FMW 10.3: Supremacy Trash Talking Thread

OOC: And you said you sucked at TT...LIAR.

IC:

Nah, me losing was my fault. I shouldn't have lost those matches, but lo and behold I did. The problem I have with FMW doesn't have THAT MUCH to do with me.

So what I've begun to dabble in with you is merely not a retort designed to maim or embarrass, It is merely to pass the time until the night comes that I am handed my assured victory, unless the plump Kaoru decides to throw a monkey paw into the plan.

And it is step one in the plan, a plan which I don't truly have. Plans are for people not that confident in their abilities and will only succeed if things go according to said plan. No, what I have, are called intentions and try as one might, the more chaos that reigns, the easier my accomplishing them becomes.

When I wake up in the morning and stare into the bitterness of reality, I am reminded that my goal isn't greatness. That, is destiny. The goal is to make sure I fuck up someone's else good time and to make sure that fuck up attributes to fulfilling destiny.

So I applaud you for the naive search of penance you've lowered yourself too. I haven't lost respect for you, not in the slightest but try as I might...it's become rather difficult to glance in your direction and see the same Harlequin.

So confuse what I say as cries for attention. In fact, in this little playground of ours, belittle and be sure not to heed my words. You can even kick dirt towards this 'kid'.

But guess what, the kid grows up.

His balls drop and he makes his first footprint in the land of manhood...or so one thinks.

Wakes up one morning and with all of the pent up pain brimming, boiling over...

He purchases an equalizer that can rip through flesh like a hot knife through butter.

To some it is a gun...to me, Occam's Razor.

And then he points, he aims for the head. Instead of looking to end problems as most youths do, he seeks to create more problems and become the youth of the nation. A nation yet to be crowned as a great one.

BANG.

BANG.

BANG.

And then it is my turn to kick dirt....

Dirt which will weigh upon them like the harsh truth that most have fought off for too long as they take the eternal slumber.

For every swipe, it is another loaded bullet.

A single bullet.

A bullet with my name on it.

So that when you are lifted from the mess, and the silver perpetrator is scavenged from the insignifcant gray matter, they will know who did it.

And then they will know the truth.

They will know the Moment of Clarity.


It may not make sense yet...but the only person it needs to make sense to is me.

And I walk towards my next victim with the Hand of God as my weapon.

Unquestioned. Unstoppable.

Without distraction...without anything to lose.

And everything to take.

Take it I will, Harley Quint.

Take it I will.

I used to think that you were above this sport of verbal sparring, but I can see that you clearly aren't.

It's tragic, Quint.

You, are tragic.

But yeah, you're gonna kill Celt.

Quite done with your little rant are we?

I again find myself applauding you on your grasp of the obvious. Generally when one seeks to change themselves, they try to distances themself from their form entity. You finding it difficult to see the same Harlequin must mean I'm doing something right then.

And Chris, so long as you're having fun meandering through your hedonistic lifestyle than you go right ahead, it doesn't lead to a very fun place in the end. And wanting more chaos so it can help you fulfill your goals? Well doesn't that just sound awfully familiar.

Hey Celty? You've heard of a group of people doing this right? Thoughts?

The art of verbal sparring is one to be engaged in selectively. It does one no good to spurt off at the mouth trying to attract as much attention to himself as he can. The use of words in an altercation is a cerebral path. I will gladly engage another in a game of wits or spirited debate. After all, I am a man more concerned with the mind than the body.

My thoughts are: Austin, it's just too soon to do a Harlequin/HavOc nostalgia act, not enough time has past yet and thus there's no money it.

I know you've already started but I still think if you stop quoting old Harlequin promos you might get away with as people might not have been paying enough attention to notice.

Not that I particularily enjoy it Celt. But I find us agreeing on more and more things. Save for ideologies and philosophical pursuits.

I suppose after Lethal Injection we truly should go about letting bygones be bygones. It'll save us each some breath. However, until that time comes...

I do not want chaos, you ingrate.

I do not need chaos.


Chaos merely makes things easier. The tunnel vision that plagues the people of FMW would cause them to miss the big picture.

A big picture desperately painted with the brush known as bitter jealousy.

The true masterpiece can only be seen through jaded eyes like mine, Quint.

Or Drew's if he'd care to admit it.

And through my own, I do not see the same Harlequin...

I do not see danger.

I just see you. And talented as you are, as good as you are...Harlequin you are not.

I will not distance myself from my form, Harley. I must take it with me as a cruel reminder of what I used to be...good.

A hero.

naive.

ignorant.

stupid.

So, your olden gimmick of 'chaos today, chaos tomorrow, chaos forever' stands unmolested. I don't need chaos to prosper. But I'll gladly delve into it if need be.

I want to like you Quint. And despite your best efforts, you can not change that something as 'pitiful' as I feels positive of you, and associates you with 'fine individual'.

Embrace it, Quint. Embrace the truth.

So it can set you free.

If only I were a Broken Saint, it would seem fitting that last request...but as I said, I like you...and I will not lead anyone to slaughter.

I'm more than fine bringing it to the front door. Too bad people never see it coming until it's too late and they never see again.

You're right, The Harlequin I am not but it would be folly to think I do not carry that scars if its habitation. After all the mind only heals so quickly.

Like me all you like Austin, I'm not one to tell you who you are or are not allowed to like.

Personally I just think it's familiarity. I still don't forgive you, but as a prop to get rid of idiots you're serviceable. We're sort of like Rock and Austin back in 98 or 99 arguing or something when Chris Jericho pops in to be annoying. We both take care of Jericho before going back to business.

It's more of a case of not letting others interfere in a matter that's between the two us rather than a thawing in the relationship.

OOC: Your wrestling references are entirely lost on me.

IC: Your wrestling references are entirely lost on me but it sounds like a reasonable model to work off of. And forgiveness? I don't remember asking for it from you. I don't remember ever wanting it. So keep it for yourself.

Well, it is obvious that you aren't too fond of what I've become.

If only you could tell me what it is that I am.

Hell, I couldn't even divulge the information to my own self!

HA!

As Oscar Wilde put it, I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.

You don't know, Quint.

You don't know what you are capable of telling anyone, all you have to do is open your mouth, and let the truth do the rest.

Let go, Harley...as I have.

Heed Lao Tzu's words...for when you let go of what you are, you become what you might be.

RCA wrote:

Well, it is obvious that you aren't too fond of what I've become.

If only you could tell me what it is that I am.

Hell, I couldn't even divulge the information to my own self!

HA!

As Oscar Wilde put it, I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.

You don't know, Quint.

You don't know what you are capable of telling anyone, all you have to do is open your mouth, and let the truth do the rest.

Let go, Harley...as I have.

Heed Lao Tzu's words...for when you let go of what you are, you become what you might be.

Austin, not to hold a grudge but you know my views on originality.

Seriously, is anything you say not a quote?

Also the rambling act is failing you man, really really badly. "I don't even know what I know"? Stop trying to sound like a philosophy textbook, it doesn't suit you.

I can't tell you what you are Chris. I can only tell you my perception of you.

In it's simplest form, what I see right now is New Coke. An idea that countless hours were spent perfecting. An idea that was touted to be great. A radical improvement upon what was. An idea that in the end was a huge failure.

But you know what it lead to?

Coke Classic.

A Coke whose sales skyrocket and continues to be a monumental success.

And anyone can pull quotes to suit their message Chris. Like the words of Nietzsche: "Admiration for a quality or an art can be so strong that it deters us from striving to possess it."

So don't strive too hard for your "destiny" dear Christopher, you may find yourself shirking away from it.

RCA wrote:

If only you could tell me what it is that I am.

A whiny little bitch who carves attention and will do anything no matter how amoral or evil to get it, thus embodying and exaggerating the worse characters of a greedy and selfish minority of a generation taught to value self gratification above all else, and yet when they get aren't happy at all and thus look to more and more extreme and outlandish things to satisfy themselves such taking on stupid, silly and pretentious trends such as being an emo or trying to find the solution in drugs such as cocaine.

When I think Chris Austin now, I think of a person not unlike those who populate the Jersey Shore. A person who lives in his own bubble, totally unaware of how stupid the majority think he is as he tries to find happiness in wild living than ultimately showcases his degenerate nature when he gets amped up he breaks out in fights and verbal wars over nothing in particular.

Basically for me

Chris Austin=

"I'm better than you" Was a short-lived gimmick taken up by Montel Vontavious Porter during his time as a heel.

You took that, and combined what Jaro used to be in PWA before he lost his mind. Hence, Eric Ares.

Wait don't forget your parents died in a car accident (so did my mom) and you were raised by the premier choke-artist wrestling family that is the O'Rions (seems like a family I could pass for being a part of, as we discussed once before). At least Alex made it.

Yet you question my originality.


It is days like this where I feel truly lucky to work with such....


well, there's not a word for it in my head yet...let's go with hypocrisy.

As it were, I greatly appreciate your contributions to my happenings. It was wonderful to receive a tip from someone who is 'good' at trash talking.

Thank you.

Gracias.

Next beer's on me.



Oh, to answer your question:

A good 12 percent of my words we're likely said by someone else. In fact, 100 percent of what we say (unless it's you, my little word maker you) has been said before, the key is to say the words a bit differently, use them in other sentences.

But, the only thing that makes me happy is that you said something failed me.

It's quite refreshing to hear that for a change.


But, I feel daring I guess. Be honest, and try to be serious.

In your estimation, what does suit me.


Break kayfabe if you wish.

Harley, thanks for your riveting answer. It is wrong in my estimation, but it was riveting nonetheless.


And Celt, calling me an attention whore when you answered a question, quite untruthfully I may add, that I did not ask you?

Do you like showing us your hypocrisy?

The Celt wrote:

Personally I just think it's familiarity. I still don't forgive you, but as a prop to get rid of idiots you're serviceable. We're sort of like Rock and Austin back in 98 or 99 arguing or something when Chris Jericho pops in to be annoying. We both take care of Jericho before going back to business.

It's more of a case of not letting others interfere in a matter that's between the two us rather than a thawing in the relationship.

Considering it ended up with Jericho being undisputed champion via going over both, are you suggesting that Harlequin end up UV champ at the end of this? Its what your logic suggests

Quote :

Well, it is obvious that you aren't too fond of what I've become.

If only you could tell me what it is that I am.

"You two" was Quint and myself, so in fact you did ask.

Where the hell did I say 'You two'?

OOC: ^

OOC: Eh, once again I've misread something, but don't let that ruin a good TT jibe, it's the sucks the fun out of the room lol

IC:




Celt, seek help

RCA wrote:

"I'm better than you" Was a short-lived gimmick taken up by Montel Vontavious Porter during his time as a heel.

You took that, and combined what Jaro used to be in PWA before he lost his mind. Hence, Eric Ares.

Wait don't forget your parents died in a car accident (so did my mom) and you were raised by the premier choke-artist wrestling family that is the O'Rions (seems like a family I could pass for being a part of, as we discussed once before). At least Alex made it.

Yet you question my originality.

Yes I do because at least the words that come out of my mouth are my own, not a quote from someone else in an attempt to give myself credibility I don't deserve.

But I do so very much apologize that my parents dying in a car crash is cliched, or that I was adopted and didn't grow up a jaded orphan, which hilariously enough is a cliche in of itself. I also apologize that my over abundance of confidence is comparable to others, it's a shame that in a world of six billion there are others out there like me.

Like me but not me, because I'm Eric Ares and while I may be comparable to others, I am my own man.

So yes, I question your originality. My past is something I can't change, the diarrhea you are regurgitating like a mother bird from others on the other hand is something you could.

So be better fucktard.

Then change my opinion Chris. Because what I see right now is New Coke. And I'm wishing for Coke Classic. Make me see what's worthwhile.

Ares...given that you're the one 'better than you' wouldn't you be best served telling someone how to do that?

Oh well...

Quint, no.

I'm not going to make you see anything.

You see what you want to see, and thus a Moment of Clarity is needed.

I'm not saying you see the wrong thing...you just don't see it clear enough.


Oh, and Dunnwood.

It's a gimmick.


Gimmick.

It is a gimmick.

Easier wrote:

Regurgitated puke is a welcomed step forward from the otiose babble a frustrated runt like you brings to the table. You can't begin to criticize anyone's originality before you wake up from however many Ambiens it takes to quiet the roaring self hatred and realize that stupid's been done before.

The only new path you're blazing is teaming up with the same has-been slumdog of which you are a photocopy. Trey was doing empty vessel boozehound way before you were tasting Jim Beam off your daddy's backhands. He'd be offended too, but he's still strung up from his post incarceration methodone binge.

Says the Angry Black Man Ghetto Thug Stereotype....Now all I need is one of the Emos lighting me up and that Jesus freak and I will have all the generic regurgitations mad at me!! OH HAPPY FUCKIN DAY!! Original is having your world ripped out from under you and waking up every fucking day wondering if this day will be the day that your carefully orchestrated house of cards comes tumbling down and knowing that the only friends you truly need are named Jack and Jose. Oh that and hoping that your two pack a day habit finally puts you in the ground so you don't have to listen to this bullshit for one more fucking second!

OOC: I have no idea what I am doing at this moment, lol.

Be back later with other TT.

It might be more character related.