Post by Seth on Oct 2, 2017 20:23:35 GMT -5
“For a long time people have wondered where the man of the people has been, quite honestly I would have asked the same thing. But the truth is that it was the people that made me return one more freaking time. And what better to do so when everyone is around and where the stinkfaces of the WCF gets a doze of reality”
We see a room where the infamous ask Vinnie mailbag is standing on top of a table, the letters are piling out as slowly Vinnie emerges from behind. Staring at the mailbag as he just shakes his head and turns his head towards the camera.
“Looking back at how I left this company was wrong, so dead wrong. You see, I would beat the shit out of everyone that is out there. Only to understand that I did it not for me, but I did it for the People... But who am I to blame?? Only me, because it was ME that walked out... Now I have to return the favour to show the world how much I deserve this!!! And going to be one to take down others with me!!”
“The question will remain..., who?”
He grabs a first letter, opens it up and reads the question and rolls his eyes before attempting to look back with a big time grin upon his face.
“Franky boy, I can't remember the last time that I answered a question from you. Oh wait, I do... Never. But you put down an interesting question, does size matter?? And I have to say that size does matter when gravity has ruled out any option of jumping up a few inches off the ground and whether you don't mind having bones to break. But is that your question whether I could beat down Jaymz for his ZT championship??”
He shakes his head before throwing his letter away. Clearly not caring for the stupidity behind the question as he picks up the next letter.
“Dear Vinnie...”
He looks up at the camera and gives a big time wink
“The fact that you take your time seriously pleases the shit out of me. But back to your question. When will you return and bring back the cactus??”
He looks at the camera, un impressed by the question before shaking his head.
“ The cactus? Oh yeah, the fucker that went Hollywood. The myth that turned into his own clothing line for all those whose pimpels have started to press out of their bellies?? breathing holes he calls them, it may turn out to be the sickest twist in life before he would ever show up again. But next time that Aunty Dory has a birthday party i'll ask him.”
He digs his head inside the mailbag, trying to find a letter that would make it worth to answer as he comes out with a letter that is labelled Vinnie.
“Finally, it was the one letter that stood out the most for me. Sometimes something just stands out and catches your attention right away. Just like the entire popularity contest that just oozed out of the pours of every single breathing living entity that was labelled as roster member of WCF. Other's would call them wrestlers, I'll just call them bunch of wanking bitches”
His hand is making movements of going up and down, signalling the universal gesture of a handjob before spitting in his hand to clean it.
“I bet they were so fucking happy to have gotten rid of me. To the point where Andre Holmes granted me a championship title match where I just yawned. Yeah, I missed my beauty sleep and woke up months afterwards. Is that how we function these days boys? Or are we just dangling around like a stinking Pinata while others whack a piece of wood across your backs??”
He turns his attention back to his letter
“Dear Vinnie, what do you think of the state of the WCF??”
pause
“Interesting question, it would have almost as if I wrote this question down myself. To just give you the benefit of the doubt mr..... Jones...., I will grant you a one time only deal of 40 percent off of the cactus stung my stinking face shirt. Just use the code Summersalegotlost and all proceeds will go directly to the greater good. My pocket of course”
He rubs his chin, stares down at the remainder of the letter he wrote himself, but pretends to have found an intelligent question from a fan.
“The state of the Union is a big deal, but the state of this company is down to the drain. And can you blame them? They let me walk out without a farewell card, no sixty seconds of remembering all the great things that i have done. I guess they were still trying to decode the farewell party i gave fuckface when I beat him in the Trilogy Cup.”
“But that's in the past now, because it's WAR baby!! Oh hell yeah, it's putting on your soldiers helmet and lace up your uncles boots that are two sizes too small. A granate has got to be somewhere as well and who knows?? Maybe some pepperspray when Odin Belfore has got to bend the knee to pick up his contacts”
He scratches his head as he couldnt help but laugh at the comment that he had made.
“I know, he is a legend in his own right and wrong mind. I have nothing but the utmost respect for the guy, but respect get's you only this far in a cess pool filled crib of a fed. The fact that I am allowed back is to just spread the word of love of het fans as I am still the representative of the PEOPLE. Something you jack off's know shit about. Who knows, maybe finally I will get the match of the against Adam Young... If he can get his ass out of his head of course”
He looks at the camera, whispering the sentence once more to see if he said something wrong but eventually just shrugs and moves on.
“How will you think that WCF will react to you and ZT co....”
Vinnie looks up at the camera as he is shaking his head in disbelief.
“I'm on my own, something that I should have been alla long. Something that makes me realize that I can just focus upon myself and nothing else. Oh sure, it is great to have friends upon high places when you get your ass handed to ya. But wel all saw where I went ON MY OWN!! The fact that Dion won that tournament and won the title still stings me. Stinn burns inside of my gut and I need to redeem that!! So why not at WAR???”
He stares at the camera, his anger is building inside of him. He realizes how much is at stake, the man that turned his back upon the company now walking back into it for the most talked about match ever in the history of the company. He is sure that nobody is going to welcome him with open arms and he could care less.
“I’ve had enough of the bullshit that made me the talked about and laughed at type of guy. The split personality? The allways jolly good son of a bitch that made the people laugh? Oh he’s still there, waiting for another joke to make you all roll your eyes and chant some fucked up song. Trying your luck somewhere else, it just isn’t what I have always wanted. It’s not what I am all about!!”
“Once I start something, I intend to finish it!!”
He grabs the mailbag and drops it on the ground, we see several letters drop out and splatter all over the floor. But we also see stones to fill up the bag, we see pictures of cactuses of fans that were begging Vinnie to come back. He grabs the pictures as he rips them to shreds and stares into the camera.
“You all worshipped the cactus and not yours truly, you wanted me to play your tune. You wanted me to lift up my hand to my ear and make a decision on what section of the arena was cheering the loudest before I rip off the shirt that I’m not wearing!! Yeah that’s right, who the fuck do you think I am?? The people’s champion?? I will do what the fuck I want!!”
He grabs a stone and bashes it on the ground between the letters and has a sinister look upon his face, clearly enjoying what he has done. Almost as if he was trying to send out a signal to the fans.
“You never really send me anything, oh yeah sure. The few that really thought they got it, they were the ones that always asked whether I would grant them a free ticket and introduce them to Johnny fucking Rabid. Who the f*** do you think I am?? A charity case?? Oh no, let me ask YOU something!! Do you know me?? Do you like me?? Do you think I care???”
“The answer to them all is fucking NO!!”
He lets his hands run to his face as he drags the cheeks down as we see the the bloodshed underneath the eyes as he starts to hysterically laugh
“And to think that poor little Salem will be joining me inside the little ride along called WAR, I’ve always wanted to lift weights with the inmates. Talk about cavity search stories under the shower and exchange toothbrushes after cleaning the toilet bowls!! So interesting to have a nutcase back that is so easily confused upon the whole world. Blaming me, blaming the others for everything that has gone wrong in his stinking life!!!”
“But wait there’s more!! There’s even the little gangs that have joined up in a huddle, just like a little rugby match and butt heads. They sure as hell will gang up on me and take me down!! And why? Because let’s be honest won’t we?? Nobody even cared shit the fact that it took Pantheon’s little begging role to remain in a match that they got eliminated in the first place!! As well as the group of kings to take me down. Apparently the best answer to take down a clueless rookie is six men!!!”
His breathing is heavier and heavier as he does not care anymore, he only wants to put his hands upon anyone that he could get in front of and bash them into tomorrow.
“Before I became frustrated, I really could not understand why. But I do know, it was nothing personal!! It was the mere fact that they just hate factions, they hated ZT!! I’m sure that when they see that I’m ZT free, that I will be getting shots that Adrian Archer got. I’m sure that people want to see me as the newest version of Young Adam… I just hope that FPV does not do a miracle confusion by calling me Jones Vinnie. Then again, Jones is too personal when you are a British crybaby that has a little rash!!”
“Rash, Retarded assholes shitting himself…. That’s what I think of the English sociopaths that think they can widen up their wildest dreams of none relevance. Is there a medicine for that Rabid? Or are you just too fucking stupid to even care??”
Vinnie taps his head as he is starting to think about something, but for some reason it takes a lot of time to think of an answer.
“They often say that surprises happen during these type of matches, why? Are we going to have gifts dropping from the ceiling all of the sudden? Will there be guest appearances from second rate artist that calls himself the Pitbull? And of course it is a sentimental reason to have golden oldies return just for the sake of it. to me, it only sounds like that they cannot fill an entire roster”
“And I can hear you ask yourself, then why do you return Vinnie?? It’s because I hate people with a rash. I hate people who are fake, I hate people that believe that they are the greatest every time that they take a shit. Looking down into the toilet and sees what Odin Belfore had for breakfast every single night!! Nothing more than shit!!”
“But I have to acknowledge the newer names, that never got the chance to even confront the legend that Seth wanted me to be. I’m nothing more than a son from a plummer, trying to fight through the hard times of life while dining with other plummers during his break. What you expect?? An American Dream promo where you get a gold watch?? Or dining with kings and queens? No people, this is hard reality and I am done with all the bullshit”
“Bullshit, that’s right. Bullshit!! If people think that they are so much better than me, no matter that they are a champion or not. Whether they have beaten me or not, I could give a fucking shit. I’m a fighter, I can bring something extra when the momentum is differently than a standard match. The fact that you have to bring something extra to succeed. It’s the role of survival, watching your back every damn second of the match. I’m perhaps a strange fella, so are the whole fucking Holmes sisters!! I wonder whether they still have their period combining with their ability to cross their legs”.
Vinnie drops the rock that he had in his hands and watches the rock with a sinister interest on his face. He chuckles sadistic.
“I sure as hell would be laughing if I came into the ring and the world would be stunned. I would be laughing out loud when I walk to the ring when bodies are breathing heavily and others are trying to pull themselves up to their feet. Only to realize that a fresh face is emerging from the back. I would be laughing out loud when I would have seen any members of Pantheon, members of the Hood, members of the AAA where they are talking of how long they have been sober since their last drink”
“To have their faces turn towards me and are in awe, not realizing that I have returned. Where their minds will tell them that it will be okay, that I am a weakling. That I just am filling up the ring until one of them will eliminate me. And that’s what I am looking for… at least in an attempt to miraculously whoop your sad face down the ring post and break you down. I’m going to kick, I’m going to punch. Hell I’m even going to choke you out before eliminating your sorry ass”.k
“I’m not planning on calling out names, I’m not planning to call out people for their warped reality. I’m coming out to that ring and fight each and everyone of you. I’m not going to breathe down heavily after calling out number 50 and wonder whether I forgot someone or even called you out double. I’m here to fight, I’m here to beat people down and eliminate them. Judge me all you want… I could not give a fuck”
Vinnie turns around, he walks towards the door that leads him to the hallway before turning around and staring into the camera.
“Forgive me that I could not lead myself towards putting all the explanations down for all you fuckheads to hear. To Annalise and then turn to the back and grab a beer. No my intentions are clear, no more bullshit. No more fun that will please the fans. No, I’m here to fight, I’m here not to make friends to remember old matches and laugh at them. I want to get into the faces of the every single competitor that is out there and spit them in their faces, I want to scratch their faces open and scream at them. I want to headbutt them, I want to low blow everyone in sight. And when the smoke has settled and the ring has cleared, I will be walking to the back on my own as being the man that has done that what you never expected me to do. Until then boys…, until then… it will be WAR!!!”
With that he leaves the room
We see a room where the infamous ask Vinnie mailbag is standing on top of a table, the letters are piling out as slowly Vinnie emerges from behind. Staring at the mailbag as he just shakes his head and turns his head towards the camera.
“Looking back at how I left this company was wrong, so dead wrong. You see, I would beat the shit out of everyone that is out there. Only to understand that I did it not for me, but I did it for the People... But who am I to blame?? Only me, because it was ME that walked out... Now I have to return the favour to show the world how much I deserve this!!! And going to be one to take down others with me!!”
“The question will remain..., who?”
He grabs a first letter, opens it up and reads the question and rolls his eyes before attempting to look back with a big time grin upon his face.
“Franky boy, I can't remember the last time that I answered a question from you. Oh wait, I do... Never. But you put down an interesting question, does size matter?? And I have to say that size does matter when gravity has ruled out any option of jumping up a few inches off the ground and whether you don't mind having bones to break. But is that your question whether I could beat down Jaymz for his ZT championship??”
He shakes his head before throwing his letter away. Clearly not caring for the stupidity behind the question as he picks up the next letter.
“Dear Vinnie...”
He looks up at the camera and gives a big time wink
“The fact that you take your time seriously pleases the shit out of me. But back to your question. When will you return and bring back the cactus??”
He looks at the camera, un impressed by the question before shaking his head.
“ The cactus? Oh yeah, the fucker that went Hollywood. The myth that turned into his own clothing line for all those whose pimpels have started to press out of their bellies?? breathing holes he calls them, it may turn out to be the sickest twist in life before he would ever show up again. But next time that Aunty Dory has a birthday party i'll ask him.”
He digs his head inside the mailbag, trying to find a letter that would make it worth to answer as he comes out with a letter that is labelled Vinnie.
“Finally, it was the one letter that stood out the most for me. Sometimes something just stands out and catches your attention right away. Just like the entire popularity contest that just oozed out of the pours of every single breathing living entity that was labelled as roster member of WCF. Other's would call them wrestlers, I'll just call them bunch of wanking bitches”
His hand is making movements of going up and down, signalling the universal gesture of a handjob before spitting in his hand to clean it.
“I bet they were so fucking happy to have gotten rid of me. To the point where Andre Holmes granted me a championship title match where I just yawned. Yeah, I missed my beauty sleep and woke up months afterwards. Is that how we function these days boys? Or are we just dangling around like a stinking Pinata while others whack a piece of wood across your backs??”
He turns his attention back to his letter
“Dear Vinnie, what do you think of the state of the WCF??”
pause
“Interesting question, it would have almost as if I wrote this question down myself. To just give you the benefit of the doubt mr..... Jones...., I will grant you a one time only deal of 40 percent off of the cactus stung my stinking face shirt. Just use the code Summersalegotlost and all proceeds will go directly to the greater good. My pocket of course”
He rubs his chin, stares down at the remainder of the letter he wrote himself, but pretends to have found an intelligent question from a fan.
“The state of the Union is a big deal, but the state of this company is down to the drain. And can you blame them? They let me walk out without a farewell card, no sixty seconds of remembering all the great things that i have done. I guess they were still trying to decode the farewell party i gave fuckface when I beat him in the Trilogy Cup.”
“But that's in the past now, because it's WAR baby!! Oh hell yeah, it's putting on your soldiers helmet and lace up your uncles boots that are two sizes too small. A granate has got to be somewhere as well and who knows?? Maybe some pepperspray when Odin Belfore has got to bend the knee to pick up his contacts”
He scratches his head as he couldnt help but laugh at the comment that he had made.
“I know, he is a legend in his own right and wrong mind. I have nothing but the utmost respect for the guy, but respect get's you only this far in a cess pool filled crib of a fed. The fact that I am allowed back is to just spread the word of love of het fans as I am still the representative of the PEOPLE. Something you jack off's know shit about. Who knows, maybe finally I will get the match of the against Adam Young... If he can get his ass out of his head of course”
He looks at the camera, whispering the sentence once more to see if he said something wrong but eventually just shrugs and moves on.
“How will you think that WCF will react to you and ZT co....”
Vinnie looks up at the camera as he is shaking his head in disbelief.
“I'm on my own, something that I should have been alla long. Something that makes me realize that I can just focus upon myself and nothing else. Oh sure, it is great to have friends upon high places when you get your ass handed to ya. But wel all saw where I went ON MY OWN!! The fact that Dion won that tournament and won the title still stings me. Stinn burns inside of my gut and I need to redeem that!! So why not at WAR???”
He stares at the camera, his anger is building inside of him. He realizes how much is at stake, the man that turned his back upon the company now walking back into it for the most talked about match ever in the history of the company. He is sure that nobody is going to welcome him with open arms and he could care less.
“I’ve had enough of the bullshit that made me the talked about and laughed at type of guy. The split personality? The allways jolly good son of a bitch that made the people laugh? Oh he’s still there, waiting for another joke to make you all roll your eyes and chant some fucked up song. Trying your luck somewhere else, it just isn’t what I have always wanted. It’s not what I am all about!!”
“Once I start something, I intend to finish it!!”
He grabs the mailbag and drops it on the ground, we see several letters drop out and splatter all over the floor. But we also see stones to fill up the bag, we see pictures of cactuses of fans that were begging Vinnie to come back. He grabs the pictures as he rips them to shreds and stares into the camera.
“You all worshipped the cactus and not yours truly, you wanted me to play your tune. You wanted me to lift up my hand to my ear and make a decision on what section of the arena was cheering the loudest before I rip off the shirt that I’m not wearing!! Yeah that’s right, who the fuck do you think I am?? The people’s champion?? I will do what the fuck I want!!”
He grabs a stone and bashes it on the ground between the letters and has a sinister look upon his face, clearly enjoying what he has done. Almost as if he was trying to send out a signal to the fans.
“You never really send me anything, oh yeah sure. The few that really thought they got it, they were the ones that always asked whether I would grant them a free ticket and introduce them to Johnny fucking Rabid. Who the f*** do you think I am?? A charity case?? Oh no, let me ask YOU something!! Do you know me?? Do you like me?? Do you think I care???”
“The answer to them all is fucking NO!!”
He lets his hands run to his face as he drags the cheeks down as we see the the bloodshed underneath the eyes as he starts to hysterically laugh
“And to think that poor little Salem will be joining me inside the little ride along called WAR, I’ve always wanted to lift weights with the inmates. Talk about cavity search stories under the shower and exchange toothbrushes after cleaning the toilet bowls!! So interesting to have a nutcase back that is so easily confused upon the whole world. Blaming me, blaming the others for everything that has gone wrong in his stinking life!!!”
“But wait there’s more!! There’s even the little gangs that have joined up in a huddle, just like a little rugby match and butt heads. They sure as hell will gang up on me and take me down!! And why? Because let’s be honest won’t we?? Nobody even cared shit the fact that it took Pantheon’s little begging role to remain in a match that they got eliminated in the first place!! As well as the group of kings to take me down. Apparently the best answer to take down a clueless rookie is six men!!!”
His breathing is heavier and heavier as he does not care anymore, he only wants to put his hands upon anyone that he could get in front of and bash them into tomorrow.
“Before I became frustrated, I really could not understand why. But I do know, it was nothing personal!! It was the mere fact that they just hate factions, they hated ZT!! I’m sure that when they see that I’m ZT free, that I will be getting shots that Adrian Archer got. I’m sure that people want to see me as the newest version of Young Adam… I just hope that FPV does not do a miracle confusion by calling me Jones Vinnie. Then again, Jones is too personal when you are a British crybaby that has a little rash!!”
“Rash, Retarded assholes shitting himself…. That’s what I think of the English sociopaths that think they can widen up their wildest dreams of none relevance. Is there a medicine for that Rabid? Or are you just too fucking stupid to even care??”
Vinnie taps his head as he is starting to think about something, but for some reason it takes a lot of time to think of an answer.
“They often say that surprises happen during these type of matches, why? Are we going to have gifts dropping from the ceiling all of the sudden? Will there be guest appearances from second rate artist that calls himself the Pitbull? And of course it is a sentimental reason to have golden oldies return just for the sake of it. to me, it only sounds like that they cannot fill an entire roster”
“And I can hear you ask yourself, then why do you return Vinnie?? It’s because I hate people with a rash. I hate people who are fake, I hate people that believe that they are the greatest every time that they take a shit. Looking down into the toilet and sees what Odin Belfore had for breakfast every single night!! Nothing more than shit!!”
“But I have to acknowledge the newer names, that never got the chance to even confront the legend that Seth wanted me to be. I’m nothing more than a son from a plummer, trying to fight through the hard times of life while dining with other plummers during his break. What you expect?? An American Dream promo where you get a gold watch?? Or dining with kings and queens? No people, this is hard reality and I am done with all the bullshit”
“Bullshit, that’s right. Bullshit!! If people think that they are so much better than me, no matter that they are a champion or not. Whether they have beaten me or not, I could give a fucking shit. I’m a fighter, I can bring something extra when the momentum is differently than a standard match. The fact that you have to bring something extra to succeed. It’s the role of survival, watching your back every damn second of the match. I’m perhaps a strange fella, so are the whole fucking Holmes sisters!! I wonder whether they still have their period combining with their ability to cross their legs”.
Vinnie drops the rock that he had in his hands and watches the rock with a sinister interest on his face. He chuckles sadistic.
“I sure as hell would be laughing if I came into the ring and the world would be stunned. I would be laughing out loud when I walk to the ring when bodies are breathing heavily and others are trying to pull themselves up to their feet. Only to realize that a fresh face is emerging from the back. I would be laughing out loud when I would have seen any members of Pantheon, members of the Hood, members of the AAA where they are talking of how long they have been sober since their last drink”
“To have their faces turn towards me and are in awe, not realizing that I have returned. Where their minds will tell them that it will be okay, that I am a weakling. That I just am filling up the ring until one of them will eliminate me. And that’s what I am looking for… at least in an attempt to miraculously whoop your sad face down the ring post and break you down. I’m going to kick, I’m going to punch. Hell I’m even going to choke you out before eliminating your sorry ass”.k
“I’m not planning on calling out names, I’m not planning to call out people for their warped reality. I’m coming out to that ring and fight each and everyone of you. I’m not going to breathe down heavily after calling out number 50 and wonder whether I forgot someone or even called you out double. I’m here to fight, I’m here to beat people down and eliminate them. Judge me all you want… I could not give a fuck”
Vinnie turns around, he walks towards the door that leads him to the hallway before turning around and staring into the camera.
“Forgive me that I could not lead myself towards putting all the explanations down for all you fuckheads to hear. To Annalise and then turn to the back and grab a beer. No my intentions are clear, no more bullshit. No more fun that will please the fans. No, I’m here to fight, I’m here not to make friends to remember old matches and laugh at them. I want to get into the faces of the every single competitor that is out there and spit them in their faces, I want to scratch their faces open and scream at them. I want to headbutt them, I want to low blow everyone in sight. And when the smoke has settled and the ring has cleared, I will be walking to the back on my own as being the man that has done that what you never expected me to do. Until then boys…, until then… it will be WAR!!!”
With that he leaves the room
