Post by JD Storm on Jul 28, 2011 23:31:40 GMT -4
Scene opens up inside the Bobby Bodacious’ private limo. Bodacious, dressed sharply, is looking confident as the limo is driving around town, allowing Bobby to take in the sights.
“Superstar” Bobby Bodacious
Cyrus, my dear Cyrus. It’s rather unfortunate that you still can’t seem to accept certain realities, yet. All this time, you can’t seem to live with how the real world works, how life in general works. Whether or not you want to accept this or not is truly irrelevant, but APW, like life, is a lot like A Tale of Two Cities. Always been that way. Always be that way. No matter what you do, no matter what you try, there will always be a two cities…..two rosters, if you will. You’ll either “have” or you’ll “have not”.
From where I’ve been sitting, you don’t seem to have much going for you. You don’t have a World Championship. You lost your chance at the Suicidal Championship. On Sunday, you won’t even have a victory over myself. All you’re going to have is another loss to the Gambling Superstars. Flat on your back, counting the lights…….again.
Now, I don’t have much time to run my mouth about you right now, Cyrus. I’ve simply grown tired of running my mouth week after week, embarrassing you at every turn. I know Gambler has become tired of robbing you of your pride, your dignity, your self-respect. Quite honestly, we’ve grown tired of these games.
Cyrus, once I’ve finished making you my bitch, I’m going to loan your tight little booty out to Gambler….let him have a little fun. Word going around the street is that after he beats you at Shockwave, he’s exercising his option to leave APW, taking the Suicidal Championship with him to the Dakotas. He’s been doing a lot of drunken babbling lately about being the voice for those without a voice, taking his title “back home”…..whatever the hell that means.
All I’m concerned about is treating you much like I treat the servants on my payroll. Well, they probably get treated better. I like to use them as doormats. To give you the right idea what you should expect, I’ll paraphrase an old joke for you. A bear and a rabbit were having a conversation in the woods. The bear asked if the rabbit had problems with sh*t sticking to it’s fur. Rabbit foolishly said “no”.
I’m sure you can figure out what happened to the poor rabbit. At least, I hope you can figure out what happened to it. After all, you’re about to get similar treatment. You’ll look like something the plumber unclogged from a local high school bathroom. Dark, smelly & disgusting.
Your career will look a lot like another famous Cyrus, once I’m through with you. Hope you have a good looking daughter to mooch off of. You’ll need it.
Scene fades to black.
“Superstar” Bobby Bodacious
Cyrus, my dear Cyrus. It’s rather unfortunate that you still can’t seem to accept certain realities, yet. All this time, you can’t seem to live with how the real world works, how life in general works. Whether or not you want to accept this or not is truly irrelevant, but APW, like life, is a lot like A Tale of Two Cities. Always been that way. Always be that way. No matter what you do, no matter what you try, there will always be a two cities…..two rosters, if you will. You’ll either “have” or you’ll “have not”.
From where I’ve been sitting, you don’t seem to have much going for you. You don’t have a World Championship. You lost your chance at the Suicidal Championship. On Sunday, you won’t even have a victory over myself. All you’re going to have is another loss to the Gambling Superstars. Flat on your back, counting the lights…….again.
Now, I don’t have much time to run my mouth about you right now, Cyrus. I’ve simply grown tired of running my mouth week after week, embarrassing you at every turn. I know Gambler has become tired of robbing you of your pride, your dignity, your self-respect. Quite honestly, we’ve grown tired of these games.
Cyrus, once I’ve finished making you my bitch, I’m going to loan your tight little booty out to Gambler….let him have a little fun. Word going around the street is that after he beats you at Shockwave, he’s exercising his option to leave APW, taking the Suicidal Championship with him to the Dakotas. He’s been doing a lot of drunken babbling lately about being the voice for those without a voice, taking his title “back home”…..whatever the hell that means.
All I’m concerned about is treating you much like I treat the servants on my payroll. Well, they probably get treated better. I like to use them as doormats. To give you the right idea what you should expect, I’ll paraphrase an old joke for you. A bear and a rabbit were having a conversation in the woods. The bear asked if the rabbit had problems with sh*t sticking to it’s fur. Rabbit foolishly said “no”.
I’m sure you can figure out what happened to the poor rabbit. At least, I hope you can figure out what happened to it. After all, you’re about to get similar treatment. You’ll look like something the plumber unclogged from a local high school bathroom. Dark, smelly & disgusting.
Your career will look a lot like another famous Cyrus, once I’m through with you. Hope you have a good looking daughter to mooch off of. You’ll need it.
Scene fades to black.
