Post by CBT on Sept 13, 2007 22:57:12 GMT -5
"Established Business Relationship"
First let me say, I've never wanted to be apart of this business less than I do right now.
It's such a travesty that things happen the way they do.
It's almost like a broken record, you can't skip that all to familiar pattern, the one you've almost accustomed yourself to be content with.
I don't need to create a vibrant story, one that draws you in and makes you wanna see my head on the end of a stick. Oh no. My partner does all the work, as I sit back and nod away.
You don't quite follow me? Look down, my print's still fresh, your just lazy... that's all.
Since I've came back, every self made goal I long accomplished. Right here and now I could leave, and without question wouldn't ever consider coming back in the least.
It's the follies that keep me around.
They make me look bad, and to quote the blatantly obvious, make me "underrated."
Talk about Obo for instance, explain to me why I'd want to beat him? He is trash. Ain't that news worthy?
But why would a win or loss to that muthafucker ever mean shit to me, E?
Talk about the title he holds. The one he can't even defend under rules I established.
What a fucking pussy. But as I said already, a loss to Obo is meaningless.
Beating him is not a step forward or a step back but a step aside. One I would rather not take, so why even mention it?
You can mention all my flaws and weaknesses, but what have you?
I captured the International title, but is it that vague to you?
Think of some sense-less act of violence. Murder, rape, armed robbery, you go ahead and choose.
Within the time-frame you steal a nice watch, some pocket change, do you honestly take more than 2 seconds to celebrate the new found pick-ups?
Let me answer that for you. No.
See, unlike you E, I don't pride myself in being a champion. Belts to me are just accessories picked up in the heist. I'm not that superficial, or one dimensional, mister tunnel vision.
So the belt you hold, that I hold, just as well be used as toilet paper. Because the prestige in winning long vanquished the moment I found out the kind of man you really are.
What a joke, a bad business decision at best. But this match right here, the one you point out that I had a part in making, so much more than titles.
EBR you can talk about your present(and you have), your past(and you had), but you continue to live off that shit like so many that came before you.
The Slayer's, ZMaster's, hell even Michael Kyzer's. I've watched them make light of me, and achieve nothing in doing so. What makes you so christly to think that you won't fail in doing so too?
I fear nothing in letting my guard down in the time we've spent together. If only because I've proven, your still as naive and weak as ever.
But your clever, I know that, why else would I waste time with you?
It's not as though the roster is as thin as your ass cheek prior to Alex Sean sliding through them.
It's also not like this match means a damn thing. Yeah it's a clash of the titans, I guess.
I think unlike the rest, your just kind of there. Not a has-been, but someone worth beating atleast once, tagging with for a few matches, and than abandoning all together.
Hey I studied my Alex Showtime tapes, but I don't think I'll ever impress you. :-(
What a shitty day to practice America's Pass time. However, the multi-purpose Alliance Bank Stadium which has such a diverse schedule this year, primarily all baseball events. But not tonight. Not Friday night.
You see Friday night is all about boxing; and for the first time in this venue, we'll get to see nothing but charismatic young pugilists fine tuning their craft.
Sure they're not pros, and most of them aren't even old enough to drive, let alone smoke. But what's more fun than dog fighting? Kids legally fighting for nothing but bragging rights and the respect of their much older peers.
But seriously, the card is stacked. Some of the best in central and upstate New York, competing for the honor of being a golden gloves winner.
Quickly in the sea of humanity we spot CBT are and arm with a familiar face, Ms. Mia Porter.
MP: If you don't mind me asking, Mark, what's with your recent interest in children?
CBT: Huh?!
MP: I mean, you've visited a children's hospital and had a lengthy discussion with a 12 year old girl.
You played pocket pool with two boys, where you ended up being the only person who had to give something up.
On top of that, you seem to mention obo's daughter more times a week than Obo reinvents a emo reference for calvin lee. I mean, confide in me, just don't give me to much detail....
CBT: Hold on Mia, I'm not into all that. There was reason behind all those examples. Not very good ones, but reason still. None of which consist of the activity Kurt Burton & Manny C made famous with that walking clinic, Kat Hamilton.
MP: Fair enough, what was the reason. Let me guess, psychological advantage?
CBT: Huh?
MP: Mind Games...
CBT: Exactly
MP: Well if you ask me it seems like a way of confining your time. Time that could be used to train for your matches. I mean when's the last time you broke a sweat in preparation for a match. The last time you hit a gym?
CBT: I dunno, it's just not in me anymore. You know I got priorities outside of the ring. Hense why we're here. To get away from that.
MP: Yeah, alright. Well, to your credit it stopped raining. We ain't at a baseball game. The only thing that could make this night better is if I knew who the hell this Carmine Basilio is. Should I even ask?
CBT: No you shouldn't if only because you'll make me look dumb. Like I can't do something on my own, you need to get answers for me.
MP: That's a really stupid way of looking at it, no wonder EBR said what he said about you. Hell I'm like a sister to you, and half the time I wanna slap you for not making any damn sense.
CBT: Well than, here's some facts for you.
Carmen Basilio. Farmer turned Boxer. Competed in 2 weight Classes. 2-time Welterweight Champion, 1-time Middleweight Champion. Great fighter in his hey-day, even beat Sugar Ray Robinson while both were in their prime.
But like all greats, he could have been a legend, but stuck around way past his time and settled for being a household name.
Sure if you follow boxing, one point or another in your life, you'll hear the name.
But honestly, you'll never want his autograph. You won't even want him on your TV screen.
In his day, he was everything you could ever hope for, but here and now much better have come along.
Pondering if he's still got it, but deep in this heart he knows he lost it and should have moved on while he had the chance to.
MP: So the old man was one of the best?
CBT: Not quite, but if you ask somebody here, in their opinion he might be.
That's exactly my point. Instead of accomplishing what he did, and moving on. He came back, hoping that more time put in would equal more reward.
He didn't get better, if anything he was more of the same in a field full of equal or better performers offering something more unique but not totally different.
MP: I see. So what's the point of all this? The point of coming, the point of telling me all that, do you got some kind of personal vendetta? Because I'm gonna leave if you choose to make a scene....
CBT: No, no... the point is, wrestling consumes me. I can run track, go for a check-up, tease some sick kids or even leave the country just to flirt with women and sip some over-priced wine.... but mind keeps coming back.
EBR, such a waste beyond repairing. To think at one time, teaming with him, such a good idea... nah. Bad, bad, idea... probably as bad if not equal as calling my first opponent Queer Devil. But that's neither here nor there.
EBR, much like Basilio, the type of specimen. Athlete. GOD, that comes around once in a life-time.
They make you enjoy what you love so much that you wanna be a part of it.
I mean, when's the last time you watched porn and wanted to become a porn star?
MP: Never, but go on.
CBT: E once impressed the hell out of me, but now he's like a figure-head. Except he bares no real power.
Hell let's be fair, he's lost in the hunt. He's grasping onto me because he knows it's him who fears failure.
Where's his title opportunities?
Where's his victories over Obo, Wayne McGurk, hell even Josh Dean? Who the hell has he fought beside Calvin Lee and Yukio Blaze, who aren't even worth my fucking time. Yet he says I'm the one settling for less?
MP: That's true. I mean, say you left WFWF, he'd probably leave shortly after.
CBT: Hah, I doubt that, but I get what you mean.
I've had every opportunity to disregard him like a fine that's chump change, but instead I keep him along, he amuses me.
His success in WFWF was what? 4 years ago? Even he knows the Anointed were nothing special just a minor change in the regularly scheduled program. It's so sad knowing how he depends on me to be there.
MP: Yeah well after this match, you may have to make a decision on that matter.
How exactly will a cohesive unit arise from this? You both admittedly have egos, a loss here is a crushing blow.
Sure if you lose, you'll find some way to brush it off. Maybe even give credit where it's due. But how won't there be a rematch.
CBT: Trust me, there's no rematch coming...
MP: But what if you lose?!
CBT:There's no rematch coming.
I don't believe in omens, but if i did, I still wouldn't depend on having an alternative plan.
I mean what do I always tell you about holding the WFWF title, what are the guidelines?
MP: You want a shot when you're at your best and can take it on the first opportunity?
CBT: Precisely. That said, you don't seem to interested in the fight we paid for, while on the subject. How about shilling the match to me. How would you advertise it, if you were me?
MP: This match is gonna suck, trust me, no way it'll steal the show. Total piss break, no match of the year candidate, sorry. If you want a refund, it's not worth it. Enjoy the rest of the show. Next time spend your money accordingly. The rest of the card looks good, just look away when you see myself and EBR, k?
CBT: ...Your a bitch.
MP: Hey you trained me.
As the conversation continues eventually turning to silence as attention turns back to the fight on going, a battle in the 120lb weight class. A young girl is dropped early in the second round.
Mia Porter gleeful cheers for blood, screaming encore once the face mask is lifted of the young girl with a nose full of anything but tomato soup
First let me say, I've never wanted to be apart of this business less than I do right now.
It's such a travesty that things happen the way they do.
It's almost like a broken record, you can't skip that all to familiar pattern, the one you've almost accustomed yourself to be content with.
I don't need to create a vibrant story, one that draws you in and makes you wanna see my head on the end of a stick. Oh no. My partner does all the work, as I sit back and nod away.
You don't quite follow me? Look down, my print's still fresh, your just lazy... that's all.
Since I've came back, every self made goal I long accomplished. Right here and now I could leave, and without question wouldn't ever consider coming back in the least.
It's the follies that keep me around.
They make me look bad, and to quote the blatantly obvious, make me "underrated."
Talk about Obo for instance, explain to me why I'd want to beat him? He is trash. Ain't that news worthy?
But why would a win or loss to that muthafucker ever mean shit to me, E?
Talk about the title he holds. The one he can't even defend under rules I established.
What a fucking pussy. But as I said already, a loss to Obo is meaningless.
Beating him is not a step forward or a step back but a step aside. One I would rather not take, so why even mention it?
You can mention all my flaws and weaknesses, but what have you?
I captured the International title, but is it that vague to you?
Think of some sense-less act of violence. Murder, rape, armed robbery, you go ahead and choose.
Within the time-frame you steal a nice watch, some pocket change, do you honestly take more than 2 seconds to celebrate the new found pick-ups?
Let me answer that for you. No.
See, unlike you E, I don't pride myself in being a champion. Belts to me are just accessories picked up in the heist. I'm not that superficial, or one dimensional, mister tunnel vision.
So the belt you hold, that I hold, just as well be used as toilet paper. Because the prestige in winning long vanquished the moment I found out the kind of man you really are.
What a joke, a bad business decision at best. But this match right here, the one you point out that I had a part in making, so much more than titles.
EBR you can talk about your present(and you have), your past(and you had), but you continue to live off that shit like so many that came before you.
The Slayer's, ZMaster's, hell even Michael Kyzer's. I've watched them make light of me, and achieve nothing in doing so. What makes you so christly to think that you won't fail in doing so too?
I fear nothing in letting my guard down in the time we've spent together. If only because I've proven, your still as naive and weak as ever.
But your clever, I know that, why else would I waste time with you?
It's not as though the roster is as thin as your ass cheek prior to Alex Sean sliding through them.
It's also not like this match means a damn thing. Yeah it's a clash of the titans, I guess.
I think unlike the rest, your just kind of there. Not a has-been, but someone worth beating atleast once, tagging with for a few matches, and than abandoning all together.
Hey I studied my Alex Showtime tapes, but I don't think I'll ever impress you. :-(
What a shitty day to practice America's Pass time. However, the multi-purpose Alliance Bank Stadium which has such a diverse schedule this year, primarily all baseball events. But not tonight. Not Friday night.
You see Friday night is all about boxing; and for the first time in this venue, we'll get to see nothing but charismatic young pugilists fine tuning their craft.
Sure they're not pros, and most of them aren't even old enough to drive, let alone smoke. But what's more fun than dog fighting? Kids legally fighting for nothing but bragging rights and the respect of their much older peers.
But seriously, the card is stacked. Some of the best in central and upstate New York, competing for the honor of being a golden gloves winner.
Quickly in the sea of humanity we spot CBT are and arm with a familiar face, Ms. Mia Porter.
MP: If you don't mind me asking, Mark, what's with your recent interest in children?
CBT: Huh?!
MP: I mean, you've visited a children's hospital and had a lengthy discussion with a 12 year old girl.
You played pocket pool with two boys, where you ended up being the only person who had to give something up.
On top of that, you seem to mention obo's daughter more times a week than Obo reinvents a emo reference for calvin lee. I mean, confide in me, just don't give me to much detail....
CBT: Hold on Mia, I'm not into all that. There was reason behind all those examples. Not very good ones, but reason still. None of which consist of the activity Kurt Burton & Manny C made famous with that walking clinic, Kat Hamilton.
MP: Fair enough, what was the reason. Let me guess, psychological advantage?
CBT: Huh?
MP: Mind Games...
CBT: Exactly
MP: Well if you ask me it seems like a way of confining your time. Time that could be used to train for your matches. I mean when's the last time you broke a sweat in preparation for a match. The last time you hit a gym?
CBT: I dunno, it's just not in me anymore. You know I got priorities outside of the ring. Hense why we're here. To get away from that.
MP: Yeah, alright. Well, to your credit it stopped raining. We ain't at a baseball game. The only thing that could make this night better is if I knew who the hell this Carmine Basilio is. Should I even ask?
CBT: No you shouldn't if only because you'll make me look dumb. Like I can't do something on my own, you need to get answers for me.
MP: That's a really stupid way of looking at it, no wonder EBR said what he said about you. Hell I'm like a sister to you, and half the time I wanna slap you for not making any damn sense.
CBT: Well than, here's some facts for you.
Carmen Basilio. Farmer turned Boxer. Competed in 2 weight Classes. 2-time Welterweight Champion, 1-time Middleweight Champion. Great fighter in his hey-day, even beat Sugar Ray Robinson while both were in their prime.
But like all greats, he could have been a legend, but stuck around way past his time and settled for being a household name.
Sure if you follow boxing, one point or another in your life, you'll hear the name.
But honestly, you'll never want his autograph. You won't even want him on your TV screen.
In his day, he was everything you could ever hope for, but here and now much better have come along.
Pondering if he's still got it, but deep in this heart he knows he lost it and should have moved on while he had the chance to.
MP: So the old man was one of the best?
CBT: Not quite, but if you ask somebody here, in their opinion he might be.
That's exactly my point. Instead of accomplishing what he did, and moving on. He came back, hoping that more time put in would equal more reward.
He didn't get better, if anything he was more of the same in a field full of equal or better performers offering something more unique but not totally different.
MP: I see. So what's the point of all this? The point of coming, the point of telling me all that, do you got some kind of personal vendetta? Because I'm gonna leave if you choose to make a scene....
CBT: No, no... the point is, wrestling consumes me. I can run track, go for a check-up, tease some sick kids or even leave the country just to flirt with women and sip some over-priced wine.... but mind keeps coming back.
EBR, such a waste beyond repairing. To think at one time, teaming with him, such a good idea... nah. Bad, bad, idea... probably as bad if not equal as calling my first opponent Queer Devil. But that's neither here nor there.
EBR, much like Basilio, the type of specimen. Athlete. GOD, that comes around once in a life-time.
They make you enjoy what you love so much that you wanna be a part of it.
I mean, when's the last time you watched porn and wanted to become a porn star?
MP: Never, but go on.
CBT: E once impressed the hell out of me, but now he's like a figure-head. Except he bares no real power.
Hell let's be fair, he's lost in the hunt. He's grasping onto me because he knows it's him who fears failure.
Where's his title opportunities?
Where's his victories over Obo, Wayne McGurk, hell even Josh Dean? Who the hell has he fought beside Calvin Lee and Yukio Blaze, who aren't even worth my fucking time. Yet he says I'm the one settling for less?
MP: That's true. I mean, say you left WFWF, he'd probably leave shortly after.
CBT: Hah, I doubt that, but I get what you mean.
I've had every opportunity to disregard him like a fine that's chump change, but instead I keep him along, he amuses me.
His success in WFWF was what? 4 years ago? Even he knows the Anointed were nothing special just a minor change in the regularly scheduled program. It's so sad knowing how he depends on me to be there.
MP: Yeah well after this match, you may have to make a decision on that matter.
How exactly will a cohesive unit arise from this? You both admittedly have egos, a loss here is a crushing blow.
Sure if you lose, you'll find some way to brush it off. Maybe even give credit where it's due. But how won't there be a rematch.
CBT: Trust me, there's no rematch coming...
MP: But what if you lose?!
CBT:There's no rematch coming.
I don't believe in omens, but if i did, I still wouldn't depend on having an alternative plan.
I mean what do I always tell you about holding the WFWF title, what are the guidelines?
MP: You want a shot when you're at your best and can take it on the first opportunity?
CBT: Precisely. That said, you don't seem to interested in the fight we paid for, while on the subject. How about shilling the match to me. How would you advertise it, if you were me?
MP: This match is gonna suck, trust me, no way it'll steal the show. Total piss break, no match of the year candidate, sorry. If you want a refund, it's not worth it. Enjoy the rest of the show. Next time spend your money accordingly. The rest of the card looks good, just look away when you see myself and EBR, k?
CBT: ...Your a bitch.
MP: Hey you trained me.
As the conversation continues eventually turning to silence as attention turns back to the fight on going, a battle in the 120lb weight class. A young girl is dropped early in the second round.
Mia Porter gleeful cheers for blood, screaming encore once the face mask is lifted of the young girl with a nose full of anything but tomato soup
