry that belt off your twitching body after I beat the seven shades of Hell out of it, then so be it. In summation, I'm looking forward to the time we'll soon have together; it'll be a sure-fire symphony of destruction.
(OOC: for this next part, imagine that from "Brian Knobbs," I get louder and more pissed-off.)
"As for the chumps who want to be Team America instead of me, Jayce Simmons, Chris Cassidy and Harry Potsmoker--Let's see who we have here. Brian Knobbs, a nutjob whose highlight in wOw was being sodomized by Viscera. Bryce Samuels, a self-styled ultrapatriot with a direct line to that arrogant *bleep* Toby Keith. Ben Vincent, a former Special Needs Kid who especially needs to have his ass kicked. And whoever else you have planned to join your little band of merry jackasses. You no-good, non-hackers are going to go down next week on Primetime, and in this little World War, you'll all step up to receive what's coming to you..."
Roche then looks dead center, and says in a low hiss, "... a big... 4... F."