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-- Nemo me impune lacessit! -- ( Let him who offend me beware! ) -[ The Wicked D promo is just going off as Smoke Dawg turns his television off. Smoke Dawg flips the lights back on, as he laughs a bit, shaking his head at what he just saw. B-Pac reserves his comments, as he just tosses the tape across the room. ]- Smoke Dawg: "Are we supposed to be afraid of those clowns?" B-Pac: "Apparently..." Smoke Dawg: "No, you know what. All that work they put into that to put that together and they'll still lose. I dont even have to say anything and be better than that. Why? Because its Wicked D and Chandra... point, set, match. Thats it, cut it off!" B-Pac: "I mean, damn... it seems as if Wicked D has watched too many classic B-Pac matches and opted to neglect what the situation is now... great job of investigating there, stumpy. Why don't you not worry about the moves that I could use to beat you... and worry about the one that I WILL use to beat you... and that is the '7th Sign'. Hell, I haven't used a 'Fade to Black' or even an 'Eyesore' in God knows how long. And let the record be set straight here and now... I am not a dirty player... I am THE dirty player because I will do whatever it takes to win. I don't care what it is... if it will ensure my victory, I will do it. As much as I enjoyed hearing you talk and talk about things that aren't in effect anymore, I couldn't help but notice that there seems to be a little problem with the production of your promo, D... it seems that I can't hear a good portion of what you're saying because the screen is all fuzzy on the right side with what looks to be an image of a big, fuzzy, make-up wearing, normal people-hating, son of a bitch (literally) that has the nerve to accuse someone else of being homosexual... hey, D... I don't see anybody in ORS wearing mascara, eye liner, nail polish, leather panties, protective dildo covers, or high heels... but those descriptions seem to fit you to a "T"." But all in all, you're right about me not worrying about our upcoming match very much... I don't need to. Or maybe you just hate seeing other people be normal because the cool kids and football jocks used to smear your lipstick and smack your ass around in the boy's locker room while calling you things like "sissy" and "pretty boy" or even "faggot". Chances are, that is the case. In your quest to be different, you become just like everyone else. You probably even joined a little group of misfits like yourself and made up a catchy little name to help shield you from the hatred and the torment that othes put you through... but that little group made you into a pu$$y because you felt weak and needed someone to hold your hand while you transformed into an odd-looking maching for breeding hate and uncertainty... and that without that group of losers behind you, you would get swallowed up by the evil popness of the world and be foreced to buy a Nelly CD. Hell, I bet you don't even like Britney Spears because she's poppy, pretty, and would call you a freak to your face. You have to realize that people don't call you names to be mean... they call you names because they see that you're crying out for attention and that you're just itching for the hatred to flow form others... so when someone calls you a name, take it as a compliment because they're giving you fuel to add to your pathetic little fire that noone else will ever give a s#!t about or even know about because it's worthless. Speaking of worthless, what the hell is this talk of Revelation? What the hell is Revelation?" Smoke Dawg: "Revelation is the newest stable with an ill fate that Ichabod is involved with. Nothing to worry about... those types of groups seem to burn out because all the members keep disappearing." B-Pac: "Oh? That's stupid. Are they that obsessed with failing? I mean if it didn't work the first 24 times, chances are it won't worth on the 25th. Though I bet we can prepare to hear another long and overemphasized speach about the history of Revelation from Wicked D now... dammit. Who all is in it?... Sorry if I should already know this but I didn't stick around long after Ring Wars because I was pissed." -[ Smoke Dawg gets a complexed look on his face as he begins thinking... after a few second in deep thought, he replies. ]- Smoke Dawg: "Oooh, that's a tough one... Ummmm, Ichabod, Wicked D, Chandra, Deidre, Draven, George Michaels, Yacko, Wacko, and Dot... hell, I don't know." B-Pac: "Oooh I almost forgot about Chandra... I see the little bitch finally got the d!*k out of her mouth long enough to talk. That's great... even though all she said was a bunch of jibberish that ran together like a 12 year old little girl with a severe stuttering problem and a lisp. So, you want to kill me do you? Why don't you try it, you c@ck-slobbering whench. You'll wind up on your knees and falling in love with your work before you could even figure out exactly how you should make your first move. It might even add pigment to that "white as my ass" skin of yours. Murder me... yeah, my ass, bitch. And I heard you've been selling bootleg copies of my movies, too... I know that I'm a big star and that modeling career of yours is going to s#!t but that doesn't mean that I want to support your broke, unemployed ass. Get your own means of finances other than crack whoring on the streets for heroin and black hair dye, freak! On second thought, if you're that bad off, take your ass to Dick Gazinya... he has been known to take tramps off the street with tons of STD's to make himself look like he gets some outside of his porn movies." Smoke Dawg: "Wow, that was a good one. Nobody can instigate a fight quite like the ORS... never have, never will. We'll piss you of and then make fun of you for being mad." -[ B-Pac and Smoke Dawg have another good laugh at the expense of Wicked D and Chandra as Smoke Dawg turns the telvision back on and flips it to the show Cheat! on G4TV (an all video game station for those of you without Comcast Digital) as the two men get out their pen and paper to write down various cheat codes for their favorite video games. The scene fades... to... black. ]- |