Post by cureforthesickness on Sept 24, 2007 9:11:24 GMT -5
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The Golden moments.. In the stream of life.. Rush past us.. And we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone..
- George Eliot
You know, everything is always changing, but sometimes, it feels like change isn’t for the better. It feels like if the world had a big pause button and a rewind button, that I would go back and be perfectly happy. Go back to a simpler time. A time before I had to worry about my opponents being determined by tournaments and battle royals. A time before politicians ruled the world and only thou who plays the game the most will come out on top. The time where I came from.. The good old days.. It’s not so long ago, but it feels like an eternity.
The current talk is about the outcome of the Pay Per View. Obviously. These people paid $40 for the show, so they want to talk about it. But the talk isn’t how Obo knocked Wayne McGurk straight to hell with a Yakuza kick then jumped to hell himself.. It’s about Thunder. It’s all about Thunder. Thunder is the number one contender. Thunder is finally getting the recognition he deserves, but it’s tainted love. Well Thunder, this tainted love breaths softly, showing it’s face only when the time is right.
Greed is a wonderful thing Thunder. It makes men do things that they didn’t know they could do. It makes emotions a simple fore note, the ultimate goal taking over and becoming the sole driving force. You claim the evil that men do as your own, the all mighty dollar as your driving force. I call your bluff. I call greed as your driving force. No matter what you have, you want more. You have the TV title, you want the International. You have the International championship.. You want the World. But Thunder, what will you want if you get the World title? Greed shall eat at you. It shall haunt you. You will always be looking over your shoulder, looking for that next prize.. There’s nothing left. Once you win this title, you are the very best in the world.. It’s just too bad that you’ll never know this feeling..
Thunder, my former friend. Your fate was determined the moment you pinned Piece Deville. And when push comes to shove, we’ll see who’s ready. We’ll see what you’ve got.. We’re taking this to a new level. And I don’t think you’re ready for the suffering I am set for. Scream for me, Thunder. Scream for me..
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You built me up with your wishing hell..
I didn't have to sell you..
You threw your money in the pissing well..
You do just what they tell you..
REPENT, That's what I'm talking about..
I shed the skin to feed the fake..
REPENT, That's what I'm talking about..
Whose mistake am I anyway?
A dark, dank alley. Trash liters a road, lining as a sort of carpet to the graffiti wallpaper that lines the brick walls. The area is quite small, compacted by two similar walls, both brick and mortar, covered in filth and graffiti, a similar environment all around. It’s an alley, but why.. Why is Obo here, yet again? Sitting down with his knees high, his hair seems wet. His clothes are covered in filth and look slightly moist, possibly from the surroundings. Across his head is a large bandage, an obvious scar from the House of Horrors main event of Survival of the Fittest. In front of him lays the WFWF Heavyweight title, his trophy from this war..
A former friend turning himself on you. Taking the entire world you once knew and changing it. Changing the environment. And before you can really and truly get revenge on this friend, he disappears. He leaves, forever? He leaves you where you started, alone and without a purpose. Percy.. Percy the Panhandler, and I call you this because I have no other idea what to call you.. I knew you for three years. We teamed. We traveled the road together.. Yet I still feel like I hardly knew thee. I almost feel like you’re two faced. But Percy, if you were two faced, you sure as hell wouldn’t be wearing the one you have now.. HAHAHAHA!! HAHAHA!!! Har! I kill! Jokes.. Jokes are fun, aren’t they Percy..
At one point Percy, it was all about jokes. It was all about clowning around. Making blatant gay rips on the reigning world champion and eating chicken. And shopping carts. But Percy, these jokes grew old, fast. And every time we went through that curtain, a small part of me died. Every time I talked in tongues and sat in a cardboard box for a poorly filmed vignette, a part of me died. Every time I played fiddle to a poorly set up Percy to Thunder joke.. A part of me died. And let me just tell you Percy, that part of me is dead. It’s long dead and no one misses it.
Percy, this week on FDS, it’s a blast from the past. But I consider it a bridge to the future. Because Percy, you weren’t the only one killing me and destroying me with this stand-up comedy routine. It was you and Thunder and Ashley. And I’ll be blunt here, I’m in the process of killing off the evidence of Los Hobos. One step at a time. This week on the final FDS, I’m one step closer.
Obo stands up and gathers the Heavyweight title, walking away with an unmotivated walk.
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Initial thoughts on the future
Just outside of Survival of the Fittest.. And I’m still the WFWF champion. I sent Wayne McGurk for a twenty foot fall and straight to hell. I got him out of my life forever and my personal life away from my professional. But why am I still feeling unfulfilled? The reason is Thunder.
Thunder, you are my future. There is no doubting or denying this. I tried to fight it, I really did. Not because I fear you, but because you bore me. I want a challenge. I want someone to take me to my limits.. You, you’re just a lackey. You’re my lackey. Why should I be interested in beating you? I’ve done it, and I was dressed up like Hulk Hogan at the time to boot.
Thunder, our paths shall cross. A former running buddy of mine, you are.. But as I’ve said so many times before, the way I came up is not the way I am now. You are my past. I want the future. And only one man can be described as the future. He knows who he is. Perhaps you’ll be a stepping stone to the future…
This week I kill Percy once and for all. Is it to send a message to you? Is it to put some heat to our feud? Nope, I just genuinely dislike Percy.
The Golden moments.. In the stream of life.. Rush past us.. And we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone..
- George Eliot
You know, everything is always changing, but sometimes, it feels like change isn’t for the better. It feels like if the world had a big pause button and a rewind button, that I would go back and be perfectly happy. Go back to a simpler time. A time before I had to worry about my opponents being determined by tournaments and battle royals. A time before politicians ruled the world and only thou who plays the game the most will come out on top. The time where I came from.. The good old days.. It’s not so long ago, but it feels like an eternity.
The current talk is about the outcome of the Pay Per View. Obviously. These people paid $40 for the show, so they want to talk about it. But the talk isn’t how Obo knocked Wayne McGurk straight to hell with a Yakuza kick then jumped to hell himself.. It’s about Thunder. It’s all about Thunder. Thunder is the number one contender. Thunder is finally getting the recognition he deserves, but it’s tainted love. Well Thunder, this tainted love breaths softly, showing it’s face only when the time is right.
Greed is a wonderful thing Thunder. It makes men do things that they didn’t know they could do. It makes emotions a simple fore note, the ultimate goal taking over and becoming the sole driving force. You claim the evil that men do as your own, the all mighty dollar as your driving force. I call your bluff. I call greed as your driving force. No matter what you have, you want more. You have the TV title, you want the International. You have the International championship.. You want the World. But Thunder, what will you want if you get the World title? Greed shall eat at you. It shall haunt you. You will always be looking over your shoulder, looking for that next prize.. There’s nothing left. Once you win this title, you are the very best in the world.. It’s just too bad that you’ll never know this feeling..
Thunder, my former friend. Your fate was determined the moment you pinned Piece Deville. And when push comes to shove, we’ll see who’s ready. We’ll see what you’ve got.. We’re taking this to a new level. And I don’t think you’re ready for the suffering I am set for. Scream for me, Thunder. Scream for me..
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You built me up with your wishing hell..
I didn't have to sell you..
You threw your money in the pissing well..
You do just what they tell you..
REPENT, That's what I'm talking about..
I shed the skin to feed the fake..
REPENT, That's what I'm talking about..
Whose mistake am I anyway?
A dark, dank alley. Trash liters a road, lining as a sort of carpet to the graffiti wallpaper that lines the brick walls. The area is quite small, compacted by two similar walls, both brick and mortar, covered in filth and graffiti, a similar environment all around. It’s an alley, but why.. Why is Obo here, yet again? Sitting down with his knees high, his hair seems wet. His clothes are covered in filth and look slightly moist, possibly from the surroundings. Across his head is a large bandage, an obvious scar from the House of Horrors main event of Survival of the Fittest. In front of him lays the WFWF Heavyweight title, his trophy from this war..
A former friend turning himself on you. Taking the entire world you once knew and changing it. Changing the environment. And before you can really and truly get revenge on this friend, he disappears. He leaves, forever? He leaves you where you started, alone and without a purpose. Percy.. Percy the Panhandler, and I call you this because I have no other idea what to call you.. I knew you for three years. We teamed. We traveled the road together.. Yet I still feel like I hardly knew thee. I almost feel like you’re two faced. But Percy, if you were two faced, you sure as hell wouldn’t be wearing the one you have now.. HAHAHAHA!! HAHAHA!!! Har! I kill! Jokes.. Jokes are fun, aren’t they Percy..
At one point Percy, it was all about jokes. It was all about clowning around. Making blatant gay rips on the reigning world champion and eating chicken. And shopping carts. But Percy, these jokes grew old, fast. And every time we went through that curtain, a small part of me died. Every time I talked in tongues and sat in a cardboard box for a poorly filmed vignette, a part of me died. Every time I played fiddle to a poorly set up Percy to Thunder joke.. A part of me died. And let me just tell you Percy, that part of me is dead. It’s long dead and no one misses it.
Percy, this week on FDS, it’s a blast from the past. But I consider it a bridge to the future. Because Percy, you weren’t the only one killing me and destroying me with this stand-up comedy routine. It was you and Thunder and Ashley. And I’ll be blunt here, I’m in the process of killing off the evidence of Los Hobos. One step at a time. This week on the final FDS, I’m one step closer.
Obo stands up and gathers the Heavyweight title, walking away with an unmotivated walk.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Initial thoughts on the future
Just outside of Survival of the Fittest.. And I’m still the WFWF champion. I sent Wayne McGurk for a twenty foot fall and straight to hell. I got him out of my life forever and my personal life away from my professional. But why am I still feeling unfulfilled? The reason is Thunder.
Thunder, you are my future. There is no doubting or denying this. I tried to fight it, I really did. Not because I fear you, but because you bore me. I want a challenge. I want someone to take me to my limits.. You, you’re just a lackey. You’re my lackey. Why should I be interested in beating you? I’ve done it, and I was dressed up like Hulk Hogan at the time to boot.
Thunder, our paths shall cross. A former running buddy of mine, you are.. But as I’ve said so many times before, the way I came up is not the way I am now. You are my past. I want the future. And only one man can be described as the future. He knows who he is. Perhaps you’ll be a stepping stone to the future…
This week I kill Percy once and for all. Is it to send a message to you? Is it to put some heat to our feud? Nope, I just genuinely dislike Percy.
