Post by Jake Titan on May 18, 2013 20:44:02 GMT -4
Live at the Virgin Mobile Mod Club, Breaking Benjamin is doing a small reunion… or more accurately a small retraining tour for Benjamin Burley and three other young musicians that are being put to a test. Jake Titan is standing security behind the stage as the band performs “Polyamorous”.
Although he’s taking the job seriously, every little bit helps when you owe one hundred and eighty thousand dollars’ worth of rent to your land lord; Jake has not only been distracted by recent events at Action Packed Wrestling but also his girlfriend whom he allowed backstage. Lacey is partying a little with various groupies and crewmen, playing up her “not stolen” backstage pass while Jake tossed away every person who tried getting past him, including ones who actually did have backstage passes. Pushy fans wanted in, but as Jake was taking the job seriously he couldn’t allow anyone in. Or anyone not cool enough.
Keeping an ever alert eye, Jake noticed a group of uncool kids approach him. A small group of teenage boys who looked like they left the Anime Club showed Jake their passes, even though the passes were real, it didn’t matter to Jake. He smirked at them. “Fakes passes get lost.”
“WHAT?!” They shouted, one of them took a step forward. “I just got the pass, how is it fake?!”
“It’s fake, move aside.” Jake said and pushed them to one side of the wall. A second group of teenagers walked up, and although they clearly had fake passes they were all girls.
“Okay, let them pass.” said Jake; the two security guards behind him let the group of girls in the back. Outraged and shocked, the boys started to yell and complain.
“Those passes were fake! We got Official Breaking Benjamin Fan Club passes!” One shouted.
Undeterred, Jake just pushed them aside and started to escort them out. “Along with you and about two hundred other people, if I let one person with a good looking fake in that claimed they were a part of the Official Breaking Benjamin Fan Club, by law I’d have to call a Fire Marshall to close us down for having too many people in a confined area. I’m sure you understand.”
The boys are pushed to a far corner of the room and Jake turned to walk back. “Not really… it’s because they’re girls aren’t they?”
“Yes, come back with boobs or a pair of boobs per guys and I think I can find room.” The first thing that came to mind, Jake said it and blew off the boys. Just as Jake got back to his post, the band began to start up another song.
“Thanks for letting me come, Jake.” Lacey shouted over the band.
“No problem, I guess.”
“Wow two sentences that weren’t spoken ghetto, are you feeling okay sweetie?”
“Yeah I’m fine; I just don’t feel like speaking like that all the time. I think those Canadian boys wouldn’t have understood me if I spoke like I normally do.”
Happy with Jake’s sudden change, Lacey smiled and winked at him. “Don’t overdo it, people might not recognize you if you act so formal.”
A group of smaller children and their older siblings walked up to Jakes. A older teenage boy walked up to Jake. “I don’t have my pass, I accidentally lost it but I’m sure my name is on the Exclusive List.”
Knowing of this list, Jake reached over for a tablet that was stored with all the exclusive names. A list of people who didn’t need passes to get in. “What’s your name kid?”
“It should be under Pelletier.” He smiled, confidant that Jake would let them in.
Using the built in search, Jake couldn’t find it. “Sorry, I don’t see any Pelletier.”
The teenage reached over and pointed at the screen. But Jake noticed what the guy was really trying to do; he noticed at least three brand new one hundred dollar bills in his hand. “It’s probably spelled wrong, P-E-L-L-E-T-I-E-R.”
Taking the bribe, Jake paged up and found nothing. “Here it is, someone spelled it wrong.” He offered to shake his hand as an apology. “I’m sorry about that sir, you and your three guests can come on in.”
“Accidents happen, just don’t let it happen again.” They shook hands and Jake took the cash.
“It won’t.” It seemed no one noticed Jake took the bribe, he slowly reached for his pocket and put it the cash away. On the other hand, Lacey did notice the bribe.
“I saw that, don’t worry honey. I’m not going to tell anyone what you did.” Busted? I don’t think so thought Jake Titan.
“You do realize I can also kick you out? I’m sure everyone will take my side first. So yeah… get off my ass.” Jake turned back to people who wanted back stage. However the song changed and the fans got restless and craved more. A feeling anyone who was a rock star knew what to do. It was time to calm them down but that time wasn’t now.
“Hey… I like this song.” Jake said realizing it’s the song “Breath”, Lacey turned to him and agreed with him about the song.
Although Jake was starting to finally enjoy himself and the show, it was clear he wasn’t in a good mood. Despite doing what he loved to do: Which is ejecting people, seeing boobs and taking bribes, there was something on Jake’s mind and it clearly was pissing him off to the point that it was interfering with his ability to do the job.
“Jake, what’s wrong with you? I can tell when something is on your mind and it couldn’t be more obvious than it is right now. Why don’t you get it off your chest?”
“You’ll sit there and wait until the show has ended before I say anything about what’s on my mind.” Then Jake turned to see a group of drunken bikers push their way in.
Taking the offensive, Jake and his guards got ready to stop them. “Whoa, what’s the problem here guys?”
“Hey let us through, we’re a part of the band.” Their leader said to a shocked crowd. Everyone including Jake and Lacey’s jaws were hanging open. NO ONE believed that story.
Knowing that he had to remain profession, Jake had to remain calm. “You’re a part of the band? Well you’re an hour late, the show is wrapping up, you assholes are drunk, no one here believes you, you suck at life and you’re going to Hell. Get the Hell out of here.”
“What the fuck you say, ni-“
Another song started after a short pause.
‘What a great fighting song.’ Thought The Original Gangsta as Jake’s fist interrupted the burly racist biker. Seeing their friend get attacked, the man’s buddies got angry and sure enough a small fight broke out between the five bikers and seven security guards and Jake Titan. Fearing for their safety, a number of them backed up and away. Beer and garbage is thrown around, several people able to score a free drink while others were covered in said free drinks. But as for Jake, he grabbed the leader who insulted him and began to furiously punch away at his face. The first strike blackened an eye, the second strike busted his lip partially but the third knocked the drunken biker out. Before they could lose control of the crowd, the onsite police arrived and began to break up the brawl. After a few statements, the officers arrest the bikers and leave.
Despite having a fight and his thirst for violence sated for the time being, there was still a chip on Jake’s block and it bothered his girlfriend. Lacey stood up and rubbed his shoulders, her grip was firm which is how Jake liked it. “I know you’re pissed off, are you going to get this off your chest or are you just going to bottle it up because you’re too much of a man to get it off your chest?”
It was hard to deny Lacey. The APW’s Original Gangsta had just leveled the leader of a biker gang and yet he was still pissed off over recent events at Action Packed Wrestling. “Okay, I’ll tell if it’ll get mother fucking hen off of my damn back.” Jake leaned against a wall and started to slack now that everything was back under his and his fellow security guards control.
Just as the crowd began to calm down, Benjamin announced the last song for the show. He graciously thanked them for coming and started a song that was Jake’s current mood with Tommy Knoxville and Niobe Martin.
“Let me put it this way. There is a well-known myth that’s actually a truth in this business. It is believed that if you’re sexing or blowing the right people, you’ll not only get booked but you’ll find you’re higher up in the card. Well that’s true and there’s no further proof of that with Sienna what’s-her-face. In my years of wrestling, I’ve never met anyone in a management position that doesn’t deserve her position more than we got with Sienna. First off, we got fucking Iron Nightmare getting up my and Leon Robert’s matches, when we decide to take the matters in our own hands and get shit done, Sienna finally gave in and put us in an Inferno Match. But what happened? The moment we left the room, she backed the fuck down and got afraid that I’d melt Niobe’s hair to face, which WAS my plan, and instead made our fuckin’ match a god damn regular ass Tornado Tag match so their fucking friends in Foul Play can win the match for them. Ain’t that about a bitch? Not one mother fucker here in APW has a spine that’s not named Jake Titan or Leon Roberts.
“First off we got those assholes known as Foul Play. Jason Kash, Reaver and Michael Lively, another one of the many packs of pussies that are running around Action Packed Wrestling putting their damn noses where it doesn’t fucking belong! In my business! I don’t know shit about you because I don’t give a shit about any of you. BUT I had to learn about them in order to address them. Michael Lively who should be fightin’ with his bros but his ass is always on his own. But he has this God complex; I know you need to be bat shit crazy to have people follow you. I mean the crazier the person; the more people will want to follow them. Just look at Dr. King and Gandhi, those guys were considered crazy but they achieved greatness in their lives. Michael lively, you will NEVER achieve that greatness no matter what you do. We have Reaver or should I call him Johnny Knuckles… what a shitty last name. Unless you’re a porn star in fisting videos, I’m not saying I watch those… a lot. But your ass got beat by your team mate and now you need to leech onto him to know what it’s like to be a winner and you changed your embarrassed your ass cannot cash the checks it writes. I talk big ass game but I always cash those checks in the end. Don’t think I forgot about you Jason Kash, or should I call you Leon Roberts version two? You USE to be the best man, what happened? You’ve fallen so hard and for so long that you’re now irrelevant and have decided to retire to being Michael Lively’s bitch. I hope you enjoy that.
“Now back to business, week after week, the Natural Born Killaz has been doing what we said we’d be doing: Kicking ass, stealing the show, stealing your women and stealing your life since we first entered. But all of a sudden this pair of douchebags, who’ve been fucking fighting for almost two solid months, Tommy Knoxville and Niobe Martin, I mean NightmareVille wait… scratch that, Iron Nightmare comes along and has to fuck everything up. First with their pansy asses putting their fucking noses where it just don’t damn well belong, that’s in my fucking matches. I ain’t complaining that we cannot win; I ain’t complaining that the odds are stacked against us. I’m just damn straight angry that Tommy Knoxville has the spine to interfere in our matches, namely mine, every single week this month and cost me wins that should have been fucking mine. And don’t even START me on the one who wears the pants.
Suddenly the band stops playing and the stage cleared out. The fans start chanting “Encore”. Unable to ignore their fans, a light show began to play with electronic ambient music.
“His bitch Niobe is clearly the man. But now that I mention it, considering that they’re both bitches, I do know one thing for fact now. Because both of them play the woman, I know they have to use a double headed dildo to get each other off. Know what I mean? The two of them on their knees, doing ass-to-ass like in Requiem For A Dream, the one where Jennifer Connelly did ass-to-ass with a random woman, you know the one where Jared Leto had to get his arm amputated because of his addiction. Sorry, I got off track. Look, there’s no way either of them is a man. We know this and it is screamingly obvious that because Tommy cannot fight one on one that he doesn’t have a dick or balls. Meanwhile we got this stupid cunt, Niobe, thinking she has earned the right to be in the ring and inflate her blow up doll, has helped to get Tommy the wins in his recent matches, especially in my matches! All because he’s a chicken shit pussy that has nothing manly about him and needs someone else to win his matches. I kicked his ass in our last match, the entire fucking time. How does that match finish? Niobe got her fucking face in where it don’t belong! A fucking win because he cannot win with his own power! THEN Foul Play decided they wanted to attack the biggest dogs in the yard, but I’ll get on those fucking cock suckers later.
“Niobe, you do NOT belong in the ring with men. You’re just a pair of tits that’ll eventually end up in on the cover of Hustler Magazine and in the following pages you’ll be covered in at least ten other guys cum because deep down inside you are JUST like Sienna. You’re a dirty, dirty whore who likes getting fucked because mommy and daddy didn’t love you enough when you were a child. It’s only a matter of time before you realize this. Sucks that I already noticed this but being a loving and gracious man I am, I’m giving you heads up now. Once Tommy has found a tighter pussy and ass to put his dick in, that’s also much younger than you, he’s going to beat you like the whore you are and toss you aside. You’re going to get so despaired about this and quit, leaving a mark of nothing in the histories of Action Packed Wrestling. Get over yourself, you’re just a pretty face and no one is going to miss you.
“As for you Tommy, you’re not a fucking man and I don’t see you ever becoming one. As long as you keep a bitch coming with you to ring side and helping you win at every fucking turn, you’re not a fucking man. You and her only got spared from an Inferno Match because there’s too many people who think third degree burns on you face will ruin your career. With my scarred up face, I know I ain’t know handsome man. But you know what, even without this being a fucking Inferno Match, I’m stilling going to bust your God damn head open like a walnut and you’re going to bleed like a stuffed pig. I’ve done time before; you think I’m going to give a shit if I get arrested again? No, I really don’t. I’ve done some fucked up things in my youth and I’ve done some messed up things in my life, not all of them I’m proud of. I’ve paid my dues and now you’re going to have to pay your dues to me. You want to screw around with me and Leon, that’s cool but you’re biting off way too much her, you punk ass bitch.
“I might talk a lot of shit, but I’ve have always only lost because of some bullshit that was beyond my control. I ain’t going to be stupid enough to let your little piece of ass wrap me up again and I’m going to keep my eyes open to make sure one you pussies don’t cost Leon or myself a win and I’ll make double sure that your friends at Foul Play keep the fuck out too. I ain’t worried, because me and Leon have never been more focused on beating the fuck out of Iron Nightmare than ever before in our APW career’s. We’re going to beat the fuck out of you this time around, we’re leaving Mayhem victorious. Tommy Knox, you’re racist ass is just going to end up a forgotten note in history and your only claim to fame will be you getting mistaken as Johnny Knoxville, the same man who got kicked in the nuts by third graders and later shot by a Riot Suppression Mine. You’ll be remembered as a pussy coward who had management rescue you.
“Niobe, you ain’t shit. You’re not going to amount to shit. You’re just going to end up a foot note in my epic ass. We’ll be seeing you get gangbanged by thirty brotha’s in “Cum In Her Ass Thirty” soon enough, so get your holes ready. Because at Mayhem, Natural Born Killaz and Iron Nightmare are writing the last chapter in this Theatre of Grand Guignol, and you two are play the tragic heroes!”
Although he’s taking the job seriously, every little bit helps when you owe one hundred and eighty thousand dollars’ worth of rent to your land lord; Jake has not only been distracted by recent events at Action Packed Wrestling but also his girlfriend whom he allowed backstage. Lacey is partying a little with various groupies and crewmen, playing up her “not stolen” backstage pass while Jake tossed away every person who tried getting past him, including ones who actually did have backstage passes. Pushy fans wanted in, but as Jake was taking the job seriously he couldn’t allow anyone in. Or anyone not cool enough.
Keeping an ever alert eye, Jake noticed a group of uncool kids approach him. A small group of teenage boys who looked like they left the Anime Club showed Jake their passes, even though the passes were real, it didn’t matter to Jake. He smirked at them. “Fakes passes get lost.”
“WHAT?!” They shouted, one of them took a step forward. “I just got the pass, how is it fake?!”
“It’s fake, move aside.” Jake said and pushed them to one side of the wall. A second group of teenagers walked up, and although they clearly had fake passes they were all girls.
“Okay, let them pass.” said Jake; the two security guards behind him let the group of girls in the back. Outraged and shocked, the boys started to yell and complain.
“Those passes were fake! We got Official Breaking Benjamin Fan Club passes!” One shouted.
Undeterred, Jake just pushed them aside and started to escort them out. “Along with you and about two hundred other people, if I let one person with a good looking fake in that claimed they were a part of the Official Breaking Benjamin Fan Club, by law I’d have to call a Fire Marshall to close us down for having too many people in a confined area. I’m sure you understand.”
The boys are pushed to a far corner of the room and Jake turned to walk back. “Not really… it’s because they’re girls aren’t they?”
“Yes, come back with boobs or a pair of boobs per guys and I think I can find room.” The first thing that came to mind, Jake said it and blew off the boys. Just as Jake got back to his post, the band began to start up another song.
“Thanks for letting me come, Jake.” Lacey shouted over the band.
“No problem, I guess.”
“Wow two sentences that weren’t spoken ghetto, are you feeling okay sweetie?”
“Yeah I’m fine; I just don’t feel like speaking like that all the time. I think those Canadian boys wouldn’t have understood me if I spoke like I normally do.”
Happy with Jake’s sudden change, Lacey smiled and winked at him. “Don’t overdo it, people might not recognize you if you act so formal.”
A group of smaller children and their older siblings walked up to Jakes. A older teenage boy walked up to Jake. “I don’t have my pass, I accidentally lost it but I’m sure my name is on the Exclusive List.”
Knowing of this list, Jake reached over for a tablet that was stored with all the exclusive names. A list of people who didn’t need passes to get in. “What’s your name kid?”
“It should be under Pelletier.” He smiled, confidant that Jake would let them in.
Using the built in search, Jake couldn’t find it. “Sorry, I don’t see any Pelletier.”
The teenage reached over and pointed at the screen. But Jake noticed what the guy was really trying to do; he noticed at least three brand new one hundred dollar bills in his hand. “It’s probably spelled wrong, P-E-L-L-E-T-I-E-R.”
Taking the bribe, Jake paged up and found nothing. “Here it is, someone spelled it wrong.” He offered to shake his hand as an apology. “I’m sorry about that sir, you and your three guests can come on in.”
“Accidents happen, just don’t let it happen again.” They shook hands and Jake took the cash.
“It won’t.” It seemed no one noticed Jake took the bribe, he slowly reached for his pocket and put it the cash away. On the other hand, Lacey did notice the bribe.
“I saw that, don’t worry honey. I’m not going to tell anyone what you did.” Busted? I don’t think so thought Jake Titan.
“You do realize I can also kick you out? I’m sure everyone will take my side first. So yeah… get off my ass.” Jake turned back to people who wanted back stage. However the song changed and the fans got restless and craved more. A feeling anyone who was a rock star knew what to do. It was time to calm them down but that time wasn’t now.
“Hey… I like this song.” Jake said realizing it’s the song “Breath”, Lacey turned to him and agreed with him about the song.
Although Jake was starting to finally enjoy himself and the show, it was clear he wasn’t in a good mood. Despite doing what he loved to do: Which is ejecting people, seeing boobs and taking bribes, there was something on Jake’s mind and it clearly was pissing him off to the point that it was interfering with his ability to do the job.
“Jake, what’s wrong with you? I can tell when something is on your mind and it couldn’t be more obvious than it is right now. Why don’t you get it off your chest?”
“You’ll sit there and wait until the show has ended before I say anything about what’s on my mind.” Then Jake turned to see a group of drunken bikers push their way in.
Taking the offensive, Jake and his guards got ready to stop them. “Whoa, what’s the problem here guys?”
“Hey let us through, we’re a part of the band.” Their leader said to a shocked crowd. Everyone including Jake and Lacey’s jaws were hanging open. NO ONE believed that story.
Knowing that he had to remain profession, Jake had to remain calm. “You’re a part of the band? Well you’re an hour late, the show is wrapping up, you assholes are drunk, no one here believes you, you suck at life and you’re going to Hell. Get the Hell out of here.”
“What the fuck you say, ni-“
Another song started after a short pause.
‘What a great fighting song.’ Thought The Original Gangsta as Jake’s fist interrupted the burly racist biker. Seeing their friend get attacked, the man’s buddies got angry and sure enough a small fight broke out between the five bikers and seven security guards and Jake Titan. Fearing for their safety, a number of them backed up and away. Beer and garbage is thrown around, several people able to score a free drink while others were covered in said free drinks. But as for Jake, he grabbed the leader who insulted him and began to furiously punch away at his face. The first strike blackened an eye, the second strike busted his lip partially but the third knocked the drunken biker out. Before they could lose control of the crowd, the onsite police arrived and began to break up the brawl. After a few statements, the officers arrest the bikers and leave.
Despite having a fight and his thirst for violence sated for the time being, there was still a chip on Jake’s block and it bothered his girlfriend. Lacey stood up and rubbed his shoulders, her grip was firm which is how Jake liked it. “I know you’re pissed off, are you going to get this off your chest or are you just going to bottle it up because you’re too much of a man to get it off your chest?”
It was hard to deny Lacey. The APW’s Original Gangsta had just leveled the leader of a biker gang and yet he was still pissed off over recent events at Action Packed Wrestling. “Okay, I’ll tell if it’ll get mother fucking hen off of my damn back.” Jake leaned against a wall and started to slack now that everything was back under his and his fellow security guards control.
Just as the crowd began to calm down, Benjamin announced the last song for the show. He graciously thanked them for coming and started a song that was Jake’s current mood with Tommy Knoxville and Niobe Martin.
“Let me put it this way. There is a well-known myth that’s actually a truth in this business. It is believed that if you’re sexing or blowing the right people, you’ll not only get booked but you’ll find you’re higher up in the card. Well that’s true and there’s no further proof of that with Sienna what’s-her-face. In my years of wrestling, I’ve never met anyone in a management position that doesn’t deserve her position more than we got with Sienna. First off, we got fucking Iron Nightmare getting up my and Leon Robert’s matches, when we decide to take the matters in our own hands and get shit done, Sienna finally gave in and put us in an Inferno Match. But what happened? The moment we left the room, she backed the fuck down and got afraid that I’d melt Niobe’s hair to face, which WAS my plan, and instead made our fuckin’ match a god damn regular ass Tornado Tag match so their fucking friends in Foul Play can win the match for them. Ain’t that about a bitch? Not one mother fucker here in APW has a spine that’s not named Jake Titan or Leon Roberts.
“First off we got those assholes known as Foul Play. Jason Kash, Reaver and Michael Lively, another one of the many packs of pussies that are running around Action Packed Wrestling putting their damn noses where it doesn’t fucking belong! In my business! I don’t know shit about you because I don’t give a shit about any of you. BUT I had to learn about them in order to address them. Michael Lively who should be fightin’ with his bros but his ass is always on his own. But he has this God complex; I know you need to be bat shit crazy to have people follow you. I mean the crazier the person; the more people will want to follow them. Just look at Dr. King and Gandhi, those guys were considered crazy but they achieved greatness in their lives. Michael lively, you will NEVER achieve that greatness no matter what you do. We have Reaver or should I call him Johnny Knuckles… what a shitty last name. Unless you’re a porn star in fisting videos, I’m not saying I watch those… a lot. But your ass got beat by your team mate and now you need to leech onto him to know what it’s like to be a winner and you changed your embarrassed your ass cannot cash the checks it writes. I talk big ass game but I always cash those checks in the end. Don’t think I forgot about you Jason Kash, or should I call you Leon Roberts version two? You USE to be the best man, what happened? You’ve fallen so hard and for so long that you’re now irrelevant and have decided to retire to being Michael Lively’s bitch. I hope you enjoy that.
“Now back to business, week after week, the Natural Born Killaz has been doing what we said we’d be doing: Kicking ass, stealing the show, stealing your women and stealing your life since we first entered. But all of a sudden this pair of douchebags, who’ve been fucking fighting for almost two solid months, Tommy Knoxville and Niobe Martin, I mean NightmareVille wait… scratch that, Iron Nightmare comes along and has to fuck everything up. First with their pansy asses putting their fucking noses where it just don’t damn well belong, that’s in my fucking matches. I ain’t complaining that we cannot win; I ain’t complaining that the odds are stacked against us. I’m just damn straight angry that Tommy Knoxville has the spine to interfere in our matches, namely mine, every single week this month and cost me wins that should have been fucking mine. And don’t even START me on the one who wears the pants.
Suddenly the band stops playing and the stage cleared out. The fans start chanting “Encore”. Unable to ignore their fans, a light show began to play with electronic ambient music.
“His bitch Niobe is clearly the man. But now that I mention it, considering that they’re both bitches, I do know one thing for fact now. Because both of them play the woman, I know they have to use a double headed dildo to get each other off. Know what I mean? The two of them on their knees, doing ass-to-ass like in Requiem For A Dream, the one where Jennifer Connelly did ass-to-ass with a random woman, you know the one where Jared Leto had to get his arm amputated because of his addiction. Sorry, I got off track. Look, there’s no way either of them is a man. We know this and it is screamingly obvious that because Tommy cannot fight one on one that he doesn’t have a dick or balls. Meanwhile we got this stupid cunt, Niobe, thinking she has earned the right to be in the ring and inflate her blow up doll, has helped to get Tommy the wins in his recent matches, especially in my matches! All because he’s a chicken shit pussy that has nothing manly about him and needs someone else to win his matches. I kicked his ass in our last match, the entire fucking time. How does that match finish? Niobe got her fucking face in where it don’t belong! A fucking win because he cannot win with his own power! THEN Foul Play decided they wanted to attack the biggest dogs in the yard, but I’ll get on those fucking cock suckers later.
“Niobe, you do NOT belong in the ring with men. You’re just a pair of tits that’ll eventually end up in on the cover of Hustler Magazine and in the following pages you’ll be covered in at least ten other guys cum because deep down inside you are JUST like Sienna. You’re a dirty, dirty whore who likes getting fucked because mommy and daddy didn’t love you enough when you were a child. It’s only a matter of time before you realize this. Sucks that I already noticed this but being a loving and gracious man I am, I’m giving you heads up now. Once Tommy has found a tighter pussy and ass to put his dick in, that’s also much younger than you, he’s going to beat you like the whore you are and toss you aside. You’re going to get so despaired about this and quit, leaving a mark of nothing in the histories of Action Packed Wrestling. Get over yourself, you’re just a pretty face and no one is going to miss you.
“As for you Tommy, you’re not a fucking man and I don’t see you ever becoming one. As long as you keep a bitch coming with you to ring side and helping you win at every fucking turn, you’re not a fucking man. You and her only got spared from an Inferno Match because there’s too many people who think third degree burns on you face will ruin your career. With my scarred up face, I know I ain’t know handsome man. But you know what, even without this being a fucking Inferno Match, I’m stilling going to bust your God damn head open like a walnut and you’re going to bleed like a stuffed pig. I’ve done time before; you think I’m going to give a shit if I get arrested again? No, I really don’t. I’ve done some fucked up things in my youth and I’ve done some messed up things in my life, not all of them I’m proud of. I’ve paid my dues and now you’re going to have to pay your dues to me. You want to screw around with me and Leon, that’s cool but you’re biting off way too much her, you punk ass bitch.
“I might talk a lot of shit, but I’ve have always only lost because of some bullshit that was beyond my control. I ain’t going to be stupid enough to let your little piece of ass wrap me up again and I’m going to keep my eyes open to make sure one you pussies don’t cost Leon or myself a win and I’ll make double sure that your friends at Foul Play keep the fuck out too. I ain’t worried, because me and Leon have never been more focused on beating the fuck out of Iron Nightmare than ever before in our APW career’s. We’re going to beat the fuck out of you this time around, we’re leaving Mayhem victorious. Tommy Knox, you’re racist ass is just going to end up a forgotten note in history and your only claim to fame will be you getting mistaken as Johnny Knoxville, the same man who got kicked in the nuts by third graders and later shot by a Riot Suppression Mine. You’ll be remembered as a pussy coward who had management rescue you.
“Niobe, you ain’t shit. You’re not going to amount to shit. You’re just going to end up a foot note in my epic ass. We’ll be seeing you get gangbanged by thirty brotha’s in “Cum In Her Ass Thirty” soon enough, so get your holes ready. Because at Mayhem, Natural Born Killaz and Iron Nightmare are writing the last chapter in this Theatre of Grand Guignol, and you two are play the tragic heroes!”
