DISTORTION 10.2 RESULTS!!!!!!!

Gentlemen, quick question: When the two of have finished exploding on each other, how do ye plan to defend the tag titles ye'll still have after this?

Also, why does everyone seem to hate Wikipedia? Does no one have faith in humanity anymore? Gods.

People enjoy wikipedia because it provides quick information. People dislike it because it is not an academic source. You aren't going to prove a point because you say "On wikipedia it says..."

It is not a credible source and should not be used as one. However at the bottom of most articles it does provide sourcing, many of these sources are counted as credible in an academic sense.

Skyler Striker wrote:

I'll burn you alive, Leon.

Yeah, a fucking TWEENER says this to his prized student, his best friend, his tag title partner, the current guardian of his family...


If this dude's a fucking tweener then I'm a gracious loser that no one thinks is a whiner.

Say you're a bad guy. I know it, you know it, we all know it. Denial is a fine color on you, but now it's starting to cloud your vision.

That's the thing, Wikipedia articles have to have credible sources or they're littered with [citation needed] notes. So, while I wouldn't use Wikipedia as a definite source on something, I think it's excellent for getting a broad understanding of something...FOR FREE, that was created FOR FREE, out of the GOODNESS OF PEOPLE'S HEARTS. People need to respect the modern wonder of Wikipedia more.

OOC: Assuming this is all IC.

IC:

As you people know, I don't like having attention on me so...


I'm as much of a wiki head as anyone, but when a fucking doctor in the field of academia discredits wikipedia, I'm somewhat inclined to agree with him.

But I'll withhold judgment until further notice...Celt might actually have a couple of points.

Skyler Striker wrote:

You're a giant idiot.

My threats are entirely relevant, I DID start taking these pills recently, but most of all your presumptions about me are wrong.

I'll burn you alive, Leon.

See why all the insults Skyler? Why now start calling me an idiot and saying you'll burn me alive. Seriously, that new table in FMW.com says you're a "True Neutral" but when you talk like that...you're definately chaotic Neutral.

And Sky, why wont you just admit it. There is no way you just started when Vanguard broke your wrist, that was only weeks ago, yet you're wanting to take a pill every ten minutes. When we spared, everytime I dropped you, you wanted to take a break and down a few more... THIS HAS TO STOP. You're damaging yourself to the point of pandemonium.

I want to heal you, I'm going to try, so every effort you put up to stop me will only make it harder. So just come to the ring, lower your guard and let me help you.

I'll bring you back into the light my friend.

The Celt wrote:

Gentlemen, quick question: When the two of have finished exploding on each other, how do ye plan to defend the tag titles ye'll still have after this?

Good question Mr Celt, well after the victory at Supremacy to myself, I will look to fix Skyler, help him get back onto his feet without the pills and then from there we'll look to defend constantly like we have. But I would also like to address your question with the fact that we just took out the main opposing tag team in Danse Macabre and the only team with a rematch against us. So hopefully this time can be used not only for Skyler, but to build up a decent division to challenge us.

Any more questions people?

Leon Caprice wrote:

Why now start calling me an idiot

Because you're wrong. You're not attempting to debate moral issues, you are attempting to debate solid FACTS.

Leon Caprice wrote:

And Sky, why wont you just admit it. There is no way you just started when Vanguard broke your wrist,

Yes, there is. I injured my wrist YEARS ago, and you can get the paperwork from Dr. Keane which legally states exactly why I'm being prescribed this medication. Recurring injuries often lead to worse pain, hence the painkillers.

Leon Caprice wrote:

that was only weeks ago, yet you're wanting to take a pill every ten minutes.

Wrong.

Leon Caprice wrote:

When we spared, everytime I dropped you, you wanted to take a break and down a few more

Wrong. Are you blind?

You're wasting my time. I thought you were better than this, Leon, I really did.

Call me an idiot, say that I'm wrong, but that doesn't change the fact that you are addicted and that I am going to help.

But tell me this, when you overuse your medication, which I've seen you do at the first bit of pain, how do you get a refill of your meds? Is the kind doctor slipping them under the table or are you meeting him in the dark alley around the corner?

There is soo many questions "friend", so why not just come clean and explain EVERYTHING. Also don't forget to opening admit your addicted and need help.

But I know you're hiding things Skyler, the shortness in your words, the quick defensive words as if your trying to protect something. I know you've changed, but that doesn't mean you neglect the simple truths.

Well if your lips don't move now to speak truth. Maybe after they utter "I Quit" they'll just roll off too.

Do you want to share what you mean by that? or are you just the cheap one line comedian.

Hit the video store and check it out yourself, hotshot, that is if your buddy hasn't looted your purse for smack nickels. Even cheap comedians don't explain jokes, kills the comedy.

OOC: Can't find a video of it, but it ends with a big sloppy gay sex scene. Like Calvin said, kills the comedy

OOC: Well I've never seen it, and with that remark, I'll make sure I never do.

IC: I think I'll pass, don't want to have anything in common with a criminal.

OOC: You don't want to see it. Seriously, it will scar you for liefe

IC: Caprice, I may be dead and buried in FMW, but CXC does have a point.

OOC: If you can conceive the idea, it was done quite tastefully ha.

IC:

Well, if you count those tag team belts, you already do. Now make out with Skyler and see in Wraith pops out of a trashcan, just like Oscar the grouch.

And thanks, DJ, but I could do without my points being 'like buttoned' by...whoever you are.

But thats the thing isn't it. I'm currently holding the Unified Tag Team Titles, whereas you held what?

Anywho thats beside the point. There is no reason for you to comment about Skyler and I. You're on Corruption and you have your own problems. So go run off with the retired clown.

Leon Caprice wrote:

But I know you're hiding things Skyler, the shortness in your words, the quick defensive words as if your trying to protect something. I know you've changed, but that doesn't mean you neglect the simple truths. Well if your lips don't move now to speak truth. Maybe after they utter "I Quit" they'll just roll off too.

Your grammar and syntax is horrible.

The reason I don't give long reasons as to why you're wrong is because you're just that - wrong. I'm not going to spend an hour being overly verbose about it.

Leon's time is running out,
running out,
running out,
Leon's time is running out,
he'll burn brightly...

Fade in. Silence is all we know, all that acknowledges our hearing and then running water gently hums into our eardrums. As our sight cautiously explores our surroundings, we see the ankles and feet of a human slowly make their way closer and closer to the sound. All of a sudden, clothes begin to fall, article by article as the journey nears completion. We can't see what's going on, but the small, tight-fitting clothing suggest that they belong to a woman. But who? No one else is really here, everyone else is in the common locker room or their own personal locker rooms, depending on who you are. So we try to get some sort of visual as to who is obviously attractive person is. But nothing is there.

And then the door flies open just as the screech of metal rungs interrupt the creak of the hinge. Whoever the person is, has begun their cleansing process. Yet as for the new person now in the room, the steps are heavy...malcontent. The camera pans upward, seemingly forever as a hooded man is viewed from behind. He sits against the wall and removes his hood to reveal Chris Austin, fresh off a cheapened exhibit of his superiority over Romeo. Deep down, he knows the truth of the situation. He knows Romeo didn't give a shit.

He knows that Romeo is better than that.

But the question this raises is why does he choose to only recognize certain instances of the truth?

As it were, Austin reaches into his pocket, his face frozen in mild contempt and a sense of confusion. He pulls out a wallet and fidgets around in it, pulling out a small folded piece of paper. He drops his wallet to the side, and unfolds the paper, revealing a picture; A picture of Alex, Jaime, his baby brother, Jay, and himself on the day the child was born. All he sees are smiles, pride, joy. None of which that he feels right now. His face betrays the cold isolation he wishes to have. Warmth enters his face, his lips twist up in a slight smile. He chuckles to himself as he speaks.

RCA: Greatest moment of my life. Validation of my faith, validation of my choices...validation of me. I can still remember everything before it all went downhill. The fear, the worry. The vomit, the determination I displayed. Man...hard to believe it's all gone.

It's not gone, it can be saved. He has to reach for it.

RCA: How did this happen? How did I fall so far?

What's happened to me...I don't get it. Everything was working so well. I was winning, I had friends...I had a family no matter which way I went. I had a relationship with my father...and it's all gone...

RCA: All I had to do was stick with it...All I had to do was stick with it...

RCA gently runs his thumb over the face of Alex, his callous fingertips offer a odd contrast to the crinkled capture of the moment in time that he misses most. In his trance of sorts he has yet to notice the running water at all.

RCA: I don't even know who I am anymore. I look in the mirror and I'm not sure what I see. I see so many things. I see a criminal. I see a failure. I see a champion. I see rage. I see a quitter...I see a warrior...I see a child. But I don't see me.

I don't see the real Chris Austin and I think I've killed him.

All I had to do was stick with it. Just stay and try to fix the problems instead of running. All I had to do was man up.

The water stops as Austin's cradling of the picture becomes a one handed claw...a death grip around his view of perfection. He squeezes furiously, trying to crush the moment from his mind and the keepsake from what is left of the life he used to have. The woman from the shower begins to hum "Monster" by Lady Gaga. Austin's head raises as the song, which he's heard before begins to speak to his soul for some inane reason, which really shows how fucked up he is. He has a soul that's lost the desire to be free as it used to be. A soul aged before it's time, broken before its breaking point...a soul that can be repaired.

RCA: If I could do it over...would I try to stick with it? Would I have joined the Innovative Initiative knowing that it took away all of my popularity, all of my momentum...all of my friends? Would I have cheated on J? Would I even have tried to deal with her? So many questions, no answers.

They say that your experiences make you the man that you are today...but what if you don't want to be this way?

I want to win. I want to be respected...I want to see clearly.

He will never see clearly until he grieves. He will never have his Moment of Clarity until he learns to open up to the possibility that what happened wasn't his fault. It was not his fault that his father fucked around with his ex. It was not his fault that things didn't turn out the way he hoped...it's his fault that they lie, taking their last breath. If he wanted to fix it, he could. But he won't. He is scared. Acting out unfavorably for so many things, Austin begins to think that maybe a beautiful death would be better than living life as a child masquerading as an adult. This is not what he wants...no more.

But he can't help it. He is an addict to change. He is an addict to insecurity, indecisiveness.

But he's also an addict to the carnal pleasures of the flesh. I wonder if this woman knows what he feels like doing right now?

I want to go home...One day I need to make it right. But I can't, not like this...I've got to stick with something for once. I've got to do this. I don't know any better. I don't know...I just don't know why I say the things I say, or do the things I do...I just want it to be better...and I know it won't be.

The woman walks in, sees the seated Austin on the floor. Her breath rushes out of her lungs as she drops her towel in surprise. He stands up, malice in the now emotionless eyes and walks toward her slowly. Her eyes grow wide as the wall impedes her backpedaling in intimidation. Austin picks up her damp towel and hands it to her. He steps away as she gets a fine look at her almost attacker. She sees a tear as he turns away.

RCA: ...run...

As we get a good look at her face, we can see it's the fresh faced ring announcer of Distortion, Ella Vader. She's too terrified to move but she manages to choke out...

Vader: W-wh-What?

RCA: ...RUN...

...

RCA: RUN.

Vader wills her feet to move, and after grabbing her things, the quick pitter patter of feet is the last thing we hear from Vader. Austin raises his head and focuses on the picture again, looking into the eyes of his baby brother...

RCA: It's going to be alright son...I won't let this die...

She was too easy...too pure. She was...not the one. It's not her time for a Moment of Clarity, yet.

It's Chris Austin's turn. He needs to grieve.

I think I need help...someone give me their hand...

But the question is: Will he pull himself up...or pull you down with him? As he places his hood on his head and that picture in his pocket...we're left to wonder two things...

What would have happened had he stuck with what pleased you?

And...what will happen if he sticks with this cruel fall from the pedestal he never placed himself on? I guess we'll never know, but after he offers a glance towards Ella's clothes...he bites his bottom lip and walks with purpose out of the door, without a hint as to where he went.

Was her headstart long enough? Did she get away? Where is he going?

So many questions...

no answers.

OOC: Chris, you can post this in one thread or the other. People will see it. Relax.

The Ares wrote:

Hey, I remember you.

You came from the federation where you weren't quite as good as me.

Asthma wasn't it?

As for my name, keep an eye on the W column, you'll eventually get to see the same pattern and remember my name that way. I'd hate for an obviously senile old man who thinks 24 is boyhood to have to strain themselves to remember it any other way.

Ha. Don't take it personally, son. Y'see with all the false machismo, bravado, arrogance, and genercism that is consistant in wrasslin', y'all seem to just blur together like a Freudian dreamscape into the frightened mindscape of a banal, simpering adolescent pandering for acceptance.

Me personally? I'm just a simple, salt of the earth kind of creature. I just enjoy the feeling of flesh to flesh. The snap of taught sinew being torn from bone. The crackle of compacted spine. The pop of brain cells bidding adieu. Everything else is periphial. Like hogs dressing in Sunday's best and playing in slop all the same. Yet, as you say...you were better than me. Good on you, boy. Considering the other competition, I suppose that makes you some kind of savant amongst dregs.

Slow clap

Now are you quite done? Listening to your monotonous rhetoric has become a bit of a chore.

iDeAndes wrote:

The Ares wrote:

Hey, I remember you.

You came from the federation where you weren't quite as good as me.

Asthma wasn't it?

As for my name, keep an eye on the W column, you'll eventually get to see the same pattern and remember my name that way. I'd hate for an obviously senile old man who thinks 24 is boyhood to have to strain themselves to remember it any other way.

Ha. Don't take it personally, son. Y'see with all the false machismo, bravado, arrogance, and genercism that is consistant in wrasslin', y'all seem to just blur together like a Freudian dreamscape into the frightened mindscape of a banal, simpering adolescent pandering for acceptance.

Me personally? I'm just a simple, salt of the earth kind of creature. I just enjoy the feeling of flesh to flesh. The snap of taught sinew being torn from bone. The crackle of compacted spine. The pop of brain cells bidding adieu. Everything else is periphial. Like hogs dressing in Sunday's best and playing in slop all the same. Yet, as you say...you were better than me. Good on you, boy. Considering the other competition, I suppose that makes you some kind of savant amongst dregs.

Slow clap

Now are you quite done? Listening to your monotonous rhetoric has become a bit of a chore.

You sure you use a lot of words to only have said one thing of importance.

And you sure do have a knack for being bothersome and boorish.

I won't hold it against you. You're my kind of scum.

Skyler Striker wrote:

OOC: Chris, you can post this in one thread or the other. People will see it. Relax.

OOC: I posted this for two reasons.

1. Someone deleted it.

2. Trying to get some convo in the Ammunition thread.

OOC: I deleted it - TWICE - because people will see it either in the Ammunition thread or the Distortion thread. They don't need to see it twice.

OOC: That's a bit messed up.

Play nice.

Yes sir.