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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 25 2009, 01:27 PM (51 Views) | |
| Spann | Feb 25 2009, 01:27 PM Post #1 |
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I'm just a soldier. I'm not worthy.
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Static prevails as the scene opens, The hissing occasionally thudding and cracking as things are plugged in and out. Without warning, the static blinks away and we can see Nick Allen, obviously filming this himself, handicam pointed at his own face, not all of which is in shot. It appears we are in a gym, but not one you'd ever particular want to go to: Paint peels off the damp walls onto the bare concrete floor, and a hard looking leather punchbag hangs from the rotting ceiling behind Nick. NA: No fucking about this week. The look on his face suggests he means it. NA: No creative teams, no kickabouts in the park, no fuckin' poetry. Oh, you know he means it. NA: It's the big dog this week. The top of the pile, the Alpha Male. It's not often that I feel physically belittled by somebody, but boy, if you're lookin' for someone to do it, Prime sure as hell fits that bill. People are telling me that I'm goin' into this one as the underdog, and believe me, nobody is more aware of that than myself. Prime's the Dual Crown Champion, and he's got his ass-ociates to back him up to boot. I, on the other hand, have no-one on my side, no-one watching my back, no-one to come running down the aisle with a loaded FUCKING magazine and get me out of a certain loss. Nick's brow furrows a little further as he considers the events of a couple of weeks ago, the lump on the back of his head serving as a throbbing reminder... NA: That's right Smark, I remember that little trick you pulled the other week. nothing more than a three count from taking Onikage out and beginning to prove myself again in this place, and what did you do? I'll tell you what you did, Mr Smark: You signed your own fucking death warrant, and the concussion you gave me picked up the bounty. Ask your man Orange, I can only be pushed so far before I start getting nasty. In fact, on the subject of that spineless little gutterfuck; Blake, let me address you directly for just a moment: I'm disappointed in you Blakey. After all that gabbin' you did while I was gone, and all the big things you used to say to me when that French bird was doing all your dirty work, you've been awfully quiet since my return. A couple of barbed comments here and there, but other than that, nothing. Now, this leads me to wonder; is that maybe because of the time I nearly choked you to death in your office, or when I destroyed you in that ladder match, or when I punched the smug off your face and left you unconscious in the middle of this very ring? Or, perhaps it's a mixture of all three, or perhaps its just that something in the back of your mind, niggling away at your brain, telling you that even with all your money, all your friends and all your dirty tricks, there's actually very, very little you can do to stop me from tearing you a new arsehole. Breathe. Count to ten. NA: In fact, speaking of beatdowns, I must say to you guys, it was hilarious to see you all panic when Onikage didn't just lie down like a fuckin' dog and suck you all off last week. Yeah, the six of you might have given him the beats in the end, but just let me reiterate that: It took fucking six of you!By the way, a warning, believe me, should any of you gobshites try anything clever this week, it's gonna take at least six hundred of you to take me down. Oh, and while I remember, just a word to your newest member: Cage, you self-centred, disgusting little fuckrat. You reckon nobody cared when you got hurt in that match? Who the fuck got the match stopped and called for the medics? That was me, you hotshot little prick. Don't you dare go round claiming nobody cares when I stood by you after seeing you fall. I could have powerbombed you in two, but instead I stayed by you because I thought you were a decent guy... Ah, fuck it. It's not like this is the first time I've given someone more than they deserved, you're no fucking sweat off my balls. Nick coughs, takes a sip from his bottle of water, and continues: NA: But, I digress. All thoughts this week should be on Mister Brody, especially considering a little... competitve rivalry he and I had a few months ago. Now, Prime, before you start getting all pouty, sweating and shouting 'You've never beaten me Nick, waaah waah waaah', You're right. An official has never raised my hand and announced that I had pinned you, or made you submit. But, let me remind you about the multiple times I had you beat, and coincidence got in the way of me getting that win over you. Now, I know what you're gonna say, quit crying over the details, but you see James, that's why this week means so much to me. To beat the Dual Crown Champion, yeah, that's a good feeling. To beat SS&S, yeah, that's good too. But to take down my everest, the one man I've come so close to time and time again; that's going to feel absolutely fucking spectacular. |
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