FMW 10.1 TRASH-TALKING THREAD

Headbanger wrote:

That is all I can ask Chris, that is all I can ever hope to ask.

So I thought...and I realized something.

You knew what the fuck you were doing. You know that right now, I'm not thinking straight. And I know you can be one of the most manipulative and persuasive people to ever set foot on earth. Something tells me that truly, truly...only you can benefit from a possible conversion to 'Sainthood'.

Why? Because I see nothing I'm gaining from it. Eternal salvation? I can get that by continuing to live mostly in the way I have already. Friends? Only person I could really see myself being friends with is you and lo and behold...you already are. For now anyway.

Just tell me, what am I getting from it that will help me reach my goal?

What can you offer me that will help me become the perfect warrior? What can you offer me that will finally allow me to exploit my whore for everything she exploited me for? Keep in mind, you already said that you'd destroy her already.

I don't see it, bro. I just don't. All I see is rage.

I see blood that must be shed, souls that must be crushed. I see problems that must be solved in the simplest and most obvious answer possible. I see examples to be made, dead weight to be cut. The dreams of undeserving that must be violated.

And perfection to attain. Sainthood merely makes me a target...and everyone else...will become my target sooner or later. It's only a matter of time, Drew. Your Sainthood that you offer me, your olive branch?

Keep it. Give it to someone else who doesn't deserve it. Your olive branch has been soiled as far as I'm concerned. Your recent attacks on Skyler, while possibly deserved...you've changed, bro. And I can't say for the better. So if my fallen idol can basically say 'Stand by me or fuck your very existence' then I can say the same.

But I don't want any fucking body to stand with me now. No one stood with me when I needed them, so fuck them. Most of them can die for all I care.

And the last image they see will be me, consumed by the darkness, consumed by the hatred of having to settle for shit beneath me...all they will see if my shadow.

And then it's over.

It's Over for someone at 10.1. Hope for your sake, Drew...that it isn't one of your boys. Hope that it's someone you don't like...and hope that you remain brave after you see me put her 20 feet beneath the ground.

That's all you have right? Hope. Unless that guy who falcon punched Jules...he probably killed it with that blow.

I must be perfection, Drew Michaels. I must be as close to a true God of Wrestling that I can be.

Me as a member of your Broken Saints...only hinders that. I walk alone as the true Broken Saint, Michaels.

I walk alone as a Ronin.

for Eternity.

Perfection...it is MINE

Did I ever say the Saints were the only way Austin? They are not. You can be a good man outside of them, just look at Celt or Mark for obvious examples. I do not even care at this point if you do take up membership in my band of merry men, our mission is our own and if you do not want to partake in it then I understand. What I do care about is your safety and your happiness. If you are happy alone, then do so. Just remember I am here for you and I will always be here for you Chris. I ask you to take my hand not as a Saint but as a friend.


Just...just please be careful. All I can ask is you do not cross the line of decency, the proverbial line between a man and a monster. Too many have fallen over that line and may never come back; I would hate to lose another friend to this struggle.


This is not about FMW Chris, this is about a friend who is worried about another friend. Please remember that.

I think you just missed it.

I won't be happy until I destroy someone's soul.

Everywhere I look...I see a possible victim.

Ultimately...it must be done.

Just so I can get this out of my head and off my heart. Until that happens...there's no good to really come from this. Let that thought settle in your head like I have.

End the suffering is what I'm hearing, and I'm not suicidal Drew. I feel like I must answer because I am my own master, my own damn compass.

Starting today.

And I don't want to make that feeling stop.

So you say you're awesome, and we have to take it on faith and assume he's lucky.

That's like saying Tyrants only champion because I haven't gotten to face him yet.

That lucky son of a bitch.

See how utterly fucking ridiculous I sounded?

Yeah, that's you.

Yo Ares...

So this Chris Austin guy who worked with you...tell me about him.

S.O.S. wrote:

Ripper?

Who the fuck is Ripper?

Guess it doesn't matter. I'll just throttle him. Destroy him. Bring out the weapons and put him in a hospital bed.

Maybe that'll get the UV champ's attention...

Zachariah, I very much doubt you'll be able to do any real damage to my old buddy Ripper. Personally, I'm looking forward to watchin' him tear you limb from limb. A little advice though: if he grabs his sledgehammer, run like hell.

And now, to Gray, Omega, are you ready to Dance the Dance of Death? Are you ready to feel the blade of The Guillotine Fall on your necks? Are you ready to fall before Gabriel Crow and myself, Damien Inferno?

On second thought, don't even bother answering, as I'm pretty sure both of you are so overconfident that you believe we'll be your easiest win to date. Try again, mother fuckers. A pair of "Saints" (oh, how ironic) versus a pair of Demons. This promises to be quite the interesting battle. And, please. We may be on your turf, guys. Corruption. Remember, we live for violence. We live to see those such as yourselves on your backs in a puddle of your own blood. We live tosmell the singed flesh of an enemy after he has been driven back first into a flaming table. We live to punish, to cause pain, to torture. This match being on Corruption means only one thing: Gabriel and I can return to our roots. Even if we have to wait until the match is over, you will feel the fires of hell as they burn your flesh. False sainthood won't be able to save you.

You know Celt, as much as I enjoy crushing your dreams again and again, I'm not sure what you've done to deserve the countless opportunities at my championship. I'm fine defending the belt because I know you can't beat me, but in the interest of fairness, isn't it time that you put something on the line?

Or perhaps you aren't as honorable as you claim to be.

And blood will be spilled again!

Signed
MASS Caesar

Blah blah blah guillotine blah blah blah violence blah blah blah so unoriginal.

That's all I'm hearing there, Daimey. However, I am not overconfident. I go into every match with the knowledge that I might lose.

I simply strive to make the opposite happen.

Hello, Little Zacharia. Ripper would be me. And judging by how wide you are letting your cute little mouth hang, I believe I am going to thouroughly enjoy repeatedly inserting my fist into the hole that used to be your face. Hehehehehe.

Do not...call me...Daimey.....

Why Daimey?

Do you not like Daimey?

I like Daimey. It's a nickname that kids can chant. Just imagine it, Daimey.

'Daimey! Daimey! Daimey! Daimey!'

Oh, it will be glorious, Daimey. I have to go see a man about passing signs out at the show with that on it.

You can swallow 6 pints of your own blood before it even makes you sick, Little Zacharia.

I am always in pain, my friend. It is why I fight. If I was to try and keep it all to myself I would simply die.

No, no you are the outlet for my pain. I only hope that you appreciate the beauty of what I am about to do to you as much as I will.

Walk this way, Little Zacharia . . .



And, Damien. Don't let them upset you so. Show them your power through your actions.

Son of a bitch, wanna-be saint must want me to set him on fire. Fine. I've got some gasoline and some matches. I can see your sins, Gray. I can see them dancing around in your soul. What was that girl's name, Gray? You know. The one who died. The one you caused to die. I can see her face, you stupid son of a bitch, forever plastered into your memory. How does it feel to know what you did to her? Heh heh heh.

The what in the who now?

Sorry Daimey, but I don't buy into your "hurr I'm a demon lookit me I'm so awesome" thing. Better luck next time.

Oh, I'm not a demon, Gray. That'd be the other one that inhabits my head. Even your good buddy "Saint" Michaels acknowledges that there is something else in here with me. He just underestimates it.

Oh, my mistake then.

Doesn't mean that I will buy into it. I don't believe in possessions.
Ahah. Ahah. Ahahahahahaha.

Believe what you want, Mr. I'masaintbutidon'tbelieveinthereligionoftheguywhoproclaimedmeasaint. Either way, this is true. Danse Macabre will prevail.

And, pray tell, when was it said that I must have the same religious views as Drew? Never, as I recall.

And all I heard then was a lie, Daimey.

Keep believing that Gray. Last time I checked, though, "saint" is a term referring to a rather enlightened person, usually of the Christian persuasion. So, who's the liar here, Gray?

And last time I checked, Macabre meant something actually frightening, something you aren't.