Post by CBT on Aug 14, 2007 8:58:18 GMT -5
"CUI- Competing Under the Influence"
You know, each and every week, I come here and give you my two cents. I hope to give you folks some vital information. I can only do so much though, before I'm asking questions to find my own answers and don't care if you understand that or not.
Let me start by posing a question though, what is a Champion with out competition. Is any belt worth holding if there is no viable title division?
I'm not gonna pussyfoot, I never do. Nor do I have to stretch the truth. I had some say in the match I have this week. Yet I regret it because I benefit nothing in this match taking place.
I mean there is no title belts on the line. Not mine, not EBR's, not even Thunder's.
Maybe they fear commitment and that belt is like a decisive finish, no questions asked, you know the result long before it occured.
It's so funny to me, because muck akin to my last match with Obo not being for his title, this match isn't for the gold, and that's very disappointing. It's honestly a spit in the face to what me and E hope to be and that's one of the best unintentional tag teams the WFWF has ever seen.
We don't carry the gold because it goes well with whatever we are wearing for the evening. The championships belts equal our namesake and I don't think management understands that in the least. Hell me and E never clamed to be buddies and when I utilized him physically in our first actual title defense. The very next night fans were asked if this was the end or beginning of a budding feud. I mean, come on.
Let's refocuse, we got Thunder. Not 2004 Thunder, but Thunder 2k7.
No longer just another mid-carder lost in the shuffle, he's held the WFWF Tag Team title and International title. One for reign with that belt he has around his waist, and by paper standards, he could say he has accomplished as much as me. But he hasn't.
Sure he's the guy I look most forward to targeting and going after with no remorse, but he's still no better than he was in '04.
He hasn't gained a pound so no wonder he isn't in the HEAVYWEIGHT division. He's also a very talented, but really the rich guy gimmick has been done to death. You tell me the last man to hold WFWF's top belt with that outlook and appeal, and I'll admit to blasphemy.
But really, why should I give Thunder the nod. The praise. The stripes he's yet to earn.
Because he held the tag titles with a man who couldn't succeed if he wanted to in the single's division? Maybe his beating Josh Dean.... yeah maybe in 2006 that would mean something, in 2007, beating Josh Dean is like beating Justin Tyme. Just pray he shows up at the building looking to fight.
Than we have the so called, uncrowned, future Heavyweight Champion, Wayne McGurk. Oh please.
Beat him once, shame on him. Beat him twice, what's the point?
At one time I looked at that man as the best WFWF had to offer, at least untill he became an owner, incompetent people bother the fuck out of me.
But his business practices, while a factor, don't factor in to why he's the lesser of two evils.
April what? 29th? Philadelphia ring a bell? Oh yeah, where I emasculated you. I beat you like I said I would and left nothing to the imagination in terms of what I could do against the supposed dominant force in WFWF. Mr McGurk, you disgust me. I could face Obo 12,000 times, and face you once more. My opinion wouldn't change on whose should carry the belt and who should lackey for position in the hunt.
McGurk your a piece of shit, both as an owner and wrestler. I'm just happy to not be contractually tied to you when I get the first chance to say it.
If anything Wayne, or should I say Mike, I'll let EBR pin you. He for some reason sees you as a stepping stone. Your just a ditch in my eyes, I lower myself the moment I set my eyes on you.
This week should be fun, because frustration breeds the unforseeable, and with nothing but pride on the line, it's a win-win situation for my team, and my team only.
Broke down on Route 81 is WFWF Tag Team Champion, CBT. His cell phone dead. No one looking to lend a hand. CBT strides along the highway, finally approaching an off ramp and a pay phone convientently placed.
CBT hesitates to use the pay phone, both for health reasons, it's dusty and god knows what kind of people have use this mechanism. But more importantly, fifty cents for a phone call, what kind of communist faggot run country are we in. Oh yeah, France.
CBT opens the door anyhow and places the french equivealent of 50 cents in the coin slot. He dials rapidly and around 20 seconds pass before someone answers
: Hello?
CBT: Hey, where you at?
: At the arena, some naive frenchmen gave me a ride.
CBT: I didn't need to hear that, E.
EBR: You know what I meant, what do you want C?
CBT: I'm stuck out here in like a scene from a movie, not a damn bit of english being spoke, and I really don't know if I'm gonna make it to the arena in time.
EBR: Yeah I figured that
CBT: Don't use my words against me, asshole, I thought you told me that this match didn't mean jackshit without the titles.
EBR: It doesn't
CBT: So stop giving me grief, I'm as they say, shit-faced. My rent a car broke down, my cell is dead, and right about now I'd appreciate it if you offered some assistance.
EBR: I can give you a phone number for a taxi
CBT: You know, I'll take whatever you can give me.
EBR: We know that C.
CBT: Shut up, so what's the number.
EBR: Sorry man, I don't speak french. Good luck though.
You know, each and every week, I come here and give you my two cents. I hope to give you folks some vital information. I can only do so much though, before I'm asking questions to find my own answers and don't care if you understand that or not.
Let me start by posing a question though, what is a Champion with out competition. Is any belt worth holding if there is no viable title division?
I'm not gonna pussyfoot, I never do. Nor do I have to stretch the truth. I had some say in the match I have this week. Yet I regret it because I benefit nothing in this match taking place.
I mean there is no title belts on the line. Not mine, not EBR's, not even Thunder's.
Maybe they fear commitment and that belt is like a decisive finish, no questions asked, you know the result long before it occured.
It's so funny to me, because muck akin to my last match with Obo not being for his title, this match isn't for the gold, and that's very disappointing. It's honestly a spit in the face to what me and E hope to be and that's one of the best unintentional tag teams the WFWF has ever seen.
We don't carry the gold because it goes well with whatever we are wearing for the evening. The championships belts equal our namesake and I don't think management understands that in the least. Hell me and E never clamed to be buddies and when I utilized him physically in our first actual title defense. The very next night fans were asked if this was the end or beginning of a budding feud. I mean, come on.
Let's refocuse, we got Thunder. Not 2004 Thunder, but Thunder 2k7.
No longer just another mid-carder lost in the shuffle, he's held the WFWF Tag Team title and International title. One for reign with that belt he has around his waist, and by paper standards, he could say he has accomplished as much as me. But he hasn't.
Sure he's the guy I look most forward to targeting and going after with no remorse, but he's still no better than he was in '04.
He hasn't gained a pound so no wonder he isn't in the HEAVYWEIGHT division. He's also a very talented, but really the rich guy gimmick has been done to death. You tell me the last man to hold WFWF's top belt with that outlook and appeal, and I'll admit to blasphemy.
But really, why should I give Thunder the nod. The praise. The stripes he's yet to earn.
Because he held the tag titles with a man who couldn't succeed if he wanted to in the single's division? Maybe his beating Josh Dean.... yeah maybe in 2006 that would mean something, in 2007, beating Josh Dean is like beating Justin Tyme. Just pray he shows up at the building looking to fight.
Than we have the so called, uncrowned, future Heavyweight Champion, Wayne McGurk. Oh please.
Beat him once, shame on him. Beat him twice, what's the point?
At one time I looked at that man as the best WFWF had to offer, at least untill he became an owner, incompetent people bother the fuck out of me.
But his business practices, while a factor, don't factor in to why he's the lesser of two evils.
April what? 29th? Philadelphia ring a bell? Oh yeah, where I emasculated you. I beat you like I said I would and left nothing to the imagination in terms of what I could do against the supposed dominant force in WFWF. Mr McGurk, you disgust me. I could face Obo 12,000 times, and face you once more. My opinion wouldn't change on whose should carry the belt and who should lackey for position in the hunt.
McGurk your a piece of shit, both as an owner and wrestler. I'm just happy to not be contractually tied to you when I get the first chance to say it.
If anything Wayne, or should I say Mike, I'll let EBR pin you. He for some reason sees you as a stepping stone. Your just a ditch in my eyes, I lower myself the moment I set my eyes on you.
This week should be fun, because frustration breeds the unforseeable, and with nothing but pride on the line, it's a win-win situation for my team, and my team only.
Broke down on Route 81 is WFWF Tag Team Champion, CBT. His cell phone dead. No one looking to lend a hand. CBT strides along the highway, finally approaching an off ramp and a pay phone convientently placed.
CBT hesitates to use the pay phone, both for health reasons, it's dusty and god knows what kind of people have use this mechanism. But more importantly, fifty cents for a phone call, what kind of communist faggot run country are we in. Oh yeah, France.
CBT opens the door anyhow and places the french equivealent of 50 cents in the coin slot. He dials rapidly and around 20 seconds pass before someone answers
: Hello?CBT: Hey, where you at?
: At the arena, some naive frenchmen gave me a ride.CBT: I didn't need to hear that, E.
EBR: You know what I meant, what do you want C?
CBT: I'm stuck out here in like a scene from a movie, not a damn bit of english being spoke, and I really don't know if I'm gonna make it to the arena in time.
EBR: Yeah I figured that
CBT: Don't use my words against me, asshole, I thought you told me that this match didn't mean jackshit without the titles.
EBR: It doesn't
CBT: So stop giving me grief, I'm as they say, shit-faced. My rent a car broke down, my cell is dead, and right about now I'd appreciate it if you offered some assistance.
EBR: I can give you a phone number for a taxi
CBT: You know, I'll take whatever you can give me.
EBR: We know that C.
CBT: Shut up, so what's the number.
EBR: Sorry man, I don't speak french. Good luck though.
OOC: I had the time to whoop something up, it's also got some subtle humor towards myself. One probably most won't notice. However I came so close to not writing in fear of feeling nothing coming on, but this turned out ok, not as great as my last 2 rps, but the opening I liked.
