Post by johnnyanthrax on Jul 16, 2009 2:59:17 GMT -5
There it fuckin' was. The phrase I hated the most in my bed, in my gang fights and now wrestling, my career. This sucks. The phrase that I just fuckin' can not like for the life of me. The fuckin' phrase that just depresses me like a sack of potatoes that just went rottin'.
Anthrax: Tag Team?
Colton: That's what it says here. You're with Apollo.
Anthrax: Ugh.
I know, I know, I should be happy. At least I get to wrap my hands around that justice-giving happy go lucky fuck Chris Avery. But this just doesn't do it for me. Tag Teams are the equivilance of two dudes ass raming the same girl. Eventually, his dead dick skin and his precum will rub all over your dick, no matter what. Tag Team. I don't do Tag Team matches. They're pointless, and I've never even been in one.
Anthrax: So, I have to tag this Apollo guy in and actually like.. like him?
Colton: Not really. Plus he's a straight shooter anyway. Just like us.
If I knew there was someone like us, don't you think we'd be friends with them. I didn't say it out loud, but he'll learn. Come time. Patience I guess is what I'm really talking about. Weird how I use that word. Patience. I've never used it before, not my style, not my thang. I'm the guy who fuckin' goes to the ring by myself and handles my business. Well with the help of Colton. I'm not that proud to not take help in a business that I'm just starting out in nor where I don't know my opponents that well.
Anthrax: He better just stay out of my way.
Colton: That's not being a team player. Plus ya'know damn well what it's like fighting Tank. It's not that easy. The two of you worked well last week.
Anthrax: Fluke.
It was. Fluke. Fuck that shit if you don't think it was. I was beating up Chris Avery. That's it. He doesn't understand what it's like to steal, and rob, and drink and do drugs. He doesn't understand yet he's a black man from Chicago. What a fucking walking, talking ironic cliche that mother fucker is. Back to the point.
Colton: Fluk-
Anthrax: Yes, fluke. It was a one time thing. The stars had to align just right for him and I to beat up on Avery together anyway.
Colton: Well whatever the case, you're teaming up with him. And I've looked over some films from the past Wrestling Championship Federation pay per view's I've recorded.
It didn't surprise me. Films, recording, this dude was a whiz with the computer, and he knew his ins and outs of the business and he's not even a wrestler. Shit, let me take you back a few weeks to where he first showed up at an event. You see, he got the participant pass so he can go anywhere. First thing he does is get autographs from his favorite wrestlers. There was some guys backstage that roam the arenas still living for that last connection to wrestling. Colton was so happy for an autograph from Deafman or someshit. Whomever. Some fucking idiot. Well, Colton then told everyone who he was with and that was the last time people stopped talking to him. I figured it and he figured it so I guess he was smart enough to get the autographs first. It's not that I'm hte most hated man backstage, but I certainly haven't made friends. And if I have a friend his name isn't Apollo.
Anthrax: Let me guess. These films haev something to do with tag team matches and they can help me with my tag team skills?
God I fuckin' hate that phrase.
Colton: Yes. Apollo came from a big group so already he's in touch with chemistry and flow. He knows what it takes how to setup his opponent for the next move. It's all about linking moves together and staying fresh. You never want to be in the ring for more than a few minutes. Look at it this way. Beat your opponent down, yes, but never break a sweat. You never want to get trapped away from your corner either.
Anthrax: Sounds simple.
Colton: Yes, except..
Anthrax: Except what mother fucker?
Colton: Avery and Tank.
I hate that mother fucker more than the phrase Tag Team. Well.. both mother fuckers... fuckers.
Anthrax: What about them?
Colton: They're working together.. better than you and Apollo. What I mean is, Avery and Reaper might.. be starting a friendship?
Anthrax: Probably gonna bang each other.
Colton: Really? That low?
Anthrax: Hahahaha Fuckin' sorry man.
Colton: Rumor is on this WCFWrestleNews.com is that Chris Avery and Tank Reaper might be filing for a Tag Team resume. They might actually be a real tag team.
Anthrax: And?
Colton: Apollo and you are just singles stars. They're a tag team. They can beat us very easily.
Anthrax: What does this really fucking matter though? The point is, we're in a fuckin' faggy tag team match and next week I get Chris Avery in a no holds barred, no DQ match just like I wanted.
Colton: We wanted. It was my plan. Seth thought he was smart by adding that rule in but I gave him the idea earlier in the day.
Mother fucker was right. Let me take you back on this one too. Earlier that day at Slam, Colton went into Seth's office and asked for a one on one match with Chris Avery and Me for that night. Seth said no. Colton then replied it would drive ratings up if he did do it that night and made it a no-DQ match. Seth again said no like the fucker he is. But Colton smiled because he knew that the idea was already planted. Smart. Fucker.
Anthrax: Yeah, yeah, you're idea. I'm starving and this apartment has no food.
Colton: Which reminds me. We got paid our 5,000 for the month of June.
Anthrax: Five thousand? What the fuck? I was only gettin' paid 4,000?
Colton: One thousand for being a manager!
Anthrax: Oh no shit? Let's go get some fuckin' food!
Colton: Yeah, I'm hungry.
I think this is going to work. Ol' Colton and I. We have some sort of chemistry, we bond, and we take a likin' to each other. He likes wrestling, and I love fighting. He knows the opponents, and I love fighting the opponents. He helps me win, and I.. win. I mean, really, we're the perfect... ahh fuck. I almost said it. I fuckin' almost said it. Mother fucker.
Colton: What was that?
Anthrax: What?
Colton: You yelled Mother Fucker really loud?
Anthrax: Nothin', mother fucker.
Anyways where was I. Food. I'm hungry. I'm almost hungry for a win. And to be honest, I'll take them as I see it. If it's a Tag Team match then so be it but Apollo better be on the same page. None of this ego shit. Tank Reaper has already had it from me and I'll make myself clear. I don't need to beat up Tank, I need to beat up Chris. Reason you ask? Simple. He gives justice to the bad guys and fights for the good guys. Well guess what, they boo me and I'm a good guy? I didn't do anything wrong. I just win the matches anyway I can and get paid. I also like to fight and beat up their 'favorite' wrestlers. Big fuckin' deal. I should be the favorite. They'll see. The Television Championship is just around the corner, and I have Chris Avery next week in a NO-DQ match. I should see if Colton want's in on that. Good ol' fashioned ass kicking. I love it. Food. I love food too. Fuck, i'm hungry.
Anthrax: Tag Team?
Colton: That's what it says here. You're with Apollo.
Anthrax: Ugh.
I know, I know, I should be happy. At least I get to wrap my hands around that justice-giving happy go lucky fuck Chris Avery. But this just doesn't do it for me. Tag Teams are the equivilance of two dudes ass raming the same girl. Eventually, his dead dick skin and his precum will rub all over your dick, no matter what. Tag Team. I don't do Tag Team matches. They're pointless, and I've never even been in one.
Anthrax: So, I have to tag this Apollo guy in and actually like.. like him?
Colton: Not really. Plus he's a straight shooter anyway. Just like us.
If I knew there was someone like us, don't you think we'd be friends with them. I didn't say it out loud, but he'll learn. Come time. Patience I guess is what I'm really talking about. Weird how I use that word. Patience. I've never used it before, not my style, not my thang. I'm the guy who fuckin' goes to the ring by myself and handles my business. Well with the help of Colton. I'm not that proud to not take help in a business that I'm just starting out in nor where I don't know my opponents that well.
Anthrax: He better just stay out of my way.
Colton: That's not being a team player. Plus ya'know damn well what it's like fighting Tank. It's not that easy. The two of you worked well last week.
Anthrax: Fluke.
It was. Fluke. Fuck that shit if you don't think it was. I was beating up Chris Avery. That's it. He doesn't understand what it's like to steal, and rob, and drink and do drugs. He doesn't understand yet he's a black man from Chicago. What a fucking walking, talking ironic cliche that mother fucker is. Back to the point.
Colton: Fluk-
Anthrax: Yes, fluke. It was a one time thing. The stars had to align just right for him and I to beat up on Avery together anyway.
Colton: Well whatever the case, you're teaming up with him. And I've looked over some films from the past Wrestling Championship Federation pay per view's I've recorded.
It didn't surprise me. Films, recording, this dude was a whiz with the computer, and he knew his ins and outs of the business and he's not even a wrestler. Shit, let me take you back a few weeks to where he first showed up at an event. You see, he got the participant pass so he can go anywhere. First thing he does is get autographs from his favorite wrestlers. There was some guys backstage that roam the arenas still living for that last connection to wrestling. Colton was so happy for an autograph from Deafman or someshit. Whomever. Some fucking idiot. Well, Colton then told everyone who he was with and that was the last time people stopped talking to him. I figured it and he figured it so I guess he was smart enough to get the autographs first. It's not that I'm hte most hated man backstage, but I certainly haven't made friends. And if I have a friend his name isn't Apollo.
Anthrax: Let me guess. These films haev something to do with tag team matches and they can help me with my tag team skills?
God I fuckin' hate that phrase.
Colton: Yes. Apollo came from a big group so already he's in touch with chemistry and flow. He knows what it takes how to setup his opponent for the next move. It's all about linking moves together and staying fresh. You never want to be in the ring for more than a few minutes. Look at it this way. Beat your opponent down, yes, but never break a sweat. You never want to get trapped away from your corner either.
Anthrax: Sounds simple.
Colton: Yes, except..
Anthrax: Except what mother fucker?
Colton: Avery and Tank.
I hate that mother fucker more than the phrase Tag Team. Well.. both mother fuckers... fuckers.
Anthrax: What about them?
Colton: They're working together.. better than you and Apollo. What I mean is, Avery and Reaper might.. be starting a friendship?
Anthrax: Probably gonna bang each other.
Colton: Really? That low?
Anthrax: Hahahaha Fuckin' sorry man.
Colton: Rumor is on this WCFWrestleNews.com is that Chris Avery and Tank Reaper might be filing for a Tag Team resume. They might actually be a real tag team.
Anthrax: And?
Colton: Apollo and you are just singles stars. They're a tag team. They can beat us very easily.
Anthrax: What does this really fucking matter though? The point is, we're in a fuckin' faggy tag team match and next week I get Chris Avery in a no holds barred, no DQ match just like I wanted.
Colton: We wanted. It was my plan. Seth thought he was smart by adding that rule in but I gave him the idea earlier in the day.
Mother fucker was right. Let me take you back on this one too. Earlier that day at Slam, Colton went into Seth's office and asked for a one on one match with Chris Avery and Me for that night. Seth said no. Colton then replied it would drive ratings up if he did do it that night and made it a no-DQ match. Seth again said no like the fucker he is. But Colton smiled because he knew that the idea was already planted. Smart. Fucker.
Anthrax: Yeah, yeah, you're idea. I'm starving and this apartment has no food.
Colton: Which reminds me. We got paid our 5,000 for the month of June.
Anthrax: Five thousand? What the fuck? I was only gettin' paid 4,000?
Colton: One thousand for being a manager!
Anthrax: Oh no shit? Let's go get some fuckin' food!
Colton: Yeah, I'm hungry.
I think this is going to work. Ol' Colton and I. We have some sort of chemistry, we bond, and we take a likin' to each other. He likes wrestling, and I love fighting. He knows the opponents, and I love fighting the opponents. He helps me win, and I.. win. I mean, really, we're the perfect... ahh fuck. I almost said it. I fuckin' almost said it. Mother fucker.
Colton: What was that?
Anthrax: What?
Colton: You yelled Mother Fucker really loud?
Anthrax: Nothin', mother fucker.
Anyways where was I. Food. I'm hungry. I'm almost hungry for a win. And to be honest, I'll take them as I see it. If it's a Tag Team match then so be it but Apollo better be on the same page. None of this ego shit. Tank Reaper has already had it from me and I'll make myself clear. I don't need to beat up Tank, I need to beat up Chris. Reason you ask? Simple. He gives justice to the bad guys and fights for the good guys. Well guess what, they boo me and I'm a good guy? I didn't do anything wrong. I just win the matches anyway I can and get paid. I also like to fight and beat up their 'favorite' wrestlers. Big fuckin' deal. I should be the favorite. They'll see. The Television Championship is just around the corner, and I have Chris Avery next week in a NO-DQ match. I should see if Colton want's in on that. Good ol' fashioned ass kicking. I love it. Food. I love food too. Fuck, i'm hungry.
