Post by electricenigma on Nov 11, 2006 13:32:16 GMT -5
Dumb.
The most often used adjective used when someone has been proven wrong.
Even among adults, this has been used so much that kids have started using other terms.
What is the maturity level of WFWF?
What kind of IQ level exists here?
The most often used adjective used when someone has been proven wrong.
Even among adults, this has been used so much that kids have started using other terms.
What is the maturity level of WFWF?
What kind of IQ level exists here?
The sounds of weights being slammed down multiple times are heard as the door to a gym opened inward. Inside are multiple men working out, though they all look like they use steroids in association with their hardwork, and all of them are casting odd looks off towards one corner of the gym. At that corner of the gym can be seen Pohatu, though his back is to the camera. In front of him can just barely be seen a giant-sized weight ball. With one last lift, Pohatu finally tossed the ball down, immeadiately dropping down to his butt in a not-so-graceful manner, gasping for breath. Most of the other weight lifters are looking a tad worried at this point, a couple of them even walking over towards the brunette haired wrestler. Not allowing them to help, though, the multi-time former tag champion got up to his feet, waving them off and then leaning against the weight ball, tilting his head back and gasping a few more times. Finally focusing his blue eyes forward, Pohatu slowly regained control of his breath, placing his hands palm down on the ball to help steady himself a bit more.
Obo, you truly angered me with your statement. I'm dumb, am I? I'm an idiot, huh? I don't think so, you yardtard. You need weapons to survive, yet you're saying I'M weak?! Nope, that doesn't work. There's no logic behind that, just like there's no logic behind hardcore wrestling. That drum of liquid nitrogen didn't change your life for the better, Obo. No, not in the least bit. It destroyed your life, and now I have to save you from yourself. I have to show the light, I have to show you that hardcore wrestling isn't how you're going to survive. You want to blame me of being blind, of ignoring the future? How can I ignore what I am, Obo? I am the future of professional wrestling; I have to go through people like you in order to show that hardcore is overrated; to show that a performance can be great without brining a light tube into the match.[/color]
He pushed himself away from the weight ball, stumbling once before fully regaining his balance. Slowly walking across the weight room, his steps clearly being watched by both himself and all the weight lifters around him, Pohatu walked up to the water fountain. Taking a quick drink, the light heavyweight let out a soft sigh of relief as he slowly turned around, pressing his back against the wall area directly beside the water fountain. Sliding downwards, he wrapped his arms around his legs as he sat down on the floor, his eyes slightly losing their focus.[/color]
Many have tried to call me a whimp for not using weapons, saying I wouldn't be able to handle the kind of abuse associated with it. I just have to laugh at them, though, due to the fact that I took bad bumps when I was nothing but a kid. I took a shovel to head to the head, point right in my forehead...didn't get knocked out. My sister threw a rather big rock at my head, which opened me up...but yet again; I didn't get knocked out. I have one of the hardest heads in existence. What would make most hardcore wrestlers cringe, when it comes to headshots, I can take and keep going.[/color]
Pohatu's eyes suddenly regained their focus, taking in a sharp breath at the sametime. Sitting up straight in his position, the light heavyweight unwrapped his arms from his legs, allowing his legs to move out so that he could sit Native American style. Placing his hands on his knees, his blue eyes took on a bit of a homicidal tint, making it more than obvious that the anger that had been seen before had been re-released.[/color]
Obo, I'll tell you what; you go ahead and bring your favorite weapon to the match. Light tube, steel chair, barbed wire baseball bat. Doesn't matter to me You go ahead and bring a whole dumpster full of weapons if you want...won't matter at all to me. I'll come down to the ring armed with just what I'm always armed with; my arms, legs, and this rock hard head of mine. You can use whatever weapons you want during the match, and I won't use any of 'em. Hardcore wrestling vs pure wrestling at it's best. Whoever has their arm raised up in victory after the match truly represents their style, no beef held on either side. Sound like a deal?[/color]
The electric enigma stood up again, not seeming to have any sort of trouble in doing so. Stretching himself out slowly, his blue eyes briefly relaxed, but then the homicidal tint came to them again as one of the weight lifters walked over.[/color]
You okay, man? That was a lot of weight you were lifting over there. Someone as small as you shou-
The weight lifter wasn't even able to finish what he had been saying, due to Pohatu having leapt up and kicked him with step-up wheel kick, causing the steroid-driven freak to fall face first onto the ground. Growling lightly, the light heavyweight walked back over to the weight ball, placing his palms flat against it as he stared straight ahead, the homicidal tint still having not left his eyes.[/color]
Obo, it doesn't matter what kind of drugs you get high off of before the match, either. When it comes down to the match, there's only one outcome. And that outcome is...
THE LIGHTNING WILL STRIKE YOU DOWN![/color]
With a roar of anger and clear drive, Pohatu squatted down and wrapped his arms around the medicine ball again, standing up immeadiately afterwards. Lifting the ball straight up, Pohatu held the ball there for a solid ten seconds before tossing it forward, the ball only flying a few inches forward before hitting the ground and rolling the rest of the way forward to hit the wall. With his shoulders heaving, he turned around to face towards the weight lifters, grinning manically as we fade...to...black.[/b][/color][/center]
