Post by Seth on Oct 2, 2017 20:24:05 GMT -5
It has been several days now since the last time that we have seen Vinnie and heard him talk about his participation in WAR. He is sitting in a room with his legs crossed over a table he is sitting behind at, wearing an army helmet that is two sizes too big and has Status Quo's “In the Army Now” on the background. Chewing on a straw as he is scratching his head with his fingers before noticing the camera.
“ Ah finally some new recruits, so how does this work again??”
He lifts his legs up from the table, the impact of the sudden move causes him to almost fall on his back. But manages to grab the table for leverage as he manages to place his feet down to the ground. Wiping his pants off as if nothing has happened and looks at the camera.
“You didnt see that..., now repeat after me. You did not see that!!”
He wiggles his finger from left to right, emphasising that what he just said a few moments ago. He straightens his very too small shirt while we hear the chorus of Status Quo's classic.
“Yes, you are in the freaking army now. The army of Vinnie to be exact, a special trained force that is a secret agency that takes over where the others cannot compete with the very best. That's right, when shit hits the fan, they call Vinnie to send out his men. And his men are currently consisting of one man.”
Vinnie lifts up his hand and uses his index finger to point out that it consists of one man, himself.
“Now I know that one man is perhaps not that much, but at when it comes down to trust it's better to have nobody around you that can fuck things up for ya. That you can only blame one person and that’s yourself. And let’s be honest for a moment, I’ve done everything that I had to do inside that ring in WCF mostly on my own. Where others failed, I succeeded. Did I get all the way??? Oh of course not, but then again I don’t care.”
“I’m like a ring general, something that this company dies to possess. Because let’s be honest for a moment or two before you all fall into the same routine once more. What is WCF all about?? Gangs, grouping on people. People bitching, people crying for opportunities that they have been handed to them months at a time. And all for what? All for being shown on tv like the little bitches that they are. Big deal”
He rubs his nose as he is clearly not impressed with what has been going on in WCF since he and the others from ZT has departed. The now two men that are coming back for this special event are now standing on opposite sides, not caring for each other anymore as Vinnie grins while adjusting his helmet.
“I’ve been always blamed for everything, the fact that people get their facts wrong, the fact that we are bipolar or that we are just stupid. The fact that I could not win this or that, while the same guys accusing the same bs all over again never have in the first place. It’s funny how people redirect their attention to a “weaker link” while their stupidity has never been the smartest of them all. Right Gravie?? You don’t mind me calling you that huh Digger? Dug any graves lately?? Have you ever been into the shower lately?? Try some shampoo, I’ve heard it’s good for you and takes away all that is dirty. Maybe you will once again look like Roseanne Barr for crying out loud”
“But to come back to the subject of WAR, it’s a fight. It’s something that I love to do. It’s the odds that are stacked in everyone’s disadvantage, except for the returning gangs that just ohhhh so want to have their cock’s hanging out the dryer for a change. And the battle that will always ensue inside the squared circle makes me all giddy”
He jumps up and down, causing his helmet to fall of his head and lands on the ground behind him. We can see that his head is heavily shaved as the music player rewinds and starts to play the classical Status Quo song once more.
“I’m in the Army now… owow…. Whatever, I have preferred war, what is it good for?? But it was too violent for young kids to watch. Or the fact that they just prefer catchy singalongs over the reality. The reality that I just can’t stand any of these morons that will be competing in this match. And the fact that I just picked out some names instead of rambling the entire list of roster names. Because telling each and every one of them that they suck is boring and sad”
“No, I just pick out names. Names that I just hate, names that I know that will be in there. Names that I just wish never were born. But then again, I never got the chance to destroy their birth certificates at city hall. You know how long the line is?? It’s like you are bra and panty online shopping at Victoria’s Secrets. You are always in a cue and the hole will never be found”
He shakes his head, lifting his hands up to his head as he is realizing that he is drifting off once again.
“I’m sorry, it’s WAR!! And when it’s war, you have to grab anything that you can get your hands on. You see, I’ve always wanted to get my hands on Butterscotch, I mean what’s his name again?? Oh yeah, Kevin Bishop. He just stool my rook you know, it’s hard to play chess when you are one rook missing. He is crafty, he is one of my favorite guys that I’ve ever faced. The guy holds a victory over me, I hold one over him. Hell I am not even sure whether he is still around or not. Who cares!! There’s always another bearded, tattooed dirtbag that begs to be punched in the face. Oh wait, who knows. I may even be lucky enough to send down painted freak out of the match with his accusing pointing fingers over whatever Dorothy screwed him over with. I never met the chick, she just slipped and choked on a cactus okay!!”
He is irate after mentioning the cactus as he lifts his hands to his bald head once more
“Arghhh that fucking cactus!! If there’s anything I want to eliminate more it’s that fucking piece of potted plant!! Thankfully it never begged for water after I spat at it!! Except the one time that Jason Cash thought it was a tree to piss on after he came home drunk from the bar. It was such a fucking smell that I had to put the cactus outside for three weeks!! Mostly because after 2,5 weeks I forgot all about where I had placed him. Man, I never saw a happier cactus as him at that local strip joint!! I could not believe that they even watered his ass”
“It’s just as annoying as listening to the brabbling nonsense that Ethan King used on me. It’s like look at my curly hair, it’s so fucking amazing. Yeah sure, if you wish to have your hair look like Twister Fries then go ahead and be amazing. I prefer the old fashioned stuff, just shoved down my throat before swallowing instead of trying to look like a freaking idiot.”
“But we are all entitled ot our own individuality don’t we? So I can assume fuck face can do too”
He scratches his head as he is counting his fingers a few more times as he is trying to remember something.
“Who did I miss out on??? Oh wait, I could always mention why I have returned?? Who I have missed? What drives me to shave my head bald?? It’s quite simple, it’s not the people. It’s not the fat pay check that is overrated by the way. It’s not the fact that the pyro technics from this company has given me such a gratifying sensation down my loins every time I saw Young Adam walk out. No, it is not even the legends that are supposedly to be retired and yet always want to stick their foot in the door opening to keep it from being locked. No, I came back because there is something missing. There’s something wrong with the WCF if I’m not around. Does this mean I will be a full time performer once more? Or will it be a one time only, where the crowd will remember who you are before drifting off the mindless sunset that you peeps all romanticize about?? It sure is fun to just get your hopes up, perhaps have a cheap pop when my Spanish announcer walks out again and have you all jump up and down your seats. It’s a miracle that some of you still remember me”
“They always ask me, who are you?? Isn’t that great???”
He is getting all exciting as he almost falls over the helmet that he had dropped behind him earlier as he took a step backwards. Thankfully he manages to grab a globe that is standing on the table that makes him keep his balance. But in the process he throws the globe into the wall as it breaks.
“Well that was an safe bet that North Korea will be seeing stars for a while huh?? But back to me, why is being discussed. Why the bald head? Well have you ever had a pony tail and try to tug it into that???”
He points to the helmet as it is circling around the floor
“That my friends and lady friends, that is such a difficult thing for me to do. First I have to grow a pony tail. Perhaps that was a reason why I wasn’t around. Of course it wasn’t you stupid fucks!! I just needed my beauty sleep, all the violence caused circles to emerge on my face. I had to use an oil of olaz bath three times a week. Then I had to do a pedicure, do you know how expensive that is?? Plus I have to get out of the sun and you know what that does to sensitive skin”
He rubs his skin as to show how sensitive his skin supposedly is.
“And then I have to get inside the ring, to wage war against all those assholes out there. No wonder I don’t have any intend to call them out one by one. With the twenty minute time limit by promo that they have on everyone to cut airtime costs is hilarious. It’s like me doing a monkey flip and halfway I’m already asleep after beating some other shmuck that can’t seem to wrestle. What is going on peeps? Is the freedom of boring long talks that we have grown accustomed to gone all of the sudden???”
“It’s alright though, I’ll just adapt and move on. The straight line of the One man Vinnie army is going to kick ass and take names. You better be aware, because before you know it may already be over. Something you all are well aware of course. Hell I may even shove some army boots down your throats to clean off the dirt with your stinking teeth before walking it dry. But before that moment will emerge, it will be another fucking day at the office for yours trul’
“It’s war time and I looking forward to surprise each and every one of you fucking assholes. No more Mr. Nice Vinnie, it’s all straight to the point and that’s what it will be for the rest of the entire stay. Go fuck yourselves…. Good night”
With that Vinnie grabs the helmet and walks off as the shot fades to darkness while Status Quo keeps on playing
“ Ah finally some new recruits, so how does this work again??”
He lifts his legs up from the table, the impact of the sudden move causes him to almost fall on his back. But manages to grab the table for leverage as he manages to place his feet down to the ground. Wiping his pants off as if nothing has happened and looks at the camera.
“You didnt see that..., now repeat after me. You did not see that!!”
He wiggles his finger from left to right, emphasising that what he just said a few moments ago. He straightens his very too small shirt while we hear the chorus of Status Quo's classic.
“Yes, you are in the freaking army now. The army of Vinnie to be exact, a special trained force that is a secret agency that takes over where the others cannot compete with the very best. That's right, when shit hits the fan, they call Vinnie to send out his men. And his men are currently consisting of one man.”
Vinnie lifts up his hand and uses his index finger to point out that it consists of one man, himself.
“Now I know that one man is perhaps not that much, but at when it comes down to trust it's better to have nobody around you that can fuck things up for ya. That you can only blame one person and that’s yourself. And let’s be honest for a moment, I’ve done everything that I had to do inside that ring in WCF mostly on my own. Where others failed, I succeeded. Did I get all the way??? Oh of course not, but then again I don’t care.”
“I’m like a ring general, something that this company dies to possess. Because let’s be honest for a moment or two before you all fall into the same routine once more. What is WCF all about?? Gangs, grouping on people. People bitching, people crying for opportunities that they have been handed to them months at a time. And all for what? All for being shown on tv like the little bitches that they are. Big deal”
He rubs his nose as he is clearly not impressed with what has been going on in WCF since he and the others from ZT has departed. The now two men that are coming back for this special event are now standing on opposite sides, not caring for each other anymore as Vinnie grins while adjusting his helmet.
“I’ve been always blamed for everything, the fact that people get their facts wrong, the fact that we are bipolar or that we are just stupid. The fact that I could not win this or that, while the same guys accusing the same bs all over again never have in the first place. It’s funny how people redirect their attention to a “weaker link” while their stupidity has never been the smartest of them all. Right Gravie?? You don’t mind me calling you that huh Digger? Dug any graves lately?? Have you ever been into the shower lately?? Try some shampoo, I’ve heard it’s good for you and takes away all that is dirty. Maybe you will once again look like Roseanne Barr for crying out loud”
“But to come back to the subject of WAR, it’s a fight. It’s something that I love to do. It’s the odds that are stacked in everyone’s disadvantage, except for the returning gangs that just ohhhh so want to have their cock’s hanging out the dryer for a change. And the battle that will always ensue inside the squared circle makes me all giddy”
He jumps up and down, causing his helmet to fall of his head and lands on the ground behind him. We can see that his head is heavily shaved as the music player rewinds and starts to play the classical Status Quo song once more.
“I’m in the Army now… owow…. Whatever, I have preferred war, what is it good for?? But it was too violent for young kids to watch. Or the fact that they just prefer catchy singalongs over the reality. The reality that I just can’t stand any of these morons that will be competing in this match. And the fact that I just picked out some names instead of rambling the entire list of roster names. Because telling each and every one of them that they suck is boring and sad”
“No, I just pick out names. Names that I just hate, names that I know that will be in there. Names that I just wish never were born. But then again, I never got the chance to destroy their birth certificates at city hall. You know how long the line is?? It’s like you are bra and panty online shopping at Victoria’s Secrets. You are always in a cue and the hole will never be found”
He shakes his head, lifting his hands up to his head as he is realizing that he is drifting off once again.
“I’m sorry, it’s WAR!! And when it’s war, you have to grab anything that you can get your hands on. You see, I’ve always wanted to get my hands on Butterscotch, I mean what’s his name again?? Oh yeah, Kevin Bishop. He just stool my rook you know, it’s hard to play chess when you are one rook missing. He is crafty, he is one of my favorite guys that I’ve ever faced. The guy holds a victory over me, I hold one over him. Hell I am not even sure whether he is still around or not. Who cares!! There’s always another bearded, tattooed dirtbag that begs to be punched in the face. Oh wait, who knows. I may even be lucky enough to send down painted freak out of the match with his accusing pointing fingers over whatever Dorothy screwed him over with. I never met the chick, she just slipped and choked on a cactus okay!!”
He is irate after mentioning the cactus as he lifts his hands to his bald head once more
“Arghhh that fucking cactus!! If there’s anything I want to eliminate more it’s that fucking piece of potted plant!! Thankfully it never begged for water after I spat at it!! Except the one time that Jason Cash thought it was a tree to piss on after he came home drunk from the bar. It was such a fucking smell that I had to put the cactus outside for three weeks!! Mostly because after 2,5 weeks I forgot all about where I had placed him. Man, I never saw a happier cactus as him at that local strip joint!! I could not believe that they even watered his ass”
“It’s just as annoying as listening to the brabbling nonsense that Ethan King used on me. It’s like look at my curly hair, it’s so fucking amazing. Yeah sure, if you wish to have your hair look like Twister Fries then go ahead and be amazing. I prefer the old fashioned stuff, just shoved down my throat before swallowing instead of trying to look like a freaking idiot.”
“But we are all entitled ot our own individuality don’t we? So I can assume fuck face can do too”
He scratches his head as he is counting his fingers a few more times as he is trying to remember something.
“Who did I miss out on??? Oh wait, I could always mention why I have returned?? Who I have missed? What drives me to shave my head bald?? It’s quite simple, it’s not the people. It’s not the fat pay check that is overrated by the way. It’s not the fact that the pyro technics from this company has given me such a gratifying sensation down my loins every time I saw Young Adam walk out. No, it is not even the legends that are supposedly to be retired and yet always want to stick their foot in the door opening to keep it from being locked. No, I came back because there is something missing. There’s something wrong with the WCF if I’m not around. Does this mean I will be a full time performer once more? Or will it be a one time only, where the crowd will remember who you are before drifting off the mindless sunset that you peeps all romanticize about?? It sure is fun to just get your hopes up, perhaps have a cheap pop when my Spanish announcer walks out again and have you all jump up and down your seats. It’s a miracle that some of you still remember me”
“They always ask me, who are you?? Isn’t that great???”
He is getting all exciting as he almost falls over the helmet that he had dropped behind him earlier as he took a step backwards. Thankfully he manages to grab a globe that is standing on the table that makes him keep his balance. But in the process he throws the globe into the wall as it breaks.
“Well that was an safe bet that North Korea will be seeing stars for a while huh?? But back to me, why is being discussed. Why the bald head? Well have you ever had a pony tail and try to tug it into that???”
He points to the helmet as it is circling around the floor
“That my friends and lady friends, that is such a difficult thing for me to do. First I have to grow a pony tail. Perhaps that was a reason why I wasn’t around. Of course it wasn’t you stupid fucks!! I just needed my beauty sleep, all the violence caused circles to emerge on my face. I had to use an oil of olaz bath three times a week. Then I had to do a pedicure, do you know how expensive that is?? Plus I have to get out of the sun and you know what that does to sensitive skin”
He rubs his skin as to show how sensitive his skin supposedly is.
“And then I have to get inside the ring, to wage war against all those assholes out there. No wonder I don’t have any intend to call them out one by one. With the twenty minute time limit by promo that they have on everyone to cut airtime costs is hilarious. It’s like me doing a monkey flip and halfway I’m already asleep after beating some other shmuck that can’t seem to wrestle. What is going on peeps? Is the freedom of boring long talks that we have grown accustomed to gone all of the sudden???”
“It’s alright though, I’ll just adapt and move on. The straight line of the One man Vinnie army is going to kick ass and take names. You better be aware, because before you know it may already be over. Something you all are well aware of course. Hell I may even shove some army boots down your throats to clean off the dirt with your stinking teeth before walking it dry. But before that moment will emerge, it will be another fucking day at the office for yours trul’
“It’s war time and I looking forward to surprise each and every one of you fucking assholes. No more Mr. Nice Vinnie, it’s all straight to the point and that’s what it will be for the rest of the entire stay. Go fuck yourselves…. Good night”
With that Vinnie grabs the helmet and walks off as the shot fades to darkness while Status Quo keeps on playing
