Post by "Superstar" Deathrow on Apr 8, 2007 4:03:51 GMT -5
Hello, Roberts is it? Yeah, it’s Tommy here. Just wanted to let you know, you suck. I don’t know why, you just suck. I know you hold the most prestigious ass kissing award here in the Rebel, but still you’re just terrible. I’ve watched your matches, and you suck so much, although I didn’t look closely enough to tell you why you suck…but you just do! So there! We care not that you have been a five time tag champ. I wasn’t aware that the word tag was even mentioned for this match.
Our scene opens to a grungy hole of a subway station. The walls are tagged beyond belief with a mix of offensive graffiti, and art like painting. As we move along we see people from many walks of life, people that have nothing sitting on the floor of the dump with everything they have in the world in a shopping cart that they will defend to the death. Then of course we have those who use this terminal as it provides them with the convenience to get where they need to be and in a quicker fashion than most other modes of transportation. Finally we have the ones that seem out of place, the people that usually have their nose so high in the air they don’t even know that midgets exist.
Finally trudging through this eclectic sea of humanity, we come to a familiar face, that of The Superstar Thomas Deathrow, who stands waiting patiently leaning against a pillar his arms crossed. He is dressed casually, a white Doomrider sweater, with red block lettering, and a pair of faded blue jeans, with a white MN Gophers full back hat worn Cock eyed. He does not notice our presence at first as he just continues to watch as the mix of people walk past him in both directions. We finally reach Tommy and gain his attention and he greats us with a smile.
Tommy: Good to see you guys are still prompt!
Deathrow glances at the watch on his left hand then pauses with a stern look in our direction before he finally lets a little chuckle out.
Tommy: Relax, I am not worried, I have nothing going right now, and I am not due for my final work out for about an hour. So let us talk, that is obviously why you are here right, to find out my mind set? To get my last minute thoughts so to speak, perhaps steal some insight into what I may chose as a strategy?!
Deathrow pauses before he begins walking back in the direction in which we came his steps confident, his mood obviously light hearted.
Tommy: Not sure why I had to be here of all places, to be honest the place is kind of creepy, and I detect a hint of urine. Sorta reminds me of the days I lived with Pauly… But back to why we are here, I am sure you want to know everything that has crossed my mind in the past twenty four hours. You want to know if I am worried about Roberts and what he may be able to pull off. You want to know what my game plan will be concerning each possible match stipulation that could that could happen. You more than likely also want to know what I am going to have for supper tonight, then breakfast tomorrow morning, when I am gonna go to the arena, what I will listen to music wise to get pumped, what hand I’ll use, and so on.
Deathrow waves at a female passer by that seems to have taken a liking to The STD.
Tommy: Now as much as I really can’t tell you exactly what you want to hear, I will give you as much as I possibly can. Some of it may even be the truth, but I guess you won’t know until it goes down will you?
As far as worrying about baby Kyle goes, no I am not worried. Now don’t jump to conclusions just yet; that does not mean that I don’t think he has any skill, and it certainly does not mean I don’t think he has a chance to pull it off. The guy is the Rebel with the most yell; you don’t put yourself in that position without having some sort of skill to carry you. Sure he could win the match, and he could leave the match the best man, is it likely, no, but yeah it could happen. What you don’t think so. Well take this for an example! Jimmy cracked corn an I DON‘T CARE!!!! Damn it I’m pissed. What you don’t beleave me. Its all in the book people.
As for my game plan I guess it depends on the match to a certain extent. I really don’t feel like giving you my itinerary move by move, that just would not be beneficial to me, however I can give you some insight into what I may try and do.
You see Ravy is as I have said in the past unpredictable, a wild card in the ring. He can change what he is doing and completely throw an opponent off track, which as a strategy is solid, and he does it well. Perhaps I will fight fire with fire, I will use his own wildcard approach against him. It makes sense, he pulls it off with his heart and limited skills, just imagine what I might accomplish with my heart and vast knowledge.
What sort of match this could come down to an how it may go, it is simple, the I quit match is chosen, I use my submission knowledge to tie them in knots, and bend there limbs so drastically they risks permanent damage unless they say the words. When it comes to the submission match, well more of the same, I use any one of a hundred moves in my arsenal and force them to tap out, no thought process necessary, common sense children. Then we have the SS Rules like which is what we are going to be doing since this is REBEL bitches, and as Jesus himself has said, this is my brainchild, and that should tell you something, it is my specialty, and it would take a superhuman performance to knock me off. Because in the game you could be dominating your opponent driving blow after blow into his face, and before you know it you are waking up, your back flat on the canvas with the referee and your opponent standing over you, his hand raised high in the air. I have the ability to put someone to sleep in explosive fashion, from so many different positions it baffles minds. Ever been bashed in the face with a bag of oreo’s? Devastating I tell ya. It could happen. Here in Reb we don’t play by your grandmas rules.
Tommy is forced to dart quickly to his left as some teenage boys make their way through the terminal not paying attention, once nearly running directly into Deathrow who just shakes his head while looking back at the young men grabbing his crotch.
Tommy: Ah the youth of today, not a care in the world, and that is the reason for the decline in society. Well that an the fact they let retards into the sperm bank. You don’t think so? How else do you explain Rees? But back to what you want! So now you know the basics of what and how, so what’s next? My meal plan? Well I cant give you a sure answer on that either, just like the match on the special night a lot will depend on where I end up. But what I can tell you is that it will more than likely involve something that used to be alive and more than likely go moo like a COWWW! Breakfast the next morning, first the usually protein shake to keep my energy up, as for the actually eating part, again it depends on where I end up, but again it will more than likely involve something that was formerly living in bed with me.
What I am getting at with everything I am telling you is that nothing is certain in this world. Things can change in an instant, I could go from favorite to dog in a matter of seconds with the slightest mistake, or the landing of the luckiest maneuver. Tonight I could plan on walking into The Timberland Steakhouse, and end up at a McDonalds. In the morning I could plan on eating a five star breakfast, and end up falling getting out of the shower hitting my head and remaining unconscious until one hour before match time. It is this unpredictability that makes things interesting, it is this unpredictability that keeps us guessing, it is this unpredictability that give people a chance to beat me regardless of the match complex. It is Rebels unpredictability that gives all of us the edge, and it is my unpredictability that makes me the favorite. Plus being damn good looking helps a bit.
So amongst all of this unpredictability let me use my final words to break the mold and make a prediction. When you see me walk out of the Marriott in Raleigh Tuesday morning, I will have one extra piece of carry on luggage than I did the day before. Who knows what it maybe… It may be a human head.
That’s not cocky, that’s confident, there’s a difference!
Tommy expression changes to one of business as he stops and gives what appears to be an almost “prove me wrong” like stare. It is this intense expression that we remain focused on as our scene slowly fades to black.
Our scene opens to a grungy hole of a subway station. The walls are tagged beyond belief with a mix of offensive graffiti, and art like painting. As we move along we see people from many walks of life, people that have nothing sitting on the floor of the dump with everything they have in the world in a shopping cart that they will defend to the death. Then of course we have those who use this terminal as it provides them with the convenience to get where they need to be and in a quicker fashion than most other modes of transportation. Finally we have the ones that seem out of place, the people that usually have their nose so high in the air they don’t even know that midgets exist.
Finally trudging through this eclectic sea of humanity, we come to a familiar face, that of The Superstar Thomas Deathrow, who stands waiting patiently leaning against a pillar his arms crossed. He is dressed casually, a white Doomrider sweater, with red block lettering, and a pair of faded blue jeans, with a white MN Gophers full back hat worn Cock eyed. He does not notice our presence at first as he just continues to watch as the mix of people walk past him in both directions. We finally reach Tommy and gain his attention and he greats us with a smile.
Tommy: Good to see you guys are still prompt!
Deathrow glances at the watch on his left hand then pauses with a stern look in our direction before he finally lets a little chuckle out.
Tommy: Relax, I am not worried, I have nothing going right now, and I am not due for my final work out for about an hour. So let us talk, that is obviously why you are here right, to find out my mind set? To get my last minute thoughts so to speak, perhaps steal some insight into what I may chose as a strategy?!
Deathrow pauses before he begins walking back in the direction in which we came his steps confident, his mood obviously light hearted.
Tommy: Not sure why I had to be here of all places, to be honest the place is kind of creepy, and I detect a hint of urine. Sorta reminds me of the days I lived with Pauly… But back to why we are here, I am sure you want to know everything that has crossed my mind in the past twenty four hours. You want to know if I am worried about Roberts and what he may be able to pull off. You want to know what my game plan will be concerning each possible match stipulation that could that could happen. You more than likely also want to know what I am going to have for supper tonight, then breakfast tomorrow morning, when I am gonna go to the arena, what I will listen to music wise to get pumped, what hand I’ll use, and so on.
Deathrow waves at a female passer by that seems to have taken a liking to The STD.
Tommy: Now as much as I really can’t tell you exactly what you want to hear, I will give you as much as I possibly can. Some of it may even be the truth, but I guess you won’t know until it goes down will you?
As far as worrying about baby Kyle goes, no I am not worried. Now don’t jump to conclusions just yet; that does not mean that I don’t think he has any skill, and it certainly does not mean I don’t think he has a chance to pull it off. The guy is the Rebel with the most yell; you don’t put yourself in that position without having some sort of skill to carry you. Sure he could win the match, and he could leave the match the best man, is it likely, no, but yeah it could happen. What you don’t think so. Well take this for an example! Jimmy cracked corn an I DON‘T CARE!!!! Damn it I’m pissed. What you don’t beleave me. Its all in the book people.
As for my game plan I guess it depends on the match to a certain extent. I really don’t feel like giving you my itinerary move by move, that just would not be beneficial to me, however I can give you some insight into what I may try and do.
You see Ravy is as I have said in the past unpredictable, a wild card in the ring. He can change what he is doing and completely throw an opponent off track, which as a strategy is solid, and he does it well. Perhaps I will fight fire with fire, I will use his own wildcard approach against him. It makes sense, he pulls it off with his heart and limited skills, just imagine what I might accomplish with my heart and vast knowledge.
What sort of match this could come down to an how it may go, it is simple, the I quit match is chosen, I use my submission knowledge to tie them in knots, and bend there limbs so drastically they risks permanent damage unless they say the words. When it comes to the submission match, well more of the same, I use any one of a hundred moves in my arsenal and force them to tap out, no thought process necessary, common sense children. Then we have the SS Rules like which is what we are going to be doing since this is REBEL bitches, and as Jesus himself has said, this is my brainchild, and that should tell you something, it is my specialty, and it would take a superhuman performance to knock me off. Because in the game you could be dominating your opponent driving blow after blow into his face, and before you know it you are waking up, your back flat on the canvas with the referee and your opponent standing over you, his hand raised high in the air. I have the ability to put someone to sleep in explosive fashion, from so many different positions it baffles minds. Ever been bashed in the face with a bag of oreo’s? Devastating I tell ya. It could happen. Here in Reb we don’t play by your grandmas rules.
Tommy is forced to dart quickly to his left as some teenage boys make their way through the terminal not paying attention, once nearly running directly into Deathrow who just shakes his head while looking back at the young men grabbing his crotch.
Tommy: Ah the youth of today, not a care in the world, and that is the reason for the decline in society. Well that an the fact they let retards into the sperm bank. You don’t think so? How else do you explain Rees? But back to what you want! So now you know the basics of what and how, so what’s next? My meal plan? Well I cant give you a sure answer on that either, just like the match on the special night a lot will depend on where I end up. But what I can tell you is that it will more than likely involve something that used to be alive and more than likely go moo like a COWWW! Breakfast the next morning, first the usually protein shake to keep my energy up, as for the actually eating part, again it depends on where I end up, but again it will more than likely involve something that was formerly living in bed with me.
What I am getting at with everything I am telling you is that nothing is certain in this world. Things can change in an instant, I could go from favorite to dog in a matter of seconds with the slightest mistake, or the landing of the luckiest maneuver. Tonight I could plan on walking into The Timberland Steakhouse, and end up at a McDonalds. In the morning I could plan on eating a five star breakfast, and end up falling getting out of the shower hitting my head and remaining unconscious until one hour before match time. It is this unpredictability that makes things interesting, it is this unpredictability that keeps us guessing, it is this unpredictability that give people a chance to beat me regardless of the match complex. It is Rebels unpredictability that gives all of us the edge, and it is my unpredictability that makes me the favorite. Plus being damn good looking helps a bit.
So amongst all of this unpredictability let me use my final words to break the mold and make a prediction. When you see me walk out of the Marriott in Raleigh Tuesday morning, I will have one extra piece of carry on luggage than I did the day before. Who knows what it maybe… It may be a human head.
That’s not cocky, that’s confident, there’s a difference!
Tommy expression changes to one of business as he stops and gives what appears to be an almost “prove me wrong” like stare. It is this intense expression that we remain focused on as our scene slowly fades to black.