Post by TFP on Jan 7, 2009 21:59:41 GMT -4
These days I’m living in the present tense are harkening back to the times when I was still experimenting with different wrestling styles and remaining fresh to the community of fans we have out there, watching us each and every single week. I would churn out all that I could and then some, I was honestly satisfied with what I put out each and every single week. I knew I wasn’t disappointing anybody, I knew I was keeping management afloat in the happy boat. So what was with the hate, the mocking and the humiliation I was receiving here and nowhere else? I don’t know, maybe them Southerners are a different breed. Actually it’s pretty likely, and I don’t mean that in the incest way, I mean their behaviour. Rude cockney remarks made about my mother who lives in the south, but in Canada. Our south is much cooler than yours geographically and socially. I just so happen to be from Canada’s south, so you pretty much know who still won’t be accepted with this crowd of lame folk.
There has never been a place I’ve been to in years that gave me that feeling of success or that thought of standing at the top of their mountain. It has never happened to me in FWA, it has never happened to me in APW. In both wrestling federations I wanted to be champion, but I never had that feeling or deep concentrated thought of standing above all else. However, like BWA, here in W2K I have that some feeling and I have the great thing of deep concentrated thought of standing above all else. I had it from the start and over the time I’ve been here, I don’t think I’ll be losing that feeling in a very long time. It is lame to take it for granted, if I want to succeed and be the main man of this wrestling federation, I’m sure as Hell going to go for it. It’s a great thing to have and I don’t want to lose it over something foolish, FWA had it locked away inside of me for so long. It’s time to make sense by destroying nonsense.
On the topic of success and the thought of standing above all else, Davidson walks down the alley of two buildings with a jemmy in hand. Going to the door in the back of one of those two brick buildings, he takes the wedge of the short steel crow-bar and places it at the bottom of a window, forcing it up by pushing pressure down. Raising it up, he crawls into the window and plops down on a dusty old sofa. He immediately goes to a light switch to his left and it lights up the whole room of the building. It’s spacious, every single sound echoes and silence multiplies at a rapid rate. The walls have been stripped from the inside of their copper wire value, perhaps by some thieves trying to make some good cash. Davidson walks out of the room and down a hallway, looking left and right. As he’s walking around quietly, he stops in his tracks and tries listening some.
“HOOOWHA!!!”
About twelve Chinese men dressed in orange clothing jump up from the staircase, soon transforming themselves in battle stance mode, blocking off entry to the basement. Davidson chuckles to himself and the Chinese men soon relieve themselves by realizing it was just their good old friend, Davidson. The two parties come together and greet one another, giving handshakes and pats on the back.
Davidson: “Got a little defensive there, huh, Juan Chow?”
Juan Chow: “Just a little bit, Davidson, sir.”
Davidson: “Please, call me Sir Extraordinaire.”
Juan Chow: “I apologize, Sir Extraordinaire. Would you like to come down to the basement and meet Null, Void and Tachi?”
Davidson: “Null and Void? Totally. Tell Tachi he can get our drinks, he’s not worth my time.”
Juan Chow: “At once, Sir Extraordinaire.”
All twelve Chinese men storm down the staircase with Davidson walking at moderate walking speed for an elderly person in between them. As they reach the bottom, Davidson glances over at a couch where Null, Void and Tachi sit playing Little Big Planet. A grin appears on Davidson’s face with him bursting out laughing.
Davidson: “Little Big Planet! I love that game!”
Going to the couch, Davidson grabs Tachi’s remote and throws him aside while Juan forces him to get drinks with the threat of a kendo stick. Davidson makes something super crazy that make the Chang Brothers laugh uncontrollably. He turns a penis into a rocket, blasts it at the end of the level into a wide explosive vagina. While tears are rolling down their faces in laughter, Davidson puts the game on pause and coughs out the last of his laughter.
Davidson: “Null and Void, long time no see!”
Null: “I count two and a half years.”
Void: “Something around that.”
Davidson: “Good to see ya, BWA was the last place where all three of us properly conversed and had fun, wasn’t it?”
Null: “Sounds about right.”
Void: “I agree, so what did you come here for?”
Davidson: “Well, first thing is first: I came here for Juan Chow’s delicious Chinese food, I’m not going to lie about that. I mean, who could REFUSE to eat his food? He’s great at it! C’mon now!”
Juan Chow: “Hahahaha, please, Sir Extraordinaire, you’re too much! Stop it! Hahahaha!”
Davidson: “Not at all, it’s honesty from the heart! And then second of all, I came here to get you guys back in the wrestling ring. It’s been far too long, guys, you’re really something when it comes to wrestling. I want you both teaming up, I want you both on my side. We’ve done a lot together, more than what people believe. On camera, yeah sure, we might have done nothing. Backstage, totally, we met at the buffet stands more than a couple times and had fun with eating contests. So what do you say? For old time’s sake?”
Juan Chow: “Sir Extraordinaire?”
Davidson: “What is it?”
Juan Chow: “They’re so out of shape, they can’t do it!”
Davidson: “Then work up an old Chinese Remedy that will cure them back in shape.”
Juan Chow: “That’s not even possible, sir!”
Davidson: “What did I just say?”
Juan Chow: “I’m sorry. At once, Sir Extraordinaire.”
The two Chang Brothers have their game on pause, still, clutching the controller and rolling their thumbs around on the analog sticks. They even flick around the Rs and Ls, then Void sits back and lets out a huge sigh. Null follows suit but instead lets out a huge fart.
Null: “Now that’s what I’m talking about!”
Void: “Are you sure you want to do it, Null? I mean, I’m all for it but if you’re not then I’m not going to fucking do it. It’s a two man job, we’ve always been about tagging with one another. Can we go again after a two and a half year absence? Is it humanly possible? For us?”
Null: “I’m not sure; I’m interested in doing it again. I’m not saying I’m against it or to never say never, but right now? I think we need a lot to do. Look at ourselves, Void, we’ve really lost it. The days of being in shape are gone... they’re in the past now.”
Davidson: “Exactly, but the best part is correcting yourselves and reinventing who you want to be. I’m in a stage of purifying myself and being at the top again. I’m the definition of extraordinary, I’m alive again. Don’t miss out on this chance while you still got it!”
Juan Chow returns with a syringe and a medicinal bottle. He pops the syringe in the bottle, takes it out and jabs it in Null’s arm and enters the fluids intravenously.
Null: “Hey man, what the Hell?!”
Void: “What happened?”
Jab! Another one done, but this time to Void.
Void: “Argh! You fool!”
Null and Void look at one another and the fat from their body starts to deplete, however the muscle increases in size and they’re all of a sudden back in 2005 and 2006 shape. Void goes to throw a roundhouse dropkick to Null’s head, but he ducks it and then he hits Tachi Shamiro with a tray of drinks in the face, sending him a plethora miles away into a brick wall.
Davidson: “I guess you really have no other choice, huh?”
There has never been a place I’ve been to in years that gave me that feeling of success or that thought of standing at the top of their mountain. It has never happened to me in FWA, it has never happened to me in APW. In both wrestling federations I wanted to be champion, but I never had that feeling or deep concentrated thought of standing above all else. However, like BWA, here in W2K I have that some feeling and I have the great thing of deep concentrated thought of standing above all else. I had it from the start and over the time I’ve been here, I don’t think I’ll be losing that feeling in a very long time. It is lame to take it for granted, if I want to succeed and be the main man of this wrestling federation, I’m sure as Hell going to go for it. It’s a great thing to have and I don’t want to lose it over something foolish, FWA had it locked away inside of me for so long. It’s time to make sense by destroying nonsense.
On the topic of success and the thought of standing above all else, Davidson walks down the alley of two buildings with a jemmy in hand. Going to the door in the back of one of those two brick buildings, he takes the wedge of the short steel crow-bar and places it at the bottom of a window, forcing it up by pushing pressure down. Raising it up, he crawls into the window and plops down on a dusty old sofa. He immediately goes to a light switch to his left and it lights up the whole room of the building. It’s spacious, every single sound echoes and silence multiplies at a rapid rate. The walls have been stripped from the inside of their copper wire value, perhaps by some thieves trying to make some good cash. Davidson walks out of the room and down a hallway, looking left and right. As he’s walking around quietly, he stops in his tracks and tries listening some.
“HOOOWHA!!!”
About twelve Chinese men dressed in orange clothing jump up from the staircase, soon transforming themselves in battle stance mode, blocking off entry to the basement. Davidson chuckles to himself and the Chinese men soon relieve themselves by realizing it was just their good old friend, Davidson. The two parties come together and greet one another, giving handshakes and pats on the back.
Davidson: “Got a little defensive there, huh, Juan Chow?”
Juan Chow: “Just a little bit, Davidson, sir.”
Davidson: “Please, call me Sir Extraordinaire.”
Juan Chow: “I apologize, Sir Extraordinaire. Would you like to come down to the basement and meet Null, Void and Tachi?”
Davidson: “Null and Void? Totally. Tell Tachi he can get our drinks, he’s not worth my time.”
Juan Chow: “At once, Sir Extraordinaire.”
All twelve Chinese men storm down the staircase with Davidson walking at moderate walking speed for an elderly person in between them. As they reach the bottom, Davidson glances over at a couch where Null, Void and Tachi sit playing Little Big Planet. A grin appears on Davidson’s face with him bursting out laughing.
Davidson: “Little Big Planet! I love that game!”
Going to the couch, Davidson grabs Tachi’s remote and throws him aside while Juan forces him to get drinks with the threat of a kendo stick. Davidson makes something super crazy that make the Chang Brothers laugh uncontrollably. He turns a penis into a rocket, blasts it at the end of the level into a wide explosive vagina. While tears are rolling down their faces in laughter, Davidson puts the game on pause and coughs out the last of his laughter.
Davidson: “Null and Void, long time no see!”
Null: “I count two and a half years.”
Void: “Something around that.”
Davidson: “Good to see ya, BWA was the last place where all three of us properly conversed and had fun, wasn’t it?”
Null: “Sounds about right.”
Void: “I agree, so what did you come here for?”
Davidson: “Well, first thing is first: I came here for Juan Chow’s delicious Chinese food, I’m not going to lie about that. I mean, who could REFUSE to eat his food? He’s great at it! C’mon now!”
Juan Chow: “Hahahaha, please, Sir Extraordinaire, you’re too much! Stop it! Hahahaha!”
Davidson: “Not at all, it’s honesty from the heart! And then second of all, I came here to get you guys back in the wrestling ring. It’s been far too long, guys, you’re really something when it comes to wrestling. I want you both teaming up, I want you both on my side. We’ve done a lot together, more than what people believe. On camera, yeah sure, we might have done nothing. Backstage, totally, we met at the buffet stands more than a couple times and had fun with eating contests. So what do you say? For old time’s sake?”
Juan Chow: “Sir Extraordinaire?”
Davidson: “What is it?”
Juan Chow: “They’re so out of shape, they can’t do it!”
Davidson: “Then work up an old Chinese Remedy that will cure them back in shape.”
Juan Chow: “That’s not even possible, sir!”
Davidson: “What did I just say?”
Juan Chow: “I’m sorry. At once, Sir Extraordinaire.”
The two Chang Brothers have their game on pause, still, clutching the controller and rolling their thumbs around on the analog sticks. They even flick around the Rs and Ls, then Void sits back and lets out a huge sigh. Null follows suit but instead lets out a huge fart.
Null: “Now that’s what I’m talking about!”
Void: “Are you sure you want to do it, Null? I mean, I’m all for it but if you’re not then I’m not going to fucking do it. It’s a two man job, we’ve always been about tagging with one another. Can we go again after a two and a half year absence? Is it humanly possible? For us?”
Null: “I’m not sure; I’m interested in doing it again. I’m not saying I’m against it or to never say never, but right now? I think we need a lot to do. Look at ourselves, Void, we’ve really lost it. The days of being in shape are gone... they’re in the past now.”
Davidson: “Exactly, but the best part is correcting yourselves and reinventing who you want to be. I’m in a stage of purifying myself and being at the top again. I’m the definition of extraordinary, I’m alive again. Don’t miss out on this chance while you still got it!”
Juan Chow returns with a syringe and a medicinal bottle. He pops the syringe in the bottle, takes it out and jabs it in Null’s arm and enters the fluids intravenously.
Null: “Hey man, what the Hell?!”
Void: “What happened?”
Jab! Another one done, but this time to Void.
Void: “Argh! You fool!”
Null and Void look at one another and the fat from their body starts to deplete, however the muscle increases in size and they’re all of a sudden back in 2005 and 2006 shape. Void goes to throw a roundhouse dropkick to Null’s head, but he ducks it and then he hits Tachi Shamiro with a tray of drinks in the face, sending him a plethora miles away into a brick wall.
Davidson: “I guess you really have no other choice, huh?”