FMW MT. VESUVIUS RESULTS!

Kiyoshi Ryu wrote:

Ry ron't you try treatahning me wif someting rerevant?

Bryson: Except he did present relevent facts. You keep fuckin that chicken though. Ignoring the world in front of you is an excellent strategy to the top.

Please dont respond though, I know what you're going to say

"YOU ARE NOT WARRIAH! YOU ARE DISHONAH! DO YOU WANT COKE WITH THAT?!"

OOC: While this year was proves Mount V is still a great concept, I think we need to admit that it proved a difficult read, and that the match could do with some tweaking because there are things that don't make sense.

At some stage, the following illustration should have been posted:

For the rookies, I hope that gives you a far better idea of what the match is.

Damien Inferno wrote:

Damien: Needless to say, tonight is not my fuckin' night. I got my ass handed to me and then got eliminated by that traitorous piece of shit, Matt Dunn.

The only thing that makes this close to worth it was hearing the crowd as my music hit the speakers and I stepped onto the stage. It brought back fond memories...

But, that doesn't matter. What matters is these douchebags from GSW and their self important bull shit. Every single one of you bastards needs a fucking pipe to crack your skull. Especially Dunn.
You turned your back on FMW asshole. Looks like you might've puut a target on you back...Heh heh heh. Don't be surprised if it makes my boot collide with your face.

You're a fool. You were safe then you decided to venture back into the belly of the beast. I hoped to save you again, save you from FMW, and save you from yourself and your own actions.

Because FMW has done nothing for you, nothing for me, nothing for anyone, save rob us of our lives.
I didn't throw you from Mt. Vesuvius, Damien. I want that to be perfectly clear. FMW threw you from Mt. Vesuvius.

As for painting a target on my back? How about you open your eyes and gun for the people who really did this to you, Damien? Gun for your employers, for the board of directors, for Jaro.

I will hope that our encounter has opened your eyes to the golden light of salvation, and if not?

Know that my co-workers care for my well being. And they're not like me. They don't want to save you.

Congrats to Nick Bryson for winning that torch. Great job.

Rotunda sits in his locker room with his mates from his boxing past talking loudly about the events of the Mount V.

Seth: Guys, GUYS! Shut up! Anyway, Andrews, you may have won, but we all know it was pure luck. You may as well celebrate it, as that's going to be your only victory for a long, long, long time. I may be new to this whole wrestling thing, but I eliminated three people, three people who won't show their faces again, so it is safe to say, their dreams have been killed, by the Dream Killer. As for you and Ravish, well, your probably my next victims.

It wasn't the best day for The Pack either, but we're growing in strength, and soon, everyone will be our target.

Seth wrote:

Rotunda sits in his locker room with his mates from his boxing past talking loudly about the events of the Mount V.

Seth: Guys, GUYS! Shut up!

EVERYONE! EVERYONE! STOP VOICING YOUR OPINIONS AND LISTEN TO MINE!



Hey Eastwood, one of your rookies is loose again, put his lease back on will ya?

His..lease? Is he a shitty Ford pick-up from a backdoor vendor?

Pardon me, Leash.

The Celt wrote:

Seth wrote:

Rotunda sits in his locker room with his mates from his boxing past talking loudly about the events of the Mount V.

Seth: Guys, GUYS! Shut up!

EVERYONE! EVERYONE! STOP VOICING YOUR OPINIONS AND LISTEN TO MINE!



Hey Eastwood, one of your rookies is loose again, put his lease back on will ya?

Seth: Yawn, talk to my agent.

#Sigh* Talk about a stock response.

Talk to your agent? About what? The fact that the new badass in town couldn't fight his way out of the rookie clusterfuck? About the fact most people here wouldn't know your name unless Eastwood was parading you around?

I don't know, you tell me Mr. (quite minor) Impact.

Seth: You can talk to him about how much I give a crap about this conversation. It's somewhere around 3/10. But don't you get it, I ain't a trained wrestler, I'm in the process of being one, the whole reason I'm here? To become a house-hold name. Boxing didn't work, despite my amazing record of killing the hopes and dreams of all those around me. So now, it's a different avenue. And as part of The Pack and under Eastwood's wing, a lot more dreams will be killed, and a lot more wins will be under my belt.

Plus, on a different day, Eastwood would have kicked your ass.

Ryu. Stop butting into conversations that don't involve you. Stop trying to pretend you matter and SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Kiyoshi Ryu wrote:

Point remains, he's still the UV Champion and you're 0-1.

*Claps very slowly*

Seth: Thank you Captain Obvious. How would you like for my fist to meet your face sometime?

OOC: Must..resist..urge..to...RANTPAGE!.

iDeAndes wrote:

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iDeAndes wrote:

OOC: Must..resist..urge..to...RANTPAGE!.

GIVE IN TO YOUR ANGER JOHNSON, IT IS YOUR DESTINY!

Seth wrote:

Seth: You can talk to him about how much I give a crap about this conversation. It's somewhere around 3/10. But don't you get it, I ain't a trained wrestler, I'm in the process of being one, the whole reason I'm here? To become a house-hold name. Boxing didn't work, despite my amazing record of killing the hopes and dreams of all those around me. So now, it's a different avenue. And as part of The Pack and under Eastwood's wing, a lot more dreams will be killed, and a lot more wins will be under my belt.

Plus, on a different day, Eastwood would have kicked your ass.

Oh I see, you couldn't cut it in boxing ring, but rather than accept maybe stardom is beyond your grasp you've decided to jump into a new realm of fighting and start the process all over again. That's some determination you got there.

Look punk, I don't know what anybody else might have told you, but Full Metal Wrestling is a man's sport; shortcuts get you nowhere. You can get kiss Eastwood's asshole all you like, but if you can't cut in the ring it won't mean a damn thing.

See, that's something I would know since I succeeded in my profession, rather than failing in two.

Oh, and by the way, Eastwood has had two perfectly good chances to show just both me and FMW just how much OMG IMPACT he can make, and well, he's fucked up both opportunities now hasn't he?

? wrote:

You're a fool. You were safe then you decided to venture back into the belly of the beast. I hoped to save you again, save you from FMW, and save you from yourself and your own actions.

Because FMW has done nothing for you, nothing for me, nothing for anyone, save rob us of our lives.
I didn't throw you from Mt. Vesuvius, Damien. I want that to be perfectly clear. FMW threw you from Mt. Vesuvius.

As for painting a target on my back? How about you open your eyes and gun for the people who really did this to you, Damien? Gun for your employers, for the board of directors, for Jaro.

I will hope that our encounter has opened your eyes to the golden light of salvation, and if not?

Know that my co-workers care for my well being. And they're not like me. They don't want to save you.

First of all, Dunn, Jaro and the board of directors can suck my left nut.

Second, do you really think a guy like me wants, or for that matter, needs salvation. Sure, I might've gotten injured here, but the fact that I came back following that says something. That I love this place. Full Metal Wrestling is what I live for.

Third, since when do you give a shit about saving anyone? Aren't you supposed to be one of the most fucked up individuals to ever set foot into this company? I find it very hard to believe that you care enough to save anyone, let alone me.

Fourth, I don't remember FMW tossing me over the side of the damn cage asshole. That was all you.

In short, Matt, you can take your salvation and shove it.

However, come No Holds Barred, I've got a challenge waiting for you, if you aren't too much of a pussy to accept it.

To a certain point, I know what being a monster is like. I learned more than I'd like on the subject while under the control of a demon. I won't say that I was anywhere near your disgusting standard, but I will say this: the stain of murky, poisonous evil on my soul will never retreat. It took me this long after my injury in my match with Scorpio and Gabriel to suppress it. But it will always influence me. No matter how much good I do to suppress it. . . .