Post by Terry Roberts on Dec 12, 2012 1:42:28 GMT -5
"Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!" ~ Charles Dickens
The moon is right
The spirit's up
We're here tonight
And that's enough
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
The party's on
The feelin's here
That only comes
This time of year
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
There is much cheer in the air. the scene is a mall, people passing each other by, sharing in the spirit of the season as they make their way from store to store getting ready for the holidays. The music playing through the mall sound system adds to the mood. There are many people here now, but those numbers will increase by leaps and bounds as the day draws ever closer. Every shop is in preparation, with images of dollar signs dancing in the heads of every manager and owner in occupancy. The view pans in closer, spotting Terry and Maya walking out of a Spencers gift shop, each carrying several bags.
Sure hope Gravedigger likes what i got him, that was a whopping deal, couldn't pass that up
Terry Roberts, also knows by his ring name of Synn. Wearing a red shirt with the image of the Grinch wearing a Santa Clause style outfit, with the words "Bah Humbug" written around the image. Full length black trench coat, matching goth pants with chains attached and black with white stripped shoes, His hair is pulled back into two ponytails that each drape over both shoulders, tied with the self made mini bandanas around each tail.
So where to next? i think we need to hit Victorias secret before we go home.
Maya playfully winks at Terry, who smirks back liking what she has in mind. Wearing a form fitting Christmas themed red sweater with snowflakes and candy canes adorning it. A red miniskirt with green tights, black knee high boots and snowflake ear rings complete her ensemble. She get's wolf whistles and long hard stares from boys and men of all ages, and even several women. Laughing with each other at the pathetic displays of hormones from the males in the mall they just walk merrily along their way.
Victorias secret, Bed bath and beyond, the grocery store to get some strawberries and chocolate syrup, then i take you to the stars
Terry leans in, slapping her ample bottom, she giggles smiling at the thoughts of what will happen later that evening. Just then, Terry's face lights up in a different way, looking off into the distance he get's a smirk that tells Maya he is about to be up to no good. She looks off in the same direction, hoping to see what he is looking at, once she spots it, she shakes her head no.
UH UH..NO WAY TERRY!! Don't you dare. Every time you get that look, I get in trouble.
Terry just smiles at her, she rolls her eyes knowing there was no way she could talk him out of it, he was about to get them into trouble yet again, she just knew it. Scene slowly fades out.
The scene quickly flashes in We see Terry dressed in full Santa garb minus the long white beard.the scene flashes back to black
The scene flashes again Terry is sitting in a red ornately designed Christmas themed large back chair with a red felt back cushion. the scene flashes out again
The scene flashes back in On the left of Terry is a towering Christmas tree, complete with flashing Christmas lights and decorative Christmas bulbs with various other decorations dressing the tree. the scene flashes back to black
The scene flashes one last time Settling on Terry, showing that he has hijacked the Santa stage where kids go to give Santa their Christmas wishes. On the right, next to the Santa chair Terry currently occupies is a slightly obese man with shoulder length snow white hair, and a long white beard that stretches to his bulbous protruding belly, stripped down to his white "wife beater" t-shirt, and red and white boxer shorts. He is bound and gagged with duct tape, thrashing helplessly as he tries to break free of his bonds but to no avail. Maya is sitting on the arm rest next to Terry, scantily clad in tight elves clothing that leaves very little to the imagination, including a skimpy green elven styled skirt that does nothing to hide red panties with a mistletoe pattern in the center, candy stripped leggings, and a red cap with a puffy white ball at the top completes her ensemble, "Bohemian Christmas Rhapsody" begins to play through the speakers set on either side of the stage. After a few moments of flirting with her, Terry turns his focus to the task at hand.
Hello, and greetings to all. This being the most festive time of the year, i wanted to take this opportunity to relive a bit of my childhood, and do a Christmas wish list for dear old Santa. But instead of writing a boring long old form letter and mailing it off to the North pole, i figured i would do a v-log for greater ease. this year, i want to do something a bit different, instead of a wish list for myself, i want to send Santa a list of suggestions to give others in the WCF.
Maya bends over ever so slightly showing off her perfectly toned ass as she whispers something in Terry's ear, he grins wildly, nodding his head in agreement.
Ah, you are so right my love. Before i start my little wish list, i would like to let Santa know that throughout the year, this hot little vixen and i have done a great many things that might have put us on the naughty list. Like the time we had that quickie in the lawn and garden section of Walmart at 3 in the morning. Or that time we did a 69 at the 7-11 on the way home from Night of Champions. Or the time we snuck onto Roy Speede's bus, nearly getting caught by the driver last month.
Terry looks over at Maya, staring into her eyes as she runs her fingers down his arms staring right back into his.
What can i say? Were dirty little freaks, I give props to Kaylyn James Evans and Sarah Twilight, there very gorgeous ladies indeed, but nothing compared to my devilish little vixen i dare say, she's like a rabbit, if you get my drift.
Maya get's a playfully dirty look on her face, slightly clearing her throat.
More like the energizer bunny, only i bang that drum a lot harder.
Terry and Maya snuggle laughing at how so devilishly bad they have been the past year. Terry then clears his throat, getting serious once more.
But i think there are times where i have earned points for the nice list, Like when i helped Eric Price and Jonathan Jakob's win the WCF tag team titles. Or when i put aside my hatred and disgust for Doc Henry and teamed up with him, leading him to a record tying 4th tag team title, Or at War, when i showed how selfless a team player i am, and handing Nathan Von Liebert 2 eliminations on a silver platter, giving up a shot at the Television title to him.
Terry leans in getting as close to the camera as possible.
I should get massive points for the nice list for when i pulled out of a WCF world title match, giving Adam Young his first and only title shot in 4 years. I think that was pretty fucking fair of me to give him a level playing field. So what do you think Santa, giving up 2 WAR eliminations and handing Nathan Von Liebert a shot at the Television title, and pulling out of a world title match, giving Adam Young a fair shot at the WCF world championship? I think that shows how fucking giving i am and should put me over the top for the nice list, don't you?
Maya giggles, giving a dirty smirk as she runs her hand over the Santa suit.
Especially kind, since he NEVER pulls out.
The two dirty love birds have a good laugh. Terry then reaches into the Santa suit pulling out a rolled up piece of paper, unfolding it revealing much writing on it.
So with those bases covered, may i get onto the spirit of giving.
Adam Young = A lifetime paid membership to a poetry site of your choice. At least this way when you open your mouth, something intelligent will come out of it.
Hadrian Burk = A gift pack of every duck call made my Duck Commander. Hell, from the looks of him, he may be a lost long son of Silas Robertson
Christopher Kane = A year membership at the Bunny Ranch in Nevada, so the little prick will get laid, maybe catch a few std's, and shut the fuck up.
Brad Kane = A vasectomy, cut that shit off so you don't go creating anymore children. One is bad enough, two is a blight on society, any more could be the downfall of western civilization.
Kale Windsor = A toy replica WCF championship belt of his choosing, since he can't seem to win one on his own.
Odin Balfore = A new band of merry men, poor Odin hasn't been the same jolly green jack ass since his Alliance buddies left
Pulling out a colorfully wrapped box, he takes out several WCF action figures, tossing them towards the screen.
There, now go play with yourself.
Looking into the box he shrugs, then tosses the entire box, causing the rest of the WCF action figures inside to spill out in all directions. Going back to the list he continues with the next name.
Benjamin Atreyu = Really don't know this guy. Claims to be the worlds biggest asshole or some shit like that. So to extend the olive branch so to speak, i would like to offer him a one year membership to the fruitcake of the month club. May it bring you many days and months of joy and cheer, with lots and lots of wonderful fruit cakes of all kinds.
Tommy Kain = An all expenses paid trip to Rehab. I hear Jay Price might be able to refer you to a nice vacation home *Terry does the air quotations with his fingers when he says vacation home*, one that takes pets, so he can stay close to Goat for the entire time, or until they cure him of his Doctor Doolittle delusions.
As "Bohemian Christmas Rhapsody" slowly fades, the festive spirit continues with "Wierd" Al Yankovic's' "Christmas at ground zero". Terry dances in the chair for a moment before continuing down the list.
Jeff Purse = A big pair of shiny brass balls to put between his legs, so he can finally have a pair and stop being such a pussy. Typically i would wish for you a long and glorious title reign, but your a shitty champion, and i get the feeling your boy Fly will weasel himself into power at ONE, and let you squat on the title allowing you to not defend it like a little bitch for as long as you want. And YOUR supposed to be the good guys?
Sarah Twilight = The complete set of Twilight books and movies, and all available memorabilia. each one hand signed by Stephanie Meyers herself, What better gift to give to that person that has everything, or in Sarah's case, not a damn frigging thing at all.
Oblivion = A round table think tank with Charles Manson, Gary Ridgeway, the Menendez brothers, Ted Kaczyinski, and a psychic to communicate with the lost souls of Ted Bundy and Jack the ripper.
Terry looks over at Maya, both giving each other odd looks of disgust.
Dude, your one fucked up sick psycho, have fun in the tiny white room strapped in a straight jacket, couldn't have happened to a nicer guy.
Roy Speede = A date with Taylor Swift. What could be more hardcore than being the inspiration for yet another insipid and pathetic break up song by an insipid and pathetic singer?
Waylon Cash = Actual wrestling talent. The dude fluked into a world championship reign that lasted all of two weeks, then started riding Steve Orbit's coat tails....to nowhere. And a $200 gift certificate to a wig shop of his choice. Really dude, get some wigs, with a shaved head you look like Sinead O'Connor.
Steve Orbit = A date with Kim Kardashian. After all, he does know a thing or two about white gold digging women who whore themselves out for cash and fame. She comes complete with video cam so that a future sex tape can be released...oh excuse me....leaked out*Once again doing air quotations with his fingers*
Maya leans in showing all of her cleavage to the viewers as she whispers something in Terry's ear. He looks at her wide eyed, then smiles.
Oh and Steve, if your more into the fine sisters, we will hook you up with Nicki Minaj instead.
Nathan Von Liebert = A new pet rat. And i'm talking about a big ole' swamp rat like out from Mississippi, those big hairy fuckers that are as ugly and stinky as you are.
Steel Toe Joe = A new religion, cause brother, the one you got, ain't working.
Tek = A new gimmick, cause let's face it, that ain't working for you either.
Jay Price = A successful return to full time action in the ring. Cause let's face it, your two week reign as WCF world champion earlier this year was better than your commentary at Slam last Sunday.
Johnny Fly = The Self proclaimed Dynasty, but nothing more than a sham with an empty title. True Dynasties last for generations, yours will be nothing but a page in the history of WCF
Reaching into his Santa suit he pulls out a community chest card from the game Monopoly, reading it, he chuckles before turning it over so the viewers can read it.
Go to jail. Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred dollars
Synn snickers once more. Finding great humor in his joke, even if it is half serious.
Let's be honest here, you were far more intimidating when you were incarcerated. Your a five star failure Fly. You won three world championships, but failed to be a dominating champion. You were a co-founder of Pantheon, but failed them as a leader and they fell apart because of your failure as a human being. And hopefully you will fail at ONE, when Seth gives you a hard lesson in what it means to be a true leader, and a real success. Your like that falling meteor from Joe Dirt, you look awesome and awe inspiring at first, but upon closer inspection, your just a big nutty pile of poopie.
Henri Ducos = A couple of minions, stooges even. So when you speak of the nation of bloodless and how your this great heralding angel of chaos, we won't laugh so fucking hard at how UNscary you are.
Maya taps Terry on the shoulder, nodding her head at the camera, Terry smiles, waving his hand in a motion giving her the floor. Maya steps up, adjusting her skimpy elf costume so as not to be too racy for television.
I would like to add a special gift here, a one on one make over session with Mel B, who can teach you the art of being scary from a SPICEY point of view."
She gives a playful wink before stepping back, sitting once again at Terry's side. Terry looks at her with an approving smile.
Now THAT is scary
Maya smiles wide at Terry's approval, cuddling closer into him wrapping her arm around his. Terry looks over the list, running a finger down the names stopping when he finds the next recipient of his Christmas cheer.
Kaylyn Jame Evans = A better manager. Here the past month or so since your return, you've humiliated, embarrassed, degraded and belittled yourself for the amusement of the masses, and the best Scott Savage can do after you have tarnished and drug your name through the mud as nothing more than eye candy is an internet title shot? Wow, a few hustler pictorials and a sex tape might get you a television title shot, keep up the hard work Kay, or at least keep them hard.
Scott Savage = Dude has a hot brunette bimbo that will make a complete and utter ass of herself for his amusement. Really can't get better than that.
Frank Patrick Venable = A new personality. I remember talking to you the weeks leading up to your fatal four way match for the WCF world championship last June. You had passion, you had fire, you had an insatiable hunger to destroy everyone and everything to become the very best the world had to offer. I remember looking into your eyes and thinking God himself couldn't stop you that night, Fuck dude, what happened? The character Bella from Twilight has more passion, emotion and fire than you do these days. Did you go all Edward on us?
Terry leans in close
THE WORLD WILL NOT END DECEMBER 21ST FRANKIE, IT'S ALRIGHT!! Marty McFly takes the Delorean to the year 2015, we got a few years, it's all good man.
Leaning back into the chair, shaking his head chuckling in unison with Maya. Quickly checking over the list quickly he goes to the next name.
Stuart Slane = A copy of "The hitchhikers guide to traveling the Universe", "The Pink Panther", and "The return of the Pink Panther". May these guide you well as you hunt down the gang of 14. As well as Christopher Kane's ex girlfriend Ally, and Nathan Von Liebert's pet rat. Sorry, no teenage Enstein's and wonder dogs were available...but hey *singing* GO GO INSPECTOR SCOUTY!!
Maya buries her face in Terry's arm trying to keep from laughing. Terry looks over smiling at her slight dilemma, patting her on the head as he continues on.
Eric Price = A mismatching wardrobe. Think of it Eric, can you hear the pop of a fragile ocd brain as you walk down the ring wearing a baseball cap sideways, all dressed in clothes that are different colors and don't match?
And a lifetime supply of medicated lip balm, i think that one explains itself.
going down the list, nodding as he checks off every name till he reaches the very last at the bottom. Both he and Maya nod in great approval, smiling gleefully knowing they had picked out the perfect give for Seth.
That finally leaves our venerable and magnificent owner, Seth Lerch.
Just as Buster Poindexter's "Is that you, Santa Clause?" starts to play and before Terry can finish his Christmas wish list, two husky mall security cops steps into view, each one nervously taking position on each side of him. A cocky smirk crosses his face as he looks on incredulously at the two beefy men, laughing as he guesstimates each one being no more than 6 feet tall and well over 300 pounds.
Mall Cop #1 = Sir, were going to need you to step down from the Santa stage and come with us, please,
Hey guys, it's cool, i'm Synn Clause, wait your turn as i am not done yet.
taking no chances against the tall stocky man standing before him, mall cop #2 radios for back up. Sensing that things have gone awry, Synn stands from the chair, the two mall cops take defensive positions, each one suddenly realizing that though they have had some training on practice dummies, their suddenly in a situation they aren't ready to take down a living breathing person that can fight back, and by the looks of him, one that can kick both of their asses together. Mall cop #2 sends out another request for backup, emphasizing the urgent need that they arrive immediately.
Mall Cop #1 = Sir, put your hands behind your back sir, and come with us peacefully.
The two security men slowly advance on Terry, who chuckles finding this whole thing just ludicrously ridiculous.
Look gentlemen, your interrupting a joyous holiday promo.
The two men keep their eyes on Terry, both of them wishing they had batons, or mace, or in this situation, both.
Mall cop #1 = Sir, i won't say it again, step away from the Santa stage and put your hands behind your back.
Mall cop #2 reaches out to grab one of Terry's hands, then quickly jumping back putting some safety of distance between the two when Terry forcefully snatches the hand away from him, looking over at him with anger building in his eyes.
HEY, watch who your touching asswipe, you don't know who your messing with, i'll whoop both your merry little asses with candy canes asshole.
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Out of nowhere a third mall cop tackles Terry from behind, bringing him crashing to the ground. Mall cop #1 and #2 immediately join in the ensuing fray.
AOWH...OH THAT'S IT, ITS ON, BRING IT ELF BOY I'M ABOUT TO GO GRINCH ON YOUR SCROOGE ASS!
Before Terry can wrestle his way back to his feet, 5 more mall security cops come running in, all screaming at the top of their lungs as they dogpile on top of him. Maya quickly steps over behind the Santa chair watching wide eyed as it takes all 8 security guards to subdue their perp.
THAT'S IT, YOUR ALL ON THE NAUGHTY LIST, I'M GONNA SHIT AND PISS IN ALL YOUR CHRISTMAS STOCKINGS, I'M GONNA HAVE MY 8 FUCKING REINDEER SHIT ALL OVER YOUR HOUSES.
The 8 mall cops finally secure Terry in handcuffs, then quickly unbind the hapless mall Santa, in all the chaos no one seems to be taking no notice to Maya standing behind the stage chair. Once they have complete control of the situation, with Terry handcuffed and tenuously restrained and under control, they hurriedly haul him off so as not to create a bigger scene inside the mall, with the mall Santa following immediately behind them, with the two trading curses of all types at each other. Once everything is all clear, Maya steps out from behind the large Santa chair, smiling devilishly when she notices no one is around, she then takes a seat on the chair, crossing her legs and getting as comfy as possible. She taps the arm of the ornate chair to the tune of "12 days of Christmas" by the Muppets.
Well, leave it to my husband to get arrested simply for seeing a mall Santa.So since he is...shall we say a bit preoccupied, i guess i shall speak on his behalf here. So this week he faces Steel Toe Joe.
She laughs, shaking her head as she finds the thought extremely funny.
Wow, management must either really hate you, or see something i don't. Your a lot like camel toe, you get that first initial reaction, but really, what value do you add otherwise? All joking aside Joe, Terry was pretty disappointed, we truthfully thought that once he and Gravedigger had demolished you and Tek last Sunday, that would be the end of it. But alas, this week at Slam, what did Terry call it?
She pauses as She thinks back, running Terry's promo's past hoping to find that one little tidbit she was looking for, her face lights up with a smile when she remembers.
Ah yes, two mighty tanks going head to head. He's said many a times that he thinks you two are the strongest competitors on the roster strength wise. But time and again he has come out on top against you. First when he and that fucking...as Terry likes to call him..spunk monkey.. Doc Henry defeated you two clowns for the WCF tag team titles. And then last Sunday, at slam when Gravedigger hit your sorry ass Steel Toe Joe, with the Gravemarker.
Maya crinkles her nose in utter disgust as she thinks back to those events, her eyes become very narrow as her usually beautiful features become a little more sinister.
You guys like to bitch about how Terry constantly brings up the night he and Doc defeated you assholes for the tag team titles, but i agree with him..big shocker there huh? But seriously, the lengths you two fucking cowards went to were abominable. It wasn't enough that he had lost Doc Henry as a partner the week before Revenge. You both knew well and good that he would never be able to find a suitable partner in time for the match. So there you are, i can only imagine how thrilled you cowards were, Suddenly facing my husband by himself in what essentially became a handicap match after after Doc Henry had been fired. But was that enough? Going into Revenge facing Synn in a handicap match for the WCF tag team titles? oh no, you needed an even greater advantage, so Tek went out and ambushed my husband with a steel chair. Wow, your really fucking tough guys aren't you? Even with a two on one advantage you fucking bitches KNEW you still could not beat Synn. so Tek goes out and tries to reinjure his surgically repaired back.
Maya stews for a moment. the hatred shining bright through her big brown eyes. Slightly shaking her head in complete contempt and disgust.
Aside from the traitorous attack by Doc Henry, Terry has never been assaulted like that. You hurt him Tek, he was pretty banged and beaten up that night at Revenge, he was going in less than a hundred percent as they say. Even though Doc was able to join the match halfway through, you still had the advantage, but still couldn't get the job done. You failed. The deck was stacked in your favor, the odds were with you, a seriously injured man at half his peak physical capabilities with a shitty partner that barely pulled his weight and you still lost. That must have stuck in your crawl for a long time boys.
She smiles, almost a sinister smile, but cocky in a way.
Then last Sunday, oh how desperate you two cowards were. Take what i just said about the week leading up to, and the night of Revenge. You lost, this time, my husband was at one hundred percent and more fired up than the first time. And instead of a lackluster coat tail riding chump, my husband was teaming up with a hall of fame legend that has held multiple WCF world and tag team titles. This time my husband had a partner that he was on the same page with and didn't make him carry the whole load. Gravedigger has rekindled my husbands fire and passion to regain the WCF tag team belts. And you were just a stepping stone to those titles. Steel Toe Joe, you excuse and condone Tek's heinous steel chair attack on Synn by claiming Synn is a whiner and a bitcher? really? That is the best fucking excuse your sorry punk ass can com up with? So it had nothing to do with the fact that my husband had previously stepped into the ring with WCF tag team champions in a handicap match AND WON, and both you and Tek knew full well he could do it again against you two assholes?? I thought the holy bible called lying a sin?
Maya smirks, slowly extending her arm out with her hand balled into a fist, the smirk turns into a smile as she raises the middle finger, arching up raising her ass off the chair she reaches back slapping it, signifying Joe to fuck off and kiss her ass.
Speaking of lies. I thoroughly enjoyed watching your promos last week Joe, Full of half truths, outright lies and even twisted white lies. I enjoyed even that much more the way Gravedigger totally and completely tore your fucking ass to shreds exposing your lies and half truths. Your scared Joe, your claims to be a pious man of god not withstanding, your claims of your religious superiority over Synn have been dashed against the rocks like wooden ships assailed in a mighty storm. twice have you stepped into the ring with Synn, claiming that righteous light will triumph and overcome the darkness, twice have you failed against him. It's no wonder your levels of desperation have become so high, even to the point you lied like a motherfucker, repeatedly, last week. Your light is nowhere near strong enough to overcome Synn's darkness. Your stronger in body, but weaker in will and spirit Joe, you know that every time you stare into Synn's eyes and see the raging storm of hate and anger that drives him. Only one thing can calm the storms inside of Synn's soul and quiet the beast of darkness that dwells within him
Maya rises from the chair, holding her arms out to her sides with a dirty sexual smile and lust gleaming in her eyes as she shows herself off.
Love, Joe. Only true love can control Synn. Not just sexual lust driven to levels of near depravity Joe, but deep down sharing one soul with each other godly love.
Blowing a kiss she slides back into the chair, sitting in a very seductive way with a coy smile on her face.
Synn has taken everything you can dish out Joe. You have tried to beat him physically. You have tried to beat him mentally, and you have tried to defeat him spiritually. You have failed at every attempt. You have failed at every corner. You have failed on every level to best the monster. You failed when you lost the tag team titles to him. You failed when you lost the tag team match last Sunday. And deep down in your heart of hearts Joe, you know you cannot succeed, and will fail again. Oh we can already see you now Joe. Standing in front of your congregation of sheep, mindlessly hanging on every word you say as you make excuses as to why you keep failing them over and over again. We can already hear the Hallelujahs as you extoll the virtues of light and how this time the Holy flame will finally best the Hellraiser, how your so much better than Synn. So much holier than him. How he is so beneath you that you cannot fathom how he has bested you every step of the way. Oh, don't want to go there do ya, scratch that, don't want the sheep seeing the truth from the lies hey Joe?
Maya again sits up from the chair, slowly walking over to the Christmas tree shaking her hips as she does. Looking over her shoulder she winks before bending way over, showing off her beautifully toned ass as she picks up one of the presents resting under the tree then turning to face the camera again.
See Joe, Synn and i, plainly and simply we ARE sinners. We know that, we embrace it, it is what we do. We are okay with it, we love it. Hell, we have done things that probably have earned us a Summer, Winter, Fall and, Spring home in hell. Sexual little deviants we be are just the top of the list Joe. But we do like to do good now and again. Seeing as you...pardon the pun....have no chance in hell of beating Synn. I would like to give you a little something pleasant to remember us by.
Maya kisses the top of the present, tossing it playfully to the camera. she then bends over wrapping her fingers around the straps of her elven costume top and pulls them down just as the scene fades to black.