Post by Caliban on Dec 6, 2015 3:24:17 GMT -5
Punkin's orange proverb bleeds through the black onto the screen
Best enemies make better friends, you never watch your own back more than when the man who is supposed to be watching it looks like he needs a personality transplant a bath and a close encounter with a bug bomb
Goreyville Tech Philosophy Major Thadeus T. Punkin
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We open on the Punkin pacing back and forth in front of a large mirror in what looks like a hotel room, the next Slam card has just been released and Punkin's state reading from his body language and bad language is one of confusion, he looks at himself in the mirror and growls louder and louder until the anticipation for him to head butt the mirror becomes palpable, he thens seems to come to a conclusion and falls backwards onto the queen sized behind him laughing as he closes his eyes. We fade to black but hear foot steps ringing in the air, we see Punkin or Caliban as he is maskless striding towards the door, he pulls the Punkin mask on indicating who we are watching. As he enters Adeus looks up from pruning his bonsai and tuts as Punkin blows right past him and slams open the door to the room where a chained Caliban is being held
Punkin: Explain!
He shoves a print out in Caliban's face with the details of the card laid out on it,
Punkin: Explain to me why I am tagging with this piece of reformed ham?
Caliban raises his head slowly an odd smile creeping across his face
Caliban (weakly): What's your problem?
Punkin: Open those pathetic eyes of ours and read it
Caliban: Oh ok now I see it, your teaming with Zmac, that's kinda strange isn't it?
Punkin: STRANGE! STRANGE!? I DROPPED HIM ON HIS FUCKING HEAD WEEKS AGO, THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE IT! I GOT THE BASTARD DONE AND DONE AND NOW I HAVE TO TRUST THE CUNT!?
Caliban: I wouldn't say trust more hope, hope that he has more of an interest in gaining the win in this match over seeing you get our head kicked in, or maybe you are rounding a title shot at Zmac's belt
Punkin: NAO! FUCK NO NOT THAT ANYTHING BUT THAT, PLEASE FOR FUCK SAKE HOW DO I GET OUT OF THAT SHIT?
Caliban: Well it took a concussion to get me out of the last IT title match I didn't want but at the same time this happened so as you can see karma doesn't like you throwing things away, and can you stop yelling please I have a massive migraine
Punkin: How? How do you have a migraine from inside your own head? Don't be stupid man, we all feel the same pain
Caliban: Well then you should be aware of how I am feeling and have been for almost 3 months Punkin, you should know what I plan to do when I get my hands on you and it will not be pretty, you hurt Sinney, YOU ARE HOLDING FRANKIE HOSTAGE, when I get out of these chains I am going to burn you, that mask and everything associated with you to the ground
Punkin: That's a dangerous sounding threat, maybe I should retaliate by beating the crap out of you
He starts to giggle just a little while contemplating the joy of beating a bound man bloody but then has a better idea
Punkin: Instead I am going to give you a little show that may just fix that frame of mind friend, five men will be in that ring with us on Sunday night, 5 men who would love to make an example out of this spindly twisted little body of ours, watch what we do to each of them, watch the power I can unleash in your skin, watch the violence I can dole out with your bones and watch our fingers light the fires that burn the people's choice to the ground, watch you own 2 fists make mince meat out of one of the only men in the business you respect and his nothing tag partner and watch while I do what only dreamed of doing and using these 2 hands to choke the life out of that toad once and for all, after we win of course
Caliban: We? As in...? You and Zmac?
Punkin: Of course not, I mean us, you me and Adeus, in every situation in every contest we are the only winners and this time will be no different
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We open on the Punkin sitting watching Zmac on Caliban's laptop, he stares at the screen with a look of total and utter lack of understanding, his black mask is rolled up to his nose and he lazily holds a joint in one hand, he has spent the last few days devouring everything he could about his partner everything he didn't know or hadn't seen, he doesn't even pause the current video as he begins to speak to the camera in a gleeful tone
Punkin: This guy is just purely fascinating, seriously I could sit here all day and watch him ramble on in his own weird little world, he uses words like rage quit, Im under contract I believe it takes quite long time for that shit to wear off, Caliban wasn't allowed to work for 6 months after he left WCF the first time, the second time his contract was up as was Ciserano's so they went off and did the indy tag thing for a while. As for this whole making our entire Stable quit how exactly did you do that? I don't remember you being around at that time, you definitely weren't in the IT title tournament we won, in fact I believe the night I dropped you on your ugly fucking skull and proved which one of us was actually good enough to get the fucking job done was also the first time we have ever had a match 1 on 1 SO IN CONCLUSION!
He starts to laugh aloud bordering on the uncontrollable
Punkin: SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TRY AND FOCUS SOME PART OF THAT LEPROSY DEVOURED BRAIN OF YOURS ON THE MATCH AT HAND YOU STUPID RAT INFESTED PISS STINKING AND PROBABLY PISS DRINKING RELIC OF AN ERA WHOSE OWN CREATOR TOLD US ALL WOULD OF DIED BY 2005.
He inhales a lot of air at once trying to compose himself a bit giggling at his own feeble minded insanity
Punkin: Because in truth Zmac is a perfect partner for someone like me, I mean how often is the guy with 3 different voices in his head the sane one of the tag team? I mean if I want to win this for the first time ever I will genuinely have to try and hold it together, THINK ABOUT THAT! That's like expecting super glue to hold together the space station But I am going to try, why?
He puts the joint in his mouth lighting it and talking at the same time
Punkin: Oh I'll tell you why because quite frankly as much as I would love to leave Zmac to fend for himself against 4 people I really REALLY wanna beat the crap out of the people's choice, why? Why the hell do you think? People's choice? People's choice? If you guys where the people's choice you would be main eventing every show through the power of what really counts in this industry, merch and tickets sales, you wanna know who the people's choice are really? Do you? Do you Teo? C'mon I'll bet you do and here's a spoiler kiddo it ain't you, lemme throw some names at you
He takes a drag and exhales through the words
Punkin: Corey Black, Jonny Fly, Mac, Price times 2 depending on how good your bullshitto meter is, I could keep naming names here look, Twilight, Balfore, Obi all those names have made real money for this company because the people paid and pay to see them, if they showed up here the could take your prissy little spots on this roster and erase you from existence and the crowd wouldn't even know it happened. Hell if the term the people's choice is a fucking lesson in banality from the get go, did the people name you boys? Nope, did they give you titles? I guess in some way yes they did voting for who they thought would win every week and always picking your name's but let's be straight up, the name was handed to you by the company not the fans, you are nothing more than a statistic head office looked at and went "these guys are liked by the people right down to a percentile level, let's shove them down people's throats even more, remember when Joe Chena was the people's choice? Or Bulk Bargain? Didn't that end well? That people's title belt, just like the piece of crap IT title were created for one thing and one thing only, to dangle no hope no talents like you 2 and Zmac a fucking line and keep giving you a reason to annihilate yourselves on the lower card
He takes a long drink out of a bottle of water quenching that cotton mouth before taking another smoke and speaking again
Punkin: And I guess I should mention the last team if I must, the perennial nearly was and the guy I have never heard of, quite the formative duo right? HAH! Jesus just looking at these 2 gives me confidence because even if Zmac fucks me and walks out I can just target those 2, I know I can take Nightrider and normally if I haven't heard of someone Bernie it's because they aren't worth me knowing their name but I will promise you all this, on Sunday night after all is said and done whether Zmac decides to man up or not every man in the match and every person in that arena will never, EEEEVVVVVVEEEEERRRRR FORGET MY NAME AND THIS FACE, WHO IS READY FOR WEEKLY DOSE OF CHAOS, ON SATURDAY NIGHT I'M STARTING FIGHTS WITH EVERYONE THAT INCLUDES MY TWAT OF A TAG PARTNER AND THOSE ASS KISSING PEOPLE'S PUPPETS ALONG WITH THE 2 GUYS JUST HAPPY TO BE ALONG FOR THE RIDE. On Sunday night everybody bleeds
Best enemies make better friends, you never watch your own back more than when the man who is supposed to be watching it looks like he needs a personality transplant a bath and a close encounter with a bug bomb
Goreyville Tech Philosophy Major Thadeus T. Punkin
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We open on the Punkin pacing back and forth in front of a large mirror in what looks like a hotel room, the next Slam card has just been released and Punkin's state reading from his body language and bad language is one of confusion, he looks at himself in the mirror and growls louder and louder until the anticipation for him to head butt the mirror becomes palpable, he thens seems to come to a conclusion and falls backwards onto the queen sized behind him laughing as he closes his eyes. We fade to black but hear foot steps ringing in the air, we see Punkin or Caliban as he is maskless striding towards the door, he pulls the Punkin mask on indicating who we are watching. As he enters Adeus looks up from pruning his bonsai and tuts as Punkin blows right past him and slams open the door to the room where a chained Caliban is being held
Punkin: Explain!
He shoves a print out in Caliban's face with the details of the card laid out on it,
Punkin: Explain to me why I am tagging with this piece of reformed ham?
Caliban raises his head slowly an odd smile creeping across his face
Caliban (weakly): What's your problem?
Punkin: Open those pathetic eyes of ours and read it
Caliban: Oh ok now I see it, your teaming with Zmac, that's kinda strange isn't it?
Punkin: STRANGE! STRANGE!? I DROPPED HIM ON HIS FUCKING HEAD WEEKS AGO, THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE IT! I GOT THE BASTARD DONE AND DONE AND NOW I HAVE TO TRUST THE CUNT!?
Caliban: I wouldn't say trust more hope, hope that he has more of an interest in gaining the win in this match over seeing you get our head kicked in, or maybe you are rounding a title shot at Zmac's belt
Punkin: NAO! FUCK NO NOT THAT ANYTHING BUT THAT, PLEASE FOR FUCK SAKE HOW DO I GET OUT OF THAT SHIT?
Caliban: Well it took a concussion to get me out of the last IT title match I didn't want but at the same time this happened so as you can see karma doesn't like you throwing things away, and can you stop yelling please I have a massive migraine
Punkin: How? How do you have a migraine from inside your own head? Don't be stupid man, we all feel the same pain
Caliban: Well then you should be aware of how I am feeling and have been for almost 3 months Punkin, you should know what I plan to do when I get my hands on you and it will not be pretty, you hurt Sinney, YOU ARE HOLDING FRANKIE HOSTAGE, when I get out of these chains I am going to burn you, that mask and everything associated with you to the ground
Punkin: That's a dangerous sounding threat, maybe I should retaliate by beating the crap out of you
He starts to giggle just a little while contemplating the joy of beating a bound man bloody but then has a better idea
Punkin: Instead I am going to give you a little show that may just fix that frame of mind friend, five men will be in that ring with us on Sunday night, 5 men who would love to make an example out of this spindly twisted little body of ours, watch what we do to each of them, watch the power I can unleash in your skin, watch the violence I can dole out with your bones and watch our fingers light the fires that burn the people's choice to the ground, watch you own 2 fists make mince meat out of one of the only men in the business you respect and his nothing tag partner and watch while I do what only dreamed of doing and using these 2 hands to choke the life out of that toad once and for all, after we win of course
Caliban: We? As in...? You and Zmac?
Punkin: Of course not, I mean us, you me and Adeus, in every situation in every contest we are the only winners and this time will be no different
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We open on the Punkin sitting watching Zmac on Caliban's laptop, he stares at the screen with a look of total and utter lack of understanding, his black mask is rolled up to his nose and he lazily holds a joint in one hand, he has spent the last few days devouring everything he could about his partner everything he didn't know or hadn't seen, he doesn't even pause the current video as he begins to speak to the camera in a gleeful tone
Punkin: This guy is just purely fascinating, seriously I could sit here all day and watch him ramble on in his own weird little world, he uses words like rage quit, Im under contract I believe it takes quite long time for that shit to wear off, Caliban wasn't allowed to work for 6 months after he left WCF the first time, the second time his contract was up as was Ciserano's so they went off and did the indy tag thing for a while. As for this whole making our entire Stable quit how exactly did you do that? I don't remember you being around at that time, you definitely weren't in the IT title tournament we won, in fact I believe the night I dropped you on your ugly fucking skull and proved which one of us was actually good enough to get the fucking job done was also the first time we have ever had a match 1 on 1 SO IN CONCLUSION!
He starts to laugh aloud bordering on the uncontrollable
Punkin: SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TRY AND FOCUS SOME PART OF THAT LEPROSY DEVOURED BRAIN OF YOURS ON THE MATCH AT HAND YOU STUPID RAT INFESTED PISS STINKING AND PROBABLY PISS DRINKING RELIC OF AN ERA WHOSE OWN CREATOR TOLD US ALL WOULD OF DIED BY 2005.
He inhales a lot of air at once trying to compose himself a bit giggling at his own feeble minded insanity
Punkin: Because in truth Zmac is a perfect partner for someone like me, I mean how often is the guy with 3 different voices in his head the sane one of the tag team? I mean if I want to win this for the first time ever I will genuinely have to try and hold it together, THINK ABOUT THAT! That's like expecting super glue to hold together the space station But I am going to try, why?
He puts the joint in his mouth lighting it and talking at the same time
Punkin: Oh I'll tell you why because quite frankly as much as I would love to leave Zmac to fend for himself against 4 people I really REALLY wanna beat the crap out of the people's choice, why? Why the hell do you think? People's choice? People's choice? If you guys where the people's choice you would be main eventing every show through the power of what really counts in this industry, merch and tickets sales, you wanna know who the people's choice are really? Do you? Do you Teo? C'mon I'll bet you do and here's a spoiler kiddo it ain't you, lemme throw some names at you
He takes a drag and exhales through the words
Punkin: Corey Black, Jonny Fly, Mac, Price times 2 depending on how good your bullshitto meter is, I could keep naming names here look, Twilight, Balfore, Obi all those names have made real money for this company because the people paid and pay to see them, if they showed up here the could take your prissy little spots on this roster and erase you from existence and the crowd wouldn't even know it happened. Hell if the term the people's choice is a fucking lesson in banality from the get go, did the people name you boys? Nope, did they give you titles? I guess in some way yes they did voting for who they thought would win every week and always picking your name's but let's be straight up, the name was handed to you by the company not the fans, you are nothing more than a statistic head office looked at and went "these guys are liked by the people right down to a percentile level, let's shove them down people's throats even more, remember when Joe Chena was the people's choice? Or Bulk Bargain? Didn't that end well? That people's title belt, just like the piece of crap IT title were created for one thing and one thing only, to dangle no hope no talents like you 2 and Zmac a fucking line and keep giving you a reason to annihilate yourselves on the lower card
He takes a long drink out of a bottle of water quenching that cotton mouth before taking another smoke and speaking again
Punkin: And I guess I should mention the last team if I must, the perennial nearly was and the guy I have never heard of, quite the formative duo right? HAH! Jesus just looking at these 2 gives me confidence because even if Zmac fucks me and walks out I can just target those 2, I know I can take Nightrider and normally if I haven't heard of someone Bernie it's because they aren't worth me knowing their name but I will promise you all this, on Sunday night after all is said and done whether Zmac decides to man up or not every man in the match and every person in that arena will never, EEEEVVVVVVEEEEERRRRR FORGET MY NAME AND THIS FACE, WHO IS READY FOR WEEKLY DOSE OF CHAOS, ON SATURDAY NIGHT I'M STARTING FIGHTS WITH EVERYONE THAT INCLUDES MY TWAT OF A TAG PARTNER AND THOSE ASS KISSING PEOPLE'S PUPPETS ALONG WITH THE 2 GUYS JUST HAPPY TO BE ALONG FOR THE RIDE. On Sunday night everybody bleeds
