FMW Lethal Injection RESULTS

King: You were in five and six man matches, but when was the last time that six people turned to you and said "fuck that guy" and started a gang-land beatdown? Not that I think it's unfair, hell, I specialize in that very tactic, but I certainly didn't choke. I just got beat and good.

OOC: Best elimination... Ever!

OOC: Well it's about damn time Mr. NEW FMW Heavyweight Champion Chris Austin. You've always been a talented writer as you have clearly shown for years and it was simply a matter of time before you reached that plateau, that was obvious to most you would eventually achieve. Great job, you are definitely deserving of being THE top guy.

Eliminate 3 guys in the rumble? Not bad!! At least I didn't eliminate myself like Andrews....

OOC: Congrats to the champs!

OOC: Congrats to all the winners!

IC: Bloody hell.

Easty wrote:

Sage and Santana wrote:

Sage: Yeah yeah, congrats to all the champs and whatevs, but everyone should really be applauding the fact that between my sister and I, we managed to lift all 500lbs of Jack Beastwood up and over the top rope. Praise us.

Santana: Although I think it is very unfair that this "Ekstreme" character came in and viciously assaulted my sister just to assist some washed-up has-been. Let's get serious. Slegna is like soooo 5 minutes ago. It's time to move onto bigger and better things.

Sage: We had that battle royal in the bag.

Santana: And who is this new Ice Queen man? Evaporate immediately!

It took two of you to dead-lift 280 lbs. Congratulations. You're now even more pathetic.

For the record, this isn't over. My testicles are still sore.

Since it took both of them to lift you over...think it would take both of them to get rid of soreness?

Edible14 wrote:

Leviticus lost to everyone he's faced since Death Row.

Edible14 wrote:

But if you step into the ring with me and don't just roll over and die like your buddy Leviticus has been doing for the last few shows, then maybe you'll be taken a bit more seriously. But if you fold under the pressure, just as Levi does...

Leviticus:.........

Sage and Santana wrote:

Santana: Okay:
2) Brooks, shut up before I permanently shut you up.

Threat? ... Promise? ... Foreplay?

PBrooks wrote:

Sage and Santana wrote:

Santana: Okay:
2) Brooks, shut up before I permanently shut you up.

Threat? ... Promise? ... Foreplay?

King: From them? A threat. From me? A promise.

IC: Chris Austin is shown walking over to his vehicle with his new piece of prestigious hardware in tow. Once he finally approaches his sweet set of wheels, and attempts to open the driver's side door, his attention immediately gets pulled away from his plans of heading back to his hotel, and gets redirected in the direction of the boisterous outcry of "HEY COCK-JOCKEY!!!" Upon facing the direction of the obnoxious individual, his look of disdain suddenly warms up, as he realizes from whom the insult emanated from.

Hostyle: About fuckin' tiempo...hermano!

Hostyle extends his hand out to Austin, which the champ gladly accepts, only to be pulled in by his former stable-mate, as the True Artist gives him a congratulatory bro-hug.

Well Jack, anybody can say that the Braxton twins are being immature - but lets be completely fair and point out that by rising to the bait, you're putting yourself into that same category.

Sage, Santana, unlucky in the Battle Royal. You both did brilliantly.

Sage and Santana wrote:

Santana:
3) Apostasy, I love you sweetheart, but please stop making fun of my Leviticus. It hurts my feelings.

Oh I'm sorry. Are you his boo now? I must have missed the memo on that, or perhaps I forgot it because I did what I do when I receive information that nobody cares about: I forgot. But now that you've brought this to my attention, I'll probably remember, as this piece of information has been violently thrusted into my brain without my consent now. What I'm saying is that I didn't care, and now you've brain raped me. I still don't care, but now I've got to carry around your stupid little brain baby, which nags me and says things like:

"Are they dating or just fucking?"
"Wasn't Levi some sort of religious guy? Doesn't this not make sense for him"
"Which one was the one dating Levi? The one who wrestles or the one who yells loudly from ringside?"

And other unwanted questions. If I drank, maybe I would go and blank out this unwanted memory like a high school cheerleader trying to drink her unborn child away. My hope is that it will simply die through years of neglect from me not giving two fucks what the hell you two are doing.

Hostyle wrote:

IC: Chris Austin is shown walking over to his vehicle with his new piece of prestigious hardware in tow. Once he finally approaches his sweet set of wheels, and attempts to open the driver's side door, his attention immediately gets pulled away from his plans of heading back to his hotel, and gets redirected in the direction of the boisterous outcry of "HEY COCK-JOCKEY!!!" Upon facing the direction of the obnoxious individual, his look of disdain suddenly warms up, as he realizes from whom the insult emanated from.

Hostyle: About fuckin' tiempo...hermano!

Hostyle extends his hand out to Austin, which the champ gladly accepts, only to be pulled in by his former stable-mate, as the True Artist gives him a congratulatory bro-hug.

OOC: That is how you make me jizz my pants.

Hostyle wrote:

IC: Chris Austin is shown walking over to his vehicle with his new piece of prestigious hardware in tow. Once he finally approaches his sweet set of wheels, and attempts to open the driver's side door, his attention immediately gets pulled away from his plans of heading back to his hotel, and gets redirected in the direction of the boisterous outcry of "HEY COCK-JOCKEY!!!" Upon facing the direction of the obnoxious individual, his look of disdain suddenly warms up, as he realizes from whom the insult emanated from.

Hostyle: About fuckin' tiempo...hermano!

Hostyle extends his hand out to Austin, which the champ gladly accepts, only to be pulled in by his former stable-mate, as the True Artist gives him a congratulatory bro-hug.

Didn't Austin cave your skull in shortly after you retired?

If I were you, I wouldn't be so friendly...

Edible14 wrote:

Sage and Santana wrote:

Santana:
3) Apostasy, I love you sweetheart, but please stop making fun of my Leviticus. It hurts my feelings.

Oh I'm sorry. Are you his boo now? I must have missed the memo on that, or perhaps I forgot it because I did what I do when I receive information that nobody cares about: I forgot. But now that you've brought this to my attention, I'll probably remember, as this piece of information has been violently thrusted into my brain without my consent now. What I'm saying is that I didn't care, and now you've brain raped me. I still don't care, but now I've got to carry around your stupid little brain baby, which nags me and says things like:

"Are they dating or just fucking?"
"Wasn't Levi some sort of religious guy? Doesn't this not make sense for him"
"Which one was the one dating Levi? The one who wrestles or the one who yells loudly from ringside?"

And other unwanted questions. If I drank, maybe I would go and blank out this unwanted memory like a high school cheerleader trying to drink her unborn child away. My hope is that it will simply die through years of neglect from me not giving two fucks what the hell you two are doing.

OOC: Edible wins. Forever. I legit lol'd.

Hostyle wrote:

IC: Chris Austin is shown walking over to his vehicle with his new piece of prestigious hardware in tow. Once he finally approaches his sweet set of wheels, and attempts to open the driver's side door, his attention immediately gets pulled away from his plans of heading back to his hotel, and gets redirected in the direction of the boisterous outcry of "HEY COCK-JOCKEY!!!" Upon facing the direction of the obnoxious individual, his look of disdain suddenly warms up, as he realizes from whom the insult emanated from.

Hostyle: About fuckin' tiempo...hermano!

Hostyle extends his hand out to Austin, which the champ gladly accepts, only to be pulled in by his former stable-mate, as the True Artist gives him a congratulatory bro-hug.

OOC: I marked.

Sean yawns.

All this talk about me folding under pressure, and people forget that I was the victim of a forgery.