FMW 10.3: Supremacy Trash Talking Thread

Look, just because you learned about our culture from Steven Segal movies doesn't mean you have to assume we all act that way.

As far as you winning goes, well I haven't seen hide nor hair of my partner as yet. While that would normally be a disadvantage on this occasion the only way I can lose this match is if he gets pinned or submits. So I literally can't lose....

And what happened to you keeping your mouth shut until I learned your name? You shouldn't make promises you can't keep.

Go hug a koala or something

Abel Steele wrote:

You exist because while we seem to have no qualms as a race about putting down a rabid dog, applying the same concept to a human being makes people's conscience alarm tingle.

Somebody call the vet

Well, excuse me for not having a conscience when it comes to extermination. As I've said, I'm for the most part a product of my environment.

OOC: What do you mean, Celt?

Abel Steele wrote:

Look, just because you learned about our culture from Steven Segal movies doesn't mean you have to assume we all act that way.

As far as you winning goes, well I haven't seen hide nor hair of my partner as yet. While that would normally be a disadvantage on this occasion the only way I can lose this match is if he gets pinned or submits. So I literally can't lose....

And what happened to you keeping your mouth shut until I learned your name? You shouldn't make promises you can't keep.

Go hug a koala or something

I'm not assuming that everyone acts that way. Just you.

And it's nice to see that you're making excuses for your team already. It pays to be prepared.

It's a shame. I mean, I know I can't lose either, but it doesn't I'm not going to try and break a face so I can, you know, win?

RCA wrote:

OOC: What do you mean, Celt?

OOC: Well, I suppose I just find when the talk of FMW as a worked business counter-productive when 99% of our promos are based on the idea that our characters are actually real, i.e. that the reality proposed within a promo is a real occurrence rather than worked act. Basically I've always thought we've gone by the idea that everything we do IC actually happened. Thus, when De mentions how our "business" works, i.e. it's a work; that warps our reality slightly.

I mean how is someone, IC, supposed to respond to the proposition that this is a work when everything they've ever done say in a promo is based on the idea that FMW is real?

I mean it cuts both ways: It's annoying when Guy 1 says "Hey Guy 2, I just almost killed guy 3 to get here, what's makes you think I won't do the same to you?" and Guy 2 just scoffs that FMW isn't real so Guy 3 is fine. Or the other-side: Guy 1: "Hey Guy 2, fact of the matter is I'm one of the top guys here and one of the most entertaining" Guy 2: "Uhhh, no you're not, you've lost X amount of matches whereas Y! Me>You" when Guy 1 is way up the card and in harder matches as oppose to guy 2 whose way down the card killing jobbers.

I think we should just settle on a reality and go with it, and personally I prefer the kayfabe, this is real approach. The smarky angle is a cause of too many headaches to do.

OOC: Or we could just let people write what they want to write and let it be like that. One person wants to see it as real good for them, one wants to be smarky and see it as a business, good for them.

Simple fact is you can't enforce that on anyone without taking away their right to write however they feel.

Celty you just need to come up with better answers.

Guy 1 - I just killed a guy.

Guy 2 - Lies, FMW is fake, your not realz lol.

Guy 1 pulls out a severed head.

Guy 1 - Man, these are some awesome fucking props then, damned thing didn't stop screaming till I cut it off.

I know it's a lame example, but it shows it can be done.

IC:

Being a bad guy is lazy as fuck some days.

OOC: Aren't you supposed to be instigating things? Pissing people off? Participating in various levels of jackassery if you're a baddie?

Quit slackin.

Do you fear the evisceration Alistair? Do ti makes you feel uneasy to know that I plan to remove limbs rom your body?

I've been waiting and yet still you remain quiet. Afraid to speak. Afraid to show your face. It's an interesting situation considering I plan to remove the flesh of your face from your very skull.

Show your face Wolfe. While you still have one.

OOC: Make me. You know despite my 'behaviors' deep down I'm a good guy.

IC:





Says here that the bad guy CAN get the girl from time to time.

Who knew?

OOC: Fair.

OOC: Unfair.

IC:

Anxiety was the best brand ever.

Discuss so I can watch intently.

ToastErr wrote:

Abel Steele wrote:

Look, just because you learned about our culture from Steven Segal movies doesn't mean you have to assume we all act that way.

As far as you winning goes, well I haven't seen hide nor hair of my partner as yet. While that would normally be a disadvantage on this occasion the only way I can lose this match is if he gets pinned or submits. So I literally can't lose....

And what happened to you keeping your mouth shut until I learned your name? You shouldn't make promises you can't keep.

Go hug a koala or something

I'm not assuming that everyone acts that way. Just you.

And it's nice to see that you're making excuses for your team already. It pays to be prepared.

Either something was lost in translation or you are just a retard...

I said my team can't lose.

OOC: Let me ask you a question, Celt.

When you watch TNA or WWE, does your brain hurt? Rhetorical question. Blurring the line of kayfabe and "real life" has been happening for the past fifteen years or so. And if everything were really real, people like Jaro and Harlequin would be locked up permanently.

Suspend thine disbelief, kiddo.

A faint knock on a door interrupts the laughter-filled room. A quick shuffle of the steps is followed by:

Michaels: I will get it.

Apostasy: Do you always have to talk like that?

Laughter ensues. Drew Michaels scoffs and goes to get the door. His joy is replaced by utter malice as he glares into the face of the hooded intruder.

Michaels: What the hell do you want, you piece of shit.

RCA: I want to talk to you, alone.

Michaels goes to slam the door before Austin grabs it, his hand trembles in desperation. Michaels looks into the eys of Austin...inside of them resides hope.

Michaels: Christopher, I do not have time for your sick games. I do not care to hear what you have to say. Your words towards Jade, Juliet...everyone...they have sealed your fate. Now is not the time but trust me when I say this, your Goddamn penance will come.

RCA: If you walk away now...it'll haunt you forever.

Michaels: I doubt it. Leave. Now.

RCA: Help. me.

Michaels: This fucking bullshit again?!!? I tried to help you, I begged and pleaded and waited. I gave you all the time you needed in the world, and you spit in my face. Why should I help you now?

Michaels stares daggers into Austin's soul. Austin looks on with a blank stare. There's only one answer he can give...one answer that he shouldn't say.

RCA: Help me or I do it again.

Michaels: (confused) Do what again, exactly?

RCA: (deadpan, defeated, cold) What do you think?

Michaels' eyes grow wide as Austin turns to walk away. Michaels grows furious as he says back to the Saints:

Michaels: I will be right back.

Before slowly closing the door to their locker room and making a beeline to Austin. Michaels dives and pounces onto Austin. After gaining a full mount on Austin, Michaels raises his hand to strike down Austin.

Michaels: You. disgust. me.

But before Michaels can strike, Austin looks on, fury all over his face, except in his eyes...where pools of salty liquid form. The eyes show regret, confusion. Austin is lost and Michaels can see it. Michaels fights every fiber of his being to strike Austin dead, for he is the Chosen One...and he must try to save. So he snatches up Austin and drags him to a room, where they are the only two occupants. Lord knows what will be said behind those closed doors. Only the Lord knows.

I may not have a trademark laugh.

I bear no cross of burden.

But I will hold up your head.

I will carve those X's deep into your eyes.

I will marvel at the pain I can create.

So when you see the blade of the knife. When you feel it press against the soft tissue below your eye before the soft slumber of the shock overcomes you, make sure you look. Look directly where my eye should be.

Stare at the scarred flesh. The blood that seeps from shattered tear ducts. Burn the image into your memory. See what you will become.

I'm waiting Alistair.

Tick.

Tock.

Fun Fact for the day: Wolfe is a Vampire, it is 4:24 PM EST, and sunlight burns Vampires.

Good job Virus, even against Alistair you fail.

Dipshit, read previous comments about I've made about waiting. In both light and dark. And alluding to his nature of being "less than human." For fucks sake you're an idiot. Oh No! It seems I already knew and once again Seth Omega looks like the drooling handicap cousin that Drew carts around so he doesn't get in trouble or not being nice.

Put your feet back in your mouth, tilt your head back a little bit so that gag reflex activates and choke.

How anyone tolerates your presence for more than a microsecond is beyond me.

Damn Virus, I'm sorry...I didn't realize it was that time of the month for you.

Don't let Jaro stick his cock in your ass this week, he might knock you up as well.

Ladies and gentlemen I present to you the Dunnwood Brothers Family Circus.

So much fail it is almost a win.

OOC: A gay joke and a PMS joke? Really...that's the best you can muster?

IC: A gay joke and a PMS joke? Really...that's the best you can muster? You're slipping Seth. Feet meet Mouth.

OOC: I'm in the middle of a promo, or else I would be more in depth and more serious. Meanwhile...

IC: Fuck you both.

So am I.

I sigh, Mr Omega.

My masked associate, I trust you are doing well?

Listen up and listen good.

No matter what I won't lose a match no contest. I'll go down swinging on my own against both of you clowns before I let that happen. You can make the rules whatever you want but I want a piece of RCA that bad I'll accept.... handicap, gauntlet...whatever.

You just happened to have your name attached to the contest, I got no other reason to care what you are doing.

Sucks to be you

Abel Steele wrote:

I want a piece of RCA that bad I'll accept.... handicap, gauntlet...whatever.

Look, I like you.

So I would advise against you 'wanting a piece of RCA' as anything I do to you will hurt.

I hate that I had to use the baton on you, but them's the breaks. Anyway yeah, I apologize, and come Lethal Injection, I apologize for that too.

Because if I have my way, I'm going to be all over you like RCA on velvet-textured oasis.

Nothing personal, friend. Nothing personal at all. Just FMW needs to learn something about RCA.

He's good.

Very good.

You are too, but...Supremacy and Lethal Injection will show the truth, hopefully.