Post by oceb on Jan 29, 2011 20:30:31 GMT -5
feedback on rp....
Narrator: Intense pain is a wonderful thing. Intense pain IS a wonderful thing. Your life quickly flashes before your eyes, things that are the most important to you, become crystal clear. You start to begin to learn the meaning of your individual pathetic life. One warrior and one pseudo-champion have been brought together not by philosophy, but by necessity. The Television Championship, has been in a deep desperation of a strong champion for a long time, now. Since January 31st of last year, the Television Championship have changed hands 9 times. By the time the pay per view, Payback, comes around, that would of be a new champion every forty days. Once again, there is a strong desperation for a strong Television Champion. Unfortunately, all WCF has to rely on right now, as TV Champion, is Chris Avery. He has had successful championship defenses, but you cannot say without an absolute straight face, that they were quality defenses. Chris Avery's lack of quality competition is making his championship reign look paper thin. How can you be considered a great and worthy champion without the strong and worthy competition to back up that claim. Considering who is associates are, there has been one particular phrase that has been thrown around lately. This is War, This is War. This is War. Where has that phrase been mentioned? In the Bible, war has been mentioned throughout the good book. It says, in Romans 3:10 'There is no one righteous, not even one.' Proverbs 21:15 'When justice is done, it is a joy to the righteous but terror to evildoers.' Some say war is never a good thing. But, sometimes in your life, you come to a crossroads, where you have to do things, that you usually don't do in any ordinary circumstances. You will come face to face with people or situations, that you don't like, but you still have to deal with it and/or them and STILL accomplish your goals. Sometimes war, IS a necessary thing. In a world filled with people with their hearts full of hate and deception, war is inevitable.... inevitable.... inevitable....[/color]
~._-*The narrative voice echoes into obscurity. Darkness begins to slowing evaporate. A brilliant, vivid, and lustrous light slowly begins to shine. The bright light is overwhelming, as you have to shield your eyes from the shining bright white light. The light dims and you stand in a room. You are alone. A loud pitch of noise, echoes throughout the room. The noise is rapid and loud. The pitch is ear shattering unbearable, but you can't leave the room. Your breath is short and your heartbeat is rapid. The noise surrounds you and there is no chance of an opportunity for escape! You have no choice, but to succumb to the noise. You look above yourself and spot ceiling speakers...*-_.~
~._-*That is when, you notice speakers in the corners. Speakers that produce surround sound. You become engulfed in a high pitched and rapid noise. The noise is unrecognizable. You begin to slowly go into your subconsciousness for relief, but your subconscious is in more chaos than your reality is. No relief there. So, you try to cover your ears, but the noise sneaks through your hands and bores into your ears. No escape there. The noise rattles around your brain and attacks your consciousness. That whiny voice begins to eat away your Cerebral Cortex. Your speech becomes MORE impaired, as well as your sight and you begin to lose the abilities of ALL of your senses. Then the sound begins to attack your cerebellum. You start to lose your coordination. Your speech becomes slurred. Your legs become weak and shaky, as you begin to lose your ability to walk. You develop vertigo and finally, you begin to not be able to make swift movements. The noise begins to attack your brain stem, which you begin to lose your development to breath. You develop Dysphagia(problem of swallowing food and water)and severe Sleep Apnea. The noise becomes a part of you, as it attaches to your very own soul. As you are about to reach your breaking point, the point where you wish you could end your own life, the irritating voice eventually slows down. The noise, THAT DAMN VOICE, became so unbearable that you wanted to commit the ultimate sin and end iy all. But the noise is identified as a human voice. The pulse, of the voice, echoes, as the voice is repeating the same thing over and over again....*-_.~
The voice: "Oceb is finished(finished) next(next) week! This is(is) REALITY Television(vision) right here(here-here).. I'm the REAL(real) Tele(tele)vision Champion(ion)! No(no) one is(is) going to(to) defeat me(me-me-me), baby(by-y-y)! I'm the greatest(est-st) there ever was(was-was-as-as)!"[/color]
~._-*The voice gets louder. The noise gets MORE OBNOXIOUS...*-_.~
The voice: "OCEB(ceb) IS FINISHED(finished) NEXT(next) WEEK! THIS IS(is) REALITY TELEVISION(vision) RIGHT HERE(here-ere).. I'M THE REAL(real) TELE(tele)VISION CHAMPION(ion)! NO(no) ONE IS(is) GOING TO(to) DEFEAT ME(me-me-me), BABY(by-y-y)! I'M THE GREATEST(est-est) THERE EVER WAS(was-was-as-as)!"[/color]
~._-*The voice is unbearable. Too much to handle. Obnoxious. Long fingernails down a chalkboard is more appealing than that voice. Pouring chlorine bleach over an open cut, a deep wound, is more pleasing than hearing that voice. With each syllable of each word, the voice speaks, seems to tear at the cochlea(the spiral-shaped, fluid-filled inner ear structure that moves when vibrated and cause a nerve impulse to form.) Then, the shrieking voice shreds the semicircular canals(three loops of fluid-filled tubes that are attached to the cochlea in the inner ear. That helps us maintain our sense of balance.) Nothing seems to stop that voice. The continuous annoyance of the repeating voice finally ruptures the eardrums. Now, there you stand, you are totally deaf and brain dead. DEATH BY ANNOYANCE! Brain dead, because some fool, couldn't keep his BIG.... MOUTH SHUT!! At last, you can finally live in peace and harmony, knowing you can no longer hear that pugnacious and sickening voice, ever again. But, that would be wishful thinking.
By an unexpected glare, you can see an reflection of someone that looks familiar. That familiar face, which you haven't seen in a long while, is staring right back at you. You can see the wraps of fabric, that makes up the mask. You can see the blank, empty, and expressionless steel blue eyes glaring right back at you. That is how you recognize who is looking back at you. The determination, in those eyes, are from someone who is seeking to win the WCF Television Championship over a person that definitely did NOT deserve to be champion. No matter who HE was. There standing, looking, is the future WCF Television Champion. That someone, defines what a true champion truly is. No matter what his personal philosophies are towards anyone. That someone who has had a disturbed and problematic past, who is not a stranger to championship gold. It doesn't matter to him, if he was cheered or booed. He was going out to that ring and do what he was born to do. What his legacy is and that is to hurt people, get paid for it, and win championships. What he definitely does not want, is to hold a championship and parade around like some two-bit poser champion, like Chris Avery. But, this someone LOOKS like a champion and ACTS like a champion. He was born to be a champion. Once he gets his first opportunity, he will take that opportunity and WIN his first championship and that first opportunity will be at Payback when Oceb Aughion will face the WCF Television Champion, Chris "The Truth" Avery. He has been to the mountain top and is willing to put his body through the grueling and challenging demands, of a championship pursuit. He starts at the foothills and begins his journey back up the mountain.
With the constant overlapping babbling of Chris Avery continues, Oceb rages out. He walks over to his nearby bag and pulls out a .50 caliber Smith and Wesson Magnum 500 pistol. The double-action revolver, introduced in 2003, has an 8 3/8-inch barrel, is 15 inches long and weighs 4 1/2 pounds empty. The muzzle produces 2,600 of foot-pound force. So, when Oceb decided he had enough of hearing Chris Avery's voice. The mighty Turk's brain was screaming... "MERCY!! MERCY!! PLEASE GOD!! PLEASE!! PLEA-EA-EASE! STOP THAT VOICE FROM TALKING!!" With a steady hand and lucid expression across his face, Oceb slowly puts the revolver to his right temple....*-_.~
<CLICK. BANG-BANG!! BOOM...... CRASH-THUD!!>
~._-*The Turkish Terror decided it was time he got rid of that annoying bitchy toned voice of Chris Avery. He had to stop that voice from bouncing around in his head! Something had to be done, he couldn't take the sound of Chris Avery's voice anymore! A couple of rounds from the pistol HAD been fired. The shots completely knocked the speaker from off the top left corner, of the room and it crashes down onto the floor, splintering it into several pieces. *-_.~
Oceb Aughion: Whoo-wee!! Praise Allah!! That felt good! Damn good!! Over in Turkey we have several pistols and high powered rifles, as well as automatic weapons. But, personally I prefer pump-action shotguns made by Hatsan Arms. But, this Smith and Wesson felt good to fire off. Especially the natural frustration I'm personally feeling towards Chris Avery. But, of course, me being from Turkey making personal threats towards Chris Avery, although in a confined sports related environment, it would be considered a terrorist threat. All because I am from Turkey![/color]
~._-*Aughion then looks up and shoots off a couple more rounds into the speaker above him. This time, Aughion has to move out of the way, before the speaker box and speaker comes crashing down to the floor. Aughion looks straight ahead, he sees a small flashing red light....*-_.~
Oceb Aughion: DAMN!! GREAT ALLAH!! That felt great!! You see, Chris Avery the difference between you and I is that I, the great Turkish Terror Oceb Aughion. know my potentiality for violence. Well, look at me.[/color]
~._-*The camera moves from head to toe and back up from the toe towards the head of the massive Turk.*-_.~
Oceb Aughion: Look at me. I'm in perfect health. I stand six feet five inches tall and weigh 305 pounds of complete muscle. With very little possible body fat. My mesomorphic(low body fat, with large bones and large muscle mass) body is all from hard work and constant training. Now, look at Chris Avery. Please, someone look at the boy, he feels no one cares. He craves attention. Everyone knows what kind of attention whore Chris Avery is. Why do you think he acts the way he does? He craves positive reinforcement. The boy is just 225 pounds. Will somebody PLEASE get this boy a sandwich!! A big gust of wind could pass through and he can just... float away. Now, Truth, and I say that very loosely, because as I said before, you wouldn't know the truth if it fell on top of you. You and I are both "of color" non-Caucasian, surrounded in a industry. mostly, full of white wrestlers. Do you feel it's just a coincidence that we, both non-whites, fighting over JUST the WCF Television Championship? But, considering the rumors flying around here, who truly IS in charge of WCF, is probably the real reason, the ONLY reason why you are a champion to begin with. Right?
But, why just the TV title? If someone, like you, with all that supposed "talent" and you just hold only the television championship? Now, granted since I've been here, I haven't held a championship, but again, I've only wrestled 3 matches. So, naturally, I wanted to start from the bottom and wrestle my way to the top. To show my possible potential. Instead, like you, you have wrestled 46 matches and managed to only win, roughly... get this, thirty nine percent of your matches. Just 39 percent of your matches. Really?! Since you are mathematically asinine and moronic, that means that you managed to only win 18 out of 46 matches. Actually, after Payback your record will say 18 victories out of 47 matches. So, out of your 46 matches, how many championships have you held? Is the only championship you have ever held in WCF only been the Television Championship?![/color]
~._-*Oceb begins to sarcastically clap. Clapping slowly, very slowly.*-_.~
Oceb Aughion: And now, here comes this upstart, from out of nowhere, from over seas and with only a handful of matches under his belt, is gonna take that Television Championship away from you? That must be totally gut wrenching. How angry will that make Torture?! He's gonna be pissed huh? He seems like the type, who doesn't accept failure. What are you gonna do?!? You see how he handles failure. Dude! You are up sh*t's creek without a paddle. But, hey, you must be doing something right, right?! You've lost more matches than you've won and you still manage not to get beat down and tossed out of This is War. Why is that? Excuse me? What's that? You're holding a championship and that's WHY you are still with This is War. Well, not for long. Wait, wait don't get upset, Chris. I didn't mean anything bad by that. It doesn't mean you will be exiled out of This is War for losing. I mean not for long, when considering when I defeat you for the television title. How long do you think it will take Torture, before he gets extremely disappointed at you, because of all your failure?[/color]
~._-*The massive Turk looks into the camera and begins to whisper into camera...*-_.~
Oceb Aughion(whispers): psst... hey. guess what, chris? i know a secret. wanna know what that secret is? i know your not as much of a p*ssy, as people say you are. why do they say such things? why? well, look at your record. i know i sound like a broken record, right? but, guess what? i know better and i know that you know that i know that you know better too. i know something about you, as well as you know something about me.... but, i know something that trumps everything that you know. wanna know what that is? sh-h-h-h. it's a secret. i know the truth. not the fraudulent bullsh*t you try to pull off AS the truth, but the bonefide, absolute truth. at payback, i will tell the entire world the truth. most people in the wcf, think they know what the truth is, but come this sunday in washington d.c, it's time to show the world what they've been waiting for..... so says YOUR new WCF Television Champion, so it must... be.... true!
~._-*The massive Turk just stands there, right before he lunges and swings his huge right fist through the camera's lens. The scene ends in static...*-_.~
The REAL truth becomes more real and obvious.
War is hell.- William Tecumseh Sherman
All warfare is based on deception.- Sun Tzu
I'll introduce your brain to your mouth... because you've always talking out your ass!- Jake "The Snake" Roberts
The Lord tells me he can get me out of this mess, but he's pretty sure you're f*cked!- Mad Steven(Braveheart)
"The purpose of fighting is to win. There is no possible victory in defense. The sword is more important than the shield and skill is more important than either. The final weapon is the brain. All else is supplemental." - John Steinbeck
“We’re not here to do the decent thing, we’re here to follow f***ing orders!” – (Saving Private Ryan)
"Where is your honor, dirt bag? You are an absolute disgrace!"- R. Lee Ermey(Full Metal Jacket)
All warfare is based on deception.- Sun Tzu
I'll introduce your brain to your mouth... because you've always talking out your ass!- Jake "The Snake" Roberts
The Lord tells me he can get me out of this mess, but he's pretty sure you're f*cked!- Mad Steven(Braveheart)
"The purpose of fighting is to win. There is no possible victory in defense. The sword is more important than the shield and skill is more important than either. The final weapon is the brain. All else is supplemental." - John Steinbeck
“We’re not here to do the decent thing, we’re here to follow f***ing orders!” – (Saving Private Ryan)
"Where is your honor, dirt bag? You are an absolute disgrace!"- R. Lee Ermey(Full Metal Jacket)
Narrator: Intense pain is a wonderful thing. Intense pain IS a wonderful thing. Your life quickly flashes before your eyes, things that are the most important to you, become crystal clear. You start to begin to learn the meaning of your individual pathetic life. One warrior and one pseudo-champion have been brought together not by philosophy, but by necessity. The Television Championship, has been in a deep desperation of a strong champion for a long time, now. Since January 31st of last year, the Television Championship have changed hands 9 times. By the time the pay per view, Payback, comes around, that would of be a new champion every forty days. Once again, there is a strong desperation for a strong Television Champion. Unfortunately, all WCF has to rely on right now, as TV Champion, is Chris Avery. He has had successful championship defenses, but you cannot say without an absolute straight face, that they were quality defenses. Chris Avery's lack of quality competition is making his championship reign look paper thin. How can you be considered a great and worthy champion without the strong and worthy competition to back up that claim. Considering who is associates are, there has been one particular phrase that has been thrown around lately. This is War, This is War. This is War. Where has that phrase been mentioned? In the Bible, war has been mentioned throughout the good book. It says, in Romans 3:10 'There is no one righteous, not even one.' Proverbs 21:15 'When justice is done, it is a joy to the righteous but terror to evildoers.' Some say war is never a good thing. But, sometimes in your life, you come to a crossroads, where you have to do things, that you usually don't do in any ordinary circumstances. You will come face to face with people or situations, that you don't like, but you still have to deal with it and/or them and STILL accomplish your goals. Sometimes war, IS a necessary thing. In a world filled with people with their hearts full of hate and deception, war is inevitable.... inevitable.... inevitable....[/color]
~._-*The narrative voice echoes into obscurity. Darkness begins to slowing evaporate. A brilliant, vivid, and lustrous light slowly begins to shine. The bright light is overwhelming, as you have to shield your eyes from the shining bright white light. The light dims and you stand in a room. You are alone. A loud pitch of noise, echoes throughout the room. The noise is rapid and loud. The pitch is ear shattering unbearable, but you can't leave the room. Your breath is short and your heartbeat is rapid. The noise surrounds you and there is no chance of an opportunity for escape! You have no choice, but to succumb to the noise. You look above yourself and spot ceiling speakers...*-_.~
~._-*That is when, you notice speakers in the corners. Speakers that produce surround sound. You become engulfed in a high pitched and rapid noise. The noise is unrecognizable. You begin to slowly go into your subconsciousness for relief, but your subconscious is in more chaos than your reality is. No relief there. So, you try to cover your ears, but the noise sneaks through your hands and bores into your ears. No escape there. The noise rattles around your brain and attacks your consciousness. That whiny voice begins to eat away your Cerebral Cortex. Your speech becomes MORE impaired, as well as your sight and you begin to lose the abilities of ALL of your senses. Then the sound begins to attack your cerebellum. You start to lose your coordination. Your speech becomes slurred. Your legs become weak and shaky, as you begin to lose your ability to walk. You develop vertigo and finally, you begin to not be able to make swift movements. The noise begins to attack your brain stem, which you begin to lose your development to breath. You develop Dysphagia(problem of swallowing food and water)and severe Sleep Apnea. The noise becomes a part of you, as it attaches to your very own soul. As you are about to reach your breaking point, the point where you wish you could end your own life, the irritating voice eventually slows down. The noise, THAT DAMN VOICE, became so unbearable that you wanted to commit the ultimate sin and end iy all. But the noise is identified as a human voice. The pulse, of the voice, echoes, as the voice is repeating the same thing over and over again....*-_.~
The voice: "Oceb is finished(finished) next(next) week! This is(is) REALITY Television(vision) right here(here-here).. I'm the REAL(real) Tele(tele)vision Champion(ion)! No(no) one is(is) going to(to) defeat me(me-me-me), baby(by-y-y)! I'm the greatest(est-st) there ever was(was-was-as-as)!"[/color]
~._-*The voice gets louder. The noise gets MORE OBNOXIOUS...*-_.~
The voice: "OCEB(ceb) IS FINISHED(finished) NEXT(next) WEEK! THIS IS(is) REALITY TELEVISION(vision) RIGHT HERE(here-ere).. I'M THE REAL(real) TELE(tele)VISION CHAMPION(ion)! NO(no) ONE IS(is) GOING TO(to) DEFEAT ME(me-me-me), BABY(by-y-y)! I'M THE GREATEST(est-est) THERE EVER WAS(was-was-as-as)!"[/color]
~._-*The voice is unbearable. Too much to handle. Obnoxious. Long fingernails down a chalkboard is more appealing than that voice. Pouring chlorine bleach over an open cut, a deep wound, is more pleasing than hearing that voice. With each syllable of each word, the voice speaks, seems to tear at the cochlea(the spiral-shaped, fluid-filled inner ear structure that moves when vibrated and cause a nerve impulse to form.) Then, the shrieking voice shreds the semicircular canals(three loops of fluid-filled tubes that are attached to the cochlea in the inner ear. That helps us maintain our sense of balance.) Nothing seems to stop that voice. The continuous annoyance of the repeating voice finally ruptures the eardrums. Now, there you stand, you are totally deaf and brain dead. DEATH BY ANNOYANCE! Brain dead, because some fool, couldn't keep his BIG.... MOUTH SHUT!! At last, you can finally live in peace and harmony, knowing you can no longer hear that pugnacious and sickening voice, ever again. But, that would be wishful thinking.
By an unexpected glare, you can see an reflection of someone that looks familiar. That familiar face, which you haven't seen in a long while, is staring right back at you. You can see the wraps of fabric, that makes up the mask. You can see the blank, empty, and expressionless steel blue eyes glaring right back at you. That is how you recognize who is looking back at you. The determination, in those eyes, are from someone who is seeking to win the WCF Television Championship over a person that definitely did NOT deserve to be champion. No matter who HE was. There standing, looking, is the future WCF Television Champion. That someone, defines what a true champion truly is. No matter what his personal philosophies are towards anyone. That someone who has had a disturbed and problematic past, who is not a stranger to championship gold. It doesn't matter to him, if he was cheered or booed. He was going out to that ring and do what he was born to do. What his legacy is and that is to hurt people, get paid for it, and win championships. What he definitely does not want, is to hold a championship and parade around like some two-bit poser champion, like Chris Avery. But, this someone LOOKS like a champion and ACTS like a champion. He was born to be a champion. Once he gets his first opportunity, he will take that opportunity and WIN his first championship and that first opportunity will be at Payback when Oceb Aughion will face the WCF Television Champion, Chris "The Truth" Avery. He has been to the mountain top and is willing to put his body through the grueling and challenging demands, of a championship pursuit. He starts at the foothills and begins his journey back up the mountain.
With the constant overlapping babbling of Chris Avery continues, Oceb rages out. He walks over to his nearby bag and pulls out a .50 caliber Smith and Wesson Magnum 500 pistol. The double-action revolver, introduced in 2003, has an 8 3/8-inch barrel, is 15 inches long and weighs 4 1/2 pounds empty. The muzzle produces 2,600 of foot-pound force. So, when Oceb decided he had enough of hearing Chris Avery's voice. The mighty Turk's brain was screaming... "MERCY!! MERCY!! PLEASE GOD!! PLEASE!! PLEA-EA-EASE! STOP THAT VOICE FROM TALKING!!" With a steady hand and lucid expression across his face, Oceb slowly puts the revolver to his right temple....*-_.~
<CLICK. BANG-BANG!! BOOM...... CRASH-THUD!!>
~._-*The Turkish Terror decided it was time he got rid of that annoying bitchy toned voice of Chris Avery. He had to stop that voice from bouncing around in his head! Something had to be done, he couldn't take the sound of Chris Avery's voice anymore! A couple of rounds from the pistol HAD been fired. The shots completely knocked the speaker from off the top left corner, of the room and it crashes down onto the floor, splintering it into several pieces. *-_.~
Oceb Aughion: Whoo-wee!! Praise Allah!! That felt good! Damn good!! Over in Turkey we have several pistols and high powered rifles, as well as automatic weapons. But, personally I prefer pump-action shotguns made by Hatsan Arms. But, this Smith and Wesson felt good to fire off. Especially the natural frustration I'm personally feeling towards Chris Avery. But, of course, me being from Turkey making personal threats towards Chris Avery, although in a confined sports related environment, it would be considered a terrorist threat. All because I am from Turkey![/color]
~._-*Aughion then looks up and shoots off a couple more rounds into the speaker above him. This time, Aughion has to move out of the way, before the speaker box and speaker comes crashing down to the floor. Aughion looks straight ahead, he sees a small flashing red light....*-_.~
Oceb Aughion: DAMN!! GREAT ALLAH!! That felt great!! You see, Chris Avery the difference between you and I is that I, the great Turkish Terror Oceb Aughion. know my potentiality for violence. Well, look at me.[/color]
~._-*The camera moves from head to toe and back up from the toe towards the head of the massive Turk.*-_.~
Oceb Aughion: Look at me. I'm in perfect health. I stand six feet five inches tall and weigh 305 pounds of complete muscle. With very little possible body fat. My mesomorphic(low body fat, with large bones and large muscle mass) body is all from hard work and constant training. Now, look at Chris Avery. Please, someone look at the boy, he feels no one cares. He craves attention. Everyone knows what kind of attention whore Chris Avery is. Why do you think he acts the way he does? He craves positive reinforcement. The boy is just 225 pounds. Will somebody PLEASE get this boy a sandwich!! A big gust of wind could pass through and he can just... float away. Now, Truth, and I say that very loosely, because as I said before, you wouldn't know the truth if it fell on top of you. You and I are both "of color" non-Caucasian, surrounded in a industry. mostly, full of white wrestlers. Do you feel it's just a coincidence that we, both non-whites, fighting over JUST the WCF Television Championship? But, considering the rumors flying around here, who truly IS in charge of WCF, is probably the real reason, the ONLY reason why you are a champion to begin with. Right?
But, why just the TV title? If someone, like you, with all that supposed "talent" and you just hold only the television championship? Now, granted since I've been here, I haven't held a championship, but again, I've only wrestled 3 matches. So, naturally, I wanted to start from the bottom and wrestle my way to the top. To show my possible potential. Instead, like you, you have wrestled 46 matches and managed to only win, roughly... get this, thirty nine percent of your matches. Just 39 percent of your matches. Really?! Since you are mathematically asinine and moronic, that means that you managed to only win 18 out of 46 matches. Actually, after Payback your record will say 18 victories out of 47 matches. So, out of your 46 matches, how many championships have you held? Is the only championship you have ever held in WCF only been the Television Championship?![/color]
~._-*Oceb begins to sarcastically clap. Clapping slowly, very slowly.*-_.~
Oceb Aughion: And now, here comes this upstart, from out of nowhere, from over seas and with only a handful of matches under his belt, is gonna take that Television Championship away from you? That must be totally gut wrenching. How angry will that make Torture?! He's gonna be pissed huh? He seems like the type, who doesn't accept failure. What are you gonna do?!? You see how he handles failure. Dude! You are up sh*t's creek without a paddle. But, hey, you must be doing something right, right?! You've lost more matches than you've won and you still manage not to get beat down and tossed out of This is War. Why is that? Excuse me? What's that? You're holding a championship and that's WHY you are still with This is War. Well, not for long. Wait, wait don't get upset, Chris. I didn't mean anything bad by that. It doesn't mean you will be exiled out of This is War for losing. I mean not for long, when considering when I defeat you for the television title. How long do you think it will take Torture, before he gets extremely disappointed at you, because of all your failure?[/color]
~._-*The massive Turk looks into the camera and begins to whisper into camera...*-_.~
Oceb Aughion(whispers): psst... hey. guess what, chris? i know a secret. wanna know what that secret is? i know your not as much of a p*ssy, as people say you are. why do they say such things? why? well, look at your record. i know i sound like a broken record, right? but, guess what? i know better and i know that you know that i know that you know better too. i know something about you, as well as you know something about me.... but, i know something that trumps everything that you know. wanna know what that is? sh-h-h-h. it's a secret. i know the truth. not the fraudulent bullsh*t you try to pull off AS the truth, but the bonefide, absolute truth. at payback, i will tell the entire world the truth. most people in the wcf, think they know what the truth is, but come this sunday in washington d.c, it's time to show the world what they've been waiting for..... so says YOUR new WCF Television Champion, so it must... be.... true!
~._-*The massive Turk just stands there, right before he lunges and swings his huge right fist through the camera's lens. The scene ends in static...*-_.~
