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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2014 0:36:06 GMT -6
Every hero has a villain that is put here just for the reason to bring them down, it's up to the hero to over come the villain or die trying. The question you have to ask yourself when you ponder those things. Is simply who really is the villain and who is really the hero?
"Do you not understand who you are about to fuck with kid? Your about to get your whole world fucking rocked!" I hit the enter key on the lab-top to send the tweet out to those who followed me. I have a clear smirk on my face as I spin around in my swivel chair like some child with A.D.D. I stop and sit there for a moment to collect my thoughts before standing an walking across my living room. I happen to have "borrowed" a camera from the nice folks over at MSW so that I could allow myself to conduct my own promo from where ever the hell I damn well wished to. I sit it up across from me on my couch as I plop down with a few comics beside me. I flip through the first one before laughing and toss it over my shoulder. I reach over lighting a smoke before turning toward the camera clearly playing up the fact I sat it there my damn self.
"Oh, I didn't see you there. Please do take a seat, I was doing some light reading to get myself in the mood for the opponent I have this week in our very own MSW. You see, he likes to think he is the hero of this company and what better way to learn about a hero than to read up on them in where they come from. No, not police by the way fuck them. Or fire-fighters silly. But comics, You see your "hero" likes to believe he himself lives in a comic book and his actions are destined to be the thing that sets him apart from the rest of the very company we work for. I however tend to disagree. Fret not I will get into the ways he is wrong. I'm sorry not just wrong, but dead wrong. But at this moment I would like to dig deeper into the "comic" part of our "hero" in this here company."
I smirk for a moment ashing my smoke. I pick up a comic, some recent up to date batman where he is going about fighting crime and being pretty much a bad ass that only batman can be. Allow me to break the fourth wall here guys. Batman is clearly the best super hero and if you disagree well first your wrong, and second of all fuck you. Anyway I flip through a few pages and nod as I read along before smacking it down on the table.
"You see, here is the problem with "hero" is that most of them allow their moral compass to stop them from doing what is truly the right thing in most situation. They stop before they truly kill the villain that they have stopped. Why? Only for the villain to come back the next day, maybe week? You see most "hero" are nothing more than villains that couldn't quite allow themselves to kill others or cause harm. The "hero" of this very company isn't a anti-hero by no means which means he fits into the boy-scout type of hero which gets under my skin more than any other type in the whole world. The boy-scout types would be your super-man and allow me to be frank here. FUCK SUPERMAN!"
I ash the smoke once more before sitting up placing my elbows and arms on my knees and staring right at the camera. My focus as switched from joking toward a more serious one. My face has tensed up ever so slightly and my eyes have a certain fire about them. I take the last hit as I put the smoke out and clasping my hands in front of my face.
"MSW, your about to get yet another person hurt and you don't even know it, your starting to noticed I am not some hackles talent and that I can and will do what I want and wish in that very ring. But you have put me in a match vs a child who thinks his whole life is a comic book and he is going to be the "hero" of this company. Guess what kid, your WRONG! Dead wrong, your not some super hero. Your not going to "save" this company from evil doers and I. I am going to be the villain that final does you in. I am your weakness, I am the one thing you dislike about the company or hell even the world around you. I am the person that hates all things good and prays upon those who are weaker around me. I walk around the world and this company smacking women, shaking babies and doing what ever it is I damn well please. I smoke weed, drink and drive and you know why? Because I fucking can. And you, some young wet behind the ear child thinks he stands a chance in hell of stopping me? I have yet to get beat in this very company as have you. But you have facing people who only act like they live the Villain life. My, I live it, love it. dream it and better yet express how amazing it can be."
I stand up from the couch and begin to walk back and forth in front of it. My arms swing at my side like you would see in some rap video the more I speak the louder I get till I'm right under a shout. I pause for a moment grabbing myself a slip from the drink in front of me. I stand still looking at the camera so you can clearly see my shirt "All hero's die" I begin to pace once more speaking again.
"They say, you either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain. Well you are not going to get the chance to grow up and become the next villain kid. You have decide by yourself to try and save this company or the whole world from evil. Yet you have no idea what is going to happen to you the next time you step inside that ring. If you are MSW's personal hero well then allow the whole company watch as the hero will fail, he will no be allowed to finish his mission the person who he wishes to stop will indeed win and this life he has lived by will prove to be his own down fall. Life can be funny sometimes, and others it can be a cruel vicsies bitch. Your got dealt a bad hand this time kid. Have you noticed I have yet to use your name? Did you think I don't know it? I know it but it means nothing to me. I was taught you didn't speak a person name when you didn't care for them. You get your name spoken when it was earned. You have earned nothing, you beat men who are overrated and getting higher bills on the show then myself? That is the shit that pisses me off."
I reach down picking up a comic book and standing dead center in front of the camera and pull out my zippo lighter and flick it open causing it to light. I place the comic over the flame as it quickly lights up. I stand there holding it for a moment before I snap my wrist making the fire die out for a moment.
"Just like this comic, which you live you life by, it can be burned with in seconds so will your career. Kid, get ready to pack up your super hero belts and capes because MSW is about to loose it's one and only hero and gain an even bigger villain and honestly. I couldn't be fucking happier."
I laugh out loud for a second, before walking toward the camera kneeling down in front of the camera. I put up both of my hands and slowly finger by finger lower them till just my middle fingers stood high in the air. I nod for moment holding them in place as I reach up to stop the camera still holding one up. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2014 0:32:11 GMT -6
When life gives you lemons you make lemonade when life gives you limes why not make limeade. When life hands me those things. I tend to get angry and throw them at any fool who dares cross my path.
We join our action comic already in progress as we see a women scream out maybe in pain maybe in pleasure who are we to know nor judge. We see a man running down the street with what seems to be her purse in his hand looking over his shoulder while smiling as he is looking back a tall man which looks to be in some crazy get up has jumped out from a perfectly placed dumpster and stands in the man's way. The man who stole the purse smack right into the chest of the dumpster man who stands there in some sort of hero pose. The "hero" looks down at the purse snatcher and shakes his head as the man goes to get up. The "hero" punches the man right in the face as the man hits the ground like a ton of bricks "POW" The "hero" reaches down and picks up the purse while turning and looking at the "perfectly placed camera"
"Just another day in the life of a would be hero in this very town. Who am I you might be asking yourself? Well I am no other than Blunt-Man and I am here to smoke out crime one puff at a time. You like that? I came up with it my self. What are my powers? Well lets not talk about that at this moment. What I am here to do is to stop would be purse snatchers and anyone who would dare hurt those in my town with out my help"
Those last words hang in the air, No like really they do. This is a comic for fuck sakes look the bubble is right there, can't you see it. Right there....Over.....Closer....THERE! Okay, anyway "Blunt-Man" walks toward the women to hand her the purse that was snatched as she reaches out for it. He smacks her across the face with a rather nasty backhand causing her to falls backwards landing on her ass she rubs her cheek and almost starts to cry. Our "hero" laughs out loud as he turns the purse upside down and dumps out everything. Normal things, phone, wallet, condoms etc. He grabs her wallet and takes the cash and cards then spikes the wallet in her face causing her to be knocked out cold.
"That will teach you to scream in a dark ally when a nice man was trying to provide for his family and his drug needs. For I am Blunt man and I will smoke out crime one hit at a time...Wait did I just fuck up my own catchphrase that quickly? Give me a break I am new to this super hero shits okay. But what I am, is a DAMN good "hero" I mean just look the would be hero of MSW is no where to be found to "stop" me and my evil villain like ways. I mean where is he at? Maybe he is living in another comic book? Or maybe just maye he isn't really a hero"
PAUSE! Please flip to the back of the book for the sound card. Yes that is it and read sound number five. What does that say? An gasp of greatness. Yes please insert that sound promptly after the last statement made by me for full effect otherwise I am just looking well like a fool as if the outfit and the whole idea of the comic hero wasn't enough.
Our hero runs off down the dark alleyway pausing for a moment to catch his breath and smoke, He pauses for a moment to take a good time to take to the camera once more.
"Blunt man is no fool, he knows that he isn't the type of hero most would want around or need but what he is, well he is an damn good person to have around for a party. So if you know anyone who is in need of some good weed well you know who to call. Call Blunt-Man he will swing by deliver the goods, punch the pigs in the face and jog off breathing heavy. But please do allow me to be serious for a moment because a certain child thinks he is a true hero and is going to rid not only the world but a certain wrestling company of evil doers. But he can't even understand nor give me...I mean his opponent the time of day. He tends to think Bryce Manning is far more pressing of his time than his real opponent. I hear that dude is pretty fucking awesome, maybe he should be looking at who he is facing instead of who he won't even get a chance to step inside the ring with."
Blunt-Man pauses for a moment as he looks to be smelling something, he holds up one finger as if to pause the conversation mid sentence, he pulls out a blunt from a pocket that can be seen because magic and shit. He lights it and exhales a larger than a mere human could exhale cloud of blunt smoke and just like that he was gone.
As we return our hero was stopping a bitch from hashing his high by yelling at the top of her lungs, Our Hero is standing out some shady ass hood he is looking shady himself he is clearly still in his super hero outfit but has clothes over to try and blend in. A man walks by as he hands him some weed and gets some money from him as the man walks off. Suddenly as if it was planned to happen almost like a book or some shit. The cops come pulling up from everywhere. Blunt man rips off his normal clothes and begin to run at the cops quickly taking them out with much haste. He stands on top of one of the cop cars looking rater proud of himself.
"Just like a good hero does, he quickly takes out the bad guys before they have a time to react. I am here for the people and do what ever is needed just in case someone needs some green. But where was Payton? I thought he would have came this time for sure. But yet once more he is more worried about Bryce Manning and the "evil" of the company to come and help out his cop friends. You see I am going to keep attacking and doing what ever it is I want in this world till you come out to play. I will get everyone high, I will whore out women even the ugly ones. But why won't you show up? Is it because you know deep down inside yourself your nothing more than a kid who is playing dress up who clearly is in way over his own damn head? Or maybe your really crazy and that damn near stupid to see that your no hero!"
WOAH! Too real, Blunt man needs to relax and smoke before he gets too real for this comic we wouldn't want people to think he is some sort of wrestler now would we....Shit I just reread that and my cover is blown now isn't it. Shit...Well I didn't play that very well now did I? Well I guess you know who I really am now don't you? Well turn the damn page then!
A foiled page showing Blunt-Man taking off his outfit as it's none other than Bryan York. He stands there somehow already in his "street" clothes as some would call it. He...Well um I guess I stand there looking down on the cops who are still knocked out, damn I didn't know I could hit so hard. Hmm guess that would be why I haven't lost in MSW yet now would it. I jump down from the hood of the cop and open the driver side door sitting In the car propping my feet on the hinge of the now open door. Pretty much I'm kicked back enjoying myself people geez use your own thoughts. Anyway I reach down grabbing the mega phone before turning it own and tapping the pop filter "POP!" Yea that sounded good didn't it. "POP! WING! ZAP!" Okay the zap I will admit was too far.
"Calling all hero's calling all hero of this very city, state, town hell even the world. Please report to the location of this call and promptly get your ass kicked and your identity being shown to the whole world. But mostly so I can kick your ass. You see your local hero is none other than Payton Von Licht and he thinks that he is going to stop me from winning, he has over looked me like the rest of you brainless worthless hacks and yet here I am out I the open. All pink and naked and yet you do nothing to stop me or even give me the chance to prove you wrong. You run and hide and you do everything you can to avoided me. Payton had a chance to talk about me and all the "wrong" I do but yet once more he picked others to talk about. I think you get the point I'm rather annoyed about it and damn right I should be. He has his biggest challenge ahead of him and yet he looks past me. Like the two men before him and yet like the others he will soon find out what it's like to be a looser and watch as his hopes and dream of helping this company goes down like a cheap whore in a rat hole hotel for fifty bucks!"
I pull out a smoke and place it in the corner of my mouth allowing me to smoke it and talk at the same time. When you have been smoking as long as me you learn all the tricks to get more than one thing done while smoking. I couldn't help but noticed one of the cops begins to stir. I quickly put my feet down causing me to become annoyed as I walk over and put an end to his ability to get up by pulling his gun off his holster and shooting him in the head. RELAX! It's still a comic after all you gun hating pussies. I walk back trying to get myself comfy once more
"THAT is what a villain does, this is what you do when you want the hero to come running to save the day. But yet here I sit alone smoking my cigarette talking into a mega phone for who? You? Who cares about you. I am talking about Payton at this moment. He wants to say he is going to get revenge on me for how I won my matches because it wasn't honorable. Bitch please. It isn't about who you win but just getting the win. You think most people who have power and money got that way by playing nice with each other. Win by any means necessary and clearly at this point. All I need to beat you is an eraser so I can simply eraser your little head off your shoulders in your own little world. I do what I want how I want, I know sounds like a broken record by now, but you people seem to not understand that I live by that motto not just spray it from my mouth like some sort of half cocked threat. I want NO ONE to take me lightly in this company. I want them to fear me, hate me and mostly respect me. As they all lay at my feet in udder defeat. And you Payton your no different. You bitch about the brass knuckles and throwing people around into stairs and ring posts. What do you think I am going to do to you? I want to put you through the announce table. That would be a new one wouldn't it. Maybe the Spanish announce table give them something to scream about besides goals in soccer. You called me a thief like it's a bad thing. You damn right I am and I am going to keep "stealing" wins as long as I can perhaps maybe even a title or ALL of them."
I puff the cigarette one more allowing a small cloud of smoke to come out of my mouth. I looks around the cop car for a moment my damn A.D.D kicking in once more. I reach into the glove box finding a pair of handcuffs I smile wide seeing them. Sure I could get them off the cop I shot but then I couldn't make you read more now could I? I step from the car and walk around grabbing the second cop dragging is life-less body toward the car and handcuffing him to the door handle. I step back looking at him through my picture frame made with my hands as if setting him up for something.
"Just like your hero will be in our match, he is helpless and no one can help him not even himself but yet he is going to do his best to get himself feel and stop me from doing what ever it is I want to do to him He might beg me, offer me money or a free pass to the next round but yet I am going to laugh in his face maybe even spit. I tend to do that a lot. What better way to fucking piss someone off than by spitting at them. Oh you like to play with sharpies and pens so much, maybe I should make you bleed with one, or maybe jam them deep into your ears? You call me a cur like I don't know what it is, How about I show you how much of a cur I can be?"
I stop speaking and begin to run full speed at the cop and jump placing my knee right into the side of his head causing it to well explode why the fuck not. I mean it's a comic so stop getting all butt hurt. I step back looking at the headless cop body as I begin to laugh out loud. Pulling my phone taking a picture with some shitty intagram filter maybe I should take a selfie? I walk closer to the "camera" and look dead at you...YES YOU!
"Welcome to your own personal hell Payton, you see I play my game and it got me no where hell you didn't even act as if I said a damn thing in the first place. So now I am doing it your way, maybe just maybe I can get you to pull out your best game and then still beat the dog shit out of you. Calling me a cur is a good way to piss me off, a good way to make me hurt you or "cheat" I have said it once I was going to hurt someone and I did it. So take my words very serious here Payton I am going to make you cry like the child you are. I am going to make your mother regret having you as you lie in a pool of your own blood. You career is an abortion just like your mother should have you when she found out she was having you. Please quote who ever you want and allow yourself to feel it's going to make a damn bit of difference. Your god or what you believe in isn't going to help you, isn't going to be around to save your soul. Hero to all, you say hero to all you want them to believe when you don't think that yourself. Time to wake up Payton and take your ass whipping like a man you need to be!"
Suddenly I am sitting there looking at a camera with a comic book in my hand, I close it and look dead at the camera with a serious look on my face. I slightly close my eye to focus it on the camera its self.
"It all sounds stupid doesn't it. This little story is all a bunch of bullshit and I am glad you enjoyed it but guess what Payton, time to put up or shut up. For you it's more about shutting up. Your life isn't a comic book and your no hero your just a kid who had too much time on his hand and no father figure to help you see how bad the real life can be. Well guess who is home Payton. Daddy!"
I throw the comic book at the camera causing it to be knocked down, it looks static for a moment before it finally goes all black. You can hear my feet shuffle around for a moment before the audio goes out its self. The camera was dead as was this promo |
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