Ammunition 16.3 TRASH TALKING Thread

Good Evening, Class.

While I do apologize for my apathy towards proceedings around these parts, the fact is simply... given that the surrounding environment did little to curb that, there is no excuse for my lack of care towards the federation I serve as champion of. Therefore I must move on and show that being a product of my environment is nothing I am interested in.

This brings me to Jeff Whitt and Santana Braxton.

Miss Braxton, know that coming into physical contact is something I'd like to avoid. You may be a a competitor, and a somewhat decent one at that, but you are still a woman first and foremost. As a reformed gentleman of sorts... I truly hope that we aren't forced to engage in fisticuffs.

It doesn't end well for you and honestly, I'm above striking a woman. At least I want to be anyway.

As for Whitt, all bets are off. I remember what you said to me at Lethal Injection. And here's your chance. I cannot wait to reduce you to the steaming pile of underachievement that you once were.

Apostasy, bring your best.

And last, but most certainly not least... Seth Rotunda.

Catalyst may mean a beginning of a change, but there will be no such happenings. Instead, it will be the site of the end your contendership towards my title. I will bring about that end decisively, efficiently, and lethally.

*Austin makes a mental note of having not said anything over an hour ago. Then he contemplates why Leviticus would ask such a mind-numbingly stupid question.

Then he realizes that this man, whose only claim to fame is "winning" FMW's Light Heavyweight most worthless championship from Westley McGreggor (yeah, that guy) in a high school gym, probably has nothing else to do than to try and intice the Full Metal Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion to make himself feel better. Austin shrugs and decides not to humor Mr. Gibbons, on the grounds of other things of greater importance deserving his attention.*

Miss Braxton, I said I was above striking a woman. I said nothing about being above suplexing or delivering a Class Dismissed or Final Exam to your personage.

Leviticus, I haven't said a word to you. So why are you even engaging me in conversation? We have little, if anything to discuss, unless I'm mistaken.

Although, based on your recent words, I'd advise you not to go down that failure of a path. Hard to believe this, but you're better than that.

One: because weightclass championships are outdated and pointless these days.

Two: it was already unified with the TV title.

Three: why replace a championship with little credibility with one that has even less?

RCA wrote:

As for Whitt, all bets are off. I remember what you said to me at Lethal Injection. And here's your chance. I cannot wait to reduce you to the steaming pile of underachievement that you once were.

Whitt: Ah, Teach. Why must you take that sort of stance, hmm? You want to "reduce me" to once again being a "steaming pile of underachievement"? For what reason? Why can't we have a sporting, solid bout with but the want to put on a good show, hmm? After all, I have no issue with you. In fact, I have a decent amount of respect for you! While I may dislike your partner, you I have no ill will for. But if you insist on wanting to try to "reduce" me, well, I guess I'll have to come out looking to end you. To make you look foolish and idiotic and arrogant. I cannot take such a threat against me lightly, Teach. I must prove myself. Just remember, when you're looking up at the lights with several teeth missing and muscles feeling stretched beyond their limits...just remember that you brought it upon yourself. Don't blame me for what you asked for.

As for Apostasy, well, I know you don't particularly like me. I know you don't think I'm worthy of this belt, what with you having "bested" me before in an Ultraviolent environment. I understand all of that. Which is why you should be on your toes before, during, and after this match. I'm coming after you, sir. I'm coming to hurt you. Any chance I get is going to be one used to brutalize you. I cannot allow you to continue to belittle me. Sorry, but that's the way it is. It is the way you have chosen to take. I hope you're happy with your decisions and what said decisions shall bring you.

Longoria wrote:

Santana: Leviticus is defending my honour because he's a gentleman, unlike you. You won't strike a woman but you'll slam me down onto the ground or attempt to dislocate my arm? Wow. Okay. You might as well go all the way and hit me, you hypocritical waste of space.

Ask and you shall receive. I am sorry for what I am about to do.

Jeff, I'm taking this stance because I have such a hardline "destroy on sight" mindset for people I take seriously. I take you seriously, so therefore... I will execute.

Leviticus, you're better than this farce of yourself.

No, you've agitated me to the point where I no longer have any interest in preserving your well-being. And considering what I am dealing with outside of the ring, that's not as hard to do as it used to be.

You're stepping into my ring, Miss Braxton. I see everyone as equals. Inside the ring, I view everyone as a threat whether they truly are or not. So, instead of being some sexist pig, I am going to treat you just as I would Whitt.

But I won't like it.

Leviticus, you're somewhat intelligent at the very least. Figure it out.

Bryson tries to pull me off this show? Let's just say come show time I got a little surprise for his ass.

Hashtag-Pause.

I think that is applicable here.

It is. Well done.

Leviticastform wrote:

No Chris, you are the "teacher". Educate me as to your point of view.

No. I'm not going to coddle you.

Now, if you admit that you're stupid and just cannot come up with the solution, then fine. But you and I know that you are no dullard. Now, figure it out.

RCA wrote:

Hashtag-Pause.

I think that is applicable here.

OOC: Lol!

IC: Worded what I was trying to say incorrectly and I get mocked. Not a big deal, this little verbal stumble was nothing compared to a Johnathan King title reign.

PBrooks wrote:

RCA wrote:

Hashtag-Pause.

I think that is applicable here.

OOC: Lol!

IC: Worded what I was trying to say incorrectly and I get mocked. Not a big deal, this little verbal stumble was nothing compared to a Johnathan King title reign.

There's no 'hu' sound. It's Jonathon, not Jo-ha-nothon. Also, bite me. My title reign might not have been the greatest, but it's better than any you'll ever have.

Longoria wrote:

RCA wrote:

No, you've agitated me to the point where I no longer have any interest in preserving your well-being. And considering what I am dealing with outside of the ring, that's not as hard to do as it used to be.

You're stepping into my ring, Miss Braxton. I see everyone as equals. Inside the ring, I view everyone as a threat whether they truly are or not. So, instead of being some sexist pig, I am going to treat you just as I would Whitt.

But I won't like it.

Leviticus, you're somewhat intelligent at the very least. Figure it out.

Santana: I've agitated you? How so. I along with my sister are the nicest people in FMW and I fail to see how I could agitate someone. Unless it's because you're insanely jealous of our superior beauty. There there, Christopher, no title reign can ever make you as beautiful as us ♥

And narcissism doesn't win championships.

Longoria wrote:

Santana: And where in that short paragraph did I say I was aiming for a championship? I'm just simply highlighting the fact that Christopher Austintino is a bigger hypocrite than Kim Kardashian singing hymns at a church. Although, I should ease up on you, I mean, Sage could beat you with her eyes closed. So could I, in fact. In all fairness, sweetheart, you're in the wrong profession because, let's face it, you suck.

That may be so but not as good as you two in a back alley after a club on a Friday night.

PBrooks wrote:

Longoria wrote:

Santana: And where in that short paragraph did I say I was aiming for a championship? I'm just simply highlighting the fact that Christopher Austintino is a bigger hypocrite than Kim Kardashian singing hymns at a church. Although, I should ease up on you, I mean, Sage could beat you with her eyes closed. So could I, in fact. In all fairness, sweetheart, you're in the wrong profession because, let's face it, you suck.

That may be so but not as good as you two in a back alley after a club on a Friday night.

You, the dumb one. Go away.