Post by Werwulf on Mar 21, 2010 11:50:18 GMT -5
*The camera fades in on Manticore, the OCW World Title on his right shoulder and the OCW Tag Team Title on his left. He has a humbled, if not slightly smug, look upon his face. He clears his throat and addresses the camera.*
Manticore: I'd like to take this time to address the comments made by one Douchebag Douglas. Exploiting weaknesses are exactly how the Puppets operate, and indeed, I should have manned up. You are right on both accounts.
*He bows his head slightly before raising it back up, a smile plastered across his face.*
Manticore: However, I think you fail to realize how the loss of a body part, no matter how small or insignificant, can impact a person. *he raises his hand, wiggling the once gone digit.* Or, for that matter, how it is to see one put back, as if magically, no scar, no difference in texture or mobility...it kinda FUCKS with the mind, ya know?
*The smile suddenly fades.*
Manticore: Oh, no, you wouldn't. You wouldn't know because your whole existence in OCW, hell, your 'legacy' in this business is one of mediocrity and lackluster personality. You know nothing about actually dedicating yourself to what you do, truly putting your mind and body on the line. No, James 'Douchebag' Douglas only knows how to sit around and make a name for himself off others, and then bail like a cunt when ever he can't hack it or gets bored. So fuck you right off.
And let us not forget your obvious lack of intelligence as you apparently don't seem to know the difference between a figure four and a sharpshooter. Which just hammers down the fact you either have no true wrestling skill and knowledge or you just flat out are THAT stupid. And then there's the whole 'I don't see your name chiseled in the plaques of OCW's Greatest' line. Hey dumb ass, just take a look down the hallowed halls of OCW and take the time to read. I'm tied for 3rd Greatest US Champion, I'm the 2008 Luck of the Draw Winner, and along with the Kings, I stood as Co-Winner of Gang Warfare, so next time you open that shit hole you call a mouth, try to get your facts straight.
But ya know, you were also right on one other thing, I did claim to be better then you in every way, and the truth is....I am. Just because you can claim victory over me does not make you the Megastar you think you are.
But I'm here to say let's put up or shut up and see just who speaks the truth. At the upcoming PPV, I'm challenging you, X-Violence strap versus my World title, in an all or nothing blood bath of fiery rage. If you have the balls to accept, I challenge you to what I can simply call the Deadman's Match.
A 25 minute ironman, falls count anywhere match, but that's not all. The fun comes in with it being X-Violence rules, barbed wire ropes, and the ringside will be predominately C-4 and Light Tube Log Cabins. And to make sure we are really serious, at the 10 minute mark, random explosions will begin to go off.
*Core stares into the camera as if he's looking through it, right at Teabag.*
Manticore: I'm ready to go all or nothing, as always, ready to put my entire being on the line...are you?
If your past is any indication, I already have my answer. So tuck your tail and run Douchebag, you don't to want to play with Pansy-Core, cause one way or the other, I will fuck your ass up...
*Core turns and starts to walk off, then hesitates and comes back.*
Manticore: And even though you are one ugly, old, troll looking mother fucker, you piss me off enough...and that will be LITERALLY speaking.
*He glares into the camera, a malicious sneer across his face as he grabs his junk, giving it a good grope, before laughing and walking off to await Teabag's response.*
Manticore: I'd like to take this time to address the comments made by one Douchebag Douglas. Exploiting weaknesses are exactly how the Puppets operate, and indeed, I should have manned up. You are right on both accounts.
*He bows his head slightly before raising it back up, a smile plastered across his face.*
Manticore: However, I think you fail to realize how the loss of a body part, no matter how small or insignificant, can impact a person. *he raises his hand, wiggling the once gone digit.* Or, for that matter, how it is to see one put back, as if magically, no scar, no difference in texture or mobility...it kinda FUCKS with the mind, ya know?
*The smile suddenly fades.*
Manticore: Oh, no, you wouldn't. You wouldn't know because your whole existence in OCW, hell, your 'legacy' in this business is one of mediocrity and lackluster personality. You know nothing about actually dedicating yourself to what you do, truly putting your mind and body on the line. No, James 'Douchebag' Douglas only knows how to sit around and make a name for himself off others, and then bail like a cunt when ever he can't hack it or gets bored. So fuck you right off.
And let us not forget your obvious lack of intelligence as you apparently don't seem to know the difference between a figure four and a sharpshooter. Which just hammers down the fact you either have no true wrestling skill and knowledge or you just flat out are THAT stupid. And then there's the whole 'I don't see your name chiseled in the plaques of OCW's Greatest' line. Hey dumb ass, just take a look down the hallowed halls of OCW and take the time to read. I'm tied for 3rd Greatest US Champion, I'm the 2008 Luck of the Draw Winner, and along with the Kings, I stood as Co-Winner of Gang Warfare, so next time you open that shit hole you call a mouth, try to get your facts straight.
But ya know, you were also right on one other thing, I did claim to be better then you in every way, and the truth is....I am. Just because you can claim victory over me does not make you the Megastar you think you are.
But I'm here to say let's put up or shut up and see just who speaks the truth. At the upcoming PPV, I'm challenging you, X-Violence strap versus my World title, in an all or nothing blood bath of fiery rage. If you have the balls to accept, I challenge you to what I can simply call the Deadman's Match.
A 25 minute ironman, falls count anywhere match, but that's not all. The fun comes in with it being X-Violence rules, barbed wire ropes, and the ringside will be predominately C-4 and Light Tube Log Cabins. And to make sure we are really serious, at the 10 minute mark, random explosions will begin to go off.
*Core stares into the camera as if he's looking through it, right at Teabag.*
Manticore: I'm ready to go all or nothing, as always, ready to put my entire being on the line...are you?
If your past is any indication, I already have my answer. So tuck your tail and run Douchebag, you don't to want to play with Pansy-Core, cause one way or the other, I will fuck your ass up...
*Core turns and starts to walk off, then hesitates and comes back.*
Manticore: And even though you are one ugly, old, troll looking mother fucker, you piss me off enough...and that will be LITERALLY speaking.
*He glares into the camera, a malicious sneer across his face as he grabs his junk, giving it a good grope, before laughing and walking off to await Teabag's response.*