Post by Reaver on Nov 18, 2011 17:03:07 GMT -4
rp number 2, hope ya like....
Epilogue:
Relentless......the constant pursuit of a particular quest or goal. It's no secret what transpired last week during the Nasty 8 Tournament Finals. Once again Brad fucking Jackson came out on top. Not without paying a hefty price though. It was here that Jackson and I tore the roof off the arena and made history all over again. But it seems as if all my hard work goes to waste. Brad and I dined in hell that very night and show cased just exactly who we are. I remember the first time I ever faced him, it was at the When Worlds Collide tournament about 4-5 years ago. I didn't really know him back then yet i knew the legend. Everybody who knew or found out just looked at me and laughe. They said i should just lay down and walk away. Would you? I quickly found out what a first class ass beating was that night. We've met on 5 seperate occasions and with each collision came more and more experience to what might make a man like that tick. I inch closer and closer with each encounter and although I fell short this time, next time just might be different. Ya know? Like if there was a banana peel in the ring or something or maybe the light from a camera blinded him long enough. I'm sure my opponents for the PPV are looking on and thinking that they could have gotten the job done but have no idea what it would take to do such a task. I hope to god that they watch that match over and over again because if they wanna beat me to become Hardcore Champion in UWf, then that's how far they'll need to go. Not to mention they have to deal with a VERY pissed off....me. 3 people to take out all my frustration on.......sounds like a plan if i do say so myself and incase they didn't see the footage; z7.invisionfree.com/Nasty_Creations/index.php?showtopic=36&st=0&#last now they have no excuse.
Scene:
December 21, 2010
The scene fades in as Johnny Knuckles and Christian Gallos are seen walking out of a nearby hospital from the most recent of happenings. You're probably thinking that Knuckles wouldn't be able to defend his title at Season's Beating's after that but that's a small price to pay for being "HARDCORE". Knuckles is still limping slightly and still in pain although he WAS prescribed some lovely pain medication to ease that away. With shards of glass still in his back and a few bandages here and there, they make their way out the front door and sit down on a nearby bench to relax.
Gallos: That was quite the beating you took kid. Way to represent Dangertainment and UWF.
Knuckles: Save the pety pep talk Chris. I lost, plain and simple. I lost to Jackson AGAIN.
Gallos: John, you knew what you were getting into and what the out come might have been.
Knuckles: No excuses. I move on and that's that. I still have 3 people to school on what it means to be the champ here in UWf.
Gallos: That's my boy. Listen; John, I know you're in a rough place right now but please remember to stay focused on the task at hand ok?
Knuckles: I'm always focused. Jackson was just another training session.
Gallos: Good, the limo is waiting so let's head back and rest some before the PPV.
Knuckles: I'd rather walk if you don't mind. No offense to you but i just want some privacy for the moment.
Gallos: No problem champ. I'll see you at the hotel, call me if you need anything.
Gallos opens the limo door and walks in leaving Knuckles sitting on the bench alone. He thinks bout the brutality that took place just a couple days prior and smiles. He seems pleased with himself over something and stands up as the limo drive's off into the distance. Knuckles starts down the street when no less than a block goes by when some guy in a giant reindeer costume sneaks up from behind him with some sort of rag over his face and after a few moments of struggling, he goes to sleep. ("excuse me miss, does this rag smell like ether to you?" best pick up line EVER!)
3 Days Later.......
December 24, 2010
A faded room appears, wabbley and disoriented; Knuckles slowly begins to wake up. His movements are bound by multiple chains holding his body in an area one cubic foot. Whatever it was that knocked him out prior seems to be effecting his motor skills as he gets to his knees in a daze. He shakes his head to try to regain some conciousness and the blurred room soon becomes very vivid. Looking around, he realizes that he is chained to the floorof a very dirty 12'x14' confined room. To the left and right of him are a pair of metal handle-like structures hanging from the ceiling as well as a giant metal beam directly above him. He see's to his right is also an antique type of television, antique to you and me as in possibly the 80's or so. At this point, Knuckles realizes that he has been captured and kidnapped for some sort of torture and has awakened fully. (sounds like a good night in Vegas to me.)
Knuckle: WHAT THE FUCK!!?
Knuckles looks around and pulls on the chains slightly. He continues to look around but tries to calm himself down considering the situation. There's no point in losing you're head and panicking in a time of crisis. He can't seem to reach anything because of the chains binding him other than the two objects to his left and right. He listens around to see if he can hear something that may help but all he hears is the squeeking sound of something and it seems to be getting closer and closer. Suddenly the door opens; and a 3 foot version of a wooden reindeer with a red nose comes slowly strolling in on a tricycle. Knuckles looks on with confusion as it rolls in and the door slams shut behind it. It stops and it's head tilts to the left to look at Knuckles. It begins to talk in a very deep dark voice. (what movie did i see something like this on again?)
Reindeer: Hello Johnathan...........I want to play a game.
You've spent your life thinking of yourself as a means of survival. Nobody could blame you for what you did as a child.....but as you got older, your selfish ways have brought you fame, fortune, and reputation. As you became well known in the world, you've forgotten what it means to fight for a purpose. To fight for something other than yourself. Today, I will test your means of survival with a sacrifice of the flesh. Look to your right John.....
Knuckles look over to the right at the television as it turns on and sees static for a quick second. Then it cuts to an overhead view of a bunch of random people he doesn't know, eating deer jerky for some reason (sneaky sneaky)and captured just as he is but confined to some sort of cage. Their yells of "Help" are heard echoing throughout the room. The beam above Knuckles is lowered with a giant saw on the end.
Reindeer: To your left and right are two handlebars connected to a generator. It powers the electric fence that keeps them at bay. By grabbing each end you complete a circuit which powers something else in this room, the motor that powers the saw in front of you. By completing the circuit, the beam will raise back up into the ceiling locking it in place instead of ripping through you and taking away from the fence long enough for the others to escape. Do you have what it takes to withstand such agony for complete strangers? Or will you fail and be cut in half by the blade? You will only have 60 secnds to decide. Make your choice John............... live or die......
Just as it finishes the sentence, the blade on saw starts and a nearby timer counts down from 60. The scream of the people in the next room get louder and louder. They try to open the fence door but it shocks them briefly.
Knuckles grabs one handle bar then slowly grabs the oter not knowing how strong it might be but i guess anything is better than death. He gets jolted by the strong current not expecting it to be a certain voltage and screams in pain. The saw above him starts to slowly go back up but due to its nature, Knuckles lets go and it drops back down as it continues to move closer.
Knuckles shakes it off and grabs it again for another attempt. The voltage seems to have gotten a little weaker this time around. Perhaps being shocked with that batton by Kash seems to have built him a slight tolerance. He continues to hold on for a moment as the saw above starts to raise back up again.
The people in the next room continue to scream for help oblivious to the fact that he is giving his all to cut their power and they don't realize its not electrified. Knuckles looks on and see's their confusion and fear and tries to yell out to them, "GO HURRY!!"but they don't hear him. Knuckles lets go and starts to feel tired and slightly loopy as the blade comes back down again and inches closer and closer. The smell of burning flesh starts to resonate in his nose as he gets frustrated.
"How am I supposed to do this if they aren't even paying attention nor do they hear me?" He thinks to himself. He takes a few deep breaths and goes for broke on the next attempt. He grabs both handle bars and the saw raises up again. He tries to yell out but the voltage is so intense at this poitn that he couldn't move or speak. All he could do is hope that they could figure it out.
The clock continues to count down and Knuckles can almost see the hair on his arm start to burn off. Almost as if his body was starting to cook. He continues to to hold on for dear life as somebody tries to open the cage and realizes that its not electrified anymore. Finally they open the door and run out of the cage with excitement. The saw above him locks into place and Knuckles fall to the ground in exhaustion.
The timer on the clock stops and the door slowly creeps open. The reindeer doll falls over in the tricycle and cackles with a high pitched maniacle laugh like the doll in the saw movies. Knuckles continues to try and catch his breath as a man in red walks in......it's Santa? Knuckles looks up and this guy is standing above him.
: Congradulations Johnny, you just might worthy of the job yet.
Knuckles: What the fuck? i was kidnapped for days by......Santa?
: Actually no you weren't. My name is Paul, (hi paul) and i'm a mall santa.
Knuckles: A fuckin' mall santa? I should kick you in the jingle bells. You have any idea how much that fucking hurt? I DO have shit to do ya know, especially that last week i was in a light tube cage match.
Paul: Please excuse my rudeness but we had to test you.
Knuckles: Test me? We? For what?
Paul: We have a job for you Johnny, a job that requires some special talents and only YOU have experience in something like this.
Knuckles: So you wanna put a hit out on somebody?
Paul: Yes.
Knuckles: .....And you couldn't just ask me like a normal person?
Paul: This job requires a "SPECIAL" type of hunting. I come from the mall santa union number 46 and aparently we didn't get our bonuses this year. Because of that, a few santa's have gone rogue lead by one, a man who calls himself.......SANTA!! (imagine that)
Knuckles: You guys have a union?
Paul: We need to be protected this time of year. We don't just GET these jobs by accident and with all the spitting and bullshit we get from the little fuckers every year, we deserve to have one to protect our interests. (good attitude "Santa")
Knuckles: So why should I help you after all that shit? You almost KILLED ME!!
Paul: Because if you don't then christmas will be ruined for every child from now til' forever.
Paul removes the shackles from Knuckle's body. He starts to get up rubbing his wrists.
Paul: So will you help us or not?
Knuckles stretches for a moment because he was chained up for a few days. Immediately, he kicks Paul in the balls doubling him over wincing in pain. "I'll think about it...."Knuckles yells as he walks out of the room and the scene fades.
TO BE CONTINUED........
Knuckles: Ok so where do i begin? How can i make you people understand that none of you are worthy of being champion let alone being Hardcore champ. Zanta, you can't possible be serious with all this can you? I mean, how is it that you think that a bunch of bullshit on a sleigh is gonna' be enough to finish me off? Your lame ass attempt to rip off my shit is just proof alone that you don't have what it takes to go toe to toe with a man of my abilities. While you sit there in that demolished factory with huge smoke stacks and toxic waste pouring out into the sewage, you make weapons to hurt people with. Way to be original you aids infested cum bubble. You hack and cough huntched over yelling at all the deformed "elves" in the place as if they all had down syndrome due to the years of inbreeding they had to do to make more staff for the ever increasing world population. Am i somewhere in the ball park? (family guy is awsome) You can try to hit me with ornaments, barbwire, glass, sticks, anything you can possibly think of and none of it would ever be enough.
Where oh where could my little Andy be? Are you busy playing dress up again Tits? Maybe this time you're playing Bill Murry in a Tits production of "Scrooged"? Hmm? Did you get visited by 3 ghosts who all told you that you can't win this match? Maybe you're taking a pilgrimage to Finland where some people believe "Santa" was originally from. Or maybe you've decided to Go dashing through the snow in hopes of finding a plastic belt with my name on it so you can at least PRETEND to have been Hardcore champ for a moment. No, i got it.......
You're gonna dye yourself green and steal all the toys in Whoville. Then when you think you've won, you realize that it wasn't enough to find your miracle on 34th street and find some whore to be bad santa right? Oh fuck me Santa fuck me Santa. HA, gotta love those Santa groupies right?
And what of you Haley? Find out that Kash smoked the mistletoe and you can't get that holiday kiss? Not that it was needed or anything. You need to realize that it won't matter that you're his girlfriend or not, all that matters is that you see that this is strictly business. I expect you to come out swinging but what will happen is that you'll be taking a beating. How far are you willing to go Haley? Are you willing to die for it? Are you willing to kill for it? Because that's what it will take in order to become Hardcore champ. To beat me, you're gonna' have to kill me, and to kill me you're gonna' have to have the heart to stand in front of me and be willing to die yourself. Are these the measures you're willing to take in order to be the person to knock me off my pirch?
I have no remorse for what i will do to keep MY championship. Neither one of you 3 deserve to have it and will have to go through hell to claim it. Now, before i go, there are some things that need clarification. Dangertainment is a single unit based on the abilities of the select few. As individuals, we stand alone because anybody in Dangertainment can handle themselves with out the interference of the next member. We don't do things with out a purpose. Gabe, you were attacked by Bishop to show that we are not to be fucked with. When you get beat by KAsh and lose the Intercontinental belt, it will be because HE beat you. Not because somebody stepped in and distracted you. When you; Serena, lose to Nate, it will because you over looked him and realize that you are no longer "championship material". You yourself specifically said that you really didn't care about Aligheri yet he still believes that you are his friend? Weird.........
SE seems to think that we pose no threat but somehow none of us can stay out of their mouths. Nor out of anybody elses mouths in UWF. Dangertainment is the reason people come to watch UWF and is the reason it's at the top of the current pile. We as a whole can not be stopped and no matter how hard you try, we will always succeed. Rick is afraid of us stepping on his toes and that is why he keeps a close eye out and an ear to the floor. When we feel like taking what you have Rick, we will. And just like many of your past dates with out a spanish fly in hand, you can kick and scream as much as you like but no matter what you do, it will happen. Now if you excuse me, i have a party to go to then finish this so called....."JOB".
Epilogue:
Relentless......the constant pursuit of a particular quest or goal. It's no secret what transpired last week during the Nasty 8 Tournament Finals. Once again Brad fucking Jackson came out on top. Not without paying a hefty price though. It was here that Jackson and I tore the roof off the arena and made history all over again. But it seems as if all my hard work goes to waste. Brad and I dined in hell that very night and show cased just exactly who we are. I remember the first time I ever faced him, it was at the When Worlds Collide tournament about 4-5 years ago. I didn't really know him back then yet i knew the legend. Everybody who knew or found out just looked at me and laughe. They said i should just lay down and walk away. Would you? I quickly found out what a first class ass beating was that night. We've met on 5 seperate occasions and with each collision came more and more experience to what might make a man like that tick. I inch closer and closer with each encounter and although I fell short this time, next time just might be different. Ya know? Like if there was a banana peel in the ring or something or maybe the light from a camera blinded him long enough. I'm sure my opponents for the PPV are looking on and thinking that they could have gotten the job done but have no idea what it would take to do such a task. I hope to god that they watch that match over and over again because if they wanna beat me to become Hardcore Champion in UWf, then that's how far they'll need to go. Not to mention they have to deal with a VERY pissed off....me. 3 people to take out all my frustration on.......sounds like a plan if i do say so myself and incase they didn't see the footage; z7.invisionfree.com/Nasty_Creations/index.php?showtopic=36&st=0&#last now they have no excuse.
Scene:
December 21, 2010
The scene fades in as Johnny Knuckles and Christian Gallos are seen walking out of a nearby hospital from the most recent of happenings. You're probably thinking that Knuckles wouldn't be able to defend his title at Season's Beating's after that but that's a small price to pay for being "HARDCORE". Knuckles is still limping slightly and still in pain although he WAS prescribed some lovely pain medication to ease that away. With shards of glass still in his back and a few bandages here and there, they make their way out the front door and sit down on a nearby bench to relax.
Gallos: That was quite the beating you took kid. Way to represent Dangertainment and UWF.
Knuckles: Save the pety pep talk Chris. I lost, plain and simple. I lost to Jackson AGAIN.
Gallos: John, you knew what you were getting into and what the out come might have been.
Knuckles: No excuses. I move on and that's that. I still have 3 people to school on what it means to be the champ here in UWf.
Gallos: That's my boy. Listen; John, I know you're in a rough place right now but please remember to stay focused on the task at hand ok?
Knuckles: I'm always focused. Jackson was just another training session.
Gallos: Good, the limo is waiting so let's head back and rest some before the PPV.
Knuckles: I'd rather walk if you don't mind. No offense to you but i just want some privacy for the moment.
Gallos: No problem champ. I'll see you at the hotel, call me if you need anything.
Gallos opens the limo door and walks in leaving Knuckles sitting on the bench alone. He thinks bout the brutality that took place just a couple days prior and smiles. He seems pleased with himself over something and stands up as the limo drive's off into the distance. Knuckles starts down the street when no less than a block goes by when some guy in a giant reindeer costume sneaks up from behind him with some sort of rag over his face and after a few moments of struggling, he goes to sleep. ("excuse me miss, does this rag smell like ether to you?" best pick up line EVER!)
3 Days Later.......
December 24, 2010
A faded room appears, wabbley and disoriented; Knuckles slowly begins to wake up. His movements are bound by multiple chains holding his body in an area one cubic foot. Whatever it was that knocked him out prior seems to be effecting his motor skills as he gets to his knees in a daze. He shakes his head to try to regain some conciousness and the blurred room soon becomes very vivid. Looking around, he realizes that he is chained to the floorof a very dirty 12'x14' confined room. To the left and right of him are a pair of metal handle-like structures hanging from the ceiling as well as a giant metal beam directly above him. He see's to his right is also an antique type of television, antique to you and me as in possibly the 80's or so. At this point, Knuckles realizes that he has been captured and kidnapped for some sort of torture and has awakened fully. (sounds like a good night in Vegas to me.)
Knuckle: WHAT THE FUCK!!?
Knuckles looks around and pulls on the chains slightly. He continues to look around but tries to calm himself down considering the situation. There's no point in losing you're head and panicking in a time of crisis. He can't seem to reach anything because of the chains binding him other than the two objects to his left and right. He listens around to see if he can hear something that may help but all he hears is the squeeking sound of something and it seems to be getting closer and closer. Suddenly the door opens; and a 3 foot version of a wooden reindeer with a red nose comes slowly strolling in on a tricycle. Knuckles looks on with confusion as it rolls in and the door slams shut behind it. It stops and it's head tilts to the left to look at Knuckles. It begins to talk in a very deep dark voice. (what movie did i see something like this on again?)
Reindeer: Hello Johnathan...........I want to play a game.
You've spent your life thinking of yourself as a means of survival. Nobody could blame you for what you did as a child.....but as you got older, your selfish ways have brought you fame, fortune, and reputation. As you became well known in the world, you've forgotten what it means to fight for a purpose. To fight for something other than yourself. Today, I will test your means of survival with a sacrifice of the flesh. Look to your right John.....
Knuckles look over to the right at the television as it turns on and sees static for a quick second. Then it cuts to an overhead view of a bunch of random people he doesn't know, eating deer jerky for some reason (sneaky sneaky)and captured just as he is but confined to some sort of cage. Their yells of "Help" are heard echoing throughout the room. The beam above Knuckles is lowered with a giant saw on the end.
Reindeer: To your left and right are two handlebars connected to a generator. It powers the electric fence that keeps them at bay. By grabbing each end you complete a circuit which powers something else in this room, the motor that powers the saw in front of you. By completing the circuit, the beam will raise back up into the ceiling locking it in place instead of ripping through you and taking away from the fence long enough for the others to escape. Do you have what it takes to withstand such agony for complete strangers? Or will you fail and be cut in half by the blade? You will only have 60 secnds to decide. Make your choice John............... live or die......
60
Just as it finishes the sentence, the blade on saw starts and a nearby timer counts down from 60. The scream of the people in the next room get louder and louder. They try to open the fence door but it shocks them briefly.
55
Knuckles grabs one handle bar then slowly grabs the oter not knowing how strong it might be but i guess anything is better than death. He gets jolted by the strong current not expecting it to be a certain voltage and screams in pain. The saw above him starts to slowly go back up but due to its nature, Knuckles lets go and it drops back down as it continues to move closer.
50
Knuckles shakes it off and grabs it again for another attempt. The voltage seems to have gotten a little weaker this time around. Perhaps being shocked with that batton by Kash seems to have built him a slight tolerance. He continues to hold on for a moment as the saw above starts to raise back up again.
45
The people in the next room continue to scream for help oblivious to the fact that he is giving his all to cut their power and they don't realize its not electrified. Knuckles looks on and see's their confusion and fear and tries to yell out to them, "GO HURRY!!"but they don't hear him. Knuckles lets go and starts to feel tired and slightly loopy as the blade comes back down again and inches closer and closer. The smell of burning flesh starts to resonate in his nose as he gets frustrated.
40
"How am I supposed to do this if they aren't even paying attention nor do they hear me?" He thinks to himself. He takes a few deep breaths and goes for broke on the next attempt. He grabs both handle bars and the saw raises up again. He tries to yell out but the voltage is so intense at this poitn that he couldn't move or speak. All he could do is hope that they could figure it out.
30
The clock continues to count down and Knuckles can almost see the hair on his arm start to burn off. Almost as if his body was starting to cook. He continues to to hold on for dear life as somebody tries to open the cage and realizes that its not electrified anymore. Finally they open the door and run out of the cage with excitement. The saw above him locks into place and Knuckles fall to the ground in exhaustion.
18
The timer on the clock stops and the door slowly creeps open. The reindeer doll falls over in the tricycle and cackles with a high pitched maniacle laugh like the doll in the saw movies. Knuckles continues to try and catch his breath as a man in red walks in......it's Santa? Knuckles looks up and this guy is standing above him.
CLAP......CLAP.........CLAP..........CLAP
: Congradulations Johnny, you just might worthy of the job yet.Knuckles: What the fuck? i was kidnapped for days by......Santa?
: Actually no you weren't. My name is Paul, (hi paul) and i'm a mall santa.Knuckles: A fuckin' mall santa? I should kick you in the jingle bells. You have any idea how much that fucking hurt? I DO have shit to do ya know, especially that last week i was in a light tube cage match.
Paul: Please excuse my rudeness but we had to test you.
Knuckles: Test me? We? For what?
Paul: We have a job for you Johnny, a job that requires some special talents and only YOU have experience in something like this.
Knuckles: So you wanna put a hit out on somebody?
Paul: Yes.
Knuckles: .....And you couldn't just ask me like a normal person?
Paul: This job requires a "SPECIAL" type of hunting. I come from the mall santa union number 46 and aparently we didn't get our bonuses this year. Because of that, a few santa's have gone rogue lead by one, a man who calls himself.......SANTA!! (imagine that)
Knuckles: You guys have a union?
Paul: We need to be protected this time of year. We don't just GET these jobs by accident and with all the spitting and bullshit we get from the little fuckers every year, we deserve to have one to protect our interests. (good attitude "Santa")
Knuckles: So why should I help you after all that shit? You almost KILLED ME!!
Paul: Because if you don't then christmas will be ruined for every child from now til' forever.
Paul removes the shackles from Knuckle's body. He starts to get up rubbing his wrists.
Paul: So will you help us or not?
Knuckles stretches for a moment because he was chained up for a few days. Immediately, he kicks Paul in the balls doubling him over wincing in pain. "I'll think about it...."Knuckles yells as he walks out of the room and the scene fades.
TO BE CONTINUED........
Knuckles: Ok so where do i begin? How can i make you people understand that none of you are worthy of being champion let alone being Hardcore champ. Zanta, you can't possible be serious with all this can you? I mean, how is it that you think that a bunch of bullshit on a sleigh is gonna' be enough to finish me off? Your lame ass attempt to rip off my shit is just proof alone that you don't have what it takes to go toe to toe with a man of my abilities. While you sit there in that demolished factory with huge smoke stacks and toxic waste pouring out into the sewage, you make weapons to hurt people with. Way to be original you aids infested cum bubble. You hack and cough huntched over yelling at all the deformed "elves" in the place as if they all had down syndrome due to the years of inbreeding they had to do to make more staff for the ever increasing world population. Am i somewhere in the ball park? (family guy is awsome) You can try to hit me with ornaments, barbwire, glass, sticks, anything you can possibly think of and none of it would ever be enough.
Where oh where could my little Andy be? Are you busy playing dress up again Tits? Maybe this time you're playing Bill Murry in a Tits production of "Scrooged"? Hmm? Did you get visited by 3 ghosts who all told you that you can't win this match? Maybe you're taking a pilgrimage to Finland where some people believe "Santa" was originally from. Or maybe you've decided to Go dashing through the snow in hopes of finding a plastic belt with my name on it so you can at least PRETEND to have been Hardcore champ for a moment. No, i got it.......
You're gonna dye yourself green and steal all the toys in Whoville. Then when you think you've won, you realize that it wasn't enough to find your miracle on 34th street and find some whore to be bad santa right? Oh fuck me Santa fuck me Santa. HA, gotta love those Santa groupies right?
And what of you Haley? Find out that Kash smoked the mistletoe and you can't get that holiday kiss? Not that it was needed or anything. You need to realize that it won't matter that you're his girlfriend or not, all that matters is that you see that this is strictly business. I expect you to come out swinging but what will happen is that you'll be taking a beating. How far are you willing to go Haley? Are you willing to die for it? Are you willing to kill for it? Because that's what it will take in order to become Hardcore champ. To beat me, you're gonna' have to kill me, and to kill me you're gonna' have to have the heart to stand in front of me and be willing to die yourself. Are these the measures you're willing to take in order to be the person to knock me off my pirch?
I have no remorse for what i will do to keep MY championship. Neither one of you 3 deserve to have it and will have to go through hell to claim it. Now, before i go, there are some things that need clarification. Dangertainment is a single unit based on the abilities of the select few. As individuals, we stand alone because anybody in Dangertainment can handle themselves with out the interference of the next member. We don't do things with out a purpose. Gabe, you were attacked by Bishop to show that we are not to be fucked with. When you get beat by KAsh and lose the Intercontinental belt, it will be because HE beat you. Not because somebody stepped in and distracted you. When you; Serena, lose to Nate, it will because you over looked him and realize that you are no longer "championship material". You yourself specifically said that you really didn't care about Aligheri yet he still believes that you are his friend? Weird.........
SE seems to think that we pose no threat but somehow none of us can stay out of their mouths. Nor out of anybody elses mouths in UWF. Dangertainment is the reason people come to watch UWF and is the reason it's at the top of the current pile. We as a whole can not be stopped and no matter how hard you try, we will always succeed. Rick is afraid of us stepping on his toes and that is why he keeps a close eye out and an ear to the floor. When we feel like taking what you have Rick, we will. And just like many of your past dates with out a spanish fly in hand, you can kick and scream as much as you like but no matter what you do, it will happen. Now if you excuse me, i have a party to go to then finish this so called....."JOB".
