DISTORTION 11.3 TRASH TALKING THREAD

OOC: How bout you let me do it in the future? I'm online, ya know! You could have asked!

OOC: I was actually in the progress of doing one too but got a work call. =(

Not to step on your toes or anything Striker, you weren't on when I started.


Lets see. I'm in Iowa, and Michigan is two states over...

I'll be seeing you, Hannibal.

You know, it's really kind of funny. Since I came to FMW I always had my eyes set on the Abandoned Championship, it seemed like the title that was best suited to my strengths, the title that would hide any of my weaknesses, and overall it was my goal to achieve. I'd seen it get many names, many faces, many matches that belt was defended in. Many names were called before mine, Romeo, Striker, Apostasy, Caprice, Dunnwood, Syanide, Slegnadamus, and even the current champion Hannibal Frost. Many people have got to step foot in that ring and challenge for that belt, something I have always coveted and will always covet...Hannibal this is going to be a war, a knockout, dragout, war.

And speaking of War, this is the last chance we have to prepare for the biggest match in Distortion history. We step in the ring with 10 other men willing to rip us apart, and we do it to defend the honor of Distortion. I don't give a damn how much of a pompus ass I think Hannibal Frost is, I don't care how much of a religious zealot Leon is, I don't care how crazy Dunnwood is, and I can even forgive Dunn for one match if it means Team Green walks away on top.

I have a plan, now I need to know who is with me on this plan?

Fuck your plan, this isn't about plans this is about a fucking war. Can't you take your own head out of your ass long enough to realize that we could all be fighting for our jobs here? Or is your "plan" too important?

So just because I'm the "leader" of this nice little faction we call The Broken Saints here on Distortion, I would be the perfect person to lead team Distortion?

As much as I love your logic, and trust me I really do love it, I just don't see how it makes sense.

And don't worry Matthew, for all intensive purposes I might find some way to be around for your match as well. Maybe a little bit of opponent scouting, maybe something more, you never know in accordance with my plan.

It will all fall into place in due time Matthew, it always does.

Who said I was just seeing Alex and RCA? How do you know I'm not there for other reasons? Maybe I am a Cactus Sam fan, or maybe I want to see how the other "Saints" fair against X and Crow, or maybe I won't be there at all.

It's an enigma process really, and when everything falls into place even you will be scratching your head and wondering how it happened.

Maybe that was my awakening. After going bankrupt, after admitting I have problems, and after losing someone I really cared about, it really makes you wonder. It makes you think about life, about the afterlife, about everything that you once known that was no more.

I lost a lot more than Annalisa, my stuff, and my life. I lost everything I once believed in, so if I sober up who is to say that my plan might be more effective than anything you've ever came up with?

Because if I'm not mistaking...it did beat you in that cage match.

Sure, take credit for something else. Doesn't really matter to me, I'm sure you fully remember these ham hocks smacking you in the skull a couple of times. Maybe next time it will beat some sense into you.

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Sam: No! Dunn manages to shift out of his grip! A DDT!

The crowd gasp as Dunnwood hit’s the small area of the top area of the cage, before tumbling down into the ring area. Dunn hit nothing but air, looking to fall out of the ring, however he stops mid fall when his clothing is caught on the barbwire, catching him awkwardly and cutting a good deal of his body as he hangs a few feet from ground level. He franticly begins to try and free himself.

Chase: Dunnwood is down and out! A DDT into razor and steel… and that was before falling into the centre from the top of that cage! Dunn has victory within his grasp! The cage floor is no more than two metres below him!

Sam: Seth Omega! Seth Omega has managed to free one of his arms! And now he’s ragging the other arm, caring not a single bit as the barb wire cuts into his flesh! What could he possibly do at this point?!

Chase: Dunn is nearly free! He’s tearing up his top so he can climb down!

Sam: Seth has dived straight into Dunnwood! He’s going for the pinfall! He might steal this!

Chase: Dunn is free! The ref is counting! This is close! ONE!

Sam: TWO!

Chase: THE MATCH IS OVER! Dunn has managed to get to the ground outside the cage! DUNN ESCAPES!

Dunn can be seen celebrating outside the ring as he holds his arms up. His confusion is clear however when it is Seth Omega‘s music that begins to play. Dunn looks to the ring, only to find the ref holding up Seth‘s arm, declaring him the winner as Seth shouts out with a war cry.

You're funny, Seth.

Glad I could humor you sir, but I didn't steal anything. Dunnwood was laid out and you were hanging off the cage like a gothic pinata.

In my books it is still legal.

Dunnwood, tell your sister she gave me crabs.

Fucking Trinity...

Or have I?

The world may never know.

No, I beat Jack Eastwood. Just like I did all those months ago.

Furthermore Matthew P. Dunn I will beat your ass after Catalyst when I retain my title.

Easty wrote:

Omega wrote:

Or have I?

The world may never know.

Does the world gi'e a shi'?

Ahh fellow Englishmen, how does your vocabulary get you over like that? But enough of that. Tell your master The Fallen is waiting to consume his very soul, just as it did the pathetic fool trained by one Seth Omega.

Dunnwood, 11.3; we finally clash.

I've been through plenty of nightmares Dunnwood, so that doesn't imitate me much. I've had you at the back of mind for a while now, and now that you've been put in front of me I really to get to work.