Shoot, Shoot and nothing but the Shoot May 8, 2016 15:22:09 GMT -5
Post by occulo on May 8, 2016 15:22:09 GMT -5
OOC: Time was short this week, apologies.
We open to Occulo sat on a chair
Occulo: Kaz, it's been one hell of a long time. Such a long time that I took on The Poondocks and unfortunately came out second best. So what's changed since then except for a vaporised Cairo? Not much, and why should it? You've been Kaz Mazy from day one and you've had monumental success because of it. If it ain't broke don't fix it.
So why are you back Kaz? Back for that one last stab at this? Are you in the peak condition you were when you were holding so tightly to those tag champion belt? I don't know Kaz, we won't see the same powerhouse. We'll hear the same gab and that ridiculous language of yours, but what counts is what happens in the ring, and I gotta tell you Kaz, I'm far above you now. I'm going to show you up and let you know just how much I've grown since we last fought. I'm going to show you that coming back was a huge mistake. Yeah you swept Ronan, Sane and some guy called Tomohawk aside. So what? No big achievement. That's no big achievement and you know that full well. But what you're facing now Kaz, as very much part of the WCF's rich past, is the even richer and fuller, more glorious future. Myself, Beaver and Atreyu WILL achieve great things here, and we're going to feel massively motivated to prove this against you.
We're seeing you as a target Kaz, but that doesn't mean that we are going to be blinded by it. To hit a target at its sweet spot, at its bullseye requires determination yes, but an equal amount of focus. You're mine Kaz, I'm taking you down and avenging the crushing loss at the hands of you and Cairo.
When he died Kaz, what do you think went through his mind? It was either one of these three things:
1 - Kaz, my time stood alongside you as a Poondock was the greatest and most fulfilling time of my life. The fun we had together was made all that much more beautiful by the times that we almost went our own seperate ways. The gold around our belts that we made our own, cementing our names into the thoughts everyone will have when the legacy of that championship is discussed. You were as tough as you were thick. You were the brilliance to my perfection that made the Poondock Saints the greatest and most famous tag team in the history of this company. To you Kaz, thank you, and I hope you live a long and happy life. Dah Thickness forever my Brother.
2 - Kaz. You cunt. You absolute and complete and utter cunt. Where the fuck were you? I carried you through your ENTIRE career, held you under my wing and gifted you that tag belt. Do you have any idea how utterly embarrassed I was every time we had our photos taken with our championships? Do you have any idea how much utter resentment I had for you, whilst you stood there thinking that this is YOUR achievement? Thinking this is YOUR glory? That your life has been enriched by YOUR effort? None of that bullshit is true in the slightest. Listen you prick, you would be nothing without me, and now you're going to be fuck all now I'm gone. I suspect you'll be back soon in that Trios cup with another couple of total has beens. Of course. You're nowhere near good enough and never have been good enough to team up with real quality. I humoured you enough with that luxury. Ironic isn't it Kaz, that I hope you burn in hell.
3 - So, yeah, thanks for saving me Kaz. No worries at all. Ouch.Where's the fucking aloe vera?
It was going to be one of those three things Kaz, which one do you think it was? Do you really believe in your heart of hearts Kaz that thought number one passed through his mind? The way I see it Kaz is that you owe a lot to Bobby. I'm going to let you dwell on this Kaz, I'm going to let you sit there and consider whether you truly gave your absolute everything to that man.
Enough about the past Kaz. Let's focus on Sunday night. You've teamed yourself up with ZMac and Scarecrow, two more leand the gends of the company, each with their own dark pasts and complex minds. Your style of approach is so different to these three. You'll harp on about your thickness and your gawdfadduh rest of your high octane, red bull fueled gibberish. ZMAC will add his own kind of high octane, red bull fueled gibberish and Crow, will, I suspect we will expect some actual coherence from him. So I dunno Kaz, perhaps you're not understanding a word I;m saying here. Perhaps full sentences and stuff like that don't register in that brain of yours.
He clears his throat
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW IT'S YAH BOIH OCHYALO TELLIN DA FUKCIN KAYAZ MAZE DAT DA MANS THICKNESS WA NUDDIN STUD NXT TO AWWW KAIYOS, AND ON SONDAI OCCAH, BEEVAH AND A-TRAY-YOU GONNA SEND THE BOI BACH TO REETIYAHMEANT IN PHLOREEDA. POONDOCK IN DOCK, SET SAIYAL AND DA GRATE SHIEP OCKYOULO CANNON IT TEW BOTTOM OF DA SEA. #NONBEECHKRUPROMOSHUN.
God I felt like such a moron talking like that Kaz, it must take a born moron to speak like that everyday. So listen up Mazy, this shit ends now. I wouldn't be even remotely sad to never see your face or hear your name again. Your time is done here. Keep telling yourself you've got it and that Kaz Mazy is still as thick as he always was and that alongside Crow and Zmac, we've got absolutely no chance. Tell yourself that Kaz because that miniscule hope is all you're going to have going for you here. A year or so ago I saw you as a mountain to climb, a man at the absolute pinnacle of the WCF. Now? Well, a lost soul. See you Sunday Kaz.
Crow, another one back from the abyss and another one trying to fit some last ounce of accomplishment into their lives. Now there's something I absolutely do not get here. You were murdered by Kaz's former partner...so you teamed up with Kaz? That's fucking stupid. That doesn't make ANY sense. I might have missed something. I don't think I have. You must be the most forgiving guy in the history of humanity, even if he did ressurect you. Wait what? What is even going on here? You're a motherfucking ghost...who wrestles? I...I don't even...shut up. I throw a punch at you and it just goes straight through your fucking head? Shit you would have some serious trouble getting counted out. What if I throw you to the ropes? Do you even bounce off them? Do you just go straight through them? If somehow I got you laid out on the mat and I jumped off the turnbuckle, elbow first, would that be wise? Or would it just be like jumping straight into the mat? How the fuck am I supposed to wrestle a ghost? Or "wraith" as you put it. I'm gonna bring a fucking medium with me to communicate a punch to your face. That should work. Bring a Ouija board to the ring and spell out "KNEE TO SKULL" and see how well that works. I see you've also adopted that retarded way of speaking that ZMAC and Kaz love far too much. I'm gonna throw it out there, I much preferred your original version. This version...although well meaning you are, I think I could just about put up with it for a five minutes tops. So I think it's important that I put you away and rid the WCF of a gibberish talking ghost...utterly ridiculous. I'm done.
ZMAC, I have a good record against you and this is going to be no different. You haven't changed, and you've certainly got no better at wrestling. You're still mediocre. You're still a talentless freak but now you come with this ability to talk absolute shit and throw more hashtags around than a college freshman on a coked up, strong alcohol fuelled instagram session.
How about start spreadin the sheet over your bloodied, lifeless face and sending you to the morgue? Just shut the fuck up Zombie. It speaks volumes that the best you can do at the moment is the Internet Title, a title that is more about talking complete bullshit than actually being good in the ring. It seems to be your last stand. Take a keyboard and hashtags away from you and you're absolutely nothing. I have nothing to prove to you here, I've absolutely outclassed you in the past and the Trios match will be no different. Hashtag goodbye Kaz goodbye Crow goodbye Zombie. Hashtag won't be missed.