Post by Delsin Oswald on Jun 24, 2016 22:15:51 GMT -6
"I'm tellin' you, that boys got hops. Silas Romero's got hops because it's lookin' like he's been feelin' pretty froggy lately. He's feelin' so froggy that he's decided that he wants to get into that ring with the First Class Enforcer, the D-O Delsin Oswald. The funniest part about you, Silas, the single funniest part is when you're acting like you've never heard of me. Are you kidding me? Everybody around here has heard of me! See I've been busy doing something that actually matters while you've been nursing a beat up elbow trying to figure out what comes next. Think bringing a hot little blondie to ringside's gonna help you? Please! Mark Storm? OUTTA HERE! Why? Because I took him out. Peyton Kaiser?"
"Some triumphant return! He was gone just as quickly as he came back! Why? Because he was tough. He thought he was gonna feel a little froggy, just like you. He decided to jump, just like you wanna do and he got himself taken right the hell outta this business and outta this company! Artemis? Yeah, sure she came back trying to look tough but IC3 couldn't refuse to let an immigrant work because he gets a nice tax bonus for that. If Artie want's to step? She'll find out what happens when ya face the Kaiser Killer... again! Ha ha ha! Now... it's all Sympathy. That's what got you as far as you've come, Silas, and you're going to end up just like those Kaisers and Mark Storm. Big Barrel? Just a felon that's got nothin' on the First Class Athlete, D-O!"
Ha! That's a good story right there!
"Some triumphant return! He was gone just as quickly as he came back! Why? Because he was tough. He thought he was gonna feel a little froggy, just like you. He decided to jump, just like you wanna do and he got himself taken right the hell outta this business and outta this company! Artemis? Yeah, sure she came back trying to look tough but IC3 couldn't refuse to let an immigrant work because he gets a nice tax bonus for that. If Artie want's to step? She'll find out what happens when ya face the Kaiser Killer... again! Ha ha ha! Now... it's all Sympathy. That's what got you as far as you've come, Silas, and you're going to end up just like those Kaisers and Mark Storm. Big Barrel? Just a felon that's got nothin' on the First Class Athlete, D-O!"
They thought they knew how good I was. They thought they knew what they were getting into. They all fell one by one and this time Silas was going to fall. It may have been a minute since I was in the ring in MSW but I kept up. There was no ring-rust on this specimen, no sir!
"So while you're over there, Silas, and you're trying to act like you're such a big man remember who you're dealing with. Mister Cornelius still runs this place and he's been nothing but generous to you but you got too big for your own boots. In fact he put his cards in you to handle Barrel but since you couldn't do it I guess nature took it's course and got rid of that good for nothin' felon. Out six to eight weeks and things around here couldn't be happier. Hell, now it's time that First Class can get that damn championship around the waist of somebody that it actually belongs to! They're sayin' you've still got your shot but once I beat your sorry ass at Unstoppable we'll see how much of a shot you actually get. Maybe they'll start callin' me D-O the Silas Killer! One more notch under my belt will do me some good under the wing of Mister Cornelius and it'll do you some good to quit actin' like a smart ass and start respecting when respect is due!"
Silas needed to be taught the lesson and it seemed like the only one that could teach him the lesson was the only member of First Class loyal enough to keep the brand around because who knew where Tommy was at. Mister Cornelius wasn't telling me anything but he and Trampke weren't too happy about things and that much was definitely certain. But no matter what, they still got the D-O, baby.
"So come on Silas, come get frisky with the big man. I'll tell you this much, you're gonna get shut down, you're gonna get slammed down and you won't know what hit you. Think you can just throw an elbow and it's going to be all right? Got your blondie to impress? I don't care. First Class don't care. You're a punk and do you know what First Class does to punks? We stomp 'em into the ground. In case you haven't heard, I've got skills. My skills got skills. I'm the five star first class athlete and you're lucky if they consider you a D- to the A+ reppin' the nice shiney gold colors that represent class in this establishment. Wanan try and knock me out, boy, go ahead and try but I'm D-O the Kaiser Killer and you got nothin' on me. You just remember the class chart and understand your place. You're right down there at the bottom with Punk Ass Stevenson and those hicks Williams, Badger... who the hell calls themselves BADGER?!"
I had to roll my eyes at this one. It was disgusting and it just made no sense. Who the hell in their right mind would do that? Then again he had some screws loose up there so guess it made some sense.
"It doesn't even matter because they got some old wash up on their side now too. So the point here is that you're at the bottom, you're low of the low and I'm right up there at the tippy top where you'll never belong. So you get used to it and maybe I won't take out you're neck. Ask the Kaisers how that feels. #DeadOn Delsin Oswald, checkin' out."
It's so good to be good!