Post by "Superstar" Deathrow on Mar 17, 2007 8:27:37 GMT -5
Dear Mr. Martyr, Gun Slingers to
Sebastien, you're far too preoccupied to give me the respect you know I deserve. Does this mean that once the match is over, and my arm is raised in victory once again, you’ll say, FLUKE. Will you? While the team your on looses?
Jesus Martyr you are a know body. Your just lucky your on a team that has tasted gold. From your get go you have claimed to be some one. But thus I didn't buy it then, and I don't buy it now. To earn everyone's respect, I tell the cold-hearted truth, and pull out all the stops.
What has past is just the beginning, Boy. Just the beginning. I have made a point. Made a statement to the rest of the NAPW...the rest of the world, for that matter...that I'm not anyone’s bitch boy.
I'm better.
I don't expect you to fear me. Obviously, if you think you have a snowball's chance in hell of beating us, I can't expect you to be SMART ENOUGH to fear me. I don't expect ANYONE to fear me. I'm not D!. I'm not THE BEE. When you hear the name "Thomas Deathrow", it does not immediately strike fear into your heart like those two men. But what I DO expect you to do...is respect me. I do expect you to leave the parking lot shaking your head, as you lay on that stretcher…wondering WHY you didn't take my warnings more seriously. Why you didn't take the (BLEEP)in SuperStar more seriously. Hopefully...it is a mistake you will not repeat. See you at this little show, Martyr. Just ask the Cowboys what I can deliver. Whether you're ready or not.
You WILL Respect me…
Or…
I’LL MAKE YOU FEAR ME!!!
-Sir Thomas Deathrow-
- Hey you, wanna talk about making no sense. Well Ok here we go… I’ll always remember that day; you saved my life, after all. Even if they didn’t kill me, I don’t know if I’d have been able to go on. But, you stopped them. You saved me, and I’ll never forget that. I’ll never forget you…Kisses…
The sun is just starting to set on the horizon, and CCR’s “Bad Moon Rising” comes through the crackling speakers of an old cassette player propped up on top of a drawer full of tools. A blue pick-up truck is parked around the side of a gas station, and even the slight breeze isn’t enough to take the edge off the heat in the air. The mechanic’s thick hand grasps a bolt on the engine, and he grunts while trying to twist it off, but loses his grip and cuts himself on the metal. Immediately recoiling amidst a flow of blood and oil, he groans in pain and clutches his hand, but is soon back to work after wrapping a soiled rag around his fist.
I didn’t know if I’d ever see you again, but I knew I’d never feel safe without you here. It’s funny, though; sometimes I even felt like you were standing beside me when I was all alone, and then I wouldn’t be scared anymore. I know it sounds dumb, but you will never know what you did for me. You truly are my hero.
He still fights with the bolt, but this time the mechanic is able to grip it well enough to twist it right off, releasing a steady stream of smoke from beneath the hood of the blue pick-up. A smile crosses his lips, and his arm disappears from view to retrieve an unknown tool, turning and twisting once again, until the smoke stops altogether. He wipes the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, then places the tool on the side of the truck’s hood.
After you saved me, I knew I had been given a second chance. I’d always wanted to teach, but I never thought I’d be able to do it--after you saved me, I felt like I could do anything in the world. You made me feel invincible, and you still do. I don’t know why you did it, but I’ll never be able to thank you enough. Everyday I live is because of you, and I’ll never forget that.
The smell of gasoline already abundant in the air, one could almost miss the underlying odor emanating from the coveralls of the mechanic. Almost. He slams down the hood of the truck with a lick of his lips, then puts the tool back in the drawer, watching with a toothless grin as a pretty young woman walks up to him with a look of impatience on her face. Finally, he turns to look at her face-on, his left eye clouded in a deep red that comes only with the destruction of numerous blood vessels, and the surrounding eyelid made nearly unnoticeable by the burns that have claimed nearly half his vision. Now that is some crazy shit right.-
Thomas-So lets talk misunderstanding is something that have led to disastrous consequences over the ages. Sometimes, misunderstandings led countries to war, friends to fight and couples to break-ups. However, some misunderstandings are quite funny for they show no understanding on a matter whatsoever. Then you can expect to see your rival speak about things he doesn't know and bury himself on those arguments while everyone in the back is laughing their asses off.
*A postman comes to the NAPW offices, he drops some letter to the receptionist as well as a DVD. The DVD looks the same as the one they received yesterday just another medicine commercial on disk.. Without waiting any further, the employee puts the DVD on her little DVD player. "STD TV" logo appears and we can see Thomas Deathrow laid down on a couch in emotions. He's wearing a full black with white stripes suit, a lime shirt with a blue and lime tie on it.*
Tommy: Well, hello there! I guess you jumped on the occasion and took that DVD into your iPOD so you can get a glimpse on what I had to say today. I guess it took you less time than these lousy executives now... I hope you're having a good day so far, unfortunately for you though, you will have to show that DVD to the production crew, so everyone out there can count this as a part of my supreme effort. To be a Superstar!
(The receptionist chuckles a little, Thomas puts his right leg on his left and his hands behind his head.)
Tommy-it comes a time when it, is a time to be nice and really start being truculent very truculent. I tried to deal with the certain people who I had to deal with but I came to a problem. This problem was the fact that I must fight to good fighters. They are ok, but they lack what it takes to really beat me. Just ask Stone an Clint.
Cowboys an Martyr you have a feeling and you just can’t turn it a loose that you can beat This Superstar Foundation but when you step in that ring we will knock your teeth loose. I am stating what will happen. I only like to state facts. Like when -NAPW EDIT- bled for a week. That was messed up.
~STD stands up and goes to his wall, there is a big life size image of himself.~
Tommy- Just look up and look at me.. This is greater than perfection, it is what you bleed and try to achieve. It is what you say my oh my oh why can’t I be like him. Why can’t I achieve like him. Why this and why that. Martyr you are pathetic. You don’t even know what it takes to amount to what it is. And what it will be.
Clinty an Stony you found out once what happens when you mess with me. When you cross me, I’ll leave you bloody. What do you think will happen this time… Just take a moment… So anyways I do not have much time. Sorry emo punk I know your SAD.
-Tommy cracks his neck an takes a deep breath-
Thomas: I'm not really fond of special effects. There won't be any thunderclaps or lighting plays today. Not that I never did that of all my career but hey, whatever…Wait... (Sigh) Alright, it's time to clear up something. Some people think that by me teaming with Darko an Thomas That I am surely going to be given the biggest beating of my life. But my friends you have nothing to fear. I know that my little homies Darko an TomTom have my back one hundred percent. For we are the SuperStar Foundation bitches. An we are going to rape those who cross our path. An drink the whole land dry. What do not believe in what I have to say. This is my GOD damn (BLEEP)ing match. I an the GOD of this type of match. Who am I. Bitch I am money. I am the GOD damn (BLEEP)ing SuperStar. I know I have this match only problem is can my partners handle it? Heard about the small threat they put out at me. About last time I got in there ways. Haha don’t kid yourselves. I was just trying to put you over an boost your egos. Seems it worked to.
(Tommy gets up and sit on a nearby chair)
Thomas: It seems that of all the things people can say, they chose to ignore simple fact and rely solely on there own propaganda. They ignore everything that they cannot argue away as to not make themselves look bad. When in reality everything they don’t say tells us worlds more then everything they had indeed said Martyr, the little vampire that could…not. You think I have nothing? Think you are going to out perform me? Or what’s your deal man. Don’t like my style? No one said you had to check it out. But we all know your one of those dudes that’s falls in love with men like me. I'm fine with that, hell, I sleep pretty (BLEEP) well in the night for that matter. I receive critics on what I say from a guy like you ? God, I listened to what you had to say and it was even worse than a Chris Benoit's championship reign. You can‘t stand my drunk babble jibba jabba? It entertains, you know what that word means ? Entertainment ? Well, if you continue down that way you're going to find out that's the reason why many people will stop following you. You are as entertaining and convincing than a State of the Union speech. So, you're the end bringer ? OH NOES!!!
(Deathrow gets up from his chair and start running in chaos until a thunderclap is heard and Tommy returns to his chair)
Tommy: God, I promised there will not be any of that today! I guess I'll have to put some money in the broken promises jar... I said it to Sakura, who by the way is about ten times more spooky than you: I am not scared of anything. You want to power bomb me to death? Do it. You want to pile drive me to amnesia ? Try it. I don't even care, if that brings me closer to kicking you in the guts and do my business, that's just cool with me. You're not impressed with my results so far ? Find out if I care, in the meantime I'll just cover you for the three count and walk out of this arena with just another victory in hand. Just another bitch of the superstar Go bother someone else.
(Tommy sighs and then chuckles)
Tommy: Cowboys You got experience on tag-teams, you are the standard of excellence, I already conceded you this. I won't concede any more. If you don't find a full grown man in what I say, you'll find a man that is able to create standards and yours is just a stepping stone in my way. As that has been proven before. On Tuesday, even if I have to fight you both on my own, I will give you a lecture on understanding events. Now, receptionist, please give that DVD right away so I don't end up responsible of your dismissal...
(The scene fades to black)
OH NOESSSSS
Sebastien, you're far too preoccupied to give me the respect you know I deserve. Does this mean that once the match is over, and my arm is raised in victory once again, you’ll say, FLUKE. Will you? While the team your on looses?
Jesus Martyr you are a know body. Your just lucky your on a team that has tasted gold. From your get go you have claimed to be some one. But thus I didn't buy it then, and I don't buy it now. To earn everyone's respect, I tell the cold-hearted truth, and pull out all the stops.
What has past is just the beginning, Boy. Just the beginning. I have made a point. Made a statement to the rest of the NAPW...the rest of the world, for that matter...that I'm not anyone’s bitch boy.
I'm better.
I don't expect you to fear me. Obviously, if you think you have a snowball's chance in hell of beating us, I can't expect you to be SMART ENOUGH to fear me. I don't expect ANYONE to fear me. I'm not D!. I'm not THE BEE. When you hear the name "Thomas Deathrow", it does not immediately strike fear into your heart like those two men. But what I DO expect you to do...is respect me. I do expect you to leave the parking lot shaking your head, as you lay on that stretcher…wondering WHY you didn't take my warnings more seriously. Why you didn't take the (BLEEP)in SuperStar more seriously. Hopefully...it is a mistake you will not repeat. See you at this little show, Martyr. Just ask the Cowboys what I can deliver. Whether you're ready or not.
You WILL Respect me…
Or…
I’LL MAKE YOU FEAR ME!!!
-Sir Thomas Deathrow-
- Hey you, wanna talk about making no sense. Well Ok here we go… I’ll always remember that day; you saved my life, after all. Even if they didn’t kill me, I don’t know if I’d have been able to go on. But, you stopped them. You saved me, and I’ll never forget that. I’ll never forget you…Kisses…
The sun is just starting to set on the horizon, and CCR’s “Bad Moon Rising” comes through the crackling speakers of an old cassette player propped up on top of a drawer full of tools. A blue pick-up truck is parked around the side of a gas station, and even the slight breeze isn’t enough to take the edge off the heat in the air. The mechanic’s thick hand grasps a bolt on the engine, and he grunts while trying to twist it off, but loses his grip and cuts himself on the metal. Immediately recoiling amidst a flow of blood and oil, he groans in pain and clutches his hand, but is soon back to work after wrapping a soiled rag around his fist.
I didn’t know if I’d ever see you again, but I knew I’d never feel safe without you here. It’s funny, though; sometimes I even felt like you were standing beside me when I was all alone, and then I wouldn’t be scared anymore. I know it sounds dumb, but you will never know what you did for me. You truly are my hero.
He still fights with the bolt, but this time the mechanic is able to grip it well enough to twist it right off, releasing a steady stream of smoke from beneath the hood of the blue pick-up. A smile crosses his lips, and his arm disappears from view to retrieve an unknown tool, turning and twisting once again, until the smoke stops altogether. He wipes the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, then places the tool on the side of the truck’s hood.
After you saved me, I knew I had been given a second chance. I’d always wanted to teach, but I never thought I’d be able to do it--after you saved me, I felt like I could do anything in the world. You made me feel invincible, and you still do. I don’t know why you did it, but I’ll never be able to thank you enough. Everyday I live is because of you, and I’ll never forget that.
The smell of gasoline already abundant in the air, one could almost miss the underlying odor emanating from the coveralls of the mechanic. Almost. He slams down the hood of the truck with a lick of his lips, then puts the tool back in the drawer, watching with a toothless grin as a pretty young woman walks up to him with a look of impatience on her face. Finally, he turns to look at her face-on, his left eye clouded in a deep red that comes only with the destruction of numerous blood vessels, and the surrounding eyelid made nearly unnoticeable by the burns that have claimed nearly half his vision. Now that is some crazy shit right.-
Thomas-So lets talk misunderstanding is something that have led to disastrous consequences over the ages. Sometimes, misunderstandings led countries to war, friends to fight and couples to break-ups. However, some misunderstandings are quite funny for they show no understanding on a matter whatsoever. Then you can expect to see your rival speak about things he doesn't know and bury himself on those arguments while everyone in the back is laughing their asses off.
*A postman comes to the NAPW offices, he drops some letter to the receptionist as well as a DVD. The DVD looks the same as the one they received yesterday just another medicine commercial on disk.. Without waiting any further, the employee puts the DVD on her little DVD player. "STD TV" logo appears and we can see Thomas Deathrow laid down on a couch in emotions. He's wearing a full black with white stripes suit, a lime shirt with a blue and lime tie on it.*
Tommy: Well, hello there! I guess you jumped on the occasion and took that DVD into your iPOD so you can get a glimpse on what I had to say today. I guess it took you less time than these lousy executives now... I hope you're having a good day so far, unfortunately for you though, you will have to show that DVD to the production crew, so everyone out there can count this as a part of my supreme effort. To be a Superstar!
(The receptionist chuckles a little, Thomas puts his right leg on his left and his hands behind his head.)
Tommy-it comes a time when it, is a time to be nice and really start being truculent very truculent. I tried to deal with the certain people who I had to deal with but I came to a problem. This problem was the fact that I must fight to good fighters. They are ok, but they lack what it takes to really beat me. Just ask Stone an Clint.
Cowboys an Martyr you have a feeling and you just can’t turn it a loose that you can beat This Superstar Foundation but when you step in that ring we will knock your teeth loose. I am stating what will happen. I only like to state facts. Like when -NAPW EDIT- bled for a week. That was messed up.
~STD stands up and goes to his wall, there is a big life size image of himself.~
Tommy- Just look up and look at me.. This is greater than perfection, it is what you bleed and try to achieve. It is what you say my oh my oh why can’t I be like him. Why can’t I achieve like him. Why this and why that. Martyr you are pathetic. You don’t even know what it takes to amount to what it is. And what it will be.
Clinty an Stony you found out once what happens when you mess with me. When you cross me, I’ll leave you bloody. What do you think will happen this time… Just take a moment… So anyways I do not have much time. Sorry emo punk I know your SAD.
-Tommy cracks his neck an takes a deep breath-
Thomas: I'm not really fond of special effects. There won't be any thunderclaps or lighting plays today. Not that I never did that of all my career but hey, whatever…Wait... (Sigh) Alright, it's time to clear up something. Some people think that by me teaming with Darko an Thomas That I am surely going to be given the biggest beating of my life. But my friends you have nothing to fear. I know that my little homies Darko an TomTom have my back one hundred percent. For we are the SuperStar Foundation bitches. An we are going to rape those who cross our path. An drink the whole land dry. What do not believe in what I have to say. This is my GOD damn (BLEEP)ing match. I an the GOD of this type of match. Who am I. Bitch I am money. I am the GOD damn (BLEEP)ing SuperStar. I know I have this match only problem is can my partners handle it? Heard about the small threat they put out at me. About last time I got in there ways. Haha don’t kid yourselves. I was just trying to put you over an boost your egos. Seems it worked to.
(Tommy gets up and sit on a nearby chair)
Thomas: It seems that of all the things people can say, they chose to ignore simple fact and rely solely on there own propaganda. They ignore everything that they cannot argue away as to not make themselves look bad. When in reality everything they don’t say tells us worlds more then everything they had indeed said Martyr, the little vampire that could…not. You think I have nothing? Think you are going to out perform me? Or what’s your deal man. Don’t like my style? No one said you had to check it out. But we all know your one of those dudes that’s falls in love with men like me. I'm fine with that, hell, I sleep pretty (BLEEP) well in the night for that matter. I receive critics on what I say from a guy like you ? God, I listened to what you had to say and it was even worse than a Chris Benoit's championship reign. You can‘t stand my drunk babble jibba jabba? It entertains, you know what that word means ? Entertainment ? Well, if you continue down that way you're going to find out that's the reason why many people will stop following you. You are as entertaining and convincing than a State of the Union speech. So, you're the end bringer ? OH NOES!!!
(Deathrow gets up from his chair and start running in chaos until a thunderclap is heard and Tommy returns to his chair)
Tommy: God, I promised there will not be any of that today! I guess I'll have to put some money in the broken promises jar... I said it to Sakura, who by the way is about ten times more spooky than you: I am not scared of anything. You want to power bomb me to death? Do it. You want to pile drive me to amnesia ? Try it. I don't even care, if that brings me closer to kicking you in the guts and do my business, that's just cool with me. You're not impressed with my results so far ? Find out if I care, in the meantime I'll just cover you for the three count and walk out of this arena with just another victory in hand. Just another bitch of the superstar Go bother someone else.
(Tommy sighs and then chuckles)
Tommy: Cowboys You got experience on tag-teams, you are the standard of excellence, I already conceded you this. I won't concede any more. If you don't find a full grown man in what I say, you'll find a man that is able to create standards and yours is just a stepping stone in my way. As that has been proven before. On Tuesday, even if I have to fight you both on my own, I will give you a lecture on understanding events. Now, receptionist, please give that DVD right away so I don't end up responsible of your dismissal...
(The scene fades to black)
OH NOESSSSS