Post by Papi El Sueno on Aug 3, 2011 14:37:51 GMT -5
OOC Note: Now in this RP, I'm just playing out in my mind on who's boss and what not. If the person in the RP is in-fact not the bossman, then I'll simply edit it and change the mofo without any probs.
Also, all things I shoot on in my trash talk is strictly IN-CHARACTER! No OOC intent whatsoever.
Anyways, enjoy the RP and yeah, that's bout it.
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"The feeling of being sought out to compete for a new promotion has seemed to be the norm for me. If I sign the deal with Libertarian Wrestling, this would be my fourth place of employment in the last two years. Previously, I worked for the CWF - until personal problems amounted for all of us and we bounced. Then it was YCW... until the promotion merged with ICW to become Premium Championship Wrestling, who just about a month ago, went out of business. There are a couple of independent federations, both which Kev and myself have yet to have matches for and are not sure if our stint there will ever get off the ground. From my experiences so far. Moving around from place to place sure is...
A fucking bitch!
Sorry for my excessive use of profanity... actually scratch that, I don't apologize for a damn thing. Everybody knows that like my friends from Da Xtreme Dynasty, I tend to swear constantly, and if you don't like it. Fuck off! It's that simple. I don't conform for a damn person and I'm not gonna cut down on my profanity and what not. It's just not the way I was brought up in this business and I'll be damned if I turn my back on the formula I base my career off.
The one question that I'm sure is still on everybody's mind. Will J.T. Banks sign a contract with Libertarian Wrestling? In the video I posted days ago, I implied that I was going to think about it long and hard. Well there is also the dilemma on whether I should do it alone or be the face of the tag team division alongside my boy Kevin Styles. The latter part would be no problem at all. In fact, Da Xtreme Dynasty at twenty five percent can beat these jokers of tag teams that is currently signed to the company. It's a fact, not an opinion. I can tell you all that I will make my decision on whether to join LW or not by today. And if I do sign, I hope to find out about who gets to be slaughtered as well."
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The scene opens up to the home of J.T. Banks. Inside, he's sitting on his couch, watching television, dressed up in a pair of blue jeans, a black leather jacket with a Generation Xtreme t-shirt underneath and white Phat Farm shoes. He sits there for a moment until he hears the doorbell ring.
J.T. Banks: "Damn, who the hell can that be at this time?"
J.T. gets up off the couch and answers the door. He opens it up to find his long time tag team partner and friend Kevin Styles at the door. The two of them engage in a handshake and half-armed hug before Kevin comes inside. Upon coming in, J.T. asks him a question.
J.T. Banks: "Yo, what are you doing here?"
Kevin Styles: "Shit, man. After our history together. A simple hello would've done some justice."
J.T. Banks: "You are such a smart ass. Grade A 100%."
Kevin Styles: "True that mother fucker, true that."
J.T. Banks: "In all seriousness, what brings you by?"
Kevin Styles: "You should really check your emails from time to time. Well what I've got for ya also is in there."
J.T. Banks: "I'll check it in a bit, but come on. Tell me what it is."
Kevin Styles: "Alright, well there's a new promotion called Libertarian Wrestling, and they are very interested in signing the both of us."
J.T. Banks: "Really now? And what's your take on all of this?"
Kevin Styles: "Well, as much as I would like to team up again. At the same time, what else do we have to prove as tag team competitors?"
J.T. Banks: "You make a good point. We've pretty much done it all as a team, and I don't know the point in doing it again."
Kevin Styles: "Exactly."
J.T. Banks: "But where does that leave us exactly?"
Kevin Styles: "I was thinking one of us becomes a singles wrestler while the other becomes a manager."
J.T. Banks: "I don't know man. I mean, how fair would that be?"
Kevin Styles: "To be honest, it may not seem fair. But I'll make it easier to explain. Since I don't really feel like wrestling at this moment and time, that's why I want to be your manager."
J.T. Banks: "My manager?"
Kevin Styles: "Hell yes. I become the guy that stands at ringside while also maybe helping you win here and there, and look smexy doing it. While you just crush mother fuckers like you always have."
J.T. Banks: "So basically it's the norm except it's gonna be in singles matches instead of tag team?"
Kevin Styles: "Pretty much. You down?"
J.T. Banks: "Does the pope shit in the woods?"
Kevin Styles: "Maybe, maybe not. I don't know."
J.T. Banks: "Well count me in mother fucker."
Kevin Styles: "Kick ass. I knew you'd be cool with it."
J.T. Banks: "What makes you think that?"
Kevin Styles: "Because I know you better than anybody in this business. You take great pleasure in beating the hell out of other people. You thrive on it and let's be honest, this is a great opportunity for your career. First time being a full-time singles star since we were all back in ECCW."
J.T. Banks: "You have a point. I do have one question, do we have to go up to the headquarters and sign the mother fucking deal?"
Kevin Styles: "Does every hooker have a sexually transmitted disease?"
J.T. Banks: "You really are an asshole. I'm gonna have to go with yes."
Kevin Styles: "You'd be correct mother fucker, well more likely to be exact. We gotta be down there soon."
J.T. Banks: "Alright, I guess that sounds okay. Let's get the fuck out of here."
Kevin and J.T. both leave the house as the scene faded to black. The scene comes back up and about three hours later, they are at the Libertarian Wrestling headquarters. Most professional wrestling companies have those big ass buildings with the secretaries and shit. This office is a bit similar as it does have the secretaries, but it's not big time. Oh no, LW is an independent wrestling promotion, a type of federation both Kevin and J.T. have not competed for in six years. But they both think this is a really good opportunity and hey, there is some buzz about the promotion already, and everybody knows that Styles and Banks are all about being in the spotlight, whether it's good or bad. Both of them are anxiously waiting to be let in. Very shortly, a voice can be heard coming from inside the office.
Voice: Whoever's next, get on in!
Both Kevin and J.T. get up and walk inside. They both look around the office and are impressed with what they see, although both of them clearly think that more of the money can be used on talents instead of office crap. Both of them would gladly say it, but in this situation, they are trying to hold back from their "tell it like it is" attitude they display twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. They see Leo Hawkins dressed up in some cheap ass blue suit that you could easily get at a retail store. Both Styles and Banks try to hold their laughter in, but as has been known, today is a day where they're trying to get employed, and the last thing they want is their reckless reputation making waves yet again. Leo looks up and greets them with a smile.
Leo Hawkins: "Kevin Styles and J.T. Banks. Please, take a seat."
Kevin and J.T. each take a seat in front of the desk.
Leo Hawkins: "You know, after signing a few names to this roster. I'm extremely pleased to know that talents of your calibur has decided to check us out."
J.T. Banks (smirks): "Well, we are the best damn team in the business today. Nobody comes close."
Leo Hawkins: "Yes, although there are a few teams that will say otherwise."
J.T. Banks: "Hahaha! What teams?"
Leo Hawkins: "Huh?"
J.T. Banks: "Nevermind. Just carry on."
Leo Hawkins: Okay then. First things first, will you guys be signing as a tag team or as singles wrestlers?"
J.T. Banks: "Kev, which one of us tells what we've decided?"
Kevin Styles: "I think you should."
J.T. Banks: "Fair enough. Leo, both Kevin and myself have decided that it'd be best if I sign as a singles competitor and he is retained as my manager."
Leo Hawkins: "Really? Care to elaborate?"
J.T. Banks: Yes. Kevin Styles is suffering from some nagging injuries and he cannot compete at this time. While it is unfortunate that him and I can't team up and win our seventh tag team championship as a team, it does create a golden opportunity and that's with me being a singles competitor while he's calling the shots at ringside."
Kevin Styles: "Yeah buddy, it's the truth."
Leo Hawkins: "Mr. Styles, how do you feel about this."
Kevin Styles: "First off, just call me Kevin. Second, I'm perfectly fine with it. In fact, I was the one who brought the idea up. This is something neither of us have done before and everybody knows how much we hate staleness in professional wrestling."
J.T. Banks: "Exactly. We like to change it up every now and then. You know, think outside the box when that time comes."
Leo Hawkins: "Interesting. I like that in my employees. And to be honest, I think having you on the roster is my greatest honor for LW so far."
J.T. Banks: "Really now?"
Leo Hawkins: "Yes. I know what you've done in the business and how you operate in the ring. A no nonsense type of guy. With your style, and knowing that you're only twenty six years old. I envision you as a big time player for Libertarian Wrestling and I see it happening very soon. In fact, we can even make you as the face of this company."
J.T. Banks: "You mean, I can possibly be on the promotional posters as well as being THE GUY for a wrestling federation?"
Leo Hawkins: "Yes you most certain can and I believe you have the skill set to do just that."
J.T. Banks: "At first, I wasn't sure how this little thing was going to go, but after hearing what I could possibly do here. I think I'm gonna enjoy being in this company for as long as I am here."
Leo Hawkins: "So does that mean you're willing to sign on the dotted line?"
J.T. Banks: "Lemme think... Hell yeah!"
The boss gives J.T. and Kevin their contracts. Both being different as one is a wrestler's contract and the other being a managerial contract. J.T. and Kevin sign their respective contracts on the line and give it back to the boss.
J.T. Banks: "We can say that it was great doing business with you."
Leo Hawkins: "Excellent. Welcome to Libertarian Wrestling."
Both Kevin and J.T. shake hands with Leo before leaving the office. They eventually find their way outside of the building and they high-five and celebrate.
Kevin Styles: "Holy shit! Did you hear all that stuff he was saying?"
J.T. Banks: "I certainly did. Me being the face of the company? Somebody pinch me to see if I'm dreaming."
Kevin Styles: "I know. Shocking right?"
J.T. Banks: "Definitely, considering that this is the first time that has ever been linked with my name."
Kevin Styles: "You sure as fuck have the talent necessary to be the franchise player. And you know me man, I'll be here every step of the way."
J.T. Banks: "Fuckin' sweet man. I guess there's one thing we shall do."
Kevin Styles: "Which is?"
J.T. Banks: "Blaze up."
Kevin Styles: "Oh hell yeah. I'm so down with that."
J.T. Banks: "I figured you would say that. Now let's go get baked, mother fucker."
J.T. and Kevin walk away from the LW headquarters as the scene fades to black.
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"I have to be honest with you all. I never once thought that I would be back as a singles wrestler. Most of my time in this industry has been with me teaming with Kev. Just look at how dominant that team was and you can understand why I haven't really ventured into one on one matches a lot more than I have for the past five and a half years. I mean, we were THAT fucking dominant. Untouchable to be more precise. Not to say that we didn't always win. Of course we lost on very rare occasions, but hey, we weren't the best for nothing.
But this is a new day for me. On the first episode of Thursday Night Liberty, I get to compete in my first non-tag team match since I annihilated that little inbreded bitch Christina Richards back in January, but there's a key component in this biznitch! In this match, I compete against two other competitors and the winner becomes the first ever Freedom Champion. I knew I was fucking greatness personified (sorry James for stealing your phrase), but even I'm surprised that the boss gave me a championship opportunity on the very first show. Then again, I shouldn't be surprised because management clearly sees me as main event calibur talent and I am the rightful face of this company, whether any dumb ass likes it or not.
As for the two wrestlers who will be facing me. I guess I will get into Liam Reilly first! Now Liam was in PCW for about two months, being very mediocre in the process. Why do I state that? Come on, even Stevie Wonder could tell just how it was. Of course, most spoiled little rich kids tend to find out the hard way on how it is in the professional wrestling business. Only the strong survived PCW, and I like to think that is going to be the case in Libertarian Wrestling.
Now Liam, am I trashing your in-ring skills? Not at all. From what I've seen so far from you, you're one tough son of a bitch who just so happens to be a nifty technical wrestler, but half the time, you haven't been able to put it all together for some reason or another. For shit's sake, you lost a match to Draven Logan Kennedy. The incoherent retard! That's pretty fucking low for any professional wrestler to go through, and sorry to Steve Storme for even mentioning that.
Liam, I want to give you just a tad bit of advice. While you may be on your little road for redemption, trying to not be the disrespectul punk you once were, and I do commend you for changing your ways, but lemme fill you in on a little somethin', somethin'. Respect and honor doesn't matter one bit when it comes to inside of that ring. Sure you might be competing against friends and shit, and hey, we all have friends in the business, but at the end of the day. We're all fighting for that ultimate goal, and that is a victory. I know I'm gonna do this in anyway I can, but for your sake. I hope you do the same.
Speaking of opportunistic mother fuckers, that brings me to the other man in this match. Some know who this man is, while others could basically give a fucks less about him and the rat infested shit hole he came from. I personally don't care for the latter, but I definitely am aware of who you are, Syn. Don't think that just because I'm better than ninety-five percent of the rosters of both this company and your other place of employment, that I am not aware of what's gone down. Far contraire to be honest. I know what you've done and all that. You are a World Champion in somewhere that has a roster as talented as the Jobbers for Hire. My penis can win the main belt just like that. Why do I say that?
Because I can!
And I did. Here's the thing Syn. I know what you're all about. I've seen people like you before. You're apparently some intelligent, sociopathic, nihilistic madman whom wears face-paint and is very adept in manipulation and mind games. It's like you've come out of that Dark Knight movie or whatever. Point being, is that your "madman" like behavior is nothing but a fraud. How do I figure this? Come on, any idiot can see right through it. I've unfortunately had to deal with people who faked this type of behavior. Terry Richards and his family of retards being perfect examples of fake ass bitches in professional wrestling.
I know, I know. You're going to say that you're real and all that bullshit of the world. Trust me, that only flies with those mindless drones that likes to tell you everything you hear, as well as that fat douche bag that you blew to even get your championship, but you cannot convince me of a god damn thing. And another thing, while the competition for you in the other place is well... filled with mostly curtain jerkers! Here is not the case, you actually have to face talented wrestlers and while Liam Reilly might be good, the main mother fucker you gotta worry about is... ME!
In eight days on the debut episode of Thursday Night Liberty, I will become the first ever Libertarian Wrestling Freedom Champion. It's pretty much set in stone at this point. Mr. Redemption man himself won't be touching me, and the champion of a federation filled with talentless jackasses definitely won't dethrone me. I know there have been plenty of tool bags in the past that have claimed that the company would be turned upside down with their supposed "reign of supreme" and similar bullshit, but I can guarantee you that once I become champion. This company will change... for the better. Because I am...
THE FACE OF THIS GOD DAMN COMPANY! One last thing before I go...
Welcome to the Slaughterhouse... Believe that!"
Fade to black.
Also, all things I shoot on in my trash talk is strictly IN-CHARACTER! No OOC intent whatsoever.
Anyways, enjoy the RP and yeah, that's bout it.
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"The feeling of being sought out to compete for a new promotion has seemed to be the norm for me. If I sign the deal with Libertarian Wrestling, this would be my fourth place of employment in the last two years. Previously, I worked for the CWF - until personal problems amounted for all of us and we bounced. Then it was YCW... until the promotion merged with ICW to become Premium Championship Wrestling, who just about a month ago, went out of business. There are a couple of independent federations, both which Kev and myself have yet to have matches for and are not sure if our stint there will ever get off the ground. From my experiences so far. Moving around from place to place sure is...
A fucking bitch!
Sorry for my excessive use of profanity... actually scratch that, I don't apologize for a damn thing. Everybody knows that like my friends from Da Xtreme Dynasty, I tend to swear constantly, and if you don't like it. Fuck off! It's that simple. I don't conform for a damn person and I'm not gonna cut down on my profanity and what not. It's just not the way I was brought up in this business and I'll be damned if I turn my back on the formula I base my career off.
The one question that I'm sure is still on everybody's mind. Will J.T. Banks sign a contract with Libertarian Wrestling? In the video I posted days ago, I implied that I was going to think about it long and hard. Well there is also the dilemma on whether I should do it alone or be the face of the tag team division alongside my boy Kevin Styles. The latter part would be no problem at all. In fact, Da Xtreme Dynasty at twenty five percent can beat these jokers of tag teams that is currently signed to the company. It's a fact, not an opinion. I can tell you all that I will make my decision on whether to join LW or not by today. And if I do sign, I hope to find out about who gets to be slaughtered as well."
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The scene opens up to the home of J.T. Banks. Inside, he's sitting on his couch, watching television, dressed up in a pair of blue jeans, a black leather jacket with a Generation Xtreme t-shirt underneath and white Phat Farm shoes. He sits there for a moment until he hears the doorbell ring.
J.T. Banks: "Damn, who the hell can that be at this time?"
J.T. gets up off the couch and answers the door. He opens it up to find his long time tag team partner and friend Kevin Styles at the door. The two of them engage in a handshake and half-armed hug before Kevin comes inside. Upon coming in, J.T. asks him a question.
J.T. Banks: "Yo, what are you doing here?"
Kevin Styles: "Shit, man. After our history together. A simple hello would've done some justice."
J.T. Banks: "You are such a smart ass. Grade A 100%."
Kevin Styles: "True that mother fucker, true that."
J.T. Banks: "In all seriousness, what brings you by?"
Kevin Styles: "You should really check your emails from time to time. Well what I've got for ya also is in there."
J.T. Banks: "I'll check it in a bit, but come on. Tell me what it is."
Kevin Styles: "Alright, well there's a new promotion called Libertarian Wrestling, and they are very interested in signing the both of us."
J.T. Banks: "Really now? And what's your take on all of this?"
Kevin Styles: "Well, as much as I would like to team up again. At the same time, what else do we have to prove as tag team competitors?"
J.T. Banks: "You make a good point. We've pretty much done it all as a team, and I don't know the point in doing it again."
Kevin Styles: "Exactly."
J.T. Banks: "But where does that leave us exactly?"
Kevin Styles: "I was thinking one of us becomes a singles wrestler while the other becomes a manager."
J.T. Banks: "I don't know man. I mean, how fair would that be?"
Kevin Styles: "To be honest, it may not seem fair. But I'll make it easier to explain. Since I don't really feel like wrestling at this moment and time, that's why I want to be your manager."
J.T. Banks: "My manager?"
Kevin Styles: "Hell yes. I become the guy that stands at ringside while also maybe helping you win here and there, and look smexy doing it. While you just crush mother fuckers like you always have."
J.T. Banks: "So basically it's the norm except it's gonna be in singles matches instead of tag team?"
Kevin Styles: "Pretty much. You down?"
J.T. Banks: "Does the pope shit in the woods?"
Kevin Styles: "Maybe, maybe not. I don't know."
J.T. Banks: "Well count me in mother fucker."
Kevin Styles: "Kick ass. I knew you'd be cool with it."
J.T. Banks: "What makes you think that?"
Kevin Styles: "Because I know you better than anybody in this business. You take great pleasure in beating the hell out of other people. You thrive on it and let's be honest, this is a great opportunity for your career. First time being a full-time singles star since we were all back in ECCW."
J.T. Banks: "You have a point. I do have one question, do we have to go up to the headquarters and sign the mother fucking deal?"
Kevin Styles: "Does every hooker have a sexually transmitted disease?"
J.T. Banks: "You really are an asshole. I'm gonna have to go with yes."
Kevin Styles: "You'd be correct mother fucker, well more likely to be exact. We gotta be down there soon."
J.T. Banks: "Alright, I guess that sounds okay. Let's get the fuck out of here."
Kevin and J.T. both leave the house as the scene faded to black. The scene comes back up and about three hours later, they are at the Libertarian Wrestling headquarters. Most professional wrestling companies have those big ass buildings with the secretaries and shit. This office is a bit similar as it does have the secretaries, but it's not big time. Oh no, LW is an independent wrestling promotion, a type of federation both Kevin and J.T. have not competed for in six years. But they both think this is a really good opportunity and hey, there is some buzz about the promotion already, and everybody knows that Styles and Banks are all about being in the spotlight, whether it's good or bad. Both of them are anxiously waiting to be let in. Very shortly, a voice can be heard coming from inside the office.
Voice: Whoever's next, get on in!
Both Kevin and J.T. get up and walk inside. They both look around the office and are impressed with what they see, although both of them clearly think that more of the money can be used on talents instead of office crap. Both of them would gladly say it, but in this situation, they are trying to hold back from their "tell it like it is" attitude they display twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. They see Leo Hawkins dressed up in some cheap ass blue suit that you could easily get at a retail store. Both Styles and Banks try to hold their laughter in, but as has been known, today is a day where they're trying to get employed, and the last thing they want is their reckless reputation making waves yet again. Leo looks up and greets them with a smile.
Leo Hawkins: "Kevin Styles and J.T. Banks. Please, take a seat."
Kevin and J.T. each take a seat in front of the desk.
Leo Hawkins: "You know, after signing a few names to this roster. I'm extremely pleased to know that talents of your calibur has decided to check us out."
J.T. Banks (smirks): "Well, we are the best damn team in the business today. Nobody comes close."
Leo Hawkins: "Yes, although there are a few teams that will say otherwise."
J.T. Banks: "Hahaha! What teams?"
Leo Hawkins: "Huh?"
J.T. Banks: "Nevermind. Just carry on."
Leo Hawkins: Okay then. First things first, will you guys be signing as a tag team or as singles wrestlers?"
J.T. Banks: "Kev, which one of us tells what we've decided?"
Kevin Styles: "I think you should."
J.T. Banks: "Fair enough. Leo, both Kevin and myself have decided that it'd be best if I sign as a singles competitor and he is retained as my manager."
Leo Hawkins: "Really? Care to elaborate?"
J.T. Banks: Yes. Kevin Styles is suffering from some nagging injuries and he cannot compete at this time. While it is unfortunate that him and I can't team up and win our seventh tag team championship as a team, it does create a golden opportunity and that's with me being a singles competitor while he's calling the shots at ringside."
Kevin Styles: "Yeah buddy, it's the truth."
Leo Hawkins: "Mr. Styles, how do you feel about this."
Kevin Styles: "First off, just call me Kevin. Second, I'm perfectly fine with it. In fact, I was the one who brought the idea up. This is something neither of us have done before and everybody knows how much we hate staleness in professional wrestling."
J.T. Banks: "Exactly. We like to change it up every now and then. You know, think outside the box when that time comes."
Leo Hawkins: "Interesting. I like that in my employees. And to be honest, I think having you on the roster is my greatest honor for LW so far."
J.T. Banks: "Really now?"
Leo Hawkins: "Yes. I know what you've done in the business and how you operate in the ring. A no nonsense type of guy. With your style, and knowing that you're only twenty six years old. I envision you as a big time player for Libertarian Wrestling and I see it happening very soon. In fact, we can even make you as the face of this company."
J.T. Banks: "You mean, I can possibly be on the promotional posters as well as being THE GUY for a wrestling federation?"
Leo Hawkins: "Yes you most certain can and I believe you have the skill set to do just that."
J.T. Banks: "At first, I wasn't sure how this little thing was going to go, but after hearing what I could possibly do here. I think I'm gonna enjoy being in this company for as long as I am here."
Leo Hawkins: "So does that mean you're willing to sign on the dotted line?"
J.T. Banks: "Lemme think... Hell yeah!"
The boss gives J.T. and Kevin their contracts. Both being different as one is a wrestler's contract and the other being a managerial contract. J.T. and Kevin sign their respective contracts on the line and give it back to the boss.
J.T. Banks: "We can say that it was great doing business with you."
Leo Hawkins: "Excellent. Welcome to Libertarian Wrestling."
Both Kevin and J.T. shake hands with Leo before leaving the office. They eventually find their way outside of the building and they high-five and celebrate.
Kevin Styles: "Holy shit! Did you hear all that stuff he was saying?"
J.T. Banks: "I certainly did. Me being the face of the company? Somebody pinch me to see if I'm dreaming."
Kevin Styles: "I know. Shocking right?"
J.T. Banks: "Definitely, considering that this is the first time that has ever been linked with my name."
Kevin Styles: "You sure as fuck have the talent necessary to be the franchise player. And you know me man, I'll be here every step of the way."
J.T. Banks: "Fuckin' sweet man. I guess there's one thing we shall do."
Kevin Styles: "Which is?"
J.T. Banks: "Blaze up."
Kevin Styles: "Oh hell yeah. I'm so down with that."
J.T. Banks: "I figured you would say that. Now let's go get baked, mother fucker."
J.T. and Kevin walk away from the LW headquarters as the scene fades to black.
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"I have to be honest with you all. I never once thought that I would be back as a singles wrestler. Most of my time in this industry has been with me teaming with Kev. Just look at how dominant that team was and you can understand why I haven't really ventured into one on one matches a lot more than I have for the past five and a half years. I mean, we were THAT fucking dominant. Untouchable to be more precise. Not to say that we didn't always win. Of course we lost on very rare occasions, but hey, we weren't the best for nothing.
But this is a new day for me. On the first episode of Thursday Night Liberty, I get to compete in my first non-tag team match since I annihilated that little inbreded bitch Christina Richards back in January, but there's a key component in this biznitch! In this match, I compete against two other competitors and the winner becomes the first ever Freedom Champion. I knew I was fucking greatness personified (sorry James for stealing your phrase), but even I'm surprised that the boss gave me a championship opportunity on the very first show. Then again, I shouldn't be surprised because management clearly sees me as main event calibur talent and I am the rightful face of this company, whether any dumb ass likes it or not.
As for the two wrestlers who will be facing me. I guess I will get into Liam Reilly first! Now Liam was in PCW for about two months, being very mediocre in the process. Why do I state that? Come on, even Stevie Wonder could tell just how it was. Of course, most spoiled little rich kids tend to find out the hard way on how it is in the professional wrestling business. Only the strong survived PCW, and I like to think that is going to be the case in Libertarian Wrestling.
Now Liam, am I trashing your in-ring skills? Not at all. From what I've seen so far from you, you're one tough son of a bitch who just so happens to be a nifty technical wrestler, but half the time, you haven't been able to put it all together for some reason or another. For shit's sake, you lost a match to Draven Logan Kennedy. The incoherent retard! That's pretty fucking low for any professional wrestler to go through, and sorry to Steve Storme for even mentioning that.
Liam, I want to give you just a tad bit of advice. While you may be on your little road for redemption, trying to not be the disrespectul punk you once were, and I do commend you for changing your ways, but lemme fill you in on a little somethin', somethin'. Respect and honor doesn't matter one bit when it comes to inside of that ring. Sure you might be competing against friends and shit, and hey, we all have friends in the business, but at the end of the day. We're all fighting for that ultimate goal, and that is a victory. I know I'm gonna do this in anyway I can, but for your sake. I hope you do the same.
Speaking of opportunistic mother fuckers, that brings me to the other man in this match. Some know who this man is, while others could basically give a fucks less about him and the rat infested shit hole he came from. I personally don't care for the latter, but I definitely am aware of who you are, Syn. Don't think that just because I'm better than ninety-five percent of the rosters of both this company and your other place of employment, that I am not aware of what's gone down. Far contraire to be honest. I know what you've done and all that. You are a World Champion in somewhere that has a roster as talented as the Jobbers for Hire. My penis can win the main belt just like that. Why do I say that?
Because I can!
And I did. Here's the thing Syn. I know what you're all about. I've seen people like you before. You're apparently some intelligent, sociopathic, nihilistic madman whom wears face-paint and is very adept in manipulation and mind games. It's like you've come out of that Dark Knight movie or whatever. Point being, is that your "madman" like behavior is nothing but a fraud. How do I figure this? Come on, any idiot can see right through it. I've unfortunately had to deal with people who faked this type of behavior. Terry Richards and his family of retards being perfect examples of fake ass bitches in professional wrestling.
I know, I know. You're going to say that you're real and all that bullshit of the world. Trust me, that only flies with those mindless drones that likes to tell you everything you hear, as well as that fat douche bag that you blew to even get your championship, but you cannot convince me of a god damn thing. And another thing, while the competition for you in the other place is well... filled with mostly curtain jerkers! Here is not the case, you actually have to face talented wrestlers and while Liam Reilly might be good, the main mother fucker you gotta worry about is... ME!
In eight days on the debut episode of Thursday Night Liberty, I will become the first ever Libertarian Wrestling Freedom Champion. It's pretty much set in stone at this point. Mr. Redemption man himself won't be touching me, and the champion of a federation filled with talentless jackasses definitely won't dethrone me. I know there have been plenty of tool bags in the past that have claimed that the company would be turned upside down with their supposed "reign of supreme" and similar bullshit, but I can guarantee you that once I become champion. This company will change... for the better. Because I am...
THE FACE OF THIS GOD DAMN COMPANY! One last thing before I go...
Welcome to the Slaughterhouse... Believe that!"
Fade to black.