Post by AMW on Nov 19, 2012 3:01:04 GMT -5
Your Information
Your Name: AMW
Experience: 12 years or so
E-Mail Address: baddazz2k2@yahoo.com
MSN Messenger: n/a
AOL Instant Messenger: n/a
Yahoo Messenger: n/a
Other Messenger: I mainly use skype. If you want it message me?
Where did you find us?: E-Fed Knights, I think
Superstar Information
Wrestler's Name: Adrian Tanner Jr
Wrestler's Nickname: "The Arizona Assassin"
Billed From: Tucson, Arizona
Manager/Valet: n/a
Age: 25
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 225lbs
Face/Heel Status: Face
Theme Music: Genuflect - "Bullet" (possibly subject to change)
Gimmick: The Arizona Assassin is a man of many talents, but his favorites, by far, are kicking the crap outta people in the middle of a wrestling ring and making anyone who doubts him eat their words. The two are usually intertwined more often than not.
And he's okay with that.
Adrian's good. And he knows it. And he's not afraid to flaunt that knowledge all over your boot-stomped face.
Beyond the (over) confidence though, is a young man who thrives on bringing the WRESTLING back to Pro-Wrestling. He's of the mind that this is a SPORT and lives to be all that he can be in the process of dominating that sport.
He lives for the chance to go out there and wow the fans every single chance he gets. He'll admit he's a biiiit of a glory hound. While he's perfectly okay with working his way up from the bottom you can be sure he's going out there to make sure the name people remember most that night is "Adrian Effin' Tanner."
That's not to say he's an entirely disrespectful asshole. He's not. Honest! He'll show respect where its shown back at him, but he does looooove the opportunity to make anyone who disrespects him look really really dumb in the process.
Pic Base: Leonardo DiCaprio, circa The Departed
Physical Description: Adrian has short, dark-brown hair that parts down the middle. The bangs sometimes fall into his face if he's looking down at things. He has ice-blue eyes and a face that has been described as "immeasurably handsome." (Okay so only his wife ever said that, but STILL!)
Adrian's long legs are where he gets most of strength from. He's also quite fast and agile because of them.
He has various scars here and there from battles all over the world, his only tattoo is one of the S-Shield attached to a pair of angel wings with "A + R" inside the shield in cursive lettering.
Detailed Appearance (out of the ring): Outside of the ring Adrian can generally be seen wearing khaki pants, regular tennis shoes and whatever custom t-shirt of his that he's decided to bust out for the occasion. He has an entire line of custom-made t-shirts with various slogans, mottos or just things he finds funny that he's put on a t-shirt throughout the years and he's always coming up with new ones.
Detailed Appearance (In the ring): In the ring Adrian wears a variety of colored short tights that go down to just above his knees. Both sides have the Superman "S-Shield" logo with "AT" in bold font inside the shield. The shield and letters generally coincide with the color of his tights. His favorite are his "metallic blue" tights with bold white shield logo on the sides that shimmer in the light, but he has any number of different variants on this outfit.
He wears elbow and knee pads that synch up with his attire, along with white wrist-tape and a pair of matching colored boots, with the trim of the boots usually matching the shield colors.
Personality: See "Gimmick" up above. It's all pretty much explained there.
Brief Bio:
Style (Hardcore, Brawler, etc.): Technical Aerialist.
Entrance (write it in detail because it will be copied and pasted into our shows when your character enters the ring.):
The house lights dim to black and spliced footage from Metal Gear Solid III appears on the screen.
Revolver Ocelot: Hold it right there, traitor. Let's find out just how lucky you are.
Ocelot reveals a bullet for his revolver. He loads the bullet.
Ocelot: Watch closely.
Ocelot takes out two more revolvers.
Ocelot: One of these three guns has a single bullet in it. I'm going to pull the trigger six times in a row. Are you ready?
Ocelot juggles the three guns. Each time he pulls a trigger, Sokolov winces. The fifth time a trigger is pulled, Sokolov pisses his pants.
Ocelot: Looks like your luck hasn't run out yet.
The sixth time, the gun fires and the screen shatters into a million pieces as "Bullet" by Genuflect booms through the speakers. Loud fireworks explode from the stage as the song kicks in and Adrian Tanner Jr stands in the middle of the stage, arms out to his side and head covered by the hood of his ring jacket. Red and white spotlights illuminate the stage as plays through the PA.
The red spotlights make a circle through the crowd while the white spotlights pulse in tune with the music for a very dizzying effect, as the Arizona Assassin makes his way down the ramp. He walks down the ramp towards the ring, slapping hands with a few fans before he pulls the jacket off as he slides under the ropes. He mounts the nearest turnbuckle and makes a gun motion with his left hand. He cocks the "guns", "fires" then jumps down and begins his pre-match warmup.
Finishing Moves:
1. The "Revolver" - Reverse STO Facebuster. Adrian has become so well versed in hitting the revolver that he can hit it in any number of different ways, and is always coming up with new ways to do so.
2. "The Best Damn Secondary Finisher, Period." Aka "The BDSFP." - A Variation of the "Styles Clash." Basically a "Styles Clash Piledriver." Adrian lifts his opponent up so that he is holding the opponent upside down by his legs. Adrian grabs the opponents arms and hooks them with his legs, then, holding onto his opponents legs, falls backwards, landing in a modified piledriver. Most of the time Adrian will stay in that position as it will land in a pinning predicament with the opponents arms already under Adrian's legs when he lands, though some times he'll opt to finish the opponent off in other ways.
Signature Moves:
"The SureShot '10" - Spinning wristclutch Fisherman's Buster
"Hi, Mom!" - Running shooting star press off the apron to an opponent laying or standing on the floor.
"Welcome to the Desert" - Double underhook Canadian facebreaker
"DO A BARREL ROLL!" Cartwheel bomb - Opponent doubled over, Adrian bounces off the ropes and twists into a cartwheel, grabbing the opponent from behind as he does and taking them over with a powerbomb variation.
"Gone, Baby, Gone" - Adrian grabs opponent for a suplex, but grabs the other leg so that the legs are crossed when he lifts them up, then drops them down with a brainbuster
"I took the (insert random number here) hour flight to (insert town the show is in) and all I got was this lousy BOOT TO THE FACE!" Adrian sends the opponent to the corner, follows in with repeated shoulders to the gut, followed by a whiplash corner dropkick to the face while opponent is slumped on the mat against the turnbuckle.
Basic Moveset:
(Adrian's moveset is geared entirely to working over the shoulder/arms/neck to setup for the Revolver. These are not the only moves he knows, so feel free to add whatever you'd like when you're writing a match with him in it. I just ask that you try to keep any extra moves relevant to his unique style.)
-Chops
-Enziguri
-Dropkick
-Flying forearm smash
-Arm drags
-Arm Drag into an armlock submission
-Flying armbar
-Arm-wringer
-Springboard single-arm DDT
-Roaring elbow
-Drop Toe hold into the turnbuckle/middle ropes
-Diving Hurricanrana
-Double knee backbreaker into straightjacket submission
-Single-knee facebreaker
-Facebreaker DDT
-Cobra clutch submission, twisted into a short-arm lariat
-Hammerlock submission into either: DDT, kneeling facebuster, northern lights suplex
-Springboard lariat
-Springboard thrust kick
-Running swinging neckbreaker
-Flying turnbuckle lariat (Miz's running lariat in the turnbuckle thing)
-Springboard tornado DDT
-Springboard backflip into a snap DDT
-Tilt-a-whirl facebreaker
-Electric chair dropped neck-first on the top rope followed by a bridging dragon suplex
-German suplex(es)
-Snap suplex(es)
-Cravate suplex
-Exploder suplex
-Fireman's carry facebreaker
-Rolling fireman's carry slam followed by a standing backflip splash
Sample RP (Required):
Your Name: AMW
Experience: 12 years or so
E-Mail Address: baddazz2k2@yahoo.com
MSN Messenger: n/a
AOL Instant Messenger: n/a
Yahoo Messenger: n/a
Other Messenger: I mainly use skype. If you want it message me?
Where did you find us?: E-Fed Knights, I think
Superstar Information
Wrestler's Name: Adrian Tanner Jr
Wrestler's Nickname: "The Arizona Assassin"
Billed From: Tucson, Arizona
Manager/Valet: n/a
Age: 25
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 225lbs
Face/Heel Status: Face
Theme Music: Genuflect - "Bullet" (possibly subject to change)
Gimmick: The Arizona Assassin is a man of many talents, but his favorites, by far, are kicking the crap outta people in the middle of a wrestling ring and making anyone who doubts him eat their words. The two are usually intertwined more often than not.
And he's okay with that.
Adrian's good. And he knows it. And he's not afraid to flaunt that knowledge all over your boot-stomped face.
Beyond the (over) confidence though, is a young man who thrives on bringing the WRESTLING back to Pro-Wrestling. He's of the mind that this is a SPORT and lives to be all that he can be in the process of dominating that sport.
He lives for the chance to go out there and wow the fans every single chance he gets. He'll admit he's a biiiit of a glory hound. While he's perfectly okay with working his way up from the bottom you can be sure he's going out there to make sure the name people remember most that night is "Adrian Effin' Tanner."
That's not to say he's an entirely disrespectful asshole. He's not. Honest! He'll show respect where its shown back at him, but he does looooove the opportunity to make anyone who disrespects him look really really dumb in the process.
Pic Base: Leonardo DiCaprio, circa The Departed
Physical Description: Adrian has short, dark-brown hair that parts down the middle. The bangs sometimes fall into his face if he's looking down at things. He has ice-blue eyes and a face that has been described as "immeasurably handsome." (Okay so only his wife ever said that, but STILL!)
Adrian's long legs are where he gets most of strength from. He's also quite fast and agile because of them.
He has various scars here and there from battles all over the world, his only tattoo is one of the S-Shield attached to a pair of angel wings with "A + R" inside the shield in cursive lettering.
Detailed Appearance (out of the ring): Outside of the ring Adrian can generally be seen wearing khaki pants, regular tennis shoes and whatever custom t-shirt of his that he's decided to bust out for the occasion. He has an entire line of custom-made t-shirts with various slogans, mottos or just things he finds funny that he's put on a t-shirt throughout the years and he's always coming up with new ones.
Detailed Appearance (In the ring): In the ring Adrian wears a variety of colored short tights that go down to just above his knees. Both sides have the Superman "S-Shield" logo with "AT" in bold font inside the shield. The shield and letters generally coincide with the color of his tights. His favorite are his "metallic blue" tights with bold white shield logo on the sides that shimmer in the light, but he has any number of different variants on this outfit.
He wears elbow and knee pads that synch up with his attire, along with white wrist-tape and a pair of matching colored boots, with the trim of the boots usually matching the shield colors.
Personality: See "Gimmick" up above. It's all pretty much explained there.
Brief Bio:
The boy who would grow up to be the BEST Light Heavyweight in the Business knew from an early age what he wanted to do with his life. Of course, it wasn't that hard to figure out when he was surrounded by the wrestling business from so early on. Living with his older brothers, pro wrestlers in their own right, meant that he spent a lot of time with other wrestlers either at shows or simply at home.
At age 16 Adrian was allowed to start training under his brothers, though he was made to promise to keep up with his schooling as well. At 18, Adrian graduated from high school and went into training full-time at his brother's newly opened wrestling school. A little over six months later, he made his debut for longtime family friend Paul Soutter's "Championship Wrestling Australia." Adrian lost his first match, but that loss only served to inspire him more. AS the CWA was restructered into Ring Syndicate: Australia, Adrian rededicated himself to proving that he was every bit as good as he truly thought he could be.
Flash forward 3 months, and the very first Ring Syndicate Inter-region PPV. The #1 contender to the Ring Syndicate Australian Heavyweight Title walked out of the show just days before, and Soutter was scrambling to find a replacement. Adrian, a young kid with three months real experience in the business was tapped with the shot of a lifetime! A shot nobody believed he could win, but a shot none the less.
So it was that an 18 year old rookie walked into his first Title match, on his first PPV in the Tokyo-Dome, one of the world's most famous wrestling arenas! Everyone around him laughed him off as a joke. Nobody believed in him. This was supposed to be an 'easy win' for the Champ to make up for his "real" opponent quitting.
Except, something else entirely happened. Adrian walked into that match as a boy, scared out of his gourd, in a strange land in the biggest match of his career. And then he SHOCKED THE WORLD, pinning the champ with a roll up and WINNING The Ring Syndicate Australian Heavyweight Championship~!
Adrian would go on a rollercoaster first run that only lasted two months, but for TWO MONTHS, this rookie kid who nobody believed in was CHAMPION of an entire region!
Winning that title unlocked a side of Adrian that he hasn't stopped exploiting yet. He would go onto win the Aus title another 2 times, but he would also seemingly win gold in ANY fed he joined. When he finally got up the nerve to join up with Hardkore World (a fed that's existed since the 1980's), his goals changed from simply proving he was more than some punk kid from Tucson to proving he was the BEST Light Heavyweight Wrestler in the Business! To this end, he won the Frank A. Marano Jr Memorial Cup, the Hardkore World Tag Team titles 3 times, the American Title once and went on a year-long run as the Hardkore World Light Heavyweight Champion. At one point he held three titles in Hardkore at the same time. The same year he was also named both Hardkore World AND EWRT Wrestler of the Year.
He'd finally made it. He was a star. He'd done everything he ever hoped to accomplish in this business... Except one. The World Heavyweight Championship.
Now, as he has grown and matured into the man he is today, he is on a worldwide quest with two goals, 1) to PROVE that he is what he claims to be, the BEST Light Heavyweight in the Business, and 2 ) to win a World Heavyweight Championship.
With the closing of his main fed, Hardkore World a few years ago Adrian decided to go on a pilgramige around the wrestling world, to prove himself to be every bit as good as he claims he is. Step one of that tour lead to him meeting one Rachel Ellsworth (now Tanner), a rising star in her own right, and the love of his life. It was basically love at first sight, they have been married for almost a year now and the two have never been happier. Step two lead Adrian to the one thing he hadnt yet earned in this business, a World Heavyweight Championship. Now that he's done just about everything he's ever hoped to accomplish in the business he is determined to travel the world and face (and beat) the best wrestlers in the business that he has yet to face.
At age 16 Adrian was allowed to start training under his brothers, though he was made to promise to keep up with his schooling as well. At 18, Adrian graduated from high school and went into training full-time at his brother's newly opened wrestling school. A little over six months later, he made his debut for longtime family friend Paul Soutter's "Championship Wrestling Australia." Adrian lost his first match, but that loss only served to inspire him more. AS the CWA was restructered into Ring Syndicate: Australia, Adrian rededicated himself to proving that he was every bit as good as he truly thought he could be.
Flash forward 3 months, and the very first Ring Syndicate Inter-region PPV. The #1 contender to the Ring Syndicate Australian Heavyweight Title walked out of the show just days before, and Soutter was scrambling to find a replacement. Adrian, a young kid with three months real experience in the business was tapped with the shot of a lifetime! A shot nobody believed he could win, but a shot none the less.
So it was that an 18 year old rookie walked into his first Title match, on his first PPV in the Tokyo-Dome, one of the world's most famous wrestling arenas! Everyone around him laughed him off as a joke. Nobody believed in him. This was supposed to be an 'easy win' for the Champ to make up for his "real" opponent quitting.
Except, something else entirely happened. Adrian walked into that match as a boy, scared out of his gourd, in a strange land in the biggest match of his career. And then he SHOCKED THE WORLD, pinning the champ with a roll up and WINNING The Ring Syndicate Australian Heavyweight Championship~!
Adrian would go on a rollercoaster first run that only lasted two months, but for TWO MONTHS, this rookie kid who nobody believed in was CHAMPION of an entire region!
Winning that title unlocked a side of Adrian that he hasn't stopped exploiting yet. He would go onto win the Aus title another 2 times, but he would also seemingly win gold in ANY fed he joined. When he finally got up the nerve to join up with Hardkore World (a fed that's existed since the 1980's), his goals changed from simply proving he was more than some punk kid from Tucson to proving he was the BEST Light Heavyweight Wrestler in the Business! To this end, he won the Frank A. Marano Jr Memorial Cup, the Hardkore World Tag Team titles 3 times, the American Title once and went on a year-long run as the Hardkore World Light Heavyweight Champion. At one point he held three titles in Hardkore at the same time. The same year he was also named both Hardkore World AND EWRT Wrestler of the Year.
He'd finally made it. He was a star. He'd done everything he ever hoped to accomplish in this business... Except one. The World Heavyweight Championship.
Now, as he has grown and matured into the man he is today, he is on a worldwide quest with two goals, 1) to PROVE that he is what he claims to be, the BEST Light Heavyweight in the Business, and 2 ) to win a World Heavyweight Championship.
With the closing of his main fed, Hardkore World a few years ago Adrian decided to go on a pilgramige around the wrestling world, to prove himself to be every bit as good as he claims he is. Step one of that tour lead to him meeting one Rachel Ellsworth (now Tanner), a rising star in her own right, and the love of his life. It was basically love at first sight, they have been married for almost a year now and the two have never been happier. Step two lead Adrian to the one thing he hadnt yet earned in this business, a World Heavyweight Championship. Now that he's done just about everything he's ever hoped to accomplish in the business he is determined to travel the world and face (and beat) the best wrestlers in the business that he has yet to face.
Style (Hardcore, Brawler, etc.): Technical Aerialist.
Entrance (write it in detail because it will be copied and pasted into our shows when your character enters the ring.):
The house lights dim to black and spliced footage from Metal Gear Solid III appears on the screen.
Revolver Ocelot: Hold it right there, traitor. Let's find out just how lucky you are.
Ocelot reveals a bullet for his revolver. He loads the bullet.
Ocelot: Watch closely.
Ocelot takes out two more revolvers.
Ocelot: One of these three guns has a single bullet in it. I'm going to pull the trigger six times in a row. Are you ready?
Ocelot juggles the three guns. Each time he pulls a trigger, Sokolov winces. The fifth time a trigger is pulled, Sokolov pisses his pants.
Ocelot: Looks like your luck hasn't run out yet.
The sixth time, the gun fires and the screen shatters into a million pieces as "Bullet" by Genuflect booms through the speakers. Loud fireworks explode from the stage as the song kicks in and Adrian Tanner Jr stands in the middle of the stage, arms out to his side and head covered by the hood of his ring jacket. Red and white spotlights illuminate the stage as plays through the PA.
The red spotlights make a circle through the crowd while the white spotlights pulse in tune with the music for a very dizzying effect, as the Arizona Assassin makes his way down the ramp. He walks down the ramp towards the ring, slapping hands with a few fans before he pulls the jacket off as he slides under the ropes. He mounts the nearest turnbuckle and makes a gun motion with his left hand. He cocks the "guns", "fires" then jumps down and begins his pre-match warmup.
Finishing Moves:
1. The "Revolver" - Reverse STO Facebuster. Adrian has become so well versed in hitting the revolver that he can hit it in any number of different ways, and is always coming up with new ways to do so.
2. "The Best Damn Secondary Finisher, Period." Aka "The BDSFP." - A Variation of the "Styles Clash." Basically a "Styles Clash Piledriver." Adrian lifts his opponent up so that he is holding the opponent upside down by his legs. Adrian grabs the opponents arms and hooks them with his legs, then, holding onto his opponents legs, falls backwards, landing in a modified piledriver. Most of the time Adrian will stay in that position as it will land in a pinning predicament with the opponents arms already under Adrian's legs when he lands, though some times he'll opt to finish the opponent off in other ways.
Signature Moves:
"The SureShot '10" - Spinning wristclutch Fisherman's Buster
"Hi, Mom!" - Running shooting star press off the apron to an opponent laying or standing on the floor.
"Welcome to the Desert" - Double underhook Canadian facebreaker
"DO A BARREL ROLL!" Cartwheel bomb - Opponent doubled over, Adrian bounces off the ropes and twists into a cartwheel, grabbing the opponent from behind as he does and taking them over with a powerbomb variation.
"Gone, Baby, Gone" - Adrian grabs opponent for a suplex, but grabs the other leg so that the legs are crossed when he lifts them up, then drops them down with a brainbuster
"I took the (insert random number here) hour flight to (insert town the show is in) and all I got was this lousy BOOT TO THE FACE!" Adrian sends the opponent to the corner, follows in with repeated shoulders to the gut, followed by a whiplash corner dropkick to the face while opponent is slumped on the mat against the turnbuckle.
Basic Moveset:
(Adrian's moveset is geared entirely to working over the shoulder/arms/neck to setup for the Revolver. These are not the only moves he knows, so feel free to add whatever you'd like when you're writing a match with him in it. I just ask that you try to keep any extra moves relevant to his unique style.)
-Chops
-Enziguri
-Dropkick
-Flying forearm smash
-Arm drags
-Arm Drag into an armlock submission
-Flying armbar
-Arm-wringer
-Springboard single-arm DDT
-Roaring elbow
-Drop Toe hold into the turnbuckle/middle ropes
-Diving Hurricanrana
-Double knee backbreaker into straightjacket submission
-Single-knee facebreaker
-Facebreaker DDT
-Cobra clutch submission, twisted into a short-arm lariat
-Hammerlock submission into either: DDT, kneeling facebuster, northern lights suplex
-Springboard lariat
-Springboard thrust kick
-Running swinging neckbreaker
-Flying turnbuckle lariat (Miz's running lariat in the turnbuckle thing)
-Springboard tornado DDT
-Springboard backflip into a snap DDT
-Tilt-a-whirl facebreaker
-Electric chair dropped neck-first on the top rope followed by a bridging dragon suplex
-German suplex(es)
-Snap suplex(es)
-Cravate suplex
-Exploder suplex
-Fireman's carry facebreaker
-Rolling fireman's carry slam followed by a standing backflip splash
Sample RP (Required):
NEXTWAVE Productions, LLC, presents:
Vile "Vince Viper's favorite Tag Team, NEXTWAVE (Adrian Tanner Jr, and Cecil Kennedy w/Brandon Young)
In
REVENGE OF THE ATTACK OF THE NIGHT OF THE LIVING SHIROS PART 3~!
“Hey guys, Jagi promoed again.”
[Our heroes groan in boredom, still stuck inside the laboratory from the Shinra HQ Convention Centre in downtown Fuckoff, Japan. Trapped in their own personal hell, surrounded by an army of raving Shiro Zombies, Nextwave takes it in strive. Well not really, but their bored enough that Adrian is listening to his iPod while watching Cecil search for a way to stop the madness.]
Adrian: Heads of state who ride and wrangle, who look at your face from more than one angle, can cut you from their bloated budget, like sharpened knives through chicken mcnuggets.
[Brandon Young, watching on his iPhone, repeats the words again, and Cecil rolls his eyes. He knows what’s coming. WE ALL know what’s coming. It’s a Shiro Promo. All they do is repeat themselves, uncaring that everyone and their mother has already made their points irrelevant. But they don’t care. Because their the Shiros. And somehow because they believe their the greatest most super awesome people ever, it MUST be true. Even though it isn’t. Don’t believe it? Why, just look at the 8000 promos from all of them this month alone.]
Adrian: Well, heads of state who ride and wrangle, who look at your face from more than one angle, can cut you from their bloated budget, like sharpened knives through chicken mcnuggets.
Brandon: Hey asshats, you hear me?
Cecil: I heard you. Oh yay. What’d he do this time?
Brandon: Well, so far, he’s yelled a lot. And called me and you “Tea Bagging Young,” and “Left nut sucking Kennedy.”
Cecil: Yeah, that’s original.
Adrian: Shut the fuck...awwwww riiight, shut the fuck up.
Brandon: Oh, and he SCREAMED AT US TO NOT DO ANY MORE RIDICULOUSLY LONG PROMOS LIKE THIS BECAUSE ITS FUN TO YELL LOUDLY FOR NO REASON.
Cecil: DOES HE EVER THINK ABOUT WHAT HE SAYS BEFORE HE TALKS? HOW DOES HE GO OFF MAKING FUN OF US WHEN HE’S IN A FUCKING STABLE FULL OF HACKS WHO DO IT FAR WORSE THAN WE’VE DONE SO FAR. Hey, that is kinda fun.
Brandon: Oh, and he’s still ‘ridin’ with his two dollar whore.
Cecil: And I’ll bet he made absolutely sure to make mention of just EXACTLY what she looks like, even though we’ve already made it clear we... don’t care, right?
Brandon: Yep. Only now instead of his pimped out gangsta mobile that all Japanese people ride in, him and his whore are ‘ridin’ in the, and I kid you not, “UHOH’s private Jet.”
Adrian: Shut the fuck... uuuuuuupppppppppp. Nah, nah, learn to buck up.
Cecil: For a guy who claims to love dat pussy, he SURE loves to flaunt himself around in his underwear and talk about dicks a lot.
Brandon: I noticed that too.
Adrian: Right. Right. Shut the fuck....
Brandon: And he seems to think we’ve ‘borrowed’ something from Madison and that Adrian needs to do something ‘better’ to get a ‘push’ to the fraud’s “Title.”
Cecil: Right, cause it’s not like Madison was even the inventor of wacky gimmick filled promos made to make your opponents look like complete fucking tools. It’s not like Adrian hadn’t been doing that type of “fun-filled not boring anti-thesis of the Shiros RAH LOOK IT ME I RIDE IN MY PIMPED OUT VEHICLE AND HAVE SEX WITH MY BITCHES N HOES. THAT MAKES ME LEET YO” promos since the days of the Connection or anything.
Brandon: Careful Ceece, I don’t think Jagi knows what anti-thesis means.
Cecil: Eh, all he has to do is ask Pat to let him borrow his thesaurus and dictionary for a couple minutes.
Adrian: Nah... Nah... Learn to buck up.
Brandon: Oh, this might be my favorite Jagi line ever. Check this.
[Brandon takes his headphone out and plays the Jagi clip for the room, not that Adrian’s actually paying attention. He might if Jagi actually had something NEW to say. But as he KNOWS Jagi doesn’t, he just keeps singing along to his iPod.]
Then to top it off you need to play off of Keeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnndy and “Young so Goy” to sound have way effect?
Brandon: What the fuck does this even mean?
Adrian: now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
will eat your children and steal your thunder,
while heavy torsos that heave and hurl
who crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels.
Cecil: My two weeks in ancient made up languages might come in handy here. Play it again.
Adrian: now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
will eat your children and steal your thunder,
while heavy torsos that heave and hurl
who crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels.
Then to top it off you need to play off of Keeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnndy and “Young so Goy” to sound have way effect?
Adrian: Shut the fuck... Awwwwww shut the fuck up.
Cecil: ....Eh, best I can tell it’s some form of ancient Taiwanese. Sucky sucky five dorra. Me ruv u rong time? That sorta thing. Does anyone really care? It IS Jagi Shiro after all.
Brandon: Oh! Oh! And then, he brings up AGAIN! How Adrian apparently “can’t do anything without either of us around.”
Adrian: Shut the fuck uuuuuupppppp.
Cecil: ...You mean the SAME thing he said a promo ago which Adrian spent an entire like half hour proving just how fucking stupid it is to say that a man who went on a YEAR LONG undefeated streak with NO HELP despite being a part of the Society of the New Breed “can’t do anything on his own?”
Brandon: Yeah, that. I’d also like to point out, if we hadn’t made him look like an idiot enough already, that Jagi’s running around with his paid whore and having her interject her own “thoughts” much the same way we tend to do with Adrian.
Adrian: Shut the fuck.... Awwwwwww, learn to buck up.
Cecil: ....Only without the paid whore part.
Brandon: Well, I’m not, but you... I dunno about.
Cecil: ...Grace.
Brandon: ...Carrying on now. Oh, he’s replaying stuff again. At least this time it’s somewhat relevant, even it’s still fucking retarded. Hey Jagi, PAY ATTENTION, okay? We admitted you did something, okay? We said that LAST FUCKING PROMO.
Cecil: But you still didn’t do anything WORTHWHILE.
Adrian: Shut the fuck...
Brandon: There’s a difference you, peon.
Cecil: A HUGE one.
Brandon: See, Syb winning five world titles. THAT’s doing something. Andrew Karnage holding like 8 World Tag Titles. THAT’s doing something. Adrian being the longest reigning and greatest Light Heavyweight Champion of the LAST TEN YEARS, that’s doing something.
Cecil: And that’s not just talk, Jags. Came from the almighty Guillermo O’Bannon himself.
Brandon: And hey, even your faggy older brothers winning Hardkore World Tag Team of the Year twice despite not doing much of anything to earn that rep... THAT’s doing something!
Cecil: You, however, running in on eighteen quadrazillion matches... THATS NOT ACTUALLY DOING ANYTHING WORTHWHILE.
Brandon: Do you know how many people ACTUALLY care that Bryant McCoy and Michael Black aren’t here anymore?
Cecil: One. You. So please.
Adrian: Shut the fuck uuuuuppppppppp.
Cecil: Yeah. What he said.
Brandon: Oh, and Jags... Even when you try to be right, your still wrong. Did Adrian actually spend hours proclaiming how amazingly awesome it was to be an IGA World Tag Champ, or how amazingly supremely cool it was to know Bryant McCoy? Did he?
Cecil: Nope.
Adrian: Shut the fuck upppppppp.... Learn to buck up.
Brandon: Then you’re still WRONG. Because the last time you two did this thing, YOU went ON and ON and ON and ON and ON and ON and ON-
Cecil: -and ON and ON and ON and ON and ON and ON and ON and ON and ON and ON and ON and ON-
Adrian: Right, shut the fuck up.
Brandon: I think the point’s been made Ceece. But yeah, you went ON AND ON about your thousand EEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW Light Heavyweight Titles being the REASON you would beat Adrian. Whereas neither Adrian, myself or Cecil has made ANY sort of claim to our PAST titles being the reason your about to get murdered in that ring by my best friend.
Cecil: You’re about to get murdered by my good friend Adrian because HE’s about eight bazillion times the man you’ll ever be, both in that ring and out of it.
Brandon: In life itself.
Adrian: Learn to buck up.
Cecil: Also, no Jagi, we’re stuck in this shithole surrounded by your brethren because it’s funny and actually interesting, even if slightly disturbing.
Brandon: Y’know, this seems like the same thing he said to Vile before that match he went and lost in the Frank.
Adrian: That’s because it IS. It’s also the exact same shit he tried to say to me LAST YEAR.
Brandon: Ready to join the convo, eh?
Adrian: Might as well, the symbolism of my singing along to perfectly setup music while you two made him look like even more of a laughingstock might be a tad to hard for him to grasp.
Brandon: Playing Ball in a Cup would be too hard for him to understand.
Cecil: But why?! It’s a ball in a cup attached to a string! All you do is try to get the ball in the cup! Miss? Oh well, cause it’s still attached to the cup! You just try again!
Brandon: This is the kid who calls me “Tea Bagging Young.”
Cecil: ...Point.
Adrian: Jagi, for the LIFE of me. PLEASE. Come up with something new. I reaaaaaaaalllllyyyyy hate repeating myself, and yet, it seems like every time I’m around you ALL I DO is repeat myself, because you can’t seem to understand the easiest fucking concepts in the world.
You’re the new thing I’m the old thing. Despite me being 22 years old and you being ten years older than me, but somehow I’M the one who’s washed up and old.
Your so uber awesomely cool and don’t need anyone to do anything for you despite the fact the only way you even GOT INTO THE COMPANY is with Ken. Despite the fact that you WON YOUR FIRST FUCKING TITLE THANKS TO YOUR BROTHER WHO YOU DON’T NEED AT ALL.
Adrian: Right. Y’know what, Jags? You come back here with the same shit again, and I might just replay my promos from last year. Because it seems that you STILL haven’t learned a FUCKING THING, and I am tired of saying the same thing over and over and over and over and over again to you.
Brandon: I think you said THAT to him last year too.
Adrian: I did. Why do you think it comes so easily to me. Because he has nothing new to say, and when he does try to seem fresh and new, it’s still the same old garbage disguised as something new.
I don’t care how many times you run around with your big tittied bitches and your pimped out sports cars. I don’t care that you have no friends and can’t seem to grasp the value in Group-mocking the saddest fucking excuse for a wrestler ever-
Cecil: And Jags, if you don’t “need” anybody, then why are you flying on the UHOH’s uber cool private jet? Huh? Huh?
Adrian: ....Like I said. Your STILL going on and on about me being “old” and “not being able to do things on my own” and EVERY SINGLE THING YOU SAID FUCKING LAST YEAR.
So yes, Jagi, I AM going to beat you. Because if you still have yet to learn anything new intellectually, than you certainly won’t have learned anything new physically. One works within the other. And you clearly have neither.
So listen up, idiot. Because I’m only going to say this once more.
I beat The Mediocre Syberus on MY OWN. 6 times. I beat Lucifer Jones, on MY OWN. I beat Dan Stein on MY OWN.
[Adrian takes a deep breath.]
Adrian: And, guess what fucknut? I beat YOU. On MY OWN. What part of this does not compute. Is it the “you,” or the “my own?”
Help me to help you, Jags. Help me to help you.
Brandon: I wouldn’t be surprised if it wasn’t actually the “the.” Or “on.” Or “period.”
Cecil: I’m betting on the “I beat” part, myself. Given how he’s never actually beaten anyone worth noting.
Adrian: And since we’ve already established this but I know you’ll try to bring it up again anyways, beating Dave does NOT count, Jagi. YES you beat him. I said that last promo. But Dave Sadler is not someone “worth noting.” Yes, he ‘pinned me,’ but if I have to remind you for the eightieth time, he ONLY did so after I’d beaten him twice and you and your faggy brother ran in and attacked me.
Which, by the way, is still not doing anything worthwhile.
Adrian: Do you know how many times I’ve beaten Dave, Jagi? The number’s in like the 20's now. That’s why he was sooooo fucking enamored with me for years. Because he kept trying, and he kept trying and he kept trying, but he never got the job done. Until you stuck your nose in MY business.
[Adrian steel blue eyes are focused directly on the camera.]
Adrian: And for that, and all the other atrocities you’ve committed over the last couple years, I’m going to make you scream like you pay your little skanks to pretend to do for you. Only this scream isn’t gonna be the “Oh Jagi! Do me harder with you tiny penis while you big brother rapes you from behind! Me so hornyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”
Nah, this one’s gonna be more of a “Oh my fucking god my legs, he’s breaking my fucking legs please make it STOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPP!”
But there won’t be any stopping Jagi. Not till I’m satisfied. Not till I’ve watched the blood drain from your cold, lifeless hands. Not till I’ve dropped you on your head hard enough that your seeing replays of me dropping you on your head in your fucking nightmares for the rest of your short, miserable fucking life.
YOU are the one who has something to prove here Jagi. I’ve already beaten you. Again, on MY OWN. You can’t seem to do a single fucking without some sort of help from your fucking brothers. But your brothers won’t be there to save you this time, Jagi. Nobody’s gonna save you from the epic beating your about to receive, Jagi.
So, flaunt all you want. Make all the inane arguments that make no sense whatsoever all you want. Continue to repeat the same things I shot down, not only a promo ago, but LAST YEAR all you want.
Because none of it’s gonna save you, Jagi. Your day has come. Your fate has already been decided. God called up the Arizona Assassin to put you out of his, my, and the rest of the Universe’s misery.
And I have heeded the great Raptor Jesus’s call to arms. I WILL end you. I WILL take my Title back.
And there isn’t a fucking thing you can do to stop me. You know why?
Brandon: Because he couldn’t fucking stop you before.
Adrian: And he’s not gonna stop me now. Raptor Jesus has spoken. Your fucked.
Deal with it. Now please, do as the music says.
[Adrian puts his headphones back on.]
Adrian: Shut the fuck upppppppppppp!
Vile "Vince Viper's favorite Tag Team, NEXTWAVE (Adrian Tanner Jr, and Cecil Kennedy w/Brandon Young)
In
REVENGE OF THE ATTACK OF THE NIGHT OF THE LIVING SHIROS PART 3~!
“Hey guys, Jagi promoed again.”
[Our heroes groan in boredom, still stuck inside the laboratory from the Shinra HQ Convention Centre in downtown Fuckoff, Japan. Trapped in their own personal hell, surrounded by an army of raving Shiro Zombies, Nextwave takes it in strive. Well not really, but their bored enough that Adrian is listening to his iPod while watching Cecil search for a way to stop the madness.]
Adrian: Heads of state who ride and wrangle, who look at your face from more than one angle, can cut you from their bloated budget, like sharpened knives through chicken mcnuggets.
[Brandon Young, watching on his iPhone, repeats the words again, and Cecil rolls his eyes. He knows what’s coming. WE ALL know what’s coming. It’s a Shiro Promo. All they do is repeat themselves, uncaring that everyone and their mother has already made their points irrelevant. But they don’t care. Because their the Shiros. And somehow because they believe their the greatest most super awesome people ever, it MUST be true. Even though it isn’t. Don’t believe it? Why, just look at the 8000 promos from all of them this month alone.]
Adrian: Well, heads of state who ride and wrangle, who look at your face from more than one angle, can cut you from their bloated budget, like sharpened knives through chicken mcnuggets.
Brandon: Hey asshats, you hear me?
Cecil: I heard you. Oh yay. What’d he do this time?
Brandon: Well, so far, he’s yelled a lot. And called me and you “Tea Bagging Young,” and “Left nut sucking Kennedy.”
Cecil: Yeah, that’s original.
Adrian: Shut the fuck...awwwww riiight, shut the fuck up.
Brandon: Oh, and he SCREAMED AT US TO NOT DO ANY MORE RIDICULOUSLY LONG PROMOS LIKE THIS BECAUSE ITS FUN TO YELL LOUDLY FOR NO REASON.
Cecil: DOES HE EVER THINK ABOUT WHAT HE SAYS BEFORE HE TALKS? HOW DOES HE GO OFF MAKING FUN OF US WHEN HE’S IN A FUCKING STABLE FULL OF HACKS WHO DO IT FAR WORSE THAN WE’VE DONE SO FAR. Hey, that is kinda fun.
Brandon: Oh, and he’s still ‘ridin’ with his two dollar whore.
Cecil: And I’ll bet he made absolutely sure to make mention of just EXACTLY what she looks like, even though we’ve already made it clear we... don’t care, right?
Brandon: Yep. Only now instead of his pimped out gangsta mobile that all Japanese people ride in, him and his whore are ‘ridin’ in the, and I kid you not, “UHOH’s private Jet.”
Adrian: Shut the fuck... uuuuuuupppppppppp. Nah, nah, learn to buck up.
Cecil: For a guy who claims to love dat pussy, he SURE loves to flaunt himself around in his underwear and talk about dicks a lot.
Brandon: I noticed that too.
Adrian: Right. Right. Shut the fuck....
Brandon: And he seems to think we’ve ‘borrowed’ something from Madison and that Adrian needs to do something ‘better’ to get a ‘push’ to the fraud’s “Title.”
Cecil: Right, cause it’s not like Madison was even the inventor of wacky gimmick filled promos made to make your opponents look like complete fucking tools. It’s not like Adrian hadn’t been doing that type of “fun-filled not boring anti-thesis of the Shiros RAH LOOK IT ME I RIDE IN MY PIMPED OUT VEHICLE AND HAVE SEX WITH MY BITCHES N HOES. THAT MAKES ME LEET YO” promos since the days of the Connection or anything.
Brandon: Careful Ceece, I don’t think Jagi knows what anti-thesis means.
Cecil: Eh, all he has to do is ask Pat to let him borrow his thesaurus and dictionary for a couple minutes.
Adrian: Nah... Nah... Learn to buck up.
Brandon: Oh, this might be my favorite Jagi line ever. Check this.
[Brandon takes his headphone out and plays the Jagi clip for the room, not that Adrian’s actually paying attention. He might if Jagi actually had something NEW to say. But as he KNOWS Jagi doesn’t, he just keeps singing along to his iPod.]
Then to top it off you need to play off of Keeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnndy and “Young so Goy” to sound have way effect?
Brandon: What the fuck does this even mean?
Adrian: now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
will eat your children and steal your thunder,
while heavy torsos that heave and hurl
who crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels.
Cecil: My two weeks in ancient made up languages might come in handy here. Play it again.
Adrian: now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
will eat your children and steal your thunder,
while heavy torsos that heave and hurl
who crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels.
Then to top it off you need to play off of Keeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnndy and “Young so Goy” to sound have way effect?
Adrian: Shut the fuck... Awwwwww shut the fuck up.
Cecil: ....Eh, best I can tell it’s some form of ancient Taiwanese. Sucky sucky five dorra. Me ruv u rong time? That sorta thing. Does anyone really care? It IS Jagi Shiro after all.
Brandon: Oh! Oh! And then, he brings up AGAIN! How Adrian apparently “can’t do anything without either of us around.”
Adrian: Shut the fuck uuuuuupppppp.
Cecil: ...You mean the SAME thing he said a promo ago which Adrian spent an entire like half hour proving just how fucking stupid it is to say that a man who went on a YEAR LONG undefeated streak with NO HELP despite being a part of the Society of the New Breed “can’t do anything on his own?”
Brandon: Yeah, that. I’d also like to point out, if we hadn’t made him look like an idiot enough already, that Jagi’s running around with his paid whore and having her interject her own “thoughts” much the same way we tend to do with Adrian.
Adrian: Shut the fuck.... Awwwwwww, learn to buck up.
Cecil: ....Only without the paid whore part.
Brandon: Well, I’m not, but you... I dunno about.
Cecil: ...Grace.
Brandon: ...Carrying on now. Oh, he’s replaying stuff again. At least this time it’s somewhat relevant, even it’s still fucking retarded. Hey Jagi, PAY ATTENTION, okay? We admitted you did something, okay? We said that LAST FUCKING PROMO.
Cecil: But you still didn’t do anything WORTHWHILE.
Adrian: Shut the fuck...
Brandon: There’s a difference you, peon.
Cecil: A HUGE one.
Brandon: See, Syb winning five world titles. THAT’s doing something. Andrew Karnage holding like 8 World Tag Titles. THAT’s doing something. Adrian being the longest reigning and greatest Light Heavyweight Champion of the LAST TEN YEARS, that’s doing something.
Cecil: And that’s not just talk, Jags. Came from the almighty Guillermo O’Bannon himself.
Brandon: And hey, even your faggy older brothers winning Hardkore World Tag Team of the Year twice despite not doing much of anything to earn that rep... THAT’s doing something!
Cecil: You, however, running in on eighteen quadrazillion matches... THATS NOT ACTUALLY DOING ANYTHING WORTHWHILE.
Brandon: Do you know how many people ACTUALLY care that Bryant McCoy and Michael Black aren’t here anymore?
Cecil: One. You. So please.
Adrian: Shut the fuck uuuuuppppppppp.
Cecil: Yeah. What he said.
Brandon: Oh, and Jags... Even when you try to be right, your still wrong. Did Adrian actually spend hours proclaiming how amazingly awesome it was to be an IGA World Tag Champ, or how amazingly supremely cool it was to know Bryant McCoy? Did he?
Cecil: Nope.
Adrian: Shut the fuck upppppppp.... Learn to buck up.
Brandon: Then you’re still WRONG. Because the last time you two did this thing, YOU went ON and ON and ON and ON and ON and ON and ON-
Cecil: -and ON and ON and ON and ON and ON and ON and ON and ON and ON and ON and ON and ON-
Adrian: Right, shut the fuck up.
Brandon: I think the point’s been made Ceece. But yeah, you went ON AND ON about your thousand EEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW Light Heavyweight Titles being the REASON you would beat Adrian. Whereas neither Adrian, myself or Cecil has made ANY sort of claim to our PAST titles being the reason your about to get murdered in that ring by my best friend.
Cecil: You’re about to get murdered by my good friend Adrian because HE’s about eight bazillion times the man you’ll ever be, both in that ring and out of it.
Brandon: In life itself.
Adrian: Learn to buck up.
Cecil: Also, no Jagi, we’re stuck in this shithole surrounded by your brethren because it’s funny and actually interesting, even if slightly disturbing.
Brandon: Y’know, this seems like the same thing he said to Vile before that match he went and lost in the Frank.
Adrian: That’s because it IS. It’s also the exact same shit he tried to say to me LAST YEAR.
Brandon: Ready to join the convo, eh?
Adrian: Might as well, the symbolism of my singing along to perfectly setup music while you two made him look like even more of a laughingstock might be a tad to hard for him to grasp.
Brandon: Playing Ball in a Cup would be too hard for him to understand.
Cecil: But why?! It’s a ball in a cup attached to a string! All you do is try to get the ball in the cup! Miss? Oh well, cause it’s still attached to the cup! You just try again!
Brandon: This is the kid who calls me “Tea Bagging Young.”
Cecil: ...Point.
Adrian: Jagi, for the LIFE of me. PLEASE. Come up with something new. I reaaaaaaaalllllyyyyy hate repeating myself, and yet, it seems like every time I’m around you ALL I DO is repeat myself, because you can’t seem to understand the easiest fucking concepts in the world.
You’re the new thing I’m the old thing. Despite me being 22 years old and you being ten years older than me, but somehow I’M the one who’s washed up and old.
Your so uber awesomely cool and don’t need anyone to do anything for you despite the fact the only way you even GOT INTO THE COMPANY is with Ken. Despite the fact that you WON YOUR FIRST FUCKING TITLE THANKS TO YOUR BROTHER WHO YOU DON’T NEED AT ALL.
Adrian: Right. Y’know what, Jags? You come back here with the same shit again, and I might just replay my promos from last year. Because it seems that you STILL haven’t learned a FUCKING THING, and I am tired of saying the same thing over and over and over and over and over again to you.
Brandon: I think you said THAT to him last year too.
Adrian: I did. Why do you think it comes so easily to me. Because he has nothing new to say, and when he does try to seem fresh and new, it’s still the same old garbage disguised as something new.
I don’t care how many times you run around with your big tittied bitches and your pimped out sports cars. I don’t care that you have no friends and can’t seem to grasp the value in Group-mocking the saddest fucking excuse for a wrestler ever-
Cecil: And Jags, if you don’t “need” anybody, then why are you flying on the UHOH’s uber cool private jet? Huh? Huh?
Adrian: ....Like I said. Your STILL going on and on about me being “old” and “not being able to do things on my own” and EVERY SINGLE THING YOU SAID FUCKING LAST YEAR.
So yes, Jagi, I AM going to beat you. Because if you still have yet to learn anything new intellectually, than you certainly won’t have learned anything new physically. One works within the other. And you clearly have neither.
So listen up, idiot. Because I’m only going to say this once more.
I beat The Mediocre Syberus on MY OWN. 6 times. I beat Lucifer Jones, on MY OWN. I beat Dan Stein on MY OWN.
[Adrian takes a deep breath.]
Adrian: And, guess what fucknut? I beat YOU. On MY OWN. What part of this does not compute. Is it the “you,” or the “my own?”
Help me to help you, Jags. Help me to help you.
Brandon: I wouldn’t be surprised if it wasn’t actually the “the.” Or “on.” Or “period.”
Cecil: I’m betting on the “I beat” part, myself. Given how he’s never actually beaten anyone worth noting.
Adrian: And since we’ve already established this but I know you’ll try to bring it up again anyways, beating Dave does NOT count, Jagi. YES you beat him. I said that last promo. But Dave Sadler is not someone “worth noting.” Yes, he ‘pinned me,’ but if I have to remind you for the eightieth time, he ONLY did so after I’d beaten him twice and you and your faggy brother ran in and attacked me.
Which, by the way, is still not doing anything worthwhile.
Adrian: Do you know how many times I’ve beaten Dave, Jagi? The number’s in like the 20's now. That’s why he was sooooo fucking enamored with me for years. Because he kept trying, and he kept trying and he kept trying, but he never got the job done. Until you stuck your nose in MY business.
[Adrian steel blue eyes are focused directly on the camera.]
Adrian: And for that, and all the other atrocities you’ve committed over the last couple years, I’m going to make you scream like you pay your little skanks to pretend to do for you. Only this scream isn’t gonna be the “Oh Jagi! Do me harder with you tiny penis while you big brother rapes you from behind! Me so hornyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”
Nah, this one’s gonna be more of a “Oh my fucking god my legs, he’s breaking my fucking legs please make it STOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPP!”
But there won’t be any stopping Jagi. Not till I’m satisfied. Not till I’ve watched the blood drain from your cold, lifeless hands. Not till I’ve dropped you on your head hard enough that your seeing replays of me dropping you on your head in your fucking nightmares for the rest of your short, miserable fucking life.
YOU are the one who has something to prove here Jagi. I’ve already beaten you. Again, on MY OWN. You can’t seem to do a single fucking without some sort of help from your fucking brothers. But your brothers won’t be there to save you this time, Jagi. Nobody’s gonna save you from the epic beating your about to receive, Jagi.
So, flaunt all you want. Make all the inane arguments that make no sense whatsoever all you want. Continue to repeat the same things I shot down, not only a promo ago, but LAST YEAR all you want.
Because none of it’s gonna save you, Jagi. Your day has come. Your fate has already been decided. God called up the Arizona Assassin to put you out of his, my, and the rest of the Universe’s misery.
And I have heeded the great Raptor Jesus’s call to arms. I WILL end you. I WILL take my Title back.
And there isn’t a fucking thing you can do to stop me. You know why?
Brandon: Because he couldn’t fucking stop you before.
Adrian: And he’s not gonna stop me now. Raptor Jesus has spoken. Your fucked.
Deal with it. Now please, do as the music says.
[Adrian puts his headphones back on.]
Adrian: Shut the fuck upppppppppppp!
